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lizhly-writes · 3 years

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i do not have anything very new for you this week. i do, however, have this revised version of the first chapter of the ‘villainess’ side of my heroine-villainess isekai bodyswap story, which is, essentially, a full rewrite. i have made some changes that have brought our pov character a little more in line with my mental image of her. to quote someone that i had look at this: ‘Before mina seemed more refined like she kills u by poisoning u thru ur tea and then "ohoho"ing as u slowly lose consciousness and die, and now mina seems like she kills u by straight up ripping ur spine out lol’

i always did wonder why i never saw the ‘original’ villainess in otome isekai stories do some major physical damage for funsies, y’know?

warning: this thing is 2k+ words long.

Why’s it so fucking loud. Who’s screaming bloody murder in here? Shut up, I got the worst headache and whatever slick steaming pile of shit you think you are, you ain’t making it better. If you won’t keep that hole in your face quiet, what if I just heal it closed? You won’t get a choice then, how about that?

I’m laid out flat on the floor, too. It’s wet, there’s something soaking in my shirt and my hair. It better not be vomit. Three fucking faces of Knight, how much did I drink last night.

I crack an eye open. “Th’ fuck’s goin’ on.”

There are people with the dumbest fucking faces staring down at me. “You’re awake!” one of them exclaims, like everyone else has useless holes for eyes. Course I’m awake, that something you really feel you gotta tell the world?

“Shit, really? Wow! Never woulda guessed,” I say as I drag myself to my feet. Urgh, feels like I drank my way through the entire bar. Did I get run over by a carriage or something too? I’m real fucked up — balance off, arms and legs ain’t landing right, everything aches, and I got clothes on that look like I stole them from a crackpot fashion student.

Though, hey, looks like everyone here is dressed like that. Maybe it’s the crackpot fashion student side of campus. I’m in some really shiny cafe, by the looks of it. The aesthetic here is… really something. Didn’t know we had this kind of place at the university.

Let’s put that aside for now. I crack my neck and ignore everyone talking at me as I give the entire place a once-over. No sign of Emily or Asher, which doesn’t sound right. If I’m this messed up, normally Asher’d be right there with me. Emily, at least, would’ve tracked me down and tried to kick me in the head or something. Not that I’d need a kick in the head, it hurts bad enough as it is. Maybe enough that I can say that I’ve knocked something loose. Hearing’s definitely off, it’s doing funny things to my voice. Not liking that very much at all.

“How much is a drink ‘round here?” I say, because while alcohol got me into this, I’ve heard great things on how alcohol can get me out of this.

“I don’t think you need a drink,” says an absolute fucking killjoy from somewhere behind me.

“‘Scuse me?” I say as I do an about-face. The killjoy in question looks boring enough that I’d forget him instantly if it weren’t for the eyes. Real pretty shade of blue, nice enough that probably some asshole’s tried yanking them from his skull. It’s a wonder he still has them! Maybe he’s a good enough fight that people don’t bother, huh?

He doesn’t react when I step in for a closer look — yeah, there we go, left eye, the scars are barely there, but it looks like someone’s been using their nails to make an attempt. Honestly, you’d think he’d flinch a little with me getting that close to his face, it’s not like his glasses’ll be any good at protecting him. But no, he just stands there and says, “I think you need first aid. You might have a concussion. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but you’re bleeding. A lot.”

…Hmm.

“Am I?” I say. I reach for the bits of me that I’d hoped hadn’t been sitting in vomit and… yeah. My fingers come away red.

Trace a little further up to the back of my head, and there’s the head wound. Not as deep as I’d think, but it’s there, along with a very long braid I don’t remember getting.

Maybe I am concussed. Should’ve noticed both of those things a lot sooner.

“Yeahhhhh, okay,” I say. “Lil later, then.” After I fix myself up, maybe.

“I think you’re actually supposed to avoid drinking after a concussion altogether,” says Absolute Fucking Killjoy.

“Fuck you,” I say. Of all things, that’s what gets him to flinch. Interesting priorities he’s got there.

About the drink, though. He ain’t wrong. I know how head wounds work. But those rules on what to do with them? That’s for other people.

“You need a doctor—”

Please. Last time I needed a doctor was years ago.

This kind of thing, it’s easy enough to take care of. So easy that it should be already healed up, but whatever. Just a little concentration, and —

And.

...What's this?

“That’s new,” I say, squinting at the crackling light running over the palm of my hand. Real fancy, real nice to look at. Doesn’t feel like much, but I bet I could make something like this hurt if I wanted to. Nice little add-on, this. I like what I got — I’m the best with what I got — but power is power. Nothing wrong with having a little extra in your punches.

Except this ain't anything I can do. This ain't anything I should be able to do. That’s pretty fucking strange, isn’t it?

“What are you doing,” says Killjoy, voice sharp.

The face he’s making is probably hilarious. It’s less interesting than the way light curls over my fingers, trailing over my wrist as I twist my hand this way and that. If I let it, maybe it’d spread further up my arm. How much higher could it go, really?

I don’t get to find out, because Killjoy snatches my hand, snapping his own fingers over it until only light you can see has to fight its way out from where skin meets skin. And then it’s not even that, dying away until it goes dark completely.

Oh this bitch.

“Well, ain’t you forward, huh?” I say, baring my teeth. “What d’you think you’re doin’?”

“You’ve got a concussion,” Killjoy reminds me, like he thinks I forgot. I ain’t forgetting nothing, got it? It’s easy to take care of — just a little thought, and maybe it’s taking a little more effort, but the skin knits up just fine.

I sweep a hand lightly over the back of my head, just to make sure everything’s in order. The swelling’s gone down, the bruising’s gone, eyesight seems pretty clear. Headache and bodyache’s still there, which is annoying. There’s been some improvement, but that’s not what I’m looking for. It should be gone. Is it not physical damage, then? What, is it psychosomatic or something? That’s a shit explanation.

It’s only after my self-checkup that I realize that Killjoy is still talking. “— can take you to the clinic,” he’s saying, sounding very earnest. He’s still holding my hand.

I shake him off impatiently. “That’s unnecessary,” I say, and push open the shiny glass doors so I can find Asher or Emily or someone and go on with my life.

I don’t get more than a few steps outside before I realize I’m running headfirst into a problem. Namely, that the outside that greets me is not the university. Not even close. Not unless the mayor sent the entire city crashing down and decided to rebuild from the ground up. Not unless everyone collectively decided to take overly-caffeinated fashion students’ advice when it came to everyday wear. Not unless somebody made far too many innovations in automobile development and decided to implement them on every vehicle I can see here. Not unless all of that happened while I was passed out.

No. I should have noticed that before, too. I don’t pass out. Alcohol fucks me up, sure. But I’ve never drunk so much that I got knocked unconscious. I’ve never been able to drink enough to knock me unconscious.

…I remember now. I didn’t go out drinking last night. No, what happened was that some asshole attacked me— or, you know, tried to attack me for maybe a solid minute before I started beating the shit out of him for daring to ambush me. I was doing quite a good job, if I do say so myself. I know I broke some bones, broke his face, had my hands around his neck, and it would have only taken me a second or so more -- just one good squeeze! -- to pulp his windpipe, and he would be dead.

But I didn’t get to that part. The last thing I remember was putting just enough pressure on his throat to make him choke, and then… nothing. That’s it. That’s all I have before I woke up in the cafe.

I’m missing something. I know I am. It’s pissing me off.

That fuckwad. What did he do? Clearly I made a mistake letting him breathe for more than a minute or so, I should’ve just killed him on sight. If I find him again — no, when I find him again — I’m going to squeeze the answers out of him and grind his skull into paste, I’m gonna make him wish he was never born, I’m gonna make sure he’s in so many fucking pieces no one can tell his —

“Hey,” says Killjoy, because I suppose he followed me out or something. “We really need to get you to a doctor. I know it doesn’t seem like a big deal, but even if it’s not a concussion, it’s safer to get it looked at, you know? You said you were on university insurance, right? So it’s not like it’s even going to cost —”

And then he shuts up, because I have him by the collar of his shirt and he’s suddenly bent over enough that he’s barely an inch away from my face.

“Please. Would you kindly keep your mouth closed,” I say. “If not, I’m afraid I’ll have to make you choke on your own teeth. Do I make myself clear.”

Killjoy doesn’t close his mouth. It’s hanging open gently, his pretty blue eyes wide and shocked. But I suppose he understands the spirit of what I’m asking for, because he doesn’t say anything, even when I let him go and kindly push him back upright.

Well, no, actually, there is one thing. There’s a name he whispers: Allison. But it’s so quiet that I can generously pretend I can’t hear it and let him keep his mouth in one piece. I leave him standing there, and set off.

Where? It doesn’t matter. I walk through black-paved streets and stone-slab sidewalks, speed past too-tall buildings and too-bright colors and hoping for — I don’t know. One familiar building. Something, anything, that I can recognize.

But… nothing. It’s like I’m an entirely different country. An entirely different world.

How long was I out? Am I missing memories? What did that sad excuse for an ambusher do?

As if this day couldn’t get any better, Killjoy finds me at the entrance of a tiny, cramped alleyway, shadowed by buildings rising tall around.

“You just never fuckin’ give up, do you?” I say, sharp smile sliding easily across my face. I don’t know where I am, but I know I’m a fair distance away from where I started. He can’t have just coincidentally run into me. He had to have either followed me or known where I’d end up. It doesn’t matter which. Either option means that he’s still thinking of me.

He starts when I turn around and face him — he probably didn’t expect me to figure out he was there that quickly, huh? Well, I have to give him credit, he really is quiet. And he stays quiet, too, even as he scrambles backwards when I start stalking towards him.

“You gonna tell me I need a doctor again, huh?”

Go on. Say it. I gave you a warning, I told you what I’d do to you, it’s not my fault you can’t listen. I’m looking forward to it, actually! Thank you for showing up just when I needed stress relief!

“… not Allison,” Killjoy says, so softly I barely hear it.

“Pardon?”

“You’re not Allison,” he hisses, and oh, is that a sight — his eyes are aglow, the light behind them illuminating their blue so that it shines against the darkness. How pretty. How valuable. Even more so than when I thought the only thing that stood out about them was the color. Really, how good of a fight must he be that he still has them?

I’m gonna find out.

#original fiction #my writing #isekai #otome isekai #writeblr #everything #violence #implied violence

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chemicallydamaged · 4 years

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Recovery: The Stigma Of Struggle 2/2 (TW)

Please do not read further If you are easily disturbed or affected by mentions of self harm, weight gain, or suicidal behaviors. I wrote this to help someone feel less alone and share my experience- not to potentially trigger someone. Please be safe.

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I told my parents about my several-year long addiction to self harm, despite starting at the age of seven. I've never once been to a therapist, counselor, psychologist, or a psychiatrist. I mainly have scars on my thighs, but I also have them on my waist, face, feet, hands, hips, and so on. I have used needles, glass, push pins, scissors, exacto-blades, knives, razors, and whatever else I could get my hands on. It became an addiction before I even knew what and addiction was.

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(This is an unprofessional, messy rough draft that I wanted to post so you know i'm not dead. I may edit this sometime in the future and delete this lil message thingy.)

Suddenly, you become a liar- that's how these things go on for so long, that's how this cycle eats you alive; “I hate getting wet”, “I just get cold easily”, “The cat scratched me”, and so on. You do anything to protect this secret, this horrible fucking brain eating, exhausting secret- while also hoping someone would ask how you are, maybe ask what's going on, and yet you still lie to them. Help doesn't feel for you- help doesn't always feel like an option.

I always felt like everytime I cut, it was like shutting my thoughts up for a few seconds. I had so much swarming in my head, so many negative, screaming thoughts eating away at my brain, that I would do anything to relieve the tension. Everything irritated me. So when I got home, and all these memories of screaming parents and asshole students and shitty teachers screamed in my thoughts, I couldn't take it. For me, I convinced myself of two options; self harm, or ending my life.

June, maybe July of 2020. I haven't gone outside for a very long time, using covid fear as an excuse. I would be in such deep wallows of depression I could barely move; at that point I had gained so much weight I was scared of taking showers. I was scared of going outside. I was scared of eating. I used a group chat in one of my friend’s servers to get me through it, at least so I could socialize in one way or another. I wanted to get better, yet I was too exhausted to take the steps of recovery. I had tried to quit a few times at that point, only to fall back in. I would be taking a plane ride to see family (safely) and I was so fucking scared. It would be incredibly hot over there, I couldn't wear shorts, I was depressed, I had low-self esteem, and now I had to socialize with family I hadn't seen in several years. I was convinced they would be disappointed in me, I really didn't want them to be ashamed.

