#I only watch it when I’m chilling with my grandma and I got to see the two boys smooch so congrats from both of us

[simpforboys]

my voice will haunt you

drew starkey x fem!musician!reader

summary: during an award ceremony, you honor your grandmother, stevie nicks. but freshly after a breakup, emotions cant help but rise. works for biological or adopted!

warnings: angst, fluff ending, swearing, teasing (the camera men are kinda fucked up), drew and reader are heartbroken but it’s fine, not proof read

listen to silver springs (live) by fleetwood mac!

the pounding in your heart never left until your newly manicured hands clutched the microphone in front of you.

despite your shining smile, your chest ached with fear as the hundreds of celebrities and their families stared at you, front and center of the big stage.

bright lights illuminated your frame, the extra bits of the fabric designed to look like fairy wings hung against your skin.

“hello to the grammys!”

the crowd erupted into cheers as you pulled your face from the mic, sucking in a nervous breath.

“i’m y/n l/n, and with the celebration of my newest album, dread, the grammys have invited me to play tonight.”

you spoke confidently to the crowd, used to performing as your career took off with the help of your grandmother.

any other time you would kill to play for the grammys, but now you all you could feel was dread, because you knew he was here.

“some of you may be familiar with my wonderful grandma, Stevie Nicks…”

as the crowd began to clap and cheer in honor of the legendary woman, your eyes subconsciously began searching the room in hopes you’ll find the deep blue color you became so familiar with.

but he was watching, a pained look hidden deep within his eyes. but he shifted in his seat, feeling a pat on the back from his co-star, Johnathan.

he barely blinked, the aching feeling in his heart deepening. but he was scared that if he closed his eyes for even a second, you would disappear. but then you spoke again.

“so i invite you all to sing with me if you know this iconic song.” you grinned at the crowd, the cameras panning onto the celebrities and artists in their respective seats.

taking in another breath, you heard the okay in your ear piece. as the band began to strum the introduction, you opened your mouth to begin.

“you could be my silver spring, blue-green colors flashing, i would be your only dream,”

Drew felt chills run down his spine as your voice lingered in the crowd. he missed your voice, your personality, your everything.

“your shining autumn ocean crashing, and did you say she was pretty? and did you say that she loves you?”

a tang shot through his body from the lyrics, remembering the reason you two broke up. you had overheard Drew telling his sister that he was conflicted, and while he loved you, Odessa was someone who enticed him.

he felt his eyelids become heavy as he closed his eyes, letting his head hang low a bit. he could feel Madelyn’s eyes drift over to him, knowing that the lyrics meant everything to you both.

“baby, i don’t wanna know. i’ll begin not to love you, turn around, see me running. i say i loved you years ago, tell myself you never loved me, no.”

you picked the microphone up from the stand, beginning to walk around the stage as your vocal cords became deeper, stronger.

Rihanna blew you a kiss as you walked past her, in which you smiled at the gorgeous woman.

unfortunately, it was no shocker that you and Drew recently ended off your three year relationship. being there from the beginning of Outer Banks season one, the fans adored the two of you, more after learning your grandmother.

so, when the news that the “it” couple of the Outer Banks cast got out, a lot of people took it seriously.

“and did you say she was pretty? and did you say that she loves you? baby, i don’t wanna know…oh, no…”

you looked elegant on the stage, your dress flowing as you walked. the band and background singers complimented your voice perfectly, making the performance extra special.

“and can you tell me, was it worth it? really, i don’t wanna know.”

Drew’s eyes returned to you, and it felt like you were specifically asking him the question, even though you were singing to a crowd of people.

and no, it wasn’t worth it. Drew never did anything with Odessa, but you didn’t want to be with someone who doubted their relationship with you.

and so you broke it off, deciding it would be best to have some space from each other.

and it was Drew’s biggest regret.

“time casts its spell on you, but you won’t forget me. i know i could have loved you but you would not let me.”

“time casts its spell on you, but you won’t forget me. i know i could have loved you but you would not let me.”

as you repeated the lyrics, you centered yourself in the middle of the stage once more. unbeknownst to you and Drew, the sneaky camera man zoomed in on Drew’s broken expression.

his eyes were ride, as if in a trance, never wanting to leave you. his usual cheerfulness gone, the sadness radiating off of him as the other celebrities and artists look turns glancing at the man.

“i’ll follow you down ‘til the sound of my voice will haunt you. you’ll never get away from the sound of the woman who loves you.”

you moved to the right side of the stage, approaching the table with Billie Eilish, Timothée Chalamet, Lady Gaga, Anne Hathaway, and Emma Stone.

Billie was singing along to the music, a proud smile on her face as she swayed.

but you felt your heart drop into your stomach with you realized that he was sitting right behind that table.

and as the music picked up, you locked eyes with the man, your skin erupting with goosebumps.

“i’ll follow you down ‘til the sound of my voice will haunt you. was i just a fool? you’ll never get away from the sound of the woman that loves you. was i just a fool?”

the crowd grew silent as it was just you and him in the moment, the guilt radiating off of both your bodies into the air. the sting in your eyes became more evident as your vision became blurry and you hadn’t noticed that all the cameras were locked in on the two of you, sharing your moment for the world to see.

“i’ll follow you down ‘til the sound of my voice will haunt you. give me just a chance. you’ll never get away from the sound of the woman that loves you.”

Drew stared at you with an expression no one has ever seen before; regret, love, and fear. and he just let himself feel, mourning the loss of your presence in his life.

as the background vocalists began to take off, you felt your feet moving back to the center of the stage, trying to compose yourself and not to break down in front of millions of people.

“you could be my silver spring, my blue-green colors flashing.”

as the music ended, the crowd erupted into cheers, everyone in the room standing and clapping.

you hadn’t even realized a tear had left your eye until the drip dangled off your chin, making you wipe it away as you grinned happily.

“thank you so very much for having me. i love you.”

and as the announcers retook the focus, you walked swiftly off the stage.

“you need to talk to her, dude.”

Chase whispered to Drew, everyone at the table staring at him. the man nodded, finally seeming to come back to reality, that you weren’t his girl anymore.

Drew excused himself from the table, knowing where the most likely place you would be at.

he knows that whenever you get overwhelmed you went outside and just listened. listened to the cars, the people, the earth.

so, when he saw you leaning against a wall underneath a large oak tree, he wasn’t surprised.

not knowing what to say, he just decided to lean next to you.

“hi.”

you said after a minute of silence, not bearing to look up at him.

“hi.”

he repeated, his chest heavy. he had so many thoughts and words he needed to say, but it seemed as if something was forcing him to stay quiet.

things had never been awkward between you two. even when you argued, you two always went to bed happy. he never wanted to upset you.

“you were amazing out there, y/n.”

he says, turning to face you. you gazed up at his face, twitching your nose as you fought back tears.

“thank you.”

your words were quiet, and he hated the way your lip trembled as you spoke. all he wanted to do was scoop you into his arms, kiss you all over, and tell you everything was alright. but he couldn’t.

“y/n, i’m sorry,” Drew said, taking you by surprise by his abruptness.

“i should have never doubted our relationship. i was a fucking idiot to ever believe we couldn’t make it. the truth is… i was scared. i was scared you would get tired of being with me, but in the end i lost you. i lost the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

as he ranted his apologies, all you did was stare up at him, retracing every single part of his gorgeous face.

“and i hope that one day you can find it in your heart to forgive me for giving up on us, when in reality the only thing i need in my life is you.”

“i love you, Drew. and these past few weeks have been hell for me. i want to marry you, to have kids with you, to grow old with you. but i need to know you’re hundred percent committed because i cannot go through another heartbreak like this with you again. i emotionally can’t handle it.”

“i swear to you, y/n. you’re the only girl for me, the only girl i’ll ever need in my life. there’s nothing i wouldn’t do for you, and i promise that. i promise myself to you. i love you so fucking much.”

you felt his large hands place themselves on your hips until your chests were pressed up against each other. your arms wrapped around his broad, muscular shoulders. he was wearing your favorite cologne, the one that always made your knees weak.

he leant his head down to capture your lips in his, missing your taste. and as the two of you kissed against the wall, the rest of the world drowned out, Drew knew that he would always keep his promise to you.

#simpforboys #he proposed a month later #drew starkey x reader #drew starkey #drew starkey x y/n #drew starkey x you #drew starkey x female reader #rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #outer banks #celebrities #grammys #rafe cameron x female reader #rafe cameron x you #rafe cameron x y/n #drew starkey fluff #drew starkey angst #drew starkey smut

[importantgalaxyrunaway]

The investigation- chapter 4 Colby x y/n 🧸

CONTENTS: more y/n Lore, tw⚠️ Scratches and blood, fluff, bit of angst, implied sex, cliffhanger

AUTHOURS NOTE: ITS NOT AS BAD AS IT SOUNDS OKAY I’m definitely overstating the angst part and please like and let me know how you feel I worked hard on this. Sorry it took a while to make. I think I might put it on wattpad but if I do I won’t stop posting it here I will post it one both. Ty for reading

Skip to later in the tour

we were in the kitchen and the medium was explaining about the satanic panic that happened for a while witch I found absolutely fascinating.

“They can also form themselves are other entities, like a youthful energy” Colby said

“yes they can desguise themselves” she answered

“and one of the popular theories is that sallie is not just a little girl” Sam added

-skip a bit bc the thing didn’t go off on Colby’s forhead bc he had the necklace-

As we went up the stairs and through the rooms. I felt a strange presence like someone was watching us. They weren’t hostile but they were curious “there’s a woman’s presence here” said the medium reading my mind. Colby put his hand in mine

“is it like..hostile or?” sam asked

“ she just observeing by us” the black pendulum said waving the equipment over the closet “and tall”

“she’s like, ‘whatcha guys looking at?’” We all chuckled at sams joke

-skip to the investigation

While the others set up and checked the equipment seth pulled you out into the hallway for a conversation

“so uh..you have fun last night?” He asked jokeinly

“Uhh what” I say

“your hickeys” he said pointing at you neck

“oh OH OH. Seth I’m so sorry I didn’t even realize” I replied turning bright red with blush

“Lemme guess it was Colby?” He laughed

“how did you know?” I smiled

“y/n” he looked at me sarcastically “ I’m not blind it’s obvious to literally everyone”

(Colby’s pov)

I go over to get y/n and Seth for the investigation and see them laughing together

was Seth flirting with her! That was the first thought that crossed My mind mind. but I needed to calm myself I was jumping to conclusions.

“Time for the investigation” I said a little firm

“okay” y/n said cheerily as she walked into the investigation room but Seth stayed back and whispered in my ear

“ next time you two have ‘fun’ don’t leave such obvious marks on her”

I blushed heavily as we all went back into the investigation room. It’s funny how both Sam and Seth told me to try and keep my hands off y/n. Sam said that I should at least wait till we get back to the hotel before making out together in a haunted house. But it sure was hard she is so beautiful.

(end of Colby’s pov)

When we all got back into the room i see Sam standing over a rem pod with sallie toys all around it almost immediately the rem pod started going off in a very strange and specific pattern. It looked like the ghost was walking around the pod in circles. Obviously everyone freaked out a little bit because the rem pod had never gone off this way before.

“ wait what was that?” Sam said in a whisper we all quickly went over to see it and set up the music box. At first the music box was calibrating but then it started to go off. “Woahh” everyone reacted. For some reason I got bad chills and I was the only person who got this.

Ghosts had always been targeting me in particular more than anyone else. They would seek me out and touch me. They would say my name in the Estes method and would prefer to speak with me more than anyone else. I suppose this is because of my gifts and my connection with the afterlife. From now on I decided that I would try and honor my grandma’s legacy and tap into my abilities.

for majority the investigation went on well but I got this weird feeling as we went on. Like someone or more likely SOMETHING was trying to take hold of me. before we were about to do the Estes method I got this horrible feeling. Like my back was suddenly hot. Really hot. It felt like a burning pain

“ahh” I cried out as I fumbled from the pain

“What’s wrong?” Colby asked catching me

“y/n are you okay” sam said concerned

“ it’s - burning like — hurts so ba- cut” I stutter crying a bit into Colby’s arms.

he looked down “ oh my god” he exclaimed as he took the camera to show a long bleeding scratch all the way down my back. At this point I was crying because of the pain.

Sam and Seth went out to have a discussion about weather they should end the investigation here. They decided to leave me and Colby alone together.

And I collapsed into Colby’s arms as he comforted me “shh it’s okay baby” I cried even harder I felt weak for crying but I was so scared “I love you” I managed out in a shakeup voice he pulled me even closer. The blood had soaked through my white shirt at this point. “I love you too” he said trying to be strong for me but seeing her cry really broke his heart

little did I know thing were about to get a whole lot worse.

#cliffhanger #sam and colby #colby brock fic #colby brock x reader #colby brock fanfic #sam golbach #colby x reader #ghost hunting #colby brock #colby brock imagine #colby brock fluff #colby brock blurb #finally I’ve finished this chapter

[pensat-i-fet]

Take Two: Part 1 (Rúben Dias)

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“So the movie is being filmed in London, right?”, asked Mariana.

“Mainly, but there are other locations in England where you’ll have to do some small scenes”.

“Ok, I hope it’s not too cold there”.

She could see her agent rolling her eyes at her. Anyone could tell she had been unbearable lately. Complaining about every little detail when she usually just worked and never mentioned anything in a negative way. But moving to England…it brought back too many memories. The main one was her ex, who was now living there. But she wouldn’t have to see him at all. She’ll go to London and all those little towns in the middle of nowhere and get this film done. After the success of her last two roles, everyone agreed it was time for her to go for a role that could get her nominated for some type of award. And this role was exactly that. 

“Ready to go?”, asked Amelia, her make-up artist and best friend. Life in Hollywood was lonely. One didn’t know who they could really trust, but Amelia had proven to be a good friend multiple times.

“Yeah”, she answered and entered the jet. 

The flight was going to be a long one, so they planned on spending it watching a couple of movies and trying to get some sleep to better adjust to the British timezone once they landed. 

                                                             **

When they made it to England, Mariana was tired and desperate for a relaxing bath. 

“Want to order some food and watch a movie?”, asked Amelia.

“Sorry Ames, I’m shattered”.

“Ok, grandma. Do you want me to get your schedule to your room when Felix gets here? So he doesn’t bother you?”

“Please!”

Back in her room, she quickly took her clothes off and got the bath ready. The selection of oils wasn’t that great for a 5-star hotel but it’d have to do. Just another annoying thing to add to her already growing list of complaints.

Her bath time was like meditation time for her. Almost sacred. She didn’t listen to any music or watch any movies. She just closed her eyes and took deep breaths, trying to empty her mind. And more often than not, she fell asleep.

“Babe?”, she heard Amelia say from the other side of the door. She always got a spare key to Mariana’s room.

“Coming!”

The water was starting to get cold and she felt a chill all over her body when she got out of the bath.

“What is it?”, she asked once she was back in the room.

“Your schedule”, said Amelia, with a weird look on her face.

“What’s that look for?”

“Just look at the schedule”.

And so she did.

  -Oct 10th-20th: filming in London. Parts 3 and 5 from the script.

  -Oct 22nd-26th: filming in Birmingham. Studio. Parts 1, 7 and 8.

  -Nov 1st- Dec 12th: filming in Manchester. Rest of the script.

“I thought I was filming in London!”, she yelled. “That motherfucker!”

“Babe, no. Wait! Mariana!”.

But Amelia’s plea fell on deaf ears because Mariana left her room, wearing only a bathrobe, and ready to confront Felix. How could he do that to her?

“Open the door right now!”, she screamed, almost punching the door instead of knocking.

“You got the schedule, then”, said Felix, as if nothing had happened.

“You lied to me! You lied to me multiple times! I said England was bad enough but Manchester?”

“It’s the best role you could get to finally get the award you crave so much. I’m doing what’s best for you”.

“You’re fired”, screamed Mariana.

“No, I’m not. You are going to bed now and you’ll realize that I’m doing what’s best for you. Then you’ll stop being a brat and you’ll thank me when you do your speech at the stupid Oscars”.

Her fury was getting worse and worse. How dare he talk to her like that?

“Felix, do you think you’re untouchable or something?”, she hissed.

“No, I just know I’m good at my job and that I’m doing what’s best for my client. No, actually, not only that. I’m doing what she, what you asked me to do. This is the role you wanted. The film has to be done in Manchester too and that’s that. I can’t tell them where to film when they’ve been preparing for this movie for months just because you don’t want to be there”.

“Yes, I don’t want to be there. I don’t want to be in the same country as him and I don’t want to be in the same city as him. The last time we were seen in the same place, people went mad. I can’t do that again!”

“I thought you were over him”.

“I am”, she said, firmly.

“Then act like it. People won’t even know where you are filming apart from London. I’ll deal with the paparazzi”.

“I still hate you”, she said, leaving and conceding this defeat. She knew he was right and that annoyed her most than anything else.

