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cowboy like me | ln

the one where you unexpectedly fall in love with someone just like you, but it doesn’t turn out as you expected.

lando norris x fem!reader

word count: ~1.8k

warnings: strangers to lovers to strangers again (lando is a player lol), smut (MINORS DNI), slight choking, spit, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex (don't do this), a little of praise, the tiniest bif of fluff, angst in the end

please tell me if i'm forgetting anything!

note: hi, hello, i'm back! this took me way longer than i had intended but i went through a little writer's block and found myself staring at my screen for hours without writing a single word. this being said, not my proudest work but at least we're getting somewhere. this is the last part of this series i started a few weeks ago, it's not proofread but hope you enjoy it!

very much against your will, your dad had dragged you with him to the annual christmas dinner that he and some old friends of his had been planning for weeks. he had promised you would leave early, but of course it was only a white lie so you would put up with it without much complaint.

that's how you found yourself sitting all alone in a small bench in the corner of the crowded bar, trying your best to ignore everything that was going around you, a little overwhelmed. you barely knew your dad's friends, and since he was busy entertaining some of them, you had decided to just get away from all of it for as long as possible.

"mind if i sit there?" a masculine voice took you back to reality, making you look up from where you were scrolling on your phone.

you quickly recognized him: lando norris, the son of one of your dad's old classmates. your dad had mentioned him once or twice, but you didn't really know much about him.

uninterested, you shrugged and scooped a little to the side to leave some room for him to sit. he did so, sighing as you went back to your phone when silence fell hard between you two, his back resting against the bench and his eyes scanning the crowd.

"want to dance?" lando broke the silence after a few minutes, and you felt his eyes on you. you cocked an eyebrow at him, surprised with his question. your eyes went back to the crowd when you noticed that the music was louder than before; everyone had a drink in their hands and while some people engaged in conversation, others swinged to the rhythm of the music.

"you don't actually want to dance," you finally answered with a roll of your eyes and a low chuckle.

"come on, don't be boring!" he insisted, standing up and offering you his hand with a smirk. you considered turning him down again, but ended up accepting his offer with a sigh, if you were gonna be forced to attend that stupid dinner, you might as well enjoy yourself for a while.

you took his hand in yours and he pulled you up before quickly guiding you to the crowd.

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only about an hour later, you found yourself in the elevator to his apartment, your body pressed to the mirror as his hands rested on your lower back and your arms wrapped around his neck while you exchanged hungry, desperate kisses.

after a few dances and some small talk, his lips had found the spot right under your ear as he whispered how gorgeous you looked in that dress. he was quick to suggest calling a taxi, and you nodded in agreement without even having time to think about it.

just one night, no strings attached. you both wanted the same thing.

he guided you through the corridor to his apartment the second the elevator's doors opened, his hands holding your hips as you walked backwards. he pressed you against the door, lips still locked as he looked for his keys in the pockets of his jeans.

as he opened the door, his arm wrapped around your waist, holding you against him. he ushered you inside, quickly trapping your body once again between him and the wall of his entryway. his hands traveled down from your waist to your ass as he attacked your lips again, making you whimper when he gave you a gentle squeeze.

his fingers slipped down to the back of your thighs, where he softly patted your skin over your dress, instructing you to jump. you immediately complied, legs wrapping around his waist while his hands cupped your ass, pulling your dress up so he could feel the warmth of your skin.

lando softly groaned against your lips when your fingers found their way to his hair and tugged on it softly. he pressed his body closer to yours, leaving no space between you two and making you feel his hardness against your thigh now that your dress was pooling at your hips.

"fuck," you mumbled, clenching around nothing.

"can't wait to be inside you," he whispered in between kisses, making you whimper as you felt one of his hands sliding between your legs, fingers pulling your underwear to the side.

he pulled away ever so slightly, just enough to look at your eyes as he coated two of his digits in your arousal before sliding them inside your pussy. your eyes fluttered close almost immediately, another sigh leaving your lips as your walls enveloped him perfectly.

"eyes on me, baby. wanna see those pretty eyes," his voice was low, his breath against your lips making you try to grind down on his palm.

you obeyed once again, looking at him through half-lidded eyes as he slowly pumped his fingers into you, teasingly. one of your hands cupped his cheek as you admired his features, your eyes finally locking into his green orbs, the intensity on his gaze making you clench around his digits.

"feels so good," you panted, trying to keep your eyes open as you held yourself on his neck. "need more," you added, biting your lower lip to hold back a louder moan as you felt him curl his fingers inside of you.

"impatient, are we, baby?" he asked with a chuckle.

"please, lando," you panted, your voice sounding weaker than you intended. at your plea, you felt him withdrawing his fingers from your core and bringing them to your mouth.

he gently tapped on your bottom lip, prying you to open your mouth for him. your lips parted slowly and he didn't waste any time to slide his fingers inside, making you taste yourself on him. you softly hummed and felt your eyelids finally giving up as you sucked on his fingers eagerly.

"good girl," he murmured, pulling his digits out againt and slowly moving to undo his jeans.

as he still held you against the wall, his pants and underwear pooling at his feet, he spat on his hand before stroking his cock a couple of times, his eyes on your face as you looked down at him. he tapped on your chin so you would look at him as he positioned himself at your entrance, the pink flush on your cheeks bringing a smile to his face as he started pushing inside of you slowly, both of you moaning in unison as you enveloped his whole length.

he pushed you further into the wall for added support, one of his hands on your hip and the other resting on the wall. lando found the spot between your jaw and your collarbone and hid his face as he bottomed out, a muffled grunt leaving his lips as he felt you clenching around him already.

he let you adjust to his size for a few seconds before starting to roll his hips into yours slowly, starting to pick up the pace as he left small, wet kisses on your neck and up to your jaw.

"fuck, baby, taking me so well," he panted when his lips reached yours, swallowing a moan from your throat as he licked into your mouth.

one of his hands slid between your legs, fingertips finding your clit and lazily starting to play with it as he fucked you. the added stimulation had you rolling your eyes back, your fists holding his shirt as he pushed you against the wall again and again, his lips muffling the filthy sounds coming out of your mouth.

"oh my god," you whined, feeling his thrust become harder and his cock reaching even deeper inside you, your hands finding their way under his shirt so your nails could dig on his lower back, urging him closer.

you felt his hand creeping up from your pussy to your neck, fingers circling around your throat and applying a slight pressure on the sides of your neck, making you throw your head back against the wall with a loud mewl.

"'m close," you managed to choke out in between pants, feeling the knot in your stomach about to snap when his grip on you became tighter, fingers bruising your delicate skin.

his thrusts became sloppier, breath heaview as his low, raspy moans sent you over the edge. your body tensed up and your pussy clenched around him as you cried out.

the tight grip on his cock was enough for lando to spill inside you only a few seconds later, thrusts lazy as he rode both of your orgasms out. he finally let go of your throat as you panted into each other's mouths, his hands now holding your shaking legs around his hips.

he slowly let go of you, placing you back on your feet tenderly. he helped you get out of your dress, and walked you to his bathroom to get you cleaned. the nice gestures took you by surprise, you had never had a guy seem to care like that.

not that you had really wanted it either, but when he guided you to his bed, covered both your bodies with a blanket and pressed a soft kiss to your cheek, you couldn't help a smile from creeping up to your lips.

and it wasn't what you had promised before leaving the bar during the christmas dinner, but you found your way back to his bed only a few days later. and inevitably, you did again the very next week. it felt different this time, falling for someone. he cared, he made sure to make you feel loved every single day for a little over two months.

but when he had to leave again for pre-season testing, you felt everything crumbling when you caught yourself checking your phone for the tenth time that minute, in hopes that his name would pop on your screen again.

you looked at the last text you sent him, asking if he had landed already. only for it to not get delivered.

you knew he had. you had seen pictures of him at the airport posted by fans on social media hours ago. you sighed as you realized that he had, most likely, blocked your number, not wanting to do anything with you anymore.

and you should've expected it, you had heard stories about his ways of playing around. but for a few months, you had believed he could be the one for you.

you felt stupid, heart-broken even. you had fallen head over heels for him, and now all you knew is you would never be able to love anyone like you had loved him again.

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Protection. - Draco Malfoy x Reader

Warnings: Bro Draco gets angry. Cursing, mentions of assault (does not go into detail at all), please read with caution! Also Oral (f receiving) And fingering bc Draco is a SIMP!

a/n: You guys this took like 2 and a half days to write.. It's 2,396 words. please don't let it flop :') Anyway I hope you're all good and safe. Happy weekend! Whoop Whoop!!

You begged Draco to agree to you two going to the slytherin ball. “Y/n, you know I’m not a social person. I’m already around those bloody people enough in class.”

“Draco please.” you begged, batting your eyelashes. Draco pursed his lips, and exhaled through his nose. “Fine.” a reluctant Draco responded. You giggle with excitement, clapping your hands. You quickly get up on your tip-toes to kiss him on his cheek. Draco gives a small smile, but you can tell he regretted his decision. “I’m gonna go get ready.” You beamed.

You slipped on a very short, dark green dress. It was a bishop sleeved dress, with a cut out above your stomach, with a knot tying the fabric together. You put on dark grey tights, and black heels. You smoothed the dress down your waist, and smiled in the mirror. Draco came into the bedroom, and leaned in the doorframe. You didn’t notice him for a moment, not until he spoke. “Melvins beard.” He muttered. You turned around, facing him and smiled. “Do you like it?” you implored him.

“Like it? You look..ravishing.” Draco purrs. He walks closer to you, his big hands settle on your waist. He started you up and down as if his eyes were glued to you. “You know,” you began. “You look quite sharp yourself.” Draco was wearing his all black suit, with the Slytherin pendent on the left side of his chest, glimmering in the candle light in your bedroom.

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You and Draco arrived to the ballroom. Everyone in your house had already arrived, all in their own cliques talking with drinks in their hand, presumably pumpkin juice. Draco has his hand in your waist, nodding to his Quidditch team members. Some of them, happened to lay eyes on you. You assumed Draco had noticed their eyes of hunger for his girl, because he mumbled something about hexing them before they can even think about their next practice.

You spot your friends, Daphne Greengrass with Pansy Parkinson. “Draco, I’m gonna go say hi to the girls, okay?” You announced. Draco looked down on you with concern. “Y/N, I don’t know if that’s a good idea.” Draco expressed, his eyes now gazing the crowd full of Slytherins, mostly observing the male classmates. You huffed. “I can handle myself, Draco.” You begged. “Fine. But stay where I can see you.” Draco grumbled. “You sound like my dad.” You muttered back to him as you were walking away.

You tap Daphne on the shoulder, she turned around and gasped. “Look at the hottie of the night!” she beamed at you. Pansy smiled and gave you a small wave, which you returned. You and the girls gossiped about peers, specifically about who they were with, or, more importantly; the ones who arrived alone. That's when Daphne's eyes land on Theodore Nott.

"I've heard interesting things about him, Theodore." Daphne noted. "Yeah? Like what?" Pansy questioned Daphne. "Just that he can be very manipulative, almost like he puts a spell on everyone he talks to," Daphne replied. You tilted your head in curiosity at Daphne. "A spell?" You prodded. Daphne nodded in response. "Nobody has ever said 'no' to him, I don't think he knows what it means." Daphne said in a shudder. "Not a good dude. I mean, I know us Slytherin's don't have an exactly shiny reputation; but that's not what I personally stand for." Daphne asserted. You and Pansy nodded in agreeance. You took a moment to look for Draco; you seemed to be in a very interesting conversation with Blaise Zabini. You smiled at the sight of Draco actually enjoying himself. "Shall we go get drinks?" Pansy suggested. You and Daphne nodded, and you all went to the bar.

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It was about 30 minutes into your totally-not-spiked pumpkin juice, Daphne and Pansy went off to the restroom, when you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned around and jolted in your seat as you noticed who it was. Theodore Nott. He smiled at you, it was a sour smile. Not friendly or genuine. Mischief was behind it. "Theodore, is it?" You proceeded cautiously. "My my, I am surely worthy if someone like you knows my name." Theodore said maliciously. "Well, that depends of the reason." You snapped back, turning around towards your drink, your back now facing him. Almost immediately, Theodore gripped the bottom of your seat and spun you back around. "Excuse me!" You cautioned, as you were gripping the bottom of your seat to steady yourself, they landed on top of Theodore's, who took it as an opportunity to roughly grasp them. You try to pull away, but his grip doesn't weaken. "Hands off!" You spat, struggling out of his grip, he finally lets go, trying to not cause a scene. "Y/N, I always, always get what I want, you know." Theodore said with a tone of confidence. You rolled your eyes. "Not from me, I already have someone, thanks." You replied. Theodore chuckled. "That excuse won't keep me from you, doll."

"I'm not your doll," you hissed.

"Then who do you belong to?" He questioned. "I would like to know who my competition is."

"Draco Malfoy, and don't bother. You don't even compare, 'doll'". You mocked. Theodore's eyes grew dark. "Now, baby, you're getting on my nerves. You'll regret getting on my nerves. I'm sure you've heard that too." Theodore threatened. You reach for your wand, that's tucked into your sleeve, but Theodore catches your hand. "Now now, let's not make a scene. Just come with me quietly and there won't be any trouble." He stated, tightening his grip. You winced in pain, your eyes dart around the room, attempting to find your silver-haired hero. But he's no where to be seen. Theodore smiles, "He's not here to save you, hon."

"Doesn't matter, I'm not going with you." Your provoked. Theodore brings out his wand, and points it underneath your chin. "You want a bet?" He chuckles. Poison fumes from his mouth, your eyes fill up with tears. How were you going to get out of this one? "What you hear from me is true. And, you've pissed me off. The thing is, nobody knows what happens when you piss me off," Theodore warned, leaning closer to your face. You smell cigarettes off of his breath. "Most aren't able to tell anyone what's happened to them, love."