When I finally got there, everything had changed. They looked so different- my little cousin, who I remembered as a toddler, was now a kid. My aunts were more stressed out than I had ever noticed before. Some pets had passed away, and the area of town had become pretty run-down. I had always wanted a little sister, and felt like I missed out on a lot of those years- so I tried to spend as much time with her as I could. She was so happy and so energetic, I was so surprised to see that she was excited to meet me. She didn't care about how I looked or how awkward I was, she just wanted to do art and make mudpies and jump on a trampoline, like a kid. I missed out on water balloons, refusing to wear shorts, which upset everyone because I wouldn't be able to play. I took that time to lock myself in a bedroom and cry. When I thought of her ever doing what I was doing to myself, I broke down completely. I would have been self harming for a year by her age. I missed out on so much. To think that she could ever go through that terrifies me and shakes me to my core. She is like a little sister i've never had. I thought of my brother and how he would be upset, so see his actual little sister go through this the whole time. This is still hard to think about. This was my first kick in the ass to recovery. I was going to commit.

I came home in a lot of pain. I couldn't stop thinking about it. I kept impulsively grabbing objects, picking at my skin, biting my nails, and going fucking crazy. I was so close, so many times. I can barely express the amount of stress I was in, not being able to use what I believed to be my only coping mechanism ever since I can remember, knowing for sure I absolutely could not and would not do it. I had to fight with my brain 24/7 just to stay afloat, to have self-control.

Fast forward 4-ish months and I was finally about to tell my mom, but at the wrong time. The closest self harming behavior I had was skin scratching, but that was better than cutting. We had gone to the store to pick out some clothes and I was really excited about it; however, the closer we go to the changing room the harder my heart throbbed out of my chest. If she went in with me, she would see all the scars. We had gotten to the changing room, and she went in with me. I froze up, in cold sweat, and couldn't do or say anything. Just as she said “Oh woops do you not want me in th-” I broke down. In a grocery store changing room. For everyone to hear. She sat me down and comforted me, like a cool mom. I was surprised, I thought she would be embarrassed. I told her about everything. She supported me. I couldn't stop shaking, unsure of weather to be sad or happy. I finally said something. I was relieved. I finally did it.

My dad was less accepting after my mom told him first. Because he doesn't believe in “organized help” and instead believes you have to “get through anything on your own, because that's what I DO” It was probably a bit of a struggle for my mom to talk to him. He avoided me for a few days, until he was ready. When I had finally told him, it turned out to be ok. He wasn't happy with me but he wasn't pissed either so that's a positive. My brother had a similar reaction. A lot of friends didn't care. But some still did, and I'd rather have a few real friends than a lot of fake ones. Sounds like a bunch of hippie dippie Karen bullshit but I genuinely feel way more positive about this then when I first told my parents. I hope to get mental health help soon, although there are so many people trying to get it that its difficult to find a good therapist thats available (Thx c0v1d, u sur3 r g8 0n m3ntal h3alth <3). For now, i'm just doing the best I can- im still going to struggle, but that's part of life. Im happy with that.

This is only my side of the story.

Yours doesn't always have to be the recovery, but it can be the ask for help.

(2/2)

Hope your doing well, wherever you are.

#self harrrm #self harm recovery #stories #part 2 #tw suicice #tw #tw self destruction #get help #its ok #i swear #love yourself #please #or else #ill eat your face #stop reading these tags #stop

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snarkwriteswrasslin · 4 years

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sprung spring | take you home; adam page [m]

Prompt Used:

“I’ll feel much better if you let me walk you home.” + comfort sex + drunk sloppy sex + “Oh my god you’re so much better than the last person I was with.” + A breathy demand: “Kiss me” - and what the other person does to respond. + needy/clingy sex

Notes:

Okay, so… I have literally… Never… used my given name in a work of fiction before and… ya girl found out it’s hard to write dirty things when the OC has your name. Pure self indulgent smut because fuckkit yolo, I needed this. Some of the dialogue prompted above was changed to reflect the situation these two were placed in, fyi. This is mature content, so nobody under 18+ up in these parts. Also, I owe a serious hug to @heelsamizayn & @wrestlingismyguiltypleasure because no matter how many times I whined and bitched and got all squirmy whilst writing this, they really kept me going and I love them for that.

Warnings:

alcohol tw ( it’s the OC this time), clingy unprotected sex, sawwwft!Adam, lots of teasing (and hopefully tension, I was really trying to play at heightening that here) and yeahhh.. It’s tame. I promise ya’ll… I’m going to write actual harder / filthier prompts, I just… had a mighty need. Anyway, that’s all the warnings.

Pairing:

Adam Hangman Page x OFC, Ashley

Ashley narrowed her eyes at the bottle before glancing up at Shane and shaking her head. “I-I’m good.”

“Aw, c’mon hon. It’s just a little drink.” Shane was stepping closer, right in her space all over again. He’d been plying her with drinks and trying to get her to dance or talk to him -or the most annoying request he’d made so far, “Smile, darlin. Ya look prettier when ya do.” and it was starting to rub him the wrong way, the way she kept resisting. She could almost feel it radiating off of him.

Ashley was at that state of drunk where it was more annoying than endearing and now that it seemed to be irritating him that she wouldn’t just give in, it only gave her all the more reason to resist. It wasn’t as if it wasn’t almost cringe inducingly clear what the asshole thought he was doing and she just wasn’t having it.

At all.

Not even slightly.

Rather than even partially entertain his offer for another drink or to go dance with him, Ashley sighed and rolled her eyes in sheer boredom, taking the drink and taking a sip as she scrolled through her contacts list.

As usual, she hovered over Adam’s number in her phone and that loneliness crept in all over again. More pronounced. More tinged with regret.

She found herself missing him so much that before she even realized it, she’d pulled up the text bubble from their last text conversation and she found herself grimacing at the date.

Had they really not spoken at all in nearly 3 weeks?

And then Ashley found herself going back over the last time they had spoken face to face. Before she realized the true depths of her feelings and Adam drunkenly tried to kiss her and in a blind panic, she’d backed away.

Not because she hadn’t wanted him to kiss her, but because she’d been afraid of what might happen if he did kiss her.

And now, Ashley thought bitterly, hugging herself a little as the thought came, I’m lucky to get a Hi, how are you over text out of him..

With a sigh, she finished scanning their last brief text conversation and then, when Shane cleared his throat impatiently, she remembered that apparently, this guy expected her to pay all her attention to him and she put her phone down. Biting her lip, she settled warm brown eyes on the other man.

“I asked ya if you wanted to dance, darlin. They’re kinda playin our song.” Shane chuckled, holding out his hand. When she started to shake her head no, he gave her a sort of put off glare and muttered something to himself about tonight being a complete waste. All his buddies told him not to walk over and try talking to her; they all told him she was bound tighter than molasses from the knees down and every single night she’d come in this week so far, she’d managed to shoot down anyone who thought they might possibly stand a chance of takin her home. I clearly should’ve listened, Shane found himself thinking, because now I’m out fifty bucks and she looks more annoyed with me each second that passes and that real gorgeous chick I know I coulda won over left an hour ago with Greg.

“W-we don’t have a s-song?” Ashley’s brow quirked and she shook her head, holding up her glass. “I-i’m good, actually.” Ashley muttered as she took a long sip.

Moron, do you seriously think I want to dance to this song… with you? Because no. Ashley thought to herself as she glanced around the crowded bar, face falling when she remembered that Adam wasn’t in town right now, he was on the road. When Ashley realized what Shane had just muttered about the night being a total waste, she mildly shrugged. “I-i don’t r-recall askin y-you t-to come up n’ t-try pourin the booze to me, either. Play s-stupid games, w-win stupid p-prizes.”

As Shane grumbled “Fine, suit yourself, darlin. Don’t come lookin for me when it’s late and you can’t find a ride home.” and made his way onto his next target, Ashley let out a long and deep breath, blowing at dark bangs as they flopped right into her eyes, laughing off Shane’s words.

She went back to her phone, scrolling through her contacts.

“Maybe Shayna’s up.” Ashley mused to herself as she pulled up what she thought was a text conversation she’d been having with her friend earlier in the day while they were both stuck in their office working through lunch.

What she didn’t realize -and wouldn’t just yet, was that she hadn’t texted Shayna at all.

She’d texted Adam… The subject of the earlier conversation.

→ First of all, pretty sure I just completely eviscerated this one guy’s poor ego. *eye roll*. Guess whose NOT having the sex right now bc she gets mouthy when she drinks?

→ This bitch, that’s whomst. In my defense, he was the one who kept pouring the drinks to me. I just took ‘em. You know me, guy stood about as much a chance as… Anyway, it doesn’t matter. I chased him off. Like usual when we’re out at this bar.

→ But seriously though.. Maybe it’s the alcohol and the fact that I’m lonely and I’m salty because I’m not getting cuddles rn like youuuuu but…

→ Okay, u were right earlier.

→ It’s late and I’m drunk, otherwise I’d never say that. Maybe a little lonely too. Enjoy your shallow victory and the sex you’re probably getting rn, lmao. ILY Shayna!

→ I know ur probably busy with Samuel - sexy times and all that but… You win. You’re right.

→ I love him and god… I miss him so much it’s making me an even bigger bitch lately, so.. Sorry for that I guess. I wish I’d just… Kissed him back. Climbed him like an actual tree, giant he is… Shoved him against the wall, tangled my fingers in that hair and tugged his mouth against mine. Maybe even rubbed myself against him a lil bit too, just to see if that yummy cologne he wears all the time rubs off. At least then I’d… Well, I sure as shit wouldn’t be sitting here, shooting down pushy douchebag assholes and drinking alone.

→ Anyway, have your moment. I love Adam Page. I always have and it scares the living hell out of me. You were right. Now there’s only one problem… How do I make the big idiot answer my calls?!?

→ don’t answer that rn. Tomorrow… When drunk Ashley isn’t out and doing dumb shit and can think clearly.

→ Okay, no… answer meeee… I just… I need to know what to do here? Pls. I beg of you. If you don’t answer me, I swear to God, I’m gonna wind up drunk dialing.. >.>

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The cell phone was going batshit crazy on the bathroom counter and Adam mostly ignored it in favor of soaking under a long hot shower. It had been a long drive; made longer by the fact that he was all beaten and banged up from the past few shows but trying to soldier through as usual. Parts of him admittedly ignored the phone because he thought it was most likely one of three people and none of them he wanted to talk to right now.

No, Adam thought to himself, the one I wanna talk to more than anything I can’t talk to now… He sighed as he thought about the way he got too drunk; out of control. He’d tried to kiss her that night and just the sheer look of panic in big brown eyes right before she bolted the hell away in a hurry had been more than enough to make him realize where he stood.

He couldn’t face her after that either, so he’d been keeping a low profile. Trying to distance from… his actions.

Just thinking about it had him both cringing and feeling that raw surge of pain he felt that night all over again, fresh as ever.

She hadn’t texted him or tried calling either, so that only further confirmed his suspicions. And now, Adam thought to himself as the phone buzzed one last time and he stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist after drying off his face, you lost your best friend. The one you could talk to about anything. You messed that up. Being a jerk that night and coming on way too strong.

He picked up his cell phone only halfway glancing at it at first. But when he actually read all the messages, he wound up dropping the phone on the bathroom tiles with a quiet thud. Then he stood there, trying to get his head around everything he’d just read, all the texts from Ashley to what she apparently thought was her best friend Shayna.

About him.

He took several deep breaths and then got himself at least partially together before even attempting to answer the barrage of texts.

← Where are you?

← Are you drunk right now?

At re-reading that her shooting down men when she went out with Shayna was apparently a common thing, Adam let out a few shakier breaths and bit his lip, raising a hand to his head and dragging thick digits through damp hair as he let it sink in.

Blue eyes scanned the next message after hitting send.

← Nevermind, screw it.

← I’ll be there in 10.

← And me and you? We’re gonna have ourselves a serious talk.

After throwing back on the jeans and tee shirt he’d had on before showering, he grabbed his keys and headed out. He knew the bar she always went to because they’d hung out there on more than one occasion.

“Bastard who was pourin the drinks to her better hope he’s long gone when I get there.” Adam muttered as protective urges reared their head and he found himself more than a little worried. Ashley wasn’t a drinker by any stretch of the imagination. And given the rambling in the texts she thought she’d sent to Shayna just now, it was.. A safe guess that she was at least two thirds of the way to being too drunk to function.

And it had him more than a little concerned because he knew how the guys at this particular bar got when they saw a pretty girl sitting there, drinking alone. His grip tightened on the wheel as he sped towards the bar in question.