                                                        **

London was full of paparazzi trying to catch her and the rest of the cast filming scenes for the movie. Security had a hard time getting rid of them. But as Felix had predicted, by the time they moved to Birmingham, no one followed them. She even managed to go shopping around the city centre without bodyguards and not one person bothered her. That felt good. Almost like being back to the times before she became famous. It definitely lifted her spirit. She hadn’t been her cheerful self for a while and she could tell that the stories that would come out of this set would be about what a bitch she was.

She was just tired. And homesick. And lonely. So lonely. 

But Birmingham was great. She loved filming in beautiful locations but there was something about studios that she loved even more. And even though some of the hardest scenes had to be filmed on those sets, she enjoyed it. Comedy wasn’t her forte, she was a drama actress and she planned on proving that to everyone with this film.

“Here”, said Amelia when she sat down in Mariana’s bed.

“What is it?”, she asked, unwrapping a box. “Under eye patches?”, she laughed.

“That’s the best present I can give you. Crying so much for those scenes is making your eyes too puffy”.

“Aren't you the best make-up artist?”, teased Mariana. “Then you’ll be able to make me look good next week despite the puffy eyes”.

“I don’t know, babes. I can’t perform miracles”.

And they both fell on her bed laughing. It was so good to have someone she could be herself with. She had missed that feeling.

                                                           **

Somehow, October had already finished. The filming of the movie was going well but it was time for the biggest part of it. The part that was filmed in Manchester.

“It’ll be fine”, said Felix, holding Mariana’s hand while they were being driven to the hotel.

“So you keep saying”.

“I got it under control”, he reassured her.

Felix wasn’t only an agent and publicist, he was her other good friend. Someone who knew how to help her in every situation and not just because of money. He had proven that many times before as well. 

“What’s my schedule for the days before we go back to filming?”

“We have a photoshoot for Vogue. It took a lot to get it so you better make the best out of it. And then we have a gala. I managed to get Louis Vuitton to dress you for it. We’re doing the fitting tomorrow”.

“Sounds good”, she said, sighing and looking out of the window at the city she’ll be spending a lot of time in. His city.

                                                             **

"I don't like not having you as my make-up artist", complained Mariana on her way to the photoshoot.

"You know how these fashion people are. I'm not good enough for them".

"They don't know much then".

"Hey, you ok?", asked Amelia, noticing her friend looking out of the window with sad eyes.

"Just one of those moments when everything feels like too much, you know?”

"Well, I'm here to talk".

"I know", said Mariana, putting her head on her friend's shoulder and closing her eyes.

When they got to the studio, everyone started to move her around to get her ready. She felt three hands pulling at her hair while others tried to put clothes on her to see what looked best. It was unbearable. 

"So you're an actress?", asked one of the women doing her makeup.

"Yes".

"Would I know you from something?"

"I don't know. Did you watch the last Jake Matthew's movie?"

"Oh yeah, the one with the cute blonde on it, right?"

"That one, yeah", she sighed, knowing she meant her coprotagonist, Josh.

"He's so hot. Who were you in the movie?"

"The one that played his wife".

"Can't remember that".

And that was the story of her career. Being the pretty actress next to the actor who got all the fame and recognition. That's why she was tired of those movies and wanted to do something serious. Something real. Something that showed people she was good at her job. 

"Wait", said the stylist. "Didn't you date a footballer?"

From the corner of her eye, Mariana saw Amelia looking at her worryingly.

"No. You must be confusing me with someone else", she answered, wanting to avoid the conversation altogether.

"Yeah, the City guy. The hot Portuguese".

"Who?", asked another one of the make-up artists.

"I can't remember his name. My boyfriend loves him and I love looking at him”, she laughed making everyone else join her. “Are you sure you didn't date him?"

"Confident", said Mariana with a fake smile. It was a good thing she was really good at her job.

The shoot lasted three long hours and by the time she was done, she could overhear the photographer telling the stylist that maybe one of the photos could be used to which she responded that it was ok because “no one knew her in the UK anyways”. 

Mariana took her coat and left without even saying goodbye. She was so tired of all these fake people. And of having to be fake herself.

"You ok?", asked Felix when she got to the hotel's lobby.

"Sure".

"How was the shoot?"

"Alright".

"Do you know how to speak long sentences?", he asked her, annoyed at her attitude.

"I'm just tired. I'll take a bath and go to bed".

"No, you have the Louis Vuitton fitting".

"Now?"

"Don't whine".

"Felix, please", she begged, almost crying. She just needed to be alone for an hour or two.

He hugged her and let her use him as support like she had many times. 

"Just do this quickly", he whispered, "and then I'll get you your favourite food and leave you alone until tomorrow evening, ok?"

"Ok", she sighed and walked to her room, where the Louis Vuitton people were waiting for her. Time for more fake smiles. When had she gotten so good at faking?

                                                           **

Felix had kept his promise and allowed her to have a morning off. She spent some of her time going through the script. Practising her accent as her coach had taught her. Most people were surprised to find she wasn't American when they heard her talk in English letting her accent come through. 

Once she was done, she asked Amelia to go shopping and for lunch. She didn't really know the area but was sure she could find a cute little place to eat. She tended to avoid the big spaces…even if no one really knew her in the UK. She thought about that line again, rolling her eyes. Who knew them two anyway? 

"So because of the gorgeous neckline of the dress, I thought about putting your hair up. And then we'll do a smokey eye in the same shade as the dress. It'll compliment your eyes so well", said Amelia, excitedly. She loved her job just as much as Mariana loved hers, and she also loved playing with her face as if she was a doll. If it made her friend happy, she'd let her experiment as much as she wanted.

"I'm sure you'll make me look perfect but don't use all the time on me, you need to get ready too".

"Eeeeek!", screamed Amelia, making everyone look at them. "Sorry, I still can't believe you convinced them to let me have a dress too so I could attend the event with you".

"A bit stupid of me to take someone prettier than me as a plus one but oh well, I'll allow you to outshine me for one night", she laughed.

"Oh yeah, I'm sure all the big celebs will fall in love with me".

"You never know", said Mariana with a wink.

After a long shower, she started to get ready with the help of Amelia. For once, it was just the two of them, plus the occasional visit from Felix, and it just felt like two friends getting ready for a night out. Mariana didn’t stop smiling the whole time. 

"Ready?", asked Mariana when they were about to leave the limo to join the red carpet.

"No, but I can't hide now, can I?"

"No", she laughed, taking her friend's hand.

The red carpet was another place where she could just act and pretend. She kept her head high while she heard the photographers yelling all types of things at her. And once she reached the end of the carpet, she took a deep breath.

"That was amazing!!!!", said Amelia.

Mariana turned to see her beaming. At least someone enjoyed the experience.

The aim of the night was to show her clothes and to say hello to the important people. Or those who everyone thought were important people. 

"Can I steal her from you for a second?", asked Felix smoothly while taking her away from everyone else.

"What is it?"

"I need you to not freak out", he said, making her freak out.

"Why?"

"Rúben is here".

She could feel her chest contracting at the words. What was he doing here?

"How?"

"I don't know. I checked the list at least 20 times and his name wasn't there. It isn't there now. But he is here. Unless he's got a twin that showed up at the event and I find that a bit unlikely".

Mariana closed her eyes to try and control her reaction. She couldn't see him. They couldn't be seen together. Not again. 

"I need the toilet", she said.

"Don't run away without telling me, please".

"I won't", she promised. And continued her way to the bathrooms.

She kept looking at herself in the mirror trying to find there the strength to deal with this moment. Her face looked pale from the shock of the news and her eyes were watering. But she wouldn't let anyone notice how affected she was. She would just say goodbye to everyone and leave before Rúben could even realize she was there.

Determined, she made her way back to where she thought Felix would be.

"Ana?", she gulped after hearing that voice. His voice. And that nickname. No one called her that anymore. She made sure of it.

"Hi Rúben", she said back, turning to look at him. Seeing him up close after such a long time made her knees feel weak. He had changed a little, but not much. He still looked like her Rúben and that made her heart beat too fast. Hearts can be so stupid sometimes.

"I didn't expect you to be here".

"Yeah, same. I gotta go and talk to people. It was nice seeing you, though", she said and tried to get away from him as quickly as possible.

"Don't go", he said, holding her arm. The contact made her skin burn. "Can't we talk and maybe catch up? We haven't seen each other in so long".

"I don't want people seeing us together", she said and saw him flinch.

"Ok".

"I…I didn't mean it like that. I just, you remember the last time we were in the same restaurant and people thought we were back together. It was madness for our publicists. And we weren't even there the same day".

"Is that all you care about now? About publicists and what people think of you?", he said, with a sad look.

"Don't judge me like that. You play the same game. And I have to care. You don't get how hard this career is".

"Whatever you say, Mariana”, he said, making her own name sound like an insult. “I'll leave you so I don't taint your perfect image".

His words tickled her.

"Don't be a child", she said, following him and tripping on her long gown. Damn it!

"You ok?", asked Rúben, kneeling down to check on her.

"Yeah, just twisted my ankle. But I'll be fine".

"Here. Let me help".

She took his hand and let him pull her up and closer to him than she had been in a very long time. They both were thinking the same. It was clear in the way they looked at each other.

A camera flash woke them up from their daydreaming. 

"Fuck! Great!", said Mariana, separating herself from Rúben.

"Do you need help? To go back to your people?"

"No, thank you. I'm fine. You enjoy your night".

And she ran to where she thought Felix would be, but couldn't find him at first. Her panic kept rising but Amelia found her to save the day once again.

"You ok?"

"No. Can we go?"

"Of course. You've done the red carpet already and talked to reporters. Let's go find a car".

                                                            **

Once they were back in their comfortable pyjamas, Amelia made them some hot chocolate and they sat down on the bed to talk.

"I'm sorry I cut the night short, Ames. I know you wanted to experience this kind of event but seeing him…".

"Hey, I get it", she told her, holding her hand. "How are you feeling?"

"I don't know. We hadn't really seen each other since our break up and…I just, I…having him so close and talking to him, it felt so natural. But then we were already getting annoyed at each other. It confused me".

"He was your first love. It's understandable".

Rúben wasn't just her first love. He was her only love. 

"I just hope I don't see him again while I'm here. I don't need this".

"I'll get him banned from all of the places we go to", said Amelia, trying to make her friend laugh and achieving it.

"It should be fine. No more events. Just work and then we go back to LA".

"Yes", agreed Amelia. "Do you want me to stay with you tonight?"

"Please".

                                                         **

The next morning, Mariana woke up determined to not let her encounter with Rúben affect her. 

"Morning Fifi", she said to Felix, joining him at his table for breakfast.

"You are in a good mood", he said, like it was a bad thing.

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"Have you checked your social media?", he asked.

"No, why?"

She had actually avoided her phone last night. It wouldn't have been the first time she felt vulnerable and went to Rúben's Instagram to check what he was up to. Seeing him moving on with his life both helped her move on with her own and made her hurt. It depended on the day.

"See it for yourself", he said, giving her his iPad.

There he had collected all the articles about her and Rúben. The photo featured in all of them was of them holding hands and looking into each other's eyes. She couldn't deny they looked like a couple. 

The headlines and articles weren't much better. All of them wondered if her being in Manchester had anything to do with him, if they had decided to give their relationship a second chance. 

The hardest part was seeing all the old photos they posted. All of those photos from their happy times together. She had those photos saved and looked at them sometimes, remembering the good times. They actually tended to lift her spirit but they did the exact opposite this time.

What would be Rúben's reaction to all of this? Would he care? He seemed upset at her for being bothered by what people could think but would he just brush it off and move on? She wished she could ask him. But asked Felix instead.

"What do Rúben's people think of this?"

"I still haven't been able to talk to them", he told her, disappointing her. "Are you ok?"

"No", she said, laughing sadly. "But I will be. People will forget in a couple of weeks like they did the last time, right?"

"We can hope. Besides, you're back to filming soon and can concentrate on that".

"Yes", she said with a smile. "I'll do that".

                                                         **

For the next couple of days, Mariana concentrated on work. She and her co-lead had decided to do some rehearsals on their own. It was great to finally work with someone who took his job as seriously as she did. And that allowed her to forget about Rúben for a couple of hours every day. Until she had to go back to the hotel and ask Amelia to stay with her and take her phone. She was so tempted to contact Rúben. Felix told her his publicists kept ignoring his calls and emails and she didn't know what to think of that. Did he not care at all? Did he not care about her being hurt by this situation? She wondered about how he was dealing with it all the time.

"Hear me out", said Felix when he got to her trailer where she was going through her lines.

"Nothing good has ever come out of your mouth after saying that. Plus, we are in a public place and you know I can't make a scene. So rip the band-aid quickly so I can refuse your idea just as quickly and we move on".

"You need to fake date Rúben".

Out of all the things he had ever said, that was the craziest one yet.

"I'm sorry. Are you on drugs?"

"I've tried to keep you away from all of it, but everyone is going crazy over your photos together. Your name has never been mentioned in the press this much and his social media engagement has gone crazy. And his publicists need the good press. He's been single for too long and that leads to rumours they don't like. A serious boyfriend image gets contracts more easily. You know how it works".

"No, you're actually high. I'll get someone to get a cup you can pee in and test it".

"Mariana, come on. It wouldn't be your first rodeo".

And that hurt more than the suggestion of this publicity stunt with Rúben. Yes, she had done the same with her last two co-protagonists. Everyone in Hollywood did it. But this was different.

"It's not the same. I dated Rúben for two years and it was very real. I can't act when it comes to him. I'm not a sociopath", she said, fighting the tears.

"I know it would be hard for you. It wasn't my idea, you know?"

"Whose idea was it?"

"Rúben's PR people".

Why would they want that? Didn't people just assume football players slept around? Wouldn't they prefer for him to be single so a potential cheating scandal could be avoided? It made no sense.

"What would I get from that? He's the one who wins in this situation but what about me? He isn't even famous in America and that's my main market".

"All fair points", conceded Felix. "But you really wanted to get that role in the next movie by your favourite Portuguese director and this would help. You’ve been away for so long, people don’t even see you as Portuguese anymore but he represents the national team in soccer".

"Football", she corrected him but Felix ignored her.

"And I've already gotten requests from many magazines asking to feature you both if you are back together. Do you know how hard it was to get one photo of you in British Vogue? And now I have all these Portuguese magazines asking to have you on their covers".

If it was someone else, she would have said yes. She hadn't been interested in dating ever since her break up with Rúben anyways.

"Can I think about it?", she asked.

"Talk to him".

“I don’t…I can't”.

“Talk to him”.

But she wasn't sure that was going to help.

                                                          **

After much debating and getting Amelia's advice, Mariana decided to talk to Rúben. She needed to know if this was as crazy of an idea for him as it was for her. It had to be. He would have never accepted something like this before and she doubted he had changed that much in these two years.

Many meeting spots were out of the equation because of how public they were. And so was Rúben's apartment. Paparazzi had been there ready to get a photo of the two of them for days. So they met at one of his teammate's houses.

"So, what do you think?", she asked.

"I don't know. When I was first told about it, I wanted to tell them to fuck off but they made good points, I guess".

"That's why we hired them. They make crazy ideas sound slightly logical", she said with a small laugh.

"I guess. Um…so what do you think of all of it?"

"I mean, the decision is yours, Rúben. I have so much work between filming and castings. I don't have time to date anyways, so there's no risk of meeting someone. But if you did and this got in your way, I'd feel so bad and…".

"What do you mean not having time for dating?", he interrupted her. "You were dating those actors you worked with. So there is time for that".

When she looked up at him, she realized how quickly he understood what her look meant.

"It was also fake".

She nodded.

"So you haven't been with anyone else since we broke up?", he asked.

"No. I mean, I've been with men but…nothing serious. You?"

"Same".

And there was something about that admission that made both of them feel relieved. 

"So, are we doing this?", asked Rúben.

"If we do it’s with one condition. Non-negotiable".

"What?"

"We don't lie to our parents", she said. "I loved your parents and mine loved you. I can't lie to them about this. Give them…hope, you know?"

"We'll disappoint them instead, then?"

"Better than lying to them", she said, seriously. It really was her only condition. 

"Deal", he said, offering his hand for her to shake. And that's how they embarked on what could be their best idea…or the worst.

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Love At First Bite Part 2

October 18th: Vampire!Eddie

Kinktober 2022

Summary: Eddie has plans

Warnings: (Minors DNI 18+ only) blood, violence, smut, biting, somnophilia

A/N: I gotta be up for work in three hours lmaoooo kill me pls

3.4k Words

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You sit on your bed flicking through an old 80s magazine while humming a soft tune to kill time.

You’re not sure how much time has passed since you arrived in this nightmare town but you’re sure it’s been at least a few weeks.

Eddie has gone out to replenish the food stock with his friends. You’ve only met Steve, though briefly, as he only visited to check up on Eddie. He remained on the porch and under the glow of the dim lights you swore his brown eyes shined yellow for a moment, the image reminding you of the similar eyes you saw glowing in the darkness at the fork in the road.