"Now, be a good girl and come with me." You reluctantly got up from your seat as he guided you to the exit, moving his wand towards the bottom of your back, in the middle, where no one can see. You almost make it to the exit, tears falling down your cheeks. Why isn't anyone noticing? Theodore's grip gets tighter and tighter as you get closer to the door. Then, like a miracle, Draco appears, seemingly out of nowhere. Relief washes over your body. "I believe she arrived with me." He growled. Veins along his arm were popping, his face was redder than you've ever seen. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. Everyone around you turned around in your direction, gasping, trying to hide behind each other. You try to run up to him but Theodore pulls you back, putting the wand back to your temple. "Don't you dare, she'll get it, I promise you." Theodore swore. Draco withdrew his wand. "Draco, don't!" You cried. "Yes, Draco" Theodore mocked your cry for your lover. "Listen to your slut." He said with poison on his tongue. "You've got a nasty one, Malfoy. I have to teach her respect. "

"You bastard." Draco cursed, lowering his wand slowly. "I'll take care of you without magic," Draco grumbled. Before you could even realize what happened, Daphne and Pansy came up behind Theodore, each girl on each side grip his arms and hold him in place. "What the bloody hell?!" Theodore stammered. "Petrificus Totalus!" Pansy exclaims., wand pointing at Theodore. In an instant, Theodore's body petrifies, and falls to the floor, you fly forward from his body almost falling on you. Theodore, paralyzed other than his eyes, is unable to say a word. Draco's arms wrap around you instantly. You've never been so grateful to be in his arms, you sob into his black suit, not caring of what those around you think. "I am so sorry I let you out of my sight," Draco said into your hair, starting to sob. "It's not your fault Draco, I wondered off, I-" "No." Draco interrupted. "It's his fault."

Draco walked up to Theodore's stiff body. He balled up his fist, each finger had a silver ring. He swung his fist that then collided into Theodore's fist. "Magic or not, I'll fucking kill you!" Draco spat at him, continuously swinging his fists at Theodore's face. You, Pansy and Daphne pull him off, he's huffing and puffing. Theodore was almost unrecognizable. Black, blue, and red. Same for Draco's knuckles. "This sick son of a bitch isn't worth it, Malfoy." Daphne said calmingly, gazing at Theodore's condition. "Y/N, are you okay?" Pansy asked concerningly, checking if you were hurt. You nodded your head gratefully, giving them both a hug and "thank you's". "Let's leave." You begged him. Draco stood still for a second, debating if he should attempt to wack Theodore again, Theodore's eyes were full of fear. Draco leans down to him. "Now you know what it's like to be someone's bitch." He mocked. He stood back up, held out his hand for yours. "Are you ready, love?" He asked lovingly. You nodded, and took his hand. You could hear a pin drop in the ball room. You nodded, "Yes, please."

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You and Draco made it up to your dorm room. You quietly made it to your bed, and sat down. your wrapped your arms around yourself. Draco looked at you apologetically. "Draco.." You began. "I am so happy things turned out the way they did, but," You looked up at him, but you were blinded by tears. "What if they didn't?" Draco took a deep breath, and came to sit down by you, wrapping his strong around you, pulling you close to him. "I don't know, I don't wanna know. I am so sorry, Y/N. I shouldn't have lost you, I can't forgive myself, I won't. I don't want to." He mumbled. He looked at you, tears forming in his silver eyes. "I love, you y/n. I am so sorry." Draco sniffled out. "I wanted to kill him. I wanted to end his life." Draco admitted. You nodded in understanding, and fiddled with your wand. After a moment, you flicked your wand at your door. "Muffliato," You commanded. Blue aura spreads out from your wand, and travels across your dorm room walls.

Draco looks at you with curiosity, but welcomes you when you straddle him, wrapping your legs around his waist, and your arms around his neck. "Draco.." You said softly. "He laid his hands on me," You choked out, starting to get upset again. You cleared your throat after a moment. "I want your touch." Draco's eyes widened. "Are you sure? After tonight I-" "Please" You interrupted, still softly. He gave you a soft smile before passionately kissing you, he wrapped one arm around your waist, the other traveling up your thigh, under your dress. You hummed in pleasure, and he smirked in the kiss.

The kiss slowly got more intense as you both settled yourself completely on your bed, you still on top of him. Draco pulled your dress up over your shoulders and head. "You're so beautiful, Y/N." Draco whispered to you, cupping your face in his large hands. "You're so important to me, I need to protect you better." You kissed him softly again, not wanting him to make himself feel even more guilty. The kiss becomes more intense again, but more quickly this time.

His tongue brushed against your bottom lip asking for permission to enter, which you granted. Draco's hands were simultaneously roaming your body, feeling every curve and surface. He got to the middle of your thighs causing you to moan in the kiss, which encouraged him more. He began inching towards your panties, which were wet, rubbing his fingers along the soaked fabric. "Draco, please." You moaned out in desperation. He looked at you and nodded. "I'll spoil you this time without teasing, love." Draco said, full with lust. He laid you back, and ducked his head to be in between your legs. He took your lace panties off with his teeth, teasingly slow. "Draco, you promised!" You said with frustration. Draco quickly finished taking them off, went went back to between your legs, right in front of your heat. You felt his tongue on your wet and needy bud. You moan his name, gripping his previously neat and smoothed back hair. His tongue go in circles, nice and slow. Perfect amount of pressure you needed. You feel his finger slowly tease your entrance. His finger slowly slides in, earning another moan from you. He pumps his one finger in and out of you while pleasuring your now swollen bud with his tongue. "Dray, I'm close" You moan out. "Come on baby, cum for me." Draco praised. Two fingers now, pumping even faster. His tongue assaulting your bud. His curled fingers are hitting your g-spot perfectly.

You begin to see stars, your legs are shaking. He keeps going somehow faster, when It feels impossible. You moan his name louder. Thank Merlin you casted that spell, you think. You feel the knot in your stomach grow. "Come on baby, cum on my face" Draco murmurs from between your legs, into your pussy. That was it. You finally released your juices. Draco licked every drop up, you squirm and buck your hips up and down from the overstimulation. Draco eventually comes back up to you, kissing your lips, and your forehead. You yawn, and your eyelids feel extremely heavy. "Your turn, you smirk up at him while he's holding himself over you. He chuckles softly. "Nah, babydoll. We can have that in the morning. You need some sleep." He says lovingly. You try to protest, but Draco already has you snuggled up to his chest.

The night ended on a good note, and you were just grateful to have Draco Malfoy. Very grateful indeed.

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New college friends get a show

My junior year in college, I went for a study abroad program in Australia. This was a big step for me. I was a naïve farm boy from rural Pennsylvania. I had never been on an airplane before. My mom is afraid of heights; my dad is afraid of water. That combination meant that any family vacations were limited to short jaunts in the car.

My social development was a bit hindered by my upbringing. Growing up, my mom's best friend had been a duck. I, myself, wasn't quite that sheltered, but I still had missed out on many of the social opportunities of my peers. My mom was a neat freak, and thus never let me invite any friends over.

So, going to Australia was my first opportunity to escape the (over)protective wings of my mother. Maybe 10,000 miles was overkill -- but I had gone as far away from home as possible. The "you must be home by 9pm on weekends" and other assorted rules imposed by my mother would no longer apply.

Although I was now free of my familial restrictions, I was still a shy guy. I hadn't yet learned how to be comfortable in social settings with other people. For the most part, my Australian experience consisted of going to class, going to the beach (by myself), and teaching myself how to cook.

One thing I learned through my Lonely Planet Guide was that there was a nearby nude beach in Swanbourne. It was just a bus ride, followed by a short train ride, away. It became my escape. The farm boy in me loved nature. The introvert in me was uncomfortable among people. But, I could venture off to the beach by myself. The beach was never really that crowded, and I could set myself up on a towel and enjoy some solitude, either reading a book, watching the waves, or just taking a nap.

I really didn't make that many friends at university. A few times, people invited me out, but the shy guy in me said "no" even though I didn't have any plans.

Many of my classes were quite large; i.e. 200 students in a big theatre-type classroom. It was easy to blend into the crowd and go un-noticed. However, one of my classes (cross-cultural psychology) had just 15 students in it. It was a late afternoon class, and thus was probably half comprised of "non-traditional" students at the university, which did cater to a large commuter population (as opposed to residents like me).

In the class, we would often arrange our chairs in a circle and have group discussions. In my other lectures, I could safely avoid being called upon. But, in a class of just 15, you really couldn't hide. So, this was really the first opportunity that a small segment of my classmates had an opportunity to get to know me, as I presented my ideas in class.

Following one of the classes, two guys asked me if I wanted to go grab a drink. My brain was thinking "no", but for once, the inner introvert was overruled. I guess it was helped that these guys seemed "normal" in class, and so I conceded.

They took me to a bar in Freemantle. With a few drinks, the conversation began to flow a little more easily. It was obvious (from my accent) that I was an American, and they asked the typical questions about where I was from, how I liked Australia, etc. One commented on my tan and cautioned me about the hole in the ozone above Australia. I acknowledged that I was aware of the hole, but I just loved the beach too much. The other asked me what beach was my favorite. I replied, "Cottesloe."

"Oh, are you sure it isn't Swanbourne?" the other asked me.

"No, I don't go there," I said, blushing.

"Are you sure?" asked the other.

I don't know why they were pestering me with such questions. I was embarrassed to admit I went to a nude beach. I pretended that I had never been. However, for some reason, I sensed they knew otherwise. Maybe they were scholars of psychology and I was not a good liar? But, then I started questioning myself -- maybe they had seen me at the nude beach? Was that possible? I had no recollection of ever seeing them there.

It's probably no surprise, I was still a virgin at this point in my life. In fact, I really hadn't even contemplated my sexuality. I assumed I was straight. I had no experience to back up that assumption. I also had no experience in identifying if others were gay. Well, basically, I thought all gay men were like Priscilla, Queen of the Desert.

Yet, something about these two men from my psychology class made me start questioning. I ran through various scenarios in my head, and I concluded that these two men were boyfriends.

I really can't explain how the thoughts in my brain evolved. I was confused by the interest of these two men. Was it just the Australian friendliness, and I was reading way too much into it? No one had ever really gone out of their way to befriend me before, and while I was confused, I was also becoming aware that I liked the attention.

Sometime before the next class, I concocted a "scheme". Granted, it wasn't all that well thought out of a scheme. It was a chess game, and I was only thinking of my next move. That afternoon, I put on a scooped tank top. It was my favorite tank top. It was probably more appropriate for the gym than for a class, but then again, everything in Australia was so relaxed (many students even went barefoot to class). The deep arm scoops in the side of the tank top gave good visibility to the sides of my pecs when I raised my arms. And, although I was no muscle god, years of working on the family farm had given me a lean body that, admittedly, I enjoyed looking at naked in the mirror.

I also wore my favorite pair of umbro shorts. Designed to allow unrestricted movement while sprinting during a soccer game, the umbros had considerably wider leg openings than most shorts. I had modeled these shorts in front of a mirror many times before. I knew that, when positioned just so, it was easy to see up the leg holes of these shorts.

So, for that next class, I deliberately selected a seat in the circle sitting directly opposite my two new friends (they always sat side-by-side in class). The classroom was just a circle of desks/chairs, with nothing in the middle. I knew that the two guys would have the ability to take an unrestricted view up my shorts. But would they even look?

I can't even recall what that lecture was about. I was focused on my 'tease' of the two guys. I didn't feel threatened by them. I knew they were boyfriends, and thus they weren't seeking something sexual with me. But, if they liked to look, I was going to let them take a peek.

My suspicions were rather quickly confirmed. I would look over to either my left or right when another student was speaking, and when I returned my vision straight ahead, I would notice the two guys quickly looking away from me.

We went out to drink after the class and several that followed. These guys were becoming my first two friends. A couple times we went to bars, and I learned of the Australian custom of "shouting". Basically, if it was someone's birthday, they bought the entire bar a round. It was a nice surprise of getting a free drink and not even knowing the person.

However, my 21st birthday was approaching, and I was nervous. I was finally coming out of my shell. You only have one 21st birthday, right? But, I knew that I couldn't afford to buy a round of drinks for an entire bar. So, I was contemplating staying in on my birthday.

Ryan and Paul knew my birthday was coming up, and at first did not understand my apprehension about going out on my birthday. "Don't worry. It's custom -- but you don't *have* to do it," Ryan explained.

"Oh," I said, feeling quite relieved.

They arranged to pick me up on Friday night and take me out. Rather than the typical sports bar where we went and watched footy (or rugby), they said they had a different place in mind.

The first thing that struck me when we walked into this place called Connections was the drag queens. I asked Paul, "Is this a gay bar?"

"Yes, it's a gay bar. But, in Australia, it's not like America. Both straights and gays go to the gay bars. Straight people come here because they love the drag shows," Ryan replied.

Still, as I looked around, this bar seemed to be about 85% men. And some of the women -- I wasn't entirely sure they were women.

Perhaps I hadn't thought far enough ahead in this chess game. I had assumed that Ryan and Paul just had "friendly interests" in me. Why did they bring me to a gay bar?

So, we walk up to the bar. Ryan greets the bartender, who appears to know him. "Guess what, it's our mate, James's birthday," Ryan says.

"Oh, so a round on you, eh?" the bartender says, looking directly at me.

"No, no. I can't," I say, turning to my two friends.

"But, you have to. It's your birthday," says the bartender.

"I can't," I reply, beginning to think how miserable my 21st birthday was becoming.

Ryan turns to the bartender and says, "I guess we have to invoke the exception alternative for James."

"Alternative exception?" I ask.