When he was in the parking lot, he tried to call her cell phone but it went straight to voicemail. Without wasting any time, Adam killed the engine to his truck and got out, hurrying into the bar, blue eyes darting around all over as he tried to pick her out in the crowd.

Maybe she hadn’t left yet. God, he could only hope.

–

“I-i’m gonna stop you right there. Just because I-i’m a lil tipsy right now..” Ashley stared up at the man who’d taken the seat next to her at the bar after Shane vacated in a hurry earlier. “Don’t mean I want any part of y-you.”

“Aw, c’mon darlin. Pretty little thing like you shouldn’t be sittin here, drinkin all alone. C’mon.”

“I’d a-actually prefer it, if you w-want the honest G-god’s truth.” Ashley waved over the bartender, signalling for more bourbon in her glass. She fixed her eyes on the man and raised the glass to her lips. “Thanks f-for the drink though.”

Before the guy even got a chance to respond, a throat cleared loud; almost protectively, from behind the two. Ashley didn’t even have to turn around to know exactly who was standing behind her, but what she was having trouble grasping in her tipsy state, was what exactly Adam was doing here now.

“Just do yourself a favor and leave, buddy.” Adam stared down the man intently, arms folded over his chest, moving to step closer to Ashley’s stool, lightly pressing against her from behind.

“Adam? W-what the hell?” Ashley drawled, turning on her stool almost immediately, brown eyes locking on him with a questioning gaze. “I… y-you w-weren’t home.” she could feel herself starting to sober up just a little at his sudden appearance. She frowned a little, shook her head sadly.

Adam moved to step between her legs and he leaned in and down, brushing his lips against her own as he muttered quietly and firmly, “Kiss me.” catching her chin with his finger curled beneath it just when she went to look down. “My eyes and mouth are right here, darlin.” Adam coaxed, gazing at her mouth intently.

“K-kiss me, he s-says.” Ashley drawled, biting her lip, staring right back at his mouth just as intently as he stared at hers.

Her hand raised, resting across the back of his neck, fingers tangling in and tugging his hair free from the bun he’d thrown it into, threading through it once she had. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer and her other hand curled in the front of his tee shirt, tugging his mouth down to her level a little better. Once she’d done that, her lips trailed lazily over his mouth, tracing the shape of his lips, making him give a quiet groan and his eyes flutter open and closed. By the time her tongue was slipping past his teeth, his tongue was fighting against it for complete control of the kiss and he’d leaned into her so much that her back was right up against the edge of the bar. His teeth scraped at her lower lip as the kiss deepened, both of them panting for their next breath and dizzy from it.

His hands slid beneath her ass and he scooped her up, not bothering to break the kiss just yet or untangle her from his body. Her legs squeezed his waist harder and she rubbed against him more than a little. Once they were out in the parking lot again, Adam stopped, sitting her on the railing around an outdoor sitting area, pulling her into another deep and almost bruising kiss.

“I-I was just… about to l-leave. Walk.”

Adam chuckled and shook his head no, nodding to his truck. “I’d feel much better if you’d let me take you home, darlin.”

Ashley eyed him, hints of a pout on her lips. “Y-you s-stopped e-even t-talkin to m-me.” she sighed and shook her head sadly, muttering under her breath, “I-it is m-my fault.” and Adam tilted her chin to make her meet his gaze when she looked down, shaking his head. “It’s not, darlin. Not at all.”

“I-I fucking r-ran. S-seriously?” Ashley whined, her legs squeezing at his waist as she wrapped them around him all over again, staring at his chest for a few seconds, blowing out an exasperated breath, because the more she thought about her choice to run the night he finally kissed her, the more it did truly exasperate her. Of all the times to panic… It had to be then. The worst possible one.

Adam chuckled and leaned down, muttering softly against her mouth, “If it makes you feel any better, darlin.. You made up for it. And it drove me crazy, not talkin to ya.”

“G-good.” Ashley giggled and poked out her tongue as she looked at him. “B-because it m-made m-me really cranky. H-holy s-shit, so cranky.” she giggled again, making Adam laugh and scoop her up into his arms, making his way towards the truck. “I know.”

“H-how?” Ashley’s brow raised as she stared up at him, resting her head against his shoulder. “I-I literally o-only told Shayna…”

“You texted the wrong person, actually.” Adam teased as he unlocked his truck, sitting her into the passenger seat. Ashley’s mouth opened and closed and she palmed her face, groaning in sheer embarrassment while laughing softly.

Adam got into the truck, starting the engine and Ashley was raising the console, curling into his side as soon as she’d moved to the middle to sit, tucking her legs on the seat beside her. Adam chuckled, slipping his arm around her shoulders. “You’re awfully cuddly tonight, know that?”

“Mhm.” Ashley purred, her lips brushing against his neck, making him grip the wheel just a little tighter. By now, the embarrassment over what she’d done was melting away and her internal filter -the little she actually possessed to begin with, was at an all time low thanks to having drinks poured into her all night by random and far lesser appealing men. “Is that a b-bad thing?”

Adam bit back a groan and barely resisted bucking his hips as he felt her lips clumsily moving along the side of his neck as she nuzzled into him and chuckling quietly, he gave an answer. “Not at all, darlin. Except for the fact that you’re getting me all sorts of stirred up right now.” he muttered, the truck coasting to a stop beneath the red light a block away from his place. When he did, he turned to look at her, wasting no time in pulling her mouth up to his as his hand went from squeezing her thigh to slipping between them, rubbing her through her jeans as he swore quietly because he could feel how warm she was and it only made him think about how wet she might actually be.

“Maybe t-that’s what I’m trying to do.” came pouring out before she could stop herself from saying it. Not that she would have either way, but she was at least trying to show a little restraint, still partially shocked that he was there and that she’d somehow managed to confess everything to him under the guise of texting Shayna.

Maybe it was a good thing that happened, Ashley thought to herself as she slipped her hand down, trailing it along the inside of his thigh, then up… Sucking in a sharp breath when her hand settled palm down against the bulge already straining and growing, pushing against his jeans. Adam’s hips snapped and he locked eyes with her, biting his lip, the hand between her thighs starting to move a little harder and a lot faster. Ashley rocked her hips against his hand and sucked in a sharp breath as Adam leaned in, teeth tugging at her earlobe and catching as he muttered against it in a whisper, “If that’s so, darlin.. You’re in for it. Just wait.”

“What if I don’t w-wanna wait, hm?” Ashley muttered as her lips brushed against his neck again and Adam’s breath caught in his throat before making the remark aloud, “Got a lot to make up for, me and you.”

“Mhm.” Ashley could feel herself getting wetter and wetter with every single word he said. She knew he had to feel her thighs clenching tighter with each word he said because his hand was currently buried between them, palm down against her dripping and throbbing heat, rubbing through her jeans and by now she’d trapped his hand where it was. A shiver passed through her body as she continued to rock her hips against his hand, a quiet whimper of frustration coming when all that lead to was him, slowing down way too much for her liking at the moment. She pouted up at him and bit her lip as he leaned in, closer and closer, pulling her face towards his.

“Could take all night.” Adam was turning his head slightly, tugging her neck closer as he ghosted his lips along it, the pressure of his hand reaching an almost feverish frenzy as he growled against soft skin, “Maybe even tomorrow.”

“Oh?” Ashley’s eyes fluttered open and shut and she bit her lip, her hips rocking faster to meet his hand and the way it cupped and rubbed at her heat. Just enough to make a little friction, not by any means enough to give the amount of friction she actually craved.

He was teasing her.

Just the thought had her pouting in sheer frustration as she locked eyes with him. “Tease.”

“Ain’t exactly teasing if I know exactly what I’m gonna do to you when I get you home.” Adam pointed out, giving her a smirk. Ashley swallowed hard, breath catching in her throat at his words. Her mouth opened and closed and it had Adam chuckling quietly because this was one of very few times he’d truly seen her with a complete lack of something clever to say in response.

“Cat got your tongue, darlin?” he practically purred the words as his hand started to massage all over again and almost instantly, she started to rock against it more urgently.

“Adam… Fuck.” she gasped quietly, eyes fluttering open and closed as she started to palm at the way he was strained against his jeans.

The light went green and the careful and almost teasing movement of her hand in his lap felt so good that for about half a second, Adam didn’t realize it had.

“Light’s green, Adam.” Ashley’s voice was teasing, she gave a soft giggle as Adam took a few shaky breaths, nodding as he hurried from beneath the green light, turning down the next street. His house was in view, only a few seconds away and yet… It felt like a million miles away.

Almost the second he was parked at the curb in front of it, he was reaching out, pulling her over the console and into his lap, his hands and mouth all over her, mouth latching onto her neck and leaving a string of hickies down the side as he bucked himself into her from below and his hands disappeared up her shirt, slipping beneath her bra before finally getting frustrated at how in the way it was and unfastening it, gripping her breasts in his hands, palming and squeezing at them as he growled against her mouth when his mouth finally rose to meet and conquer her lips again.

He leaned into her so heavily that her back met the steering wheel and the horn in the center, making them both laugh only to have the sounds of their laughter swallowed by a deep and frenzied, needy kiss. The kiss broke and Ashley backed away slightly, biting her lip, wiggling around in his lap, bucking herself right against the prominent bulge strained and about to burst through his jeans. “I think that’s our sign to go inside, Adam.” she muttered the words as she felt her face burning hot and she bit her lip, squirming around in his lap just a little more, harder, desperate to keep the friction going. Adam nodded, killing the engine and getting out of the truck, carrying her up the steps, stopping to unlock his front door, with her body pinned between his body and the door as he did so. Twice he had to grip harder just because she started to trail her lips down his neck and chuckling quietly into the kiss he stole, he gave a triumphant and joking ‘Yee haw’ when he got the door unlocked at last. Ashley gave a soft whimper as he stepped through the door, shutting it behind him and locking it. He sat her down on a sturdy console table that ran the length of the back of his sofa and stepped away to pull off his boots and Ashley took a few deep breaths, tried to pull herself together.

This was really happening.

Finally.

Adam met her gaze as he straightened to stand again and he stepped between her legs, devouring her mouth hungrily, his hands cupping her cheeks and caressing. “You’re sure, right? Because once we cross the line, darlin…”

Ashley gripped his jaw, guiding her mouth back down against his greedily as she whispered needily into the kiss, “Fuck me, Adam. I don’t wanna remember anyone else but you.”

Adam’s teeth clenched her lower lip; tugging. She was clinging to him and it was driving him crazy because there was… Still too much clothing in between them, keeping them apart. He scooped her up off the console table he’d sat her on to take off his boots and started to carry her down the hall, stopping halfway to put her back against the wall, tearing her shirt up over her head, tossing it onto the floor. Ashley tugged impatiently at his tee shirt, finally getting it up and over his head, tossing it onto the floor a few feet away from where her own shirt lie. Adam did away with the pesky bra next, letting it hit the floor softly, an almost primal growl bursting from his lips as he dipped his head low, dancing his mouth over the tops of her breasts, leaving behind beard burn and littering soft skin with bites with each time his mouth connected with her bare skin.

Ashley writhed around in his grasp, rocking herself into him, gripping his hips tighter with her legs, whimpering aloud, her head falling back and softly hitting the wall as her eyes fluttered open and shut. Her hand gripped his shoulder, fingertips digging into and dancing over his skin, sending a shiver through his body and making him groan as he glanced up at her, biting his lip. Ashley stared right back, both of them struggling to catch their breath but too caught up in the moment to bother putting a halt to the deep and biting and almost bruising kisses. She took his face in her hands, pulling his mouth deep against her own, her tongue trailing over the outline of his lips before parting them, her body rubbing against him even more frantically. Her hand raised to tangle in his hair and in the process, a photo clattered to the hallway floor noisily.

“Let’s take you to bed, hmm?” Adam’s breath against her skin as he mumbled the words into her neck quietly had Ashley whimpering and rocking against him even more frantically. Adam growled quietly as he bucked himself right back against her, starting the walk down the hall to his bedroom all over again. He kicked it open, a quiet creak of the frame echoing through the stillness as he stepped inside and shut it behind him, tossing her against the mattress as he stared down at her hungrily. Ashley went to raise up, reaching for the waistband of his jeans but Adam pushed her back against the mattress all over again, making her pout and give a frustrated whimper as he chuckled softly and leaned down, hands going down her bare skin, sending goosebumps to it’s surface as he lowered his mouth down, ghosting it slowly over her abdomen before raising to whisper next to her ear, “Uh uh darlin. Let me take care of you.” in a husky and firmer tone.

