#distracted in microbio | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

imhereformysciencefriends · 5 years

Text

@allurashipweek

Day 1: Angel/Goddess

Rating: Explicit

Content warnings: sexual content, alcohol ment.

“Did it hurt, when you fell from heaven?” Matt joked, aiming to get a laugh out of the astoundingly beautiful woman at the bar.

“Oh I didn’t fall, I’m just visiting,” she said, looking up from her soda. He watched her give him a one over—his video game t-shirt but nice jacket, long hair pulled into a new ponytail in an attempt to make himself look a little less messy. She seemed to find him acceptable, which was the most he could hope for, in this kind of scenario.

“Visiting?” Matt asked, laughing himself, “How’s the weather down here?”

“Much more lively than in heaven; I like the wind we’ve been getting.”

Matt laughed again, well and deeply charmed, and held out a hand. “I’m Matt.”

“Allura,” she said, taking it. A fitting name, he thought.

“Game of pool?” Matt asked, jerking a thumb to the quarters-to-play pool table underneath a Budweiser lamp. Allura looked curious, perking up a bit, and nodded, picking up her drink.

“I’ve never played, but I know the gist of it,” she said, walking to the cue sticks while Matt plugged quarters into the slots and sent the balls rolling out. “You pick either stripes or solids, and try to get all of yours in the holes before your opponent gets theirs. But the eight ball has to go last.”

“Exactly,” Matt affirmed, setting the balls into the triangle. “You got a preference?”

“Hmm, stripes.”

“Sweet,” he said, grabbing a stick of his own. He dug out one more quarter and tossed it, then covered the coin with his hand once he’d caught it. “Call it.”

“I’ll call heads.”

Matt looked, and it was tails. As he got the cue ball into position for the break, he struck up idle conversation.

“So, Allura, what do you do?”

“I’m something like a mix between a secretary and a messenger. Never a dull moment. You?”

“I’m a microbiologist at NASA,” Matt said with pride, sending the balls skittering over the table, “Did a stint in mechanical engineering and software programming before I finally found what I wanted in microbio.”

“That’s quite impressive. I didn’t know NASA had microbiologists,” Allura said, leaning over the pool table in a way that was decidedly bad form. It was like she’d only seen people play pool in sexy pinup magazines; which on one hand was very nice for Matt’s eyes but on the other was not going to be good for her ability to win or Matt’s ability to keep his thoughts respectful.

“NASA has a lot of things,” Matt said, trying really, really hard not to look at the way her cleavage swelled in her dress, “You know, it’s easier if you, uh, don’t stand exactly like that.”

Allura stood straight again, but also removed her cue stick from the table. “You’re good at this?”

Matt shrugged a little, feeling kinda flustered. “I’m okay. My old man says a master pool player should know five moves ahead of his next turn but uh,” Matt laughed, somewhat nervous, “I’m no master. I’m decent, though. Win about as many games as I lose.”

Allura bit her lip, which was very pretty, and beckoned Matt over to her. “Show me how to do this, then?”

“Sure! So, you line up with your ball like so,” Matt said, demonstrating with his own cue stick. Allura eyed him with an unreadable expression for a moment, then grabbed him by the elbow.

“Here, help me. Like this?” she asked as she placed his hand on her waist, and then bent to aim at the cue ball. Matt felt his face heat up, but pressed boldly onward, guiding her in a hands-on way.

“Yeah, but hold your stick like this,” Matt directed, distracted by her thick hair and how nice she smelled and the fact that her skin was really, really soft where he braced her wrist. “There you go.”

Allura struck the cue ball and sank three stripes. Matt whistled. “Quick learner.”

“Thanks,” Allura said, “So, NASA?”

“It’s fun,” Matt said as he watched her line up again. He kept his eyes on her hair and not her very large breasts, which looked all but ready to fall out of her dress when she bent over, “I work pretty close to my mom, who’s the head botanist there. My whole family works at NASA, actually, dad’s one of the head engineers there, it’s how he and mom met. Now I’m recently employed and my little sibling is an intern.”

“Aw, that’s so nice!” Allura said, “A whole, family thing, that’s adorable.” She sounded genuinely charmed, and it made Matt smile.

“Yeah, it’s great. We’re all really close, and also really busy, so it works out well for us all to work together at the same place. I don’t think I’d ever see my parents, otherwise. Pidge drops in on my apartment randomly, though, so I see them around.”

Matt lined up for his turn and managed to sink one of his solids. “What’s your family like?”

“Hm. Well, I respect my father immensely, but don’t speak directly to him often. My siblings and I sometimes get along, sometimes don’t.”

“Yeah?”

“Matt, as much as I enjoy hearing you talk about your family, I’d prefer not to speak of mine.”

“Oh, sorry, okay,” Matt said, missing his next shot. “Didn’t mean to step on any toes. What are your hobbies?”

Allura brightened visibly, and Matt felt his heart ka-thump. “I love singing. I also garden a little, but singing is easily my favorite pastime.”

“Hey that’s awesome! Sing something?”

“Maybe later; I’d prefer not to draw a crowd,” Allura said with a wink. Matt laughed, watching her sink two more stripes.

“That good, or just cheeky?”

“What can I say? I’m a spectacle.”

“I’d say!”

Matt and Allura played the game, Allura doing very, very, very well, and Matt had a nice time, he did. He honestly did. Just. By the time Allura sunk the eight ball, he felt like he hadn’t actually gotten any solid information about her. She was charming, but all he actually knew was that she liked singing and gardened a little, meanwhile he’d spoken plenty about himself, at her prompting. It gave a pretty stark impression that she was maybe not that interested in him.

Which, okay, that was totally fine. A game of pool and a friendly conversation with a beautiful woman was not a bad way to strike out, as far as Matt was concerned. So he didn’t think he’d actually get her number, that was fine. It had still been a fun evening.

“So, any plans for tonight?” Matt asked, ever the optimist, but not with high expectations.

“Oh, nothing much,” Allura said blithely, smiling at Matt as she placed her cue stick back on the rack and propped her hip against the table. “My plans were just to come out to a bar, find myself a nice, deeply unthreatening man, and then get absolutely railed by him.”

Allura looked directly at Matt’s frozen, gaping face. “I found myself a highly suitable candidate. You?”

Not strike out. Not anything even close to striking out. Holy shit. When Matt gathered his jaw up off the floor, he begged, positively pleaded with his brain to say something even vaguely intelligent or witty. Please.

