#i had to go sleep on the concrete. floor. in my moms room.

[deadghosy]

Hi so I don’t know if you’re taking requests at the moment but a couple days ago I fell onto the concrete on my way to school and both my knee and leg were bleeding and needed one of those big patch bandaids so I was wondering if you could do like the Hazbin Hotel characters when there kid falls over and gets hurt like I did only they hurt both of their knees and they try fixing it first then they go to there parent and ask for help (no I definitely don’t struggle with asking for help what are you talking about) and they need like multiple patch bandaids on both legs, sorry if I bothered you with this request have a nice day/night

OOP I HOPE YOUR KNEE HEALS LOL! And yeah I don’t like asking for help either 🦆 also sorry if some of them are short because I didn’t write in order and kept skipping to finish other scenarios.✨

HOW THEY REACT TO CHILD! GN READER GETTING HURT:

Charlie

You were training to skateboard as you seen it on a dvd Alastor had for you. You seen how the human teens were skateboarding and wanted to do it as well.

And how did that go for you?

You fell with a face plant as you got up from the concrete from the pentagram city you known and hated for its crimes. You grumbled cursing yourself out as you kicked the damn skateboard as you wrench feeling a burning sensation in your knees to only look down and see them bleed.

At first you panicked like a dumb ass as you had a very shocked pikachu expression. But damn you didn’t want to ask mom….so you went to the hotel and go in your room grabbing some medical things.

You watched plenty of movies where they take the mc to the hospital…of course you can do this!

Time later, and you couldn’t get the hang of it as you actually tied your hands together with a wrapping bandage.

Charlie found you and snickers but grew concerned when she saw your knees. Good thing she was good at bandaging things.

So at the end it was a soft end as you had a cool skull bandage on both of your knees

LUCIFER

You were supposed to be in bed, BUT NOOO YOU WANTED TO BE A BAD ASS KID AND SAY NO!

You laid in bed with a grumpy face “fucking bed time…fuck bed times. I go to sleep when I wanna sleep…” you say under your breath. >:(

It was basically giving Eric cartman 🦆

You got out of bed as you sneak around the palace as you held your hand out letting out soft fireworks for a light source. Like hell…you didn’t wanna get caught but shit you were actually thirsty.

You went to the dinning room and go to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. You flew up with your three pair of wings and grab a glass. You smirked and turned around to find Lucifer, your father in his duck pjs tapping his foot with a raised brow.

You yelp shocked as you accidentally dropped the glass making some glass shatter as you flew to get away only to run into a wall.

At the end, you scrapped your knees by the wall somehow as the kitchen walls were brick and you slide down.

Lucifer tried to help you but you ran to your room as he sighs at his stubborn child…

“What in the world was they thinking…”

Alastor

You found out about your shadow like powers your father had and wanted to test it out as Alastor had his own shadow watch over you with a soft smile.

And how did that go for you?

It went kinda well you suppose as you did some shadow tricks and even shadow transportation.

But….

He found out you were injured before you knew yourself. His shadow grabbed you into his lap as he shakes his head in disapproval at you getting yourself at how you tried to shadow transport but ending up falling on your knees first from the air.

“My sweet little doe…you must be more responsible with your powers…” Your father said as his shadow counterpart wraps your knees in a bandage wrap

VAGGIE

You were skating around the hotel and wanted to do a 360° on the hotel stairs as you let out a gremlin laugh putting up a 🤟 as you said “YOLO!”

Cut to you on your face as your skate board is rolling away from your flat out body on the floor. Yeahh….you ate your own words as you didn’t think you would fail a sick trick.

You got up but hissed looking at your knees that has carpet burn..

“Shitttt” you said hissing still getting up as you grab a skull bandage and putting it both on your knees.

Your mom found out tho….and boy did she give you a huge lecture about skating in the hotel as you felt ashamed at making your two moms, especially the mom who is pouring peroxide on both of your knees to disinfected anything in it.

“You’re grounded from your skateboard….” “WHAT!”

Husk

“Kid the fuck happened to you…” Husk said as you had turned your back from him. Husk scoffs as his own child wasn’t responding to him. He grabbed you by the scuff of your shirt and you faced him with teary eyes.

Context: you tried to run downstairs as your favorite show was on but ended up falling down the stairs like a dumbass and slide like a cartoon character as you sobbed just laying there

Husk’s eyes soften as he sighs sitting you on the bar took grabbing a med aid kit and an alcohol wipe. Husk didn’t want to assume but he just had to say it.

“So..kid, you gettin' picked on or something?” He asked as you jolted shocked making him narrow his eyes as if it was the right answer

“What?! No! Pops I ain’t gettin picked on…”

“ then answer.” He said seriously..

You told him the truth as you promised him not to laugh at you….he laughed as you scolded him.

ANGEL DUST

Let’s just say…monkey see, monkey do.

You saw your father practicing his pol dance skills as you watch clapping and appreciating skills. Your eyes shine amazed as your father left you with some leftovers from last dinner the hotel crew had with you.

You ate waiting for your father as you hum peacefully with fat nuggets by you. Your little mind wanted to learn how to pole dance elegantly like your father.

So what did you do?

You got on that damn pole and bruised the fuck out of your knees. Literally you tried to get down safe, maybe like a fireman? As you slide down you hit your knees first than your feet as fat nuggets squealed worried for you.

Your father came in tired as he sighs. But then he instantly comes over to see what was wrong as you covered your knees with a shy smile as fat nuggets poke his cute little nose to your hands covering your knees.

You didn’t want to ask him for help as you felt ashamed for doing dumb shit but Angel takes your hands off your knees and sighed again.

“Jeez kid…if you wanted to learn the sport, ask the pro next time sweetie.” Angel says kissing your head as you nod with a soft smile

SIR PENTIOUS

You tripped on his tail falling on your two knees as the egg blitz jumped at shocked. Your father didn’t even noticed as he was just excited to make smoothies with you.

You didn’t cry…no…of course no-

You cried like a little bitch…

BUT WHO COULDN’T AS IT HURT YOU!

You held both of your knees as the egg boiz surrounded you trying to calm you down as your papa slithers by you trying to see what was wrong. One of the egg boiz named frank explained what happened. You tried to say it didn’t hurt and that you could stand up.

You stood up with wobbly bleeding knees with a weary smile as you face planted.

Yeah pentious picked you up with his tail and cried to Charlie at how he is a horrible father for harming you as you and Charlie tried to call him down.

He calmed down as Charlie helps while pentious kept asking if you were okay

ADAM

You flew into a window having glass shards in both of your knees as you let out a scream.

Cut to you being escorted by angel guards to your house as Adam was pissed and tired .

“Fuck kid…just..” he rubs his eyes as he pulled your ear inside and slamming the door to the guards.

“Ow! Dad chill the fuck out old man! Ow ow ow!” You yelled as you hid your wings while Adam grumbled with an irritated expression. Adam definitely gave you a smallest lecture while cursing you out at how he is tired of having the guards come to his door.

Adam sighs looking at your knees while you huff covering them. Adam tries to pull your hands off your knees as you flinch away from him. Now Adam was serious as he pulls your hands off your knees with force. Only for his eyes widen with shock to see your knees cut with glass shards.

“Oh you gotta be fuckin' kidding me….” Adam says as he gets up and goes to get med kit. As much as an angel can self heal in heaven. You are only a kid…so it’s kinda slow unless you are a grown adult.

“You’re gonna be the death of me you little shit..”

Lute

Lute was busy training the other angels for the next extermination as you smile eating some food your mom brought you “couldn’t whine” about be hungry. As you watch your mom be a badass, you tried to mimic her moves only to bust your cheek and fall on your damn knees as if you were praying to the lord himself.

You got up and see gold blood coming out of your knees as you covered a small scream and ran out of the room your mom was in.

She definitely heard you as she side eyed the door you left out of. Her suspicions grew when she was tracks of gold blood where you were.

She just sighed as she facepalmed and told the females to halt in their training as she flew after you.

HAH YOU MUST BE OUT OF YOUR MIND IF YOU THINK YOU CAN HIDE YOUR WOUND FROM THE BLOOD THIRSTY LUTE!

AND HER BEING YOUR MOM?! yeah fuck no…she’s immediately throwing you over her shoulder as she takes to a nurses office as you wounded yourself while she brought you to work with her….

For context, it was Bring your kid to work day…..🦆

So it kinda embarrassing having some of the angels coo at you while lute had a nonchalant face as she patches you up.

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[topazy]

Tomorrow's promise

Pairing: Daryl Dixon × reader, Rick Grimes × sister reader

Warnings: Swearing

Chapter: 3.05

There is a striking absence of noise during breakfast aside from the occasional sound of Jace’s babbling and spoons scraping bowls. It was too quiet—no conversation, no small talk of any kind, not even gunshots lingering in the background outside. The uneasy tension causes the hairs on your arms and neck to raise.

In-between observing Jace attempt to feed himself mushy oatmeal, you watch as Carl picks at his food; he looks so lost. Everyone present was trying their best to look out for him, but he was only beginning to mourn his mom’s death. Sensing you were being watched, you look across the table you’re sitting at to the concrete steps leading to the next room and meet Daryl’s gaze. You hadn’t spoken to him yet that morning, and since there was an unspoken vow of silence, it didn’t feel appropriate to even say good morning.

With the feeling of Daryl’s lips pressing against your own, heat rushes to your face. Just as you start to feel lost in the moment he pulls away, his lips are now ghosting yours. You start to grow nervous when he doesn't say anything, but he finally breaks the silence, whispering, “Fuck, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.”

Placing your hand on the back of his head, you pull him in for another kiss.

“Everybody okay?”

You’re almost startled to hear your brother's voice. As part of his grief, he had been avoiding everyone, including his new baby. You spin around to face him and are glad to see he looks better than when you saw him in the early hours of the morning, his hair, face, and clothes soaked in Walker blood.

After a long pause, Maggie answers, “Yeah, we are.”

You share a look with Hershel, who’s sitting beside you at the table; he had already tried to get through to Rick that he was being reckless and putting his life in danger, but he didn’t listen. The older man looks up at him and says, “What about you?”

“I cleared out the boiler block.”

You hear concern in Daryl’s voice when he asks, “How many were there?”

“I don’t know. A dozen, two dozen. I have to get back. I just wanted to check on Carl.”

You try your best to keep any hints of frustration out of your tone. He could hardly look at the sweet baby girl sleeping in Beth’s arms. “Stay here; rest. We can take the bodies out; you don’t need to do this alone.”

“No, I do.” He walks past you and goes over to Daryl. “Everyone has a gun and a knife?”

Daryl briefly meets your gaze; he swallows the rest of the food in his mouth before answering. “Yeah. We’re running low on ammo, though. Lily and Glenn are going on a supply run this afternoon to get bullets and baby formula, and we cleared out the generator room. Axel’s they’re trying to fix it in case of emergency... We’re going to sweep the lower levels as well.”

“Good. Good.”

When Rick walks out of the cell block, Hershel yells his name, but your brother ignores him. The older man sighs, “It might be time for tough love from a sibling.”

You both nod and settle Jace into Hershel’s arms before standing. Just as you go to leave, you feel a presence behind you and turn to see Carl looking up at you. His eyes widened with worry.

“Aunt Lily?”

“Yeah.”

“Can I go with Daryl and Oscar to clear out the ground floor? I asked Daryl earlier, but he says I need to check with you first.”

His words stung; right now, you were his only parental figure. You straighten the sheriff’s hat on his head and force a smile. “Sure, as long as you listen to what he says.”

“Do you think you’ll get through to my dad?”

“I hope so, munchkin.”

—

“Rick…Rick…” When your brother doesn’t respond to you calling his name for the third time, you say the one thing you know will get his attention, “Richard.”

He freezes just as he reaches the door leading outside. Rick slowly turns back around to face you, frowning. He says, “Nobody ever called me that, but dad.”

“I know,” you say, shaking your head as you walk towards him. “But it got you to stop, didn’t it?”

You had spent roughly twenty minutes trying to find him, and with each passing minute, you became terrified that something bad had happened. He had gotten himself killed by trying to take on too many walkers at once. When you open your mouth to speak, he waves his hand dismissively. “Lily, just don’t.”

Irritated, you clicked your tongue. You felt for Rick; it was obvious he was suffering, but if he continued acting the way he was, Carl and the baby would soon become orphans. When he goes to open the door, you slam his door shut and step in front of it. “I’m worried about you, Rick. I’m worried you’re going to get yourself killed.”

“I’m fine.”

He tries to pull the door open, but you press your full weight against it, stopping him. Rick’s grip on the ax in his hand is so tight, his knuckles turn white. You could hear the walkers outside snarling close by, and Rick was in no fit state to take them on himself. “But what about Carl and your daughter? They need you; I need you.”

You don’t even realize you’re crying until you taste the saltiness of tears on your lips.

“How do I move on from this?” He asks. “How do I even begin to recover from this?”

“I don’t know,” you admit. “I sometimes think about the way we were before the world went to shit, and when I do, it hurts like hell, but it was different for me. The man I fell in love with died long before he died on the farm. I’m not going to tell you how to grieve, because hell if I know, but risking your life isn’t the way to do it.”

His eyes became glossy with unshed tears. “I haven’t even held her yet.”

You say nothing.

“Did you forgive them?”

You chew on your lower lip, struggling to answer him. Did you? In the pre-apocalypse you would have cut ties with both your fiancé and sister-in-law, but in the new world, you didn’t have that luxury to hold onto pain the same way you would have before.