He started to lazily trail his mouth over bare skin all over again, the blunt of his teeth tugging at her nipples as his tongue circled them and he caught her eye, winking at her, his hands drifting down between them, unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans, lingering to rub and squeeze her cunt before hooking in her waistband to tug her jeans and panties down all at once. Ashley tried to rock her hips upward, desperate to feel any kind of friction, frustrated beyond belief by all Adam’s teasing, but almost the instant she dared it, Adam was on his knees, kneeling in front of her, parting her legs with his hands and ghosting his mouth up the inside of her thigh slowly, occasionally placing a soft bite against her skin.

When her fingers tangled in his hair, he grunted against her skin, grazing his teeth against it, his tongue slowly making a lazy broad swipe upward. Ashley whimpered when she tried yet again to rock her hips against the way Adam had her pinned, just hoping to at least make an attempt to steer him where she needed him most, but he chuckled quietly, the shake of his head that he gave making soft hair brush against her skin and sending a shiver through her body. “I’m holdin you still for a reason, darlin. Now c’mon, be a good girl. Be still and let me take care of you.”

“Adam, please.” Ashley begged, trying again to rock her hips upward, only to pout when she realized just how determined Adam was to hold her in place and tease her relentlessly.

“Be patient, darlin. We got all night.” Adam’s tongue was trailing lazily over her folds as he said it, the taste of her on his tongue making him half growl his words as they left his mouth. He smirked a little to himself when he felt her not only try to rock her hips upward to meet his mouth but her hand curling in the comforter on top of his bed and in his hair, tugging as she whimpered and whined, her cries of frustrated pleasure echoing off the walls of his bedroom and shattering the silence around them.

Her breath caught in her throat as she felt his tongue make a long stripe over one side of her cunt. And then, straight across the middle, finally, another long stripe across the opposite side to which he lazily chuckled “A.” as he met her gaze with a teasing smirk. Ashley rose up slightly, staring down at him, biting her lip as a series of needy whimpers and loud whines left her mouth and her toes dug into the comforter. One long and broad stripe and then another curved stripe had her shivering and arching her back, fingers tangling in his hair as she tugged gently, “Fuck.”

“D.” Adam was at it again with the smirk, lowering his head almost a split second later to get back to what he was doing. His tongue trailed a familiar pattern over her folds and he muttered quietly against her cunt, “A”. and Ashley shivered even more because it hit her what he was doing, spelling out his name. “Adam, please… Need you, baby, please.” she begged almost frantically, desperate to ease some of the ache rapidly building because of all his teasing. Despite the urgent begging, Adam’s tongue rolled lazily, the one slanted stripe required to form one side of the M and then the two stripes required to form the middle of the M and finally, the last stripe. “M.” he groaned as his nose bumped right against her pelvic mound and he buried his tongue as deep in her pussy as he could, tilting her hips upward, pulling her closer to his mouth as he savored the taste of her as it started to fill his mouth. He could feel her body starting to tense up and another smirk came, pressing against her soaked warmth as he started to slow way down on the movements of his tongue. When he felt her fingers tugging at his hair again and noticed that she was digging her toes into the bed too, the smirk on his face grew.

Yeah, he was teasing. Taking his time with her, making this last. He’d waited so long already, now that it was happening, he was just… Really savoring the moment.

“Adam, please!” Ashley choked out, back arching away from the mattress slightly, eyes fluttering open and shut as she tried to keep frustrated tears at bay. When she felt him leaving a string of bite marks on the inside of her thighs, she whimpered and tried to rock her hips against his grip at them to no avail.

“Not yet, darlin. Just a little longer, I swear.” Adam breathed against her cunt as his tongue rolled lazily over the folds before slowly slipping in all over again, starting over with his little teasing torture. Ashley’s grip tightened in his hair and he paused, glancing up at her with lust blown eyes. “Pull as hard as you want while my head is buried between your thighs, darlin. C’mon. I like it.” his tone was firm, almost demanding.

And it only served to make her even wetter, she could feel the wetness coating her thighs, dripping. Adam growled quietly, tongue moving a little faster, flicking over her clit, lingering and trailing a lazy circle, grazing his teeth against the circular bundle of nerves as he chuckled against her, “What’s wrong, darlin?”

“You know what you’re…” Ashley writhed beneath the grip Adam had on her lower body, keeping her legs spread wide for him as his tongue slowly dove into and out of her soaked heat, “doing. Tease.”

“Oh, I’m not teasin at all, darlin.” Adam chucked again quietly, “Just said you better not dare cum yet.”

“Adam, it’s all I want to do! Fucking… ahh, hurts. I’m aching, baby, c’mon… Please?”

Adam continued to lick, adding two fingers and Ashley hissed sharp, her breath catching in her throat, her entire body tensing as she tried to do as she was told and resist the urge to cum. The more teasing she endured at his fingers and mouth, the harder that became.

He could feel her body tense up so tight, the way she was propped on her elbows to watch him had her arms shaking. He definitely felt her toes digging into the comforter by now too. Giving a soft nip to the inside of her right thigh as he stopped for a second or two, he muttered quietly, “Okay darlin. Now.” before raising her hips just a little, burying his tongue back deep inside her, rocking her hips against his face faster, his tongue swirling inside her cunt in a frenzy as he felt her shaking all over, heard her gasping for her next breath as she moaned out loud over and over, her cries of pleasure and his name filling the air and driving him over the edge, making him lick and suck harder, faster. He loosened his grip on her hips and she rocked them against his face almost shamelessly, he muttered quietly against her skin, “C’mon, darlin. Don’t stop.” breathing heavily.

Ashley’s hips started to slow and Adam lowered her legs, crawling up her body after dragging the back of his hand across his mouth, his eyes locked on her intently as he leaned down, pulling her into a deep kiss, breaking the kiss quickly to raise up, his hand lowering and wrapping around his thick length just to trace the tip right over and slightly between her folds, shivering himself in anticipation, growling quietly. His hips pinned her hips against the bed and she dug her nails into broad shoulders as he sank into her slowly, carefully, stopping to kiss her cheeks and mutter against her mouth, “You okay, darlin?”

“Yeah.” Ashley answered, trying to rock her hips against him once she was adjusted to the way he stretched her out and filled her up. Her nails trailed lightly across his shoulders, digging in slightly when he sank into her even deeper, his hips smacking against her hips softly and slowly, placing kisses all over her mouth and face, trailing them down her throat as he muttered lazily, “So sweet I could eat you up.” as he met her gaze and slowly licked his lips. Ashley wrapped her legs around his hips and the new angle had him groaning, his hips sporadically crashing against her own for a few seconds as she took his cock as deep inside her as he could go, buried to the hilt. Her hands moved over his face, raising, dragging through his hair after pulling his mouth against her own for a deep and slow and greedy kiss. The kiss broke and he gave a lazy peck at the corner of her mouth, driving deeper and slower into her as he did and muttering softly, “Gonna get way too used to this, I think.”

“I already am.” Ashley breathed out against his skin, making him shiver. He’d always had a weakness when it came to gentle touches against his neck. The fact that she seemed to be enjoying brushing her mouth against the spot, or gently nipping at it with her teeth only had him giving a quiet growl and slamming himself into her slower and with much longer strokes. When she tried to speed him up, he chuckled and his hands lowered, gripping her hips, holding them so that he controlled the pace as he muttered against the shell of her ear, “What’s your hurry, darlin? We’ve got all night.”

Bleak sunshine was starting to peek through the curtains by now and Ashley giggled softly against his neck as she clung to him and he continued to attempt slowly and deeply fucking her into the mattresses on his bed, “It’s morning, actually.” as her forehead softly bumped against his collarbone and he chuckled as soon as the realization hit him too. “Well then, smarty pants, we have the rest of the day. Either way,” Adam’s mouth trailed lazily over her skin, leaving an erratic trail of marks in it’s wake, “we’ve got nothin but time.”

“You make a good point.” Ashley’s breath caught in her throat as his cock bottomed out, brushing against a spot that felt almost magical with each time he did so. She clung to his body, her moans and whimpers only drowned out by his answering groans and the occasional growl.

“I’m so.. Fuck, I’m so close. Please?” her begging had him giving a soft and quiet laugh, capturing her mouth in a deep and breathtaking kiss as he muttered into it, “Me too, darlin.. C’mon, let go for me.”

He sped up his thrusts, almost frantically chasing his oncoming orgasm as she dug her legs into his sides and her nails into his shoulders, raking them down his back as he growled against her skin, feeling her clench tight around him, feeling her body start to spasm, feeling her biting at his skin gently as he fucked her through her orgasm and straight into his own. He tried to stop but every time he tried, she’d grab hold of his hips and rock against him, begging for more until finally, he was throbbing, emptying inside deep, filling her up as he pressed into her heavily, covering her face in kisses before lazily kissing her mouth and having her deepen it as she breathed against his lips, “ That was amazing.”

“Better than the last guy, right?” Adam was only half teasing, but her answer really went a long way to fully reassure him when as he sank back against the mattress, pulling her on top of him and wrapping his arms around her while staring up, she smiled and gave a soft giggle, nodding as she leaned down and mumbled into his mouth, “You were so much better than the last guy. Ten million times better, baby.” before deepening the kiss he gave…

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krowsfeet · 4 years

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wh. what did you do to your media teacher

ok well sorry if this is long but it’s A Story for sure

this was back when i was still kinda edgy and didn’t like feminism (i still don’t ID as a feminist now for personal but i agree that it’s Good) and, edgy little fuck that i was, when we were told we could write a faux-essay about any topic we wanted i wrote about sexism against men - luckily i was kind of coming out of my dickface phase so it wasn’t full of like WOMEN R FUCKING EVIL TO MEN WEHHHH it was, tbh, not a bad essay at all! at one point i mentioned something about how mainstream feminism could be seen as vilifying men or smth (which ofc is wrong but again, 17 year old edgelord)

my media teacher was a staunch feminist and would frequently let us know this, loudly, which i didn’t have a problem with per-say but i did find it annoying since at the time i was being flooded with faux-alt-right anti-sjw teachings on the internet like 24/7, and i kiiiinda wanted an excuse to pick a fight with her (although this story honestly 100% has her in the wrong and me just... being a 17 year old), so when i was writing this essay and i knew she would have to read it i was wondering whether or not she’d say smth. so we’re all sat on the computers typing our essays, my friend next 2 me is writing something about kpop, etc. media teacher who i’ll from now on refer to as P comes over and is like “oh. why on earth are you writing about that?”

so i explain that sexism against men blah blah who cares, and she tuts and says “so i assume you don’t call yourself a feminist?” with this rlly incredulous look on her face. and i say “well no, for my own reasons i don’t”. now, keep in mind that this teacher also knew that i was trans, gay and autistic. she then shook her head and laughed and said “you’re only saying that because of how privileged you are” and i got kinda mad lol, considering that (apart from being white, which she also was) i was def. not privileged, and explained this to her - also bitch i’m not gonna out myself in front of the whole class just to remind you that i’m not exactly what most would consider “privileged”

so i said smth about how it was rude of her to assume that, because i didn’t have the same opinion as her, i was somehow better off than her, and i remember saying “to be honest, miss, you don’t know jack about me or my life to say that”. she backed up like IMMEDIATELY and stood at her desk which was probs like another metre of so away, and her hand starts shaking. i was a lil mad at this point but i was still sat down and honestly not... rlly worked up at all. she quietly said “okay...” and sat down to read some paperwork or smth

the class kinda quietly talked amongst themselves because oh gosh i sassed a teacher etc etc, and then i heard a voice say my name and it was P again! and she goes “excuse me, [deadname], you need to leave” - i said umm pardon like... i’m still writing my damn essay lol. she goes “can you please work in another computer room? i just can’t have you in here right now”. so me, very annoyed by this lol, i just went “um no? i’m gonna sit here and finish my essay, you don’t have to talk to me if you don’t want to” (which probs didn’t help), she starts tearing up and says “you’re making me feel very frightened right now - you need to leave. now.”

looking back on it, i would be honest if i was actually being aggressive but if ya’ll know me u know i talk a lot of shit but i’m not an aggressive person at all when it comes down to it, so i ended up getting REAL mad that she was treating me like some kinda animal, so i said (oh-so delicately, as a 17 year old is wont to do), “fine fuck you” and went out at which pointed i walked rrrrrrrright on home and refused to come in for like 4 days lol. my mum ended up getting the school involved and they got P in with some of our head of years & higher up staff to give me a proper apology and stuff, during which she was just kind of staring blankly thru me but she did apologise so we were like aight it’s all good!

but then when i walked into class the next day she ended up leaving halfway through and just didn’t come back so we were like uhhh. ok. and we visited the teacher next-door who we all got along with like “hey miss where tf did P go” and she was like “umm P’s just having a rough time rn don’t worry and just continue with your exam stuff”, and then P didn’t come back for like 2.5-3 months! when she did she was fucking.... idk the word. like, basically drugged up lol and smiling all the time and didn’t mark any of our work bc she was like “it’s okay, you’ll all do great anyway, i don’t need to read it :)” and singing all the time, and when one of the other asshole kids was like “hey miss wtf is up w you” she just said “i’m on a lot of medication right now”

so not SPECIFICALLY I caused her to have a mental breakdown, but i was definitely the straw that broke the camels back lmao

i remember posting this story back on my old blog and ppl being like FAKEEEEE LOL and i was like [shrug]

#long post

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hepataetis · 6 years

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✧ about u (.jeonjungkook)

✧ pairing; jeon jungkook x female!reader

✧ summary; jeon jungkook brings his girlfriend to meet his family, but is met with a messy turn of events and leads to a heartfelt declaration of love.