Eddie was quick to send Steve away, his voice was a little forceful as he hid you behind him as much as he could while addressing the younger man.

A few days after arriving at the house — mini mansion? — the creatures got bored and left, every now and again you’ll see them moving through the streets and at the tree line but they’ve seem to lost interest in you.

Thankfully.

“What tune is that?” Eddie’s voice is soft as he stands in the entryway watching you.

Your eyes snap up to meet his and an automatic smile graces your lips at his presence.

“‘It’s Been a Long, Long Time’: Harry James,” you place the magazine on the beside table, “it was one of my Grandma’s favourites.”

“Old school,” he smirks as he walks towards the mattress and you let out a playful scoff.

“Did you get what you needed?” You asks as he slides up beside you at the head of the bed.

“Yep,” he pops the ‘p’, “did you keep yourself busy?”

You shrug, admittedly it’s been a little boring but it’s better then being outside with the creatures.

You lean into Eddie’s side and he automatically opens his arms and welcomes you into an embrace. You smile as the chill of his body washes over you, finally used to the extreme temperature difference between you.

Honestly, you never saw yourself cozying up with a vampire but then again you never seen yourself getting kidnapped and placed in a fucked up death arena.

Eddie starts to absentmindedly rub your arms and you slump more into his hold, you let out a small yawn as you feel yourself drifting off into unconsciousness.

Even when you fall asleep Eddie can’t find himself to let you go.

You’ve reignited a flame in him that he thought for sure had been permanently snuffed out decades ago, but for the first time in almost forty years he feels his heart beat.

He remembers back to a conversation he had once with his Uncle Wayne when he was a boy:

“How come you’re not married, Wayne?” Thirteen year old Eddie asked as he washed the dishes.

The deep chuckle of his uncle can be heard from behind him as he dried a plate and put it away.

“I almost was… once,” his voice is deep but there’s a sadness there.

Eddie, ever the curious boy, couldn’t help but ask, “what happened?”

“She… uh… she died,” Wayne grabbed a wet bowl and rolled his eyes at the shitty job his nephew is doing at washing the dishes as he scraped his nail against the stiff crumb.

“I’m sorry,” Eddie’s voice is soft, referring to the statement not the dish.

A heavy silence fills the room, the only sounds coming from the gentle splashes of the water.

“How long ago?” Eddie’s curiosity will probably get him killed one day.

“About ten years,” he leans back against the counter and waits for Eddie to finish cleaning the cutlery.

“You never dated anyone else?” He pulled the plug and watched as the water spiralled down the drain.

“Nah,” Wayne’s voice is gruff and a little distant, “she was the only one for me,” he paused, “… my soulmate.”

Eddie scrunched up his face and turned to his uncle, “you believe in soulmates?”

“F’course!” Wayne smiled at the small boy, “one perfect person for everyone.”

“How do you know you’ve met your soulmate?”

“You’ll feel complete,” Wayne chuckled at the scrunch in Eddie’s face, “two halves of the one soul coming together,” Wayne held up his two index fingers and mimed them moving towards each other before linking, “you’ll feel full.”

A beat of silence filled the kitchenette in the trailer as Eddie comprehends what Wayne was saying.

“Does everyone have a soulmate?” His voice is small, worried.

“Yes, I believe so,” Wayne pushed himself off the counter, “though I think not everyone meets their soulmate,” that makes Eddie deflate a little, “at least not in this life time.” Wayne exited the kitchen, leaving the rest of the dishes to air dry while Eddie remained and thought over the conversation.

He’s brought back to the present when you let out a small whimper in his arms, he moves you slightly until you’re both laying on the bed with you resting the majority of your body on top of his.

His vampire strength does come in handy every now and again.

In this new position, with your head on his chest, he can play with the soft tendrils of your hair.

On the first day after he fed you he showed you to the bathroom so you could shower off all the gunk and dried blood.

Time has no meaning to Eddie anymore, he gave up counting minutes, hours, days, weeks, shortly after becoming immortal, why bother counting when time is endless?

You let out another whimper and Eddie presses his hand firmly to your back and rubs soothing motions hoping it calms you down, he knows that you’re probably suffering some trauma from recent events.

He had made a promise that he will limit himself from invading your privacy and only do it when necessary or given explicit permission, but he admits it’s been kind of hard not to look into your mind.

Sometimes your thoughts are just there and he doesn’t need to invade your mind. You think very loudly. But he promised never to enter your private personal thoughts, thoughts that you have stashed away.

Your breathing comes out harsh against his neck and your body twitches against him, he fully believes it’s another nightmare, you’ve had a few, until you let out a breathy moan.

He snaps his head down to look at your face, confirming you’re still asleep as you start to move your hips.

His lips quirk up in a smile and he holds you closer as you unconsciously use him to get off.

There’s a small pang of guilt that washes over his mind but a loud voice in his head reasons that ~she’s been so stressed lately, surely she deserves a little something to take her mind of it?~

As always he lets his darker thoughts win as he helps manhandle you into a new position where you’re now fully laying on top of him and your clothed heat is directly above his rising member.

His hands have moved to your waist before sliding around and resting on your back, holding you close to his chest as you start to gyrate your hips against his.

He breathes hard through his nose as he bites back moans, not wanting to chance waking you up and ruining this.

Your head easily slots between his shoulder and neck and your breath leaves a hot moisture to his jawline as you pant against him. Your moans have started to get louder as your grinding becomes more harsh and he swears he can feel your heartbeat against his chest.

His cock is fully hard and leaking against his briefs and he lets out small grunts of his own every time your pussy makes contact with his tip.

He turns his head slightly and kisses your forehead as your body starts to convulse against his and even though he wasn’t anywhere close to cumming the cry of his name slipping past your lips in pure ecstasy has him following you over the edge into pure bliss.

Your body settles against his as your breathing evens out and you remain unconscious, he rubs his hands up your back and traces his fingers over the ridges of your spine as you continue to slumber on top of him.

When you come to hours later your underwear clings to your lower half uncomfortably and Eddie is no where to be seen.

You let out a relieved sigh, fully believing you got of Scott free as images from your dream flash in your mind — Eddie clinging to your frame as he drinks from your neck, cock buried to the hilt inside you.

You clench your thighs as a fresh wave of arousal dampens your panties more and you let out an undignified huff as you slip off the bed and move towards the dresser.

You rifle through the clothing before pulling out some fresh underwear and make your way to the bathroom to clean up, completely unaware of the vampire standing under the cover of darkness watching you as he presses his palm to his growing cock, the smell of your arousal mixed with your thoughts causing a carnal reaction within his body

He knows he promised not to read your thoughts but even a creature like him can only restrain himself so much.

As he hears the shower start he begins to hatch a scheme to make your fantasy a reality.

-x-

When you descend the stairs and enter the kitchen Eddie has already plated up some food for you and is lazily snacking on some of the fries.

You smell fresh but he can still detect desire clouding your body and mind.

He stands to grab you a drink from the fridge but slightly stumbles and falls against the counter, the action causes you to shoot up and come to his side immediately to see what’s wrong.

“Eddie?” Your voice is full of worry and thanks to his recent newfound humanity he actually feels a little bad.

But not enough.

“S’okay, princess,” he chuckles, brushing off your concern as he stands, “just a little woozy.”

His explanation does nothing to sooth your racing thoughts as you continue to fuss over him.

“Why are you woozy?” You press the back of your hand to his forehead to check his temperature before you cringe at your stupidity, he wouldn’t have a temperature, dumbass.

Eddie holds back a smirk at your inner monologue before answering your question, adding a little quiver to his voice to really sell the act, “get l-like this when I haven’t fed in a while,” he tops it off with a weak smile.

“O-oh,” your eyes widen and you step back, not out of fear but out of something else, “uh, what can I do?”

“Don’t worry about it,” he assures before standing up straight, he takes in a sharp breath and closes his eye tight feigning pain that makes you grab at him more.

“Eddie! Please, I want to help,” your tone is desperate, “drink from me!” You say suddenly, fully convinced that it was your own idea, and this time he’s unable to hold off his smile.

“I don’t want to pressure you, baby,” he frowns and keeps his voice soft, inwardly smiling at his Oscar-winning performance.

“You’re not,” you tell him in earnest, “I… I want you to.”

There’s a beat of silence before he nods and takes your hands in his.

“You sure?” He confirms, “because once I start I might not be able to stop.”

“You’re, uh, you’re not gonna ki-kill me are you?” You nervously chuckle.

“F’course not,” he reassures, “I’ll only take what I need.”

With that promise you’re nodding your permission and he pulls you behind him up to your bedroom, wanting you to be as comfortable as possible the first time he drinks from you.

Your mind doesn’t seem to notice his renowned vigour as he all but picks you up and throws you back on the bed.

“Do you want to take full advantage of this, pet?” Eddie asks as he crawls on top of you.

“What do you mean?” Your voice is quiet.

“Vampire venom has… certain properties that can heighten one’s pleasures,” he explains, “if we were to be doing something else while I feed it would make things much better for you.”

You swallow down the saliva that fills your mouth and Eddie smirks as he watches your throat bob.

“O-okay,” you timidly agree, nerves slowly fading away as lust takes over.

“Okay,” Eddie reaffirms before leaning down and slotting his mouth against yours, you groan out at the conflicting temperatures of your lips.

He lightly starts to grind down against you and you match his pace as you buck up into him, whining when the hard metal of his zipper runs over your clothed clit.

He pulls the shirt from your body with ease before tossing it to the side, he stares down at your bare chest and leans down before taking a nipple between his teeth and sucking harshly.

You whimper at the rough treatment to your nipple as you tangle your fingers in his unruly locks and tug gently, the moan that escapes him at your actions vibrate through your stiff peak adding extra stimulation to the sensitive nub.

He pulls away and moves to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment while continuing to grind his hips down against your quickly dampening panties.

He pulls back with a ‘pop’ and presses a quick kiss to your lips before sitting back and shucking off his own clothes, you let out a gasp as his cock, thick and veiny, slaps against his abdomen before he’s taking his place back over you.

“Where do you want me to feed from?” His voice coming out in hard pants, “neck, tits or thighs?”

“U-uh thighs?” Your answer comes out unsure and he gives you a look before you firmly repeat, “thighs.”

He grinds his cock down against your panties and smears his precum over the already wet fabric before sliding down your torso, leaving trails of kisses until he slots comfortably between your legs.

He bunches the last bit of material in his hands before tearing it from your body, you let out a small gasp at the sound, cheeks instantly growing warm when you feel his cool breath over your exposed hole.

He lets out a pleased groan before leaning in and instantly devouring your pussy, his tongue swiping through your folds to drink down every last bit of your desire before the muscle prods at your entrance.

You’re a mess of whines and whimpers as Eddie eats you like a man starved, and in some ways he is, your body writhes on the bed as he lunges forward and pushes his tongue deep into your fluttering hole.

You cry out as the tip of his nose makes contact with your clit and he starts flexing the muscle inside you before swirling it around and massaging your inner walls.

Your grip in his hair has only tightened and the moans he releases into your pussy vibrate all the way to your core.

You pull his face closer between your legs and start gyrating your hips against his mouth, he goes lax in your hold and allows you to grind against his face and use it to get yourself off.

“~~That’s right, baby, use me.~~” his voice in your head throws you off rhythm for a second but the flexing of his tongue gets you back on track.

He presses his own hips firmly against the mattress, moaning as the material from the comforter scratches against the underside of his cock.

You’re in a blissful haze as you speed up your movements, mind blank as all that runs through your head is the desperate need to cum.

“~~Cum for me, princess,~~” you bite your lip and his gruff voice and let out a desperate whimper.

“Eddie!” You cry out as you hold his head firmly against your pussy, for anyone other person it would effectively cut off their air supply but not for Eddie.

“~~Good girl,~~” his deep voice praises as he continues to flick his tongue inside your walls to help you come down, happily drinking your cum as it spills into his open mouth.

When you slump back against the mattress, hair sticking to your forehead and breath coming out in harsh pants, Eddie pulls away from you completely as a whine slips from your lips at the emptiness.

“Ready, baby?” Eddie asks out loud and your eyes flicker to his face, you bite your lip, your insides clenching, at the mess you’ve made around his mouth.

“Yes,” you nod enthusiastically, “please, Eddie,” please bite me.

He licks obscenely around his mouth, gathering some remaining slick on his tongue before he leans forward between your legs, he places a few soft kisses along the smooth area as he playfully nibbles your skin, you let out a startled giggle at the ticklish sensation and you feel his smile against your thigh.

He traces patterns with his nose before placing one last gentle kiss to the spot he’s chosen, he opens his mouth and you can feel your heart thudding against your chest plate as his fangs graze your thigh and before you have time to react any further he closes his mouth and sinks his teeth into your flesh, the sharp canines instantly piercing through the skin.

You let out a pained yelp at the intense sting in your thigh and you shut your eyes tight as your whole upper leg feels like it’s on fire. Whimpers fall from your lips as you grip the comforter in a tight grasp willing the pain to lessen.

You can hear Eddie’s soothing tone inside your head but for the life of you you can’t make out what’s being said but you take a deep breath and allow his voice to wash over you.

Seconds later the pain in your leg vanishes entirely and the venom does a complete 180, the burning now turning into a pleasurable excitement as it spreads towards your core.

“Ed-Eddie!” You choke out as your pussy clenches around nothing.

You feel his tongue licking along your skin and your stomach clenches at the strange sensation as he hollows his mouth and sucks a little harder at your tendon, he releases a deep groan as he swallows down your blood.

You let out a desperate whine at the sounds of him slurping and gulping down your blood, but instead of repulsing you it’s having the opposite effect. You can no longer hold back the urge to relieve yourself, moving your hand to your throbbing clit and adding pressure before rubbing over the nub.

Whimpers and moans fall from your lips unrestrained as Eddie drinks from you, he brings his naked cock down hard against the bed and start to grind against the mattress unashamed.

You hear Eddie calling out your name through the bond you share, his eyes rolling back into his head at the incredibly sweet taste of your blood. You plunge two fingers into your soaking pussy and begin to fuck yourself in a quick pace, with every movement of your hand it brings your palm down on your clit and you start to gyrate your hips upwards.

The scent from your juices that stain his face and your thigh mixed with the taste of the metallic substance in his mouth makes him cry out as the pleasure overwhelms his senses, he rests his cheek against your thigh but continues to kiss and suck the droplets of blood that dribble out of the two small holes, his hips fucking the bed a mile a minute to reach completion, the movement of the bed frame adds to your desire as you speed up your own actions.

The smell of sex and blood fills the air and you suck in greedy breaths trying to fill your lungs with the essence, you’re just a few flicks away from cumming a second time when you hear Eddie release a moan followed by several breathy whimpers, you squeeze your inner walls around your fingers and grind your palm against your clit as a white light clouds your vision.

When you come to you can barely keep your eyes open, you’re light headed and a little dizzy but Eddie is beside you now, placing soft kisses on your cheeks while mumbling something.

When the fog starts to clear so does his words.

~Mine~

-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-

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[proxylynn]

See Thru (Need a Friend?): A call to Love.

[TW: NSFW, SEXUAL CONTENT, SLIGHT DEGRADATION]

(Just a silly FriendxLynn fic and my submission for the STNAF @stnaf-vn fanfic contest)

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Days off are the best.

No work or school.

Just all the time to myself and I can use it however the heck I want.

Sleep till 2 pm?

Yeah!

Eat a lunch of a ton of pizza bites?

Hell yeah!

Numb my frazzled mind in endless YouTube videos in bed while gaming?

Why not?!

I've been needing to get the rest of some achievements for a few of my games. Some I could care less about. But when I have 90% done in a game, I can't help being compelled to finish...even if it does take forever sometimes.

The curse of gaming. The endless grind.

This would be more enjoyable if Friend was here.

While he is self-employed and damn good at his job of making stuffed animals/plushies, he is but one man. There's only so much one dude can do when big custom orders come in.

At least we've been keeping in touch. We made this habit a long time ago that we’d call each other to make sure the other was okay if we hadn't heard from one another in a set number of hours. For Friend, he tends to call at some point every day right when I need a positive boost or have forgotten to eat, or need to be told to go to bed. How he knows when I need the reminders I have no clue. The dude just jokes that he just “has a feeling because he knows me so well”.

Depression is a hell of bitch, not that Keagan was any help making that better when he was in my life. Punk ass fuck bastard! What the hell did I ever see in that asshat?! If I ever see him again I will so...!

No...That's the past...He's not here...Good vibes only...Just chill...Call Friend.

Depending on things, I usually call Friend every other day unless he hasn't called like he normally does. It takes a lot for him not to call, like being sick or overloaded by work. So I hope I won't be bothering him by doing this.

I save before shutting the game down and pause the playlist for later, totally gonna keep watching those ripped Unus Annus videos while they are still up till forced removed. God, it's hard to believe it's gonna be two years since then already. Where did the time go?

I leave my living room to venture forth to the bedroom, leaping onto the bed and grabbing my phone from the disheveled mess that is where I sleep. The damn thing slipped between the mattress and frame again. This is what happens when I use it as a backup alarm to wake up to.