“My plans were to make a total idiot out of myself in front of a pretty girl,” Matt said with a nervous chuckle. “How’m I doing?”

Allura laughed, then got closer. “Not as badly as you could,” she assured. She placed her hand delicately on Matt’s forearm and he swallowed hard. “I like talking with you, Matt, and I liked playing pool with you. You’re just about the only man I’ve met that didn’t try to buy me alcohol or stare down my tits, despite my increasingly obvious attempts to get you to do so.”

“I mean, if you want a drink I can—”

“My tits, Matt. I want you to look at them.”

“Oh.”

So he looked. They were really, really nice breasts. His brain, the thing he was the most proud of out of all his attributes, was firmly shut down. Matt’s buffering, try pausing and coming back later. Call the factory, they’ll get back to you in five to seven business days.

“Matt?” Allura asked, and his eyes snapped back up to her face like he’d been doing something he wasn’t supposed to, despite the fact that she’d literally told him she wanted him to. “What would you like to do?”

“Uh, I think, maybe, take you home and,” he was bright red, “absolutely rail you?”

Allura grinned and Matt felt his heart thump loudly. He got to show her his car, an old escape that made kinda funky noises on long trips but was a pride and joy for him nonetheless. Allura liked that he had named his car Florence, after the singer, because Florence was an actual bona fide goddess.

“She does have a certain quality to her, doesn’t she?” Allura agreed.

Because she was lovely and brilliant and prepared, Allura had condoms with her, and Matt could hardly believe this was all actually, really happening. He had an astoundingly beautiful woman in his apartment, about to have sex with him? Holy shit.

Her bra even matched her underwear.

“Matt,” Allura said, and alluring wasn’t enough to even begin to describe it. She sat perched on his bed, which he—thank all fuck—had actually made that morning. “Come here.”

Matt held frozen with his fly undone and pants halfway down his thighs, then kicked them off entirely and lurched over to the bed. Allura laughed and cradled his face in her hands, and then kissed him. She took the lead, getting his boxers off and rolling the condom on while she kissed him. Meanwhile, it was everything he could do just trying not to make a total tool out of himself, hands fumbling and inexperienced as they touched her actual real life thighs and hips and even her breasts—after she took his hands and moved them there.

“Wow,” Matt breathed, staring starstruck at his own two hands on her pretty, pretty tits. He remained starstruck even as she leaned forward and started kissing his neck, her own hands expertly maneuvering her panties off. Then her hands were on his hips, and then the world was tilting, and she was on her back and his knees were between her legs and holy fuck it was actually happening.

In his defense, he really did try to absolutely rail her. But he wasn’t the most athletic and far from the most experienced, and she ended up having to guide him a lot. He was also really, really focused on not blowing his load two seconds in, because fuck Allura was one sexy lady.

“Matt,” Allura gasped, her head thrown back and gorgeous neck exposed, breasts heaving with her chest, “Matt, I’m going to come soon.”

Achievement unlocked said the goblin that lived inside his brain. “What can I do?” Matt asked around his labored breathing. Then the world spun again and he got the wind gently knocked out of him as his back hit the mattress, Allura now straddling his waist.

“Just like this,” she moaned, and that was about all it took for Matt to orgasm himself, gasping with hands on her extraordinarily gorgeous thighs. She rode him hard as he came, hair bouncing and fingernails digging into his chest, and with a cry she came not long after, her wings unfurling in a sudden rush and her halo beaming with light.

Matt was just a tiny bit too orgasm-blitzed to fully process that in the moments it happened, and when she was done coming the wings snapped back in and the halo blinked out of sight.

“What was…” Matt gasped out, blinking in confusion. Allura tilted her head, hair spilling messily over her shoulder and a lock of it in her face, which she tucked behind her ear.

“Never had an orgasm before?” she asked teasingly.

“No, no, I know what that is, I meant…” Matt gestured to where the wings had been, then realized how absolutely silly it would sound to say out loud. “Nevermind. Did you know that when you come you look really, uh, angelic?”

Allura laughed and got up on shaking legs, then flopped down at Matt’s side. “Mmm, thank you,” she said warmly, cuddling in. He wrapped his arms around her eagerly, wanting to be held, but also, just in case, rubbing his hands over the skin of her back. Flawless, smooth skin, without any bumps except for her spine.

“Wow,” Matt said, unable to get the hallucination out of his brain, but also coming down from a very excellent orgasm.

“I agree,” Allura hummed, her own hands stroking idly through Matt’s long hair.

“So, can I have your phone number?” Matt asked hopefully, and Allura laughed brightly before telling him yes.

#Allura #Matt #Mallura #VLD #allurashipweek2019 #lemon #my writing #haro writes #me #haro #VT #nonbinary pidge ftw

10 notes · View notes

stevenhyd · 7 years

Text

i only just got done with my microbiology notes n im already slacking and stuck on youtube :/

#i care so little about my education its almost crazy #the first hour i was doin so great like ?? i wasnt distracted at all #and then i started on my microbio notes n i just died #this shit is HARD

1 note · View note

cwyptocuwwency · 5 years

Text

One of my biggest personal problems with lower level classes is that I often think the person is asking me a way more difficult/higher-level-conceptual question than they really are and I skip right past the answer they want trying to come up with something more compelling. It’s especially bad if something leads me to believe I didn’t fully understand the question—if I was distracted partway through it, if the wording is weird, etc.

My microbio prof trips this issue almost constantly in her 194 question homework packet that’s due on Thursday. And I know it’s all just that the questions are badly worded and that literally every other question is super basic and simple and directly from the PowerPoints so the questions I don’t understand are too, but I don’t know what she wants and I hate it.

#hyphensunn

1 note · View note

weirdponytail · 6 years

Text

A short break in fanfiction

Hey you lot!

So, my uni classes start back up on Monday. In the meantime I’m going out, getting supplies, patching up my backpack, putting stuff together and reading through the first few chapters of my textbooks. So I’m a bit distracted from writing. I promise I do have some bits and bobs in the works, but right now I gotta prep for my first semester as a geology student instead of a microbio student. :D

Sorry about that! But I WILL be posting on tumblr in this time. So keep an eye out! :D

1 note · View note

jungblue · 7 years

Text

splinter (m)

» pairing: jungkook x reader

» genre: angst, non-explicit smut / college au

» word count: 6,518

» description: Perhaps in their last moments together, the pieces won’t seem so broken. That maybe even with their jaded hearts they can salvage some replica of what it all once was.