✧ request; Hiiiiiii is it possible for a jungkook reaction where his parents don’t accept you and he wants you anyways? Thankssss

✧ genre; angst, fluff

✧ words; 1.6K

✧ song inspiration; lil peep - about u (+)

✧ ji’s a/n; this was going to be combined with another request, but i decided not to. enjoy bubas.

The sky was turning a hazy shade of orange, indicating the sun was beginning to set. A car rushed down the wet roads of a quiet neighborhood, and the driver had his locked onto the road before him. (Y/N) sat beside him, gulping as she stared at the blurred houses they passed, dreading which one they will stop at. Furrowing her brows, she spoke in a soft voice.

“What if they don’t like me, Jungkook?”

The aforementioned male turned to face his girlfriend, whose nail was tapping at the chair’s armrest. She looked gorgeous; from the way she neatly styled her hair to the light makeup coating her face. Even the dress she wore hugged onto her frame nicely, causing him to smile with awe. His eyes faced forward again, chuckling softly. Without removing his eyes from the street, he reached his hand to grasp onto her thigh with reassurance, massaging his thumb into it soothingly. “They’ll love you, (Y/N). Why wouldn’t they?” Jungkook questioned, earning a groan. “Because I’m not a rich idol. I’m a normal person working at a normal job. What if they think I’m a gold digger?”

Jungkook couldn’t help but laugh a bit more, causing (Y/N) to glare. “It’s a serious question!” She raised her voice, but felt her cheeks tingle red with embarrassment. What if she was just being overdramatic? Overthinking as usual? Despite this, her heart dropped as the car steadily slowed down, nearing a small garage. She pursed her lips, staring at the house where she’d meet her ultimate demise.

Jungkook parked his car, beginning to pull his car keys out and search for important material. However, he glanced at (Y/N), who remained frozen in her seat. She gulped, glancing at her hands crossed on her lap. “Babe,” He began softly yet his voice was stern, raising his hand to cup her cheeks. He turned her neck slowly, and (Y/N) refused to look away from his deep gaze. “Whether they love you or they hate you, I will always love you. Isn’t that good enough?” He smiled, causing her heartbeat to increase and her cheeks to flush pink. “It always has been.” (Y/N) stated, releasing a small huff before pushing herself out of the car.

Jungkook stood beside his quaint girlfriend, approaching the door and knocking twice before waiting a moment. Almost subconsciously, (Y/N)’s fingers intertwined with his, tightening her grip with each passing second of waiting. Jungkook smiled at the sensation, and perked his head up as the door began to creak open.

His mother flashed a bright smile, her dark brown hair forming a small bob. Her russet eyes scanned (Y/N) from head to toe, who shivered at her strong gaze. The couple bowed slightly in unison. “Mom, this is (L/N) (Y/N). She’s my girlfriend.” Jungkook beamed with excitement. (Y/N) cleared her throat nervously, gleaming as brightly as she humanly could, “It’s nice to meet you!” She cheered, and his mother shook her hand warmly. “Come inside, we’ve already prepared dinner.”

As soon as she walked in, (Y/N) could smell the wonderful blend of ingredients creating a delicious aroma throughout the house. Her eyes trailed to the pictures lining the wall, Jungkook grinning with his brother and there was even a group photo of BTS. A small smile appeared on (Y/N)’s face, but she snapped out of her daydreams once she reached the kitchen.

An array of food was laid across the table, where Jungkook’s father sat at the head. He hastily stood, bowing slightly as a way of greeting. (Y/N) did the same, beginning to introduce herself once more. “My name is (L/N) (Y/N), it’s a pleasure to meet you.” She beamed.

After she was properly seated, (Y/N) already sensed in her gut the family interrogation was soon going to begin. Despite this, she continued to pick at her food- as if it would distract her from calculating proper answers. “So,” Shit. Jungkook’s mother looked up with a sweet smile. “How old are you?” She asked politely. “I’m (Y/A) years old.” (Y/N) responded, grinning. “So young! What do you work as?” Gulping, (Y/N) scratched her neck gently. “I work at Big Hit.” She answered rather quickly, in a poor attempt to stop this constant questioning. “Does that mean you’re an idol? That’s amazing.” His mother cooed with awe. “Oh no, I just manage the budgets and find places for them to perform...I suppose…” The smile of his mother faltered, and she could only whisper a soft oh.

“But she’s amazing at what she does,” Jungkook cheered, looking towards his father. “I suppose there are many opportunities for a business worker…” He mumbled, continuing to eat with a visibly forced smile. “What are some of your interests?” He looked towards (Y/N), who was already becoming glum. “I like to cook, and write-” Before she could continue listing, his mother began to clear her throat by coughing loudly. “Jungkook, there are some fan gifts for you upstairs. Help me bring some of them down so I can show (Y/N)!” She clasped her hands together with excitement, rising to her feet. Jungkook nodded, sparing a worried glance to his quiet girlfriend.

In the next moment, they already began to lead themselves upstairs, causing (Y/N) to sit in silence. “May I excuse myself to the bathroom?” She tilted her head slightly, and Jungkook’s father nodded in false understanding. “...Where is it?” She muttered, yet received no response. I’ll find it my damn self, asshole. She rose to her feet, beginning to also walk up the stairs.

There were more photos framed on the wall, followed by vases of flowers and other decorations. Most doors were closed, but there was one that was slightly open and piqued the interest of (Y/N). Her footsteps were unheard as she creeped closer, and soon the quiet murmurings of Jungkook and his mother was heard.

“She seems a bit...dull.”

“What’s wrong with that?” Jungkook’s face scrunched.

“Jungkook, you’re not a normal boy anymore. It’s important you date the right people. What if the public finds out about this?” She cupped his cheeks warmly.

“She is right for me. (Y/N) is the sweetest girl I’ve ever met.”

“But she’s a business worker for your company. She practically works for you. That’s a scandal waiting to happen!”

“Why does that even matter? I love her.”

“I’m sorry, Jungkook, but...I think it will take a while for us to accept her. Are you sure you can’t find someone more suitable to you?”

Jungkook pursed his lips, his head dropping sadly. (Y/N)’s breathing hitched, furrowing her brows as a sinking feeling appeared at the pits of her stomach. Suddenly, the delicious food left a sick feeling in her mouth and the burning sensation of tears arrived. She didn’t even pay attention to the weight she was releasing through her hand, allowing the door to push slightly. Immediately, the two looked up to spot a silent (Y/N).

“I’m… sorry for interrupting.” She muttered. “Jungkook, I have to go home now.” His mother chuckled nervously, walking towards (Y/N). But Jungkook rested a hand on her shoulder, shaking his head. “Alright. Bye, mom. I’m sorry we couldn’t stay long.” He said, his voice hushed. “It’s alright. Remember to work hard!” She cheered, yet (Y/N) couldn’t even find the strength to return the enthusiasm. His mother’s voice suddenly became annoying to her. “Thank you.” was (Y/N)’s prompt response before turning on her heel, practically stomping down the stairs. She could hear Jungkook struggling to follow behind. “Bye, father!” He hurriedly yelled, but his girlfriend was already beginning to shut the front door and continue speed walking away. He quickly caught the door from slamming, and sprinted to latch onto her wrists.

“What is it?!” (Y/N) whined loudly, yanking her hand from his touch and bringing it close to her heaving chest. Jungkook froze slightly for a moment, his eyebrows pushing together with frustration. “Why are you yelling?” He questioned, causing her to lips to tighten. “Why do your parents hate me? All these questions, but no answers!” She exclaimed, turning around with a huff. “You’re being ridiculous, they don’t hate you.” He gripped onto her shoulders, but only received a harsh slap on his hand. “I was listening. You can’t convince me out of this one.” She muttered, her anger turning into melancholy. “I’m really not that great of a girlfriend…” Her voice became soft, and Jungkook released a long sigh.

Arms slid around (Y/N)’s waist as a chin rested on her shoulder. (Y/N)’s heart stopped its beating for just a moment, embracing the sensation of Jungkook’s toned chest against her back. Taking in a deep breath of her scented shampoo, Jungkook began to gently whisper in her ear. “If you were listening, you didn’t miss the part where I said it doesn’t matter. I love you, you know.” He chuckled gently, attempting to reassure her. His voice sent shivers down her spine and her cheeks turned rosy red with embarrassment. “But your parents-” Before she could finish, Jungkook pressed a kiss against her warm face. “It’s okay. They’ll get used to you one way or the other. If I love you, they’ll have to love you.”

(Y/N) pursed her lips for a few seconds before pouting.

“I walked out on dinner…”

“I’ve done that to them a few times too! They’ll be fine, babe.”

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yutamint · 7 years

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pink ears + peanut butter (college!au I.M)

hello i am back w/ college!au changkyun bc i was just thinking bout it ok

pairing: im changkyun x reader (f)

genre: fluff pretty much

notes: there’s some swearing so sorry bout that also this is pretty long sorry also i didn’t proofread i’m just here posting it thank u

word count: 1.8k

so listen you aren’t a straight A student ok you’re like maybe a B average student bc math is hard and chemistry is the devil’s asshole

but one thing you’re good at?? world history

all those crash course videos you watched in your spare time came in clutch when it came to this class bc wow you shine like a star in hist25

and plot twist?? you actually enjoy it

the crusades?? FUCK YEAH gimme more on eleanor of aquitaine

anyways, long story short you’re pretty good at world history and your professor KNOWS you’re good bc you’re literally... the only one who answers questions in lecture.... about literally anything

“how are we all doing?” “i’m good how are you professor” “thank you Y/N”

so yea you’re a big nerd for this ok cool let’s move on

im changkyun is doing well in all of his classes except for... you guessed it: hist25!! with you!!

he just doesn’t show any interest in it honestly? it was one of those filler classes he has to take in order to graduate and tbh..... it’s like he never enrolled

he never shows up to lecture bc “he has better things to do with his time”

but your professor knows that he’s capable of so much more than a damn 59%

so you’re casually discussing the cold war at office hours when knock knock changkyun shows up

“ah mr. im, glad you could join us” and you’re over here like ‘he’s joining us?? who is this dude?? he’s in my class??’ “glad i could make it professor”

anyways this fucker pulls up a seat next to you and you ... just... look at him like ‘why are you here but also why have i never seen you before you are so cute??’