"On your birthday," the bartender says, "you have one of two options. Either you shout a round for the bar -- or you strip to your birthday suit!"

"Wait -- what?" I stammer.

Ryan replies, "Yes, those are the two options."

"Oh shit!" I think to myself. I look around the bar. There's probably 150 to 200 people. But fortunately, I don't know any of these people...well, except for Ryan and Paul. I didn't have anywhere near enough cash on me to buy a round for the whole bar. It was apparent I had no other choice.

I took off my shirt.

"Wait," the bartender said, "You're stripping?"

"Yes," I replied meekly.

The bartender then turned around and reached up and rang a bell. "Birthday boy in the house!" he screams.

Oh man, this was way more attention than I had expected. Now it seemed like all 200 people were looking at me. Although, I guess at first, they were scanning the bar trying to figure out whose birthday it was. But, I presume that became apparent as I started taking off my shirt.

"Take it off. Take if off!" a few guys started chanting from a nearby table.

I can't say that I gave a seductive strip show by any means. Instead, it was really more of a 'get this done as fast as possible'. I unbuttoned my shorts, and pushed my shorts and underwear down. I was wearing flip-flops, and thus it was rather easy to step out of my shorts and underwear. I put my clothes on the barstool next to me.

I noticed Paul pick up my clothes and hand them over the bar to the bartender. For my safekeeping, I presumed, so that no one would steal them.

Not even Ryan's giving Paul a high-five made me realize that in fact, *they* were stealing them.

So, at that point, my hopes for my 21st birthday became 'sit at this bar, with my back to everyone, and drink until it's over.'

However, Ryan and Paul would have none of that. First, they insisted we play a game of darts. I couldn't help but feel that the patrons at the bar were taking more than the typical level of interest in an 'USA vs Australia' game of bar darts.

Then, they insisted we should dance. At first, it was line dancing, and I managed to hide near the middle of the floor. For some reason, though, the 1 or 2 lines of people in front of me would seem to fall apart as the song continued, and I found myself in the front line as we 'boot scootin' boogied' on the dance floor.

Ryan asked me what my favorite song was, and I replied, "It's Not Right, it's OK" (Whitney Houston).

Ryan went to the DJ and made a request. Next thing I know, "my" song is playing. Paul points to a box (a stage/platform) and tells me to hop up. "No, no. I can't," I protest. But, Ryan and Paul each grab me under one armpit and hoist me onto the stage. I can't help it; it's my favorite song. I danced.

For some reason, whoever was the lighting/stage manner at the club, instead of rotating the light around the dance floor like I had usually seen done, was instead shining the light directly at my box. It was kinda blinding, to be honest.

Then the unexpected happened. Well, I guess it shouldn't have been too unexpected. When I used to dance alone, by myself, naked in front of the mirror at home, as I would sway from side to side, my dick would become longer and longer, until it became hard.

Whitney was doing it to me again. The beat was too catchy. And I could tell that as my penis was flopping around, I had reached the 'point of no return'. As much as I was trying to mentally stop it, the floodgates had been released and inflation was a one-way proposition at this point. By the time the song ended, I was pointing nearly straight up (like 11pm on a compass dial).

I jumped off the stage, and Ryan and Paul caught me. Each one managed to catch an arm. At that moment, a young man walked up and asked if he could take a photo of the three of us. I started to say "N...", but Ryan had already said "Yes" to the guy. Paul was on my left; Ryan was on my right. The way I had landed, I had wound up with one hand on each of their shoulders. As I tried to move my hands to cover my privates, Ryan and Paul each gripped one of my arms pinning it to the back of their shoulders. "Oh my god," I thought to myself, "This stranger is taking a picture of me completely naked."

Then, Paul pulls his phone out of his left pocket and hands it to the stranger. "Can you take one with my phone, please?"

"No way!" I thought to myself. It was one thing if it were a stranger, but this is a person I know. These two guys -- my classmates -- are going to have photos of me completely naked. But, in a couple instants, it was over, and the phone was back in Paul's pocket.

I don't remember much more of that night. I know there were a few more times that guys walked up to me, or more often to Paul and Ryan, and asked them if they could take a picture of me. At that point, I had become numb to it. The alcohol had loosened me up a bit. "What, you've never seen an American dick?" I teased one guy as he stood taking photos of me.

When the night was finally over, I walked up to the bar and the bartender handed me my clothes. A young man sitting at the bar asked me, "In America, is it a tradition that a guy strips naked in a bar on his birthday?"

"No, not in America; it's not," I replied.

"Then why did you do it?" he asks me.

"Because it's a custom in Australia," I reply.

"No, it's not," the young man says.

And then I notice that Ryan, Paul, and the bartender have the biggest, shit-eating grin on their faces that I have ever seen in my life.

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Not Enough | Jeon Jungkook

Summary: Your old classmate comes back into town for a work trip but his flight home gets cancelled so he shows up on your doorstep to tell you one last thing... Pairing: Reader x Jungkook f2l Word Count: 1.3k~ a/n: Just some cute angst... is that even a thing? lol idk how to categorize it. I wrote it last night and thought it would be nice as a one shot. Hope you enjoy :) p.s. horribly edited

"Hey thanks for letting me spend the night" Jungkook says as I let him into my apartment. "Don't mention it. It's not your fault that your flight got cancelled" I say taking his jacket and hanging it up to dry. "Looks like it's really coming down out there" I say in regards to his jacket that is completely soaked through. "Hey!" I laugh while putting my hands up, trying to shield myself from mist that lands on me while he shakes his head in an effort to dry his hair off a bit.

"Oh sorry my bad" he says wiping my face a bit with his sleeve that is surprisingly dry in contrast. "It's fine" I say while he playfully smooshes my face around, 'trying' to dry it off. "You sure you don't mind?" he says when he finishes and cups my face with both of his hands making eye contact with me. "I told you it's fine, plus this way we get to spend more time together before you fly back home" I say giving him a sad smile and taking one of his hands off my face so I can walk away to grab some things for him.

"Are you mad at me?" he says trailing behind me into my room. "Why would I be mad at you?" I say pulling out some pillows and blankets for him to use on the sofa bed. "Well then you're upset" he continues and I ignore that question because I really can't deny it.

"Talk to me" he says, taking the things that are in my hands and placing them on my bed. "I'm not upset" I lie but I know he can see right through me. "I'm sorry I can't stay longer. We were supposed to spend more time together but this work trip was a lot more demanding than I thought it would be" he says taking one of my hands in his.

"It's okay, it's not your fault. You had a job you needed to do so I can't get mad at you for it. I'm just happy that I was even able to see you" I say trying to take some of the guilt away. "How long has it been since you moved back home?" I question, referring to him getting his dream job back in Seoul.

"Two years" he says with an unreadable expression. "You still like it there right?" I question, concerned with his reaction. "Oh I love it, everyone there is really nice and the job is challenging but definitely everything I wanted and more" he says while grabbing the pillows and blankets and bringing them into the living room.

"I bet your parents are happy you moved back huh?" I question, watching as he sets up the pull out couch taking all the cushions off and unfolding the mattress. "Yeah they are, but they talk about you a lot though" he says with his back to me, not able to see how confused that's made me.

"Me? Why me?" I say grabbing one corner of the bed sheet, deciding to at least help him place the fitted one on. "They keep on asking me how you are, if you're still living in New York, why I didn't bring you back with me, what kind of job you have" he lists off, with one in particular catching me off guard.

"Woah woah woah, back up. They thought you were going to bring me back to Seoul with you? Like as in come to visit?" I say tilting my head in confusion. "Something like that" he says and lays out the pillows and blankets, finishing up the setup in record time. "No no, don't you go all vague on me" I say following him over to my kitchen where he gets himself a water bottle out of the fridge and hands one to me as well, which I place on the counter trying to stay focused on my interrogation.

"Did they think you were going to ask me to move to Seoul with you?" I question after he's taken a drink from his water bottle, still holding onto it, having only been half empty now. "Yeah" he says looking past me, focusing on something on the wall behind me to avoid eye contact.

"Why?" I question, confused as to what would even make them think that. "You know how my mom always calls you myeoneuri?" he questions, now looking down at the floor. "Yeah that means daughter right? You said she started calling me that because you and I became really good friends" I answer recalling the memory.

"Well myeoneuri doesn't exactly mean daughter" he says and I can see how the tips of his ears are almost turning a bit red. "What does it mean?" I question, curious as to where this is all going. "It means daughter in law" he says now making eye contact with me. "Oh" I say taken back, trying to piece things together from our phone calls. Everything making sense now with how he would wave his mother off when she would tease him in front of me on video call countless times.

"Needless to say she had certain expectations set for you and I" he says trying to walk past me and back into the living room but I grab his wrist before he's able to make it too far. "Jungkook did she think we were dating?" I ask and he stops for a second, trying to figure out exactly how he's going to go about this. "No, but she wanted us to be" he answers but I'm still not satisfied by that answer.

"Why exactly did she want us to be dating?" I question prodding further. "Because she knew that I liked you" he says and slips his wrist out of my grasp gently and walks over to the bed where he sits down on it with his shoulders slightly slumped. "What's wrong?" I ask sitting next to him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"I don't know. I just, being back here has really put a lot of things into perspective for me. It's shown me that I've missed this place a lot more than I thought I did. I missed you a lot more than I thought I did" he says trailing off a bit. "What are you trying to say?" I question, trying to get him to come out and say  exactly what he's thinking.

"I've told myself before that it would never work between us, that we were too young and naïve to think about anything serious. I told myself that I didn't want to ruin our friendship and that we should just stay the way we have always have been. So when I got that job offer after graduation, I took it. I took it because I knew that if I stayed here that I might do something stupid and break your heart if you ever gave me the chance to hold it. I convinced myself that things were better this way and that if I could have you in my life even when we're thousands of miles apart that that would be enough for me. After coming back here I realized, that that's not enough for me anymore" he says and finally makes eye contact with me.

"Having you in my life but only being able to see you through a screen or hear you voice on the phone is not enough for me. Hearing about your days but not being able to be a part of them is not enough for me. Being able to hold you this close to my heart and being too scared to give it to you is not enough for me" he says taking my hand and placing it on his chest where I can feel his heart beating faster, helping me realize how he's truly felt about me for a while.

"Please say something" he pleads with a voice that sounds broken and vulnerable almost as if he would shatter if you weren't careful. I instead take his hand and place it against my chest showing him that it's beating just as fast as his.

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[sinfulslytherin]

Show me.

First time?

Summary: Your best friend drags you to a Slytherin party for the first time in your life. You are usually not that outgoing and haven't had any experiences with partoes,alcohol or boys yet. But you meet Draco Malfoy at the part...

Amelia and I both make our way to the common room, which is already filled up with all the Slytherins.

Loud music streams through my body and the smell of liquor hits my nose.

"Do you want a drink?" Amelia asks.

"Sure, as long as they have something sweet." I answer.

She smiles as she takes my hand and leads me to a huge table with many drinking options. Amelia starts to mix me a red-ish drink.

"Here- is that sweet enough?" Seh asks as she hands me the drink.

I take a sip and my eyes widen at the good taste. You barely taste the alcohol.

I eagerly nod at her as I take another sip.

Amelia and I stay at the table for a bit as we drink 2-3 drinks and talk a bit and laugh at the jokes we make.

"Do you wanna dance?" She suddenly asks.

"No, I'm not drunk enough for that." I joke "-But you should go, I'll stay here." I smile at her.

I know thaz she wants to look for Blaise  in the crowd.

"I'll be back."

She gives me one more smile before she takes her drink and leaves.

I look around as I realize that I am actually alone. I try to ignore the insecure feeling creeping up on me as I keep on drinking.

The last drop of liquor hits my tpunge as I realize that my drink is empty.

I mentally curse at myself.

"Shit..what did she mix me.." I talk to myself as I look at the huge option of sodas and liquors standing on the table.

"Need some help?" Suddenly someone asks.

My head turns to the left as I see Draco Malfoy standing next to me.

"N-no...thanks" I ditch him as my gaze falls back to the table.

I grab a bottle in order to look at it.It's hard to read anything that's written on it due to the dim light and my tipsy state. I shrug with my shoulders as I'm about to fill it in my cup.

Suddenly a hand snatches the bottle away.

"Hey,hey,hey-That's Stroh-This stuff has 80%-Are you trying to get an alcohol poisoning?" Draco says in a stern voice as he places the bottle as far as he can away from me.

I look at him confused.

"I had no idea what that is.."  I admit as I look at him.

"Is this your first time drinking?" He asks while raising one eyebrow.

"It's my first time at a party." I admit as I turn back to the table and look for another drinking option.

I hear a sigh next to me as I suddenly feel Dracos shoulder brush against mine.

I look next to me only to find him grabbing a few bottles and snatching my cup from my hand.

"Do you prefer sweet drinks or-" He tries to ask but I interrupt him.

"Sweet!" I eagerly say.

He lightly chuckles as he starts to mix something. I watch him as I wait for my drink.

His drink looks different it has a dark blue-ish color. He hands me my cup.

"Try that." He says.

I take a sip from the drink.

My eyes widen. This drink is stronger but tastes even better tham Amelias drink.

"Don't take drinks from strangers, though." He suddenly says.

I look up at him and chuckle.

"Aren't you a stranger to me?"

He looks at me, smirks and extends his hand.

"Malfoy. Draco Malfoy."

I grab his hand in order to shake it.

"Xenia. Xenia Brown." I answer.

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(Yes, I'll still continue 'Guillotine' :3)

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[maryannecrimsworth]

Little Spider Show

Part 1 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10

Guide for tormented hearts

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Selective mute Reader

Warnings: anxiety crisis; another bullying(I mean, revenge) scene;

Summary: You are not the one who forgets. Not when they called you worthless for no reason and made you vomit in the middle of the hallway. So as soon as you woke up and your brother unlocked your cell, you knew exactly how to take revenge. Your plan was going to work perfectly — until Wednesday sat beside you. But you had no idea that her plan would be so much better than yours.