“I was just—” He presses his head against the metal bars of the cell, a sob escaping from his mouth. “We were just beginning to forgive each other, and then she died, and now I’ll never know if we could have made it. But we’ll never know because both Lori and Shane are gone.”

Rick drops the ax in his hand and slides to the floor. You mirror his actions and sit down beside him. “What’s done is done. We can’t bring them back, but we need to keep it together for our kids. And you have a beautiful daughter waiting to meet her father.”

—

While you’re handing Jace over to Beth, Daryl walks over to your bunker. He tilts his head to greet the young girl before looking at you. “Hey, are you and Glenn just getting ready to go?”

“We are just getting ready to go now.”

He says nothing while observing you, checking your ammo, and swiping your knife into its sheath. Beth takes no notice of this because she is so focused on Jace reaching for her hair, not that she seems fazed by it. It’s not until you reach for the long-sleeved top at the end of the bed and place it over the vest top that Daryl finally says something again. “The area has already been checked out; there are hardly any dead roaming. Should be in and out quick.”

Although it seems like a general conversation, the look Daryl is giving you is reassuring. “Yeah?”

He raises his eyebrows and points at your hands. Your fingers were trembling while you pushed the buttons through the holes on the top. Daryl was the only one that noticed. “You worried?”

You sigh, “I’m not worried about the run; I just don’t like leaving Jace, Carl, and the baby when my brother is absent.”

Hershel would no doubt be running point in the cell block while Daryl cleared out the lower level of the prison, but you still couldn’t help but worry about leaving them. Beth was amazing with the babies, but you felt guilty whenever she watched them for too long. On the flip side, you still needed to do your share of supply runs.

“I’ll make sure nothing happens to them while you’re gone.”

You press your lips together and smile, “I know.”

“Yo Lily,” Glenn says, standing beside Daryl. “Are you ready to go?”

“Yeah, I’ll see you guys soon.”

—

“We just hit the powdered formula jackpot,” Glenn says, holding the store’s door open with his foot so you can get by. “I can’t believe we have all this stuff.”

Aside from a few birds nesting inside the store, it looked as if nobody else had been in it in a long time. There were shelves full of baby formula, diapers, and bottles that you placed either in your backpack or in red baskets. You’d even managed to find some toys for the kids to play with. “Thank God, I’d hate to go back empty-handed.”

“And where is it y’all good people are calling home?”

Being startled by an unfamiliar voice, you drop the baskets to reach for your gun. The man in front of you had blood sprayed across his face and a large blade at the end of his wrist instead of a hand.

Glenn comes up behind you, looking confused. “Merle?”

The man lets out a laugh, places his gun on the ground, and starts to come closer. “Wow!”

“That’s far enough!”

“Okay, okay, honey. Jesus.”

“You made it,” Glenn says, sounding surprised.

Merle, Merle, Merle You knew that name but couldn’t place it, and then it finally clicked for you who this man is. “You’re Daryl’s brother?”

He nods, “Can you tell me, is he still alive? Huh?”

“Yeah.”

Merle looks genuinely relieved to know his brother is safe. “Hey, you take me to him, and I’ll call it even on everything that happened up there in Atlanta. No hard feelings, huh?” When he notices Glenn staring at the large blade, Merle laughs. “Oh yeah. Well, I found myself in a medical supply warehouse. I fixed it up myself. Pretty cool, huh?”

Glenn tries to reason with Merle by saying he’d bring Daryl to him, but you already knew that wasn’t going to work. Even if you hadn’t heard stories about Daryl’s brother being untrustworthy, one glance at him and you'd know he was trouble. Merle expected you to believe he had made it from Atlanta himself, and aside from the blood that belongs to someone else, he looked clean and relatively healthy. You look at the car behind Merle, and in its reflection, you see another gun in his back pocket. He notices you looking and lunges for you.

“Get off me!”

He wrestles you to the ground and holds the gun to your head. You try to wriggle out of his grip, but he places the blade in your throat, and you are completely trapped.

"Merle, put the gun down and let her go!” Glenn yells, “Put it down now!”

Merle presses the gun closer to your face, and you tremble with fear when you hear him clicking the safety off. You met Glenn’s gaze and shook your head slowly. “We will never tell you where our camp is.”

“Very mouthy for someone with a gun to her head,” he laughs. “Put the gun in the car, son.”

Glenn reluctantly follows his orders. By the look on his face, you know he’s in a silent agreement that, no matter what, you weren’t telling Merle a damn thing. You’d rather die than lead a man like that to your family. With all the commotion, the garbage-covered street was beginning to fill with walkers.

“Get in the car, Glenn; you’re driving. The three of us are going on a little road trip.”

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[vinesinmyheart]

The Pawn

My mother never wanted me. She never really wanted children at all, but after her accident in her senior year of high school, almost ten years later, my dad had worn her down.

The story goes that she got off birth control and was pregnant with me 8 days later. I don’t know if my mother was bragging or complaining when she told that story, but I was the ambitious fetus occurring from their efforts.

I was born 4 weeks late. The resentment had already begun, no fault of my own. Not that, it ever had to matter. Resentment was handed out freely in my home. No fault required. I once made her a necklace with a new bead set I’d gotten, I was maybe six or seven. Toward the end of the night, I sheepishly asked if I could have the beads back because I gave her all my beads. She threw it at me and told me I was a taker. Resentment was never far away in my house. Feeling less than was how I was raised to function.

My lateness had revealed to doctors via ultrasound in 1979 that I must be a boy. My mother joyfully prepared a room of guitars and baseball prints. Just right for her baby boy. Her mind set on rearing another boy. Something familiar, something easy.

After 44 weeks of pregnancy the suction on my forehead released, I dropped, and labor began. My mother, a delicate woman, fainted with every contraction. Every time I needed her help to guide me toward life, she’d disappear into unconsciousness. A beginning so fitting to the life ahead. When the final contraction passed and I was placed in her arms, I was as foreign as could be. A girl. The doctors had been wrong. Her brain reeled. Yet, for her, I did have purpose.

As a small girl I held my mom on the highest pedestal. She took me everywhere. We went shopping every weekend. I was in all the clubs. Modeling and charm school. Brownies, ballet, tumbling. If I got sick she would buy me a dress to make me feel better. My birthday parties were the biggest and best in the neighborhood. I thought all of this was for me. I thought she loved me. I thought this was what being a mom and daughter team looked like.

Then one night, I’m woken from sleep. I hear yelling. I go to the hallway, my mom is hiding behind my brother, he has a bat and my dad is by my side begging them to calm down. Saying he won’t do it again. My heart aches with this familiar loneliness. I’m a tiny paper boat drifting in an ocean filled with aircraft carriers. I wander to the kitchen. The refrigerator had been liberated of its door, and it sits crooked, but still standing. There’s a jar of broken mayonnaise on the floor.

I walk away.

My mother is in the living room. She’s leaving. Oh! I’m leaving too. Surely, she’s taking me where she goes, out of this hell. I run after her in my ruffle bottom nightgown over to the passenger side of her red Hyundai Excel. I sit down and pull my seat belt on and turn to her immediately, expectantly awaiting the plan for our escape.

“Get out”, she tells me

“What? You can’t leave me here. Where are we going. You have to take me.”

“Get out, Erin. You have to stay here.”

“But… “

“Out. Go in the house.”

And I did.

My tiny cold feet felt every bit of texture in the concrete as I slowly walked back into the house where violence and beer and hate made the rules.

I realized, she never signed me up for clubs for me. She signed me up for her. I was her doll. When a girl came popping out instead of a boy it was the perfect opportunity to pour her time into a cute little project. My dad had no interest in having a little girl. Her doll to use as a time suck. Keeping her away from the man she never loved, but used to get out of a town she’d become bored with. Another pawn. All her life she’d used people as pawns and I was no different.

As an adult that lesson showed itself to me again and again until I had to cut all ties with my mother several years ago. Beforehand, I’d attempted to talk to her about the night she abandoned me. The night that made me. She denies it all. Of course. The honesty of the truth would be so painful.

I hear she’s dying of cancer.

Sometimes I check for her obituary.

Either way it won’t really matter to me.

She abandoned me years ago.

#mother #mother trauma #healing #blogging #blog #self care #wisdom #healing journey #family trauma #complex ptsd #ptsd recovery

[nei-ning]

I went to bed at 10am because I just didn't get sleep sooner. I ALMOST did but then I woke up because my right restless leg kicked once. So I got up and took half of melatonin - BIG mistake.

I slept only 2-2:30min while having a nightmare, waking up in sweat.

In the dream I first was in the basement with my sister and mother, don't know why, but then I heard a very suspicious sound, seeing walls "crashing down" a bit. I rushed the stairs up to the door, seeing it was half of its size (tall wise) anymore because wall and ceiling had collapsed. I went under the door frame, pushing it carefully up, holding it there. Then I yelled my mother and sister there's huge water damage which ws ruined / rotten the walls and ceiling. At first they didn't seem to believe me but as I kept yelling at them in panic, mom started to panic as well. She rushed behind me, gasped and started to yell my sis to hurry but her response was: "I'm not rushing. I take what I need in peace." I saw her taking something in her pocket and then this yellow little bag. I lifted the ceiling some more, getting out of the way so that mom could hold the door frame for herself while coming out and same with sister.

Then we moved in the living room and sis went upstairs to get something else. I watched how the ceiling was already "curved" down at one point, sister's footsteps appearing on the ceiling as she walked. I yelled her that whole ceiling / upper level's floor was rotten because of water damage (apparently water had come via ceiling / roof but I have no idea how since it takes A LOT of water to rot the whole damn house - which was fully made of wood). This made here hurry a bit. I was thinking of collecting some precious things to me with me as well but decided otherwise. There was no time and it was too dangerous.

Next I'm entering in huge mall / one of it's food stores via backdoor. The hallway is just tiny room after few steps of stairs and across the stairs are double iron doors. All painted in white. This room is nothing more than metal and concrete. Young female worker, her long blond hair as a ponytail, comes to pick me up, starting to lead me through the market.

Pretty soon another female worker, young with short dark hair, comes to walk next to her, whispering: "Did you hear there was a building near by which collapsed? It was pretty damaged by water." Blond woman ignored her while I try to shus her quiet. There were customers and I didn't want them to hear her, starting a mass panic scene. However, I notice water damages in the store as well, they too on walls and ceilings. I know it's not a good sign.

I'm heading in my grandmother's home (in a block for real) which is on upper level of the mall. There, too, is heavy water damages. I wasn't going to take anything from there even that I had my stuff there for a some reason but then I started to think all those little Japanese decoration figures. I wouldn't get replacements for them anywhere. So I start to collect them in my pockets but the blond woman suddenly, in panic, starts to hurry me up. Either it was the ceiling / water damage or one worker, female, who was coming there. She was looking for children to kidnap and eat them. She was either psychologist, police officer or market worker.

We managed to escape, coming back to this huge spot right after backdoor and it's tiny hallway entrance. We were heading out when someone screamed loud in horror, filling the whole place in chaos. Part of the ceiling had come down. I, kind of, was pushed in this small hallway with 2 or 3 other young woman. We tried to get out but the door had collapsed with the weight of the ceiling before we even got to it.

Ceiling in this hallway started to crumble and I fell on my knees under the sudden pressure when part of the ceiling came down with a lot of water. I felt these tiny concrete pieces hit my back as I was on all four, my face almost touching the surface. I couldn't move or get up. I heard those few ladies scream: "Oh God!" "We are going to die!" "Help us!" and so on. I kept my eyes on the floor which I could see through water, realizing this was it. I WAS going to die there. Drown. I became aware that now every breathe was literally my last. My heartbeat increased, panic rising. All what I then did was to pray that a big and heavy piece of concrete from ceiling would knock me out since I was NOT going to be conscious when taking my last inhales.

After that I, luckily, woke up. But the feeling afterward? Horrible. Absolutely horrible. I sat in the bathroom for 30 min to calm down.

#Text #Dream #Neis dream #Nightmare #Drowning #No melatonin for me it seems #Only one Opamox before sleeping seems to do the trick - letting me sleep more better #3.3.2024

[thesakuragarnet]

I'm Not Okay, I Promise (PHOENIX AU ONESHOT)

Summary: Snippet deleted scene from my PHOENIX AU. The first time Toya ever comes back to his roommate, Keigo Takami, with marks from his home life.

MAIN FIC IS 18+ ONLY!

Tags (for this oneshot only, not for the main fic): POV Toya Todoroki, Hero! Dabi AU, prequel oneshot for another one of my fics, child ab*se, domestic ab*se, pre-DabiHawks, Hawks and Mirko are best friends, Swearing, physical v!olence, implied/referenced s3lf harm, angst, hurt/comfort, todofam drama, teenage Toya and Keigo

Word Count: 1,752 words

AO3 link

Early 2117. First Semester. 

I didn’t sleep at all last night… and I had to drive all the way back to campus. All Might did something fantastic again…I guess. No other explanation was feasible for my father throwing one of his temper tantrums. I could hear him breaking shit. I could hear shattering of either glass or porcelain ceramics, thuds and thumps against walls, an occasional muffled scream. It practically vibrated the entire fucking household. I’d made the mistake of confronting him last night. I don’t know why I kept doing that…it never ends well for me… ever …

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THE NIGHT BEFORE

My face pales when I realize what I’ve done, and it feels like my words echo through my parents’ room. I’d stomped all the way up here, threw the door open, and demanded for my father to stop shaking the house…only to be greeted with empty darkness…they were in the master bathroom. The ominous footsteps get faster and faster, and I feel like my feet are stuck in concrete. I can’t move. I grit my teeth. I have to maintain my resolve. Enji Todoroki appears out of the shadows before I can register him.