» note: there are mentions of cheating in this story

People love to talk about the ‘what ifs.’

What if they had just kept going, what if they had chosen a different path, what if things had just gone the way they had so desperately wanted them to? Humans torture themselves with these thoughts, all while urgently grappling at the threads of their memories that led to the fork in the road where things went awry. They ponder them tirelessly, wondering if they could’ve done something different, only to realize in the end that it didn’t matter because what was done was done. It was that simple, yet again, people still loved to talk, ponder, and torture themselves with the possibility of what if — However, in your personal experience, there was something much worse.

There was a sub-group of sorts to the what-ifs, called the ‘almosts.’ Almosts are burning flames of misery because they tease you by getting so heartbreakingly close to what you wanted. They were in your reach, resting on the tip of your tongue, only to dissipate before you could swallow it down and make it yours.

So yeah, you weren’t a fan of the-almosts. But what you were even less keen on was being in the same room as your almost, the thread of memories making the air thick as it wrapped its way around your throat.

Because perhaps buried deep within the thumping bass, spilled liquor, and dimmed lights of every college party, you might just be able to find yourself a love story… Of course, it might not be perfect, far from perfect actually, but really what love story ever is? However, at that age, or more specifically at that time in someone’s life, mistakes seem to be abundant. The factors are endless, so plentiful in fact that they pile on top of one another until this supposed love story — splinters.

The fragments lay in a million pieces, each one telling their own little story of how it all ended.

Laid strewn at the forefront of that pile of broken pieces was the shard branded hormones. Those vibrant sensations that make your vision go blurry and judgment turn haywire. Those pesky little things that when mixed with alcohol make you forget all about that guy or girl you’re really into… That guy or girl that you’ve been dating for three months — that guy or girl that deserved way better than a fresh out of high school kid that didn’t know how to handle their fireball mixed with an empty bedroom upstairs at a party.

Next is that gleaming shard of freedom. It burns bright. The second you step foot onto that college campus miles upon miles away from people telling you what to do, how to act, or where to stay, your tolerance for limitations shifts. Being held down to any given place, any given idea, or any given person, it causes a flight response. The body wanting to maintain its newfound freedom, relieving itself of the hindrance to their fresh independence. Plus, having the ability to run from your problems without a choir to comment isn’t exactly helpful either. So combine all of that, and maybe it results in some runaway act of studying abroad for a semester to convolute the feelings of guilt and love with culture shock and ample amounts of bodies… Yeah, that definitely puts a pause on things.

Another piece laying sound in the graveyard is that dingy, jagged shard reflecting the uncertainty of the future. That constant pressure that bombards you saying: if you haven’t made a dent in the path towards your goal by the time you’re twenty-five then you’re falling behind. This reality (even if it is false) sets in maybe three years down the line. Tailgating loses its taste, the library becomes your home even more so than it had been before, and your time for connections and relationships downsizes to the point of not even trying… Not even trying when that guy or girl is really making an attempt to reconcile with you, and even though your heart wants it, your millennial mind says there’s no time for that now, at least nothing serious — maybe after medical school, because somewhere along the line our lives turned into planning how much fun our lives will be once X, Y, and Z happens some odd years down the road.

It’s these, along with many other fragments, that lay in a messy array around the relationship. Some are tiny and seemingly insignificant pieces, however once the micro aggressions start to build, they inevitably become one larger section of the puzzle. Some of the remains are large and shiny, others dirty and defiled. It’s all a shattered mess of emotions and incidents, but if you can somehow manage to pick up the pieces and realign the edges, then just maybe you can still see the beauty in what it all once was.

— Or at the very least, that was what seemed to be happening in the back corner of that one college party with thumping bass, spilled liquor, and dimmed lights, where imperfect love stories sometimes go to simmer or just maybe rekindle.

He was posted over your body, drinks in hand as you both tentatively sipped at the poison. Jungle juice flowed comfortably in your veins until in the slight halo, the two of you could see the shadows of what you once were four years ago when you had first met in the backyard of (again) some college party from freshman year. And maybe if you both squinted, you could try and pretend like you weren’t able to see the wear and tear that all of the lying, cheating, running, and just plain fuckery the fruits of your immature years had done to one another.

“But really, how’ve you been?” He asked a few minutes into the conversation, biting nervously at the rim of his plastic cup.

He was biting nervously because what he really wanted to ask was something along the lines of: How have you been since I told you I still loved you eight months ago and you shut me down because even though you did want to be with me again, you also apparently got a B and C in anatomy and microbio while we were going through our shit, and that was I guess a disastrous blow to your ten year plan?

“I’ve… I’ve been,” You settled on with a fake laugh of sorts because even the false oasis of alcohol couldn’t seem to wash your worries away completely.

It was a fake laugh of sorts because what you really wanted to say was something along the lines of: I’ve been pretty shit and unhappy since I told you I couldn’t get back together with you eight months ago even though I was still really in love with you, and even though honestly I shouldn’t have been after everything we’ve fucked up on.

Jungkook simply snorted in response. “Same.”

“It really has been a while though. Haven’t really seen you out — well I haven’t really been out, so that’s probably why.”

The past few months had been some of the most stressful of your entire life. No time for fun or distractions, which was the reason for your cop out of an excuse to Jungkook back then: It’s just not good timing for us right now. Or just in general, you would now add after having months to sleep on the conversation.

“No, I haven’t really been going out lately either. Just in a mood, y’know?” He shrugged, sipping his drink to hide the downward turn of his lips.

“Jeon Jungkook, moody? Never would’ve guessed,” You teased from behind your cup to try and lighten the tension, with a glint in your eye, giving the go ahead for the atmosphere to shift. You smiled, he followed, removing his arms from across his chest to show that his guard was lowering, even if only slightly.

“Okay, I admit I can be a bit moody.”

“A bit?” You scoffed playfully. “You sulked for literally an entire week when I accidentally broke your charger that one time, remember?”

“Listen,” He grinned, shifting positions of leaning in slightly more to combat the noise of the party. “I had that charger for like three years, and it had all of these iron man stickers on it from my high school girlfriend. The sentimental value of that charger was top fucking notch.”

“Oh my god,” You chuckled, batting at his chest. “Want me to get you a new one then, so one day when your wife accidentally breaks it you can be sulky and say your college girlfriend gave it to you? Go all sentimental on her ass too.”