Hank was staring directly at you when you sat up inside the cage. You were still dirty and wearing Nevermore’s uniform, but you felt great. Your head was light and your eyes moved softly, none of it hurt nor ached. Even your jaw and teeth, which used to be sore every time you woke up, did not hurt at all. Seriously, you were smiling before you met your brother’s gaze.

"Good morning." His voice was low. Too low. Hank has gotten tired of asking how your night was and how you were feeling, so he always remained in silence as he unlocked your cage. Was it a good night or bad one? "Are you going to school today?" His tone was soft. So soft. Hank only spoke like this with students and fragile people. He wouldn't speak with you like that. Unless the night was terrible.

"Yes. " Your throat was dry and your voice was hoarse but you kept going. "Are you not?"

There were dark circles under his eyes and his hair was messier than usual. Hank walked away from you, pacing loudly and slowly around the room while his hands ran through his hair frantically. "I know about yesterday." You swore a hairball fell from his head. "I will talk with these girls and I—"

"Wow, Enid really deserves the 'gossip queen' title, doesn't she?" You walked over your closet. "It's alright, Han, we know this would happen sooner or later."

"No!" He retorted. "No, none of it is supposed to happen. I promised you that I would keep you safe and—"

"We are fucked up, Hank." You turned towards him with your clothes in your hands. "We are odd and devilish and there will always be these stupid people to bother us." Hank swallowed dryly because of your words, guilt heavily falling upon his shoulder. "And it's fine by me. I'm safe. I like Nevermore." You smiled at him. "Don't get involved, please. I can handle it." They would pay for it, you thought, but your kind smile did fool Hank. 

"Okay." He sighed. "Okay, go take a bath and brush your teeth. We're having coffee at the Weathervane."

X

“What is it?” You asked as Hank delivered you a hot mug. The liquid was light brown with a bit of cream on top of it — this was not your order. You're supposed to drink milk, pure milk, as you have done your whole life.

“Latte.” you snorted and pushed the mug away. “What?”

“Mama said I can’t have coffee.”

“Mama can rot in hell, Y/N.” His dark voice startled you. “Sorry. Look, she never wanted you to have coffee because you are more useful asleep. You were more useful.” You could see Hank scolding himself internally. “Try it. I’m sure you’re going to like it.” Hank winked and you said nothing. “It will help you to stay awake longer.” 

This argument was enough to make you grab the mug and drink it all at once. Your whole face turned red as some of the boiling liquid ran out of your lips.

“I burned myself.” You whined, painting and cleaning your mouth with your sleeve. 

“Of course you did.” Hank pulled your ear. “You moron.”

X

The morning went on without much problem. You could swear someone roared behind your back but, as always, your focus remained on the teacher speaking, not on your incredibly pleasant classmates. The Biology and Chemistry classes passed smoothly: you held your pen with one hand and your notebook with the other, writing diligently so as not to raise any worries from your teacher. But, your notes had nothing to do with the words on the black board — you were writing down all the items you needed for your plan, not caring much about the ionic bonds and mammals. 

Until the lunch break, you needed to gather, somehow, a ipecac leaf and find a plant dehydrator. You figured you might have luck if you took a trip to the greenhouse, even though your brother had forbidden you to go there. Well, the worst that could happen to you was another pull on your ear — so you decided: you would go to the greenhouse, you only needed to wait for the bell to ring again and then sneak out the class. 

You smiled to yourself and closed your notebook when a pair of eyes made your skin burn. You lifted your head and looked at the teacher. 

“Our next exam is going to be a pair research.” He said, probably not for the first time. “Are you comfortable with your pairing?” His eyes dropped to the figure sitting beside you. You followed the teacher’s gaze and — you held your breath instinctively — Wednesday Addams was staring at you this whole time. Why haven't you been left alone this time? You had been released from pair work from the very first day. And it was just a research paper, you saw the topic written on the board, you could do it all by yourself and— wait, why wasn't Wednesday blinking?

“Be careful what you wish for, Mr. Torres. The mad scientist and her little helper puppy can become the duo of your nightmares!” The class laughed because of that same shrill voice of yesterday. So…you supposed you were the puppy? 

What was this girl's obsession with calling you a dog? It was your brother who trained werewolves! 

“A mad scientist usually has a monster at their disposal.” A cold voice struck back and everyone turned to its owner. Of course Wednesday wouldn't keep it shut. “I can confirm it.”

Some students squealed and laughed at the expression of fear that made the shrill-voiced girl pale.

“Silence!” Mrs.Torres tried to regain control of the class.“Mrs. L/N?” You tried to look up at the teacher again, but everyone’s gaze was on you. The laughter did not stop and the whispers grew louder as Wednesday kept sitting gracefully by your side. She was all that: confident, scary and strong-minded — while you could not even force yourself to answer the teacher. An expectant silence dominated the room as the professor's eyes remained on you. “Are…you…comfortable…with…your…pairing?” He asked ridiculously slower, as if you had some kind of retardation or deafness. Now the entire class looked at you as if you indeed had it. Even Wednesday’s gaze got bewildered as your sweat started to drop on your desk. 

Of course I’m not comfortable, I am never comfortable with these purple-dressed teenagers around me.  

You tried to swallow the knot that came up in your throat, but the movement made you cough instantly. Your mouth and throat were so dry that a painful itch spread all over your neck and you weren’t able to breathe anymore. Your whole body was shaken by the coughing as you covered your lips and sprinted out the room. 

You heard loud laughs while you rushed down the hallway, looking for the nearest toilet with the air being violently expelled from your lungs. Your abdomen and chest were already shaking with spasms by the time you broke into the restroom and sank your head into the sink. You turned on the tap and drank the water in quick sips, guiding the water to your lips with your hands. 

Your face and vest were already soaked when the bell rang loudly through the whole school. Fuck. The lunch break. You lost the opportunity, you couldn't make it to the greenhouse. Your plan was ruined. No one was going to take revenge today. Perhaps it really was a dish that should be served cold.

“L/N.” Speaking in coldness, guess who followed you. Your cheeks were still wet as you turned to Wednesday. In fact, you didn't want to, but she keeps coming up beside you and you can't stop yourself from turning around. “You ruined my message.”

Oh, fuck you. And you ruined my plan, so we’re even. What about it?

You stomped over the door and tried to close it. 

“This is the female restroom.” She noted, her fist closed around the knob as your hand pushed the knob on the other side. You tried to slam the door one more time, but she held it open. “It is you who should leave.” So you did. You wriggled out of the doorway, without even touching Wednesday's uniform, and stepped back into the hallway. 

The hallway now full of students heading to the canteen, talking and laughing and walking together in these huge packs of purple people. Someone stepped on your foot as you tried to control your breathing. It didn’t even hurt, but you walked back in reflex and your back hitted someone. It hitted Wednesday. 

"Follow me." She said after unseaming the small crease you made in her skirt. 

She paced determinedly down the hall and you followed, soon reaching the quad full of students. Curiously, she stopped and stood at a distance from the tables and the water fountain. Silence filled the space between you and you found yourself obliged to analyze her face after explanations. Her eyes wandered precisely through the quad, following a moving-target as a twist took over her lips. A smirk?

A loud scream made you look away: and then you saw. Oh, what a beautiful image you saw! The shrill-voiced girl was screaming for her life in the middle of the courtyard. A dozen spiders emerged from her plate and were now crawling up her chest and face. None of her slaps and screams stopped the arachnids from stepping over her skin. Now, all eyes were on her and everyone within thirty feet could hear her screams for help. 

Your plan might have been ruined, but Wednesday’s plan was way more satisfying.

You laughed delightedly as the girl squirmed on the floor, a loud, husky laugh coming from your lips that made Wednesday's little smile grow. She watched you attentively as your eyes gleamed because of the scene in front of you.

You were having the time of your life before a voice emerged from behind.

“Y/N.” 

It was Hank. Fuck.

X

“You’re walking on thin ice with the principal, Wednesday.” Hank said from behind his desk, his hands sunk into the wood. “You've already been suspended once, and I’m not sure if you will get away with this little spider show of yours.” Hank stared down at her, who was sitting beside his brother with her typically straight posture. Her hands were on her lap and her knees were knit together, her chin up in defiance. And you were mirroring her posture without even noticing. Hank tried to not gasp at you as he went on. “What was that for, after all?”

“They’ve ruined our correspondence.” She told him coldly. “Now I’m late.”

It was a weird deal they had. Like, Wednesday would only go to Jericho with Hank or then driving his moto. They also shared these secret, encrypted notes in the meantime. Was it a mystery solving competition? And she was now late with the riddles? It sounded like something Hank would do to keep a friend out of trouble. He used to do it with you. 

"Bullshit. You avenged Y/N, didn’t you?” Wednesday shifted slightly on her seat because of Hank’s words. “We’ve talked about this, corbeau, you can’t keep righting wrongs around here.”

Corbeau? Was she a raven? A psychic? Is that why Hank always grits his teeth around her? His curse gets worse around psychics. 

“Then you should perform your function properly and take care of these miserable beings.” You looked at her with widened eyes. “They’re bothering your brother and you did nothing.” Why was she bothered about it? She doesn't even know you. 

“You exhaust me, Wednesday.” Hank sighed, with his slumped shoulders and slow hand gestures accepting the defeat. So…they were friends? Hank has never lost an argument so quickly. 

“Did you know about it, Y/N?” After almost an hour scolding the Addams, he finally turned to you. “Did you plan out this thing together?” 

You shook your head and Hank frowned. Yes, you answered, and you could feel Wednesday's eyes on you. 

You were lying, of course — you had no idea about what she intended to do nor why she did it — but you adored it and you wouldn’t let her be penalized alone.

“So it's decided!” Hank did not seem happy. “You two will assist the school clubs for the next two weeks.” It didn’t sound bad. “And apologize.” Now it sounded horrible.

Wednesday fought back again and their discussion restarted. You didn’t really pay attention to what they were saying — you knew your brother wouldn’t go back. So your fingers went down your jacket as well as your eyes, and you began to twist the buttons of your clothes as the discussion dragged on for another half hour. 

A thud then came from the door behind you and you noticed Hank was gone. In an impulsive movement, you grabbed a paper and a pencil from your brother’s desk as Wednesday headed to the door. 

She was already leaving when you held out the paper for her. Please, turn around, turn around and look at—

“I—” Your voice got stuck in your throat as your mind ran widely in thoughts. What are you supposed to say? Could you say anything to her? What if you got it all wrong and she still wanted to kill you? Did she want to kill you in the first place?

Thankfully, your stutter was enough to make her turn her face toward you and see the paper in your hand. This time, you delivered the message without being crushed or wet.

Your note only said:

'Thank you.'

Then you ran away.

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[hexpea]

Ch. 9 - Ignorant

As the afternoon droned on, Seiko managed to fall asleep. Their head fell back on the sofa and light snores escaped their throat as their mouth fell agape. You sighed to yourself, glad that they had found a moment of peace in whatever turmoil they were facing, at least you hoped. You took a moment to pull the blanket you shared up further onto them to keep them warm.

Just as you were about to settle back into the movie, your phone buzzed with a text message. You carefully reached for it, trying not to wake Seiko from their deep slumber. The text was from Ieiri.

Y/N! How dare you not tell me you were back in town? You chuckled at her scolding as you read her message. I had to find out from that blindfolded idiot!

You didn't hesitate to text her back. Sorry, Shoko, it was for personal stuff. I'm still in town for a while if you want to meet up.

Unacceptable. She wrote back. We're getting together tonight, no ifs, ands, or buts about it. I'll make sure everyone's there. She was clearly referencing going drinking, something that you used to do separately from Gojo in the early days of your marriage. You and Ieiri both enjoyed the atmosphere, mostly people watching -- maybe some dancing. It was the only time you saw her usually calm and cool self evaporate into someone completely new.

"Hey, Seiko..." you gently shook Seiko awake. Their eyes groggily unstuck themselves, "I just got a message from Shoko. She's an old friend," you filled in the gaps, "she wants me to go out with our old classmates tonight. What do you think?"

Seiko's eyes continued to blink in order to adjust, quickly rubbing them so that they'd adjust quicker. "Clubbing, huh? Sounds like fun," they answered, their voice still sleepy, "you should go, Y/N. I'll be fine here."

You bit your bottom lip out of excitement. "Are you sure? I don't want to leave you alone," you invited.

Seiko gave a reassuring smile. "I'll be more than fine. I've got some ideas for myself already. You go enjoy your night."

You flattened your expression out of a bit of concern. With the subtle changes happening within Seiko, what could they be up to? Ignorantly, you decided to trust them in favor of going out with Shoko and the rest of your old classmates. You felt that you owed Seiko some blind trust after what had conspired the night before, even against your best interest. With a mixture of excitement and a hint of reluctance, you texted Shoko that you'd join them for a night of partying.

You eagerly got ready for your night while Seiko remained on the sofa, flicking through channels with a somber look on their face. You tried your best to keep them from your mind, knowing they'd come to you with whatever was bothering them at the right time...hopefully. You stayed focused on getting dolled up, missing Ieiri and the others dearly. You were happy to have a night of relief after all of the stress.

Since you mostly stayed behind and didn't really go on any missions during your time at the school, you spent a majority of your time with Ieiri and enjoyed spending time with the other classmates in general -- Nanami and Ijichi. Geto and Haibara were honorable mentions. Unfortunately, Haibara had passed away during your third year and Geto, you had no idea what had become of him since he became a curse user those years ago.