With my device rescued from the clutches of its sleepy jail, I get cozy while flipping to my contacts and tapping on the one called #1DorkSupreme. As I wait, listening to the tone of buttons dialing his number, I stare at the shelf on the other end of my room loaded with plushies made by Friend. He makes such cute and cuddly things. He even was able to fix up my old tiger Cuddles that my grandma gave me. Poor thing lost his voice box and some fur with age, yet now he's good as new. Though...something about it feels off now. Can't explain why. All the plushies give off a weird vibe if I'm honest.

The sound of a ring is new to my ears. He usually picks up instantly. Two rings are strangely concerning in a weird way. But thankfully it picks up at the third ring. Things sound a little odd like stuff is being jostled and he trying to catch his breath.

“H-Hey there...Sweetheart. *cough cough* To what do I owe the pleasure of your call~?”

Why do I have the feeling I just interrupted something?

“Hey there buddy chum pal friend buddy pal chum bud friend fella bruther amigo pal buddy friend chummy chum chum pal.”

He laughs, that adorable laugh of his is a good sign. Good thing I didn't open with “I'm calling about your car's extended warranty”.

“You doing okay, Friend? I'm not calling at a bad time, am I?”

“No! *cough* N-No. You're fine. Everything's fine.”

“You sure? Seems like ya got yourself a cough there.”

He clears his throat a little.

“Just a bit of dry throat. Nothing a little drink won't fix.”

“Dude. You gotta stay hydrated. I don't want my best bud getting sick.”

He coos a little bit.

“I love it when you're concerned about me. Such a sweetheart.”

“Of course, I'm concerned about you! Who else is gonna make sure you're okay? Who else will I give hugs to? Who else will...”

A low groan on his end shuts me up quick.

Now there's an awkward silence.

Maybe...Maybe that was from something else. Maybe he popped his back just right and it felt good. Surely my messed up mind is jumping the gun thinking he's doing that while on a call with me. Surely.

“L-Lynn? You still there?”

I shake my head clear of such thoughts and resume normalcy.

“Yeah, I'm here. I think there was some interference or something.”

He sighs and gives a small laugh.

“If you want, I can get you a better phone.”

“Nah. I can't impose on you like that.”

“It's not imposing if it's a gift.”

“It's not a gift if you're telling me about it.”

“It is if it's a surprise and you never know when I'll give it to you.”

“Heh...That's what she said.”

I can't help my bad sense of humor sometimes. I blame Friend, he's just as bad as I am and we joke off each other whenever we can. Case in point, he snorts a laugh at that.

“Ah...Beautiful. Have I ever told you how much I love it when you do that?”

“My good sir, you inform me of something you love about me almost every day.”

“And you love it~.”

I can't help the small smirk and blush that gives me.

“Know what I really love? You.”

That gets him to squeeze his phone hard. I know this by the cracking noise such a grip makes.

“...What did you say?”

I sit up and give a little stretch.

“You heard me.”

“Y-You...You l-love me?”

“Love might be too strong. But I do really like you.”

I feel I might have overstepped a line. We've always maintained this teetering balancing act keeping our friendship as just that. Yet there's been times when the line blurs. The intimate touches here and there, the spooning during sleepovers, the lap cuddles...the wet dreams. I've been scared to consider seeing him as anything more than my childhood buddy. But it's gotten hard to keep it that way for me.

“Please...”

He sounds desperate.

“Please tell me you mean it and you're not just teasing me. I...I need you to be honest.”

Okay...I guess there's no going back now.

“Friend...You know me better than anyone on the planet. Would I ever joke like that?”

He shudders.

“Then...There's something I need to tell you...”

He sucks in a deep breath as if to calm himself down.

“I...I really like you too. No...No, I love you. I've loved you for a really long time.”

I'm so grateful this is on the phone because I don't think I could face him with how red my cheeks are.

“So...We...Are we really doing this? Being more than friends, I mean.”

“I mean...As long as you're not uncomfy or anything. The last thing I want is to make you uncomfortable.”

I pull my legs up to my chest and hold myself, grounding what little never I have.

“Yeah. Yeah, I'm okay with it.”

“You sure?”

“Positive. I think...I think I'm just coming to terms with feelings I've always had and was just afraid to embrace. You're a constant in my life. I can rely on you. So I guess, in my mind, the idea of changing that was a little frightening. But...”

“But?”

I sigh.

“But I can't deny the things I've felt.”

He whimpers a little.

“Can I ask...What kind of things?”

My face is burning.

“Bruh! We just came out about liking each other. You can't seriously be asking me to say such things!”

He chuckles deviously.

“Oh? Such an embarrassed voice. Me thinks the lady has been rather naughty~.”

I want to toss my phone.

“Oh no. Don't you try that with me! If any of us has been naughty, it's so you.”

“Me?!”

“Yes, you.”

He gasps in mock insult.

“Such slander!”

“Boy! Do I need to bring up what happened two weeks ago?”

“...What?”

“You know exactly what I'm talking about. You were sleeping over and thought I was sleeping. But I wasn't.”

I can hear the gulp this man does from being busted.

“So you were...?”

“My guy, that was ballsy. Jerking it when I'm right behind you.”

“In my defense...I blame you.”

“Me?!”

“I can't help getting turned on when you're practically grinding into me!”

Oh no he didn't!

“Sir, I'll have you know, such mud tarnishing my name better be backed up or so help you...”

“You know how you talk sometimes in your sleep?”

...Uh oh.

“Do you know how hard it is being so close to you and then hearing you moan my name? God, you drive me insane sometimes!”

Well...This got awkward as fuck real fast.

“This went from 0 to 100 real quick.”

“Yeah. Might have gotten too caught up in the moment. Do...Do you want to hang up?”

“...No. Hanging up won't undo anything.”

“You know we can slow things down if that makes you feel better. We don't have to dive into the deep end so soon.”

“I know. Probably doesn't help that we share really easily. But I like that we can. That we don't hide things. No matter what it is, we know the other will hear it out and not jump the gun or anything.”

Things get quiet on his end.

“Friend?”

“Promise you won't freak out about it.”

Oh boy. Where is this gonna go?

“I pinkie promise.”

“Okay...”

“Come on, man. You know it takes a lot to get under my skin. Don't worry.”

His breathing is a tad shaky and he mutters something under his breath,

“The order has been such a pain. I needed to clear my head and get out some frustration. And nothing does it for me except thinking of you...”

My eyes widen.

“So you were...”

“I...I still am.”

Oh...Oh my wow...

“L-Lynn?”

“I fuckin' called it!”

He yelps a little at my sudden loudness.

“You've been off this entire call and part of me was like...There's no way he's jerking off while we're talking...But I so knew it!”

“...Are you mad? I can't really tell.”

That makes me pause.

“I...I don't think I am.”

“Really?”

“I can't think of a reason why I would honestly. I mean...You like me. Why wouldn't you do it to thoughts of me? It just makes reasonable sense.”

He goes quiet for a small pause before his breathing shudders.

“Fuuuuck...I knew you were understanding, but I didn't think you were THIS level.”

“Bruh, what did you expect? Me to judge ya about jerking it? We're adults! Masturbation is normal.”

“Have you done it?”

“Done what?”

“You know...Have you touched yourself to thoughts of me?”

And now...Now it feels weird.

“What's wrong? We're adults. Masturbation is normal.”

His sassy tone is not amusing to me ad neither is the snickering.

Fine. You want to be that way. Boy doesn't know how petty I can be.

“Come on. I was just joking around. Don't tell me you're ma-”

I moan into the phone. Like, the kind of exaggerated moan you'd hear in porn. I do this...then hang up.

The time it takes for him to call back is instantaneous.

“Hello~.”

“What the hell was that?!”

“Keep your shit up and that's the only time you'll hear that from me.”

There’s a loud clattering and crash...Did he just fall?

“Dude? You okay?”

He groans.

“Y-You're not just saying that to mess with me, right?”

“I know not what you mean, sir Friend.”

“Lynsie...”

Oh, snap. Dropping the nickname...He must be serious.

“Please don't toy with me like this. Not now. N̢̧Ơ̷̧T̴ ̢̕҉WI͞T҉̸H S̕͝O̷͡M̀E̵T͝H͠I͜͠͡ǸG̶ I͏ ̴̧W̶̸A̢͟N̴̛T ̸̷̀S͜͞O͘͡ ̛̛B͡͏A͜͠D͡ĹÝ͜.”

Fucking phone glitches and I can't understand him for a moment.

Why does that happen so often when talking to him?

“My bad. Probably shouldn't tease ya like that. Not after our confessions and you're...you know.”

I can hear him move around and what sounds like him making himself comfortable.

“Well, this is new. I don't think I've known you to get shy around me.”

“To be fair, we don't usually talk about this kind of thing.”

“What about all the sex jokes?”

“Those are jokes. They don't mean anything. Besides...”

I curl in on myself a bit more.

“It's not like we...I'm still a...”

My throat tightens trying to muster the words out.

“You're still a virgin?”

Thank you for saying it! Lord knows I wouldn't have been able to.

“Y-Yeah.”

“Then you and Keagan didn't...?”

I sigh...A quick flash of past bad memories play in my head.

Honestly...Why was I ever with Keagan?!

“No. Not that he didn't try. He would put so much pressure on me and I'd always turn him down. He never really understood what it meant to be Ace. 'How can you be Ace? I know you get horny. Just let me show you, I can make you feel good'. That kind of crap.”

I can hear Friend's teeth gnashing. He's never liked Keagan and it's not like he doesn't have a good reason to hate him. Keagan was the reason our friendship broke for a time.

That man had convinced me that Friend, the guy I had grown up with since elementary school, was bad for me. He isolated me from anyone that wasn't him, especially Friend. I had always been there for Friend when no one else was. I stood by him at that empty funeral for his family and cried with him. I gave him a home when his was broken. We were thicker than blood. And Keagen made me abandon that. I even went as far as having Friend's number blocked so he'd stop texting me. Every time he tried to come up to me at school, I'd pointedly ignored him. And it hurt him. I knew it hurt him. I knew it did because it hurt me too.

My biggest regret was ever listening to a single word out of Keagan's mouth.

I vowed that night when Keagan's drunk ass ditched me in the middle of the night in god knows where and Friend, after all I did, was still willing to be my hero in my lowest moment...I swore never to leave him.

Never again.

“Long story short, yeah, I still have my V-card.”

“Thank god.”

“What about you?”

“Got mine too.”

“...Really?”

“I mean...I had a couple 'empty' make-out sessions. They didn't mean anything to me though, and I felt gross afterward. Besides, if I'm going to have my first time with anyone, it's you.”

My face burns in a blush, in fact, a wave of warmth spreads throughout me entirely from hearing that.

The way he said those words...Such conviction, sincerity, and care...It hits my heart.

“You...You would want me?”

“Of course, I would! I've been wanting you! If you tell me now, I'll come over and prove it to you...”

My heart is speeding up.

“I don't think...”

“No, listen to me. I love you! I need you to understand that.”

He's getting worked up. Oh boy...

“Friend...”

“You need to forget everything that fucker ever told you! You are amazing. You've always been amazing. And you deserve to feel wanted by someone that doesn't just want to fuck you!”

“Friend, please calm down.”

“You are worth so much more to me. We have a deeper connection than most will ever have in this crazy world. The thought of you being with anyone else or out of my life completely hurts more than anything! I'd rather die in the most brutal way possible than live a life without you in it. You need me, and I need you! I've always known what's best for y-”

I moan again into the phone to shut him up before he loses his shit. It works. Thank god! Had he not stopped it would just get more intense from there. This isn't the first time he's gotten like this.

“Yo...You good?”

He takes a few breaths.

“Y-Yeah...Yeah, I'm okay.”

“Good. You were getting heated there.”

“I meant it though.”

“I know you did. And...Thank you. It's...It's nice to know you feel that strongly.”

“That is but a small sample of my passion. I can and will do anything for you. A͏̵́͘͠N̴Y̢͝͠T͢͝Ḩ̴I̶̧̕͡͡N̴̡G̡̛.̀͘”

“As nice as that sounds, please don't put me up on such a tall pedestal. You know I'm afraid of heights.”

He laughs, it's good to hear it, it's a comforting sound. I relax and flop against my pillows once more.

Now to get this fucked up phone call back on its fucked up track.

“Anyway...Are you still whacking it?”

He has to catch his breath after gasping too sharply.

“Lynn, sweetheart...Y-You can't keep teasing me like this.”

“So that's a yes, got it.”

“Lynsie!”

“What? Are we not doing this?”

“Doing what?!”

“Getting together.”

There's that phone being gripped too hard crunching again.

“Are you saying I can be your...B-Boyfriend?!”

The excitement in his voice reminds me of a bomb fuse fizzling hastily to detonate the explosion.

“Do you want to be my boyfriend?”

“More than anything!”

“Then as my first act as your girlfriend...”

The overjoyed squeal he makes upon hearing that is so fucking cute!

“My first act is...to help you finish.”

A loud clattering happens...gonna think he dropped the phone again.

“Friend? Hello? My dude?”

The glitching of my phone goes nuts. I can barely hear anything. I hope he isn't saying something because I would have no clue what it would be.

I'm about to hang up and try recalling to see if that fixes anything when sound returns...he's panting.

“Friend?”

“Please...”

He sounds a tad feral like he's on a thin leash that's one last tug from snapping and letting a beast free.

“Please tell me I'm not dreaming. If this is a dream, it's the cruelest one I've ever had.”

“Well, that just lets me know you dream about me enough to need to ask that. Such knowledge is now forever burned into my memory.”

A shaky sigh of relief leaves him.

“It's real...This is all real...Fuck, you have no idea how long I've wanted something like this to happen.”

I snicker.

“You've been wanting me to call you up and have what is basically phone sex with you?”

“N-No! Yeah? Maybe...I don't know!”

Ah, the flustered Friend. A treat to behold and a fun wonder to hear.

“Daww. Have I ever told you how cute you are when like this?”

Lord, I wish I could see his face right now. Knowing him he's likely beet red and losing his shit.

“Too much? I'm sorry if I'm making you uncomfortable, my dude.”

“Sweetheart...”

My eyes widen and my spine tingles. The way he said what is normally a cute pet name, laced in heat to the point I swear I can feel his breath through the phone, is both surprising and shockingly alluring.

“You love teasing me like this, don't you? Naughty little thing~.”

Oh...Oh god, what have I unleashed?

“You're such a dirty, naughty little tease, aren't you~?”

I only have myself to blame here. Oh well, I said I'd help him and I might as well go along with what will do it for him. I can always stop when it's too much. I take a quiet breath and dip my voice low.

“Oh, dearest Friend...I have yet begone to tease you~.”

He shudders and I learn something new...That's hot.

“Yeah? Mmmmmm...Then go on, love...Don't hold back for me~.”

I shut my eyes and think. Okay...I might have something to work with.

“Imagine...I'm there with you. My arms draped around your neck in a sweet embrace as my hands rest on your chest, my fingers rubbing your skin daintily.”

He coos. At least this tells me that I'm going about this right.

“Not bad. But I did say not to hold back. I thought you were going to help me finish not hug me~.”

Or he's gonna erk me about being soft.

“I can't go all in out the gate without some buildup, my guy. I'm not some dime-store porno with a cheesy plot like I can't pay the pizza boy. You want me to help you? Then you keep that smack to yourself and enjoy a full-on experience as I paint you a mental picture of how I would please you!”

Okay brain, you could've run that by the thought filter before letting me blurt that shit out like a moron!

“Fuck...sweetheart...”

He shudders a bit heatedly.

“You don't know what you do to me~.”

Roll with it! Talk him through it!

“Do you like that? Do you like knowing I want to please you~?”

“Oooh yeah. I want to please you too~.”

He groans into a series of whimpers.

“K-Keep going, sweetheart...”

“I want to smother you in kisses and touch you all over. I want to run my fingers through your hair and straddle your lap. I want you to know, nay...I want you to feel how much I want you~.”

“Oohhhh fuuucck!”

That moan...So loud and deep...Warmth comes flooding back into my system.

“Please, sweetheart, please, touch me...I need you...I need you to touch me!”

A shivering shudder escapes me and I bite my lip too little too late...he heard it.

“Oh? What was that~?”

I don't think I've ever blushed harder in my life.

“Heheheh...So you're into this kind of thing? Is little Lynn a naughty dirty talking perv~?”

His teasing breaks my filter again.

“You're hot when you moan.”

Things get quiet for a whole minute.

“Lynn...”

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Friend.”

“Gah~!”

Wait...WAIT...Did he just...?

He pants, his breathing is shaky yet still heated.

“O-Okay...My...M-My turn now.”

...What?

“What does that mean?”

He settles himself down a bit.

“To paraphrase you...My first act as your boyfriend will be to help you get off.”

Oh, sweet lord!

“But I'm not...”