“GET. THE FUCK. OUT OF HERE,” He thunders, and he grabs me by the shoulders before shoving me backward, pushing me toward the door. My feet slide against the floor; I can’t gain any footing. My mom’s faint protests seem muted, and, when he finally gets to the doorway, he starts slamming the door in my face. Frantically, I reach for it, trying to fight to keep it open, but Enji is an unstoppable, towering force. He slams it so fast that it knocks me back, and I slip, stumbling past Natsuo’s room…my feet shoot out from under me, and I realize I’m falling backward down the stairs. 

“SHIT!” I scream in panic, grasping at empty shadows, trying and failing to grab onto the banister. At the last second, I cover the back of my neck and my head with my arms, doing the worst tuck and roll in the history of the world that leads to the side of my face smashing into the banister pole. I hit my back in several places falling on the way down. My body fucking hurts, and my eyes start watering as I pull away from the pole, trying to sit up. I hear the shouting get louder, and, when I look up, my mother is standing at the top of the staircase, her hands covering her mouth. 

“Toya! Toya, are you alright?” She calls down, and I just leer up at her. Before I can make a snide comment, she’s jerked out of my sight, and my eyes widen as my father dwarfs the space where she stood. 

“Walk it off,” He mutters gruffly before turning on his heel. I hear the door slam, and I taste blood in my mouth. 

…

I was lucky. I’d woken up with only a couple bruises on my back, sore limbs, and a cut on my lip from biting it on impact. The only noticeable thing was a nasty purple splash on my cheekbone. I just stare blankly into the empty bowl. I can’t even remember what Mom had put in it. I just zoned out, forcing myself to pick away until there was nothing left. Today was one of Shoto’s training days. The little bastard was already going through drills way earlier than I was permitted…way earlier than should’ve been allowed…and not just because I was jealous…it was hard to listen to. 

“Toya!”

My mother’s voice jars me out of my brain fog as she sits down across the table from me. She has a bunch of pamphlets in her hand, and she gently places them on the table before sliding them toward me with a kind smile on her face. A forced smile. A fake smile. A smile that shows she’s trying too hard. I blink, barely acknowledging her. 

“I picked these up on my way home from the store today! UA has open house in a few months! Are you sure you don’t want to transfer? I know there’s some things in General Studies that you’re passionate about-”

She continues, but I stopped listening the moment I picked up one of the pamphlets and saw what it was for. I look up, staring into her soul. I’m not sure what my face looks like, but it can’t be anything good. Not with the emotions of betrayal and disgust that have come swirling to the surface. 

“And what exactly do you think I’m passionate about?” I snap, venom in my voice, and, for a second, she seems to flinch. 

“Well, I-uh, I remember how much you like constellations, dear. Maybe you could do something with astronomy or-”

I hear the muffled screams of Shoto crying out in pain and my father’s angry tone echoing through the halls from the training room. I was supposed to be in there. I was supposed to be training. My fists clench, crumpling the paper, and my ears ring. More thuds vibrate the house. I smell smoke. My mother is still talking. My mind is racing and thinking a thousand thoughts. I’m so fucking overstimulated…and I lash out. The papers turn to ash in my hands.

“YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND ANYTHING ABOUT ME, MOM! AND YOU NEVER WILL! BECAUSE ALL YOU CARE ABOUT IS ME NOT FOLLOWING THE PATH THAT I CHOSE !” I seethe, stalking out of the room and snatching my duffel and backpack. 

“IF YOU’RE NOT GONNA TRAIN WITH ME TODAY, THEN THERE’S NO REASON FOR ME TO BE HERE!” I shout loud enough for Endeavor to hear as I fish for my keys in my pocket and storm out the front door. 

…

…

I pull the hood over my head to hide my angry tears as I stomp down the dorm hallway, determined to not be seen by a single soul. I’m a fucking mess. I’ve ruined everything…as usual. My mom didn’t deserve that. I know she’s just scared that I’m going to get hurt again…that I’m going to have another episode…that another incident is gonna happen and that they’re gonna get another phone call from Miss Kaminari and our principal. I just can’t take it anymore. I thought she’d understand by now. I wanted her so desperately to understand. It didn’t help that I was in physical pain. It exacerbated every negative emotion in my body. It just filled me to the brim with this horrible energy that made me want to hide from the world and burn it down at the same time. 

“It’s not fair. It’s not fucking fair,” I mutter under my breath as I turn the corner, stopping in front of the door to fumble for my keys. I work it open and burst through, slamming it behind me. When I look up, Keigo is sitting on his bed, reading one of the books Miss Kaminari assigned for our class. His eyes are wide when he sees me. 

“Hey,” He says slowly, and I can tell he’s staring at the mark on my cheek. The scowl remains plastered on my face as I stalk toward my bed, throwing my duffel so hard that it hits the wall; luckily, there’s nothing breakable in it. I don’t even respond to him, but I can feel him staring at me as I kick off my shoes and climb into my bed, pulling the covers over my head. 

“Toya. It’s like…not even dinner time yet. You’re not already going to bed are you?” Keigo’s voice is muffled through the comforter. I turn toward the window, putting my back to him.

“Not hungry,” I grumble, my voice sounding particularly gravelly from all the screaming I’ve done within the last twenty-four hours.

“Have you done the reading yet? I’m not sure how to-”

“Keigo, could you just not talk for like two minutes?!” I harshly snap, interrupting him, and a tense silence falls over the room. I take a few deep breaths, closing my eyes, trying to calm myself down. I feel my heartbeat slow, and I clear my throat before wiping my eyes and throwing the covers back. 

“What were you saying?” I mumble, turning back around, and Keigo sits up straight before holding the textbook open to where I can see it. 

“There’s this question under the text that we’re supposed to-”

He keeps talking, but I can’t concentrate. I can tell he’s still staring at the damn bruise on my cheekbone. I just…I can’t…I can’t take his pity. I can’t take the stares. 

“You’re smart, Takami. You’ll figure it out,” I sigh, grabbing one of my pillows and sandwiching my head between it and the other. 

“But…did you do the reading? We’re gonna have to talk about it in class tomorrow,” Keigo continuously nags, and his curiosity is pissing me off. I’m already not in the mood. 

“Takami. Why don’t you worry about you . And I’ll worry about me . Okay?” I blurt, and silence envelops the room once again. 

“Because…you’re my friend.”

I blink. I’ve known this kid for a month. Truth be told, he’s barely let me spend any time by myself. He’s always following me around with a dumb smile, trying to get me to put myself out there, cheering me on for literally no reason. It’s insufferable…it’s the kind of support that I’ve never had before. 

“You don’t mean that,” I bitterly reply without thinking. 

Silence. 

Thump. Thump. Thump. Creak. Creak. Ksht. 

He left the room.

Creak. Creak. Ksht. Thump. Thump. Thump. Whoosh. 

The pillow I’d pulled over my head is whisked away by a swarm of feathers. 

“HEY!” I snap, sitting up straight, only to see Keigo standing by my bedside, holding out an ice pack. 

“Yes. I do.”

My mouth drops open just a bit…but I don’t know what to say. I silently take the ice pack, holding it to my cheek. It stings…but…it brings a little relief. 

“I’m gonna go study with Rumi. You’re welcome to join us whenever you want,” Keigo sighs as he shoves his textbook into his book bag. 

“She doesn’t like me…I’ll probably just take a nap,” I mutter, and Keigo shrugs. 

“Suit yourself.”

He grabs the door handle and is about to open it when I pipe up:

“Hey, Takami!” 

Keigo pauses, humming as he raises his eyebrow.

“Thank you.”

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The Glorious Days Have Gone

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Part one

WC: 2,099

Cecilia Ida Harrington had always known who she was. Self-assured and confident- nothing could possibly drag her down. However, moving to a small town from the city that never sleeps can be quite a rough transition. 

—----------

1985

Staring out the window had never been more interesting. Stacked boxes filled the room to the brim- stripping the room bare and rendering it lifeless. I felt as though I had no right to feel this way; I mean anybody would be upset if they were told they were leaving their friends, their school, and their entire life behind- right? 

I’ll admit; I’m bitter. Not exactly at my parents, that would be unfair, though- I can’t help but feel a little bit of resentment. The cloud of dread that floated above me was starting to become more and more unbearable as the seconds went by. I decided to stand up and finally finish packing so I wouldn’t sink through the floor and fall into an overwhelming depression.

I thanked the gods that I’d been gradually putting all my things away throughout the week; lord knows I definitely wouldn’t have gotten anything done today. There was a small spark of excitement deep inside of me despite the awful feelings that rippled through me. I guess a change of environment would be nice, although the chaos of the city was oddly comforting a change of pace would do me good. Moving to Hawkins also meant that I would be closer to family- well not really. From what I’ve been told my cousin spent most of his time at home alone, his parents were never really around much and I couldn’t help but feel bad for him. In my head, my parents are the complete opposite, they’re incredibly kind and compassionate and I wish he had the same pillars of support I did. I think being practically ostracized by most of your family for becoming a parent at the age of 15 has debilitating effects on your psyche.

My father and uncle never lost touch, and even helped my mom and dad out a little when they were really desperate. I didn’t really hold the rest of my family to high standards, however. They were repulsive, self-centered, money-hungry people who came flocking back to my father's feet when success came. I don’t communicate much with them, except for Steve. 

Time went by quickly and suddenly I was sitting in the backseat of the car and we were on our way to Indiana. 

----

The trip was long and I desperately wanted to smash my head against the concrete. After nearly half a day, we finally arrived in the quaint town. 

“Alright, shouldn’t be too long now.” I somehow managed to catch my dad saying through my headphones. 

We finally arrived at our new home, it felt a little odd since I was used to apartment complexes and tightly packed buildings but it did feel more welcoming in a way. The promise of a garden is what kept me going since my parents broke the news that we were leaving the city for some small town in the midwest. 

“I’m gonna go look around.” Without waiting for a response I walked off and went past the front gate and into the backyard. At that moment, I decided I wouldn’t allow myself to be miserable, the sight before me was wonderful and I could immediately feel my mood rising much higher than ever before. 

“Cecilia!” I heard my mom shout, over and over since once was not enough I guess. I made my way back toward the front of the house to where she was standing. “Ceci- Oh hey, can you help your father unload the boxes? I need to get this moving shit figured out.” 

I nodded with a slight chuckle and began to help the ancient man in dire need of assistance. “So whadya think so far? Pretty nice right?” he said with a grunt as he lifted the heavier of the boxes. “Yup, not as terrible as I thought it would be honestly.” We made our way past the front door and into the living room. “At least there won’t be a lingering scent of shit and piss everywhere you go- this town seems to be less primitive in that aspect.” 

–

Later in the day, we made our way to my uncle’s house and I was buzzing with excitement since that meant I got to see Steve. This would be the highlight of my day- my week even. It felt like I was receiving bad news after bad news and I really needed a moment to be able to sit back and do nothing.

“Steve!”

“Cecilia!” I catapulted myself into his arms and he spun me around, setting me down with a kiss on the cheek. “Geez- you almost knocked me down there. I could’ve died.” I rolled my eyes as I took a step back, “Well I would’ve been the last thing you saw before your untimely death, but I digress, I haven’t seen you in the flesh in so long-” taking a step back I took a good look at him, “how have you been dingus?” With a grin, he lead me into the house and into the living room, but not before I greeted my aunt and uncle. He plopped himself on the couch and I followed suit. 

“Well, I got a job- and I’m miserable, but what can you do.” Steve let out a heavy sigh, I remembered our past phone calls and I pitied him, he definitely didn’t deserve to feel the way he did.

“God I can’t believe your dad’s really punishing you like this.” I glanced at him, “you don’t deserve that.”

“It builds character though! But it’s so dehumanizing, you could say I’m a changed man.” 

A giggle left my mouth and I was about to reply but was rudely interrupted by my aunt announcing that dinner was ready, “We’ll talk later.” 

–--

A couple of days after moving to town was the day I would begin school. At the only high school in a 15 mile radius. God take me now. 

Steve had offered to drop me off and of course, I took him up on that offer- I’ll be damned if I took the bus to school. Sometimes I missed that you could walk anywhere and everywhere and it was normal, but you could walk along the street here and people would look at you like you had three heads.

Stepping out of the car and into the building I couldn’t ignore the number of stares I was receiving, I was suddenly hyper-aware of myself and everything surrounding me. 

Arriving at the front office, I stepped into the dull room to retrieve my schedule. I stood awkwardly for a few moments, “Can I help you?” the seemingly kind middle-aged woman questioned. “Uh, I’m new here. I need my schedule.” She looked at me expectantly, “Sorry, um- Cecilia Harrington.” With a nod, she stood from where she was sitting and went to the filing cabinet at her right. 

“Here you go, do you need someone to help you find your way around?”

“No thank you I think I’ll manage.” I left the office and studied the piece of paper in my hands, ‘English for first period? Great.’ The first warning bell rang loud and produced the first headache of my day, I decided I might as well find that class now so I wouldn’t get lost like a dumbass in this tiny school. When I finally managed to find the class I found a seat in the back of the room that was right by the window, just in time as the final bell rang. 

The teacher, whose name I learned was Mrs.O’Donnell, began to make some sort of announcement that I couldn’t really care less for. “Before I forget! We have a new student! Why don’t you introduce yourself?” She motioned for me to make my way to the front of the class and I felt targeted, but what can you do? “I’m Cecilia Harrington, just moved from New York City. I hope to become friends with you all!” I have never been more fake in my life, I thought. I’ve learned that the only way to survive in the grueling environment of public schools was to pretend to be someone you’re not, and hopefully, I could play the part. I definitely wouldn’t become friends with half of the people in this room, not to be judgy or whatever but they seemed like assholes at a glance.