After a while, your Uber had arrived and you went to head out, making sure to give Seiko the name of the club you were going to just in case something were to happen. You didn't know where the night could lead you, especially considering the night before. You wanted to be a little footloose so getting a ride and letting Seiko know where you were going was a good way to cover your ass.

You nearly jumped out of the car as soon as it pulled over to your destination. The club looked active, people coming and going with large, drunken smiles on their faces. A few people were smoking just outside the door and others were making out in the nearby alleyway. You could already hear the music blaring through the open doorway as you made your way past the bouncer. Needless to say, you were excited!

The bass thumped through the club's dance floor as colorful lights danced overhead. Your heart raced as you looked around for your friends. Ieiri, Nanami, and Ijichi were all there, not to mention that stupid, familiar crop of white hair. He wasn't supposed to be there. You thought you had seen the last of him, but there he was, schmoozing with a clearly irritated Nanami as he sipped on some whiskey at the bar. Ieiri wasn't too far off, all smiles while dancing with a stranger and a lit cigarette dangling from her lips. Ijichi was with Nanami, quietly drinking a cocktail of his own and minding his own business.

"Hi!" You shouted over the music with a big smile to Ieiri while walking toward the bar. She greeted you back and happily followed you to the bar where you ordered a drink, body still moving to the music even as you walked. You needed it in order to get through the night if Gojo was going to be there.

"Long time, no see!" Ieiri smiled, speaking loudly over the music. She gave you a small hug, using just one arm to do so as the bartender placed your drink in front of you. She smelled of smoke and alcohol. "How have you been, Y/N?!"

You wasted no time in sucking down the drink in front of you and ordering a second before even answering Ieiri's question. The bubbly liquid burned on its way down, immediately warming your stomach with its intoxicating juices. "Wonderful!" You answered loudly and rolled your eyes, a heavy hint of sarcasm in your voice.

"That's good to hear!" She replied, not getting it. It was clear that she was already very drunk, sarcasm was something that could easily slip right by her in such a state. She was certainly in rare form, you loved this version of Ieiri and couldn't blame her.

"What's Satoru doing here? I thought it'd just be us," you asked her, cutting right to the chase and leaning a bit closer to her ear so you wouldn't have to shout so much.

As you asked, she glanced over at him. He was grinning and still talking Nanami's ear off. Based on his demeanor, you could tell he chose to stay sober this night. Your dinner was obviously a one-off situation for him drinking-wise. "I didn't tell him you were coming," she replied, "totally forgot to mention it. I just mentioned we were going out and he invited himself!" She laughed, snorting at her mistake. You rolled your eyes as she left your side to continue dancing.

After your second drink, you went and joined her on the dance floor. You happily swayed and jumped to the music that nearly vibrated through your skull with volume, schmoozing with strangers as the alcohol made you much more loose and talkative. Your face had even begun to hurt with the permanently wide smile plastered on your drunkenly red expression. 

When you'd had enough of the dancing and were ready for another drink, you meandered back to the bar to order. Your heart rate was sky-high with adrenaline, happy hormones flowed through your veins. There was no place you'd rather be.

Nanami was next to you, finishing the last of his drink. Gojo had finally left him alone to dance with Shoko. The two of you hadn't yet spoke a word to one another. Nanami ordered another drink with you as you began to make light conversation. From your school days, if you weren't with Ieiri you enjoyed time with him -- a sweet but stoic man who took everything way too seriously. You appreciated that about him, he was someone you could trust without question.

"I thought you'd quit!" You smiled at him as he held a flat expression despite the whiskey. You were asking about his choice to return to sorcery. "What brought you back to us?" You phrased the question as if you hadn't left the life behind either.

Nanami used his head to motion behind him where Gojo was dancing. He was spinning Ieiri as the two held the biggest of smiles, truly carefree. "I did quit, but he still won't leave me alone," Nanami answered, speaking loudly and sitting up in order to get closer to your ear. 

"Oh!" You nodded as he pulled away. You almost didn't even need his answer, Gojo was the obvious answer.

He was about to continue your conversation, his eyes had briefly flickered to your engagement ring. The whole community knew about your divorce filing dilemma, word traveling quickly by word of mouth. He had opened his mouth to ask when the devil himself had suddenly come to steal you away.

You felt as Gojo's arm slinked around your waist to slightly turn your body toward him, his own slightly pressed to yours. Nanami watched with an irritated expression. Despite being sober, he clearly had no restraint with his enjoyment in teasing you. He was using your inebriation to his advantage, though he knew it'd be fruitless -- he just like to get you riled up.

"Y/N!" He greeted you with a wide grin, expression bright despite the black blindfold. "Baby!" He chuckled and leaned forward to kiss your cheek.

You leaned away from him and placed your left hand gently on his chest, turning your cheek. He still managed to press a lingering peck, your face immediately turning even more red than it was already. "Satoru," you scolded as his lips were pressed to your cheek, "we're not doing this here." You couldn't help but laugh, the alcohol messing with your inhibitions yet again.

"Oh come on," he pouted sarcastically with a crooked grin, "you can't blame me for trying. You're irresistible, you know." He leaned toward your hear, hiding his face from Nanami, and whispered in your ear.

You rolled your eyes, though a small part of you couldn't help but smile at his persistence. "Smooth, as always."

Ieiri, who was now sitting on the other side of you, chimed in. "What happened with the divorce, you two? Clearly you're getting close now, that's for sure." She couldn't help but ask, asking exactly what Nanami wanted to know.

You were about to answer when Gojo quickly piped up to answer for you. "Don't worry!" He smiled, speaking over the music as Nanami and Ieiri both looked toward you with intrigue. "I signed them, you just have to file them, right, Y/N?" You felt his grip on your waist slightly tighten with interest, your heart raced even harder as memories of the night prior flooded your mind. Temptation was setting in yet again. The usual restraint you had was being heavily tested and for some odd reason, you found yourself failing.

"Ye-" you were about to confirm, surprised that he had told the truth despite his lascivious hold on you. 

"But don't worry, we're still the best of friends," he tauntingly leaned toward you once more, interrupting your answer. 

Nanami narrowed his vision at the two of you in suspicion. He hadn't yet heard about your new engagement, so he had automatically assumed the ring on your finger was your original. To him, something was still going on but the ring on your finger was definitely not the one from Gojo.

Ieiri raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Best friends, huh? That's one way to put it."

Nanami, who had been quietly observing the situation, couldn't hide his disapproval. He took a swig of the new drink in front of him. "Judging by the ring on her finger then," it now clicking for him, "you shouldn't be touching her like that."

Nanami's statement only triggered Gojo even more, a cocky grin sliding across his face as he gently grabbed your wrist from the hand that was on his chest. Your eyes widened in disbelief as he suddenly began pulling the ring from your finger, putting it in his pocket before placing your hand back to where it was.

"There," Gojo smirked, "problem solved. Happy, Nanamin?"

Nanami scowled at Gojo something fierce before looking toward you with an expression that read 'do you want me to do something about him?' You gave a weak smile as if to signal it was alright, the heat still very present in your face.

He sighed, realizing there was no point in further pursuing the issue. "I see you two have your own way of handling things," he muttered, a hint of exasperation in his voice as he took another sip.

Ieiri couldn't help but laugh at the exchange between you. "Well, this is certainly a lively reunion," she noted, enjoying the drama.

Gojo decided to ease the tension with a lighthearted remark. "Nanami's always been the overprotective type," he chuckled and looked back toward you, his face too close for comfort as he grinned.

Nanami rolled his eyes. "You're the one who tends to attract trouble."

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[neuroprincess]

Simili - Prologue

Professor!Agatha Harkness/Student!Female Reader

Fanfic Chapter List

Summary: A series of murders start to scare the small town of Westview when young university students turn up dead on campus, soon Y/N seems to be connected to the victims somehow. Determined to find the author of these atrocities, she can trust no one, not her family, friends, and even less the local police, except the only person really willing to help her, the professor Agatha.

Warnings: Blood, emotional pain, a bit dark compared to what I usual write

Word count: +1900

"My childish and watery eyes struggle to not shed any more tears, they have told me to shut up, depriving me of the first instinct, of pain, of being able to feel and manifest it as a normal child. At this point sounds like a privilege, which this, despite all the privileges life has afforded me, I don't have. Facing the reflection of the bathroom mirror I sigh, face flushed and sore, all I can do is wipe away the tears with the back of the hand. Pull myself together, that's what we do..." 

The beams of light are sneaky, walking slowly through the gaps in the heavy doors as the sun rises and perches majestically in the sky. Beating against the young faces that cross the campus, walking fast to escape the heat or late for the next class. Everyone seems to be in a hurry, stressed as they stand with energy drinks or disposable coffee cups, sometimes aspirin. The light also hits inside the buildings, reflecting in the large windows and reaching the cold floors of the halls, mimicking the shapes of the windows, small dust floating in the glow. That's what Y/N focuses on, eyes focused on the tiny particles, struggling to get away from the foolish conversation of her friends, better, classmates who are almost friends, all sitting at the end of the east side hallway. Not that they were boring or uninteresting, just the opposite, each one has peculiarities, talents and intelligence that made them well-known personalities at Westview University. All have something to stand out in a group so distinguished. PhD in astrophysics, two club presidents, one of the top student program interns and then her. There is nothing she stands out in academically, her grades are good, above average and she is enrolled in extra classes, but still no trophies on the dormitory shelves, no certificates signed by the dean and even less honorable mentions at events. It's as if the gold stars have adopted her as part of them.That smallest little star behind all the others.  

"A coin for your thoughts." Wanda whispers, leaning in close to her. 

"Oh..." in a jolt she breaks out of the trance, turning to find the four of them staring at her in confusion "I'm not thinking about anything important, just a exam this week. We have only two weeks and the new professor is already going to administer one."  

"Let's pretend that you don't already know all the questions, I'm sure you'll get a new maximum. Again." Monica shrugged and went back to talking about something with Jimmy, both law students and members of the same club. 

"She's being a little salty because they lost the debate last weekend." was the first time Darcy spoke up after minutes of conversation, just so distracted as she was in her thick books "Maybe it's the new class you're worried about? Mythology, right? Cosmogony or origin?"  

"Cosmogony, it complements the other classes. And it's easier." 

The brunette laughs and nods negatively, turning to the book without giving further explanation, only to be stared at until she feels uncomfortable enough to say something more 

"The professor is a executioner. I've thought about signing up for extra credit, good thing I attended a class before that, the content is great, but she's strict and even the brightest are having some trouble keeping up. They say that someone has already fainted in class from being so nervous," she relates the last part in a whisper, not doubting the veracity of the event after witnessing an entire class "You're getting into a jam."  

"We're getting in a jam!" Wanda lets out a yelp and straightens her posture, staring at Y/N in disbelief "You! You talked me into this class, I'm screwed, I don't know how to handle pressure well..." her eyes widen and she starts rambling on about how they could get rid of these extra classes.  

"I'm sorry." is all the youth can say, receiving a sympathetic look from Lewis, for the situation and also for what she will face in the semester that had just started. 

After a few long and torturous minutes Wanda is finally calmed down and soon forgets the subject when asked about her next project, starting to talk fervently about the script, costumes and all the inspirations. Monica and Jimmy continue on their own business, trying to come to a consensus about something, Darcy pretends to pay attention to the friend, a podcast playing in her headset at full volume, while Y/N tries to really pay attention. It's the least she can do after getting her into a university jam. The mythology class was chosen precisely for ease and practicality, for being complementary she swore it would be the piece of cake. And her friend joined the idea to complement the grade. And now they both might be screwed in the hands of a executioner professor who managed to scare away even Darcy Lewis, one of the most intelligent and persistent people she has ever met, this is a very bad sign. The only bright side is that the two will face this together. 

"Have you ever watched “The Truman Show”? It's my biggest inspiration for this play, but instead of not knowing the protagonist will be super-aware about everything that happens..." she rambles on barely noticing the commotion of students running through the halls towards one of the exits of the building, the back one that leads to a garden, an area almost abandoned because it's far away from the others.  

"What the hell..." Darcy whispers getting up, trying to follow what happens with eyes, unsuccessfully as soon a small group comes together limiting the view.  

"Let's see what happens, the last time a group got together like this was when two professors had a fight in the yard." Monica says already gathering her things, she runs into the crowd as she zips up the backpack, then looks back facing her friends "Let's go before we lose the gossip. Sounds like a big one." 

Jimmy follows her, running side by side, Wanda is the next to join in, perhaps it was one of those scandals so big and/or complex that it could use and cause a commotion, either in the university or audience. The brunette helps Y/N to get up and together they walk nonchalantly, a background of curiosity leading them to the others, but they don't usually show it as much as their friends. Darcy slips the arm around Y/N's waist as they walk past the riot so they don't lose each other, soft fingers gripping the skin under the thin blouse, which causes shivers and makes her feel warm, completely awkward to the touch. Some guys from the football team push everyone around trying to squeeze in to see, at the same time a group of freshmen run in the opposite direction, indecipherable expressions on their faces, something close to fear or disgust, maybe a mixture of both. A girl crashes into one of the players and falls at the feet of the two university girls, she tries to get up, but before being able to, the body betrays her and soon the entire contents of the breakfast are on the floor. Y/N's eyes widen and she takes a step backwards in pure shock, behind the new girl other students fall. 