“I know you’re mocking me, but yes actually, I would very much like that,” He admitted.

“So I can start you on your way to a freaky ex-girlfriend iron man phone charger collection? I think I’ll have to pass. Guess you’ll just have to find another way to remember me by once the years start to fade that pretty memory of yours.” You tapped playfully at his temple.

Jungkook paused for a moment, a small one, but a pause nonetheless. His tongue running quickly over his teeth as if to give himself a moment to think about whether he should say the words already curling in his lungs — In the end, with the help of light traces of alcohol, the nearing future of more than likely never seeing each other again, and the remaining drops of love flowing through his veins for you, he decided to just go for it.

“Trust me, I’m not gonna need anything extra to remember you by. You’ve made it really easy all on your own.”

You faltered for a moment, that sudden lurch in your chest sending signals to every inch of your body to remind you of just how easy it’s always been to fall back into things with Jungkook. Not sure of how exactly to respond, you laughed, dropping your head slightly as you tapped nervously at your cup.

“Moody sentimentalist meets flirt. It’s quite a trifecta.”

Now you were trying to act stoic, to not let those fuzzy feelings worm their way into the forefront of this conversation that you probably shouldn’t even be having in the first place. You knew better than anyone that all it took was a few slick words or a certain glint from those shiny doe eyes, and your heart would bleed rivers for him. Already, after maybe ten short minutes of simple, light-hearted conversation, you wanted to bask in his entire being. The deprivation of not seeing him for so long, making the relapse all the more tempting.

Jungkook picked up on the change. The slight waver in body language, the tightness of your words, and the nervous tick as you played with the ends of your hair. But your eyes were still staring back at him. They were the same eyes that stared back at him when he’d first met you all of those years ago, making him want to grasp onto anything to remind him of how simple things were in those first few months of meeting one another.

It was late fall and you were shivering outside of this house party that you both managed to end up at. He told you back then that if you stood by this tall ledge of bricks that it would block the wind — Jungkook himself happened to be standing by that particular ledge of bricks. You joined him, and after that things escalated more quickly than either of you intended it to.

Of course, that was a long time ago, but it was the shard of glass in the mirror that started this entire thing, and so he can only reflect on it fondly, even if heavy amounts of pain followed because of it. It was for this reason that even though Jungkook knew he should swallow his words down, save himself from tasting what it was like to be with you once more… But in the end, he just couldn’t.

“Well, I’m a moody sentimentalist meets flirt that’s still really in love with you,” He shrugged. “It’s just in my nature, so what can I do when you’re right here in front of me and moving away soon?”

He shrugged — fucking shrugged as if he’d just told you that he didn’t know which way the goddamn bathroom was, not that he was still in love with you.

He regretted saying it for all of three seconds. He knew that maybe it wasn’t exactly fair to tell you so bluntly when the two of you were having such a casual conversation, and when the most you’ve interacted in the last eight months was through a few simple snaps. But you were moving hundreds of miles away next week to get settled into your new city before you had to drown yourself in medical school. And he only knew that much because of the picture you posted on your story a few days ago. Other than that, if not for the coincidence of showing up at the same party… He might’ve never seen you again. So maybe that thought alone had his judgment turning a bit cloudy.

However, you weren’t even surprised to hear the words as they rolled past his teeth. Instead, you simply ran your tongue against the inside of your cheek, a breathy sigh escaping your throat in defeat as you reached out between the small space separating your bodies. Your fingers picked lightly at the fabric of Jungkook’s t-shirt, gingerly pressing against the muscle that hid beneath.

Your eyes flitted upward, apprehension seeping into your lungs. “Why?”

“Why?” He asked. “Do you mean why do I love you, or why am I a moody, flirty, sentimental… Whatever? Because honestly, they’re both pretty simple. It just… Is.”

His nervous laughter followed. Immediately its vibrations traveled between the particles of dust in the air and straight into your bloodstream, where it festered and grew in a matter of seconds, every part of you wanting to relive the experience of simply being with him — even if it was only one more time.

You sighed deeply, so completely aware of the fact that you shouldn’t do this, but deciding against it anyway. “Come on,” You whispered in defeat, dropping your hand to interlock with his.

Jungkook smiled, knowing all too well that this ending was inevitable whenever the two of you were together. “Any place in mind?” He asked.

You weaved yourselves around the masses of bodies, familiar faces of friends giving the two of you knowing looks as you made your way through the front door together. “Some place where you can be moody, flirty, sentimental, or whatever the hell else, with your hands all over me.”

In the end that place turned out to be lying flat against Jungkook’s bed, his head buried between your legs, the dig of his fingers steadying the quiver of your thighs.

“Fuck, fuck — ahh. R-right there,” You rasped, your heels pressing harshly into his back, willing him to stay in place.

“Feel good?” He murmured between timely strokes of his tongue.

“Yes, so good. Please keep going.”

It had only been a couple of minutes and you already sounded fucking wrecked. Your voice echoed across the walls as your hands gripped at the sheets, Jungkook finding that perfect spot and pace that he seemingly only knew how to entertain.

Jungkook however had to ruin the moment, because again you were leaving, and so he just couldn’t help himself from asking that burning question that he knew had no correct answer, and was simply his hurt ego coming out to play.

“Better than that dude you cheated on me with freshman year? What was his name? Yoongi or some shit?”

The familiar and bitter hostility rang in his voice, pausing his movements between your thighs as he glanced up at you, arousal dripping down his lips.

“Please, not this again.” You sighed, glancing down as he stared up at you through eyes mixed with the lust of the moment and the hurt of the past. “It was three and a half years ago. I’ve apologized so many fucking times. Trust me, I regret it. I regret it so much.”

Jungkook’s lips tilted into a somber sideways frown. His eyes darted away as he tried to forget the memory, the betrayal, those words that his friend whispered to him the next day saying: “Hey… I was at this party last night, and I saw Y/N go upstairs with some guy. You might wanna ask her about it.”

His head fell in defeat against your hip, a heavy breath scattering across the skin. The skin that he wished he could’ve caressed and held more than he had actually been able to in the past four years of knowing you.

Seeing the sudden change in Jungkook felt like a punch to your gut. It was your fault he was like this. You and your stupid goddamn hormones. A green college kid that thought in the midst of a comfortable buzz that you shouldn’t be tied down the second you finally get your freedom. You were a selfish idiot that, back then, just wasn’t aware of the world and how much such a small action can hurt someone for so long.

