#deep in finals weeks hell so i probably wasn't going to be able to make something. sorry buddy 😔😔😔

[nonotnolan]

Spring Break

Simon let out a deep sigh as he dropped Aiden's bookbag onto the floor of his dorm room. "Alright, man, you're all set," he said, giving Aiden a friendly nod. "I've taken the last of your mid-term final exams. Unless there's anything else you needed for me to do while I'm in your body, we're clear to swap back."

The first time Aiden had approached him, offering $200 to swap bodies for an exam... Simon had thought it was some sort of prank. The magical amulet was very real, as it turned out. How Aiden had found the item was unclear, but Simon had quickly learned that Aiden had no moral qualms about inhabiting other people's bodies. He was the fifth generation in a long line of successful businessmen, and so the expectation that money could buy anything he wanted had been hard-coded into Aiden's personality. After all, it bought him admission to a prestigious college and membership into one of the most competitive fraternities. Why couldn't money also buy you the expertise that you needed to succeed?

He fidgeted with the collar of his shirt. "I... actually, I did have a proposition for you," he said, avoiding eye contact. Ever since Aiden had learned that Simon was a gay man, he had been requesting that their quick academic swaps last longer and longer. Aiden was still in the closet, and living Simon's life for an evening allowed him to experience the life he wanted to live while still maintaining his straight-laced reputation.

Simon crossed his arms in annoyance. "I mean, I was planning on spending most of my Spring Break playing video games, but I know you're going to make it worth my time. What were you thinking, the first weekend?"

"The graduating seniors of my fraternity always book an eight day excursion out to the Hamptons. My proposal is that you would attend the trip in my stead."

"Jesus fuck, Aiden!' he yelled, taking a moment to process what he had just heard. "Eight days? Are you serious? This is the first time we'll be swapped for more than 12 hours, and you're just giving me a whole-ass week? What happens if your brothers get suspicious?"

Aiden just rolled his eyes. "Please, we both know I'm massively unpopular in the fraternity. They'll probably find you to be an improvement. Father allocated $20,000 for the week, plus travel and lodging. Anything you don't spend is yours to keep. What do you say?" Seeing his own body make Aiden's characteristic smarmy grin was still a really weird experience.

"I... Jesus, dude..." Simon would never be able to understand Aiden's detachment from the value of money. "I still can't believe you want to be me so badly. I mean... okay, look... that's tempting as hell, but... it was weird enough knowing that you've taken my body out to the bar scene. I don't know if I'm comfortable letting you live my life for over a week. What if you run into someone I know?"

"Oh, I wasn't planning to stay around here," he said, growing more excited as he began to sway Simon. "I've been preparing this trip for a few months by withdrawing Father's allowance and saving it up in case you said yes. If you give me your body for a week, I'll be flying out to San Francisco. Anyway, don't sell yourself short, this body is fantastic."

Simon shook his head in disbelief. "I mean... I want to argue, but I'd have to be an idiot to leave that much money sitting on the table. Alright, you've bought yourself a Spring Break trip." He picked Aiden's bag back up off the ground as he mentally steeled himself for a week in the life of an out-of-touch social scion. "Alright... do I need any extra information to pull this off, or...?"

Aiden hopped to his feet and wrapped him in an awkward bear hug. "Oh, you're the best. I'll forward you the trip reservations, and I'll change the PIN to my debit card so that you can just use that. See you in a week!"

"Yeah... see you in a week..." Simon echoed. He pulled out Aiden's phone, and scrolled down to the one person in the Fraternity who knew about Simon's secret, Aiden's roommate Grant. "You were right," he said, once Grant picked up the phone. "Aiden offered a swap over Spring Break and it was too good to turn down."

"Hah! Called it!" Grant said, with a triumphant laugh. "I told you you he would. I made certain to emphasize how much pussy all of us were going to be chasing out in the Hamptons, just in case he was on the fence about it."

Simon couldn't help but laugh. "Aiden really hasn't figured out that you're gay after all this time, has he?"

"Of course not, that would involve him paying attention to someone other than himself. And it had better stay that way-- dude's annoying enough without him having some sort of puppy dog crush on me. Anyway, I hope you're ready for a week of rampant debauchery in the Hamptons. Aiden's body is sexy as fuck when literally anyone else is inside of it. And we both know how sexy my body is."

The incoming text message was the only reason Simon realized that Grant had already hung up, but he was not about to complain about receiving a pic like that.

[ddymarie]

1:25 am 💋

" you got me touching on your body"

Warning: choking, acquainted sex, praise Lemme know if I missed any also free to take tips for writing

⚠︎ 18+ Content ⚠︎

"I think I fell for you, I fell for you"

You: hey Katsu, you up?

Bakugo: yes, but I'm tryna go to sleep at 1:25 am like a normal person

You: oh, nvm then

Bakugo: wth do you want?

You: well to put it lightly... Minas not here tonight

Bakugo: tf do you want me to do ?

You: no, I was gonna ask if you could come over

" The hell it's damn there 2:00 o'clock " bakugo huffed while putting on a pair of sweat pants and a sweater

Bakugo: I'm on my way

You: thank you

" Eek, I can't wait to see him " I said looking around my room to make sure the vibe was set

Fuck. I had to ask for help the porn wasn't working

Five minutes later there's a knock on the front door. You rushing to the door. Eyes filled with excitement as you see your 6ft friend standing in front of you. You immediately pull him into a deep welcoming kiss wrapping your arms around his neck. He kissed you back before pulling away

" katsu~ I missed you" you sang his name

" Mhm, missed you to baby " he replied. You then began to pull him toward your room opening the door and leading him to the bed

" you invited me over here to get me touching on your body " he smirked pulling a condom out of his hoodie pocket

The sex with dynamite was a rare thing

" how could I resist it, babe? " you gave a knowing smirk back

Before you both knew it, you were both naked confided in one another. katuski heard you were hard to please but fuck...

cause they warned me 'bout your type girl

" you know they warned be about your type girl" he said after a groan

" really? What typa girl am I? " you said peering up at him through lashes

you got me putting time in, time in

" takes longer to make you come than the average, you know you got me puttin time in" he answered speeding his thrusts up a little bit

Nobody got me feeling this way

He hears you chuckle a little

" you probably think I'm lying, I'm used to bitches comin' right 'way "he huffed while reforming his thrust pattern to slower longer, and deeper strokes. Causing your eye to roll into the back of your head

" fuck~ " you moaned " I'm obsessed with you " you informed

To say that we're in love is dangerous

" girl I'm so glad were acquainted " he said

I get you touching on your body

He got you rubbing your clit now tryna speed up your orgasm

" ima rather complacent kinda guy you know, but girl I'm so glad were acquainted " he lowers his voice seductively as he praises you

A week before

Momma called me cryin', cryin' , cryin', crying cause I won't find somebody that real

" Katuski, when you ever gonna settle down with a real good girl ? " his mom spoke through the phone

The first time you guys had sex was the day he had gotten your number. Smug look on his face as he approached you. He'd been eying you from across the room obsessed with your beauty. When you both made eye contact that day you smiled as you walked passed him heading in the direction of your best friend

" yo bro, you checking out h/n? " said red riot

" nah " he knew damn well he was lying

Later into that evening he catches you taking your final pictures on the red carpet. When he approached you.

" hello, dynamite " you said politely

" hey, n/n right? " he responded

"Yup that's me, how are you " you said with a smile on your face

" I'm bored, but um take my number " he pulled out his phone as you pulled out yours

You knew his intention and was down tbh

" yea thanks, I'll text you later " you said while walking to your limousine looking back at him with a smile

8:00 that night

Yo

Your phone notified you that you had a text

It was from Bakugo

Bakugo: yo

You: hi, do you need something

Bakugo: you know what I want

And you did so you stopped by his hotel room and...

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" ah fuck, katsu~ "you moaned still not being able to feel your orgasm approach

I'm not tryna talk at all

You peeped how he stopped whispering in your ear

' cause I'm tryna love you crazy

His thrust sped up unexpectedly making your eyes roll back, you both were covered in sweat

I got em wanting to embrace their sins

" ah, ah " you whined arms tighting around his neck

That's when he reached a hand up to your throat before squeezing he was playing with your air. Squeezing, unsqueezing. it was repetitive and it drove you crazy. He then finally felt you tightening up around him. You were about to cum. Your eyes started to squeeze shut. He was focused, determined.

The knot inside of you finally snapping.

You screamed as you creamed on him

Vision going black.

" girl I'm so glad were acquainted "

Finally, he didn't get to make you cum the first time

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I'm backk.

I plan on making this a series. Maybe 3 parts. And in those 3 parts this is pt 1. So I have to get working on pt 2 and 3 can't make any promises but I plan on uploading every other day.

[ilikemicrowaves]

MOURNING

Summary: Jax won't admit it, but he misses his friend Kaufmo, and the most healthy way to cope? Crying in Kaufmo's room away from everyone!

Notes: Yeah...longer than expected because of ✨️family drama✨️ and I needed to focus on my grades lol enjoy

@tadssstrange <- not the one I was working on, but I did finish this one

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Slowly creaking open the entrance to the Kaufmo's room, he flicked the lights, stepping into the clowns bedroom.  Paints, mini confetti bombs, fake daisys, all of his old stuff.

     The once clean floors and walls where still covered with his sloppy but still legible handwriting. Nobody had bothered to come to his room, yet until now. Jax couldn't bare to go.

     Steadily, the purple rabbit stepped his way to the old friends unmade bed. He hopped onto it and curled his legs up to his chess as he leaned against the wall, mourning his friends absents.

     Jax still remembered his silly little grins from just a week before, one of the only thinks that was nice in this digital hell. His favorite memories where their pranks on the others, hiding Zoobles parts, scaring Ragatha with centipedes, and even crashing an adventure if it wasn't much fun.

     Jax smiled at the thought, of Kaufmo and him making jokes or just hanging out in general. He actually enjoyed his presents, and found his startled honks and squeaks silly. He shivered thinking of the day of his abstraction. Why hadn't he put the thought on checking on him? Could he have fixed him before it was too late? It didn't matter now, he was gone; deep in the cellar with the other lost ones.

     Shakey breath, he layed his head on a pillow and stared at the ceiling. Nothing but "Exit, Exit, Exit." Endlessly repeating itself until someone would be drove mad. He turned his head away from it, and faced the desk next to the bed.

     A pot with some daisys, a lamp, and a peice of crumbled paper..

     Paper?

Jax lifted his arm enough to reach out and grab it, unfolding it until he could see the rest of the page. It was a note, or rather, letter. His pupils scanned the writing.

     I know I will be gone soon, I can feel it. Just yesterday I started hacking up thick black goo. I can't leave without proving them I'm right. Caine is a LIAR. I seen it, large and red. I probably couldn't even reach the handle if I got to it. I've seen it twice, outside and in the tent. I'm not having digital hallucinations, I've been here long enough. Once I show everyone that Exit, we can all leave together. I don't know what's on the other side, or even if our family's are still out, if we had any. I just cant leave them all behind, especially Jax's. But maybe then, I can find Jax afterwards, and we can be best buds outside of this hell  and be free.

     Those last few sentences... It made him tear. So many emotions filled his head and heart all at once. Breaking down, he held onto the paper fiercely and began to slowly but surely, break into a sob. Thankfully these rooms where all soundproof, he couldn't have any of the others seeing him so weak and cowardly.

     He couldn't stop the tears from flowing down his face leaving wet spots on the pillow and blanket. Soon enough, he started to whimper. Embarrassing squeaks and whines croaked from his throat that he couldn't control.

     Being in this room didn't help. Kaufmo wasn't coming back but he still felt there.

     He buried his face into the pillow to try and quiet his sobs even though no one but him could hear it. He couldn't bare his sobs, he wasn't supposed to cry. He's the tough guy, that listens to nobody and has no soft spots.