Everything happens so fast to assimilate even though the images form in slow motion in her attentive eyes, a space opens up between the crowd like the sea opened up and all she finds is red. Red... in the green of the freshly cut grass... in the gray of the perfectly carved marble of the fountain in the center of the garden. The poet, that woman created by human hands and who gives life to the majestic decoration, holds a book in one hand while the other holds a jug where the water flows, filling and entering every space with the limpid liquidity, which beats against the structure and can be heard even amidst the confusion. Murmurs that slowly become desperate cries when witnessing such a scene, the clear flowing water is equally red to the fat drops that drip from the head of the man resting on the poet's lap, similar to a painting in which two lovers share an artistically intimate moment. If it weren't for the blood and the visible wound anyone could tell that he, with closed eyes and neutral expression, even though wearing an expensive suit, is deeply asleep. The sun beats against the aged face and she is sure that she knows him, her gaze narrows in the direction of the scene, steps guide her closer without even realizing it and she ignores Darcy's calls to come back, as well as the curious friends and the other students on the way. Next thing she knows she is just a few feet from the fountain, the red water almost reaching over the rounded edges and falling to her shoes. It doesn't matter, not now.  

The chancellor of the university... is dead. 

Jareth Redd is dead. 

She resists the urge to touch him or pinch herself just to verify that it's nothing but a dream, imagining that she might have fallen asleep between Wanda's speech about costumes, head lying on Darcy's shoulder, passed out deeply into another dream she would never in life dare tell anyone about. Her hands tremble in nervousness and eyes turn opaque as she realizes that above the tall man's lifeless body is something rectangular, thin and patterned. A traditional tarot card, the king sitting on a throne, a raised sword in hand. Justice.   

Y/N knows what no one else knows and for a millisecond she has to control herself not to show any emotions, compressing lips in an attempt, avoiding a small smile to form. 

At the same moment a loud, shrill and primal noise is heard, someone screaming at the top of thei lungs expressing the most genuine pain and shock. When turn around she finds a middle-aged woman kneeling on the grass, wearing dark clothes in shades of purple and black, her dark hair a mess and blue eyes filled with tears that soon run down the pale face behind thick glasses. She has never seen her before, but she is sure that was someone close to him, because among dozens of people she is the only one to show any kind of reaction other than fear or disgust at the sight of horror. And when the woman's throat dries up there is no more voice for screams, her pain becomes muted, visually excruciating. Without a second thought the girl takes a tissue from her purse and approaches, extending the cloth in hand to the woman.  

"Ma'am..." she whispers trying to get her attention, who lifts her tearful gaze staring deep into the soul. 

And before she can realize Y/N is in the arms of the unknown woman, in a tight embrace, nails digging in her back, face hidden against neck, hot tears wetting skin and the collar of the t-shirt, loud sobs, low cries and many whispers denying to herself what she has just seen. Although she can't sympathize with the pain, the student hugs her back. Her fingers enter the dark brown hair and they hold each other even tighter, soon she is crying together. For a completely different reason. At least there would be someone to cry and mourn Jareth Redd's death, more than that bastard really deserved.  

"He's gone..." 

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[maureensmistress]

Under the Bleachers - Pattie Boyd x Reader

You and Pattie are best friends and classmates entering your senior year. You shared your first kiss a few weeks ago, and you've been "practicing" together every day since. But now she wants to share another first -- only it's not what you might think.

Fluff, angst, kissing, alcohol consumption, catching feelings, implied internalized homophobia, slightly nsfw but not too graphic, a semi-sequel to Just for Practice but can also be read as a standalone.

Word Count: 2k

"Psst!"

You pulled the pillow over your head, still half asleep. "G'way," you mumbled into the mattress.

"Wake up," came an insistent whisper, and you recognized Pattie's voice. She sounded half urgent and half amused.

You flopped the pillow away and raised your head, blinking to see Pattie crouching next to your bed in the pale blue moonlight. She grinned mischeviously, and any thoughts of going back to sleep disappeared as your heart did a little flip. Instead you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes and sat up, wrapping the blanket around your shoulders.

"What're you up to now?" you asked accusingly.

"Look what I've got!" she whispered excitedly. She held out a large glass bottle, glinting in the dark, and you peered at it curiously.

"What is it?"

"Vodka," Pattie whispered.

"What?" your voice rose a little in shock, and Pattie shushed you.

"You'll wake up the whole dorm," she scolded in an urgent whisper.

"You-- you can't have that," you stuttered, and Pattie rolled her eyes, nose wrinkling in amusement.

"C'mon, it's senior year. We should have some fun."

"Where did you even get it?"

"From the kitchen. I think it's for cooking."

"We'll make ourselves sick," you argued. "You should put it back right now." You didn't really mean it, though. Pattie could talk you into just about anything and deep down you knew this time would be no different. Didn't actually want it to be any different.

She looked so beautiful, so ethereal, her white skin glowing in the half-dark, blonde hair pale in the moonlight and large, blue eyes shining silver. She was like some kind of unearthly, elfin creature with a dangerously mischevious smile.

You'd never found her very easy to resist, but since you'd given her your first kiss a few weeks ago -- and maybe it was hers too, and sometimes you hoped that it was -- it was even harder. Just knowing how those soft pinks lips could make your whole head go blank and the world start spinning around you was so distracting, so hard not to cave into.

"Don't make me drink it by myself," she pouted. "This is the first time you've ever had a drink too, right? We should do it together."

You twisted your mouth to the side and tried to look reluctant. "Well..."

***

You and Pattie knelt under the bleachers, lit only by a cream-white moon. It was only early September and the nights hadn't gotten cold yet, but you'd still put on your jacket over your thin nightie, if more for modesty than anything else. You could still feel the blades of grass tickling your legs through your nightgown.

Pattie huffed a little trying to unscrew the bottle, and you reached for it. "Let me."

But Pattie managed to get cap off right at that moment, and she stuck her tongue out at you.

"Oh, very mature," you said, but you couldn't help but giggle.

Pattie was the first to take a mouthful. Her whole face contorted with disgust and she squeezed her eyes shut, bringing a hand to her mouth. She swallowed hard and then blinked her eyes, which watered slightly.

"How is it?" you asked wryly.

"Delicious," Pattie replied staunchly, her voice slightly hoarse. "You'll love it."

She passed you the bottle, and you sniffed it. It was acrid and harsh, and you wrinkled your eyebrows. But Pattie was looking at you expectantly, and you remembered her soft, pink lips wrapped around the mouth of the bottle, and you closed your eyes and brought the glass rim to your lips.

It burned the moment it hit your tongue and you almost choked, but Pattie hadn't and you weren't about to let her outdo you. She's always been like a big sister to you, which was a little irritating because she was only a few months older than you -- you'd both been eighteen for a while now.

Stubbornly, you swallowed it down, ignoring the way it made your nose wrinkle and your face scrunch up, and then took another swallow just to prove that you could.

"Okay, okay, I'm suitably impressed," Pattie said playfully, taking the bottle back from you. She took another sip, a bit slower and more carefully this time, and managed to keep her face smooth. She looked mature and sophisticated sipping vodka like it was nothing -- at least if you ignored that she was drinking straight from the bottle while kneeling in the grass.

Still, you felt a little proud, a little important as the two of you passed the bottle back and forth. You were getting better at drinking it, too, and you and Pattie joked and giggled while you took turns. You got about halfway through the bottle before the warmth in your chest began swimming in your head, making your limbs feel loose and light. You could tell, from the way she fumbled a little with the bottle, that Pattie was feeling it too.

You watched her stick her little tongue out, searching for the rim of the bottle, and watched how the silver moonlight slid back and forth on the bottle as she tipped it back. She still flinched slightly when she took a drink, but you wondered if the burn still felt painful or if, like for you, it had become a welcome harshness that lit all the nerves in your lips and mouth on fire.

With alcohol on your lips the world was so much fuzzier and vaguer, but you could feel every nerve in your lips so much more sharply, every heartbeat pulsing under your skin, and you longed to feel Pattie's heartbeat too. To feel the way her skin fluttered under your tongue like the one time you'd found the nerve to kiss down her throat, and then she'd gasped in pleasure and you'd gotten scared and you'd both stopped.

You realized, gaze flicking from her lips to her eyes, that she was watching your lips too.

"Maybe we should practice kissing while we're drunk," you suggested, and then blushed hard. Still, you had to keep going now. "Maybe we'd be better at it. Looser, you know? I'm just saying we do it for practice, is all."

"There's something else we could try," Pattie said, still watching your lips.

A thousand things flashed through your mind, and it was harder, now that your head was swirling, to push them all away. "W-what's that?"

"We really shouldn't. But... people do silly things when they're drunk," Pattie said, not really answering. "I don't think they count."

And then she cupped the back of your neck and pressed a kiss to your lips. It was open-mouthed, heated, intentional. Like she knew exactly what she wanted to do with you. It felt different from your tentative practice kisses in the library, or even from the more confident kisses you'd settled into recently.

She'd only let her hands move to your body just the once -- it made it harder to pretend it was just practice for the boys. But Pattie pushed forward so her body pressed up against yours, pressed you backwards into the grass so you were propped on your elbows and half laying down. The weight of her body on top of you felt grounding and exciting all at once.

Her mouth burned against yours from the lingering taste of vodka and the unbelievable heat of her lips and her tongue. The two of you had gotten good at kissing over the last few weeks -- or at least, you'd gotten good at kissing each other, and Pattie swirling her tongue around yours in the way that you liked. You moaned and pulled back a little to suck on her bottom lip.

Maybe it was the vodka swimming in your head, and maybe it was just that after weeks of kissing you needed something more, but there was no hesitation as her hands fumbled with the buttons of your jacket. Your fingers met and entangled as you helped her take it off, lying back in the grass completely now so your loose hair made a halo around your head.

Pattie was on top of you but she pulled back slightly from the kiss, her breath ghosting over your face in ragged gasps, and cupped your face with both hands. The two of you locked eyes for a moment and you felt something terrifying take flight in your chest, something you'd never really felt before, not even with Pattie. It roared in your ears and made the world feel far away, but Pattie you felt in every inch of your skin, tasted on your lips and felt pressing your whole body down to the earth. You wanted to twist against her, to feel and examine every place your bodies touched.

And then she was kissing you again, and you tangled your hands in her hair with a kind of abandon and passion you'd never had before. But it was alright. It didn't count, just like Pattie had said. So you tugged at the hem of her shirt and slipped your hands underneath, feeling the soft heat of her skin and ghosting your hands over her body until they found her breasts and squeezed them through her bra.

She gasped into your mouth, but then one of her hands slipped from your face to your left breast and she gently, tentatively held it through your thin nightgown. You arched your back, pressing into her touch, trying to express without words that you wanted this, and she must have understood because she found your nipple and brushed her fingers over it. The touch was so gentle and light, teasing, and you felt heat pooling between your legs.

Your hips twitched involuntarily, all but grinding against her, and Pattie moaned into your mouth and you realized that she felt it too. That the electricity did not stop at the edges of your being but was coursing through her, through both of you, joining you together into a creature that felt as one. You weren't entirely sure what you were doing anymore, just arching and twisting underneath her in response to her touch and trying to follow those electric sparks into her skin.

And then you felt Pattie's fingers at the hem of your nightgown, and you froze.

You'd fantasized about this before, you might as well admit it, but had never, ever dreamed that it would come true. Was this really happening? Did Pattie really want it?

Would she regret it in the morning?

And that thought was like ice in your heart. Years of telling yourself you and Pattie were only friends, nothing more, never more because that would only make Pattie shy away came pouring back. You'd always been so terrified that she would find out how you really felt about her, about the soft, dark things you thought about at night, and that it would scare her away and you'd lose the person you loved most in the world.

It doesn't count, you thought to yourself defiantly.

But to you it did.

You gently disentangled from Pattie, pushing her away. She looked at you with confusion and a touch of hurt, her eyes wide.

"What's wrong?"

"I-- I feel sick," you lied. "I need to go to bed."

"Oh.... Okay." Her voice was small, and it made your heart ache, but you didn't have the courage to do anything about it.

You pulled your jacket back on, not looking at Pattie.

"Are you--" Pattie started, and then cleared her throat. "Are you mad at me?" You had a bad feeling she was trying not to cry, and you were desperate to apologize, to wrap her in your arms, to explain that you would never be mad at her, but you were just so, so afraid.

"Of course not," you said instead, still not looking at her. But even so, you knew she didn't believe you.

The two of you walked back to the dorm in silence, throwing the half-empty bottle of vodka in the bushes. It went without saying that you would never do this again. You wanted to hug Pattie goodnight like you normally would, but she wordlessly brushed past you to her own bed, and you heard her crawl under the covers without saying goodnight.

It wasn't until you were curled up in bed, the swirling feeling in your head starting to go away and leave behind a dull headache, that you actually let yourself cry.

#beatles girls x reader #beatles girls #the beatles #beatles fic #lesbian #wlw #pattie boyd #pattie boyd x reader #will probably edit this more in the future

[wrongtvrns]

❝ HOW DO I KNOW WHAT'S REAL WHEN I DON'T EVEN TRUST MYSELF ❞

STATS:

Name: Cassia Salas

Age: 31

Face Claim: Priscilla Quintana

Occupation: Paramedic

Neighborhood: Wrightsville Beach

Gender & Preferred Pronouns: Cis female & she/her

BIOGRAPHY:

trigger warnings: drug use, underage drinking, parental neglect

Every now and then the cosmos aligned just right and a soul was born into a name that proved fate to be something real. Cassia was born to Lara and Alejandro Salas, a couple who had married right out of high school and were going nowhere fast. The two couldn’t seem to figure out adult life and how to live efficiently; money was often squandered too quickly, often as soon as it hit their pockets or bank account so that they could enjoy young adulthood, forgetting they had a young child who needed proper attention and consistent care. Cas or Cassie as most called her, spent much of her time in the care of a neighbor while her parents worked and then burned through their paychecks. A latchkey kid was what she would soon become, finding she had personality traits all too similar to her parents — addictive like her father and hedonistic like her mother. Alejandro had a gambling habit, known locally as a bit of a card shark that would occasionally take a trip to large cities to hit up bigger games and bigger jackpots. Her mother, Lara, was into anything that made her feel good; whether that was dabbling in drugs and drink or getting in a fast car with a man that wasn’t her high school sweetheart turned husband, she was game for it.