Just as I sat back down, someone burst into the room, “Late again Mr.Munson” the teacher said pointedly, “take a seat.” Without a word the brooding teenager (although he looked a little too old to be here- so that’s up for question) sat down in the only empty seat, which just so happened to be the one beside me. I couldn’t help but glance at his outfit, it was pretty cool honestly. Distressed jeans embellished with chains, a band t-shirt, and a leather jacket. Pretty fucking sick if you ask me. As my eyes made my way up, I realized he was staring at me as well. I gave him a slight smile and diverted my attention to the teacher.

—-

The time for lunch finally came around. Fortunately, I met a sweet girl, Clarissa? Christine? Chrissy! I felt a little guilty that I couldn’t really remember her name but I did have quite a lot on my mind. For example: where am I going to get my weed from now? New York was huge, there was always someone who knew someone, who knew someone else, and so on and so forth. But I was currently in the middle of butt fuck nowhere, and I was genuinely stressing.

Anyway, Chrissy had invited me to sit with her and her friends at their table. I’d be stupid to not accept that offer unless I wanted to be a loser with no friends, so I went and sat with them. 

They honestly weren’t bad, I try not to have any biases, but a table full of cheerleaders and jocks is quite intimidating and I thought they would all be mindless jackasses but they, unfortunately, proved me wrong. I couldn’t help but feel like I had some sort of advantage, however. I mean I’m completely aware of the fact that I'm a Harrington, and I’m sure people know a lot more than they should about my family. 

I turned to face Chrissy to hopefully find some answers for my needs, “Hey, I know we literally just met today and this may be a bit forward but- do you know anyone who sells weed?” She let out a little giggle, which I thought was quite endearing honestly, and turned to whisper in my ear. 

“You see that guy over there?” she pointed towards a table, “the guy with long hair, his names eddie, he’s who you’re looking for.”

With a dramatic gasp, I looked her in the eyes and grabbed her hands, “I owe you my life.”

—-

I may or may not have asked around on where I could find Eddie on this fine friday afternoon. To my luck, I didn’t need to ask much and I tried to formulate a plan on how to approach him.

I stalked outside the drama room like a weirdo attempting to conjure any possible path for me to take into the drama room. I mean, I had no business here. I didn’t have theater, I wasn’t a drama kid, so what could I possibly be doing here? I didn’t hear the sound of the door opening, and I definitely didn’t hear the sounds of the steps coming my way as I paced back and forth in the hallway. 

I practically slammed myself into this person’s chest, “Holy shit, my bad,” they said as they grabbed me by the arms to balance me. “Oh my god I’m so sorry, that was totally my fault- Actually,” I paused, “you’re just who I was looking for.”

He raised his eyebrow in confusion.

“You’re eddie, right? I’ve heard about your- uh- business endeavors.” I looked up at him, hoping that he got what I was saying. “Huh? Oh! Yeah, yeah that’d be me. Uh, you looking to buy?” I nodded. He was cute. Hot even. I couldn’t help but stare a little, “Okay, well uh- meet me by the bleachers later today, 5:30?” I almost didn’t reply but I caught myself before I looked like a fucking fool, “yeah that’s cool,” I made my way past him, looking over my shoulder with a smile painting my face, “see ya around, eddie.”

I knew then I wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about him.

—-

A/N:

yassssss my very first fanfic omgggggg. 😜

This first part may be a lil short but think of it as an introductory chapter

Also, I fucking suck at dialogue so bear with me please.

Feedback is always appreciated!!!

I’ll be on my knees kissing ur feet if u comment or reblog <3

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How To Get Away With Murder, Chapter 16

Word Count:  2.4k

Warnings: mentions of cheating, mentions of murder, instance of gun violence, failed relationships, cheating, implications of sex, manipulation, angst.

A few months had passed since the murder of Wallace Mahoney. Frank was getting discouraged because every day Laurel left voicemails on his phone. It took everything in him not to redial her and say he was sorry. He just missed her. Even though he had Cheyanne, he was only happy half the time.

That's when he really thought about it. If only there were a way that he could have both women. They both seemed to fill the void in him, but only when he was with both of them. Any time he wasn't sleeping with both of them, he felt only partially fixed. Cheyanne knew that. That's why she let him keep going back to her even after he told Laurel that he loved her.

"Chey?"

"Call her," she whispered from the bed they were in. They'd just finished making love, but now that he'd finished all he wanted to do was talk to Laurel, "But be careful. Someone is watching us."

"What?"

"Like you haven't noticed the guy in the corner on the floor above us."

He sat up, "I haven't."

This time Cheyanne sat up, "You really haven't noticed him?"

Frank shook his head, "No way."

"He's a hitman. How come you haven't noticed him? He's been there for five days now. Doesn't come out of his room, just eyes ours up from the curtains."

"You're being paranoid."

"I tapped his phone."

"Cheyanne!"

"Annalise is the one that put him up to it."

"Your mom?"

"She knows Frank. Laurel let it slip when she was drunk that you killed my little brother...how else do you expect her to take it?"

Frank got up from the bed and put his pants on. Then he threw on a basic tee shirt, "We have to go to Coalport now."

"You don't start for another month down there, remember?"

"Yeah, I know. But if someone is following us, we have to move the timeline up. Hell, it's already end of August. I can just tell them the landlord said another apartment opened up so I can start in a week."

"Okay Frank," Cheyanne sighed, pulling on a pair of sweats and a loose fitting shirt. But the second we get to Coalport, we have to make an appointment."

"Deal," he said, kissing her stomach, "You go check out. I'll put the bags in the car and take care of our friend."

"Be careful," she said, pulling his face to her own and kissing him.

"I love you."

"I love you too, you jackass."

Cheyanne walked over to the registration office going underneath the concrete walkway so that their friend wouldn't get any ideas. Frank put their bags in the trunk. That's when he noticed the curtains in the corner room of the second floor move. How did Cheyanne notice but he didn't?

He made his way quickly up the set of stairs and jimmied his way into the room before the man even turned around.

"Annalise what do you want me to do?" the man said calmly through the phone, "Annalise!"

That's when Frank surprised him. He got him into a headlock before the man started fighting back. Frank tried to get behind him so he could cleanly break the man's neck but it didn't work.

"Hang up the phone," Frank growled. He knocked it from the mans grasp and it slammed shut along the corner of the room. The man got in a few good punches before Frank got behind him and snapped his neck.

"Fuck," he whispered to himself as he sat along the base of the bed. An hour had gone by before he went down to the car. Cheyanne looked terrified.

"Oh my god." she whispered.

"I'm fine," he said, "You didn't call the prison did you?"

"No."

"Good. I'm going to take a week to heal up."

"Oh Frank." she sighed.

"When we get to Coalport you can clean me up, okay?"

"No."

"No?"

"I have to clean you up now. If I don't then when we go to stage this guy's body your blood might be at the crime scene."

"We aren't staging his body, Cheyanne!" "Frank, we can't leave a trail of bodies. I already know which car was his. It's the one with the rental car license plate cover. Put his body in the trunk and we'll drive until we hit that one lone stretch of road right outside of town. I'll go to the gas station and get us some gasoline. I'll meet you there. Okay?"

"Chey!"

"Frank, we can't leave the body in the room. Then mom will definitely know we were here!"

He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck, knowing that she was right. He nodded and led her back to the room. In the bathroom, she cleaned his cuts and put band aids and gauze on them as needed.

"You're going to have to run his car into a tree. Take all the booze from the mini bar and get it in his system. I'll clean up the room."

"Chey?"

"Don't do that, we don't have time for questions."

Frank did what Cheyanne told him, but the whole time, all he could think of was Annalise. She clearly wanted him dead. He understood why. But how did he end up taking away her entire family? He killed her son. Which led to the kids killing Sam, and somehow, the one person she had left, he managed to fall in love with, take on a killing spree, and knock up.

"I'm sorry," he said, after he got the last bottle of booze down his throat. Cheyanne looked up at him from her hands and knees. She was searching the room for the cell phone he dropped. When she found it she got up and went to the bathroom where she rinsed any last traces of blood down the sink, "Chey?"

"I heard you," she said, coming back out into the main room. The two lovers looked at one another before finally Frank made his way over to her. He brushed some of her hair out of her face and looked deep into her hazel eyes.

"I never meant to do any of this to you, Chey, I swear."

"I know Frank." She said, pulling out of his embrace. She made it all the way to the door before she turned around, "Come on, we've gotta kill a dead man." 

Five weeks had passed, and it was October first. Cheyanne was due any day and it made Frank nervous that he was still getting help from her. Just a week ago while they were in Coalport, someone from the Castillo family found their way into the hotel room they were staying in.

The low-level goon that Jorge Castillo sent to 'take care of' Frank didn't realize that Cheyanne was not to be taken lightly. She'd seen the goon watching them for two days before his plan was put to work. He got into the hotel room easily. What he didn't know was that Cheyanne had gotten adjoining rooms. They were entering through one but staying in the other. So, when the goon went in, and Cheyanne heard him, she got out a syringe with a tranquilizer in it. Opening the door, she quietly followed the man, until he reached the bathroom door.

From there she jabbed him quickly with the needle and ducked. The man swung wildly catching Cheyanne in the jaw before he fell to the floor, unconscious.

Frank was livid when came back from work. Cheyanne had him in the bathroom of the room they didn't sleep in. She'd placed an iv in his arm that forced a paralytic cocktail into his veins. He couldn't move.

"That's going to leave a bruise." she whispered, holding a bag of ice to her jaw.

"How could you have done that?" Frank demanded, going between the bathroom and the main part of the room, "What if he had a gun? Or hurt our baby boy?"

"But he didn't."

"He punched you in the jaw!"

"That was because I didn't duck quick enough," she replied, "You try ducking with what feels like a bowling ball strapped to your stomach."

"We aren't arguing about this," he sighed, "What are we going to do with him?"

"He clearly comes from Laurel." she said, gesturing to his look. He was a Hispanic man that wasn't dressed very well and had gang tattoos.

"Chey, don't be like that."

"What, it's okay when your other girlfriend sends a hit out but not when my mom does it?" Cheyanne asked.

"Stop it." he pleaded.

She sighed, and stepped back into the bathroom, "We can tie him up and keep him subdued until we leave, or we can kill him. Since she's your girlfriend, I'll give you the choice, Frank."

"I'm going to tie him up and leave him in the closet. We'll knock him out tomorrow but let him loose after we finish off Bonnie's dad."

"Fine," she sighed, "My back is killing me, I'm going to go lay down.

"I think I'll join you." he said, pushing his luck.

"No fucking way," she responded, pushing him back into the room, "I know what you did to get that girls pass. You reek of sex. I put up with it when you're with Laurel, but not with this girl."

"Baby, she meant nothing."

"I know, but that doesn't matter to me."

The next night 'Kevin' went into work and did his normal janitorial duties. Karen flirted with him and asked if he wanted to 'do it' again. He gave her a smile and said something about maybe when they got off their shifts.

Around 2:30 in the morning he went into the wing where Bonnie's dad was being housed. His lungs were failing, but the surprise Frank had for him would be the best way he could think to send him off.

When he got to the room the man was sleeping peacefully.

How was it that the sick asshole slept in his jail bed so peacefully? His daughter had been scarred for life.

That made him think about Cheyanne. They both decided they wanted to be surprised about the sex of the twins. But what if they were born and they were girls? Sure he would love them unconditionally, but what kind of man would hurt his child, his daughter like that? It made him sick to his stomach as he started at this sickly man.

He smiled when he pulled out the gas and connected his tubing to it. He smiled even more as he explained to the man that the chemical compound was going to be the most painful death he could give him, and yet it wouldn't be enough to make up for what he did to his own daughter.

Something about this death felt so satisfying to Frank. He couldn't even begin to explain the joy he felt as the man flatlined. He turned off the notifiers and plugged the tubing back into the oxygen tank. Then he took his own tank and put it back on his janitorial cart. When he got back to the cart the rest of his night went relatively slow.

It wasn't until 5 a.m. when he was clocking out that the nurses were calling for a doctor. In the rounds they made they noticed that Bonnie's father wasn't breathing.

A week later, Bonnie went out to Coalsport to make funeral arrangements. When she left, she saw Frank standing outside by his car. She hung up on Laurel and walked up to him. Frank was unsure on what to do, but when she hugged him, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank you," she sighed, "Thank you so much.

Together they drove back to the room.

"I want you to meet someone." he smiled, pulling into the parking lot. 

"She gave birth?"

Frank smiled, "Four days ago."

"Oh my god," Bonnie responded, "How's she doing?"

"I didn't think she could do so well," he said turning the car off, "They came back to the room yesterday. I'm a daddy again, Bonnie."  When they got in, they saw a tiny baby being swaddled and rocked by Cheyanne.

"Bonnie," she said in a shocked tone. She made a 'yikes' face and then mouthed 'I miss you so much'

Frank laughed and walked over, taking the little boy in his arms, allowing Cheyanne to give her a hug.

"Bonnie, I want you to meet our son, Frank Jr," he said, gesturing to the baby in his arms.

Tears welled up in Bonnie's eyes as she looked between Cheyanne and Frank, "Bon, we want you to be his godmother."

"Me?"

Cheyanne nodded, "Yeah. You've always been there for us..."

She nodded and pulled both of them into a hug saying that she would. That's when Cheyanne's cell rang.