“C’mere,” You whispered, pulling at his arm until he was laying over you, eyes glassy with way too many emotions to even process.

“Look… I didn’t mean to make this awkward.” He bit at his bottom lip, tugging at his hair to try and distract himself from what he was actually saying. “I really wanted to just be with you one last time before you left. In any way that you’d let me. But it’s just hitting me that you’re really leaving, and everything is just flooding back, and I’m not gonna lie, it hurts. It really fucking hurts.”

The words made your eyes sting. The reality so much more frightening when you realize what it all actually means.

“No, you’re fine. I get it,” You assured him as your thumb ran along the underside of his jaw in some small attempt to comfort him. Your memories running wild with so much guilt. “I really fucked us up didn’t I?”

“We both fucked up, Y/N. Sure, you did it first, but we both have done shit we regret.”

“Yeah, but I just can’t help but think that maybe if I hadn’t cheated on you, then none of that other stuff ever would’ve happened. That right now, instead of basically having a goodbye fuck, we’d be talking about how to make long distance work. It just really gets to me, that some stupid mistake when I was eighteen ruined something that really could’ve worked — something that really could’ve been great.” Your eyes watered but you quickly blinked the tears away. The sudden rush of anxiety and self-distaste concocting violently in your chest.

“Hey, hey,” Jungkook whispered softly. “Don’t do that to yourself. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have brought it up.” His hand rubbed soothing circles along your thigh, the feelings of blame dulling slightly, but not by much. “Trust me, I think about that a lot too, but it was my choice, my fucked up decision to have that get-back-at-you, fucked up mentality once we got back together. I slept with that girl out of spite so you could feel the hurt, and that wasn’t right of me either. We were both stupid kids, so don’t blame everything on yourself.”

“But I really hurt y-you—” That first crack in your voice was quickly followed by the first tear, and you quickly wiped it away so you could get through this before you became an incoherent mess. “All of your relationships since ours haven’t worked out because of me. You don’t trust them, and all because I fucked up your ability to trust in the first place. I just…” You trailed off, your words becoming more broken by with each passing word.

“Fucking Jimin,” Jungkook cursed beneath his breath. “He’s been talking to you?”

You nodded, using the cuffs of your sleeves to dab at your eyes. “He’s just worried that you always seem to self-destruct your relationships. He said that you were dating this girl last year and that you seemed to really like her, but you cheated on her out of the blue. He thinks your trust issues are just really fucking up things that could be really good for you.” You bit down on the inside of your cheek, forcing down a sob. “And I just really think that’s my fault.”

“No, it’s okay.” He leaned forward, pressing a light kiss to the side of your jaw. “I admit, I’m more cynical about relationships now than I was before that entire thing with us happened, but I’m an adult. It’s all me. I hurt you, you hurt me, and I’ve hurt a lot of others trying to figure out how to get over that, but that’s all on me. You can’t blame yourself for that.”

At this point, the tears were pouring in waves. “God, why were we so stupid?” You asked as you wrapped your arms around his neck, tugging him forward. Both of you basking in this moment of finality that neither of you really wanted to acknowledge.

“Y’know, sometimes I think that maybe if I hadn’t gone to study abroad to literally fuck a semester away, that we might’ve been able to work everything out. That when I asked you to get back together with me last year, that maybe you would’ve said yes, because by then we would’ve talked more than a few drunk, passive aggressive texts to you saying how much fun I was having in Italy,” He paused, taking a moment to remember his immaturity. “You’re not the only one with regrets, seriously.”

You laughed, the sting and burn of that time still staining your throat with bile. “Oh yeah, don’t forget the snaps with the hordes of girls placed conveniently in the background.”

He dropped his head in shame, his hand blindingly searching to link up with yours. “I was a petty asshole, and I honestly never apologized for that, so I’m sorry. You didn’t deserve that.”

“I think we both didn’t deserve a lot of things, but maybe that made us grow or something.” You shrugged, tightening your grip on his hand.

“Did you hear that on some shitty relationships podcast?” Jungkook asked with a warm smile, remembering how much you used to love listening to those things.

You battled him playfully on the shoulder. “Okay, sure it’s cheesy, but I think it holds some weight. I mean, if we hadn’t gone through all that, I never would’ve understood how nothing is as black and white as it seems when you’re just imagining what you would do in a situation.”

Jungkook’s brows furrowed a bit with curiosity. “Please, elaborate.”

“Like, I guess it’s easy for someone to think that they’d never stay with someone that cheated on them, or even actually cheat themselves when they’re sort of just picturing it in their heads. But once it actually happens, you learn that it’s not as easy to just end it. That you’ve invested all of these feelings into someone that you really did trust, and now you’re just supposed to end it all of a sudden? No questions or exceptions? I mean, sure for some that’s easy to do, but I think for most, they’ll take a second to even just consider that maybe it was a stupid mistake… Sort of like you did for me.”

You tried to form some semblance of a sad, thankful smile, but it quickly crumbled, more tears falling with it. Jungkook’s hand quickly coming to catch them.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. When I thought about the idea of someone cheating on me, I kind of just thought I’d say fuck her and move on. But I also sort of thought I’d have better judgment than to fall for someone that would cheat on me.”

That stung, but it was the truth.

“Yeah, I’m sorry.” Your head dropped down, avoiding his glances.

“But,” He started, pulling your chin to face him again. “I also thought I’d never be the type of person to cheat, but I have. It made me feel like the biggest piece of shit alive, but I still did it. It’s awful and disgusting to do that to someone. It fucks them up in unfair ways, and I know this because I felt that exact way after you cheated on me, and yet… I still did that back to you when I gave you another chance — hell, I did that to some nice, amazing girl that’d never given me a reason not to trust her. So yeah, I guess you’re right. Even though we put each other through hell, we learned a lot because of it. Things are just gray sometimes.”

Seeing the gray can be humbling. You’ll remember that time when you were in high school and judged your friend for getting back together with her boyfriend after he cheated, and realize how ignorant that was on your part. That maybe when you’re that young and weighed down by the mentality that you are in fact young, it sometimes causes mistakes to erupt. In the end, you realize that not one set of rules can be applied to every situation. The shades between white and black are endless, the circumstances between right and wrong are infinite, and there’s certainly no answer to suit all of them.

“What do you think is better? Living in ignorance or being jaded?” You asked after a few seconds of letting Jungkook’s words settle.