“Hush, love. Í͡͠ C͡A̶͜͢N ̵S̨͜͞E̕E̡̧ ̴͜Ţ̧́H̨A̶͞T̡͢.̢ I just know I'm not the only one that's a little touch-starved.”

I mean...He's not wrong. Yet...

“I don't know how. I don't do stuff often.”

“...You're really making it hard for me to not come over and love on you, you know that?”

“Sorry.”

“N-No no no, no need to be sorry.”

He shudders.

“Fffuck, sweetheart, how is it you can get me so hard this easily?”

“You're hard again?! I thought you just came?”

He whines a little.

“I did...Ooooh...Yes, I did...I know I’m desperate and dirty but, fuck, you get me all worked up like a needy bitch in heat!”

Why is this hot? Seriously, brain, why are you telling me this is hot?!

I'm not sure how to respond but he seems to take my pause as a signal to keep talking,

“I want you. I want to worship you. I want to touch you and hear all the cute little sounds I can pull from that sweet mouth of yours before I silence it with my kiss...”

Fuck, that sounds good.

“Every inch of you will be mapped by my touch. I want to learn what makes you quiver with need and what drives you mad with want. What makes you burn and sends your heart thundering like a storm...”

You're doing a hell of a job right now, my guy.

“What would you do to me?”

The question slips out due to curiosity and growing lewdness. But he reacts without hesitation.

“What wouldn't I do to you~?”

Too much.

“I m-mean...As long as you're okay with whatever, you know?”

Nice save.

“But what would you want to do? No judgment.”

“...Promise?”

“Pinkie promise.”

“I...I do have a fantasy.”

“Share please!”

He whimpers, liking my interest in this.

“There's this position I often dream of you in...”

“Oh?”

“You're flat against the bed...”

“Yeah?”

“Face down...”

“Yeah.”

“Ass up...”

“Yeah...”

“I'm pinning your arms behind your back...”

“Yes.”

“I lean down so I can bite that sweet delicious neck of yours...”

“Yes~.”

“And I thrust into you like a wild animal till I make you scream~!”

“Yes~!”

I think something in me broke because nothing has made fire course through my veins like what he did.

“Sweetheart...”

I can't make myself speak, I just whimper in response.

“Touch yourself for me.”

I flinch.

“W-What?”

“Touch yourself for me. Keep going till I get there.”

“Wait, what?!”

The line cuts out and realization kicks in.

Friend lives a good ten-minute walk away and he has a key to my apartment.

Oh, holy fucking ass crackers this is happening?!

I begin to panic and try to keep calm...I do this for too long.

I'm completely unaware of the sound of jangling at my lock and the door swinging open. The soft click of my living room door closing finally snaps me out of it and the soft pitter-patter of footsteps grows louder as it draws closer to my room. It's seconds before he comes into view. Friend stands panting at the doorway, his face flushed from running so hard and he has a slight wheeze as he catches sharp breaths.

“H-H-Hey.”

I sound so meek.

He approaches, staring at me like he's going to eat me alive. He quickly draws near and my tensed nerves try to make me back away.

The next thing I know, he grabbed my ankle and dragged me close enough for him to pin me beneath him, his hands on either side of my head as he hovers above.

Part of me is terrified, yet another part has no fear. The conflicted feelings have me paralyzed.

He suddenly drops and I gasp from fright, he cages me in his arms as he holds me tight.

“I'm sorry...”

I am confused.

“For what?”

“Scaring you. I never want you to be afraid of me.”

I sigh and return the embrace, hoping to reassure him all is fine.

“I could never be scared of you. But maybe don't storm up in here like you're going to kill me next time.”

He chuckles in my ear.

“Yeah...You're right.”

To further make this awkward moment more normal, I scoot out from under him and poke his nose.

“Boop.”

He blinks a few times before smiling.

“You booped my snoot?”

“Your snoot was booped by me, yes.”

His eyes turn into pink hearts and glow, an expression I've always been jealous of that he can make. All mine do is randomly change color to match a mood.

He brings a hand up and cups my cheek.

“So soft...”

His thumb rubs tiny circles that make me purr.

“So lovely...”

His thumb trails down and traces my lips.

“S̸̛O͜ ̶́M̡͜͡I͢͏NE͢͡͏.͢͟”

Weird...He growled that last part so roughly I didn't understand.

He starts inching his way closer, closing the distance till our noses slightly touch.

“You can always tell me to stop. I don't want to make you uncomfortable.”

Even now, with something he wants so close and in his literal hands, he is so careful. As if I shall disintegrate if he moves ever so slightly too fast. I merely smile and hold his hand on my cheek.

“I know.”

Relieved, he hesitates no longer, kissing me soft and slow.

He's so warm.

He pulls back and we just stare at one another.

It's crazy...This is that same boy that used to always push me away when we were younger. And now...Now here he is, looking at me with longing as if afraid I’ll disappear.

“Can I...Can I try something?”

I smirk at him.

“Are you really that eager to thrust into me like a wild animal, huh?”

I've never seen his face get so red, eyes wide as he stammers yet can't make understandable words. I can't hold in my laughter. Picking up on my tease, he wastes no time in getting back at me, knocking me over with merciless tickling.

It's not like I wasn't asking for it. Poke a bear and expect to get mauled. Unlike a pissed-off bear though, Friend doesn't rip my throat out, what he does do is sit up and pull me onto him so that I straddle his lap as I settle down from the giggles.

“Okay...Okay...I admit that was a bit much. I'm sorry.”

“I forgive you, sweetheart.”

I sigh with relief as his hands take hold of my face.

“Friend?”

“You didn't answer me before...Can I try something with you?”

I nod to avoid being tickled again.

“Okay. Close your eyes. And no peeking~.”

“Fine. But no funny stuff.”

“Me? Funny stuff? Never.”

I shut my eyes and feel his lips shortly after, though there is something more to this kiss. He nips at my bottom lip, tugging it gently with his teeth, signaling a request for more than just this kind of contact. I let him have this and part my lips, a move he responds to more heatedly than I expected. The moment he knew my mouth is open, his tongue enters and I'm caught off guard by his messing around with mine. He pauses, making sure I'm okay with this before continuing.

Honestly, it's rather nice. Certainly better than any attention Keagan gave me. When it came to affection, Keagan was selfish, it was all about him and if I didn't enjoy it then that was my problem. But Friend? It's like I'm breathing for the first time. There's real care and consideration. There's intent to please and not just be pleased.

...And I love it!

My arms come up to loop around his neck and I lose my hands in his hair, my fingers combing along his scalp. He softly whimpers into my mouth and I shiver, really liking the sounds he makes. His hands leave my cheeks, slowly feeling their way down along my body till they find perch on my hips and pull me closer against him.

His warmth is so good. I can't help but melt on him. It's so good I don't even mind the stiffening bulge that's pressing more and more into me.

We pull away for air yet something in me wants more. He's unlocked something. Something needy. I guess he really was right about us both feeling touch-starved. Because I find myself trailing kisses down his cheek to his neck and nipping at his nape, the moans this makes him do are so rumbly that they make my lips tingle.

“Oh fuck, Sweetheart! Can we...go further...please?”

He begs in such a needy voice.

“I...I won't be mad if you don't want to...I promise. B-But...can we? Please?”

How can I resist such pleading? Especially when it stirs a want in me that is curious to see how this goes.

“How far is further?”

He shudders.

“As far as you'd let me.”

“Is that so?”

I kiss his nose real quick.

“Let's test what that is then~.”

If the tent pitched under me wasn't hard enough, after hearing that, it presses into me so much I can feel the damp spot from his excitement.

“Oh fuck...”

His hips buck suddenly.

“Oh my fucking god!”

“You okay?”

“I can't believe this is happening!”

I snicker at his cuteness till the grip on my hips moves to grab my shirt. His eyes ask for him and I give him a shy nod before he slowly removes the garment. The look he has, this man is utterly gobsmacked by my surprisingly bare chest.

“You...Y-You're not wearing a bra?”

“In my defense...I was home alone and wanted to be comfortable.”

His hands move to touch my breasts but I tap his wrists to stop him. He gets confused till I tug his shirt. It's a little unfair that I'm the only exposed one. He does get the hint, quickly shedding his shirt and tossing it onto the floor.

“Better?”

I give him a thumbs up and he sighs with a smile before shoving me off onto my back with a smirk. I don't get to be pissed about that, not when he climbs on top of me and pins my wrists down while going to town marking my neck with his affection. Kisses, bites, and sucking hickeys. Each little attentive nip to the sensitive skin pulls the lewdest sounds out of me. And it only gets more intense when he lets one of my wrists go to palm my chest, letting me hold him close as he slowly makes me lose my mind.

“Friend! Oooooh...Fuck...Friend~!”

He chomps down and my back arches sharply, resulting in me grabbing at him to which I end up nabbing his hair...This seems to be the thing that breaks his restraint.

He leaves my neck and returns to kissing me by slamming his lips to mine. This kiss is way more heated than the one we had before. His tongue can't get enough of me, exploring and memorizing every bit. His hands find new targets, one removes my hair tie then digs his fingers into the follicles and the other hand goes under me to drag his nails across my back.

“I want you. I've wanted you for so long...so...very...long...”

With my hands now free, I get to give him a taste of his own touch medicine, letting my hands rub along any and every bit of him that's exposed. He really seems to respond the most when I play with his hair, be it massaging his scalp or giving him a little tug, it gets him groaning as his hips rock into mine.

“Fuck...sweetheart...I want to be inside you...”

My heart skips a beat hearing how needy he is.

“Please, please, I need you...I need you so bad...Please?”

He whimpers more heated pleas as he grinds against me.

“You can tell me no and I'll stop. I'll go home. We don't have to do anything more. You just have to tell me...”

Fuck, the way he's doing it...He's at the perfect angle to drive me crazy...How is he so good at this?!

“Yes.”

He pauses.

“Yes, you want me to go?”

“No, I mean, yes.”

I kiss him roughly and nip his lip.

“Get it?”

I can practically see the smoke leak out of his ear as his brain crashes and reboots to process that. Once realization kicks in, he gets off of me and has a mild panic moment. I'm about to go to him when I hear it...the telltale sound of a jeans zipper being pulled down...then his pants drop. This isn't so bad until I get a good look at the monster he's got down there. Not only is it big, but dear god...It's also pierced!!

“Is that...Is that a Jacob's Ladder piercing?”

He blinks for a moment.

“You know what it is?”

I blush and he smirks deviously while kicking his jeans and boxers off to the side.

“Oh, sweetheart...”

His chuckles make me a little nervous.

“You really are a naughty little thing, aren't you~?”

“My good man, you know very well that I shop at HotTopic and Spencer's. Me knowing what that piercing is should be the least surprising thing.”

“True. True.”

He returns to me and puts his hands on my legs, giving my pants a little tug as to ask for permission.

So this is really happening. We're really doing this. If I want, things can end here. We don't have to go any further. But...I don't want to stop. I like this. I like how he makes me feel. I like making him feel loved. It's why I've gone this far. It's why I'm doing this. It's why I'm helping him remove what's left of my clothes. So now I sit bare to him as he stands naked to me.

“Beautiful.”

“Flatterer.”

“No, I mean it. There's no one like you...”

He moves in and I back up to give him room, though he moves faster than I do, embracing me tightly.

“Sweetheart...You're perfect in my eyes. You're smart and adorable. Everything you do is without a flaw. You are the only one who knows me. Who actually cares about me...You're my sole reason for existing. Without you...I'd have given up a long time ago.”

So dramatic he is. ...But it is nice. Nice to hear how much I mean to someone. It's been so long...

I nuzzle into his hair and he smiles, tightening his hold.

“You're mine, Lynn, and I'm yours...forever~.”

He practically purrs before kissing my collarbone.

“I can't believe this is happening. I've dreamed of being this close to you for so long...”

He leans up, using his tongue to play with my earrings.

“Heh. Having fun?”

“Just indulging myself is all.”

I snicker before being made silent...his hand is touching me down there. When did he move to do that?!

“Mmmm...Something wrong, sweetheart?”

I shake my head, trying to focus on not trembling so much. I can almost feel him smirk against me. The way his fingers just ever so faintly skim over the lips and slit is enough to make me writhe against him.

How...How does he make my body do such things?!

“You're squirming. Do you want me to stop?”

“No...Just...I'm not used to this. It feels a little...weird, I guess? S-Sorry.”

I look away and miss the dark expression he gets.

“HE made this weird for you...Didn't he?”

It takes a moment to register that but I don't get a chance to respond. Friend's finger dives inside and all thought shuts down for me as he starts pumping the digit around to the point he's knuckle-deep.

“A deadbeat incel like HIM only wishes he could know something so amazing like this. But HE never will. No one will. No one can be with you like this but me. You...Are...M̶͟I̷͢N̵̸͜E͡...My love!”

The finger curls into me, finding a spot that makes my jaw drops and I cling to him as if my life depends on it. This at least gets his attitude to revert back to being normal. This isn't the time for such malice.

“Oh? Does that feel good~?”

His thumb finds my clit and my head jerks back fast...slamming into the bed's headboard.

“Shit! Are you okay? I'm so sorry!”

This is just awkward in a funny.

“I'm good. Just a little bonk. I've taken worse head hits. Remember the metal bat incident?”

“The fact you still never went to a doctor for that still freaks me out.”

“Dude, I never when to the doctor for anything. The bat hit, the bike crashes, the broken glass cuts, the dog bite, the screw through my hand, falling out of a tree on my spine, the other time I fell out of a tree...”

“Do I need to be with you 24/7?! Because so help me I will!”

“Oh calm down, you drama queen. You were there for some of that.”

“That doesn't make it better! I shouldn't have been such a slacker. If I was paying more attention then you wouldn't ha-!”

I'm not a fan of him beating himself up. So I figure a kiss will shut that negative dribble up. And it does! But it also rekindles his actions. Though he takes it a little slower this time. Not that I mind. Those nimble fingers of his are amazingly skilled and I'm mewling in his ear much to his pleasure.

“Yeah? Does that feel that good? Poor little thing you are~. And so needy too. You're already squeezing on me.”

It's hard to concentrate on what he's saying, especially when the words “Fuck” and “Yes” are just repeating on a loop in my head.

“Heh...You look so cute, sweetheart. The way you're losing yourself to me is so intoxicating~.”

Feeling more confident, he returns to messing with my clit and my insides tighten up. I also get more vocal, something he really likes. Whimpering breaths and lewd begging moans seem to be his thing.

“Such lovely sounds. That's right. Come undone. I'm the only one who can make you feel this way...”

He adds a second finger and I nearly lose it right there.

“Say it...Say I'm the only one!”

And like a needy bitch, I obey.

“Y-You're the only one...Ah, fuck...F-Friend please!”

“Please what~?”

Oh come on man, don't tease me now!

“P-Please...I'm...So close!”

I must sound so desperate. Then again...He likes that~.

“My sweetheart wants to cum? Heh...Since you begged so nicely, I'll grant your wish. So cum for me!”

There's some adjusting on his end before I feel three fingers enter to work me over and the remaining digits ceaselessly fondle my love button. My back begins to arc almost painfully, allowing him to use his other hand to clutch my heaving chest, teasing and pinching at the pleasing mounds. All this stimulation is making my toes curl. My panting reaching higher and higher octaves as my senses turn up to levels unknown.

“Cum for me, Lynsie~.”

I don't know how he did it, but I won't dare question it, the utterance of such a command caused the infernal need in my core to explode, and the next thing I know the world itself as I register it is gone. All there is to my senses is a white light in my vision, the muffled sound of my breathing, and a numb sensitive tingling throughout my being. I shameful whine at the removal of his fingers, missing his touch instantly, a sound that only makes him chuckle.

“Good girl. You did so well, sweetheart...”

He sits up, spreading my quaking legs further apart with one hand as he licks his other hand clean of my release.

“Mmmmmm...You taste so good. So sweet~.”

Whatever you say there, buddy.

“I suppose I can forgive you then for not touching yourself when I told you to. Getting to make you cum was a far better option.”

That's nice.

“But now...Now it's my turn~.”

Slowly things begin coming back to me, just in time to see him pressing closer and lining himself up at my entrance.

“It shouldn't hurt as much after that. But if it does, you let me know, okay? I want this to only make us both feel good.”

My limp noodle arms attempt to reach out for him, making him smile and he interlocks his hands in mine. Slowly he eases himself inside of me, relaxed muscle and slick release allowing him to sink into my depths with no resistance. He fills the empty space so well, and the way his piercings rub my walls, oh lord I nearly orgasm again when he hilts himself completely.

“Oooooh...Fuck...Fuuck...”

For both our sakes he waits for a moment in case I need to adjust to his size. No lie though, him just being inside and throbbing into me is the most arousing thing to me. I can't help the involuntary clenching down around him, yet his face contorting in utter bliss and the drool seeping out as he bites his bottom lip is so worth it.

That's because of me. I'm making him feel that good from just this. ...And I fucking love it!

“I...I'm going to move now. Is that okay?”