     His heart rate began to slow and his sobs and whines softened after about a good 5 minutes. He grabbed the blanket and curled himself into it, tucking each corner in to trap the heat and let his tense muscles relax. His breathing calmed and he was able to stop shaking from his cries. Finally, he let his mind drift to some place else, and with a few sighs he muttered, "I miss you, Kauffy," and fell into a deep, calming sleep.

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Notes: the fluff one should be done within next month, I've been bussier than expected.

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[bigwishes]

Hey I am in dire need for some help!

I'm a 6'4 handsome jock, big beefy muscles, a deep baritone voice and got every guy on the team begging to suck my 8.5-incher.

I know this al sounds amazing and fuck yeah it is.. but the last few days I felt weak, not like I was sick or anything, but like my strength started leaving me. I heard a lot about your wishes where people drain their bullies or the jocks of their school. I'm an upstanding person, I have helped go up against bullying even from my teammates, I've helped my younger brother in the gym when he didn't know what he needed to do, even coach thinks I have everything he needs to become state champion this year.

So please save me from loosing all my hard worked size, I don't even know who is doing this to me.

Oh no you're losing muscle?!?!?! well we can't have that. The truth is mate I know exactly what is going on and who is doing it to you. A new student at the college gym always wanted to work out but his parent's never let him, worried it might stunt his growth. He desperately wanted to catch up and asked if I could put everyone in the gym's gains on him for the next week. Nobody noticed but you've got a keen eye and seem to notice what's going on so I tell you what I'll stop this guys wish, tell him to wish for something new and as a reward for being so perceptive I'll make you the new focus of the wish. Get you your gains back from the past few days and give you the gains of everyone who goes to the gym for the next week.

Day 1 was dope as fuck, your muscle felt pumped again, you were no longer tired after lifting and you felt incredibly solid after a workout. You were happy to be yourself again, working towards you goals. As much as you had prided yourself on hard work and being natural you were low key excited for a little magical boost, just a couple pounds of muscle from magic surely would still make you natural, after all the gains being sent your way are still gains worked for, just not gains worked for by you.

Day 2 was even better, whole fuck you were pumped all the time, you probably didn't even need to go to the gym but you wanted to, you loved the gym and didn't want to take the week off because you were getting free gains. After all it was like working double time getting swole, you were excited for the state championships in a few months and to go home and see your brother and show off your gains. The Christmas dinner keeps running in your head of him asking you how you got massive and you just saying diet and exercise. the thought of entering a bodybuilding comp crossed your mind, you were getting huge and its not like you could test positive for roids, and you'd never be tempted by them either.

Day 3 was different, you woke up at 12:01am on the dot and felt an insane pump, it wasn't slow and every lasting like how day 2 was this was fast, like a flood of blood throughout your whole body, like you were being pumped up like a balloon,

You struggled on your bed feeling more and more mass being added to your frame. The growth finally subsided and you passed out.

You struggled driving your car to the campas gym, the seat was uncomfortable and your thighs and swollen up so big you gym shorts felt like they were cutting off the circulation to your legs, maybe you should take the rest of the week off....or maybe ask for the growth to stop now....

Day 4 was a struggle, you had another growth surge in the middle of the night and it really set in just how much mass hundreds of people using the 24 hour gym daily can make. You would be fine to be like this, it'd be awesome and absolute easy win at state championships followed by sponsorships, you could drop out and be paid by supplement companies to simply pose with their products, but you couldn't get bigger than this, anymore size and you wouldn't even be able to get in your car anymore, no, you had to text the genie and ask for it to end early.

Day 5 was hell, you had a growth spurt in the middle of the gym changing room, bringing a whole new meaning to the words "Changing Room" not a single person in there noticed, like the magic was just making everyone thing you were always this big. Your coach had commented on how genetically gifted you were, apparently you had been made to do a random roid test several times and always come back clean, something you had no memory of. Going through old social media posts you saw you were much bigger in high school then you actually were, like the past was changing to accommodate for all this new found size.

Still after today you knew you didn't want anymore, even your best friend stood next to you as your posed your hulking frame in the mirror.

"bro, there is such a thing as too large, slim down for a few months or you'll be off the team for being too slow"

He was right, the new size was impacting your ability to play, one strong and fast you were now just strong, a brick wall no one could get by sure but what was the point it you couldn't chase a guy down or move your arms properly to catch the ball.

Day 6 was spent messaging the genie all day different combinations of "I wish to be smaller" or "please stop the growth now" any phrase you could think of to try to get the genie's attention to stop the growth. What your young mind thought would be cool t first turned into your biggest nightmare, you had outgrown your car and you couldn't even sell it for a new one as last time you got out of it you completely caved in the drivers side by simply shutting the door. You spent an hour walking to the gym, the only thing to clear your mind was lifting weights. During a rest your daily does of growth kicked in, your pecs and traps were swelling so close to your neck you could barely turn your head anymore.

Day 7, the final day of growth. You had become a fucking monster. Lost your place on the team from barely being able to move. You were staving all the time and spent most of your day now shovelling food down your throat as simply waling down the dorm room stairs caused you to burn a whole day's work of calories for any normal guy. You were anxiously awaiting today's growth and spent the whole day locked in your room. Everything around you was destroyed, unable to handle all the strength you had busted most things you touched and your furniture had all collapsed. Cheap college budget furniture could barely hold your weight how you were before all this but now it was just scrap wood and metal on the floor, you couldn't even bend down to pick it up. The whole day passed you buy and you saw the time 11:30pm...any moment now your final growth would happen and then you could figure out how to reverse it, or live with it. You tried to think positively, how awesome it would be to be an absolute monster, how much action you'd get. A deluded lie you told yourself, the truth was after what you did to your care you were terrified to go on a date or out for a hook up, every time you thought about it you could only think about accidently breaking the guys spine, but you'll finally get to figure all this out in just a few minutes, after tonight no more growth, just learning to live with the size. A message appear on your phone, from the genie, maybe he had finally seen your messages, maybe he'll shrink you back to how you were a few days ago, maybe you'd get punished for turning away the gift and turned into a twink....but being a twink would be better than this.

"hey bro, hope you are enjoying all the mass from the guys in the gym, today is gonna be a bit different. I explained what was going on to the original wish maker and he felt shitty and made a new wish, he wanted the nicest guy in the gym to triple in size and well I have decided you're nicest guy! you've been great carrying your team and just being a nice guy in the gym so I dunno how big you are now mate but I hope you always dreamed to be massive. If you've gotten too big from this tell me now and Ill stop the wish but after 11:59pm thats it, it goes through and nothing I can do about it"

You laughed loudly, this was your chance, to get the body from a few days ago, be a massive goliath but not be too big. Thank god. 11:45, still heaps of time. You excitedly went to message back but your phone slipped out you massive hands. Instinctively you went to catch it before it landed on the floor *CRUNCH...you opened your hand to see bits of crushed aluminium and glass slip out your fingers and on to the floor. You stopped, in shock you simply got off your bed and walked to the bathroom mirror. No one had gotten shell shock from breaking their phone before but you just stood in your bathroom, barely big enough for you to fit in and stared at yourself in the mirror. You thought you had become a monster, no, you were a freak, a massive freak of nature but in just a few more minutes, then, then you'd truly become a monster and there was no way for you to stop it now.

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[glittter-vamp]

Not The Same Anymore |J.B

Warnings/A.N: Angstyyyy. Arguments. Cussing. Mentions of Alcohol. Small mention of sex. Not my best work but wanted to post something. Sorry for any errors 🖤 (maybeeeee I’ll make a part 2 of y’all want it)

You were sitting in you car looking at the message from an unsaved number over and over again. You couldn't believe what it said and you thought it was a sick joke but no.

"Hey Y/N, this is Amanda, Joe's girlfriend. I've been thinking and I think it's best if you don't come to Joe's party tonight. I've seen the way you look at him and interact with him and frankly it's disrespectful to our relationship and me especially. I don't appreciate how close you two are and how flirty you are with him. So I think it's best if you didn't show. But if you decide to come, know we have security and they know not to let you in."

You felt humiliated, shocked, angry and hurt. You thought his girlfriend liked you. You and Joe have been really good friends since Ohio State and always ,he made an effort to include you in his life even after he made it big. You hadn't seen him in almost a year now due to his busy schedule though. You had been excited all week to go to the party he was throwing at his house, which he never did. You hadn't seen him in such a long time and you had just gotten in your car to drive over there when you had received that message.

After a moment of trying to comprehend what happened you decided to still go out anyways. The night was still young and you were dressed up. You didn't want this to ruin your night. Pissed off, you ended up at your bestfriends house. "Y/N?" Your best friend asks in confusion. "I thought you were going to Joe's Party?" She asks. You don't say anything but show her your phone. She reads the text and her jaw drops. "What the fuck? Oh, Y/N I'm so sorry. That's awful, what the hell is her problem?!" She says ushering me inside. "I feel like an idiot, I thought she was cool with me. Why would she do this? Especially the night of the party?" I ask. "Cause she's a total insecure bitch." Your best friend says making you laugh.

"C'mon, I'll get dressed and we can hit up some bars in downtown!" She says patting my back. "Yeah, I really need that." You nod giving her a small smile. You wait a little while for her to get ready. You sat on her couch debating on texting Joe some lame excuse about not being able to make it but honestly, he probably won't even care that you ended up not showing up. Your best friend finally finishes getting ready and you split an uber between the both of you to downtown.

We make our way to the first bar which wasn't too packed with people and we order our first drinks. "So, tell me how'd that date with what's his face go?" I ask my best friend. "It was good, we ended up going back to mine." She says blushing. " Oooo... was he good?" i wiggle my eyebrows. "I'm still sore..." she says and I squeal in excitement making her blush and laugh. "I'm so happy for you girl, he is super cute!" I say sipping my drink. "How about you? No one new?" she asks. "Nah. Works been so busy this is literally my first night out since we went out for Jackie's birthday! "I shake my head.

"Do you...still like...you know who?" she frowns. "I...don't know. I don't think I do, it's been so many years. He's obviously been dating other people & I think he sees me as a sister so it's not like that would ever work." I shake my head. "So that's a..yes that you still like him. Maybe, if that's the case then it's best that you didn't go to the party tonight after all, I know you're friendship with Joe means a lot to you but if you deep down have feelings for him, seeing him date anyone else is just going to ruin you for the rest of your life." She says. "Yeah, maybe so." I shrug taking another sip of my drink feeling embarrassed that you just basically admitted to still having a crush on someone from college.

The night goes on and we bar hop through the night. Meeting up a few people we know and around 12am at a crazy loud bar, you notice a few missed calls and text messages on your phone. By now you were feeling every ounce of liquor in your system. You open the text messages and see that they were from Joe.

Joey 🏈: Hey, you on your way? -10:12pm

Joey🏈: If you need the address again, let me know! -10:37pm

Joey🏈: Are you alright? still haven't heard from you...-11:24pm

Joey🏈: If you didn't want to come, could of just told me...not fucking cool to just ghost me like this -12:13am.

and in between those text messages were missed calls from him. You show your best friend the messages and she shakes her head. "Seems like she didn't tell him about uninviting you & is making you seem like the bad guy here. What royal bitch!" She shakes her head. "I don't even care anymore. I'm not dealing with this high school type of drama, we're not even as close as we used to be anymore for all this, he's probably just drunk and will forget about me in the morning." you shake your head putting your phone in your pocket and continuing your fun night out.

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The next morning you left your best friends house hung over as hell and made your way back to your apartment. You felt like absolute shit, but you had so much fun and appreciated her for going out with you to get your mind off things. Once you make it back home you take a much need shower and do your best to rehydrate yourself with a liquid IV. You definitely were not holding up like you used to after a night out and needed to nurse those hangover for the rest of the day.

As you popped a few aspirins in the kitchen, there was a loud knock on your door. You sigh and drag your feet over to the front door before opening it thinking it was annoying neighbor again asking you to walk more softly but you completely froze when you saw who it was. "Uh, hey..wh-what are you doing here?"You ask awkwardly as you look at the tall blonde in front of you. He also looked like he had quite the night last night.