He tilted his head from side to side, letting himself think before finally answering. “I’m not sure to be honest. I mean, living ignorant in terms of relationships sounds nice in theory. You think if they cheat I’ll leave, if they disrespect me I’ll leave, if I’m just not happy anymore I’ll leave. It would be nice if things were actually that simple… But I just don’t think any relationship is perfect enough to hold to that standard,” He shrugged, sort of like he had given up on the idea of that flawless sort of love.

“Maybe you’re just too jaded,” You smiled, running your fingers through his hair.

He laughed through his nose. “Yeah, probably.”

“But I guess I think the same. I mean, even for the opposite it’s true. Like you said, in theory if you love someone then you’ll be with them, but that’s not always the case… Life gets in the way sometimes.” The words came out as sort of a whisper, your eyes darting to and away from Jungkook, but he still managed to see the sliver of projection you had cast into your words.

“Talking about… Any person specifically?” He asked cautiously while still leaning closer to where his lips were almost brushing against yours.

You felt your heart thunder inside of your chest. The blood rattled your ears, every passing second sending a flash flood of sensations. Buried within that, the memories of four years reflected back. The hate, the anger, the bitterness, the resentment. The passion, the happiness, the comfort, the bliss. It was this clash of emotions, so fierce and so wild. However, even with the bad so daunting and unforgiving, it was the good that allowed you to remember how much things had changed. How you don’t hold disdain so close to your heart, and instead you carry fondness of what it has permitted you to become.

“I love you.” The pure curve of your lips tilted upwards, letting the words slip out in the most unapologetic of ways. Every syllable cherished and branded across both of your pessimistic hearts.

Jungkook felt the words like a punch to his gut. It was so physically responsive as it stole the air from his lungs. The bitter burn of knowing that you were only saying it because you knew that it wouldn’t change anything. The lingering singe that was still embedded in his blood from when he uttered those exact words to you eight months ago, and you told him that you just couldn’t do it again.

He kissed you as if it were the last time, and that was because it most likely was. He moved with purpose, his hands pinning your shoulders back, the light gasp before you became pliant beneath him making his ears ring. His lips ran across your skin as if to memorize every inch. He thought that maybe a few months from now when he hit that inevitable lull of realization that it was really, really over, he would be able to bring up the map of your body that he traced tonight. Maybe it would somehow dull the ache, knowing that at least it happened. No matter how broken or fucked up, at least it was real.

You felt his emotions so vividly, but maybe that was because they mirrored your own so well. Every touch so light, almost as if the two of you were afraid that too much too quickly, would be enough to shatter even the already mangled fragments of what remained. Nothing was spoken as each article of clothing from the both of you collected on the floor. The pile grew bigger, serving as the unfortunate reminder of the passage of time, and how this would soon be over. But even with what he didn’t say, you felt with his hands on your waist, his mouth on your temple, and his knee parting your thighs.

He managed to find his voice once more with his forehead pressed to your belly. “I love you too.”

Your hands quickly found Jungkook’s shoulders, urging him upwards again. Your fingers landed softly on the curve of lips, lining them softly as you read the constellations of what he was feeling in the deep reflection of his eyes.

“I don’t want this to be sad,” You said, voice shaky.

“Me either, but it’s just hard for me not to treat this whole thing like glass.” He settled between your legs, body comfortably sitting on top of yours. “I just don’t wanna break it for good.”

“Then don’t think of it like that.” You ran your fingers through the strands of his hair, a slight smile sitting on your lips as he leaned into the touch. “It’s just… In pieces.”

Jungkook’s brow raised skeptically. “Uhm, isn’t that the definition of broken,” He asked.

“What I mean is that each piece is its own thing,” You said, shifting beneath his so he could really hear this. “There are pieces that show the good and the great, and there are others that show the literal fucking worst. But no matter how many pieces our relationship has broken off into, they still fit. It looks broken, but it doesn’t have to stay broken.”

“Okay well first of all you definitely heard that on a podcast,” He laughed, and you followed because admittedly it was true, but you also meant it in its entirety. But then however Jungkook continued, his laugh suddenly fading into something more serious. “But that… That also sounds like hope, and I don’t want false hope when it comes to you.”

You sighed, hating how complicated the two of you had made this. Four years of situations webbing together in an unnavigable mess.

“I meant that even in terms of friendship. I know we’re not the best at keeping this platonic, but we’re learning. We aren’t the same people that we were when we first met. Not even close — which is a good thing, because we sort of sucked,” You grinned, and he couldn’t help but nod along smiling. “But hey… Maybe someday somehow you’ll end up in New York with me.” For some reason you couldn’t help but include your wishful thinking.

Jungkook snorted in response. “If I ever end up in New York, something terribly good and unexpected has happened in my life, or maybe terribly bad depending on how you look at it. I’m talking some Breaking Bad level shit.”

“Where is your optimism?” You giggled.

“Lost somewhere in the back of a calc-2 lecture hall on December 8th of last semester’s finals week.”

“Aw, did you not pass?” You asked, genuinely concerned since you really hadn’t talked to Jungkook in recent months. Probably to avoid emotional situations such as the exact one you were currently in.

“No, I did. I mean it was barely passing, but still. It was sort of tragic how much I studied for it and still — actually no,” He suddenly paused midsentence. “I’m lying on top of your beautiful naked body talking about fucking calculus. That is the real goddamn tragedy here.”

You both laughed as he leaned down to plant pecks across the bridge of your nose, down your chin, and against your eyes. Allowing yourselves a moment to bask in such a simple and happy moment.

“Then do something about it,” You whispered, leaning up on your elbows deepen the kiss.

“Oh, sweetheart.” He smirked, sliding his palm between your thighs. “I very much plan to.”

He palmed at your slick heat, swallowing your gasps just as quickly as he created them. Once he started a particular motion, your hips jumped off the bed, chasing the feeling.

“There?” He murmured, giving another circle of his fingers around the responsive area.

You nodded quickly before baring your neck back. Jungkook felt your moans in his gut. Each twist of his fingers had your hips stuttering against his hand, your voice unabashedly sinking through the drywall of his apartment. However, even in that moment where his brain was fuzzy with desire, he still felt the impending end of it all eating at the back of his mind. That having you here, beneath him, professing your love, it was all just for that one singular moment, and then it would be back to nothing.

You could sense that sadness even through your pleasured haze and so you quickly pushed him off of you until he was laying on his back, a confused look on his face until you were straddling him, leaning forward to kiss and whisper soft assurances that things would be okay. He quickly relaxed into it, his hands settling on your sides, nails digging gently into your skin.