"Mom? Is everything alright?"

Eve was calling from the road. She was set to be there in five minutes. Then she was going to take her and Julie back to her house on campus. They hung up and she hugged Bonnie once more before she finished packing.

"Do me a favor?" Cheyanne asked as she put the last of the bags in the car. Bonnie looked to the room for a moment, and then at her.

"Anything."

"I can't be with Frank," she admitted.  There was a pain in her voice as she reflected on her emotions and Bonnie frowned, "Emotionally. After he killed your father, he's been having a lot of nightmares about his own...I don’t think he’s going to stop, Bon…I-I need a clean break, so I have a lead to bolt…and if you do it, by the time you’re done I’ll be close enough to my mom…and I know he won’t come after us…not even for the kids."

"Are you trying to ask me to sleep with Frank?"

"I am not saying to have sex with him or not. I'm asking you to do something that I can't do..." she sighed, looking over at the father of her children. He was making sure the car seat was secure, "Be there for him emotionally, Bon…because we’re just…not connecting anymore.  I think Frankie was the end of us and we both know it…I don't care what you two do. I'm just asking..."

"Would you be mad if we slept together?"

"I wouldn't be mad."

"He's not coming back after he figures himself out"

"I don't know," she admitted.  "and I told him I didn't want to know.  Truth is, by the time he does manage to figure himself out, I’ll have already sold the house, changed our names, and disappeared."

“Holy shit…you’re serious…”

“I’m leaving it all behind, Bon.  Taking the kids and running…before my sins catch up to me.” 

#how to get away with murder #frank delfino #bonnie winterbottom #annalise keating #the keating 5 #keating 5

[witheringvoice]

September 17th, 2017 - A Poem

TW: Mentions of death, mentions of suicide, mentions of police, mentions of guns, mentions of alcohol, mentions of pills

I adore September.

Fall is one of my favorite months.

It's not my favorite because I'm not fond of the cold.

I am fond of sweater weather, but it's too crisp.

I love the beginning of September.

Because school starts and it's time to be productive.

I love the end of September because it's clearly fall.

It becomes noticeably fall by the end of September.

I love fall colors.

The week leading up to the seventeenth though...

And part of the week after...

What you can consider the middle of fall...

I hate.

I always seem to forget.

The beginning of September I always remember.

"Remember, the anniversary is coming up."

"Remember you'll struggle that day."

But I always forget.

I blame school, so focused on getting into rhythm.

I hate the 16th and 17th.

It's been five years now.

But it still hurts.

Five years ago, my mom was dating someone.

His name was Victor Warren.

He was a very intelligent person.

An intellectual, a kind man.

He was the biggest father figure I've ever had.

He was so good to me, he understood my brain.

We would play a strategy games together often.

My favorite one he owned was Nexus Ops.

I'd usually win.

On the sixteenth, that night my mom had a night shift.

My brother, at a friends for the night.

He and I played the game because I didn't want to sleep.

Whenever I'd have nightmares he'd tuck me in.

I have never liked sleeping.

It's not that I have frequent nightmares, I don't.

I used to have a nightmare once a week though.

When I was little.

My mind couldn't slow down enough to sleep.

But playing that game helped me get to sleep.

My mom explained to me what happened when I fell asleep.

In between me falling asleep and being awoken up, a lot happened.

Victor opened up his stash of alcohol because he was an alcoholic.

He was trying to get sober, while also indulging every once in a while.

And, he drank that with his antidepressants.

Nobody needed to explain to me that you shouldn't do that.

Apparently, he locked my mom out, then let her in after a while.

They fought a bit and she tried to go to bed.

TW: BAD STARTS NOW (Like--Gun and fighting and--near death and death)

I was awoken to a weird noise and a bang on the wall.

My room was right by theirs.

It sounded like my mom was crying.

She later told me he tried to shoot her.

I sat up in bed and after a while my mom came in my room.

She urged me to get out of bed, put on a jacket, and to get out.

I couldn't even put on shoes before she rushed me out of our apartment and down the stairs.

We lived on the second floor.

She told me to hide in her car and lock all the doors.

I did.

She paced in front of the stairs that lead up to the second and third floors of our apartment building.

She was on the phone with the police.

I sat in the back of the car, watching.

I was terrified, but I don't think I was crying.

I saw him coming down the stairs.

There was something in his hand.

I couldn't tell what though.

He took my mom's phone and threw it to the ground.

They seemed to wrestle for a bit, my mom crying.

She started begging him not to hurt her in front of me.

She said I was in the car and if he wanted to hurt her, not to do it where I could see.

I think that got to him because he just went back up to our apartment.

My mom quickly grabbed her phone and got me out of the car.

Her keys were still in the apartment after all.

She and I hid behind a nearby bush, we didn't know what else to do.

After a while of waiting, my feet hurt from the concrete.

We heard walking.

I was terrified it was Victor.

I was terrified that I was terrified of him at that moment.

It was two police officers.

They took us near the entrance of the complex, where more police people were.

They put us in the back of a cop car.

And we waited.

I started crying then, I was scared.

I don't know how long passed, but the radio suddenly said stuff.

It was hard to make out the police radio speaking.

But I made it out.

He shot himself, to escape arrest I suppose.

It was starting to get bright out by then.

Wanna know the worst part?

His birthday was the 17th, the morning he died.

We were gonna celebrate with Chinese food and watch a movie.

My mom was gonna make the food, for his 42nd birthday.

He wanted to watch Hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy.

You may, or may not get why.

Regardless, I don't blame him for what happened.

He wasn't in the right mind.

I was in fourth grade when that happened.

To this day, it hurts.

Sometimes I forget about him.

Which hurts more.

But I also remember him a lot.

In strategy games, in sci-fi shit.

He was a great guy.

Two weeks later two rings came in the mail.

He was gonna propose.

He shot himself in front of our apartment.

We didn't move out until covid made us unable to afford the place.

I'm glad we moved, but that process was terrible.

We went homeless again, and he saved us from the last time.

I miss him, he was a great guy.

But that's why I hate the middle of September.

Because I feel like shit.

The anniversary of September 17th, 2017.

#poem #vent post #poetry #tw vent #depressing shit

[xarrixii]

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“So, thoughts on Storm?” Blake looks at the timer, calm as ever.

Harlow is panting, trying not to feel how sharp the air is. Not today. He couldn’t do this today. All he needed was to make it five minutes. Of course, that was while he couldn’t see a thing.

“Yoo-hoo⸺”

“I think it’s a terrorist organization.”

His foot slipped from beneath him, and he had to tuck himself into a roll to avoid faceplanting. Wherever the ground was. Everything was spinning. Blake was going easy on him today. It was easy to tell that much, at least. And where Blake was, wearing all black in the stupidly bright room.

That’s a lie. It’s not stupidly bright. It just feels stupidly bright.

Blake stops moving. “Are you okay? Do you even know where the square boundaries are?”

“I know⸺” He’s just trying to get him to talk. He wouldn’t mind the calm if he could tell whether or not Blake was planning anything. A shadow told nothing of what Blake was looking at, and Harlow’s best guess was currently based on head turns.

He hated how much it looked like his living room. Nothing he saw was truthful right now.

Next thing he felt was his head hit the floor.

“Worthless. Why couldn’t you just be electrokinetic?” It came clear as the morning daylight that filtered through the windows. “Now we’re stuck waiting, hoping for another. Our time isn’t infinite.”

He knew everything to respond with, but none of it came out.

“If your little brother doesn’t turn up, we’ll be stuck waiting again. Do you have any idea how lucky you are to have had my genetics?”

The concrete floor beneath his feet feels more like a trampoline. He felt it way before he saw it if he saw it at all. Just whizzes of static flying by as he tripped and rolled over to the ceiling. He could’ve sworn he saw Gabriel at the edge of the banister, watching.

Cold hardwood met him again.

“Stand up.”

And again.

“Stand up.”

“Just like usual. What the hell are you supposed to do if you can’t even do that? You’re lucky I haven’t kicked your ass out. Babysitting the brat would be a nightmare otherwise.”

“Urban. You in there?” Blake was standing over him, waving a hand back and forth. “You get enough sleep last night? Look, we can call this off today if you really need us to.”

“I’m fine,” Harlow groaned, sitting up on the concrete. “I can, I can do it. This.”

“You’re sure?”

He couldn’t even see Blake’s face.

Just the running tap in the background. “It must be your fault he hasn’t manifested yet. Isn’t it? Are you gonna throw him in a lake too?”

No, he couldn’t dare himself to say it. I would never.

“Call it off!” Blake yelled over to Liam. “He’s completely out of it. We’ll do this some other day.”

“I can do it, Blake, just give, give me a moment.”

“You clearly can’t. It’s just a matter if you need an infirmary or a good night’s rest.”

“No, no, I have to. Just…”

“Say it!” The running water was just in front of his head. “Your dimwitted jealousy will overtake you again, you’ll lead him out and kill him. Fucking say it!”

Don’t say a damn thing. Don’t. You know this game, you know it better than anyone.

The water splashed in his face came with his mother’s crackling hatred, grip on his collar tightening. “Say it like you know you will, the filthy fucking pyrokinetic you are. Say it, and burn this place down, I fucking dare you. Melt it away like that lake.”

The snake bit in with each subsequent drop of water. It made sure to spread it out.

Don’t let her electrify your tears.

“Gabriel knows what you are. I know what you are. Your father knows what you are. Every little dusting of ash you make on the street knows what you are. Why don’t you? WHY DON’T YOU?!”

A muffled scream escaped him as she threw his head under the sink she’d filled with water.

“Mom.” An electronic voice barely made it past the shut bedroom door upstairs. It sounded again, louder. “Mom.” Then again, and again, and again, until finally she yanked his head up and turned off the tap. Threw him against the opposite counter, slumping.

“What is it, dearie?” her heels clicked off to the steps.

“Kid, come on.” Liam was snapping beside him. He didn’t know when they’d slung him around the telepath. “What do you need right now? Hey.”

“I, I just need a moment, I can,”

“No, no you can’t. Kid, look at me.”

“Liam I can fight him, dodge, whatever, I can,”

Liam snapped in front of him again. “Hey. Urban, what do you need right now?”

“Just a moment. I can do this.”

“I know what’s happening in that head of yours, kid. Tell me what you need.”

All he could remember was the way he finally heard his mother’s door shut, Gabriel’s creaking open as he fought himself to hug the countertop. Trying to stand upright.

Big brother? Gabriel heard it all. He couldn’t, he couldn’t protect him.

“I’m alright, Gabe. It’s okay.”

Is Momma gonna be upset that I’m not like Pierre?

“Gabe, no, you are perfect. Okay?”

His little arms hugged a teddy bear halfway down the steps, eyes pouring into him. Do I need to call Raiden?

He couldn’t leave him here alone. But he couldn’t stay. He needed…

Harlow limped over to the couch, grabbing his phone. Damn it. Everything was a blur.

Big brother?

Grabbed a coat from the rack, almost tipping the whole stand over.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Gabe.”

…It’s okay. I get it.

He shouldn’t have to. Gabriel shouldn’t have to get it, know it, understand it.

Harlow scrambled out of the doorway, tripping down the stairwell on the way out. He didn’t even remember when he put on his shoes. Maybe he’d left them on all night. He didn’t know. He didn’t care. He could barely feel the walls he gripped on, couldn’t feel the steps he tripped over.

“What do you need, kid?”

“I can, I can still,”

“No you can’t, Urban. It’s been called off. You can fight Blake properly some other time. Not today. Tell me what you need.”

“...Raiden. I need Raiden.”

“Alright. Raiden it is.” The sound of Liam walking faded off, snapped back to life in an instant. “Hey, no. Stick in the present, kid. It’s not the morning anymore. Don’t make me start fishing you out.”

He didn’t know how many steps passed by until he heard Raiden’s voice. “Urb. What happened?”

Harlow heard a door shut, presumably Liam as Raiden led him over to a bed to sit down, and he broke out into guttural sobbing into Raiden’s shoulder. “I left him. I left him. I left him alone, I left him with her, I⸺”

“Gabe’s a strong kid. You did what you had to.”

“I left⸺” he couldn’t form another word. He felt like a child again, lonely and helpless against it all.

He heard Raiden’s breathing rise and fall as steadily as possible. “What’d she do to you?”

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TL;DR

While Harlow is fighting Blake in a progress check, he keeps reliving his memories of that morning. His electrokinetic mother reminds him of all the reasons he feels like he has no control over his life, little brother onlooking.

#fiction #original story #original characters #magic #dystopian #fantasy #angst #tw abuse

[read7sai]

"Scribbles on Paper are Better then Nothing" High School English Teacher.

Rolling off the Bed in Desperation, i try to stay Awake Groaning into the mattress. Twitching my limbs trying to regain motion my senses rush back making me fall completely on the Floor. Hearing Voices unable to register i give a Lazy Screech finally regaining control.

Colours blurring to my Senses i slowly rub my face Chasing the Numb. Blank and purple painted my sight as Voices turned to word.

"Come on, First day get up." Echoing it raised me up showing a familiar shape.

Another one, i Believe tumbling up following the Motion. Giving a stretch popping my bones as my vision becomes concrete i think. Follow Motion- Wait for Bang.

...

Feeling numb during the Drive, Recognizing Graffiti and Tree's i yawn.

"Stay up to late?" I hum in confirmation not needing more Words. "Told you to sleep Hon. Your nerves are gonna be shot" a sigh followed by Chuckling echoed from mom, She continued to talk in Voices. I hum in confirmation clutching the Backpack with silence.