"Can we talk?" Joe says obviously upset. "Sure." you say letting him in. You were nervous for what was about to come and also wondered how in the hell did he remember your address when you only gave it to him one time because he wanted to send you Bengals merch when he got drafted a few years back.

"Did I do something to you?" he asks as you shut the door. "What? No, why would you think that?" You ask. "Well, for starters you completely left me hanging last night. Then you ignored my calls AND left me on read. What the hell is your deal?" He asks crossing his arms and looking at you. "Nothing is my deal Joe, I just got caught up." You sigh giving him that lame excuse that you knew better than to give him. "Don't give me that bull shit Y/N, I saw your instagram story, you were at a bar! Multiple! Given what I saw!" He scoffs. "Why do you even care if i make it to your party or not? i'm sure the 100 other people there and your girlfriend were enough! You're a celebrity now remember? I'm just some girl you met in college that you barely speak to anymore." You snap back.

"Because you're one of my best friends! You're not some girl I met in college?! So, I expected to be something of a priority to you like you are to me!" He says and you sigh shaking your head. "Joe, I'm sorry I didn't go to your party last night, but aren't you blowing this a little out of proportion? We definitely don't prioritize each other, not since the day you left Ohio state...We barely see each other anymore, I mean last year we both forgot to text one another for each others birthdays...it's just not the same anymore and you know it." you sigh pushing your hair back and he shakes his head looking up at your ceiling clearly trying to keep his cool.

"I just don't understand why you would tell me twice during the week that you were going and then ignore me, to then find out you were bar hopping instead? I don't care how much has changed between us. It's fucked up! and it's something I'd never do you! When I say I'm going to do something, I mean it and I do it." He says sounding hurt which absolutely destroyed you inside. The last thing you wanted was to hurt him but you were getting very upset at being the bad guy.

Without saying anything you went and grabbed your phone. You opened Amanda's text handing him your phone and a look of confusion played upon his face. He reads the message and his face completely falls. "Y/N... I- I had no idea she sent you this message. I- "It's fine Joe, I get it. If I'm making her feel uncomfortable than I just need to step back and leave you alone." You shrug. "No, you don't! This isn't okay. She lied to me and crossed the line. I'm sorry Y/N... I truly didn't know and shouldn't came over here like this." Joe shakes his head looking back at the message. He was becoming enraged which didn't happen often, he was always so stoic & mellow. Even when they lost the super bowl and the AFC he barely showed any emotion on that.

"Maybe she's right you know, maybe I have crossed boundaries and should take a step back." you shrug and his head snaps up at you. "What are you saying?" he asks and you take a deep breath. "Maybe I am too flirty or too close with you and we should just be friends from a far or...not at all. I don't know...but I do know you really like Amanda and she comes first ya know? It's normal, it's what happens when you get in a serious relationship, things change with friendships around." You say holding in tears. "Y/N... C'mon don't do this over some stupid misunderstanding, we've gotten through much worse than this." Joe says swallowing hard.

"Have we? Cause I don't ever remember feeling like this when it comes to you. This is the first time you've ever been upset at me. It'll be better this way Joey & you know that was no misunderstanding. I'll still be watching every game & supporting every thing that you do. That you can always count on." I say hiding my sadness with a laugh.

"So that's it? Our friendship is just tossed in the trash because Amanda apparently says so?" He fake laughs. "Joe, our lives at a point where they're just different. It happens!! I mean look at you and Seth! You two were also inseparable in college and now look? He's married with kids and living in New York. When was the last time you heard from him? I think... I think our time is just up and you need to focus on your career and your relationship." You say letting a tear stream down your face.

"This is some bullshit you know, you were supposed to be there when I win the Super Bowl, when I finally get married and I finally had kids. Like you were there for me with the transfer to LSU, the NCAA win, The draft, my injury & making to the Super Bowl... shit you even helped me unpack when I bought my house out here and you're telling me that this is just what happens between friends because of life? Do you not remember, I'm also the guy that would look after you in college & make sure you'd make it back to your dorm after getting trashed at all these stupid parties your friends that I'm sure you don't even talk to either would drag you to? I was the one that would drive you to your parents every time you felt homesick, the one that would help you out with papers and studying?...that means nothing huh? Over a fucking bull shit text!?" He scoffs.

"Joe- No save it Y/N. You clearly made a choice here before I even walked through that door and without even talking to me about it. Have a nice life, Y/N." He says handing your phone back to you and storming out of the house slamming the door behind him without even taking one last glance to you. You couldn't help but let out a small sob and let the tears finally flow. This hurt way more than you could ever imagine. Letting your best friend and the only guy you've ever loved slip through you're fingers forever.

[positivelyholland]

You're Not Sorry II

PLEASE GO READ PART 1 FIRST

pairing: harry styles x daughter!reader

genre: hurt/comfort

warnings: fight with a parent, tell me if i missed anything else

summary: after a week of tension between you and your dad, Harry ultimately comes to his senses 7 days after saying the terrible words he did

A/N OMG ITS FINALLY HERE!!!

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1 week. 7 days. 168 hours. You haven't talked to your dad since his last blow up a week ago. And the thing is, he hasn't talked to you either. You figured his lack of apology proves he meant all the terrible things he said to you that day. 

It hurt like hell at first, you'll admit that. But eventually, you realized through the help of your amazing mother and friends that made you realize he's just not worth your time. If he's gonna act like that and still call himself your dad then might as well not let it bother you. 

Harry on the other hand, has been the complete opposite of content the past week. He was really stressed when he said those awful words to you, although he's aware that there's no good enough excuse for what he said.

 All he wants is to apologize and beg for your forgiveness to be able to give his daughter a hug. Although he figured you wouldn't want to talk to him so he didn't push your boundaries. However, while his words weren't necessarily affecting you too much at the moment, all you wanted was a hug from your dad. 

At the end of the day, all these problems would be solved by the word “sorry” coming out of Harry’s mouth, and you both knew that. 

So here we are, a week later. After a week of no contact between the father-daughter pair, Harry decided it was time to face you along with dealing with his mistakes. 

Taking a deep breath, Harry walks up the stairs to your room where you were currently blasting music from. He hesitantly knocks on your door, resulting in you pausing your music and letting out a loud groan before stomping over to your door. 

When you opened the door and were met face to face with your dad (aka the last person you were expecting to be knocking on your door), your facial expressions exposed how much surprise you were experiencing. 

Harry's heart broke at the shock in your face. Did you really not expect him to ever apologize? And your honest answer to that question was no. You were convinced he wasn't ever going to come to his senses and realize how terrible he was to you that day. 

But here he is. Awkwardly standing at your door, looking miserable due to how much he had been beating himself up lately. 

“Can I come in? I have some things I need to say” 

Harry’s voice was small and shy, you almost didn't hear it. You nodded your head in response and opened your door wider for him, before going over to sit on your bed. You patted the spot next to you, signaling for him to sit by you. 

Harry cautiously moves into your room and slowly sits to the spot next to you on your bed. The room is dead silent for a few long, excruciating minutes before he eventually speaks up. 

“I’m gonna start by saying I love you so much, don't you ever forget that. I know I haven't been very good at showing it lately but my love for my daughter is unconditional and will never change. I’ve been terrible to you lately and I hope we can move past this one day, but I understand if you never ever forgive me because I wouldn't forgive myself but-”

“Dad!! It's ok. I forgive you and I love you too” You interrupted his rambling because if you didn't it probably wouldn't have stopped for hours. 

“Wait really? Just like that?” Harry's face was a mix of surprise and so much love and appreciation for his incredible daughter.

“Of course, you're my dad. I love you too and everyone makes mistakes” you answered like it was no big deal. 

Harry made no response other than taking you into his arms and embracing you like he never has before. Hugging your dad was such an important thing to you, and being in his arms was something you wouldn't trade for the world. All your worries were washed away the second you felt his fatherly touch. 

“I love you dad”

“I love you so much y/n. Don't you ever forget that”

[msfeaths]

sweet & wild (fwb)

warnings : mentions of s€x, drugs

pairing : jj maybank x reader

summary : there is so much going on in your mind when you look at this blonde guys with who you share some wild experiences... (friends with benefits story)

inspired by Wildest Dreams from Taylor Swift <3

You turned around to watch him as he shook his head in order to fix his hair - in a way - before lighting the joint he was holding in the corner of his mouth. At this moment, you came to realise what just happened. Could you call it a one-night stand ? After all, you've known JJ and been friends with him for 3 years now. You guys were used to hang out together, with the pogues.

So what on earth was that night ? The outcome of taking too much alcohol at the party, maybe. That's what you told yourself you'd say if he asked you. You didn't regret though. Obviously you knew how much experience JJ had and he nicely took care of you those last few hours. You accepted when he handed out to you the joint, and watched as you took a puff with a smirk.

"I should probably go now..." you said, gathering the rest of your clothes. "Yeah, okay" he answered getting up a little more. "Just text me when you get home, k' ?" you heard his so familiar voice say as you're about to pass the door. You then nodded, and waved him goodbye before walking out and finally be able to breathe a bit more. You needed to think, since he decided to say nothing about the fact you just hooked up.

The way his hands touched your hair when both of your bodies moved perfectly against each other, tangled up all night... That's all you could think about. Every memory you had from that night came back to you any time you blinked. Deep down you hoped and knew it would somehow happen again. And it did.

A few weeks later you invited the pogues to hang at your house, your parents being away for the weekend. The evening was chill and fun, and everything seemed normal between you and JJ. You just pretended that you had no particular memories every time you had eye contacts with him. That was until everyone came back to their own house... Except JJ.

First Pope, then Kiara, and John B and Sarah. Only him stayed a little longer. And without realising it, your breath started to accelerate when he opened his sweet mouth : "I can't stop thinking about how you looked in that dress... Or how I took it off from you." He took a few steps closer. You didn't really dare watch him in the eyes, it would just make everything so much more complicated...

"JJ-" you started, but he lifted up your chin. And he kissed you right there, in the middle of your living room. He's so tall and handsome as hell. You both made your way to your bedroom and it didn't take more to find you both naked and breathless, because God, he does it so well. The wildness of it all made you feel absolutely amazing.

But JJ noticed the look on your face that wasn't sure if it was or wasn't a good thing.

"Hey" he said, making you turn your head towards him. "No one has to know what we do" he continued, as you watch all of his clothes spread out in your room.

But nothing lasts forever, right ?

"Let's just.. drink something. What' you want ?" you told him while putting a large t-shirt. "Beer's fine", "Okay, beer. Cool".

You got up and came back a minute later, beers in hand, JJ not getting his eyes off you. You cheered and both smiled, thinking of how stupid it felt to cheers with beers. "Are you ok ?" JJ asked before taking a sip from his can. "Yeah, why ?" "Just making sure". You nodded and put on some music. You started talking about basically anything and kept on drinking for a while before you both fell asleep.

The slight light that was coming from the rising sun outside filled the room warmly as the trees shadows moved slowly onto your face. You looked so peaceful, eyes closed, slow breath, your natural red lips and your rosy cheeks. JJ wasn't used to waking up by anyone's side. The fact that it was you bothered him and didn't at the same time. Maybe it was the fact that he was used to be your friend. Or maybe it was something else he wasn't ready to find out.

When you woke up, you thought for a moment you were still sleeping when you saw JJ, especially his arm around your waist. His head was turned so you couldn't see if he was awake or not. But this position felt good. So, for a moment, you just wanted to pretend. Pretend it was a usual sweet morning and not just the morning following a wild night...

[inevitablysomber-dark]

Shackled (Chapter 17)

Dark! Rafe Cameron x Pogue! Reader

Warning: There are some intense, dubiously consenting and nonconsensual sexual themes in this series, MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY. MINORS DNI.

Summary: You hate Outer Banks with a passion and are working hard to get out despite all the obstacles in your way. Rafe himself eventually becomes one of those obstacles after a night of low impulse control. Will you be able to overcome him or with you have no choice but to submit.

Slow Burn

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@sophiexoxo-lol

You were ok.

Rafe put in the work when he decided to nurse you back to health, and as grateful as you were for his help, you were just as unsettled being around him.