“Condom?” You asked as you shifted, feeling his member grazing the inside of your thigh.

He nodded, giving you one long, incredibly sweet kiss before breaking away to fish his jeans off of the floor. He grabbed his wallet, pulling the condom out before tossing everything else back onto the ground. He ripped it open, swiftly rolling it down his hardened length before settling his hands onto your hips and guiding you down until you felt him pressing at your heat. You both sighed deeply, feeling the harsh flare of warmth in your gut as Jungkook buried himself deeper inside of you until he bottomed out, stilling to give you a second to adjust.

Your brows furrowed, mouth parting slightly as the pleasure manifested itself as quiet moans, almost allowing you to forget the somber undertone of the entire situation. However, it was unfortunately short-lived, the second your eyes opened to see Jungkook sitting beneath you with his blissed out expression, all of the implications of that moment came crashing down. You inhaled sharply, your voice seeming to break before you could get the words out.

“I’m gonna miss you so much,” You breathed out harshly as you buried yourself into his neck, his arms almost instantly wrapping around your back to shield you with some sort of comfort. You both stayed like that for a minute or so, just completely consumed in each other, taking in that beautiful moment of being so connected that it was possible, even if only slightly, to feel as if anything moving forward didn’t exist, and that it could just be like that forever.

But eventually you did have to move, feeling his hand come up to guide your face from the crook of his neck until you were pressing against his forehead, glimmers of sadness reflecting off of both of you. But even with sorrow tugging at his heart, Jungkook still managed a smile for your sake.

“Ready to make another piece, babe?” He eventually asked, and you could almost feel your heart crumble deep inside of your chest.

“Not the final piece though, right?” You asked, just to give yourself some sort of thread to hang onto.

“Of course not,” He said, shaking his head as if the idea was ridiculous. “Hey, five years from now maybe I’ll see you in some weird ass coffee shop in New York, and we’ll make another piece, yeah? And who knows, maybe it’ll be such a big piece that all of the splintered moments from the past four years will seem so stupid and insignificant.”

You smiled at the hopeful scenario and buried it somewhere deep inside of your soul.

“I love you.”

You both repeated it so many times after that, that it was hard to tell who was actually saying it at any given moment. Things just sort of started to melt together. He pressed deeper inside of you, pushing you until you were both a mess of tangled limbs and shuddered breaths. The seconds quickly turned into minutes, until the concept of time was so seemingly inconceivable that you could no longer even contemplate how long you had been pressed against his sheets, stuttered highs wracking your body, seemingly one after another.

Slowly the two of you forged this new and shiny piece of the long and complicated journey that your relationship undoubtedly was. It sat perfectly next to all of the splintered shards, so unspoiled and pristine compared to everything else that you and Jungkook had broken over the years. But even though it was messy, even though it had its flaws, when you sat back and looked at the mirror in its entirety, you couldn’t help but marvel at it. You traced the journey, each crack leading to a new fork in the road, until eventually you ended up right here: with Jungkook’s bated breaths after reaching his high landing softly against your shoulder, with the two of you whispering how much you loved each other as you found your way beneath the comforter, with this mural of mistakes, happiness, and life living inside the both of you, forever.

“Let’s try not to break this piece,” Jungkook said eventually, yawning as he pulled you into his side.

“I think it’ll be okay even if we do.” You simply smiled, your face pressing lovingly into the warmth of his chest before molding your lips against his in a light kiss that was tinged with the edges of sleep. “After all, we’ll always have our chance at a coffee shop in New York.”

#bts fanfic #bts scenarios #bts angst #bts smut #bts #jeon jungkook #jungkook #jungkook smut #jungkook angst #jungkook scenarios #jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook x reader #kpop fanfic #bangtan

2K notes · View notes

broomswept-thoughts · 3 years

Text

I’m so worried for all of my friends.

R is furious about school starting in February, and I’m so worried about her mental health. T is apparently using alcohol and weed to cope but also dissociate from all the stress happening in her life? D looked crazy tired when I saw him yesterday on Zoom for the CDO meeting for JAS, K seemed to also be burnt out... I’m so worried about everyone, and I’m also starting to do dumb shit like starve myself like !!! Omg?! I’m worried and worried for everyone. I’m so scared that something really bad is going to happen (aka suicide? or even severe self-harm), and I’m worried. Even with I was talking with M (from microbio seminar), she had a calendar with how often she cried and I could tell from the Zoom call with the professor that she seemed like she was barely holding herself together from the stress. I know I’m not really close with M, but it makes me so sad that she’s going through this kind of suffering, along with everyone else on campus and doing remote classes. So SO many people seem to be suffering who are doing remote work and are living in non-EST time zones. I’m so afraid that something bad is going to happen to people mentally, even my professors. I really don’t want bad things to happen to people. I’m especially crazy worried about R and T, but in general... I wish there was more I could do to help them or to lessen their pain and anger and suffering. I feel so bad for them, and they’re also both people who are usually fairly upbeat, cheerful (on the outside at least), so it makes me double afraid for them so much. I feel like for R, she’s been kinda mentally unstable relatively recently (or maybe all throughout quarantine...), and it’s not like she can’t be angry or anything like that, but it’s just. Really intense rage...? Especially about housing. And right now, S is sort of talking with her about it through, and I should also respond but... I feel really tired and unhappy in general, and I don’t know if I could keep myself back from being super irritable and having forced rationalization throughout the conversation (which doesn’t make anyone feel better/ makes them feel unvalidated).

Sigh... I’m also all over the place. I’m worried about people, really angry in general today especially with how the school totally disregards the online students in terms of event planning, housing, and generally, and feeling grinded down to the point where even if one thing is added onto my to-do list, I’m going to shut down and/or be uncontrollably angry/ depressed. It’s so bad.

Talking with Krys yesterday about POTO was really good for distracting me thank god. Bless her, listening to her talk about her passion and favorite things was really relieving and grounding in the sense that I could hear happy things from a world outside of whatever hell is happening right now. She’s always really great...

I think it was just bad that I’m isolating myself from everything... everyone... I’m kind of holing myself up mentally and emotionally (and digitally too), which doesn’t help me that much. But I’m also so drained. Sigh.

#reflection

0 notes

nichelestone · 3 years

Text

Changing Tides

I finally posted the first chapter for this story and here’s some of it! It’s a continuation of Dream Doctrine that I shared before. Let me know what you think, I would love feed back:) Have a good day!