It was two weeks before Cassia’s fourteenth birthday when her father never returned home from a weekend rounders trip up in New Jersey. Missing persons reports were filed and investigations eventually went cold after a month of not so hard looking around. Apparently Alejandro had a reputation in Jersey City and Atlantic City which caused the police to tell Cassia and her mother to expect the worst — he was no doubt gone and not meant to be found. Of course the young teen was devastated by the disappearance and permanent loss, though perhaps not so much as she could have been given the lack of depth to her connection with her parents. They had always been somewhat distant and absent, loving but too invested in themselves rather than creating a wholesome family like much of her friends and classmates at school had. Instead of grieving heavily, Cassia opted for fantasy, imagining that her dad was some explorer or an archaeologist working on a dig in some foreign and far away land. She did it because even then Cassia had the thoughts that there had to be more to life than this.

Coping well wasn’t something her mother did when it came to the loss of Alejandro. It surprised Cassia, she had believed they pretty much lived separate and distant lives. Given that she was the only parent now to put food on the table and provide for Cassia, Lara stepped up and cleaned up her act a bit. Nothing was given up in entirety, things simply slowed and didn’t happen as often. The absenteeism of boundaries and structure in her life set Cassia on a crash course for destruction and ruin for her own life, as it seemed every time life led to a fork in the road she always took the path less traveled — always made the wrong choice and went the wrong direction. It seemed she was determined to learn things the hard way, through mistakes and major fuckups. She wasn’t yet fifteen when she gave into experimenting with drugs, and like her mother — anything that got her heart racing. But Cassia always seemed to get caught or into more than she could handle.

After getting caught drag racing cars, it was determined by the state that she wouldn’t be able to drive a car legally until she was eighteen. Despite it being an ‘oh shit’ moment and quite the wrench in her youth, the minor brush with the law couldn’t set her straight. No, she continued to make bad decisions. At seventeen, Cas was expelled from high school for drug possession and if her own vices weren’t bad enough, the young brunette’s attractiveness also turned out to be a problem. She knew how to use her pretty green eyes, sun kissed skin, and sweet talk coming from glistening rosy lips to get just about anything she wanted from someone. Usually it was for a fix or a drink, older men always being the best targets — no matter her goals and dreams in life, Cassia just couldn’t seem to get it right. Holding down a job was laughable, giving up on her own hedonistic indulgences generally always turned out to be too big of a sacrifice, so Cassia went on bouncing through life one or more problems at a time.

The town just seemed to get smaller and smaller, too many people knew her and not in a way that would have Cassia holding her head high when sober. Her mother long gave up on her so the official freedom of eighteen sent the girl to the beach, finding Wilmington to be cozy and a fresh start. She managed to get her GED and enrolled in college, though again, a normal social structure and schedule was too hard to maintain and it took longer than the average for Cassia to earn an associate’s of arts in art — one of her dreams being a painter. It was during her time in college that the Salas began to pull out of society’s labeled boxes. College was also a time where dating a woman opened up to her and just another avenue of life she walked down the path of. Men and women were fun to entertain on the art scene. For some time, she was hardly around, traveling with other artists led her to adventures she wouldn’t soon forget. Such as the trip in New Orleans where she got mugged, or the sex party she somehow ended up at while in Los Angeles — the paths were never clear how she got from one place to the next but it sure as hell wasn’t the rational part of her brain that made the decisions.

Eventually when back in Wilmington, her addictions got her in trouble once again and with the threat of jail time looming over her head, Cassia yet again made a one sided pact with God that if he helped her out of the mess she would go clean and straight. The lesson would have been to take the consequences, sell out her dealer and do a little time then work to live life responsibly. She was beginning to edge near thirty and still hadn’t really begun living properly, something that had festered under the surface and nagged at her in the back of her mind. The DEA had another plan for her, one she stupidly took, and that was no jail time if she worked as an informant. What she didn’t expect was that she would find such a kindred spirit and someone she felt the need to help and take care of but also a man she would fall crazily in love with. Partly, she would tell herself that it was the drugs and the partying she did with him but Cassia had gotten very good at lying to herself. Eventually being between a rock and a hard place, she cracked, the pressure from the DEA and the love she had for the dealer sent her running away. She fed the DEA some fairly useless information and made up the rest, keeping all of the dealer’s secrets before leaving town for a couple of months.

It was one thing to break her own heart over and over again in life, it was another to have someone else’s heart in your hands and to take advantage and hurt someone you loved. Her new vow was to get her shit together, to finally live life as a real adult in the world should. When she came back home, Cassia put herself back into college while working as a waitress to barely make ends meet. She had all the credits needed already to meet the educational requirements as a paramedic, she needed course specific classes and training. When it came to it, Cassia actually surprised herself that she was good at it. She filled out her degree and earned an associates in paramedicine. For someone always on the go and needing such a constant state of stimulus, working in emergency and trauma care was a good fit, but it also was quite a bump in income going from waitressing to EMT and paramedic. With the means to do so she was able to move from her roommate situation downtown to her own place in Wrightsville Beach. Still without a clue what life is all about or how to navigate it, Cassia at least and finally had something going right and well for herself.

#wnc.intro #introduction — cassia salas. #biography — cassia salas.

[creedslove]

sorry this is literally my 2nd ask of the day/evening lmaoo but I was wondering if anyone was also thinking/feeling like they aren't socialising enough and just being more extroverted and 'out there' (especially when it comes to college/uni!). yesterday I saw an old friend of mine who goes to a different university than me (I moved quite far from home and in some way escaped from everyone lmaoo). anyways, she told me all about how she goes out to parties, has a boyfriend etc and then here I am just living quite an uneventful life (normally go to coffee shops with friends, the library and study, write or spend time on here or pinterest and maybe drink a bit once in a while). it feels like Im just wasting years by not doing things that she is and its so stressful for some reason 😭 😭 😭 idk this is a bit of a rant but yeah thanks for listenining to my ted talk!!! 😌😍

Jules baby, first of all, you are ALWAYS welcome here, you can send me as many asks as you'd like and I'll always have a smile on my face ☺️

Also, I see that you are so young 🥺��� and as I'm a few years older than you, I must tell you this is a complete normal feeling; I don't know if it is normal for EVERYONE but for A LOT of people (me included) it is! I don't know, I guess it has to do with the fact adulthood usually goes way more different than what we expected as kids/teens, so maybe there's that, also the fact that we compare ourselves too much with other people and that can have a negative impact in our lives, for example in my age, I feel like it's a transition period in which we are going through changes, so a some of my former classmates/friends are getting married, having kids, while others are finishing college or working, and some have done none of that!

I think the key point is: do you like your lifestyle or do you think you should be doing the same as your friend to be happy? If you are happy that way, then you do what you love, you have plenty of time to enjoy your stuff or simply change interests... I don't know if I am explaining myself well enough, but that's it! Overall, don't worry about it, do what you want, try new stuff and adventures and don't be afraid of it, love you honey ❤️❤️❤️

#ask #answered

[doxiedreg]

I still have so much school trauma to work through and come to terms with. In general I accept what happened happened and I can't change the past. But on the other hand I'm so fucking angry at the system that failed me and even neurotypical kids. The educational system as it is now is not good. It's just test after test, essay after essay, constant deadlines, constant homework it's just not healthy. Learning should be fun. I loved learning new things as a kid, I was a hard worker. But then school just overworks you, just keeps demanding more eventhough you are at your limit. Even though your mental health is already shit because you are bullied like hell and nobody does something about it. Already shit because you don't have any close friends because you don't even know what to do anymore together with other people your age because you aren't really interested in most teenager stuff. Already shit because you are constantly suffering sensory overload from out of control loud classes, crowded hallways, people invading your personal space and purposeful scaring you by popping lunchbags and drink cartons. Some teachers are just 0 fun to listen to and make the subject they are teaching the most boring thing ever. Dreading whenever it's someone's birthday because it means there will be balloons everywhere which you are terrified of. Having to explain to teachers over and over why you can't do certain assignments or why you need more time. Physical education being the most shitty thing ever as I can never keep up with the others and it makes me feel pathetic. Also the exercises are often not fun for me at all. Just.. school did so much damage to me.. they denied for a very long time just how stressed I was because I still had good grades and behaved in class. My parents kept telling them how stressed I appeared at home. That my hair was falling out, that I was trembling that I didn't want to eat that I was struggling. But they just shoved the concerns away. It wasn't until I had a panic attack in class at school that they assigned someone to me to help me. But it was too little too late. I started going home early because I was just too mentally unwell. They started to question this as me slacking off because I was lazy or something even though I was grossly overworked. In the end I became suicidal and extremely depressed and stressed and hit rock bottom and stayed home. At first this was meant to be temporary but in the end I just dropped out because I couldn't take it anymore. It was a very dark time..and it took a lot of therapy and time to crawl out of it...school had destroyed my self image. I thought of myself as stupid and lazy and not good enough, never good enough no matter how hard I tried. I wondered if my classmates missed me, it they even noticed I wasn't around anymore. I never got closure on that. But luckily I made a new support system for myself online. There were some toxic friends in there at first but it's been a few years now that I've kicked them all out and I feel loved and cared about and seen. In may this year it will also be a year that I've lived on my own, in my own studio apartment without housemates and it also did wonders for me. I mean it's also been tough and brought new stressful things to deal with but I like being in control over my environment..I hope to get a dog in the future to help me with emotional stability (I miss having a dog on my lap and petting them the most I'm so touch starved but I'm not fond of touching people) and getting out more but I'm not ready yet. For now I have my lil fish guys and snail guys to look after and that's already nice

Anyway.. sorry for rambling..I just had to let that all out, it was building up too much. Ever since the sun started shining I feel like my brain is processing so much stuff in the bg i guess the book post triggered some of it to come outward

To my friends: even if we don't talk much, I love you all so much and I'm so happy to have you all in my life. You make me feel loved, appreciated and supported. You make me feel seen. I am so grateful to have a loving support system, even if I'm a lil shy to reach out sometimes still.

Just you guys are all great, remember that

#lena talks #vent #tw suicidality mention #long post #school trauma #ramble #personal #autism struggles

[afterhourswjay]

Uhhh, sooo... Its been a while since I've written anything, and I had a night terror last night. And I remembered that I used to have night terrors and because of that I have a residual need to avoid going to sleep (i used to cry myself sick because I didn't wanna go to bed), a fear if you will, but I'm fine once I actually fall asleep. Sooo, gonna write ab it while i eat my bagel & drink my coffee :3 Also, just so y'all know, this'll be drawing on my personal experiences with sleep, so if you don't like it, uhh... don't read, ig ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Mha characters (midoriya, bakugo, ochako, dabi, and toga) helping you get to sleep; preestablished relationship between reader n character, btw; also also, I decided to put a 'keep reading' line in here simply because this is gonna be a bit on the dark side. I will add warnings to the best of my ability, let me know if I miss anything

Warnings: just some mentions of swearing, mentions of death (nothing in detail, but its there), light angst - mostly fluff tho

Izuku Midoriya

-you can bet your ass he's noticed your tendency to hang out in the common room for as long as everyone else is hanging out, despite the dark circles hangin' out under your eyes - he asks if you could join him for a study session. cuz he really does want to study together, he just also has an alt reason - you two have been studying for about an hour when he asks if you've been sleeping well recently - and... you tense almost immediately, and you deflect too, continuing to talk about the school problem you two were currently working on - normally, he'd let it drop and just continue working on studying. but he's super worried about you, and yea, he's not the best at trying to get a good-night's sleep... but he wants you to know he's there for you - "Y/n, look at me. Are you getting enough sleep at night? Cuz the circles under your eyes look like bruises" that, plus him gently holding the sides of your face in his hands and he brushes his thumbs over your cheeks so softly - it doesn't take long for you to start crying, exhaustion and guilt washing over you like a tsunami - when you calm down enough to talk, you tell him that you used to have night terrors near nightly. and, while sometimes its really just a cold, cement like feeling in your soul, sometimes its a whole scenario where people die you stress that its usually close family and friends, but sometimes its people that you saw earlier in the day - izuku doesn't know what to say in response to that, deciding to simply scoop you up and hold you close - he's honest when he says he doesn't know how to help you, but he does want to help - please tell him how he can help. if you just need to sit next to him after you wake up, or if you need to talk to him - wait wait wait, he needs to grab his notebook to write it down. you two go back and forth for the rest of the evening, coming up w ideas on things that help and don't help calm you down after a night terror. and how he can help get you to sleep when you don't feel like sleeping

Bakugo Katsuki

-at first, he doesn't really comment on it, but he's observant af - even if you're able to function as normally as any of your other classmates, he's able to tell - the less sleep you get, the worse your caffeine intake gets. that and your adhd symptoms start going through the roof even when you got medication in your system - he doesn't ask, he makes a comment on how you should be dead due to the mass amounts of caffeine circulating through your body - you look at him, coffee mug halfway up to your mouth, and you stare like a deer in the headlights at him as tears start trickling down your face - you don't put your mug down, but you do get up, and walk off. you snag his wrist as you pass, and practically drag him out of the common room to your dorm room and you shut the door behind you - you finish your coffee in one breath, walking over to your bathroom to rinse out your mug and to collect your thoughts - once done, you walk back out and tell him that you avoid sleeping due to your past w night terrors - you don't tell him in graphic detail, but you do tell him enough to know what kinds of demons are lurking in the darkness of your skull - the more you describe to him, the more upset you become until your full-on crying. your having trouble talking, since your hiccupping and your bordering hysterics not gonna describe too much, am starting to cry actually :( - he's silent at first, allowing for you to calm down as he collects his thoughts, and you know he's not good at feelings, but he's trying - honestly, he is - he wraps his arm around your middle, and he pulls you into his side - he's soft for you in ways he doesn't like verbalizing, but hes tying his best - tells you that its ok to rely on others for help. that asking for help doesn't make you weak - tells you to wake him up if you need to read: he gets mad if you don't, so please wake him up, and he'll distract you as best as he can until