Which was how you found yourself sneaking out of the front door of the Cameron Mansion. You had no money and no way to get any farther than the entrance of Figure 8.

That is until you catch Sarah, walking out with her car keys in hand,  probably sneaking out as well, so you rush to her side as quickly as possible, frightening her.

"O my gosh, you scared me," she places her hand above her chest for emphasis, giving a deep breath before continuing. "Did you need something?" she asks.

"I was wondering if you were going to the cut?" you ask, looking back at the mansion.

"I was going to see John B." she nods.

"Would you mind taking me there as well?" you ask, looking back again when you thought you heard something.

"What about Ra-," 

You cut her off.

"Don't worry about Rafe. I feel like I'm suffocating here and was hoping to get out for a bit," she looks doubtfully at you. "I promise I'll be back before he notices. I just need to feel some freedom,"

"Ok," she says.

"Ok," you respond.

You had no reason to trust Sarah, Ward had already proven how much of a scumbag he was, and you didn't need any confirmations about Sarah. Sure, it felt like you could tell her, but with your luck, you didn't want to risk it. 

You both get into the vehicle, and she begins driving off.

During your weeks of recovery, Rafe never let you out of his sight, Ward allowed him to work from home, and he would only ever step out if he needed to do a visit. Which was rare, so he'd take you with him when he did one.

You fought against it initially, but realizing he wasn't giving you a choice, you begrudgingly followed along.

Amid your care, he constantly held, stroked, and fondled you. Forcing you to touch and feel him through his arousal. Always whispering promises of your physical reunion, saying that he couldn't wait to officially get his hands on you.

It was so jarring and uncomfortable to go through all of this, but then he'd go back to taking care of you, making sure you took your pills, keeping you well-fed and hydrated. He would be so gentle sometimes; it gave you whiplash.

Tomorrow would be one of your last appointments pertaining to the injuries caused by your father. You knew you would be given the ok, because you were ok. You could finally breathe without pain, your limp was basically nonexistent, and your face was completely healed. They had no reason to deny Rafe his need to have you.

Tonight was the only night where you had just enough freedom to escape your personal hell known as Rafe Cameron, and it was by pure luck.

He was under the influence when he walked out of the bathroom that night. You could tell through his slurred words and wobbly movements. 

You assumed he did a line while he was in there. 

When he came to bed, he started talking about work, Ward, Sarah, and even you.

He got you to pull on his cock, releasing himself in your hand, saying he couldn't wait to have you again before knocking out cold. An hour had passed before you realized this was the perfect opportunity to leave. So, you put on some clothes, pulled on one of his jackets to keep you warm through the cold, and stepped out.

As Sarah drove on the cut's main road, you waited a few moments before telling her to stop. Your house was still a couple of blocks away, but you would manage.

"You sure?" she asks. "I can just take you where you need to go."

"I'm sure. I'll see you later," you close her door and wave her off, waiting for her to leave before you walk toward your home.

It stood the same, the only difference being the police tape and the giant hole dug out in the backyard. You walk around to look in the hole, and your heart clenches.

You were sure they dug your mother out, and if you hadn't done anything to save your neck, you'd be buried beside her. You couldn't say you were surprised because your father did have his violent tendencies, and in terms of evidence, it worked against him.

Once the shock slips away, you try the back door to find it open. You didn't know what you would find, but you had to try.

***

An hour and a half later, you found 200 dollars and your father's truck keys. You got a small bookbag from your room and started packing from whatever was left behind when Ward and Rafe last came to get your things.

It wasn't much, but it was better than nothing.

You planned to return to Misty's Lounge and beg Sam for a set or two. You could stay with someone for a few days, then skip town as soon as you have made enough money.

You walked to the old beat-up Chevy, adjusting your seats and mirrors, as your nerved became unsettled. Of course, it could have been better, but you were pressed for time, on your own, and desperate. You just needed the plan to follow through.

The last time you drove a car was for a driver's test provided by your school. Since then, you haven't touched a wheel.

You take a deep breath before pushing in the key and turning it, the car sputtered and wheezed, but it didn't start. You tried a few times until all you heard was a click from the key turning.

You couldn't give up, you knew your dad had one of his battery starters in the garage. You'd seen him use it a few times, so you had an idea of how it worked. Maybe that was it, at least, you were hoping that was it.

When you found the battery starter, you turned it on to see if it worked, but the little screen remained blank. You sat after a few more times, turning the knob, and started wondering if it needed to be charged. 

You plug it into an outlet, and after a few minutes, the screen starts blinking.

Relief was flooding your chest, things were starting to look up. You let it sit while you looked around the house. It was just as you left it that night untouched until this moment. You glance at the microwave in the kitchen to watch how much time goes by.

When an hour passes, you unplug the starter hoping it's enough to give you what you need, just as you step onto the porch, you notice another truck parked next to the Chevy and figure walking up the path to your house. As soon light catches the face of the stranger, blue eyes flicker back at you, and you drop the starter rushing back into the house.

“Y/N!” Rafe yelled.

You move up the stairs, rushing to your father's room, it was the only room in the house with a deadbolt lock, and luckily for you, it was open. You quickly move inside, closing the door, not just latching the deadbolt but locking the handle.

You needed to find a way to get out. Looking toward the window, you could find a way to sneak to the starter and work on the Chevy while he was busy trying to open the door inside.

You heard the knob jiggling and started making your move.

"Y/N!" he starts. "Sweetheart, please open the door, or I'm gonna have to do this the hard way, and you'll pay for it if I do,"

He's met with silence as you carefully jiggle the lock on the window.

A sudden bang makes you jump, causing you to stare at the bedroom door. Another bang follows, causing you to jump again. This time the short head of an axe peeks through.

Of course, he had an axe. It had to be one of the two your father used for decorations in the hall. This man had to be the bane of your existence. 

You struggle to push the window up, but you manage and carefully climb out.

When you hop off the window from the other side, you land wrong, a sharp pain invading your ankle as it travels up your leg. You had to keep moving, limping toward the front door, grabbing the starter you'd dropped, and pushing yourself toward the Chevy. 

You heard the dull thumping of feet going down steps, and that was when you knew you were fucked, but you kept going. Something needed to give.

But nothing did.

You could hear Rafe's steps slow as he got outside, watching you struggle to carry the starter, an unamused chuckle pushing from his throat. Soon enough, he was behind you, wrapping an arm around your waist as he pushed you against the Chevy.

"You're cute, you know that," he whispers into your ear. He grabs a handful of your ass before giving it a painful squeeze.

"I should fuck you right here for the trouble you've caused me." He moves his hand around to your front, palming your mound and squeezing it, grinding his hard-on into the crack of your ass as hard as he can.

"But we don't want any irreversible damage, now do we."

[littleboxcat]

Janine Had to have been the person to find Egon's body...

So I am not a superfan but I have been a fan of Ghostbusters for a very long time. Anyway, I have watched the first two movies so many times and I would race home after school to watch The Real Ghostbusters on TV. (partialy because I had a crush on Egon Spengler. Janine would honestly be like "Same gurl, same")

I have been re watching Ghostbusters Afterlife and something struck me but also kinda made me sad. Yes, seeing ghost Egon (Harold Ramis) and the og Ghostbusters together again made me cry like a baby but no, that wasn't what dampened my emotions.

In the scene where Cali and the kids meet Janine, She tells them She was the one to contact Them about Egon's death. She also goes on to say they were... Friends. There was a pause in that statement (this is important). Janine also states there was no money and that she had been there making sure Egon's bills were paid and take care of small things (also an important to my theory.)

I want to go back, to some cut scenes in Ghostbuster 1984, soft cannon as well as some non canonical but equaly important to character development moments in other GB media. Egon didn't sleep that much, (Apparently he could live on 14 Minutes,) and in a cut scene of GB1984 he is seen sleeping at his microscope (Janine found him there.) In the Extreem Ghostbuster cartoon, Egon didn't realy take care of himself too much (Janine had to get him to eat healthy) I'm fairly certian that when Egon is in a state of Hyperfocus, (Bc he is an autistic coded charachter, but that's a conversation for another thread) he forgets/neglects everything else. This is where Janine comes in.

I postulate that Janine still had feelings him. Hell they may have had feelings for each other but never labled it hence the pause she made when saying they were ...Friends. Janine obviously didn't live with Egon but had to have lived somewhere close because flying back and forth IN THIS ECONOMY, would have been expensive and Egon had no money. Maybe she received money from Winston but it didn't seem that way. Out of all the Crew she was the only one checking in on Egon regularly. Honestly I feel like this was a labor of love especially because he was already going over the deep end into the Gozer, end of the wold thing.

Janine was the only one of the crew who knew about Egon's secret love child, which means he shared personal information with her. I not so sure he shared his giant trap plans with her though. Egon had been living there for years. YEARS! And in all that time Janine was the only one coming to see him, taking care of his affairs/business (probably taking care of him.) Either they were super close friends or lovers. I'm leaning toward lovers. That's a lot to do for just a ... Friend.

In GB Afterlife, Phoebe mentions to Ray that Egon had only been dead for like a week. The movie takes place a week after Egons death. The town's folk said Dirt Farmer was a loner. Podcast eludes to no one ever going up to the house. This means the only person to have possibly found Egon was Janine.

Janine found Egon's limp body in the chair where he died. This is probably how she was able to contact Cali so fast. It would have taken a couple of days to pack up their life and move to Egons farmhouse...

Janine, who was most likely still in love with Egon, The only person checking in on him, making sure he ate and slept, the person handling his bills, probably making sure he cleaned up after himself, goes to his house to check on him only to find him dead. The coin she's holding in the after credit scene isn't the second coin she had (from GB 1984) but the coin she gave him for good luck because she thought he might die in the original Gozer attack. She was correct but it wasn;t the original Gozer attack that killed Egon. It was the final attack. This realization killed me inside.

Anyway what do you think? Am I overthinking this? Sorry for the long post.

[cas-coding]

"don't get your panties in a twist, darlin'," bobby says, rolling his eyes at whatever dumbass thing dean has just said, and dean knows he doesn't mean it like that, he knows, but everyone he's met means it like that, and sometimes he thinks sam means it like that, and it's not fair.

it's not fair those words carry more meaning to him than they do to anyone else.

sam must see it on his face, then, because he's shooting a look that shuts bobby right up, slapping a hand on dean's shoulder. "hey," sam says, his voice tiptoeing on sympathetic, "we should prep more salt shells for it either way. get out of bobby's hair while he figures out what we're gonna eat, yeah?"

dean hates that he just nods along, numb to it all. he can't change anything; he's already changed enough about himself, and he's sure as hell not going back, so what way is there to make them more comfortable with him?

he's not the type to beg for some doctor to give him testosterone, the reliance would only make it worse, make it harder for him to get his job done. he'd thought about the surgery, but the recovery time is several weeks, several weeks of people dying because he was selfish enough to fix something that most people don't even think is wrong with him.

the basement door creaks open and sam's footsteps sound out in front of him, jolting dean back to the reality where he's supposed to be helping sammy instead of getting lost in his own head.

"you alright?" sam asks, looking up at dean's figure at the top of the stairs, tilting his head just a bit, like he'll be able to read dean's thoughts.

dean sighs and clomps down the wooden stairs, each creaking under his weight. "would you even be askin' if i was born with a dick?" he shoots back, shoving past sam at the bottom of the staircase, his anger bubbling up inside him.

"woah," sam laughs, trying to take the weight out of it. "you know you're my brother, i'm just worried about you, dean. you went all freaky quiet up there."

"yeah, well, next time one of you decide it's funny to make a joke about the fact that i wasn't born 'your brother', i'm going to fucking shoot myself, so cut it the fuck out."

it takes dean a moment to realize what he's said, the basement falling gravely quiet around them. he shouldn't joke about it, shouldn't think it's funny that he carries around a gun for himself, banking on its final blood being that of its owner. a couple times, he'd toyed with the ideas, loaded and unloaded it until his hands cramped, deciding he was too tired to pull the trigger.