The bus shook and the little girl who was so brave and decided to hold on to the pole instead of sitting with her mom fell into the back of my legs.

“Careful sweetheart” I assured her and took one of her hands to steady her. She nodded but was too nervous to make eye contact and dove into her mother’s lap. We exchanged understanding expressions and returned to our quiet bus ride. Classes today were exhausting but I guess this is what I signed up for when I decided to go into nursing. I dug through my purse for my phone with the intention of pulling up terminology cards but the screen of messages distracted me.

Mom: Sorry honey, I’m going to be at Dru’s house tonight.

The message read and a sigh left my lips. Her new boyfriend didn’t really seem any better than the last few but at least he didn’t have any kids for me to take care of.

That’s alright Mom, love you. Stay safe

The next messages were typical for this late in the day. I got out of my class less than thirty minutes ago at five o'clock and now it was time for my step mother’s daily check in.

Michele: What did you score on your exams today? Are you on your way to the gym?

Michele married my father just one year before he passed and ever since she has taken over my daily schedule. She moved far away to run her mysterious business but left behind tasks and goals so that I can become “Ideal” as she says. These things included: top of the class grades in a high ranking university, fitness to the finest, perfect diet, perfect weight, connections through internships, and I swear she would monitor my menstrual cycle if I ever let her. The bus glided to a stop and I rubbed my thumb over the “ Moore Industries” logo.

One more stop and I’ll be at the gym. 98% in microbio, 100% in anatomy 202, and 94% in world religions

I began more rapidly brushing over the logo on the pole, knowing that her response would not be entirely positive. My phone buzzed and I rolled my eyes before looking down,

Michele: I know it was a general credit but couldn’t you have done better for the final? 94%? Anyway, work hard tonight I’ll call you in the morning.

I shoved my phone back into my bag and took a deep breath. Tomorrow was going to be our weekly briefing on what needed to be attended to the following week.

“ Life is such a joy” I muttered and gripped the straps of my bag as the bus stopped and I rushed off of it. The cold air hit my face and soon started to make my nose runny. Fortunately most citizens of The Empire were on their way home at this time of night rather than headed to the gym. I ducked past several people and slid into the giant glass doors. Inside the building my limbs could relax a little with the small amount of heating in the lobby. After taking a moment to appreciate the air I waved at the front desk woman who returned my smile,

“ Welcome back Elaina” she greeted and I nodded politely. It was always just a little awkward for me being such a well known regular. When I got signed up here Michele had gone out of her way to select my personal trainers and direct how I should be treated. Sometimes I wonder if she is secretly a part of one of the great families. The Council of the Nine ran The Empire as an oligarchy. Each council member is the head of one of the great families and each of them hold unreasonable power over this country. The Moore's own pretty much everything that civilians regularly access. From public transportation, bathrooms, and pretty much every convenience store out there. Who knows, maybe she’s one of the McGowan's and that’s why she is so invested in my education. With their higher education system she would probably want to make me into the perfect bride for one of them.

Today’s session was easy and honestly, a nice change from sitting inside for all of my exams today. The post exercise high was going to be enough to get me through the walk home. Even though it’s the beginning of winter, Michele asks that I walk the mile home from the gym each night so that my body is adequately prepared for all weather conditions. I swear she’s going to send me off to war or something. Not that we have anyone to go to war against anymore, but still, she’s building me like a tank for some odd reason. Maybe she’s just living vicariously through me and she has always wanted to be some sort of rock hard woman? I kicked a rock into the darkness and shrugged.

“What does it matter anyway?” and I set my headphones over my ears. Some fun pop music filled my head and I could finally stop thinking so much. The wind blew over me and with each gust I started to walk a little faster. I was fantasizing about the hot bath waiting for me at home when I felt something behind me. I turned the music down but didn’t turn around. I could just barely hear the sound of tires rolling slowly behind me. Goosebumps covered my body and I swore under my breath. Without much more thought I turned my music off and broke out into a jog. If they’re not following me then their speed won’t change, I’m just a young girl going for a nightly jog after all.

My heart nearly jumped from my chest when I heard the car speed up. Ok, think about this Elaina. Yes, you’re being followed, but, you’re in a populated neighborhood at this point. Scream and someone will hear you or run to a house and someone will be home. I secured the headphones around my neck and reached to call the police on my own phone but conveniently it had died when I turned the music off.

“Shit” I hushed and focused on a new plan. The car stayed steadily behind me this whole time but I heard a new sound. Looking back and nearly falling I saw the passenger door open and a man jumped out and landed way too well on the gravel. That would have been enough to freak me out but there was the added element of what he was holding.

“Help! Somebody please!” I yell but it was hard to summon volume while running. My breaths got heavier and I looked to the houses closest to me. My best chance was to jump the back wall of one of these houses but the uphill and the jump time might put me at a disadvantage. I mistakenly looked over my shoulder and let out a rushed scream. He was gaining on me pretty quickly and what was worse was the glowing sword in his right hand. That’s right, a sword. Where am I and when did crazy killers run around with medieval weaponry? I dropped my bag in hopes to maybe trip the guy and immediately swerve right towards the houses. My legs were starting to burn and the adrenaline was taking a toll. I was barely able to keep my speed as I ran through the bushes that lined the neighborhood.

Make the jump, make the jump, you can make the jump. I swung my arms up and with a solid thud, I got my elbows up on the wall. With another loud grunt I pulled myself up and got one leg over. As I shifted to get the other leg I saw the man more clearly. He was dressed in all black and the lower half of his face was covered with a dark mask. He looked strong, and he sure was pretty intimidating with that sword. My leg went over the wall and I fell into a bush. I scrambled and ran to the screen door of a house that looked oddly familiar. Before I hot the door I could hear metal collide with rock and the goosebumps returned,

“Hello! Please! Somebody help me!” I shouted and banged on the door. I pulled at the handle and shook the door as much as I could, “Please! Call the cops!” my voice barely sounded like my own anymore. I almost dropped to my knees when I saw a confused man come around the corner of a kitchen table. He looked to be about my age and his confused eyes switched to shock as he looked behind me. I checked again and the man had cleared the wall and as I was about to let out another scream the man opened the sliding door and pulled me inside. He locked the door,

“Upstairs, now!” he urged and I could barely feel my body anymore.

“The police, w-we need police”

#my writing #creative writing #thriller #romance #novel

0 notes