Once we pulled up to the Front, the Old building greeted me surprising me with my memories. To the Grass being up Kept and the Groups of kids talking I take it in. Unbuckling Quickly moving my backpack slightly to reach for the handle I'm stopped by mother.

"T's gonna come down from the Highschool to Help you, alright. so try not to stress to much." I opened the door staying my thank you's. "Just breath, Hon."

Running off towards the building i take in the Cafeteria crowded unlike the others. Greyish colours with Royal Blue Hints, the room was Bigger then i remembered. Three doorways into the hallway were Crowded by Kids. Two tables were setup with Schedules upperclassmen were Motioning Kids towards.

Spinning around looking for familiarity i spotted a old friend. Her hair was shorter then are previous interaction, and she looked less Feminin but i knew it was Katie. She wore Bulky Fall clothes and looked nervously around. approaching Walking with a bounce to my step and arms swinging at my sides similar to my Senior days i give a loud greeting.

"Hey Katie! What's up?" I give a Cheshire Grin arms resting behind my back, Slightly uncomfortable with the Usual Position.

She jumps and looks at my wildly, Whispering in Confusion. "@?" Coming out as a question before growing louder, "Wait do you know what happened??" Stressed out she begins to fidget with her Glasses, Hand twitching as She try to Move.

Humming in Confusion, as i look away from my Young Coworker i spot more of my old Friends. "HEY OVERHERE!" i yell vocals Squeaking in pain, my hands clench my throat whining in Shock. That's not normal.

As they approach us the sight of a Colourful Celeste only more Rounded followed by Kael with a more casual outfit, Baffled me. Taking in Katie's previous Words I can't help but question What, clearest Dream yet... My eyes beings to drift off taking in the Surroundings once more, Seeing clearly Strangers in individual outfits a pit begins to grow. Why does.. my Bones suddenly clink shocking me to reality.

they argue over what division cause this, I cannot stop from cracking my fingers and focusing on my breathing. Is this real?

Outside Kate and Kael begin to calmly argue about who's fault this is. "Well for now we should blend in till we find the rest of the Crew." "But what if-". "Worry about it later lets just Discuss at Lunch, Ugh School food". "Alright but i really need to write my programs soon. Atlas! Think you can get some Bites down in the Cycle?"

Perking up going through my Fragmented Memories, I figure a Route of construction. "Three, but I'll need some extra parts anyone had some Scraps laying around?"

#wip #rough draft #writting #first person pov

[sadnesslaughs]

You hit your head and black out, waking up in a hospital. But as you wake, millions of lines of text fly by in your vision. Turns out that humans have been getting patched for centuries but nobody has ever been updated before, because we only ever go into sleep mode. You just had a proper reboot.

Ever had your brain scrambled by concrete? Probably a dumb question, since a brain scramblings an impossible thing. However, that’s the best way to describe the feeling of your head bouncing off a slab of concrete. That brief rattling of your jelly like brain flying around your skull before everything goes black. Experiencing that one hard shock of pain before you fall into the void of sleep.

Then… Nothing.

Well, except the dreams and blurs of noise that surround you. The odd beeping of a machine breaking through those cloudy dreams. The beeps followed by a symphony of mom crying or dad talking about something or another. It’s a haze and one that you find yourself trapped in. The best way to describe it would be swimming through the deepest parts of the ocean. Weightlessly pushing through dark waters that you can’t see in. Are you going back to the surface or are you swimming deeper into the eternal slumber?

I can consider myself lucky, either I had on a firm lifejacket, or my swimming skills were better than I ever knew. Because on a cold, miserable morning, I woke up, greeted by a flash of random numbers and letters. The room swirling with these random codes. The nurse was the first to greet me, finding me sitting up on my bed, eyes darting around the room in a crazed manner. She said disorientation is a normal side effect of a coma, but it had nothing to do with disorientation. The world around me had changed, and I was the only one aware of it.

“Anything out of the ordinary that you’ve noticed?”

“No, doctor.”

“Any strange symptoms?”

“No, doctor.”

“No, doctor.” I repeated, much to the confusion of the woman sitting before me. She glanced at her clipboard, pen hovering over the question she was planning to ask. I already knew the question, instinctively answering it before she could get the words out. Why was this taking so long?

“Are you ok?”

“Yes, doctor.” I lied, feeling the honesty of my first response might make this session longer. I was far from alright; everything had been so different since I woke up. It was like I could read their minds. Or maybe not something as outlandish as that. It felt like I could read their lips before the words came out or see their actions before they had made a movement. Everything felt slow.

“You need to tell me if you are feeling any unusual symptoms. The period after a coma is rather taxing on the body. The fact that you’re able to move around is a miracle. The recovery period can be years and that’s if you’re even lucky enough to recover from the damage. Are you feeling agitated? You don’t appear comfortable in your seat.”

As she said that, my leg bounced against the floor, tapping on the spot. Did I look comfortable? Of course, I wasn’t comfortable, nothing about this situation was comfortable. A sterile room with a person I’ve never met before asking me questions. How could I feel any comfort? Not to mention the speed of this all was agonizingly slow. Yet, I struggled to be mad at her. Nothing about her demeanor showed that she was being malicious. She did care about my health. That look of pity she gave me as I squirmed against the chair fabric, the sigh when I scratched at my arm. I could never read a person before and still, it felt so easy to do so now. Like her face had opened up, showing me all the thoughts buzzing between her brain cells.

“I will. I’m sorry, it’s been a long week. I promise, I’m as fine as I can be.” That concluded our little talk. They monitored me for another week before sending me home. My parents happily telling me all about what I missed while I sat in the backseat, staring out the window.

“I’ve never felt so connected with the world.” The smells, the sway of the breeze, the small clicking of car blinkers, everything felt so connected, as if it were all joined by one long thread of rope.

My odd comment made my parents laugh, and they attributed it to the medication I had been given. I hadn’t meant to say it out loud, but something about the discovery of it all made me feel the need to speak about it. It felt incredible, everything making sense for the first time. Staring at my parents seated in the front seats of the car. I could only feel bad for them. How could a person go through life not knowing about this?

Despite the initial joy I had felt, the next weeks were rough.

The whole rat race of life went against everything that my new instincts felt were right. How could a beautiful world get reduced to this? The fact that this long thread connects all of humans and yet we hold such contempt for one another. It’s insane. People didn’t understand that no matter the hate they held, that thread of humanity still connected everything. We were all human. Nothing else mattered. But, the thread isn’t only for us. Animals, plants, bugs and everything in between. This thread joins the world, and that thread is beautiful when it isn’t being pulled and frayed.

I found myself in a deep depression after that, going about my day in a trance. Again, they contributed this to the medication, and I didn’t argue with them. How could I explain this? I was an alien to humanity, someone that didn’t understand the ways of the surrounding world. Everything was slow and harsh. Where was the humanity in humanity?

Then that trance took me back to the spot where it all began, sitting by the side of that concrete slab. I wasn’t sure why I found myself seated on the edge of this sidewalk, staring blankly at the spot before me. Maybe I was grieving the previous me, hoping he might come back or I would awake from this. The longer I sat there, the worst I felt. That sinking feeling growing heavier as I realized this was my fate. There was no magic button to reverse this and no person to save me.

“Oops.” I felt a splash of cold hit my back, leaving a sticky wad of ice cream dripping down the back of my shirt. I turned to face the culprit. The kid frowning as he watched his treat ooze off me. It was clear he was more upset about the ice cream than he was about tripping over me. Although he did eventually mumble out a small apology. “Sorry.”

“It’s ok.” I turned back to the slab, only to hear sniffing. The kid doing his best to hold back tears. What could have made him so attached to an ice cream? I glanced back at him, watching his face contort into that ugly look of sadness. The face of someone screwing their face in a brave attempt to not break down. For this first time I could see that thread dangling off his back, a connection leading back somewhere.

My eyes followed the thread until I couldn’t see it any longer. When the thread was out of sight, I got a vision. An old, frail woman with delicate silver hair. Her bones aching and still she got up to greet her grandson. The woman embracing him in a tight hug, even though her tired form would rather be sinking into her rocking chair. She didn’t have much, only a lot of love to give to a person who was her world. She fished out what was left of her pension to buy him a treat. A treat that now dripped off my back.

I couldn’t do anything, screwing my face up. It took a lot of effort to stop myself from joining the kid in his sobbing. I reached for my wallet, finding whatever notes I had in it. I handed them to the kid and smiled. “Get two and share it.” It was amazing how quickly a kid could stop crying. In a moment, he had stopped crying and taken the cash. While his face showed how grateful he was, he didn’t think to say thank you, rushing to the store. I could see it now, him rushing home, two ice creams in hand. The older woman letting out an impressed exhale as he recounted his tale. The two sharing the story over the dessert. That small glimpse was what made humanity so amazing.

Maybe that was the point of this all? The thread could never be perfect. We would never have a unified humanity, but we could all do our part to create a better world. Maybe if enough of us put in the effort, it would encourage others to do the same? I picked myself up from the sidewalk, shifting my arms a little, trying to get my shirt unstuck from my back. For the first time since the coma, I felt I could think a little clearer. Heading back home, I could hold my head up high. I would create some little changes to the world. Even if they went unnoticed, I would do my part. Although, I would need to change my shirt before I started.

#short stories #writing #writing prompt #story #writer

[pettytiredandjewish]

The Old House on River Drive

Part 2

That night, Parker texted Jared and Lily to let them know that their mom was cool with them ‘staying the night’ with Jared on Friday. Parker was excited but was also a little worried about their ghost-hunting trip. They had a feeling that something was going to happen. As Parker was getting ready for bed, they decided to read up on the old house on River Drive, thinking that if they ‘study’ it, then they would be prepared if something does happen. 

There were a lot of articles about the old house. Most of them were old news articles about the grisly murders that took place. The only reason why there was a lot of information about what happened was because the family had a stalker. This guy, who was a town local, had a weird obsession with the New Jersey family- most specifically the wife. He was reportedly seen at the family’s house multiple times at night by neighbors. Of course, he was reported to the police by the husband and wife, but the cops brushed it off.  

The stalker was there that night when the murders happened. He was in the family’s backyard, up in a tree, looking through the husband and wife's bedroom window through his binoculars, when he saw the husband ‘waking up’. When he was talking to the police, he told them that the husband looked like he was in some sort of trance. It was like he was sleepwalking, but something was off. He also told them that the husband was talking to someone, but the weird thing was that no one else was in the room, except for the wife, who was asleep. 

The guy went on about how he saw the husband leave the bedroom and about five minutes later came back, but he was now holding an axe. What happened next horrified him. The husband killed his sleeping wife, and once he killed her, he killed his kids, who were also asleep. The guy didn’t stay after that. He jumped out of the tree and ran off. The only reason why he was caught by police the next day was because a neighbor saw him, and told the police. 

Without the stalker’s retelling of what happened that night, no one would have known what had happened. They may have been able to piece parts of it together, but not the ‘full’ story. Parker scrolled through the different articles, scanning through them until one caught their attention. The article was from a website that talked about scary hauntings that happened around the New England area. The person that wrote it had actually investigated the house a couple of years ago. She talked about how she and her friends decided to visit the house, and how it was one of the scariest places that she has ever been to. 

She went on about her experiences there- A chair being thrown across the dining room, hearing scratching noises coming from inside the walls, a child crying, and a shadowy figure standing in the master bedroom. The woman also talked about how they went into the basement and found a ‘hidden’ room that was blocked by a piece of plywood. How she and her friends went into the hidden room and saw a pentagram carved onto the concrete floor, along with other strange markings. She also found a wooden chest pushed to the side that was chained shut. 

The woman explained how she had this feeling that something was just wrong with the whole house. She’s been to many haunted places before, but she has never felt this scared before. She gave a theory that maybe instead of ghosts, it was a demon that was haunting this place. Of course, she did go on to say that it was only a theory and that she was not an expert on demonology. 

But she did give a warning to other ghost hunters if they did choose to investigate this house: “I’ve changed after my experiences at the old house on River Drive. There is no denying it. I feel like something had followed me home and it scares the crap out of me. As of now, I am putting a pause on my ghost-hunting trips until I feel mentally better. But before I go, I just want to give a warning to my fellow ghost hunters. 

If you guys are planning on investigating the old house on River Drive, don’t do it unless you are a professional. The things that happened there the night that I was there, well it fucken scared me. And I’m not one who gets scared easily, so that says a lot. If you do choose to go, go at your own risk. Bring holy water if you can, and do not and I will repeat, do not bring an Ouija board with you to this house. Just don't.”

Friday afternoon came too fast for Parker's liking. The trio was walking to Jared's house going over their plan. “Sam was able to get ahold of some really high-tech ghost-hunting equipment. Of course, I did tell him that it was a waste of money. I mean who would spend hundreds of dollars on equipment that is not going to work at all.” Jared complained. Lily just rolled her eyes. “What time are we heading out?” She asked him. 

Jared fixed his bag that was sliding off of his shoulders and shrugged. “I think around eight o’clock. Mom and Dad are leaving at six for some fancy dinner party. And one of Sam’s friends is going to be riding with us. At 8:30 is when everyone should be at the meeting place.” Parker nodded their head. “Who’s all coming?” 

“Of course, us three and Sam. Then there’s Theo, Nick, and Paul. Nick was able to convince his girlfriend and boyfriend to go. I think their names are Josie and Victor. And Paul’s bringing Kimmy and her sister Bree.” Parker’s eyes widen. “Wow, that’s a lot of people going.” Jared nodded his head. “Oh yeah, it’s gonna be one hell of a party.” He joked. The trio arrived at Jared's house and went inside. 