"dean," sam whispers, and there's that pity, that sinking, deep pity, the thing dean had been avoiding. "i'm sorry. we don't think about it sometimes. it's not because you're trans, honest to whatever god is out there. bobby sees you as his son as much as he sees me as his son, promise, and he probably doesn't even realize that's more offensive to you than me. i can talk to him?" sam offers, shrugging.

"no, don't."

"what do you want me to do then?" sam fires back, instantly taking a step back. "fuck, i'm sorry. i just, shit, you don't get it, do you? we really don't give a shit that your voice isn't all deep or whatever, and we really don't give a shit that your chest isn't completely flat. you're the one who's making all this up, writing this narrative that we hate you for it, all in your own head. we love you, dean, and we don't give a shit that you weren't born with that name. honest."

and in that moment, it doesn't matter; no matter what dean is, he's just glad he's got a body to hug his brother with.

[uwowrites]

hii again ^^

sooo another request? hehe

it's been a hard week, so could i request a boss x reader where the reader is very stressed abt exams and school and the boss is there to help him out or just make him relax for a bit? my stress is pretty aggressive so i cry a lot when i'm stressed-

thanks!

So, I am probably late writing this but I hope your exams went well! And I hope that you are okay too! Take care!

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Stress

(Boss x reader)

Tears threatened to spill from Y/N's eyes as they turned the pages of their book in panic. Their hopelessness has grown after hours of studying. Their hands shaking as they closed the book and rubbed their eyes.

The fatigue from studying and working the entire week weighing down on them as they tried to focus on planning their studies. Although it's been hours since they sat down, they weren't able to get anything done. Thoughts about not being able to finish their studies on time and disappointing everyone clouded their mind instead.

They rose up from their seat and started to pace around the room in an attempt to ease themselves. This proved to be futile however as they started to think about how they were wasting time panicking instead of studying. But they couldn't study because they felt too stressed.

"What the hell do I do?"

They sat on their bed and tried not to give in to the siren's call, telling them to get some rest. They knew they couldn't afford to sleep. Shifting their left hand, they started to trace patterns on their right one. Trying breathing exercises to no avail. It was having the opposite effect as they started to face difficulty breathing. The room suddenly felt so suffocating and small-

"-easy Y/N. I am------ look at me." a voice spoke up from beside them. Their voice fading in and out.

Y/N's eyes desperately searched for the source of the sound and tilted their head to see two white eyes looking back at them. They seemed familiar, but Y/N was too stressed and their brain wasn't able to make the connection.

"Good. Now---- my lead. Breathe in." they directed as they took a deep breath in.

Y/N followed suit, although they breathed in too quickly and was having a hard time holding their breath.

"Breathe out."

Y/N breathed out harshly before they felt a hand on their shoulder. They instinctively reached out for the hand and held it.

"Alright. Breathe in again. You can do it."

They did so, and felt themselves relax by a small percent. Although it wasn't much, it was progress.

The two continued the exercise, with one calmly instructing the other, going as far as to lifting their hand up and down to show when to take a deep breath in and for how long.

After what seemed like an eternity to Y/N, they finally calmed down and wiped the tears from their eyes. Now that they were relaxed for the most part, they were instantly able to recognize the figure sitting next to them.

"Boss?"

The ghost in question smiled at them, albiet looking a bit stressed and concerned.

"Are you alright?"

Afraid that their voice will betray them, Y/N nodded in response. They didn't wish to worry the ghost for they felt that he already had enough on his plate.

Boss wasn't convinced at the gesture however, and his frown deepened. The only thing he needed to do was look around the room to see what was going on. Papers were strewn everywhere, empty cans of energy drinks and books scattered all over the desk conveyed enough.

"Thank you."

He almost thought he imagined hearing those two words. It sounded so feeble and distressed.

Deciding to break the silence, he asked, "When was the last time you took a break from studying?"

Caught off guard by the question, Y/N hesitated before replying, "It's uh- about an hour back?"

"I see. Well, you must be really fed up of studying. Do you wish to join me and fly around the city for a while?" he enquired, while asking in a gentle tone.

"I can't. I haven't-" they started, "I have been trying to study for the past hour but, I can't. I feel some kind of uneasiness. It's so hard to concentrate. And I have so much left but I don't have enough time."

"Y/N. You will not be able to study if you are worried. Which is why I am asking if you wish to fly with me. It will help take your mind off things."

Y/N took a sharp breath in to stable their breathing, "But I haven't studied anything since my last break. I can't take a break."

Boss quirked an eyebrow, "Y/N, if you do not mind me asking, what did you do in your last break?"

"Uh- Well, I just walked around the room a bit. Trying to calm myself. Pacing."

"You need a change in scenery. It's obvious that staying in your room during your break prevents you from relaxing."

Y/N averted their eyes from Boss' face. They looked at the floor as they contemplated over his words.

"Y/N, just for 15 minutes. We can fly for a while and anytime you want to come back we can do so."

Y/N drew patterns on their left hand using their right thumb. After a while of thinking, they agreed.

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Leaving their body behind (flower in mouth), they held Boss' hand which was extended towards them. The atmosphere calm and quiet as the two flew side by side. Below them, the trees swayed gently as the breeze passed by. The roads were empty, save for a few cars which stayed still as the drivers waited for the signal light to change.

Boss lead Y/N by slightly pulling their hand. Y/N, although confused by his actions, trusted him enough to not doubt it.

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Boss started to descend from the sky, which prompted Y/N to do the same. As the two landed, Y/N looked around and took note of their surroundings.

They were in a park, the lamps dimly lit their surroundings.

"Pspspspsps" Boss quietly whispered, as he knelt on one knee.

"What are you-"

A soft meow cut them off, causing the mortal to turn towards the source of the sound. Their eyes searched around for a while before landing on a pair of green eyes staring back at them. They felt their heart melt as they saw a black kitten walk out of the bushes. Something felt different about the alley cat though. Their body seemed to be faintly glowing.

"I don't suppose you have ever seen a black ghost cat before. Have you?" Boss asked to which Y/N agreed.

"I thought sins make your body turn dark?" Y/N queried.

"The rules are different for animals." he answered.

He sat down and crossed his legs. The cat walked over and sat in his lap. Looking at Y/N, Boss patted the space next to him before Y/N sat down.

"Are you still stressed about your exams? Or has the stress died down a bit?" he rubbed the back of the kitten's ears.

"Well, I am still super stressed. But, it has reduced a smidge."

"Well, maybe this will help you even more." He said as he lifted the kitten from his lap and placed it on Y/N's. The mortal raised their hand as he did so and placed their hand in front of the kitten's nose, giving the kit a chance to smell the hand.

Y/N wasn't sure how ghost cats could smell anything but decided not to question it. The small kit then settled themself on Y/N's lap and the latter scratched behind it's ears, causing it to purr.

"So, I don't believe you told me about the show you started watching last week." Boss questioned, hoping to divert Y/N's mind a bit more from their studies.

"Oh! Right, I completely forgot to tell you about it." They perked up.

"Well, you could tell me about it now." Boss smiled softly.

Y/N felt their lips curl upwards as they started to ramble on about the show that they were currently obsessed with.

[squad3-sevcase]

I Know Your Heart (13) Hanging On [part two] | Chicago Fire Fanfic

Summary: In the aftermath of Voight’s attempt to escalate things with the Casey siblings, Becker and Matt try to navigate what comes next. Hallie makes a request of Becker that she refuses.

Warnings: General Chicago Fire warnings apply. Read at your own discretion.

🏷️: @campingmonkey @fullwattpadmusictree @deardelicatedamage @marvelatthetwilight

The door to Becker's room opened slowly, revealing her brother and Hallie, and the resident who would hopefully set her free.

Matt stopped on her left side where Kelly had been for the better part of the week when he wasn't on shift; he looked over her body, placing his left hand in hers. He offered a soft smile, though anger still rolled off of him in small waves.

“Hey, kid,” he said quietly. He looked up at the young doctor as she checked Becker's vitals. “Everything looks good. This is Sarah, she's going to take you off of the ventilator and you should be able to go home later today. How are you feeling?”

Becker reached for the notepad and flipped to an open page. Good. Ready to get back to work.

“Oh, no. You're not going back to work. You are taking time off, Becker. That's not a suggestion.”

I'm sure as hell not sitting on my ass at home while you're out there busting yours. The last three and a half months of my life have been running away from this guy, I’m not running anymore.

Matt turned to the window, ran his hands through his hair, and exhaled deeply. On the one hand, he knew Becker needed to face this thing head-on, and needed to fight it with everything she had. On the other hand, he couldn't stand the sight of his baby sister lying in that hospital bed with worse injuries than she'd already sustained. If anything else happened to her, he wouldn't forgive himself.

“What if you compromise?” Hallie cut in, trying to keep tensions from escalating. “At least until your ribs are healed, stay around the firehouse. If you get bored, you can come and help me in the clinic. And before you say anything, Matt, I promise nothing too strenuous.”

Becker nodded slightly and waited for her brother to agree.

“Yeah, all right. But I mean it, Becker, don't mess around with this. I'll see you later.” Matt gave his sister and Hallie one last nod of approval and left the room.

“Hey, I know this has been a rough week for you. Both of you have taken a huge blow to your pride, and you're not the easiest people to talk to once you get an idea in your head. Give him some time, he'll come around,” Hallie said softly.

Sarah put on a fresh pair of gloves and set the tray on the stand behind her. She pulled the tape away from Becker's mouth, checked to make sure her airway was clear and deflated the cuff. “When you're ready, take a deep breath and exhale, okay?”

As Becker breathed in and exhaled, Sarah carefully pulled the breathing tube out of her windpipe. She handed her a small cup of water and disposed of the instruments, then left the room. At least Becker was finally out of the woods and breathing comfortably on her own.

Hallie took a seat in the chair next to Becker's bed. “Matt would probably kill me if he knew I was telling you this but …” she trailed off, sighing as she blinked back tears of her own. The first time Becker had ever seen Hallie cry. “This thing with Voight is getting worse and Matt's losing his mind. He isn't thinking clearly anymore, he hardly even talks to me lately. I think he's pushing himself too hard with all of this.”

Becker sat up. Her throat hurt; her voice felt heavy from going unused. She could see the fear in Hallie's eyes and desperately wanted to offer her some comfort, but what could she say? Even she didn't know when things would settle down again or if they ever would.

“We can't stop until Voight is off the street. We can't stop until his son pays for what he did to me and Mikey,” she said, fighting through the discomfort to speak the truth.

Hallie scoffed. “You're both so damn stubborn. Is it not enough that our lives are this close to being threatened? Voight already planted drugs at Matt's house, Becker.”

“What would you have me do, Hallie? That's exactly why we have to see this through,” she replied.

“You have to talk him out of testifying at the deposition hearing. Please?”

“How can you ask me to do that?” she asked, fury rising in her gut. “Do you understand how much pain and suffering that kid has caused? The boy from the car accident is paralyzed because of Justin Voight's actions. Mikey will never walk or play hockey again.”

“I'm just thinking about all of us. Voight isn't going to stop, we know that. The only way to end this is if you and Matt retract your statements. Don't you want this to be over?”

“This will never be over. But the least we can do is try to get Mikey the justice he deserves. I won't talk Matty out of testifying at the hearing, he's doing the right thing.”

“I asked Gabriela to talk to him, but he doesn't want to listen. I can't watch him ruin his career behind this. I can't watch our lives be turned upside-down behind this. All I'm asking you to do is talk to him, Becker. You're his baby sister, there's no one in the world he loves more. He will listen to you.”

“God, you got Gabby involved in this? Hallie, you're asking me to do something you know I never will―stand against my brother. I think you should leave.”

“Becker, I'm—”

“Go, Hallie.” Becker turned on her side, putting her back to Hallie's face.

She couldn't believe that Hallie would ask her to do such a thing, knowing how much she'd suffered from Justin Voight's actions as well. Becker had accepted that she couldn't get anything from testifying against him, but at least she still had a career to look forward to. Mikey would never walk again, never play his favourite sport again, his family would never be the same. He deserved better, and Becker was as determined as her brother to make sure he got it.