He sounds like he's barely holding himself together. As if any moment now he'll lose his shit. Probably doesn't help that I keep squeezing him.

“Y-Yeah~.”

Loopy. That is the only way I can explain how I sound.

He pushes my weak hands back and holds them down by my head as he takes his mounting stance. He painstakingly pulls back till the head is all that's in, his piercings dragging across sensitive zones, and my back arches sharply with a groan. He throws his head back in a series of incoherent pleasure-induced nonsense before pushing himself back in fully, eyes fluttering as they roll into the back of his head. This is the pace he keeps for a bit, slowly getting us both delirious off the delicious friction, but then he picks up speed to start thrusting and that's when things get wild.

“Friend...Aaah~! F-Fuck...Please...Please don't stop~! Don't s-stop!”

“Yeah? Do you like this? Do you like me fucking you? You want me to fuck you like the little slut you are?”

Okay...I figured he was into dirty talk but I guess this is another level.

He lets my hands go and leans back, grabbing my legs then bringing them up to my head. This new angle allows him to penetrate me even deeper. He is very lucky that I'm flexible and double jointed or this would be having me scream in pain instead of mind-melting ecstasy.

“Yes! Yes! God, you feel so amazing! Can you feel it too, my love? Can you feel just how much I've longed for you? For this moment? I've wanted this for so long...I've wanted you to be mine and mine alone...And now you are!”

His hands leave my legs but now he wraps his arms around me, locking them in place as he slams into me over and over again with the vigor of a man possessed. I am broken. A shambling mess beneath him and at his mercy. His sweet relentlessly demanding mercy!

“You're loving this, aren't you? You like my dick inside you. You like me fucking that needy hole of yours. God...You're so fucking tight...Keep squeezing on me, you dirty girl!”

I'm going to burst! I'm overheating, my ability to think is gone, I can't make coherent speech, I'm panting rapidly enough that two different tones are coming out, and my insides are so tense that I won't be able to last much longer. Especially as he keeps jamming that impressive length into spots that have stars blurring out my sight. Then again, he doesn't seem like he has much left before he's spent too.

“You're gonna cum for me? Gonna cum all over me? Oooooh cum for me, sweetheart...I want to see it. I need to see you do it. Do it, Lynsie…Cum for me~!”

With just a few more bucks of his hips, my body does as he wishes. I scream his name as the coil inside my core snaps, my muscles twitch and tense in his hold while my senses go into overload trying to slowly fizzle out.

Now it's his turn. His thrusting becomes erratic as my walls clench on him in a vice-like grip, attempting to milk him for his release. Drool trails down his chin as he snarls through his harsh pumping.

“Yeah, that's it! Take it, sweetheart! I'm gonna fill you up so much! And you're gonna take it all~!!”

A few more deep delves into my depths are all that is needed for him, he groans so loudly in my ear and floods me with his warmth. My quivering insides drink his essence. Such heat is rather soothing actually. And there's so much of it that just shoots into me in loads.

Thoroughly exhausted, he can barely move, only managing to yield his death grip on my body and let my legs fall back down. I wince at the soreness of being bent like that for so long and receive apologetic kisses on my neck.

“I'm...I'm sorry. Was I too rough?”

“N-No...You good...Me just tired.”

The cool air of my room can at last be felt, making me shiver and snuggle him. He smiles, weakly getting the blanket edges and covering us as best he can before cuddling into me.

“I'm not too heavy, am I? I'm too spent to move off of you. ǪR̢ ̶̀O̕͜Ư̸T̡͜ O̡F͡͏ ̶̧͜Y͏͜O̢͝U.”

Mmmm...I don’t know what he said, but that deep growl is so pleasant.

“You're fine...Not heavy at all.”

He sighs blissfully.

“I can't believe this actually happened...”

I put a hand on his back and rub along his spine, making him purr.

“I've wanted you for so long...”

I wonder how long I'll stay awake. He’s so warm. And his voice is so melodically soothing...like a lullaby.

“And now you are mine.”

He kisses my lips for the quickest of moments and I coo wearily.

“I love you so much. And knowing that you feel the same...It makes me so happy.”

He puts a hand under my head and kneads my scalp, making my eyes close in contentment.

“Love...you...Friend...”

“That's right. You love me and I love you...We will be together...Forever and ever~.”

I cave in and pass out shortly afterward.

Only to be startled awake when the realization hits him.

“I forgot the condom!”

#see thru need a friend #yandere #stnaf #stnafgame #friend #seethruneedafriend #seethruneedafriendgame #see thru need a friend game #18+ #Lynn

[captainrayzizuniverse]

Yes! Thank youuuu @goldcrumble for this I truly need it now. I’m sitting in Kelowna waiting for the worst year of my life to be over in the most unremarkable way (binging on paw patrol with my nephew) and what better way to do it than this? Beware, long ass essay incoming. 

When did you become a Louie? (This is about to get loooong)

I love talking about this because it’s such an interesting journey for me compared to other artists I love. I used to watch British reality tv with my grandma every year and that of course includes x-factor and strictly come dancing (and the GBBO, sewing bee, BGT etc..it was unhealthy) which usually start around the same time. We started with x-factor when leona lewis won until the last season with Louis as judge. So yes of course I watched the one with 1D and I was rooting for them during the show (and Louis was my LEAST fav only because I’d watch the xtra factor and the video diaries and he was SO loud and obnoxious and basiclly everything I find annoying in a person. Sorry it was what it was. Anyway after that season I never paid them any attention but we continued watching x-factor year after year. I've mentioned this before but when Louis was announced as the judge in 2018 I remember telling my grandma that it’s probably to draw in the 1D fans because the show was so bad at that point. Obviously I said it with eyes rolled and thinking ‘they really think they’re gonna save this shit with a kid from a boyband?’. Little did I know this guy will ruin me. Anyway as a non fan and someone who really didn’t know anything about the guy I absolutely loved him as a judge..so like a couple of weeks in I read his entire wikipedia and was 100% drinking the ‘reconnected and in love with his long term gf and has a kid with a one night stand from LA’ koolaid. And I listened to his singles at the time, loved them, added them to one of my Anghami playlist and it was chill for a while.

I have never been in a music fandom before..I’ve been in the football fandom (esp livejournal) for ages and also several movies/tv shows and books. I think most of the music I listen to are either from bands who are dead or there just isn’t a fandom big enough to exist…or I haven’t found it. Dunno..just never got into one. SO on a flight from oslo in 2019 I was reading a fic from another fandom and in the author’s note there was something about being inspired by a Larry fic and I vaguely remembered who the Larry ship is about. So when I clicked it and saw that it was THE Louis T, I went into my second rabbit hole and saw all these news singles he has out and an album that was about to come out and a show in Toronto and wow so much excitement all at once. Booked the tickets for the show which were later cancelled due to covid and then never got to see the ltwt live (rip hearing defenceless live). After that I didn’t follow up with him, I didn’t even know lthq was a thing ffs. When people say that they need to promote things on his personal IG, it’s for people like ME! Anyhoo! I still never searched him up on Tumblr until one day by chance I saw a clip from a livestream on instagram of one of his earlier shows in Texas. I didn’t even know concert livestreams were a thing tbh. So I kept on monitoring to find the source until I got to finally watch an entire show (I think it was the 4th American one, a few before the chicken nugget incident) and then somehow that led me to Tumblr and slowly I started following very very few blogs. So when did I become a Louie really? Was it 2018 when I was like ok the dude is cool I like the couple of songs he has out? Or 2019 when I booked my first concert ticket? Or in 2022 when I found the fandom on Tumblr? Also I got into 1D when I read that wiki page and it said something about him having the most writing credits. It intrigued me and was like ‘fine! I’ll give them a go I guess!’

your favourite song? (one off walls and one off fitf)

We Made It. All this time (if you ask tomorrow it might jump between Saturdays or holding onto heartache or she is beauty)

your favourite music video?

Miss you! The hair, the song.

your favourite gig?

Toronto one because I was anticipating it for sooooo long and it fully lived up to it. Esp after spending the entire 2022 watching livestreams and being jealous af. The new york one was good too but my home show will always be my fav

your favourite louis hair?

X-factor hair. 

your favourite louis interview?

Oof man this is hard! They all kinda get mixed together so either a Zach lang one (probably the first one because it sticks in my memory more since I saw it right when it came out) or one of the buzzfeed ones like the snack wars or the one he did with the yellow background (man I’m lazy as shit, I can literally YouTube this).

suit louis or tanktop louis?

Suit Louis. Literally anything but tank top louis. I know I’m the only one in this boat but I just don’t dig tank tops. I think it’s also the fact that he almost always wears hideous shoes with them that kinda kill the look. If I had to be specific, I’d say tracksuit Louis. 

favourite louis tattoo?

I’d also go with the x&o’s 

favourite louis bodypart? (c'mon we all have one!)

I immediately thought his eye crinkles but realized that’s not a body part. Maybe hands or the veiny neck??I love a neck with passionate veins (what even am I saying??)

—-

I think my small Louis loving mutuals have either already done this or have been tagged, so it ends with ME!

And with that I shall wish everyone a genocide free 2024! A free Palestine! And an end to this fucking massacre!

Back to watching Marshall and Skye on PP. 

#what is kelowna even btw?

[nancywheelersgirlfriend]

prompt nancy stole one of robin's big big jackets and found a cassette of her favorite song inside the pocket <3

i see ur wonderful prompt and raise u this fic, anon :)

blue monday (1,249 words)

It wasn’t that Hawkins was snowy necessarily - but it was bitter. Like December came along and crystalized the air. It got caught in your throat on the way in. It hung in the air like icicles. When the calendar revealed a dull ‘December 1st’, thermostats dropped by twenty automatically.

Even worse, Nancy ran cold. Of course she did. At this point, four apocalypses down, she was on the verge of corpselike. Robin would say otherwise. She would say her pale skin, icy cold to the touch, completed her angelic character.

So anyway Nancy wore coats in the wintertime and even late spring, only forgoing them when grass turned from a dead yellow to a lush green. But sometimes her tiny, colorful coats weren’t enough.

Robin had stopped asking whenever she saw Nancy scooping up one of her abandoned jackets (armchair, backseat, bedside table). She ran hot anyway. Nancy stealing a puffer jacket or two wasn’t reprehensible, especially since she looked fucking adorable swallowed up in them anyway. 

There was a scientific explanation for this love, of course - Robin’s natural ability to radiate heat like a furnace meant some of that heat was translated and then trapped in her jackets. Thus Nancy gained both the heat and the ability to show off her girlfriend with one hastily stolen item.

This time they’d both nearly forgotten a wishy-washy promise to meet Steve and Eddie at the diner for late-night breakfast. It’d been ten past nine when Nancy had finally lifted her face from where she’d buried herself in Robin’s neck for a long enough period to check the clock. In their rush to hop in the car and make themselves somewhat presentable, Nancy picked up a Robin coat strewn absently on the floor.

It was her typical one - a brown army jacket that was puffed out at the sleeves and adorned with mix-match patches for a girl-on-the-go. She and Robin loved to pursue the dollar section of antique stores looking for suitable additions to her plethora of jackets - some notable patches including: I’m a Fishing Grandma and My Kids Love Me! and The Slug Of The Month Club. 

Nancy realized dimly, as they raced each other down the tiny cluttered staircase in Robin’s house, that she’d never worn this jacket before. It fit even bigger than any of the other ones, perhaps a hand-me-down from Robin’s dad or some gem found hidden in the back of the Salvation Army thrift.

“How do I look?” Nancy asked anxiously as Robin rushed her out of the house with one hand - the other jingling keys. Somehow she’d managed to scrape out a driver’s license. Whether or not she could actually drive was a different question altogether.

“You look perfect,” Robin promised. She leaned on her open car door for a moment, eyes roving over Nancy in her jacket in a way that made Nancy’s stomach erupt in hot flame. Perfect to beat back the December chill. “You look like mine.”

“You can’t say things like that to me if you want us to get there relatively on time,” Nancy chided. She buried her bright red face in the jacket collar, knowing all too well Robin had seen her face go pink and was smirking to herself in the driver’s seat.

They pulled up at the diner only about fifteen minutes late, practically a record on their part. Steve and Eddie had already gotten their usual table in the way, way back - by a window so Nancy could peer out and watch passerby.

“Look who finally decided to show,” Eddie cackled from under Steve’s careful placed arm, which was posed to seem casual to strangers and affectionate to those In-The-Know (the 2% of Hawkins residents who were queer).

“Shuttaup,” Robin snapped, but she was grinning toothily. She stepped aside with an easy wave of her arm to invite Nancy to get in the booth first. “After you.”

“Thank you, madam,” Nancy fake-curtised, blushing like a fool as she slid in. Robin came in not five seconds after, pushing their thighs together under the table and smiling down at her in a stomach-twisting way.

“What’re you ordering?” Steve asked Robin as he passed her a menu. They only got two - one for each couple. Nancy leaned against Robin’s shoulder as they examined the options. 

“You know what I’m ordering - I always get the same thing,” Robin replied, faking annoyance. 

“Uh,” Steve drifted off, clearly trying desperately and forgetting miserably what exactly she always ordered.

“Men are all the same,” Robin joked, rolling her eyes. As they goofed Nancy’s absent hand drifted down to a lump in the jacket pocket she hadn’t noticed before. Her hand missed the spot a few times before her fingers latched onto a square-shaped object. Her face furrowed. 

Nancy retrieved the object and, keeping it underneath the table in case it turned out to be something super personal (even though she was pretty sure Robin and Steve shared a brain at this point, so it didn’t matter), she turned it over in her hands. It was cassette tape. But her fingers found no familiar wording etched on it.

She pulled it out from under the table and into her lap, bringing the cassette tape into the light. Hastily written on a piece of scotch tape against the cassette was one word in big, blocky lettering: NANCE. 

“Robin?” Nancy asked. Immediately Robin dropped whatever fake argument she’d gotten into Steve over bacon vs sausage and turned to her, eyes wide and beautiful. They dropped to the cassette tape in Nancy’s hands. And Robin’s face flushed a bright, embarrassed red.

“Where did you get that?” Robin asked in a near whimper. Nancy raised a concerned eyebrow.

“It was in your jacket pocket,” Nancy said. “What? Should I be concerned? Is this tape, like, nothing but Weird Al?” Robin laughed self-deprecatingly and shook her head. 

“No, I just never meant for you to find that,” Robin explained softly. “Or. I dunno. I guess I did. It’s just a bunch of songs that remind me of you.” 

Nancy’s heart nearly stopped in her chest.

“That’s the most thoughtful thing anybody’s ever done for me,” Nancy all but breathed. She switched the cassette to her right hand so that her left could drift over and take Robin’s in her own. Their fingers squeezed together and Robin grinned tentatively at her.

“It’s not, like, totally creepy?” Robin tried. 

“No, it’s really-” Nancy laughed, suddenly realizing her eyes had started watering for some strange reason, “it’s really sweet.” She wiped at her eyes a

“What’s really sweet?” Eddie asked from the other side of the table. Both girls whipped their heads up. Oh, yeah. The boys were there too.

“Nothing,” Nancy and Robin said very quickly. Steve and Eddie exchanged a look but Nancy didn’t feel like giving them the satisfaction of getting info - they were the biggest gossips she knew.

“We should listen to it when you drive me home,” Nancy suggested shyly. She tucked the cassette back into the jacket pocket, patting the fabric over it just to make sure it was there. 

“Okay,” Robin agreed easily. She’d agree to anything Nancy said. Nancy slung an excited arm around her shoulders and pulled her close, resting her tired head on Robin’s shoulder to steal some of her warmth. Soon conversation picked up again and Nancy was able to just shut her eyes. Jesus. A whole mixtape just for her. 

The real question was: What was on it?

(what songs do u guys think robin would put on it?) :D

#ronance #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #stranger things #robin buckley x nancy wheeler #ronance fic requests #fruity four #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #nancy x robin #robin x nancy #steve and robin #the fruity four #robin and nancy #nancy and robin #ronancy

[tvvivi]

Twilight

summary:

Life was fine, going to school Monday through Friday and going to church on the weekends. Throughout the school year I would get real busy and didn’t have much time to do things I enjoy. Going home from school would take about an hour, while I was on the train I would put on my headphones and listen to music, always looking out the window. I didn’t talk to anyone and nobody talked to me.

 When I was home, all I did was lay in my bed and watch movies. I love movies. The way they make me laugh, smile, and cry. They help me forget the boring life I had. 

So when I woke up on a plane with a grandma sitting right next to me, I panicked. When I realized what was going on, I went along with it. I just wanted to have fun. I didn’t think I would stay there for long. But if I was staying here for the rest of my life with stupid dumb people where vampires and werewolves existed, I wouldn’t want to go back to my boring mediocre life.

[1,300 words]

Chapter 1 - Becoming

It smells like shit in here. Walking by these people that don’t even watch were they’re going is annoying. I go to my locker, and open it getting out my jacket. I put it on and start walking to the side entrance, thats when I see Lorraine passing by looking at the ground, like she always does. When I pass by her I tap her shoulder, smile at her and wave goodbye. I walk out the door and take a deep breath in, it smells dry.