Jared's mom was the first to greet the trio. “Parker! Lily! It’s so good to see you guys again.” She went over to the trio and hugged the two. Jared’s mom was a close friend of Parker’s mom. They were best friends since they were ten. She was also Parker's godmother. “Hey, Aunt Stacy! How’s it going?” Parker asked after hugging her back. “I’m doing good. I’m just about to head out. Oh! Before I forget do you guys need anything before I head out? There was a change of planes, so now I’m leaving early and meeting your father at the party.”

“I think that we’re all good.” Said Jared as he placed his school bag on the floor. “Ok, but please don’t hesitate to call if you need anything or if something happens.” Stacy walked over to Jared and hugged him. She kissed him on the head and did the same to Parker and Lily. “I’ll see you guys later.” She grabbed her purse and headed towards the front door. She paused and looked up the stairs. “Sammy! I’m heading out now. Please behave and if you need something call me. I love you!” 

“Love you too Mom!” Sam yelled from his room. After Stacy left, the trio went upstairs to Jared’s room to kill some time before they had to leave. Lily and Parker were laying on Jared's bed watching Jared play one of his gory zombie video games. “So, I was reading up on the old house on River Drive, and I just have to ask, are we all sure that we want to do this,” Lily asked. She sounded a little nervous. It shocked Parker. Lily was someone who wasn’t afraid of anything. She lived off of horror and anything scary.

Sometimes she even would go on solo investigations to haunted places just for the thrill of it- something that she never told Jared about because she did not want to hear his usual spiel about the supernatural. “For the last time, nothing is going to happen,” Jared said while shooting zombies. “The only thing that we should be worried about is walking in on the couples making out.”

Lily looked like she was going to say something, but decided to not say it. Parker grabbed her hand and squeezed it, silently communicating with her that they also shared her concerns. Lily smiled at them in return. It was silent after that. Jared was too focused on his game, Lily was reading one of Jared’s books, and Paker decided to take a small nap. They moved so that they were laying on Lily’s lap, which was one of their favorite napping spots. Their other favorite spot was Jared’s chest. 

Sam walked into Jared's room a couple of hours later and was greeted by the sight of the trio cuddling on the bed fast asleep. Jared was curled up by Lily with his head on her shoulder. Parker was still on Lily’s lap, with Jared’s hand in their hair. Lily’s head was leaning on Jared’s head and she was still holding the book in her hands. Sam smiled and took out his phone. He took a couple of pictures and sent a few to his mom. 

Sam put his phone back into his pocket. He walked over to the trio and woke them up. It was close to eight, and they had to start getting ready to leave. With some pleading from Lily and Jared, Parker decided to forego their chest binder and instead where their sports bra. As the trio was changing into some comfier clothing, Jared handed over one of his baggier hoodies to Parker. Parker smiled and thanked Jared. They pulled it over their head and sighed happily. It smelled like him. Lily also stole one of his hoodies too. She smirked and stuck her tongue out at him when she saw the look of mock shock on his face. 

In return, Jared stole her sweatshirt and her beanie. After the trio was done getting changed, they headed downstairs and saw Sam talking to someone. It was Sam’s girlfriend, Heather. She was going to stay at the house to study while the others go ghost hunting. Theo was also there. He was in the kitchen eating chips. Sam finished packing up his duffle bag and kissed his girlfriend goodbye. Then they all walked out of the house and climbed into Sam’s jeep. “You guys excited? This is going to be freaking awesome, just wait!”

Jared rolled his eyes in annoyance but kept his mouth shut, to not face Lily's wraith. Theo turned on the radio as Sam pulled out of the driveway. Lily leaned her head back and closed her eyes. Jared pulled out his phone to scroll through Facebook. Parker was leaning against Jared's shoulder, secretly regretting coming on this trip. They had a gut feeling that something was going to happen- something bad. And they were correct something bad was going to happen.

#scary stories #spooky stories #ghost stories #Spooky season #ghosts #demons #haunted house #short story

[biderboy]

my room getting taken over at 1am really ruined my whole week 😐

#it’s not even a room #i don’t even have a room ! #i have a couch ! #and that got taken over ! #my aunt n uncle and THREE FUCKING DOGS #they woke me up at 1 am . 😁 1. in. the. morning. 😁 #i had to go sleep on the concrete. floor. in my moms room. #for WHAT ? #it was a fucking storm why couldn’t they stay in THEIR ROOM ?? #i mean i get it whatever i’m just upset cause wtf #i had a long day yesterday and my head hurts and i fucked up my arm really badly #and my allergies r thru the ROOF #i want. to cry #no actually. i wanna go HOME😁 #i’m not in a good mood help i hate living here #sorin vents

[bifurious-rex]

you guys didn’t ask but you made me look at classist bullshit so now here you go.

can yall STOP reposting that house with the weird ass layout and trash everywhere? can you fucking stop? it’s been like maybe a solid month since i last saw yall humiliating poor people online for their living situations so maybe you needed a reminder, shut the fuck up.

“oh hahaha who even lives like this it’s disgusting!” poor people, asshole. do you know how many places i’ve been that looked like this (albeit smaller)? i’ve lived in places that were arguably more unsafe than this. i didn’t bring people home growing up. i still don’t. i can’t without being humiliated. if you haven’t been poor you literally have no idea what it is like to live in a place that looks like that and be constantly bombarded with shit that dehumanizes and belittles you. 

i WONDER. why would someone live in a house with a weird, inconvenient layout? why would someone maybe have a lot of seemingly random possessions that they don’t want to throw out? why would someone maybe not have time to clean their house before they put it up for sale? maybe it’s because they’re fucking poor.  this is what the homeowner said after his listing went viral.

[ID: a quote from a news article, reading, “The house’s owner, Troy Curtis, spoke with Fox News, saying that he decided to keep the 3D tour up even after the response because he runs an eBay business and hopes that the attention will lead to more sales. He explained that since the pandemic hit, he has been working 14-hour-long days which he says has contributed to the level of cleanliness in the house. end ID]

the person who posted the original tweet is verified. the house listing has over a million views. hundreds of thousands of people now know every inch of this man’s house, where he lives, his past criminal record, etc. are yall fucking happy? is this worth the joke to you? i wonder how easy it will be for him to sell his house now. 

like where the house is located, i grew up in appalachia. a lot of people there are stuck in dismal living situations, both renting and as owners. renters are stuck in cyclical debt and poverty, as well as substandard living conditions. but homeowners are also often stuck in those cycles. they’re taken advantage of by banks. many people live in trailers, which are notoriously bad long-term and the parks they regularly reside in are notoriously exploitative. many of us live in places where the water and air is poisoned by pollution, and healthcare is substandard. the high school that that house is located in has a rating of 1/10. 

but yeah. i hope your ‘where’s the bathtub’ treasure hunt was worth it.

[ID: comment section from a local news article discussing the viral attention the house has received. the first comment reads, “how do people live like that.” the second comment replies to the first, “i don’t think it’s actually a home. there are two Men’s rooms and Two Women’s rooms.” end ID.]

[ID: comment section from a video walkthrough of the house. a user comments, “looks pretty nice compared to where i live.” the youtuber who posted the video replied to them with, “oh i’m so sorry.” a frowny face follows the comment. end ID]

#i'd say sorry to blow about this but i'm not fucking sorry. #where's the bathtub #classism #hick manifesto #housing inequity #okay like not to overshare but hi. my name is chloel i am 21 and i grew up in west virginia. #in middle school i lived in a soon to be condemned rental for about six months. #for the next four months following that my family and i were technically homeless #we stayed with my manipulative grandmother and commuted over an hour just to get to school each day. #my dad has had sporadically unstable housing since my parents got divorced over a decade ago. #he has lived in an unfinished basment with concrete flooring and the insulation showing. #he has lived in a friend's spare room where my brother me and my dad would squeeze into a fullsize bed when we visited him. #both my parents have lived in unsafe rentals through much of their twenties #including one riddled with bullet casings #when i was a kid the one house we owned had a fire that gave my dad third degree burns. #he still lives in an unstable housing situation where i cannot go to visit him because the woman who owns the house is a nightmare #lets look at my family's health. everyone has asthma. the town i was raised in has air pollution issues bc of the factory in town. #my 50 year old mom and 30 year old brother sleep on CPAP machines. #my dad had a stroke before he was 50 and continues to have seizures that h #he can't go to the neurologist about because he has unpaid medical debt. #i watch my family work themselves to death. so sorry if maybe whether or not our house is clean is like... the biggest priority. #just like? fucking think about it for a second that is all i ask. #rich people can afford more spacious places they can afford to hire cleaners they can afford to take time off work to clean #they can afford to buy organization systems and rubermaid containers #what posseses you to laugh at someones home? publicly. and reblog it so that other people can laugh. #i don't care how trashy you think the place is #where the fuck is your decency?

[thesunmeltedthegrayaway]

Running From the Quarrel: Dallas Winston x Reader Imagine

This is a request! If you would like to make a request take a look at (this post) for all of the characters I am currently writing for. 

The request is...

My parents and I were having a late dinner, the sun had set hours ago. My father had come home late... again. We ate dinner in a tension filled dinning room. The scraping of forks against our plates was the only sound that could be heard. But when my mother cleared her throat, I knew things were about to take a turn.

“So, where were you tonight dear?” Mom asked in a forced calm voice, she always did that whenever she was really pissed off.

Dad growled before slamming his fork down on the table. He pointed a tense finger toward mom. “I was at work!” He hissed tensely.

“And what did you do for the three extra hours after your shift ended. Because, if I remember correctly you get off at 6 on Wednesday’s... it’s nearly 12.” 

“I was working overtime because you won’t get off your ass and get a job!” Dad roared.

I leaned back into my chair, cringing at the volume the pair of them both began to speak at.

“If I was out working all day this house would fall apart!” Mom yelled.

“We have a perfectly capable daughter here to take care of things while we’re gone!” Dad rebutted.

“Yeah right she-” Mom scoffed out.

“Excuse me?” I questioned tensely. “What are alluding to mother?”

She ignored me, both her and dad continued to yell at each other. I couldn’t take the yelling anymore, I stood up abruptly, the chair I was sitting in roughly skidded across the floor.

“God damn you two! You drive me nuts!” I shouted out before running out of the house. 

There angry insults and complaints echoed out to me the further I got away from them. I huffed as I walked, my footsteps stomped against the concrete the farther I got away from the house. My anger clouded my judgement but as my legs slowly grew sorer with each step I took. A thought popped into my head. Where in the hell am I going? No no no a better question... Where am I?

I paused my angered movements and looked around the area. It took me a bit to realize where I was... of course I subconsciously walked my way over to Bucks. I really hoped Dally would be there, otherwise I would be really pissed off then. I knocked on the buildings door, it vibrated due to the music playing inside. Buck bit back a laugh when he looked at me.

“You look pissed kid.”

“Good observation, I’m going get even more mad if a certain person isn’t here right.” I said with a faux smile.

“You’re in luck, he’s upstairs. But don’t be surprised if he get’s pissed off that you woke him up.”

“I’ll live.” 

Buck moved back giving me enough room to come inside. People began to observe me as I pushed through the crowd. There gaze burned holes through me. I finally made it to the stairs, I stopped in front of Dal’s door. Even if I was angry I would feel bad I woke him up. I softly knocked on the door I was surprised to hear the sound of movements almost immediatly. 

“Y/N/N, what are you doing here?” Dallas asked, he seemed fully awake but confused.

“My parents got into another screaming match and tried to drag me into the middle of it.” I explained plainly.

“So you bolted, by yourself?” He asked, his voice now slightly on edge at the fact I was out this late by myself.

“I’m fine Dal,” I sighed out, pushing past him. I shrugged of my jacket, throwing it down onto a stray chair in the room. “Honestly with the way I feel right now I would’ve knock someone’s head off if they messed with me.” I added before sitting down on the edge of his bed. 

Dallas sat down next to me for a few seconds before pulling me down to lay down next to him.

“I’m sure you could,” He said teasingly, he draped an arm loosely around my waist, my head rested on his chest. “Go to sleep bruiser.” He said, I laughed at the nickname he came up with.

“S-shut up Dal.” I replied between laughs.

“Make me, Doll.” He fired back teasingly. 

I lifted my head off of his chest and glared up at him with a smirk. One of my hands made it’s way toward his jawline before pulling him in for a quick kiss. I pulled away before laying my head back down onto his chest. His chest vibrated as he let out a smooth chuckle.

“Well, that’s one way to get me to shut up...”

#the outsiders #the outsiders x y/n #the outsiders x reader #the outsiders imagine #the outsiders oneshot #dallas winston x reader #dallas winston #dallas winston imagine #dallas winston headcanons #dally winston

[sailorhyunjinz]

~𝘓𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 ~

𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 ; hyunjin x fem!reader, SMUT!! childhood!bestfriends, in vino veritas, sex under influence, summer!au, uni!au, drunken confession, (not really) mutual pining, explicit language, piv, unprotected sex (once again, a bad example! don’t forget the raincap in the storm), riding, kinda vanilla sex, uuuh,,, corruption kink if you squint, orgasm (m/f), cum, muffled moaning? (that is not the correct term but lets go with that)

𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 ; 2.8 k 

𝘙𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 ; ye ye thank u anon!! <3

𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦 ; lmao i know he has dark hair in the picture but just imagine that he’s blonde aight also damnit wtf happened to that edge of the header picture aaah,,, im no editor u guys- also once again, the fucking title has nothing to do with the story, i just felt like it

holy shit now i understand why i dont write vanilla sex or like slow stuff,,, because it pains me with cringe- or maybe i get flustered,,, 

29. “Maybe I would like you better if you took off your clothes” ; The 1975 - If you’re too shy (Let me know)

𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥.

𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 18.

Hwang Hyunjin.

You liked him in every type of way. You even liked the way his name rolled of your tongue like some kind of sweet mantra. You would have confessed if only he wasn’t your childhood best friend. 

“y/n! ready to parteeey?” he yelled across the crosswalk, holding up a slightly dirty tan canvas bag, the bottles of cold liquor clinking against each other as he moved, the green man lighting up on the red stoplight. His high platform sneakers moved swiftly against the white striped concrete, making his way over to you and stretching out his arms, catching you in an embrace when he finally crossed the road.

“i see you brought drinks even if it’s only a casual sleepover” you chuckled, patting him on the back as you pulled away, walking towards the direction of your house in the scorching summer evening. 

“of course, who said you couldn’t have a party with two people?” he answered back, slightly embarrassed by the way the bottles hit each other, causing other pedistrians to turn their heads. You shrugged your shoulders, looking at him as you walked closeby his side, admiring his profile and the way his blonde long locks were pushed behinds his ears, exposing his cute studded earrings. He turned his head, gazing at you to which you quickly diverted your eyes towards the ground below your feet, hearing Hyunjin giggle from your antics. 

“how’s your mom? she doing good?” he asked after walking a couple of meters, holding the bag in one hand and his phone in the other one. 

“yeah! but why do you ask? you literally messaged her yesterday” you smiled to which Hyunjin hummed, pouting and shrugging. 

“because she’s like my best friend,,, duh?” he chuckled, poking you playfully at the side of your tummy causing you to flinch away, you being rather ticklish. 

“hey! you can’t just make my mom your bestie, tsk,, stealing away my mom like that” you said, laughing in between words and noticing that the two of you were soon standing infront of your house door, the kitchen and living room window radiating warm yellow light and a silhouette moving behind the dark curtains. You retreived the keys that were in the pockets of your shorts, something you threw on quickly to go meet Hyunjin even though he knew the way to your house. It was just an excuse to be with him a bit longer. 

You put the keys in the lock, jumbling around as Hyunjin looked at you with glossy dark brown eyes, holding the bag with two hands in front of his knees. The door opened and the light shined on you, illuminating the front yard that was getting dark as the sun was setting. The two of you stepped in, removing your shoes and hearing Hyunjin place the bag down on the cold tile flooring moments before your mother walked out of the kitchen with a bowl of popcorn. 

“Oh hello Hyunjin! How’s school?” She asked, placing 3 pieces of popcorn in her mouth and chewing, her jaw moving from side to side. 

“Uni is going great, stressful but y/n helps me,,, kinda” he chuckled, scratching the back of his head and looking down at the ground, you playfully hitting him on his upper arm. Your mom smiled at the two of you.

“Don’t stay up too late!” she yelled as she made her way to the living room where your dad was lounging on the sofa with a cold beer in his hands, watching a game of football. 

“We won’t mom!” you yelled back, grabbing Hyunjin’s bag and waving your hand, signaling for him to follow you to your bedroom. He tiptoed carefully, not wanting to knock something down even though he’s slept over at yours well over a thousand times since your early childhood but still, it was in Hyunjin’s nature to be gentle and timid at first glance, another reason as to why you liked him so much. 

Your bedroom was nothing out of the ordinary. White walls filled with various trinkets, family photos decorating them. Your bed was big enough to fit two but you had a sleeping bag in the corner of the room from just how often Hyunjin would crash at your place. There was not much more besides a cluttered desk, your single bed and a carpet along with a white drawer and a mirror. You plopped down on the bed, feeling the soft material against your exposed calfs. Hyunjin knew what to do, grabbing and unfolding the sleeping bag before emptying the contents of his beige bag, multiple bottles of beer and cider along with a small bottle of pure vodka.

“Why the fuck did you bring vodka? You know my parents are gonna kill me if they find this in my room” you sneered, rolling your eyes at the boy that was sitting on the bedroom floor, mischievously looking up at you. 

“y/n you’re in uni, what are they gonna do? ground you?” you shook your head. 

“Yeah? or kick me out of the house” you persisted, tilting your head as Hyunjin looked around the room in search for a bottle opener. 

“Says the girl that puked behind a slide” he laughed to which you kicked him, causing him to fall over and you getting the final laugh. 

“I’m gonna go grab some snacks and a bottle opener since you’re too weak to open them” you tsked, heading towards the door and turning the doorknob.

“ppft,,, too weak” you heard Hyunjin complain as you exited the room, small steps making their way to the kitchen. You flipped the light switch, the grey lamp hanging from the ceiling, you witnessing the messy dishes from dinner earlier. You opened the dark brown cabinet where you usually stored your snacks, grabbing two packets of crisps and rummaging through the smaller cabinet that was home for the multitude of kitchen supplies your dad and mom like to collect. You found one, decorated with some picture of a sea, probably from one of dads business trips you thought, closing the cabinets and turning off the light, stepping back to your bedroom. 

“Here” you said, throwing the metal opener towards the blonde boy that was mindlessly scrolling on his phone, lying sprawled out on the carpet. Hyunjin dramatically clutched his stomach, acting as if he’s been hit with a boulder to which you scoffed, sitting down next to him on the floor and opening the first bag of crisps and being once again disappointed by the air to chip ratio. 

Hyunjin opened two bottles of beer, handing one over to you which you happily received, putting the slightly cold edge against your hot lips and drinking the bitter liquid, feeling it burn a bit in your throat but soothe it in this summers heat. Your face contorted into disgust, looking on the rather dodgy blue lable that was peeling a bit on the edges. You looked over to Hyunjin that was making a similar expression to yours, his nose sqrunching in that cute manner it always did. 

“aren’t we both like,,, too easily influenced?” he said quietly as you stood up, retrieving your computer to put on a movie. You nodded, giggling when you sat back down and placed the computer on the floor, typing something on your computer and pointing towards the screen.

“this one or,,,, this one?” you said to which Hyunjin pointed at the latter, knowing he would pick the animated movie, him being childish as he is. 

An hour passed and at this point the two of you were tipsy, multiple bottles making their presence known by standing beside you, all emptied to the last drop. The alcohol was flushing Hyunjin’s cheeks, tinging them with a light red along with the tips of his ears, your hearts thumping from how dangerously close his hand was to yours. You were starting to get tired, probably drowsy from the alcohol you thought as you layed down to which Hyunjin reacted, patting his lap.

“Put your head here, why put it on the floor?” he chuckled, his words slurring slightly. You froze, comtemplating on whether or not you should do it or if your heart could even manage being in contact with him. You cleared your throat, trying to get back to your senses. He was your childhood best friend for fuck sake. Shyly you put your head on his thigh, still watching the movie and trying to focus on what was happening on the screen but being completely lost in your own lewd thoughts, wondering how his soft lips would feel brushing up against yours, ctaching you in a hasty kiss. You sighed as the end credits rolled, seeing Hyunjin’s angular face reflecting on the screen and his gaze catching yours on the reflective monitor. Both of you burst out in laughter, the substances intoxicaing you into a laughing fit. You sat up again, pushing him by the shoulder and causing him to fall over with his arms stretched out to the sides, you falling closely to him and using his forearm as a headrest. 

“y/n, have you ever liked me?”

You gulped. Was it that apparent? You shook your head, mumbling a quiet “no” to which Hyunjin giggled, his chest heaving up and down. He messed with his blonde hair, pushing it back and furrowing his eyesbrows before relaxing his facial features, closing his eyes softly.

“i like you but maybe i would like you better if you took off your clothes”

You choked on your own spit, sitting up and patting yourself on the chest. It was unlike Hyunjin to speak this bluntly, especially about such suggesstive topics. He laughed at your reaction, acting as if he hadn’t just made you choke with only his words. After the initial shock set in you decided to play smart, if he was being oblivious so would you. You looked back at the blonde boy that still had his eyes closed, smirking and with a tone interlaced with pure erotic connotations you said;

“yeah? and if I did take off my clothes, what would you do?” you giggled back at him, feeling a warm flash of heat zap through your body and ultimately landing in your dripping core. Hyunjin’s eyes sprung open, the corners of his mouth curling upwards into a exuberant smirk. A million thoughts ran through Hyunjin’s mind. Should he continue the little game he had started or end it all now in order to save your friendship? But maybe ruining your friendship was exactly what he needed or more like what you needed.

The tall boy sat up, pulling you by your wrist and quickly pursing his cherry red lips, clashing them against the surface of your gently chapped pout. You thought you melted right then and there, taking in the scent of the boy you never invisioned yourself kissing but here you were, your lips pressed up against his. He grabbed your hand, encasing yours in his and feeling the warmth radiating from your nervous state. With a slight tilt of the head, Hyunjin could reach deeper inside your mouth, tracing his tongue over yours and pursing his lips causing a smooching sound to escape. Your felt his hot breath stroking your heated cheek, sending shivers down your spine. 

“a-are you ok, y/n? I’m s-sorry!” he said, pulling away and hiccuping after finishing his sentence. You shook your head, giggling which caught Hyunjin by surprise. You were ecstatic. 

“please kiss me Hyunjin, i’ve been wanting you so bad” you mumbled, Hyunjin’s jaw clenching in confusion. 

“me? i want you!” he said, laughing at your seriousness causing you to crack a smile, pushing him down on the floor and slamming the computer shut, the background track of the movie disappering. Now only the sound of the loud TV downstairs was heard along with your lips pecking Hyunjin’s. You hovered above the boy, your hands on either side of him. You felt your wet cunt aching for him, you wanted him inside of you and it seemed like you weren’t the only excited one, Hyunjin’s bulge growing bigger with every caress of his body. Your hands snaked down to the zipper of his ripped jeans, with a steady hand unzipping and unbuttoning, wanting to free him from his clothed prison that was keeping you from him. 

“Eager or something?” Hyunjin tsked, trailing kisses along your jawline and neck. You didn’t answer his stupid question. Of course you were eager, this was what you had dreamed of for years. This was what played out in every single wet dream you ever had. This was what occupied your mind when nothing else mattered. It was him. Hwang Hyunjin. 

Hyunjin bucked his hips upwards, granting you the honor to pull down his pants and boxers in a brisk motion which you happily took. His cock sprung free, leaking with precum embarrassingly enough causing you to snicker. Could the sight of his best friend make him this horny? You quickly moved aside from Hyunjin’s figure in order to free yourself from your shorts and white lace panties. The blonde boy was in a dilemma. He liked you,,, a lot, but you were his best friend. Was it worth risking a friendship for sex and maybe even something else?

Your answer was yes. Yes if it was Hyunjin. 

You straddled Hyunjin’s thigh, balancing on your knees and placing your hands firmly on his hard abdomen, positioning your hungry hole above his dick, the slit being decorated with a shining pearl of precum. Hyunjin’s eyes were closed in anticipation, his hands trying to grab onto the carpet on the floor, clawing at the material.

“you good? ready?” you asked in worry, thinking maybe he was uncomfortable. 

Hyunjin shook his head in agreement. He was nervous. If he opened his eyes he could cum by just the lewd sight of your pussy about to swallow his dick whole. He was adorable being this shy, always acting innocent but not really living up to that standard, at least not in this moment. You slowly sink down on his erect cock, Hyunjin letting out a hiss at the same time you gasped, slapping a hand over your mouth in order to not be too loud. The boy was stretching you out to the brink of completion, it was impossible to bottom out from the sheer size of his throbbing cock. Hyunjin turned his head side to side, his cheek coming in contact with the cold floor. He looked in pain, his forehead furrowing but he reassured you that it felt good, maybe even too good. Your gently bounced up and down his cock, with each thrust earning another groan from the panting boy. Seeing him lost in pleasure made your core burn with arousal, needing to chase your impending orgasm. The boy slowly opened his eyes, peeking at you rocking backwards and forwards on his cock, biting your lip and tracing your hands along his abdomen underneath his shirt. 

“d-does it feel good?” he asked in a dazed voice, striking a half smile as he moved his hands to your waist, simply resting them there. You nodded, lulling your head backwards, your tits bouncing underneath the fabric of your oversized t-shirt, hardened nipples poking through. Hyunjin drooled at the sight and the sensations. He had longed for this just as much as you had. Hyunjin’s hands trailed up your shirt, wrapping his hands around your boobs and harshly kneading them, the pads of his thumb gliding over your nipples. You shuddered, clenching around his cock, Hyunjin’s eyes shut tightly and his toes curling from the sensation of balancing on a pinnacle, tumbling into his orgasm. He couldn’t control his words, whispering your name out like a mantra along with the words “i love you”. Those were words you didn’t hear him say often. 

The feeling of his hot cum oozing between your velvety walls got you holding onto Hyunjin’s shirt for life, his hand gently placed over your parted lips that continusly spilled with whimpers and pleas. You looked at Hyunjin with lost eyes, your pace slowling down as you rode out your orgasm, thighs shaking involuntarily, giving up beneath you. Hyunjin lifted slightly by your hips, you pulling off him and with a thud rolled over on your back, laying next to him on the floor. The room filled with heavy breathing, sweaty bodies trying to find composure after the rather interesting orgasm. All your thoughts were in once big mush, hindering you from forming a sentence. 

“What now?” Hyunjin said in a sleepy manner, rolling over to his side and hugging you awkwardly. You didn’t know. All you knew that you wanted him. You were hoping he would become yours. More than once. 

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