“so changkyun, i understand you’ve been doing relatively well in all your other classes but not mine.... is there any particular reason??” “i’m not very good at history professor” “i’d like to introduce you to Y/N. they’re one of the top students in the class and willing to help you in the course, right Y/N??” and you actually cHOKE ON YOUR OWN SPIT because when did YOu say you were willing to help

“ahem.. right Y/N? your notes are far more helpful than the textbook and i’m sure changkyun would learn a lot from you” “y-y-yes a-a-absolutely professor! i’d love to help changin” “it’s changkyun” “right, sorry” at this point your ears are literally flaming red and you can feel your fingers start to clam up

and changkyun notices all of this bc as soon as he walked into the room, he couldn’t take his eyes off you!! bc wow you were gorgeous!! even in your school sweatshirt and messy hair hehe

he can’t stop looking over at you bc 1. you were cute and 2. you were fidgeting like no end smh changkyun noticed how you shake your leg when you get nervous, how your eyebrows raised when your professor mentioned your name, and the various shades of pink and red your ears turned as soon as you realized what was going on

“wait so am i tutoring him or something” “you could say that! of course you don’t have to work with Y/N, changkyun, but i really would like to see you pass the course” “i’d be happy to work with them, sir” and he gave u a small grin and you actually felt your heart stop

anyways you have a class starts in like 20 min so you start to get up to say goodbye to your prof and changkyun but you feel a hand on your shoulder

“wait where’s your class?” “oh uh it’s in the engineering building” “i can walk you there?” and you look at the professor like he was supposed to tell you what to do like what the actual fUCK DO I DO but you look back at changkyun and you just nod

why is the air so thick between you two?? you can feel his eyes on you and you’re just like.... pls

“c-changkyun you didn’t have to w-walk me to class... thank you though” you literally avoid eye contact with him in order to not embarrass yourself further “don’t worry about it Y/N, my next class is in that direction as well” “when’s your class?” “oh in about 2 hours” “what the hell dude”

you walk faster bc class is in 5 min and you aren’t even halfway across campus ok cool speed lightning

so ye you guys finally get to the lecture hall and changkyun looks so surprised?? like “wait is this chem” “yeah kill me right” “wait no i love chem” “are you serious” “yeah i’m really good at it.... can i sit next to you?” and you look at him like are you insane.... who would sit in a chemistry lecture for 50 min for fun?? answer: im changkyun

so you two are in the back of the lecture hall and he’s literally just sitting there watching you take notes and scratch your head in confusion... “hey you wrote down that entropy is change in heat but that’s enthalpy” “oh... thanks changkyun” “your handwriting is cute” and honestly he finds so much amusement in seeing your ears go from pink to red in 5 seconds

chem is already hard as it is but having hIM sit next to you watching your every move made you want to get up and leave... but if you left then you wouldn’t be able to see changkyun so you just suffered quietly like usual

after lecture, you were off to your dorm to take a nap after everything that happened and changkyun was off to meet his friends, but before you two parted ways, he mentioned to go through your notes from today when you had a spare chance

you flip through your notebook and surprise he scribbled down his number on your chem notes w/ a lil note ‘let’s study for world history tonight!! text me’ and you actually thank your professor for letting this happen

so pull your blankets over your head and shoot him a lil text

‘changkyun?? it’s Y/N’ ‘you checked your notes huh? ;)’ ‘yeah ngl that was pretty smooth of you’ ‘i try my best :~) do you wanna meet @ the lib to study?’ ‘sure!! is 7 on the 3rd floor okay?’ ‘perfect i’ll see u then’ ‘ok goodnight’ ‘goodnight??’

you woke up from your nap literally 10 min before you had to meet changkyun and honestly it was terrible bc your hair was a mess and you had drool on your chin but anyways you rushed to get yourself together bc you didn’t want to leave him waiting

you didn’t realize that he texted you like 5 diff times asking you if you wanted to eat dinner before studying until you got to the library

‘changkyun.......... i’m so sorry omg’ ‘are u alive now’ ‘yes omg i fell asleep are u here yet’ ‘ya i’m on the third floor by the window’ ‘wait... there are windows everywhere’ ‘ok i’ll come get u’

so you stood by the elevator trying to fix your hair to look presentable when you hear “Y/N!” to your right and you look over to see changkyun and his lil smiley face waving over to you

“have you eaten yet?” “no i came straight here after my nap” “i got you something in case you get hungry” and you stopped dead in your tracks bc... you barely know him yet he was kind enough to get you food wtf

so anyways you both got settled and changkyun handed you a juice pouch and a messily wrapped sandwich in a ziploc bag

“are you allergic to peanut butter” “no i don’t think so” “ok good bc i only know how to make pb and jelly sandwiches”

and your heart fluttered a lil bit bc..... he made u a sandwich wtf changkyun

“so where do we start” “where’s your textbook??” “i never bought one” and you look at this boy like ..... why.... did you not buy one and he just shrugs and says “it’s not like i was gonna need it and it was $300″

so you pull out your notebook and you guys start to go over everything that would be on the upcoming exam

and changkyun gets it!! maybe it’s bc he’s finally paid attention to material or maybe it’s bc you’re teaching him!! who knows

but seeing you nod enthusiastically and praise him when he got something right motivated him to keep going!! bc seeing your smile and your eyes light up was something that made HIS ears turn pink and his palms sweaty (but he wouldn’t ever tell you that)

and you were so excited bc changkyun was starting to show interest in something that you enjoyed and loved and that made you so happy!! plus you didn’t mind the attention that he was giving you who wouldn’t mind it’s changkyun wtf

so anyways you guys met up at the library practically every day up until the exam

he actually shows up to class now and always saves you a seat

and you always give him a pen bc he happens to “lose” his every single time

and by this point you’re like 900% sure changkyun knows more about the byzantine empire than you did

so it’s no surprise when you get your scores for the exam back and changkyun does better than you?? and you’re like ..... i taught you everything

but he gives you this look like holy shit you actually taught me something and i thought i wasn’t gonna make it but it looks like i can pass with at least a solid C now and like.... that’s when the lightbulb flickers on for you??

like.... am i actually.... romantically....interested in im changkyun?? and ring ding dong you are

bc while you guys would be at the library, you’d always bring an extra carton of milk for him and he’d always split his sandwich with you.... and he would always doodle lil stars on the corners of your notebook.... and you’d always let him borrow your textbook and leave him lil post it notes saying stuff like “ur annoying” and “pls bring food to class on tuesday”... and you guys would literally stay until the librarian begged you to leave bc you two were the only people left...

and when you’d show up to your guys’ study sessions frustrated bc your damn lab partner didn’t pull his weight on the assignment again and you were left to finish the entire lab report by yourself again, changkyun wouldn’t hesitate to help you finish everything

so when changkyun gave you the bIGGEST hug and pressed his lips to your forehead after class one day, you were like !!!!!!!

“you know Y/N we only see each other in class and when we have our study sessions, but i’d like to see you more than that...do you wanna get dinner w/ me sometime? like maybe tonight?”

“changkyun, is this like a d-date?” “yup it is, make sure you don’t wake up from your nap 10 min before”

thank u for reading this if u got all the way to the end i love changkyun

#monsta x fluff #kpop fluff #kpop reactions #kpop scenarios #monsta x scenarios #monsta x reactions #changkyun #jooheon #shownu #minhyuk #hyungwon #wonho #kihyun #changkyun scenarios #i.m scenario #i.m monsta x #im changkyun

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adnightmist · 5 years

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Crush stunts

K idk bout the title, just thought it would work but not so sure anymore....

ANYWAY so these things happened a while back but it makes me soft inside so i dont wanna forget them ergo im writing it down.

So my class was sitting in humanities and we were watching a video. My friend sits on a different table tho but i wanted to sit with her. However this guys was ocupying the only table next to her so i couldent be next to her. Then the guy (we'll call him bob) got up and moved to the back of the class to charge his laptop (the cable didnt reach that far to his seat so he had to move) and he asked the teacher who said yes. Now im rlly shy so iw aited a bit to mentaly prepare myself befire asking the teacher if i could move to sit next to my friend. My teachers really nice so she said yes. I got up, took my stuff, and moved. But a lil' background info on bob, hes an asshole. So he says that he changed his mind and sits back in his place and forces me to move. So as i walk back to my seat, my crush points at the seat next to him (ironically where bon was sitting lol) and says 'sit here'. I think my heart skipped a beat lol. Me being the dumb nugget i am askes 'why?' Withoit just TAKING THE OFFER (with a friggen smile like aghhhhh hes gonna find out you like him dipsshhhht) and then he shakes his head and says ges kidding and i know i felt disappointed but im not sure if he caught it on my face so i walk back to my seat and then TEN SECONDS LATER bob moves back to the back of the class. That spITEFUL SONOVA--

Thats actually one of the only propper covis hes started with me.....sad but im so antisicual and hard to talk to that i dont blame him.

K next stories just gonna be a summary. So i had to make to interview and make a poster on my crush (lets call him alvin i guess idk and also same guy from before) and he also had to do the same for me and that was nice but im so shy that i couldent hold eye contact and kept looking away and ughhhh i messed uppppp. No i didnt say something stupid or anything, its just that i missed the opportunity to have. Aproper chat with him by NIT MAKING EYE CONTACT U STUPID, STUPID-

anyway we chanhed our humanities seating plan and i ended up sitting next to Alvin lol

Also Bob once through my book acrossthe room and told alvin to 'catch' and i was having a heart attack cuz i hate my books getting bent but Alvin caught it without damaging it AT ALL and, not gonna lie, i think i like him juuuust a bit more becuase of those mad skillz XD

Also hes almost bummped into me like thrice. Once from being shoved by a friend and the second time by laughing to much. The third time was because he kept stealing my sharpener so i tried to get it back and knocked foreheads with him. I freak out when ever he gets close but luckily he catches himself and moves away. Well idk how much i like the moving away bit but eh

I keep making eye contact with him for like split seconds an then looking away its funny actually lol. When we had our grade camp, i kept making eye contact with him accidentally. >.<

And i think thats most of it. I dont even wanna date him ecen though i like him. I just wanna be friends with him since i think he's a cool person. Idk theres something about him i like, personality wise. Im not attracted to him look-wise (hes not bad looking but its not why i like him) so i just wanna talkkkkkkkkk. Hes popular and has dated a couple of girls so id serioisly have no chance and because im so shy i cant even talk to him. Actually we r both the first people to school in our class and we just sit in silence on our computors until someone else shows up and then he talks to them.

Well theres my sucky love life

#school #weird classmates #crush

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aghostpost · 7 years

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can u write a bruce imagine with the "I'm rich" line thanksss

A/N: I’m gonna combine this request with a prompt I made my friends randomly pick for me for a lil’ 2-for-1 special~ They also chose Bruce and “Hit me!”, number 32 from this prompt. Here the reader knows Bruce is Batman and she’s an anti-hero herself. Not to be confused with Verismo; this reader has no special/supernatural ability!

You put one guy in jail, or in my case a body bag, and another shows up. Bad guys popped up in Gotham like patients in a hospital, and to keep up I had to be prepared no matter what. You get rid of one threat to the city and some other jackass thinks of it as a chance to climb the ranks. They all think they’re better than the last guy, smarter, richer, have more power. Some are even smart enough to learn from the mistakes of the competition that got caught, but every criminal has one thing in common: greed. With new criminals came new challenges, so I was here in the gym getting some training done to stay in fighting shape. I liked to think I had the inside scoop on criminals because I was just shy of becoming one myself. Gotham is a sewer hole that swallowed me alive, but I’ve seen the underground life. It wasn’t pretty. But I’ve also seen the GCPD fail the city more times than I can count.

I’m here to do what they can’t. I operate around the law, bending the rules or breaking them altogether. What sense was there shoving bad guys in a cell when somehow they managed to get back on the streets months later to do the same shit? Rehabilitation didn’t happen in the prison system because there is no changing these people. Now I have more blood on my hands than I sometimes care to admit, but that doesn’t make me a criminal. No, I like to think of myself as Gotham’s salvation, the saving grace of this city.

My training was interrupted by a man that would probably consider himself the same, although we were nothing alike. Two polar opposite sides of the tracks, two different ideas for cleaning up Gotham. “What’re you doin’ here?” I huffed, beating a punching bag to a pulp.

He smirked to himself. “Just checking on the place. Newly acquired property of Wayne Enterprises.”

“Believe it or not, I’m surprised. I didn’t think there was a scrap of real estate left in Gotham that didn’t have your name on it.”

“This gym is a prized possession of Gotham. I thought what better way to give back than to fix things up around here, no?”

“You can do whatever you want with your money, Bruce. You’ve got more than enough of it. But,” I said with one final punch at the bag, stepping away with my hands on my hips, “it’s my day off. Did you have to do it today?”

“You aren’t happy to see me?”

I rolled my eyes and went to a nearby bench, wiping my face with a towel and helping myself to my water. “Am I ever?”

He chuckled to himself. “Well like I said, I’m only here to take a look at what changes I want to make. I saw you, thought I’d come say hello.”

“Hello. And now, goodbye.”

“Warm as ever.”

“Last I remember you were sneakin’ around zip-tyin' people to pipes. You want a warm welcome from me?”

“Wouldn’t that be your mistake, letting me get behind you?”

“You think I didn’t know you were there? Only mistake I made was thinking I could kill that bastard before you stopped me.”

“Yes, likely story.” He had that usual arrogant look and that usual condescending tone that made me want to scratch his face off. “Better luck next time then, Y/N.”

I scoffed. “Is there a reason you’re a smug asshole or do you only do that to get on every one of my nerves?

“You only say I’m smug when I’m right and you’re wrong.”

“Right about what? You think I can’t tell when someone is coming up behind me? I ignored you believing I could bring my arm down and stab that asshole faster than you could subdue me. That’s the only thing I’m wrong about, but trust me it won’t happen again.”

He nodded. “Good, good. Learning from your mistakes.”