Becker sat on the edge of the hospital bed, still reeling from her conversation with Hallie. Her heart ached as much as her body did. Her first month back home had been in a constant downward spiral, all she wanted to do was put it behind her.

There was a quiet knock on the door, and she lifted her head to find Herrmann standing in the doorway.

“Hey, kid,” he said, “ready to go?”

“If I never see the inside of this hospital from that bed again, it'll be too soon,” she said with a laugh. She took hold of Herrmann's hand when offered, leaning against him for support. “Thank you. And thanks for giving me a lift home. Matt has banned me from driving my truck until my ribs heal.”

“It's no problem at all. You know we take care of our own, Casey.” He grabbed her backpack and slowly led her from the hospital room.

Being out in the hallway felt less stifling already; Becker would take the heavy scent of saline over the stench of near-death any day. She shuffled along next to Herrmann in silence, ready to be back in her own bed ad leave this week in the rearview mirror.

“Has anyone seen my brother since this morning?” she asked once they exited the hospital.

“Can't say that I have,” he said.

Herrmann helped her settle into the front passenger seat and tossed her backpack in the back. The drive to her apartment was quiet, neither of them spoke on the tension in the air, but they were both thinking the same thing. With the deposition only a day and a half away, everyone could only hope it played out in their favour.

Becker waved goodbye to Herrmann then went inside. She wanted nothing more than to take a hot shower and sleep in her bed tonight. And since Matt was forcing her to take time off to heal, she figured ordering a pizza and catching up on Grey's Anatomy would take up a good chunk of her time at home.

She slowly made her way inside the building, smiling to the doorman as he held the door open for her.

“Good to have you back, Ms. Casey,” he said with a polite nod of his head.

“Good to be back, Miles. Remind me to thank my brother for insisting I take a ground floor unit,” she returned.

“You got it, Ms. Casey.” Miles bid her farewell and returned to his seat behind the desk.

Becker chuckled; Miles the Doorman was the only good thing about her building. Well, that, and being around the corner from Kelly and Shay. She pulled her keys from the front pocket of her backpack and went to unlock the door, a small draft hit the bare skin of her hands when she reached for the handle.

Stepping back a bit, Becker noticed that her door was slightly ajar, unlike how she'd left it earlier in the week.

Her heart rate kicked up at the thought of an intruder being in her apartment. She glanced over her shoulder, making eye contact with Miles and offered him a shy smile. Thankfully, his attention was pulled away from her when another resident entered the building.

She pulled her phone from her back pocket and touched the screen, then held it up to her ear. Keeping up appearances was something Becker knew how to do very well.

“Hey, Herrmann, what's up?” Becker turned to the front door. “Thanks, I was wondering where those went. In my pain-riddled haze, I tried unlocking the door with the keys to my locker. Yeah, I'll be out in a sec.”

Miles was still tending to the 2nd-floor resident who stopped in for a chat, unaware of the waver in Becker's voice. It didn't matter that her locker had a combination padlock on it. She turned quickly and made her way back out to the street. Who could she call? Everyone she knew would be at the firehouse.

“Matty, hey! You didn't stop by my place after you left the hospital earlier, did you?” she asked when her brother answered her call.

“No, why? Is everything okay?”

“I just got back, and the door to my apartment is open.”

“Have you given a key to anyone besides me?”

“Shay and Severide. They live around the corner, it made sense.”

“Where are you right now? I'll come get you.”

“Standing outside the building. Made it seem like Herrmann was bringing my keys back for me.”

“All right. Go around the corner to Kelly's, we'll be there in 10.”

Back at the firehouse, everyone crowded around Becker in the common area. Two of their own had been attacked in the same day, and now Becker's apartment had been broken into. Voight was pulling out all the stops, it was becoming increasingly clear to the members of 51 that he'd stop at nothing to ruin them.

Matt paced back and forth, trying to wrap his mind around the fact that someone had broken into his sister's apartment. “Tell me again what you saw when you got there? Did you see anyone inside?”

“Matt,” she said, frustrated, “I've told you four times already. Herrmann dropped me off, I went inside, and when I went to unlock the door, it was already open. I didn't stick around long enough to see if anyone had made themselves home.”

“Well, you can't stay at your apartment.”

“Yeah, no shit, Sherlock.”

“Hey, I'm just trying to figure this out. You've been attacked and had your apartment broken into within the same week. Someone has to do something.”

“And you had cocaine planted at your house, you still go home at night.”

“That's different and you know it.”

“Why? Because―”

“Because I'm not the one who―”

“Who what, Matt? You're not the one who was assaulted by the crooked cop's kid, right?”

Matt groaned. He scrubbed his hands down his face and paced in front of the television. Navigating all of this was becoming harder as the days went on.

The frustration in his eyes eased into concern as he looked at his sister. “No, Bec. That's not what I was going to say, but you're right. He hasn't hurt me the way he's hurt you and Mikey. I don't know how to handle this, I need you to tell me what to do.”

Shay walked over and handed Becker a cup of water, then stood behind her chair. “You can stay with us. I haven't gotten enough time with you since you've been back, and you need a place to crash. Two birds, one stone.”

“Thanks, Shay. I guess that settles it.” Becker looked around the room at her friends and colleagues. She could see the gears turning in their heads, knew what they were thinking without having to ask. She would be lying if she said the same thing hadn't gone through her mind a time or two, but she knew they couldn't afford to handle it themselves.

The waiting and the uncertainty of it all was the hardest part about the whole thing. If Matt and the guys had their way, they would have taken Voight out a long time ago. But even if they could scare Voight enough to get him to leave them alone, it wasn't worth risking their jobs.

Becker wouldn't let them gamble with their lives. They were too important to her, too important to their families to let them get mixed up in this thing with a crooked cop. She would leave again before she let that happen.

Kelly must have read her mind, he crouched down in front of her before she'd even finished the thought. He placed his hands on her knees and squeezed.

“I'm okay,” she said. Her smile was small and as reassuring as she could muster.

“I know you're not, but you will be. And if you think any of us are going to let you walk out that door again, you're wrong.”

“Severide”―she rolled her eyes―“it was one time.”

“Yeah,” he laughed, “one time too many.”

Various noises of affirmation sounded from the men and women around her and she knew she wouldn't be let off the hook that easily. Truthfully, leaving had been one of the hardest things Becker had ever done. She figured she would give the incident with Justin a week to blow over, but when his calls kept coming, one week quickly turned into six.

She figured he'd grown bored with his game and moved on, and that's why she chose to come back a month before Halloween. But it turned out, he would only be distracted by yet another strike to his record. And once Detective Voight caught wind of her return, the whole thing started over again like clockwork.

“Just promise me you guys won't do anything stupid,” she pleaded, looking at Kelly with a bright smile. “It is nice to know there are a few good men left in this world.”

“Only for you, Mini Casey, only for you.”

[phas3d]

Someone Hurts You || Slytherin Boys

type :: hurt/comfort?

tw/cw :: blood, wounds, crying

contains :: draco malfoy, tom riddle, mattheo riddle, theodore nott, lorenzo berkshire

summary :: ur enemies w/ them but they see you all bruised and beaten and can't help but get protective cause AAAAA IM SO RAHRAHRAAAAHRAHHRAHH

DRACO MALFOY

He was with his friends in the hallways, just wandering around past bedtime hours

They were just gonna fuck around and go scare some people

But then Draco sees you on the floor, bleeding out slowly as you crawl on the floor

He's shocked and instantly runs to you, not even caring that he's supposed to "hate" you for whatever dumb reason he would normally say

"Who did this to you?" kicking my feet as I imagine this

But you can't answer, you're too close to fainting

He gets his grip to bring you to the infirmary at rapid speed as he shouts at the nurses to wake up and care for you

For some reason, he blames himself

Probably due to his trauma from his parents, but ya know

He stays by you all night, waiting for you to get better and wake up

He doesn't sleep for a single second, he's too enraged by the thought of someone even doing this to you

The next day, you day wake up and you're in better shape but you still have a bunch of casts and wraps on you

He asks you again, he needed to know who hurt you

When you tell him about how someone in the grades above you was bullying you, he's so mad

He storms out and challenges the senior, because why the hell is a senior beating up some random sophomore at their age

And surprisingly, he wins against the senior

Definitely flips the tables on him and gets the senior to become a laughing stock

Teases the living shit out of the bully for weeks on end until the bully leaves Hogwarts entirely

But if you ever thank him for this, he'll shrug you off and simply scoff in your face

"If anyone else bullies you again, just tell me."

When you ask why he cares so much since Draco is literally YOUR BULLY

"Shut the fuck up because I do what I did to him to you!" And he'll storm off

But he knows deep down that he could never ever do that to you

TOM RIDDLE (I will always write 10x times more for this man)

Huge mistake of whoever the hell decided to do that to you

He was making his way to the Chamber of Secrets when he saw you in the bathroom

You were sobbing heavily as you did your best to clean your wounds

But your wounds were huge, the blood wouldn't stop and your hand was way too shaky to be able to fix it all on your own

Tom has seen a lot in his life, but for some reason he could feel his eyes widen at the sight of you in pain

Rushes over to you and looks at your wounds, not being able to look in your tear-filled eyes

"Who did this to you?" He asks, his tone was filled with a mix of anger and remorse

You tried to answer but you couldn't due to how badly your arm was bleeding

Tom huffs and whispers a spell so that he can easily carries you to the infirmary

When he gets to the infirmary, he doesn't even bother to wake up the nurses

He starts to heal you himself, using all of their materials and mixing them together to make a concoction of medicine

You start to feel better but you're still crying from what you experienced

And surprisingly, Tom picked a piece of his rob and wiped your tears gently

His harsh eyes looked softer, but it wasn't filled with pity but more so sympathy

This was crazy to you, since Tom has been the most apathetic person you've ever known in your whole life

He would constantly belittle you in you class and point out all of your flaws

But now, he looks at you as if you had zero flaws within your whole being

You stare at him and he can't help but finally make eye contact with you for a split second before breaking it again

But within that small millisecond of eye contact, you could see how fast his pupils dilated at the sight of you

No matter how harsh his words were or how aggressive his body language was at times, his eyes weren't able to hide how he truly felt

He doesn't speak to you, instead he waits for you to speak on your own accord to make sure he's not forcing you since he can tell you've been really shocked by the situation

You eventually do tell him and explain how a group of Quidditch players kept cat calling you and harassing you

No matter how many times you told them to shut up or stop touching you, they kept trying

So you shot a few spells at them which made them super angry so they began to rapid fire spells at you

They tried to grab you too, but you were smart enough to lose them and hide in the bathroom, that's when Tom found you

He's so angry, he can't contain it within himself. He clenches his jaw and leaves the room in a rush

He rushes to every single Quidditch player's dorm and finds all of their belongings, discovering all of their dirty secrets in the process

He uses a spell to tie them all up and teleport them to the infirmary infant of you

Once he collects them all, which is super fast surprisingly, he comes back to the infirmary and asks you to point out which ones were harassing you

When you do, he's not scared to blast them in the face with multiple spells, leaving them with bald spots, bruises, and ripped skin

Even though the other Quidditch players in the room weren't part of this, they were forced to watch the scene play out

Tom was ruthless, not listening to your pleas for him to stop

Eventually, he finishes once the boys are barely breathing and their heart rates are about to collapse

Everyone is mortified, including you, but Tom doesn't care

He warns everyone in the room that if a single person touches you or harasses you again, he's going to do the same shit to that person

MATTHEO RIDDLE

He's always been a huge dick to you ever since you rejected him at a party

Mattheo has never been rejected before so you hurt his feelings badly, so he decided to dedicate all of his free time to making you regret your decision

Constant teasing, leaving dead animals in your locker, tearing up your clothes, all of it

But despite this awful bullying, the second he saw you all bruised up and bloody, trying your best to cling to the walls to get back to your dorm, he comes to you at full speed

He doesn't even say anything, he just lifts you up as gently as possible, as if you were made of glass, and then runs to the infirmary to get you all patched up

He yells at every single nurse to come help you and give you the best medicine possible to bring you back to your normal self

You were beaten so badly that you were almost unrecognizable to the nurses, but Mattheo knew it was you

Once the nurses do their job, you knock out and rest. He doesn't leave your side for a second and stays besides you

When you wake up, you see Mattheo's head resting in your lap as he sat on a tiny chair besides your bed

You thought he was still sleeping so you went to reach for a glass of water,

But his eyes instantly open and grab the water before you, as he holds up the glass to your lips

Once you finish it, you look at him with the most puzzled look ever

"Who did this to you?" He asks before you can question him first

You tell him to fuck off and get out of your room, because why the hell would he care?