Ochako Uraraka

-ngl, you and 'chako were best friends even before you two became romantic partners - you both had years upon years of sleep overs - so she's perfected her strategies in helping you after you wake up from a night terror. you were honest w her in that you didn't like it when she attempted to wake you up, you always felt much worse when she did - she knows that it's not her fault, you told her about your past and she nearly cried - especially when you say stuff about how upsetting some things were and you end your statement w a shrug and comment on how you most likely wouldn't act the same if you hadn't gone through the fucked-up shit you did i'm sorry, i'm heavily projecting (´ε｀；) - she's figured out that you like it when she just lays w you for the first few minutes of being awake after your night terror, and you've told her plenty of times that her simply doing that for you helps you to relax much sooner - sometimes you end up sleep walking, bolting out of the bedroom while letting out heart wrenching sobs, and the only thing saving you at that point is the fact that you and uraraka keep front door locked both to prevent intruders coming in and to keep you in the apartment in case you have a sleep walking type night terror - when this happens, she's usually able to gently guide you back to bed - you don't always tell her what happened, but if you do you usually do it much later in the day

Dabi

-you two have been friends, and villains, since you both were younger - inseparable, the lot of you are - you both suffer from night terrors, so he's able to empathize w you. you help him, and he helps you - sometimes he's the one to drag you both to bed after a few days of staying up, and sometimes its you - you both have similar ways of dealing w the after-maths of y'alls'... and that is 'out of sight, out of mind' - toxic, ik, but it works. and sometimes you expound on what happened, but most of the time its your brain making up scenarios that could've happened - so you both find ways to distract yourselves - sometimes, its early morning chaos by way of stealing cigarrets from convenience stores - and other times its you two committing arson, usually on abandoned buildings, but sometimes fancy corporate buildings - i'd like to think that he's really good at cooking but not baking, while your good at both cooking & baking. so he usually cooks something and you bake something to go w it usually w pilfered ingredients shhh - on the rare occasion do you drink yourselves into oblivion... well, dabi probably would do it frequently, but your able to talk him into doing other things. but sometimes you don't have the energy to and so you just join him - and still others you just sit in silence, sitting shoulder to shoulder on the couch in your shared apartment. he's watching you out of the corner of his eyes while you just stare blankly at the wall, mostly because your brain is playing a movie to distract you from the darkness that is keeping you awake. he thinks its weird, the way you can just stare at walls

Himiko Toga

-you two rent an apartment in the 'worst' part of the city. your landlord doesn't care that your villains, he only cares about you two keeping up w payments - you have a decently sized 1 bedroom, 1 bathroom apartment. originally you rented one with 2 bedrooms, but you had enough night terrors where you pretty much woke up every time screaming - plus, who doesn't like cuddling w their + 1 while on the way to sleepy town?? - 100% uses it as an opportunity to hang out w you - she makes sure to have your favorite foods/drinks/books/ect on hand to help distract you - if you simply want to cuddle, then thats fine too - she's the most likely to convince you to go murdering people, maybe stalk a couple of others - sometimes she takes you on a date to a cafe so that you can get yourself a drink and some food - whatever you want to do, she'll do it too. oh oh, do you want to dress up as each other?? - usually drags twice along w the two of you - the three of you are good enough friends where you don't protest against having twice there

#jays thoughts #izuku headcanons #bakugo headcanons #ochako headcanons #dabi headcanons #toga headcanons #mha headcanons #izuku x y/n #izuku x reader #izuku x you #bakugo x you #bakugo x y/n #bakugo x reader #ochako x you #ochako x y/n #ochako x reader #dabi x reader #dabi x you #dabi x y/n #toga x you #toga x reader #toga x y/n #reader is a hero #reader is an lov member #reader is gender neutral #slight angst #tw death mention

[nananarc]

Alright so I know I'm a month late to this Art Summary thing, but I'm Vietnamese, and we don't consider the year to end until Lunar New Year (which in here we call Tết holiday). And today, is in fact, the true last day of 2022.

The pic in January feels like years ago actually. I felt like I'm a completely different person compared to back then, both in art and in life. As in, a more skilled and mature person (i hope?), but also beaten up and without all the high hopes and energy that I used to have. I guess it's a funny coincidence that I ended the year with that artwork depicting that particular scene in Truyện Kiều (The Tales of Kieu). She's beautiful, singing songs and citing poems, but in a whorehouse, trapped and melancholic. Well, I can't compare my life to hers. But I'm at that stage of life where it might seem like everything is doing ok but the ground under my feet is rumbling and cracking but no one else can see it.

I feel like "I have been getting it wrong, Father", quote Fleabag, and that probably reflected in my art a bit. At this point I'm just living for that momentary trance / manic / whatever you wanna call it that art is capable of sometimes putting you in.

I might sound all sad and shit and, well yes I am crying and basically a pink fur ball of anxiety as I write this, but I will be relatively fine. So, in order to remind myself of all the good shits that happened despite it all, I'll put a list of them under the cut. Mindful and all that shit, yeah?

No expectation or wish for the next year for me.

But Happy Lunar New Year, everyone! :)

Go by exclusively they/them now and even though I'm still navigating through this identity, I felt gender euphoria when, in eng speaking space, people start to refer to me with the right pronoun.

I still don't make much money, with only 1-2 commissions/month, and most months without any order. But all of my clients were such good people (well except for one, bitch turns out to be crazy as shit but not to me lmao, she was still fulfilling her end of the bargain), they are also good friends, and I love them dearly. They all gave me so much support and care through everything.

I tried edibles, ate a bit too much, was tripping balls so hard I had a disco dance game in my head but with 90s graphics and the characters are all of my worst anxieties. Also had that glitchy, time skipping, reality bending experience. It was all very fucking awesome. Not gonna do that again tho lmao.

Visited the MOCA in Bangkok and reignites the love I have for art.

Realized I am asexual and it was extremely freeing. I thought lewd thoughts more than I have ever been because of that ahahaha XD

Start to embrace the fact that I'm probably neurodivergent.

Got really good at making mods of the Cyberpunk 2077 game and I'm really proud of my works.

Finally got to treat one of the health problems that have been plaguing me for years.

Had some really fun hangout with my dear friend over a drink at small, low-key pubs. She used to refuse to even touch a drop of alcohol because all her experiences with it left too at an impression. Now she drinks for me if I can't finish my cocktail.

I bought 2 traditional dresses and I love them dearly.

Busted a bitch's fake ass for stealing art. That was fun because no one even realized the extend to how shameless that shithead was. But even then, I still have no hate ask, that is kinda a bummer tho lol.

I talked more to my classmates and even though I still don't really vibe with them that much, I appreciate them more now.

Starred in an indie movie. Wasn't a particularly fun thing the whole time, but it was an experience nevertheless.

Got more daring about my makeups.

#learn to be kinder to oneself please na #art summary #cryptic na posting

[ye-local-simp]

Good morning/afternoon/evening/night. congrats on 400 followers,while I was reading through your blog and posts I saw the TWST match-up event if it isn't over yet I was wondering if I could request for a match -up.

My mbti type is INFP-T. I have dark brown hair and brown eyes.Im usually quite insecure about myself as I have been teased a few times by my classmates about my looks.I am energetic and loud to those that people like close friends while with people I don't really know like classmates I come off as cold n boring basically a loner of sorts and I kind of tend to panic when meeting new people like what to say or did I do something wrong. I also ask my friends alot of their ok if they look a little off or not their usual self. I've also been called naive by my friends. I tend to bottle up my emotions and don't really share with other's. I also have horrible memory as I can't remember certain things like having to wear a uniform on Mondays or like some homework.I enjoy learning geography and arts. I enjoy reading about serial killer cases or just studying about them from books. I also like watching people explore haunted or abandoned places that are usually rich in history about the place. My hobbies are drawing not realistic but I try to, reading books manga, playing games, watching analog horror vids on YouTube, playing games mostly horror, gacha and rhythm. I usually rant to people about the stuff I watch like the lore of the analog horror or stuff I learnt bout a old place I watch and I sometimes feel like I'm annoying the person. I sometimes say very dark stuff randomly that I have in my head or just very dark or werid facts I know about randomly to family or friends. I enjoy j-pop or pop in general and metal rock. I really inspire to be an animator or fashion designer or just an artist who has a small business or does commissions.

I apologize if this is to long or too much.If you have too much requests at the moment it's alright mine can wait make sure to take care and take breaks.Eat,drink and sleep well. Have a good day ahead ^^

The character I will match you up with is ...

Idia!!

The reason behind is the fact that you two are quite similar so he doesn't really feel force to be extroverted when he is with you. Plus, it is nice to know someone gets him other than Ortho.

You both would probably consistently have dates where it is a game night and you two would probably love the same games etc.

-Idia is one the King's of dark humour and if you say dark stuff, he would probably bring it to light with a funny joke. Plus, Idia would most likely like the same genres of music you like.

-If you want am artist of some sort or an animator, he would definitely support your goals even though he probably can not draw to save his life.

-Honestly, there won't be much issues with the relationship but he will probably only like you if Ortho does too. So there will be issues if Ortho doesn't like you.

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hello :) i hope your reqs are open! im a little new to this, could i request peter parker and reader are besties with feelings and reader starts smoking bc her friend peer pressures her? and peter is concerned and wants her to stop and take care of herself. fluff angsty please and thank you so much in advance 💛

Hurts to see you like this

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Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Warning: mention of smoking and drinking, angst, fluff in the end, swearing, peer pressure,

People say being in high school is so fun. But it is not. It is total shit. You don't really see how it is fun getting stressed by the things you gotta study, your parents constantly nagging you to get good marks, worried you won't be able to meet everyone's expectations from you, a fear you would disappoint everyone, and finally peer pressure.

Parties. You hate it. Too many people and music playing too loud. You say that you aren't interested in parties to your classmates when they invite you to one, they start saying hurtful things. They pressure you until you give in and attend the party.

And when you attend it they pressure you into making you drink alcohol. And you drink because you don't wanna seem like a coward or something. And then they slowly pressure you into smoking. And you get hooked on it. you start using it as a coping mechanism.

Peter never fell into the trap of peer pressure. You admire that about him. You wished you were like him.

You didn't tell Peter that you started smoking. He would be so pissed if he knew about that. You would try to tell him but back away thinking of what he will think of you.

A month passed and you pretended like you don’t smoke and didn't have feelings for Peter while Peter pretended like he didn't know about you smoking. Of course Peter knows about it, he has seen you sitting on the avenger’s tower roof with a cigar in your hand while he went for a stroll at night as spiderman. He was truly deeply concerned about you.

Gathering up the courage Peter decided to confront you. Tapping his leg, leaning the side of the elevator, he waited for the elevator to reach your floor.

Tony was doing some work in the living room when Peter got out of the elevator.

“Hello Mr.Stark. Is y/n here?” he asked.

“Yeah in her room, underoos.”

“Thank you, Mr.Stark.”

“You are welcome, kiddo.” he said, carrying on with his work.

Peter knocked on your door and waited for your reply.

“Come in.” you shouted from inside. Peter entered the room. You were sitting on your bed with your laptop on your lap.

“Hi peter.” you greeted him, smiling cheerfully. He didn't say anything, he just started going through your things. The smile on your face turned to a frown.

“Hey what are you doing?” you said. You placed the laptop down , standing up. “Peter, what the fuck are you doing?”

He picked out a box of cigarettes from your bag and threw it in front of you. The blood in your face drained.

“You know what that is?”

You didn't reply to him, your stomach churned.

“That's the shit you have been smoking for a month and forgot to mention to me or are you using it for more than a month?.” he asked you angrily.

“Peter…” you tried to make words come out of your mouth but you couldn't. You felt like someone was choking.

“Do you have any idea how concerned I have been? I waited for you to tell me about it when you are comfortable. But you never did. You got addicted to that shit. That thing could kill you.” he ranted on and on.

"Hurts to you see like this, y/n." His voice was filled with worry.

Your nails dug into your palm.

“Are you even listening to me?”

"You're making me feel fucking stupid. Like I have gone crazy." you spoke up.

“I'm not.”

“But it feels like that.”

“I'm just trying to show you that I care about you and you should stop smoking.”

“I tried. Ii tried to stop but I couldn't. I really tried, peter.” you start to cry. All the emotion you bottled up exploded. “I feel so pressured. I promised myself I wouldn't smoke again when I tried it for the first time. But they pressured me again and kinda got addicted. I Started using it as a coping mechanism. But I wanna stop. I need help.” Peter held you in arms as you sobbed.

“It's okay. We will figure this out together, I will help you.” he said.

“You will?” you asked, staring into his eyes.

“Yes.”

You didn't know what got into you, you kissed him on his soft lips. To your surprise he kissed you back. When you pulled he had a small smile on his face. He wiped the tears off your face.

“It's alright, okay. Now you are going to sleep because you need rest.” he said.

“But peter…”

“No buts.”

He closed your laptop and placed it on your table.

He sat on the bed. You placed your head on his lap. He ran his hands through your hair. You fell asleep n. Admiring you, Peter smiled. Soon he drifted to sleep.

Tony knocked on your door to check on you two but didn't get any response from you two. He opened the door to find you sleeping on Peter who was also asleep in an awkward position.

Tony took your soft cotton sheet on top so you don't get cold. He took another sheet for Peter and put it on him. He turned off the lights and went out of the room leaving you to sleep peacefully.

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