“Geez, who are you, my grandfather?” I took another drink before turning away from him and climbing in the boxing ring. “I’m ready when you are, Tommy.” Tommy was one of the gym trainers here who I took a liking to. He was smart and good at his job, got a lot of fighters out of this gym and somewhere in Vegas fighting for big bucks. Him, I didn’t mind taking notes from.

“I got this one, Thomas.” I turned to to see Bruce removing his coat, tossing it on the bench beside my water bottle. I look at Tommy who seemed just as confused if not more than me.

“Uhhh, you sure about that, Mr. Wayne?”

He nodded, rolling up the sleeves of his navy blue cashmere sweater. “Yes.”

“C’mon, what are you doing?” I asked, completely unimpressed.

“You say you knew when I got behind you, right?”

I chuckled, shaking my head. “Are you serious?”

He shrugged. “I just want you to prove it, that’s all.”

“You don’t have a business lunch to go to or something? Meeting with your lawyers, whatever else it is big time corporation owners do?”

He smiled to himself. “It’s my day off, too.”

“Of course it is.” I rolled my eyes. “How do you explain to the audience how you’re such a good fighter, Batty?” I mumbled low enough for only him to hear.

“Easily. I’m rich. People have done many things to get to me and my money; it only makes sense I take a self defense class or two, wouldn’t you agree?”

“Sure, maybe. Don’t think that would explain you dressing up and takin’ on the things that go bump in the night, however…” That said, I walked to the opposite side of the ring. He wanted me to prove it then I would. The sooner I got this outta the way the sooner I could get back to my actual training. The gym fell silent as everyone was now interested in why billionaire Bruce Wayne was inside the ring. I took a second to redo my ponytail, waiting patiently for him to sneak up on me, listening closely and focusing on my surroundings. A shift in the ring, the feeling of another presence in my space; I waited for either to happen but everything remained still. After a moment nothing happened and, assuming he was just annoying me as usual, I rolled my eyes at this waste of time. “You know-”

“-What-” he interrupted from directly behind me.

“-Fuck!” I whipped around at lightning speed with a right hook that he blocked with his forearm.

“Very good. You didn’t catch me behind you but you rebounded quickly-”

“-Shut up!” I swung again and this time he dodged, and before I knew it I unleashed myself unto him. He was quicker than I expected. The most he ever did was knock a gun outta my hand or find some way to block me from taking someone out; I never had a moment of combat with the Caped Crusader myself. It was different than the training I was used to. Tommy had more experience, yes, but I was a fast learner. Bruce? He was lightyears ahead of me.

But there was no way in hell I’d admit that to him.

I was throwing blows at him nonstop but for whatever reason he remained on the defensive, which was doing a pretty good job at further frustrating me. He just made it look so effortless, didn’t even work up a sweat. I hated it.

“Hit me,” I grunted, slapping his hand from my fist that he managed to catch before it connected to his jaw.

“What was that?”

“Hit me!” Quickly I reached and grabbed the throwing knife I kept sheathed at my ankle and swung, slicing the air as he backed away from me.

“Whoa! Y/N, you can’t-”

“-It’s fine, Tommy. Bruce and I are old friends, I wouldn’t hurt a hair on his head.” Bruce’s face revealed nothing but I knew he realized how serious I was. “You can stay on the defensive or you can hit me and knock the blade outta my hand. Your call.”

“I think you know the answer to that.”

I shook my head. “No fun playing with you. No matter; I would hate to ruin such a nice sweater anyway.” I turned my back and stepped outta the ring, all eyes on me as I grabbed my things from the bench and went back into the locker room. Everything went back to normal after I cleared the room. I straddled the bench and did some post workout stretching, trying to think of the other errands I needed to run after I showered at home. The hairs stood on my neck and before I knew it I whipped around and hurled the blade as fast as I could. It went through a locker door and slowly Bruce stepped from behind it.

“So you could sense me…”

“Maybe. Maybe not.” I grinned to myself. Truthfully I didn’t sense him behind me in the ring. This time I saw his reflection for a tiny second in the locker room mirror and just reacted quickly enough where it may have seemed I could feel him behind me.

“That was going to split my face open.”

“Then you should be proud of your reflexes. Besides, I said it was your sweater that I didn’t wanna ruin.”

“Instead you settle for ruining property.”

“Add it to your list of fixes, I’m sure you can cover it. What was it you said back there? You’re rich?” I spun around on the wooden bench to face him. “Why wouldn’t you fight back?”

“It wouldn’t have been fair. I’ve been at this way longer than you, Y/N. And frankly, I didn’t want to embarrass you.”

I scoffed. “Geez, I didn’t know you were actually this full of yourself.”

“Just being honest-”

“-I’ve taken down far worse than you, Bruce,” I reminded him as I stood and made my way to stand face to face with the man. “My opponent underestimating me for being smaller and a woman is ironically my biggest strength. It’d be wise of you to remember that.”

“I never underestimate my opponent and I always expect the unexpected. Luckily, you aren’t my opponent.”

“I’m not?”

“Of course not. We’re on the same team. We fight the same bad guys, just not the same way.”

“That��s putting it mildly.” I was over this little visit and training was a bust. I packed my things into my backpack and closed my locker. “Until our next run in, Batty,” I said waving him off behind me.

“Wait- You don’t want this?” I turned to see him pulling the knife from the locker door and chuckled, continuing my exit.

“You keep it. I got one on the other leg too if you want a matching set.”

#request #bruce wayne x reader

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carissaspiring · 7 years

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Dude I’m sorry I just. Got shit running through my mind and I don’t know exactly where to put it but I don’t want it In Here so I’m just writing this out on my stupid ass lil blog. It’s really long (possibly triggering? Just stuff I’m frustrated with lately. Talking about general size/ weight without numbers, restricting and the false comfort of it. Not sure what else could trigger other than maybe just underlying negativity but absolutely don’t feel obligated to read this.) so sorry for the scrolling Lol.

So okay. When I started losing weight I was very big and that was just like. The general consensus. I was just big. And I was okay with it for the most part? I’d already pretty much worked through and gotten past the idea of my weight making me unattractive and unlovable and all that and I would generally have told you how anything suggesting that is utter bullshit and idk I just didn’t care about how it made me look all that much? What DID bother me I think, without me even realizing suuuper consciously, was the assumptions people would make about the way I lived just by looking at my body. Like around the time the restricting started, I was being called lazy, unmotivated, selfish, “never going to make it on your own”, and “you contribute nothing” on the daily. The insults weren’t about my weight, just that in general, i sucked and couldn’t do anything for myself. Kinda starts making you feel powerless…..and..out of control and ding ding ding hELLO RESTRICTING. That’s exactly what so many people say restriction gives them. A sense of control. That’s exactly what it gave me and of COURSE that would be appealing to me. And I don’t even know how to explain this but, at first, weight loss was not the direct goal even? The actual goal was to just..restrict. Like I wanted to “test my limits” and just prove to myself that I was capable of doing something hard. But of course that does result in weight loss. And…. I really started liking that. My entire life I’ve always wished to be thinner even if I wasn’t actively pursuing it. “I need to lose weight” was just a phrase I always identified with similar to having blue eyes. So I guess it felt good that I was making things happen for myself for once. Kind of a sense of doing the impossible because I never had faith in myself that I’d be able to lose that much weight ever. But ANYWAY. In the beginning, appearance wasn’t too much of a concern, I never expected I’d get down to even this weight, definitely didn’t think I’d ever get “skinny.” Just wasn’t my issue, but maaan. I can not tear my mind away from the fact that even after everything I’ve put myself through..I’m still big. Less big. But big. And it bothers me SO MUCH. Like everyone says how much better I look now and I look “healthy” and that’s just fuckin weird idk. Like ok cool, glad u don’t think I’m hideous anymore, thanks, but uhhhhhh. I..am literally….starving. Not exactly sure how I’ve achieved the healthy look through that lmao. Sometimes it feels nice to hear that and other times it feels like..fuck it really DOES NOT matter what the hell I put myself through so long as it makes me look the way I’m “supposed to.” Also add in the part where I don’t even agree that my body looks good. At all. Like I guess I just see myself as obese still even though I’m not and that’s a super weird feeling. But everyone says I look good now and I should start maintaining now and they basically act like I’m supposed to just take their opinions as my own and just go with what THEY think is ideal and it bothers me. Like I KNOW i have to do CERTAIN things with my body just for health and I get that, but I don’t like people telling me when my body is at Peak Attractiveness because like..It’s never fucking MATTERED what I want for my body has it?? When I was obese, I didn’t hate my body as much as I do now. I didn’t change my appearance for myself. I LEARNED to hate my body and I LEARNED to want to make it ideal and none of it is what I, myself, wanted. So it rubs me wrong when people say “your figure looks so cute now and I think you could stop losing weight now” because, Jesus Christ, thanks for the fucking permission you asshole, and honestly I didn’t ask. A simple “oh you’ve lost weight” is acceptable, but just…don’t fucking tell me where you think I should go from here. And I KNOW I can’t lose too much more and stay, like, healthy, but that’s some shit I need to work out myself. I never ever in my wildest dreams thought there was even the slightest possibility that I could EVER become underweight, and at this point, I’m not, but like I’m starting to see I can’t just….Keep losing weight forever. Soon enough there’s going to be nothing left to lose and that’s kind of hard to deal with. My entire life has become a stupid fucking Weight Loss Journey™ and I have sacrificed soooo much in the process and…when I don’t have anymore left to lose..like..what happens? Weight loss has literally become my life. I gave up everything for this and I have no solid answers for who I am or what I stand for like I used to. Weight loss is what I have. So I’m scrambling just trying to figure out what I’m going to do? It’s been my whole world and when that’s gone..?? What am I left with? I gave up way too much and I will be left empty at the end. I don’t exactly want there to be an end, but I’m already in treatment and I highly highly highly doubt they would ever allow my weight to go too low without hospitalizing me so it’s not even a realistic possibility and plus, I could not be more sick of living like this. Weight Loss Journey™ is supposed to be that stupid shit your annoying aunt posts about on Facebook with stuff about apple cider vinegar and gluten free muffins. It’s not supposed to actually be your life. I lost my identity and I don’t even use the eating disorder as an identity because just. Something this dumb can NOT count as an identity. I won’t let it. It’s seriously JUST FOOD and it should not be this complex. But I basically feel like this void of a human that just floats through the day making calculations around my body and what I put in it. Like a machine but it has the ability to WORRY about its calculations. So a giant mistake on the part of some scientist basically is what I am. I just miss feeling things. Like. People things. My emotions anymore are basically able to be seen from MyFitnessPal logs and nothing is ever more than anxiety around numbers. Like, god please, just..let me worry about something normal. I want to feel things. I want my mind to be able to be on something other than this. It’s all that ever runs through my mind and I. CANT. STOP. IT. I feel so entirely out of control and @myself when I started this shit, let me tell ya. This did not make me in control. I’m just out of control in a different way now and a more dangerous way. And god damn it, I wish I knew how to make the numbers stop. I hate math. I hate math. I hate math. This is not who I’m supposed to be. Can’t shake the feeling that something is deeply wrong. I mean, something IS deeply wrong so it makes sense but yeah. That’s all.

#personal #sorry this is so long omg #there's no actual point to this I just needed to get that out #probably nobody will read this but that is okay #the void is a good listener #tw: ed thoughts #tw: ed #tw: weight loss #ed recovery #op

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remeny-writes · 6 years

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Roses are red, Violets are Adored (Viadore/Katlaska/group fic)

As promised! Sorry I've been so neglectful of the story lately but now that my hallowe'en and Christmas fics are out of my system, I can get back to hopefully finish up Roses soon. I am working on an optional epilogue as well and sometimes even though I haven't finished writing the story, I know what's gonna happen so I write the epilogue for a bit.

If you are happening across my tumblr for the first time because of the fic exchange or just because then WELCOME! If you enjoy massively HUGE (192k+ words and still going) fics with angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, love and a lil sprinkle of paranormal phenomenon that is written with a lot of details, YOU HAVE FOUND THE RIGHT PLACE. The easiest way to read Roses is to go here to my AO3!

Happy Christmas/Chanukkah/Yule/Kwanza/Holiday Monday to you and yours! Stay safe and remember, if you don't have supportive family, we get to make our own. You are valid. Your pronouns are important. Your sexuality is not up for debate. You are loved.

Love n Glitter,

Remény

Phi Phi’s POV

I love the post-show euphoria, fresh off a meet and greet with the best Phans anywhere. The feeling of contentment that you are living your dream. The adrenaline rush was unlike anything else, I hummed to myself as I quickly changed into some more comfortable clothes. I noticed my phone lit up as I pulled my makeup wipes out of my bag. I frowned as I read Pearl’s angry and mis-spelt text.