But he insists, staying in the same spot and telling you he won't leave you alone until you explain everything

After 20 minutes of going back and forth and arguing, you admit and tell him how a group of girls were jealous of how much attention Mattheo was giving you so they beat you up

They cut your hair, destroyed your makeup bag, and threatened to make your life hell if they ever saw you interact with Mattheo again

Although Mattheo promised to never hit a woman, this is the one time it's an exception

Mattheo is dedicated to the idea of beating the shit out of these girls so he brews up a transformation potion to turn himself into a girl

Once he transforms, he beats this girls infront of the entire school, mixing magic with physical hits

Everyone was shocked when Mattheo's potion finally wore off and they saw that he wasn't some hot school girl but instead a hot school boy LOL

He then gives the girls the exact same treatment they did to you, he cuts their hair in the most uneven pattern possible and destroys all of their makeup

He then goes to you, you had no idea what happened since you were still bed bound in the infirmary

But he comes in drenched in blood, you're mortified because you think it's his own blood

But when he holds up a fist full of mixed hair colors, you knew he cut the hair of all of the girls and beat the shit out of them

"Once you recover, we're going shopping." He says, looking you dead in the eyes

When you ask why and tell him to not pity you, he puts his hand on your mouth and shuts you up

"I know you fucking hate me, but let me pay you back in some way possible so I can live with myself." He says, "Please..."

You let him take you shopping and the two of you start to bond slowly as he keeps making excuses like, "I need to take you to dinner so I can pay you back for what those girls did"

He does this so he can see you more and more :)

THEODORE NOTT

You were always on the quiet side and minded your own business, which Theo's group didn't like

His group would constantly pick on you and your friends for the most minuscule reasons

He's not fully innocent, he did pick on you and help with the cruel pranks the group did on you

One day, he was going around Diagon Alley to buy some random things but he made a wrong turn and ended up in a sketchy alley

He was about to turn back but in the corner of his eye, he saw you on the floor, bleeding out and turning the white snow below you into a bright red

Quickly, he kneels down to your level and examines your body and the wounds you have

"Who did this to you?" He asks with concern laced with a small bit of anger

You struggle to speak due to the blood dripping down your nose and around your mouth

He shakes his head, realizing what a dumb question to ask you and instantly rushes to the nearest medic he knows

The whole time you're being treated, he sits down and watches to make sure they don't do anything wrong

Waits for you to get patched up to be able to ask you once again

When it's finally done, he asks you who hurt you and you refuse to tell him at first, scared he was gonna mock you

But the look in his eyes was gentle, as if he truly cared about and was scared

And that's because he was

When you tell him it was a group of people in black cloaks, possibly death eaters, he's so scared and feels awful

His father is a death eater, he knew all about the outfits and the way they attack

Although he tries to hide it from you, he gets tears in his eyes as he feels so much guilt for knowing what his father is doing to innocent people

But then you call him out, saying how he's not so different from his father since he has been tormenting you for ages

And when you say that, he realizes you're not fully wrong and he feels 10 times worse

From that day on, he swears to you that he wants to be better and he's so so SO sorry for all he's done to you

He ends up breaking down in front of you, which was wild since this is the same guy who was laughing as his best friend dumped paint on your head

He does everything he can to make it up to you in the end

LORENZO BERKSHIRE

His group would always tease you ever since you got to Hogwarts

It didn't matter the time or place, his group would always do mean pranks on you whenever it was possible

He thought he didn't care about you, but for some reason during their mean pranks he would always feel pity towards you

Once again, Lorenzo participated in one of the stupid pranks that Draco planned and now Professor McGonnagal was after them off

He snuck into an empty classroom, hoping to not be found when he heard sniffling

Curious, he turned his head and saw you standing there, struggling to fix the massive wound you had that ran from your hand to your shoulder

He was shocked, he's never seen someone be so beaten up

He runs to you and instantly starts to help. He doesn't hesitate as he rips off a piece of his robe as he wraps it around your arm

Without speaking, he rushes you to the hospital wing and sits you on a bed, calling nurses to come and help you

For some reason, his body won't let him leave the scene even though he's supposed to be your bully

Once you get all bandaged up and healed, he sits besides you and looks at you with sympathy in his eyes

"Who did this to you?"

You hesitate to answer because of your past history with Lorenzo

"Please..." He whispers to you, "This isn't right for someone to do this."

When you finally answer and say it was his own friend, Mattheo Riddle, he's shocked

But he comforts you and tells you how Mattheo has always been a huge dick

Lorenzo knows he can't fight Mattheo since Enzo is too scrawny

But Lorenzo starts to make Mattheo's life hell by doing small annoying things

Such as logging into his account and deleting his homework, giving him false answers on tastes, replacing his alcohol with water, and much more

Overtime, Mattheo starts to go crazy and break shit and he's about to accuse you of all of this

But Lorenzo gaslights him, saying it's all Mattheo's fault for being stupid and not watching his stuff properly

[casspurrjoybell-28]

Alpha's Temptation - Chapter 50 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

A week later

I wake up to my mate sleeping peacefully besides me, arms secure around my body as his chest heaves in long breaths.

I just gaze at him for a minute, admiring how devastatingly handsome he is.

My heart can't take it.

How did someone like me get someone like him?

A loving, considerate mate who would do anything to protect me.

I can't believe how blessed I am.

I sometimes question if I even deserve it.

With a content sigh, I lift a hand to cup the side of his face, overcome by warm and fuzzy feelings.

I smile, leaning over to kiss him all over.

His forehead, his cheeks, his chin, everywhere.

I just love him so much.

He wakes up in a few moments, instantly pulling me on top of him as I giggle, kissing his nose.

"Can I wake up like this every day?" he murmurs, morning voice thick and deep.

I caress his cheek affectionately, giving him one last soft kiss on the lips before I squirm out of his grip, getting out of bed as I check the clock.

"Shoot. It's already 7:15. I have to get ready."

Daemon puts his hands behind his head, relaxing back against the pillows as he gives me a lazy smirk, eyes trailing down my figure.

"I think you're forgetting something, shortcake," he says in amusement and I look down, realizing I'm butt naked.

I flush, turning away from him to go to the closet and get some clothes.

"Don't mind this view, either. I wanna take a bite out of that ass," I grab a shirt from the closet, throwing it at him.

"Naughty Alpha," I scold, not able to help the smile that comes to my lips.

"Come over here and I'll show you just how naughty I can be."

An hour and a half later Daemon's fucked me twice and now I'm thoroughly late to school.

I walk into school a mess, my hair still in its bed head form and I'm wearing a long sleeve turtle neck to hide the old and fresh marks Daemon left all over me.

My legs are also still shaking from how hard we did it.

Let's just say a newly established mate-bond makes a couple... insatiable.

At least in our case.

It doesn't matter if it's the morning or middle of the night.

I'm always ready for him and he's always eager to take me.

Means I've had to get used to how freaking big he is.

Thankfully, he can get inside me more easily now but it's still pretty hard if I'm not in heat.

Curse his giant-ness.

But it feels so good I don't mind it even if I can't walk properly afterwards.

It's also made Daemon deathly possessive of me, if he wasn't already.

Letting me go off to school without him is already a big challenge for him.

Even Lucien can't really go near me right now or Daemon will go all protective alpha mode on him.

Along with the possessiveness comes the need for contact.

When we're together, we can't keep our hands off each other. It's like a constant pull between us.

I feel like I'll go crazy if I'm away from him for more than a few hours.

He's the same. Being wanted so much feels amazing.

I trudge across the cafeteria to wear our group sits, Lylah taking one look at me, a smirk coming to her face.

"Announcing it to the world you got railed this morning?"

I go bright red, clenching my fists.

"Lylah."

Everyone at the table is looking at me now.

How embarrassing.

Jay awkwardly looks down.

"You're two hours late babes. And what the hell are you wearing? It's freaking summer," she laughs and I just plop down beside her with a huff.

"He's a beast," is all I say, causing Wren and Lylah to squeal and giggle.

It's a few days later and it's the day of the long awaited play for our theater class.

Now that Theo's been locked up in the pack asylum, I can finally go back to focusing on normal life things.

The school year is almost over and I want to make the most of it.

I'm probably gonna have to take a few summer classes to actually graduate, but everything is looking up.

I'm even interviewing to work at a coffee shop soon.

I told Daemon that it's because I want job experience but the truth is that I feel overwhelmingly guilty that he pays for everything.

The house, our food, basically all my stuff, as well.

Not like I have any parents to give me an allowance.

I mean, Lucien would but that would also make me feel guilty.

So I decided that getting a part time job is a good option.

I know Daemon has more than enough to support us, I just can't help but feel that responsibility to pitch in.

"You excited for the play?" Jay jerks me out of my thoughts.

"Oh, yeah...but I feel like we didn't really get given major roles. I mean, not that I'd want one, anyway," I sigh.

If only I had more confidence.

"Hey, backstage workers are just as important as actors," he reassures me. "And what would they do without me?"

"You're a tree," I laugh, shaking my head.

"They wouldn't be breathing, how about that? No more carbon monoxide for them."

"There are so many things about what you just said that make no sense," I roll my eyes.

Before Jay can say anything else, a brute force suddenly knocks into me and I nearly fall over, if Jay weren't there to grab my shoulders and steady me.

We both look toward the perpetrator.

"Watch it, runt," Trent spits, causing Jay to growl.

"Fuck off," Jay glares at him but Trent only ignores him, sauntering off like the stupid troll he is.

"He's so annoying," I huff, crossing my arms. "I should threaten him with Daemon. Then he'd think twice about messing with us."

Jay looks unhappy, scratching his neck as he avoids eye contact with me.

"I... can still protect you from him, you know. I mean, I know I was never able to get him expelled like I said I would..."

"It's alright, really. The proof that he was the one that dropped that sandbag is probably long gone, anyways."

Jay doesn't really say anything more on the topic after that and I suspect he feels bad for not being able to do more about Trent.

But there's nothing I can really do to make him feel better.

I'm backstage, my stomach full of nervous butterflies.

It's not like there's much to be scared of but big events always give me anxiety.

The play has already started but we're not even half way through.

"Ash. Ash," I hear Ms. Harlow calling me from the changing room.

I turn as she approaches, my palms sweaty.

What's happening?

"Ash, our actor for the peasant boy is sick and the understudy just hurt his leg. You studied the lines, right? I need you to do it."

My eyes go wide, my stomach plummeting.

"M-Ms. Harlow... I don't think..."

"Nonsense, sweetie. You can do it," she aggressively smiles at me, wrapping a brown shawl around me for the costume.

I shake my head, looking around for help but what I see is Trent in the corner, smirking with his arms crossed.

I immediately know how the other understudy 'hurt his leg.'

Trent was behind it.

All because he knows I've never had it in me to perform and he wants to humiliate me.

But I have no time to confront him because Ms. Harlow is ushering me past the curtains and before I can stop her she's pushing me out onto the stage.

I stumble out, blinking in the harsh overhead lights.

I freeze in place, taking in the giant audience watching me.

Expecting me to play my part.

But it's like my mouth is filled with cotton.

I can't breathe.

I try to speak but my throat closes up.