Im finally out of school, well for the weekend. I start walking to the train station and look up at the sky, its cloudy. I prefer this type of wether over the summer. I hate getting sweaty. I hate bug bites. The only thing thats good about the summer is not having to go to school. 

Walking to the train was silent and peaceful, like it always is, I see the kids from my school walk and talk with their friends. As I walk past a park I see how naked the trees are, no leaves to protect them from the cold wind. As I get closer to the train I look for my train pass in my back pocket. I tap on the ticket scanner and the sliding doors open.

When I get on to the platform I walk closer to the end and wait for the train. 3 minutes. I take out my headphones from my jacket pocket and put them on. I put on my favorite playlist.

When the train comes I quickly look for a seat and sit down. I didn’t care if it was next to someone or that I was in the middle of two people, I was going to be on this train till the last stop and I didn’t want to be standing up the whole time. Nine stops later everyone gets off the train and I walk out the platform. I didn’t wait for the bus and decided to walk home. 

When I got closer to my house I saw a lady walking her dog, Ive always wanted a dog. When I was in front of my house I got my keys out and unlocked the door. I walked up the stairs and went into my room, wanting to change immediately. 

 Using a onesie at my age might seem childish but people really don’t understand how comfortable they are, its a two-in-one. Sitting on my bed I open my laptop to see how much battery life it has. Seeing that it still has 97% I don’t worry and just start to get into my bed. I make sure to move the pillows into a position where I’m able to half sit so my back is on the pillows and that makes it easier to watch movies comfortably. 

I go into Hulu and put on the movie Twilight. I heard my brother watching it the other day and it made me want to watch the movie again, so thats what I’m doing now.

Rewatching it made me remember how much I hate it. I wish Bella would have just slapped Edward in the face and told him to piss off. I hated how awkward they all acted and how stupid they all were. I had to pause it and calm myself a few times because of how cringe it was. 

I kept thinking to myself how differently I would have reacted to all of the shit that was going on around Bella and how chill she was with being pushed around by all the kids and vampires. I wanted to scream at her and tell her to calm her ass down about Edward. God Edward is so hot but the way he acts and the things he says just give me the ick. 

I hated the way he would just grab onto Bella and expect her not to fight back. I hated the way he would speak to her. I hated the way he would say something then act completely different to what he said. Wasn’t he supposed to be 100 years old? Why was he acting like a teenager who didn’t know what he wanted. 

I went to sleep that night imagining how I would have done things differently if I was in Bellas place. How I would have not let Edward push me around. 

I woke up to the sound of a baby crying, I didn’t panic. I did start to get a little worried when I realized I was sitting down rather than laying down on my bed. I looked around, I was on a plane. Not in my bed with my two blankets and stuffed animals around me, I was on a plane with a grandma  sitting down a seat away from me. Luckily I was on the aisle seat and got up to the bathroom as fast as I could. I needed to get out of here, I needed to asses the situation before I did anything else.

I had watched too many crime shows to just start panicking immediately, I need to first make sure I was safe and that there was no harm, for now. When I got to the bathroom I sat down and made sure to check myself for any cuts or bruises, I went up to look in the mirror for anything on my face. Except when I looked in the mirror, the face I saw didn’t belong to me. This was Bella, Bella Swan. The teenage girl in Twilight. 

I was shocked, I sat back down on the toilet seat and took major deep breaths. I needed to calm down, this was probably just a dream. I slapped myself in the face. It didn’t wake me up but it hurt like hell. I pinched myself multiple times until my skin turned red. 

“Okay, not a dream..” I started to panic, I didn’t know what was going on. I didn’t know why I was on this plane or why I looked like this. 

“Hello? Excuse me, but we’re about to land and I need you in your seat with your seatbelt on.” 

I looked at the door, I was scared to open it. I didn’t know what was going on. Im terrified. 

“Hello? Are you okay?” She said it in such a sweet and worried tone, it calmed me down a bit. I got up from the toilet and unlocked the door, I took a deep breath before opening the door and smiling, 

“Yeah, sorry about that.” I said in the most calm voice I could muster up, I kept smiling as I walked back to my seat but I was crying on the inside. The plane was barely full so I wasn’t worried about people staring at me. I sat down at my seat and put the seatbelt on. The grandma glanced over at me but looked back at the chair TV. I could still hear the baby whining, but I just looked down at my lap and stared at my hands,

“Well here we are, Washington. I hope you guys enjoyed the ride, we will be landing soon so please fasten your seatbelts.” I heard a cheery man say through the intercom of the plane. Thats when I realized. Im in the body of THE Bella Swan, Im in Washington and whats in Washington? Forks! The small town with a population of.. 3,000 people?

Again I pinched myself in the arm until the pain started to get unbearable. I wasn’t dreaming. This is real. I was on a plane going to Forks, where the story began. Where all the shit with Bella and Edward went down. This is going to be interesting. And without a doubt a smile eventually creeped into my face..

#twilight saga #jacob black #edward cullen #twilight movies #x reader #reader insert #fem reader #fanfic #fanfiction #bella swan #first post #chapter 1 #sorry guys #not sure how to tag this #the cullens #twilight sparkle

[macabreinktales]

I Still Haven’t Come To Grips With My Bone-Chilling Encounter with the Unknown

How to begin telling this haunting tale that, I myself, still do not fully believe. I guess by starting with the blunt, hard, bone-chilling truth. I use to see this ghostly figure in the hallway late at night in my basement leading towards the laundry room and this room my grandma stored her ancient 150yr old piano and all her tax files. One day I was in the filing cabinet room, as I called it, with my grandmother.

She was going over tax papers and I was playing with the old, out of tune piano. I felt a cold, tingling feeling wash over me, and suddenly in the blink of an eye, my grandma was standing by me yelling and crying. She was demanding to know why I’d play her such a horrible song on the piano, and how I knew of this tune in the first place. She was also quite puzzled to know how I managed to get the piano in perfect tune.

Confused and slightly dizzy, I wasn’t sure what she was going on about. That is, until she uttered the words “Why would you play that song that use to air during the war when my brother was drafted in England? That’s a horrible thing to do to me.”

Stunned I sat up and exclaimed that I had not done such a thing, but she wouldn’t believe me. She kept insisting I had done this, and I could see the hurt written all over her face. As the weeks went on, a friend suggested that I may have been possessed, but I was still on the fence about that sort of thing. It seems ridiculous. But night after night I kept seeing this same figure in the hallway, feeling the chilled air as I’d walk past that hallway. Could it really be true? Could there be an entity there, in the house I lived in, waiting, lurking, to cause harm?

I use to spend all my nights as a teen in the basement watching tv. My bedroom was on the main floor of the bungalow style home I shared with my grandma and mum, but I often fell asleep watching tv. Only to be awoken by strange sounds and strange feelings of coldness, and not from the dank basement temperature. I would feel something unsettling lurking, but could never quite put my finger on it.

Night after night I’d walk, sometimes run, past the hallway leading to the laundry room and filing cabinet room and I’d always see something floating in a white dress with long white or blonde hair. I never got a good look at the face, but I heard these sounds I can’t quite describe. It was as if something was waiting there, hoping I’d step foot down there. I never could unless it was light out. A few times I tried in the dark of night but I always felt sick doing so and would bolt back upstairs. This, thing, whatever it was, would never leave that general area. For what reason, I’m unsure.

I chalked up that ghostly womanly figure to a character I had seen as a small child on an episode of a popular Canadian tv show, ‘Are You Afraid of The Dark’ and couldn’t wrap my head around what I now know I was truly seeing. Maybe I was too frightened to admit the truth. Could be. Or it could be that staying in a state of disbelief kept my anxiety at bay over this whole ordeal. Either way, the thought of all this was hard to ignore as time passed.

Several years later, I got word from my Mum that she and my late grandfather also had run ins with this spirit (or evil entity), which they both believed it meant to cause harm in some form. I wasn’t given many further details except a brief description of what they had seen long ago. I knew telling my Grandmother would lead to no good because she wasn’t one to believe in spirits or anything of the sort, so I knew deep down I’d never be able to convince her of what happened that horrible day in that dark, dingy basement room with the ancient piano. To me it wasn’t that unfathomable, but in the same thought I could understand how it could be to someone who didn’t believe in that sort of thing. I let it go and never spoke of it with any family member. Especially not my Grandmother.

Now it’s 2023, the years have indeed passed, quite quickly unfortunately. This all happened back before 2008, and I’ve since then moved out of said childhood home, my grandparents, and my Mum are gone now, and the house was sold and torn down by a side of the family I no longer communicate with. I still find myself wondering, and daydreaming at times, about what became of that old piano in the basement, what happened to the spirit, and if anyone came to any serious harm do to it.

Where did she come from? What is her story? So many questions, and only answers that evade me. In the back of my mind I know that this is something I’ll think about for the rest of my life, especially since I still hold onto the old thought of “It was probably just my imagination. That old tv character, right?” As much as I’d rather not go down that path of thinking again, I can’t dismiss my experience any longer.

#truestory #horror #short story #ghost #evil #scary stories #my writing

[artistcaptainbendy]

Tagged by @tornrose24 for the tag game. Let’s go this! 

Rules: if you get tagged in this, answer the questions that are written and make sure to swap out one question at the end of it for the next person to answer.      

1. Are you named after anyone? Yes, I'm named after my dad and aunt. My name is a fusion of their names and I have my grandma’s middle name. 

2. Do you ever go window shopping on sites like Etsy, and if so, what kinds of things do you look at?  All the time, just did it yesterday. It depends on what I'm feeling like looking at, yesterday it was manatees.

3. What’s your choice of listening material when doing stuff? It’s very random at times, I just listen to whatever I'm feeling. I can go from sonic music to jekyll and Hyde to Beetlejuice to Karl’s theme to pizza tower. This is for everything I do from art to cleaning. 

4. Do you like a song for its sound or for its lyrics? Both, tho I never have listened to an instrumental of song with lyrics. I should try that more. 

5. What’s the first thing you notice about people? What their wearing, especially if it’s something I'm interested in,like a sonic shirt.

6. What’s your eye color? Dark brown

7. Scary movies or happy endings? Happy endings, I just want the characters to be happy. I’m actually very scared of horror movies, even tho I love watching murder mysterious and stuff like that (shows like deadly women) I'm just confusing.

8. Any special talents? I can spin my right hand in complete circle, been doing that since middle school still no pain! (old me is going to hate me) 

9. What trait in others draws you to them? Playfulness, like they can joke with you, and you can joke back. As long as it doesn’t start sounding mean.

10. What are your hobbies? Drawing and sewing. I’ve done painting and making a manatee sculpture in the past, but I really love drawing and sewing, in fact I'm going to be making my own mimikyu cosplay by hand.

11. Do you have any pets? I’ve had a few pets in the past. I had a goldfish named fish, a rabbit named Tino, a hermit crab I got from the fair named Hermmy, and two other rabbits named Nippy and Sasha Fierce. Now I have another rabbit named brown sugar and a dog named Bella.

12. If you became a God/Deity, what would your domain be and how could you use your powers to make the world a better place? ......manatees, I would be the god of the manatees! And I will make it so that every week everyone must be chill like the manatees and help clean the ocean! 

13. How tall are you? 5 foot 3 inches 

14. Favorite subject in school? Art (yes I know very obvious) and gym. Art for the fact I got to do what I always love doing and seeing the chaos other students did (someone had a puppy in there) and gym because I got to hang out with friends and that’s where I met my boyfriend. (side story: I was the only high schooler who had a sonic backpack and a lock on their backpack, this was because my phone were stolen twice so my mom thought this would stop them from stealing my phone, but NOPE. I guess the thieves took this as a challenge and while in gym they got in between the small opening of my backpack and took my phone, but joke’s on them that phone was broken anyway! I win!!

15. Dream job? Being an animator or an professional artist in general, I do hope one day my silly little characters can actually be a show one day.

I’m tagging @jackie-sugarskull  as the next person. Anyone else can do it too.

I’m changing #2 to  What’s your favorite animal and why?

#tag meme #tag #hey it's me #learn my secrets #i still have that sonic backpack

[lovemesomesurveys]

Do you consider yourself a nature person?

No, definitely not.

What kind of collection would you like to start?

I really shouldn’t get more of anything I have waaaaay to much stuff already and not enough space. I got rid of some stuff a few months ago and it’s still too much. There’s more I’d definitely like to get… cute things at so many different places all the time I can’t help it lol. At least my bank account will be happy during all this right now. Sigh.

What helps you take your mind off your problems?

It’s especially hard doing that here at the hospital, but I try as much as I can by doing my normal things like surveys, social media, YouTube, reading, lots of TV, and visits with my fam. I’ve watched a lot of new shows with my mom and brother. I wish I could sleep more.

Who do you miss, if anyone?

My family, even though I see my fam all the time, thankfully, I still miss them and then they have to leave when visiting hours are over and I just want to be back home with them. I miss some family I haven’t seen in so long. I miss my sweet goofy doggo, Princess Leia, who I last saw over a month ago now. I miss my grandma and grandpa who passed sway. I miss myself from several years ago who now looking back was way too hard on themselves and would do things differently to avoid what would come down the road when things were really bad. My complaining back then seems so ridiculous now. Not everything, I mean it was what I was going through at the time and it was real for me then, it’s just looking back I’m like wow you could have chilled on some of it, you’re fine.

What do you miss, if anything?

Doing my Bible studies, my family (includes my doggo) and being home, food, coffee, the beach… I just wish it wasn’t my current situation. I miss that.

Do you prefer to live alone or live in a family?

With my family for sure.

What states have you visited, that you remember?

Arizona, Idaho, and Georgia. And other places in my own home state, California.

What countries have you visited?

Just Mexico.

What countries do you want to visit?

Sooooo many.

What states would you most like to visit?

Several as well.

What are five careers you’ve considered?

Teacher, counselor, social worker, psychologist… that’s it.

Do you use a sunlamp when it’s cloudy?

No.

What’s your latest discovery?

I’ve had a lot of time to think and reflect here and yeah I’m realizing quite a bit let’s just say.

What do you wish your hair looked like?

I miss when it was long and red.

Which family member has your exact smile?

Not exact, but I’d say my dad.

Do you still feel anything for the first person you fell in love with?

Nope.

What’s one thing you’re behind on?

Being an adult. <<<

Who was the last person you called?

My mom.

Do you take pictures on your phone?

Yeah. That’s the only way I take photos.

How old were you the first time you loved school?

I enjoyed elementary school.

How old were you the first time you encountered God?

As a kid both sets of grandparents, of different religions, discussed it with me and took me to some of their church services. As I got older, I had no interest and didn’t believe. However, for the past 5/6 years now I’ve been building my relationship with God and studying the Bible and I’m a Christian.

Have you ever hallucinated?

Yes.

Do you clean your place often?

I tried to just keep up with it and now let it get messy, but then with my health stuff and no energy or motivation things got a little cluttered and disorganized. I managed to still do a lot of online shopping ha and acquired more stuff and not having the room.

Do you struggle to get by?

Yes.

What color is your wristwatch?

I don’t have one.

If you had a girl and a boy, what would you name them?

I don’t want kids.

Who is the best looking male celebrity, in your opinion?

Alexander Skarsgard of course.

Do you still miss a friend who betrayed you?

No.

How many subscribers do you have on YouTube?

A few, which I don’t know why cause I don’t upload videos.

If you’d like to share, what is your screenname on Instagram?

Nah.

Do you use Snapchat?

Very, very rarely. Snapchat died I feel like. At least it did for me awhile ago.

Do you enjoy typing?

Yeah. Definitely over handwriting.

Are you a fast texter?

No but on the computer I am.

Would you rather text or call?

Text.

Do you know anyone who has everything handed to them?

Yes.

Would you ever want to be a famous youtuber?

Nahhh. I have absolutely zero interest in that.

Do you know anyone who’s colorblind?