Pearl - U told Katya? Do yuo WANT me t kill you? She’s gona tell Alaska who can’t keep anythng from her bestie Sharon! And after I’m done killing you, FAME IS GOIN TO KLIL YOU!

I angrily typed in:

Me- Pearl! I didn’t tell ANYONE! I promised I wouldn’t!! I PROMISED! I wouldn’t do that to her! I have no idea what you are talking about!

Pearl - BULLSHIT! Katya texted me that she knew what happened and that Fame didn’t fall!

I jabbed in a response as I stood up and stalked around the room, looking for the skinny Russian queen and her even skinnier Alien boyfriend, getting more livid by the moment.

Me- Did Katya SAY I told her?! Because she hasn’t even SPOKEN 2 words to me tonight!!

And then the three dancing dots appeared, knowing Pearl was formulating a much larger response to ream my ass out for something I didn’t do, I stalked out the side door to see if Katya was out smoking.

Sure enough, Katya was there with her head back mid-laugh while Alaska gazed at her annoyingly adoringly. They stopped when they saw me steaming from the ears in the doorway.

“Oh heeeyy Pheephs!” Alaska greeted me in an unnaturally high voice as she feigned innocence. “How ya doing?”

“Well...you see...I just got my ass handed to me by Pearl for something I didn’t do.” I spat out, punctuating my words by jabbing the cell phone clenched in my hand in their direction.

“Listen, Jeremi…” Katya started, putting her hands out.

“Oh DON’T ‘listen Jeremi’ me! I promised I wouldn’t say anything and now Pearl is PISSED at me! Even if I didn’t say anything, you KNOW how Pearl is. She’s gonna fucking close up again and it’s going to be YOUR FUCKING FAULT!!”

“JER STOP!!” I heard Alaska plead and felt a hand on my shoulder. Alaska’s hand. My hand was clenched around a fistful of a scared looking Katya’s Tshirt. How did I get to this? I let it go and stumbled backwards, landing on my ass and putting my face in my hands and bursting into loud, messy tears. My phone clattering to the ground. I stiffened momentarily when Alaska wrapped her arm around me, sitting beside me. I felt Katya sit on the other side of me, placing my phone on my leg.

“I...I’m sorry Kat.”

“Hey, hey, it’s ok! You’re ok. We are all going to be ok! Fame too.” Katya murmured, “I’m going to text Pearl now, I’ll get this all straightened out, I promise.” Katya frantically started tapping away with her thumbs.

I nodded mutely. I can’t believe I lost my temper like that. All this stuff with Fame and Pearl was digging up the rage that bubbled barely under the surface some days. Usually, aside from bitchy comments, I was able to keep my shit in check but I was so damn tired, which totally didn't help with my shoddy impulse control. I breathed in through my nose and out through my mouth, keeping my eyes closed but letting my hands fall into my lap.

“Phi Phi come here.” Alaska said, trying to pull me towards her chest. “I said come here you. You’re shaking!” Alaska fretted, pulling her sweater off and draping it over my shoulders, she wiggled closer to me and pulled my stiff body in. I finally relented, putting my head on her shoulder and leaning into her. I started crying again, I wasn't even sure what I was crying about. Kat was going to sort it out. Pearl has to forgive me. I didn’t DO anything!

Katya reached over and linked her arm with mine. Her phone dinged and it made me jump. Then my phone dinged making all three of us huddled together jump.

Pearl - It seems I’ve been fucking misinformed. Sorry Pheefs! I really am. Can you please swear the Russian and the Alien to secrecy? Tell them to keep it quiet if they don’t wish to die a slow and painful death from evisceration with a rusty spoon wielded by one pissed off drag queen.

I burst out with a little giggle and typed in

Me - Gee thanks so much for that mental image lol I’ll tell them. How’s Fame? Are you ok?

Pearl - You’re welcome! Police came, were absolutely no help, I’ll explain it all later. Fame’s conked out, they gave her some pain meds and had to give her anti-anxiety meds because the police got her all riled up. I’m tired but fine. Just remembering shit I don’t really want to.

Me - I will get a ride over there after I ditch the Russian and Alien and then you can go back to the hotel and have a rest. Did they say if she’d be released or admitted tonight yet?

Pearl - They haven’t said anything!! It’s driving me fucking bonkers! You don’t have to come over, you worked tonight, I just sat here. I’ll be fine although I may sneak out to have a smoke but with my luck, if I did, that would be when the Dr would fucking come in so I better stay here. It can’t be that bad because the MRI was done HOURS ago, if it was bad, they’d be in here.

Me - too bad, I’ll be there in 15, you’re stuck with me. Muah hah hah ha! Maybe the Dr will come in while I’m on my way?!

Pearl - LOL you are something Pheefs, ever the optimist! If you insist on coming (and you REALLY don’t have to) can you bring me a phone charger if you have one in your drag bag please? And I’m sorry again, I feel like they tricked me. I will take care of Katya, just tell them NOT to tell anyone, be VERY clear you mean ANYONE and specifically say that includes Sharon!

Me - I will. I’ll see you soon. It’s ok, I would be mad too, I understand. I’m just glad your wrath will be directed at them not me anymore! Lol!

I put my phone face down on my knee and looked from one queen to the other. “Ok, I have been told to tell you,” I said calmly and slowly, “that if you tell ANYONE what you know, that Pearl will disembowel you with a rusty spoon.” They both made squidgy faces as I turned to point my finger into Alaska’s chest, “and she said to specifically say that ANYONE includes Sharon fucking Needles! But tell abso-fucking-lutely no one if you wish to keep Pearl from going all homicidal homo on your asses.”

Katya let out a wheezy bark of laughter. “Sorry! Ha homicidal homo...that’s a good one Pheefs!” Alaska started laughing too and I joined in.

After a few minutes of us cackling, Alaska gave me a little squeeze and let go. “Are you coming back with us? I’m going to order an uber or something.”

“No, I’ll get one on my own, I’m gonna go relieve Pearl for a little bit so she can have a cigarette, maybe convince her to go back to the hotel. She sounds like she’s climbing the walls over there.”

“We could come with you and keep you guys company? How’s Fame doing?” Katya offered.

I shook my head, shrugging off Alaska’s sweater and trying to give it to her, she wouldn’t let me though and draped it over my shoulders again. “No, I’ll go by myself, I’m sure they are just in a little tiny room. Pearl said Fame was sleeping anyway so I don’t think we should wake her, especially if she has the good drugs in her system and isn’t in as much pain.” I said with a little chuckle.

“At least I’m glad she’s resting now.” Katya said, chewing on her bottom lip. "I'm so sorry that Pearl got mad at you, I should have used my brain."

"It's ok, it's just...Pearl has grown so much, I'd hate to see her close in on herself again. She's gonna need to be able to talk with people, especially if something...uh...happens with Violet." A pang of pain went through my heart, I know that Vi's tests came back that they were beating this beast but I couldn't help worrying. Cancer is so damn unpredictable.

"Hey, hey, Vi's gonna be ok." Katya reassured me, rubbing my back. I just nodded.

Alaska ordered us both ubers, I grabbed my wallet and charger from my drag bag and sent the rest back with them. There was no reason to lug 15 pounds of makeup and pads to the hospital and back.

The hospital was pretty big but the uber driver dropped me off at the emergency entrance, I hesitated outside the nurses window. What was Fame's last name again? I couldn't very well walk up and say I was here to see a patient named Kurtis. I was just about to text Pearl when I remembered.

I pulled the curtain back slowly, peeking in but not stepping in yet. Pearl was dozing in the armchair. I sucked in a small gasp of air at the sight of Fame. Something about seeing her in a hospital bed, in a gown with an IV, her head lolled to the side. A giant oxygen mask obscured half of her face, large purple circles under her eyes. She was pale which made the purple and blue bruises on her face stand out in stark contrast. It somehow made what happened to her more real and I felt a surge of anger at the assholes that did that to her.

I paused in the doorway, I didn't want to make any noise. Pearl grimaced and ground her teeth in her sleep, I winced at the grating noise. At least she was getting a few minutes of sleep in. I could hear a gurney rolling down the hall and took a few tiny steps into the room. Pearl's head snapped up, eyes wide as she took in her surroundings until she saw me, she quickly pasted on a smile but it didn't reach her haunted looking eyes.

I quickly walked over as she stood up, I pulled her into a hug and couldn't help but notice the tremble running through her body and into mine. "Hey there you." I said softly.

"Hey," she whispered and cleared her throat.

"Y'ok?" It was a stupid question and I immediately kicked myself for it, "sorry dumb question."

She sank back down in the chair, lacing her fingers together and staring down at them like they were the most interesting thing in the world. I crouched down, she momentarily flinched when I put my hand on her knee but quickly recovered. "I'm not ok Pheefs, I'm far from ok. I'm so tired." She whispered brokenly, bowing her head down. I knew she didn't mean that she was physically tired, although I'm sure she was, I knew in my gut that she meant that bone crushing emotional weariness that comes from the energy it takes to keep going, to keep the walls up to protect your heart at all costs, even from yourself at times.

"I know you are babe, I'm so proud you can admit that you aren't ok, that you feel safe enough and trust me enough to admit that means the world to me." My voice cracked with emotion.

She looked up at me, tears were in her eyes but they didn't fall as she said seriously, "I will always trust you Jer. You are one of my very best friends and I don't know what I would have done without you these past few weeks with everything that has happened."

"What happened with the police?" If I thought I was mad before, it was nothing to the rage I felt after she told me, my hands balled into fists. I couldn't blame Fame for not wanting to bother reliving it but it made me furious that the fuckheads who did this to her wouldn't pay! I didn't get much of a chance to respond since Fame stirred and let out a little whimper.

Pearl hopped up and dashed around me and pulled Fame's hand into hers. "It's ok Kurtis, I'm here. You're safe. I got you Kurt. No leave that on please." Pearl replaced the mask back on Fame's face and captured both of Fame's hands in hers to prevent her from doing it again. It took Fame a few moments to wake up enough to stop struggling to pull her hands from Pearl's as Pearl continued to reassure her that she was safe. Fame seemed to calm, closing her eyes again.

"I'm going to go see if I can get an update." I couldn't just sit there doing nothing. I went out to the nurses desk, drumming my fingers on the countertop as I waited for someone to come by.

"Can I help you?" The nurse looked up from her stack of papers and then did a double take, she smiled, "hey, aren't you Phi Phi O'Hara?"

"Guilty as charged." I joked with a little grin back.

"Are you ok? I just got here and I'm playing catch up," she waved a hand at the stack of clipboards and paper-laden file folders, she frowned, "are you sick? What can I do?"

"I'm fine, Fame is here and she's not so fine. Pearl and I were wondering when we would get to talk to the Dr and if we could take her back to the hotel tonight."

"Oh Fame and Pearl are here too? I'm sorry Fame isn't well, I know the doctor just got here too, let me go check with her. I'll be right back." She rifled through the files for a minute til she found one that had Kurtis Dam-Mikelson on the front and took off to the back. She was gone for maybe 5 minutes, she came out with a troubled look on her face and I knew she had read what happened to Fame, I hoped she wouldn't tell anyone. "So Dr Fisher will be in in about 5 minutes, it's a safe bet you'll be able to take her home with you...well back to the hotel."

I smiled, "when you travel as much as we do, our home is each other instead of a place."

"Aww that's lovely. Ok well tell Fame I hope she feels better. I'm so sorry about what happened to her! Now, you might want to prepare her that a counsellor will probably want to talk to her before she goes, it's policy in cases of violent crimes. Oh I feel so bad!" She had tears in her eyes, "sorry, I'm not usually all emotional like this, I just feel like you guys are like...like friends...like I know you."

I echoed my statement from earlier that I had said to Pearly, "hey, it's ok to not be ok!" I gave her a lame little pat on the back and walked away. It wasn't that her words or display of emotion bothered me, I just wanted to get back to Fame and Pearly. I didn't know if they had eaten since the pizza this afternoon, I mean Fame was asleep but Pearl hadn't had more than half a piece of pizza all day that I had noticed. I doubted that she had left Fame's side to seek out food or water.

Well I thought Fame was asleep until I heard her raised voice, I wondered if the police had made their way back into the room. I pulled the curtain aside and ducked, narrowly avoiding my head coliding with the mug Fame had just thrown at a startled looking young woman with a hospital ID that said Deena Dale and then Psychologist Resident in smaller letters. She ducked and the mug shattered against the wall behind us.

#Roses #RaRVaA #remeny #rpdr fanfic #RPDR #phi phi o'hara #pearl liaison #miss fame

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