"So fucking pathetic," I hear my stepfather's voice in my head, "You think you even begin to compare with your classmates? You're never going to be anything more than a worthless runt who was locked in a cellar half his life."

I shake my head, trying to push him out of it but I can't and it's like there's a roaring in my ears...his horrible voice, all the things he did to destroy my sense of self-worth and confidence and the way I was tortured at his hands.

I don't know how long I've been standing up here, over a hundred people watching me as I make a fool of myself.

But I can't do it anymore.

I shake my head, blinking back tears.

"I-I'm sorry," I rasp out, probably too quiet for anyone to even hear me.

And then I'm fleeing the stage, pushing past my teacher and all the other students trying to ask me what's wrong.

I couldn't tell them.

None of them would understand.

Only Daemon but he's working tonight.

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REVIEWS OF THE WEEK!

Books I’ve read so far in 2023!

Friend me on Goodreads here to follow my more up to date reading journey for the year!

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100. Creep From the Deep by R.L. Stine--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

While CREEP FROM THE DEEP was such an incredibly silly read, it was so much fun and possibly my favourite Goosebumps read so far!

It probably helped that I listened to the audiobook and the production level was incredible. I highly, highly recommend listening to this one. There are sound effects and the voice acting was great!

This book also has a short story at the end that was also fun and one of those spooky reads that I just know nine year-old me would be reading with the blankets up to my eyes.

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101. One False Note by Gordon Korman--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Okay, I'm invested in this series now. I must know how they end up winning because seriously, they have to, right? It would be criminal for these kids to go through hell only to end up not winning....right?

I find it fascinating that each of these books are written by different authors. I'm curious to see how this will affect it!

This was a fun addition to the series--I sort of liked it more than the first one, but I think because I liked the setting and the mystery more than the first book.

Will keep reading!

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102. Iron Widow by Xiran Jay Zhao--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

I have been running away from this book for a while because the hype that followed it was both terrifying and intimidating. But after finishing FOURTH WING, I was in desperate need of a great fantasy read featuring a bad ass main character and some adventure. So, after having DNFed three or four books, this one finally gripped me.

While there were a couple of things I wasn't the biggest fan of, I loved the dynamics between the characters and how they all worked together. I'll admit it took me a sec to fall into the romance, but it came together so great that honestly, I wouldn't want it any other way.

The MC was a bad ass who took zero shit from anyone. I loved their determination and their ability to overcome the gender roles that society is trying so hard to place on all of the women. One of my favourite things about this book was the gender discourse and how applicable it is to our non-fictional world. I loved that the MC themself is constantly questioning the roles and is actively trying to overcome them.

I will say, however, that while I appreciated the MC's strong will, I found it frustrating at times. I understand needing to be strong and not show empathy in such a cruel system, but I wonder if somethings its a fine line that is being walked on when you're in such a dangerous environment. I AM glad, though, that the MC grows and we finally start seeing those connections form. But I see that this personality trait might carry into book two and I don't know how I'll deal with it until it comes out. Characters like that sometimes turn me extremely off of stories (I've seen it in some of the popular Fantasy novels that I've DNFed), so I'm crossing my fingers that the next book isn't as side-eye worthy (for me) as the last bit of the book showcased the MC to be.

Finally, my last comment will be about the fight scenes and the robotic animals they control with their chi. These scenes were both cool and kind of confusing, aha. My friend mentioned that she would have loved to have a more visual representation of the machines and I agree--I think that was the main thing that kind of stopped the whole image from forming in my head. And the fight sequences--I don't know if I fully understood how they were able to control the machines, but I enjoyed the ride!

The epilogue 100% makes me want to read the sequel, so I will be looking forward to that!

I'd recommend this for anyone who is looking for a high-action, high-attitude, and zero fucks given fantasy with a memorable MC, poly romance, and disability rep! Sometimes it's okay to let the hype train run you over.

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103. The Rise of Nine by Pittacus Lore--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

I have continued my reading of this series and I have officially read a book I hadn't read yet in the series! I enjoyed this so much--it was full of adventure and non-stop action. I think one of the reasons that so many people loved this series when it was first coming out was because of how unputdownable it was. There were always high stakes and something else was always coming.

I can't wait to start the next book! I'm sure it'll be more adventure and I have this weird feeling that something dark is going to happen in the next one...

Also, yes, I am listening to this series via the library because I don't want to give this author money ✌🏽I remember the very justified book drama...

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104. Welcome to Dead House by R.L. Stine--⭐️⭐️

Honestly, this was meh. The characters are kind of forgettable and the parents weren't the nicest. Also, there were some scenes where the sister would act kind of eh and so would the brother, so I don't know how they survived.

I know this book is for kids and honestly, I can totally see myself loving this as a kid. But adult me only found this kind of annoying and a time-suck.

Keep in mind, however, that not all Goosebump books are made the same. Some are genuinely a lot of fun! But this one wasn't it for me.

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105. Swimming in the Dark by Tomasz Jedrowski--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

I knew SWIMMING IN THE DARK was going to break my heart and I knew it was going to haunt me long after it was done.

I had the pleasure of spending an afternoon listening to this and as the hardest parts of the novel started up, I lay in my bed, hoping for the best for our MC. Instead, I was hit with this line from one of the characters:

"You can't make people love you the way you want them to" (Jedrowski 178).

Ugh. SOB.

Minus the questionable age gap, this gave me similar vibes to CALL ME BY YOUR NAME and that just made the story even more beautiful to me. It explored the intricate and sometimes painful journey of first love and just how messy it can be. And how when it potentially ends, it leaves us with the crushing loss of love and a yearning for hope that there will be more in the future.

Set in a Communist society, the MC and his lover live in a world that is made difficult not just by its bigotry, but by the growing political despair. The increasing lack of food and uprisings to fight against other important needs not being met by the general public helps fuel this love story of two men who are on either side of the political struggle in their country. While one seeks refuge in the Communist agenda, the other is fighting more than just an outside battle, but the internal struggle of being who he is and watching the man he loves slip further and further away from him.

SWIMMING IN THE DARK is honest and heart wrenching and so full of hope that you really, really wish for only the best for the MC. His confusion and fear is palpable and the writing does such a beautiful job of portraying these emotions.

He worries about his grandmother's health, reflects back on the difficulties and losses he has faced in his young life, and is constantly trying to find a path for his life. We see his internal struggle with doing what he considers is right, while desperately trying to not do what is wrong. We also meet the cast of characters he meets along the way and who will undoubtedly change his life in more ways than one.

By the end of this book, I wanted to listen to Mystery of Love by Sufjan Stevens. It's that kind of mood.

Ugh, truly. This was such a beautiful and stunning book.

Read it. Read it, please.

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106. Big Tree by Brian Selznick--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

If you listen to one audiobook this year, let it be the one for BIG TREE. The production level, plus Meryl Streep as the narrator? It was pure MAGIC. There were sound effects, music, fantastic voice acting--and all of this to go along with a heartbreaking but somehow hopeful little story about two seed siblings trying to find a new home in an ever changing and tumultuous world.

I think this is one of those books everyone should read. It teaches the reader about the power of grief and the infinite potential we all have when we are still little and our dreams are huge. It also gives life to the struggle of a little tree trying to grow in the perfect place, despite the surrounding dangers.

I wanted to cry while listening to this, but also laugh and feel all different kinds of emotions.

Absolutely stunning.

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107. Took by Mary Downing Hahn--⭐️⭐️⭐️

I have mixed feelings about this one.

On one hand, I liked the plot of this old and evil magical lady grabbing kids because it is nightmare fuel. Literally while I was listening to this book during a creepy scene, an Indigo delivery came and the guy pounded on the front door and scared the crap out of me. So, spooky vibes? Definitely down.

But this wasn't a ghost story--not really. So, don't go in expecting some sort of haunting or demonic creature trying to lure the new home owners down into the basement.

This was also, to be honest, a fascinating exploration of a disintegrating family after a recession, especially a once wealthy family. Seeing the parents fall into pits of despair and, frankly, abusive language and treatment, I'm surprised no one called Child Services. From the bullying the kids get at school, to the disinterest they experience at home, I'm not at all surprised that it was so easy for their youngest to be "took".

What got me, however, was the events of AFTER the main event of the book. How awful the parents--especially the father--was to the son. I get that they're in a state of grief, but what a crappy set of parents. I wish I could reach through the pages and smack some sense into them. I'm no parent, but if I ever become one and am put in a similar and unfortunate situation, I hope I don't blame my child so unabashedly for the loss of the other one. This is why therapists are in such high demand.

I liked the story for the most part, especially, like I said, the spook factor and the way it all leads to pivotal moments, but why is it so normalized to see such crappy parenting in middle grade horror? Is this the only way we can get younger readers to empathize with the MCs?

I'd recommend this for the spooks, but keep the chancla ready for those parents.

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Have you read any of these books? Let me know your thoughts!

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Happy reading!

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‘ i know you think you’re all alone out there, but you’re not. ’ // kou @ ty

Strange, wasn't it? Remembering those words, Kou spoke whilst he lay here bleeding out a bit. Dizzy and drained, magic of a high order but not being able to provide it just yet. The training was going well, don't get him wrong, but in the times of need? This was distressing. Considering the state he was in right now too, yeah, it was a shitty situation. Wheezing a pained breath, lungs and ribs aching like no man's business, he found himself focusing on the ceiling with hard blinks. Dismissing debris from his lashes to be unhindered, the iron ooze from his nostril was a pain in the ass to feel, tickled as it dried on the upper lip and off his jaw. Fingers felt burnt, not hot though strangely enough - but roasted well. He hoped he didn't fuck up his nerve-endings that badly, actually… Ugh.

He wiggled his toes, shoes were still on, pants too, shirt felt a little free, so possibly torn up a bit? Probably burnt like parts of his hand? Maybe. Attention though moved to the side of his gaze, paws of a creature - ah, one of the familiars? Wincing, he moved his head with a lifeless roll to stare at the rabbit - soft thing that was minding its own business, which was a good sign - thus Tyler focused back on the ceiling. Furrowing his brows at the throbbing in his head - though, he used the pulse as a clock to count to ten before he pushed himself to get up. Wincing all the while from the building of pressure to finally be upright - a mess - and a fresh nose bleed oozing down his face.

"Fuckin' ow, mate." A comment to himself but one he felt necessary as he moved his wrist to his chin to smear crimson aside and sigh out with a mutter. Feeling like he's aged nearly fifty years, he struggled and stumbled to his feet again. Holding onto the nearest counter top to finally heave a deep breath. Stepping out of the area of destruction, he took a moment to still and hold his head as it continued to spin a bit more… but eventually to got to the wall mirror to stand before and take himself in. Oof, he was a mess. Yep - burnt clothing, scolded skin, hands, forearms - biceps seem fine. From what he could remember, holding up his arms as a shield against a Salamanders fire wasn't the best choice in training, but at least it wasn't as bad as third degree. "Smarts like hell, though." Did he have any burn ointments left?

"Ah, no - I used the last up last week, fuck." Sucking in a breath, he took a second to think a bit more, headache easing aside, and turned to look at the training area. Seems like the Store took care of the damage, nothing looked horrible but he would need to replace a plank a bit here and there. He moved to pat the nearest beam with a muttered thanks before moving on to flop down onto a chair, gingerly, as his skin was still very much taut and painful. Seemed like his head wasn't in the right space to make him feel it all just yet, though. Did give him a moment to think, though --- why did he think back to Kou's words? They were strong, that's for sure, but the guy was being amazing at his own passions. Maybe it was a longing? Since it was now a little easier to hang out with his old school pal? The phone on the table did ping though - the moment he looked up he spied Kou's face on there, telling him it was a message.

Maybe it was this? The ringtone he had for Kou's notifications. Possibly?

Reaching out with a mild-wince, he unlocked the device after several swipes to snort at the man's words before returning with his own.

Txt :: Cutesuke ♥ Missing me already? :D Would love to hang out my man, but I fucked up. Think it's first degree burns? Or is it second? Hurts to text right now, call me if you want mate. Think I need A&E.