Not that I know of, but *shrug*

#personal #text #survey #surveys

[st4rrg1rll]

05.21.22

sorry no pics of my cute ass outfit but it’s okay lol, i got so many compliments today it was super sweet i love women!!

ummm today was good. i woke up at 8:30 and got dressed and stuff right away and then katie and i went to dunkin for breakfast! and my iced coffee was too sweet. then we went to the farmer’s market and that was super cute and fun! it was such a beautiful day!! and there were so many dogs and beautiful women! and it was right on the river so you could hear the waterfall the whole time, it was fantastic! we walked around to all the stands before going back to buy things, i bought bread and sheep cheeses and mustard and garlic honey which is sooo tasty. i really want to go visit the bee farm (for lack of a better term. it’s midnight okay) that it came from!

after the farmers market we went home to chill out for a little. we tried all the stuff we bought and it was so yummy. the ac broke last night so we just chilled in katie’s room bc she has a portable ac unit going in here. we watched the secret world of arrietty and it was super cute! i almost fell asleep tho lol.

after that it was about 3:30, so we went w aunt maire to the food truck festival that was happening. it was cute but super hot and sunny out. first we had shaved ice and i got watermelon and blue raspberry flavoring. then we shared a stuffed soft pretzel (chicken bacon ranch cheese i think it was, it was amazinggg), and then i had a little brisket sandwich, some french fries, and a coke, appropriate bc we were at coca cola stadium. though the only water they were selling was dasani, yuck tap water. then katie got some cookie dough and we got back in the car to go home.

while we drove home i finally told aunt maire about mary and what she did to me growing up, and we had something like a heart to heart. it was strange to hear her say she was actively trying to get custody of me and alex and looking for any reason to call CPS. the reality of the situation was worse than she imagined and she felt bad about not trying harder, but if CPS had ever been involved in my life, that would have fucked my dad over even more than he already was screwing himself over. but it was nice to get it off my chest and to know how much my family hated her and was worried for us. it was hard for me to talk about, and i struggled to go into detail, but i’m glad i got it off my chest like i said. she deserved to know more than anyone, i think she cared the most. her and my mom were the closest after all.

i cried but it was cathartic. when we got home the atmosphere was light again and i was trying to deal with langston getting locked out and possibly needing to go home tonight but thankfully the key dude showed up and let him in. in case i had to leave tonight i went to see grandma! which was the first time i’d seen her in a long time, i should probably try to get up here on my own without katie more often. it was good to catch up. she’s getting knee surgery again soon. she’s getting old, i don’t want to forget to cherish her, or forget to make her feel as loved as she did for me. i love my grandma.

but yeah, after seeing grandma, we just came back home and have been kind of just chilling on our phones since then. obv i did not need to go back to the city tonight. i’m going to try to go tomorrow before the storm hits. tomorrow we might go to breakfast and then to the creamery for ice cream! that will be fun!

i’m so glad i came up here this weekend. i really needed it!!

#journal #05.21.22

[schooldance101]

The Christmas Gala

The Christmas Gala- 

Summary: So Daisy  decides to ask Bruce if she can invite her friend to the gala, because they're boring. He says yes and panic (from her friend) begins.

You can choose if Daisy or Priscilla are the reader character. 

Bruce Pov-

     It was supposed to be a peaceful morning, but of course it wasn't, it never is. I have my breakfast in silence because miraculously everyone is asleep. Have a few hours before my meeting with the party planner for the gala.  Then Daisy bolts down the stairs that might just match Flash's. She started talking really fast about something. 

"Slow down Daisy, I can't understand you" 

"Sorry, What I was saying was, Could I invite my friend Priscilla to the gala next week?"

"If I say yes will you leave me alone?"

"Yes"

" Your friend can come to the gala", She thanked me and  went on her merry way.

Daisy Pov-

" Cella guess who said you can come to the gala"

"WHAT, He said yes I only agreed to going because I never thought your dad would actually let me come, plus you were getting annoying"

" He was tired, Father would do anything for me to go away from him when he's tired, You know about my stubbornness, I don't give up"

At this point Priscilla knows she should have remembered, and she is defeated. Then for the next hour she panics about everything from her outfit to what my family would think of her. Bold of her to think I give 2 $hits what my family thinks of my friends, also she's the sweetest person ever, anyone who could hate her has something wrong with them. Wait... actually you might  want to scratch that, I mean my family is....not the most mentally stable people, but whatever.

In the end she decides to wear one of her aunt's dresses from a high school dance. It's green and I decided to wear one of her grandma's red dresses I found at her apartment.

Everything is set now, just wait a week.

Priscilla Pov-

I arrived at 5:30 p.m,  Daisy told me to get there so she could bring me inside. So I’m with her because if you didn't know her house is freaking huge. Also that is about the time the gala starts, evidence that only a few people are here. So now she and I are in the corner talking and waiting for her brothers to get there so we can meet or in Damian’s case actually talk to him( Bruce and her met when she dropped Daisy’s dress off during the week). 

Damian and Daisy go to Gotham Academy, which isn’t surprising because that’s where all the rich kids go, and I go to Gotham public school, (I don’t know what name it sooo, basic it is). But because the schools are pretty close to each other the extra curricular stuff is combined so, I see Damian in the halls sometimes, or he will briefly talk to Daisy, while I am next to her. But never actually got introduced if you want to get technical.

I see 2 men coming toward us, 1 is tall, with black flowy hair, the other is slightly shorter, also black hair, but his hair is longer in the front, the rest is shorter. So if the world’s stalking information is correct the taller one is Dick and shorter one is Tim. They say hi, we’re introduced, and they continue their conversation with Daisy joining, while I zone out people watch. These rich people make some interesting faces when they think no one is looking.

Daisy pulled me out of my thoughts, because apparently I was so out of it I didn’t realize Jason and Damian had arrived. Jason was by far the tallest, about 6 ft, from what I could tell, black hair with a white streak, and a bunch of scars. Daisy introduced me and Jason sat next to me while Damian had Dick sit between him and Jason. Interesting. 

An hour or So later all we bickered with each other, more of them arguing with me once in a while adding my opinion, and a lot of old people (40-60’s) kept looking at us. I mean…these guys and Daisy are admittedly  attractive, but have a little respect people. I am just chilling when Jason whispers in my ear.

“So what do you think of the higher class?”

“Interesting, a lot of the adults look like they are eye fucking the people at this people”My response causes Jason to burst into laughter, and when asked what’s so funny, he tells them, and basically to sum up the rest of the night we talk, the oldies continue being creepy, and etc.    

All photos from Pinterest

#damian wayne #jason todd #tim drake #dick grayson #bruce wayne #batsiblings

[livingfancyfree]

the four day weekend

There are some perks to an office job and that includes the PTO/vacation time. In addition to 12 paid holidays, I have 30 PTO days to use, with the option to carry over 10 to the following year. Since I always carry over the 10 as a just in case, that gives 20 days to use throughout the year. The last vacation I took was in January 2020 to Disney with my friend and before that, in 2018 to the Poconos with my husband (I realize I will be mentioning him a lot so he will henceforth be Husband). We got married in November 2019 but didn’t get a chance to go on a honeymoon before the world shut down and since then, there hasn’t been the time or money to travel. So those 20 days sit around. I take off the day after Easter (I typically give up drinking during Lent so Easter I allow myself to let loose), maybe a day in July or August when my sister has off from teaching, and that’s it until the fall.

In September I’ll take off about 3-4 for my birthday, then it’s heavy loading on days off in November and December. This year, I’m off essentially every Monday the last two months of the year with a couple other days thrown in, it’s great. And one of the reasons I get to enjoy all this free time is because I don’t have to save my days for a child’s potential illness, school closure, school commitments, etc. My mom was lucky that my sister and I were fairly healthy and, if we did need to leave school early, my grandma was usually available to pick us up and take care of us, but her days were never guaranteed to be her own until we graduated. Even now, she still uses some of her days for activities related to us. In September, she took off the day before my birthday party and the day before my sister’s engagement party so she could prepare food for the two days. We appreciate what she did for us and we didn’t force her to use the time off but she did it for us.

I’m appreciative that I get to use my time off that I work for towards my own relaxation. This week in New Jersey, public schools were off on Thursdays and Fridays for teacher conventions. My sister had off from teaching and since we’ve both had jam packed weeks since September, we decided to make the most of the free time. I took off on Friday and we got some treats and watched 4 episodes of the Great British Bake Off. We usually watch the show

together but haven’t had the time so our day was saved purely for that. It was a nice lazy day hanging out.

Then Saturday I did a nice workout, watched Saw 2 for the first time (little underwhelmed by it to be honest), did a Target run with Husband and got some Japanese take out, and spent the evening chilling and finishing reading the first Vampire Dairies book. A perfectly lazy Saturday.

Today I did the shopping before another workout, got a stew going in the Crockpot, and hung out with my sister while she painted her room. I took off from work for Monday, giving me a nice four day weekend, and it will be a little busier with chores but it will be at my own pace and once I get bored, it’ll be back to reading and maybe watching a little more Lost season 2.

The free time is mine. Sure, there are the responsibilities of taking care of the house, making sure the kitchen is cleaned up, the lawn is mowed, laundry is done and actually put away, but the only creature to take care of apart from myself is my cat. Right now he’s content to just lay on my lap and enjoy the body warmth since it’s a nice chilly New Jersey day. The time I took off was at my discretion, it was for me and me alone. With the time, I didn’t have to worry about running a child to any activities (I worked at the YMCA during fall soccer and let me tell you, I saw parents sitting in 40-something degree rain enough times to know I did not want to be dealing with that), I didn’t have to feed a child throughout the day or entertain them. Being lazy was fine because it didn’t affect anyone else. 

I see my in-laws who don’t get their weekends to themselves because they are constantly attached to their young children (the oldest is 5 and goes down to 1). They’re too young to be left alone and they also want to play with their parents. It’s sweet but the majority of their childrens’ waking hours when they are at home is devoted to doing what the children need. Children are needy little buggers, as they should be. At that young age, they can’t cook for themselves, they can’t be trusted to be safe with their decisions. Not devoting the time to them

is neglectful and the children don’t deserve that.

I like having my freedom during the weekend and after work. At the end of the workday, I’m exhausted. By the weekend, I just want to stop for a bit and watch TV, read my book, if my husband is home spend some time with him. Adding another 1-2 lives into the mix would significantly alter that time I would have just to myself. Husband works 6-7 days a week, odd hours, you think I’m getting to relax like I do now if we had kids? Not a chance, and that was a big factor in our decision.

Husband said that while having kids would be nice, he wasn’t sure if he would be able to give up his own free time like he would be expected to do. And let me tell you, I very much appreciate him being honest about that. The last thing I would want is for us to have kids with the expectation that we would both be giving up our time as equally as we could just to have him drop the ball. That would not fly with me and I would rather him say up front that it wouldn’t happen than find out when it was too late.

And that’s one of the big discussions that needs to be had before having kids. I know too many people who didn’t have any legitimate talks before getting pregnant (a lot of the pregnancies I’ve seen in my life have actually been whoopsies, some have turned out well, many have not). It has an effect on the relationship and on the parenting. The children don’t deserve it, the partners in the relationship don’t deserve it. 

I’ll leave it with this: Unhappiness is preventable, just talk honestly and openly before making life altering decisions. If you love someone enough to consider taking the huge step of adding a child into the mix, then you should be able to have the deep conversations. If you don’t love someone enough to do that, then maybe you’re not with the right person or at the right point in your life. That’s okay, but maybe don’t do something rash that could have huge implications on your life and the life others.

I’m going to enjoy the rest of my Sunday evening. Dinner’s almost done cooking, Lost is getting intense, and I have more Vampire Diaries calling my name. Peace out until next time.

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[ranhaitanisgf]

owahhhh congrats on 2k!! this event is adorable,, can i request- ran haitani + delinquent & class president + sneaking out to go on a date with them. maybe some thing banter-y and just very indie romance type :D ahh i’m really excited to see what you come up,,, (i know it’ll be really cute) mwah~

— ran haitani // class president & delinquent // sneaking out to go on a date

[𖤐] hey bestie ur a genius for this. this is such ran vibes omfg. i'm sorry this took me sooooo gawddamn long (2 years) but it's finally here! i hope you all enjoyyy xoxo

wc: 850+

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“you’re so slow.” 

“can you shut up for two seconds, haitani?! i’m trying to focus here!!” you whisper-yelled, carefully taking very small steps down your roof. even from up here, you could see the teasing smirk on his face. 

“i think even my grandma has snuck out of her nursing home faster.” 

“will you be quiet?! do you want me to fall off and break my neck?!” ran only snickered at your annoyance, making you want to roll your eyes at him. you didn’t dare to take your eyes off from watching where you were stepping. 

once you got to the edge of your roof, you started to get a little nervous. although your bedroom is only on the second floor, it seemed like a lot longer of a drop from where you stood now. the nervousness of sneaking out plus the nervousness of having to jump off the roof both were making you have second thoughts. 

“are…are you sure you’ll be able to catch me…?” ran put a hand to his chest, acting offended. 

“i feel quite wounded that you have such little trust in me, prez.” the teasing lilt in his voice went away though as he looked at you, seriousness in his eyes. “seriously though, do you really think i would let you get hurt?” 

“no…” 

“then there’s no reason to worry your pretty little head over it. just get down here so we can go~”

you swallowed, feeling your legs shake a little bit. 

“okay, i’m gonna go now.” you said, looking at ran below you. his arms were already outstretched, waiting for you to jump down. 

“i’ve got you.” you heard him say. your eyes closed, hyping yourself up for a moment. 

yeah, i can do this. 

with one last breath in, you jumped off the roof, squealing a bit as you fell. you’d closed your eyes on instinct, not wanting to see the outcome if ran somehow didn’t manage to catch you. you resumed your breathing when you felt his arms wrap around your waist, keeping you from reaching the ground. 

“see, i told you i would catch you.” you heard. opening your eyes, you looked up to see ran looking down at you with a smirk across his lips. 

his very soft and kissable lips. 

“y-yeah, whatever…” you mumbled, trying to pull out of his grasp. it was to no avail though; he was holding onto you tight. 

“awh, why are you trying to get away from me? don’t you wanna give me a kiss for being your knight in shining armor-” 

“shut up! fine!” you screwed your eyes shut, pressing your lips against his for just a moment. even just for that moment, the warmth from his lips warmed your almost immediately, despite the cold chill from the night. he tried to keep your lips for longer, but you already pulled away before he could try. “can we go now, i don’t need anyone in the house waking up.” ran let go of you, a playful expression on his face as his retrieved his keys from his pocket, walking towards his motorcycle. 

“as you wish, prez.” he teased, settling in the front of the bike as he patted the back, signaling you to get on. 

“and stop calling me that.” you grumbled, climbing onto the back and wrapping your arms loosely around his waist. ran chuckled, looking back at you. 

“no chance for that, prez.” 

“whatever…let’s just go already…” you mumbled, pressing your cheek against his warm back. you hadn’t brought a jacket with you, so the warmth from his body was more than welcome. 

“y’know, i wonder how everyone from school would react if they knew that their student council president was sooo in love with me that they jumped off of a roof and snuck out just for a date~?” you lightly hit ran’s arm as he laughed, turning the key in the ignition for his bike. 

“if you ever tell anybody about this, i will never kiss you again-eep!” your words were interrupted by ran suddenly pressing on the gas, making the bike jolt forward and rev quite loudly. you instinctively tightened your grip around his waist, holding on a lot tighter than you previously were. 

“that’s a little better, don’t you think?” he teased. “you were sitting so far back i would’ve thought that we were just acquaintances-” 

“ran, do you ever shut up? you know i love you, so let’s just go already before the rev of your stupid bike wakes everyone up.” 

“sorry, what was that? i didn’t quite catch that.” 

“the rev of your bike-”

“mmm, before that.”

“you know what i said.” 

“i don’t know, i don’t think i could hear it over the rev of my stupid bike.” you scoffed at his words, glad that he couldn’t see the smile across your lips. 

“i love you.” 

“that’s more like it, prez. i love you too, (y/n).” your heart warmed at his words, pulling yourself a little closer to him. 

and then your heart dropped when you heard the rev of his bike. 

they definitely woke up…

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[foryoureyesdear]

June 19th, 2023

For your eyes only,

I am currently sitting in the Centurion Lounge at Charlotte, NC Airport. I just spent fathers day weekend with my Grandpa, Grandma, and Dad. It’s my mom’s birthday and I’m flying back to NY to spend time with her and my brother.

What a lovely weekend it was. Funny story, I flew into the wrong airport initially. I had to take an uber to a bus to a train, just to finally get within my grandparents reach to pick me up and bring me to their newly built home.I love their new home, not as much as I love their previous home in the Pocono of course. That house was everything. The smell, the homeiness, the clutter, the SIZE, the fun, the memories. We even had our hands imprinted into the walls of the house. How could I not mis it? It’s such a huge part of my youth. 

I wish I made more of an effort to go ee the house in it’s last days. Or I at least wish I knew the last time I was there, would actually be, the last time I was there.

Anyways I love their new house, It feels just like the one from my childhood, jut more intimate and less hectic. 

The first day I got in we just had wine and Cava for dinner and watched guess who’s coming to dinner. I loved it. Not the movie, but watching the movie with my grandparents and seeing how much they enjoyed it.

The second day, I got some work done, and then went to lounge by the pool with my grandma. Tan a bit, gossip a bit. Me and grandma always gossip, It’s a new thing we’ve developed since becoming not necessarily closer, but just honest and blunt with each other. We’ve kind of dropped the PC family bullshit between each other. It’s a nice feeling. It’s a recent development, 

After the movie and 6 glasses of wine later me and grandma stayed up late talking about family drama while grandpa went to bed. We both shared how important we thought it was that my dad and my grandad connect this weekend, considering the fact that they have not even each other in 4+ years. It was nice to be open with someone about this topic. Especially someone who spends everyday with my grandpa. It was refreshing to hear her perspective. She shared more of her life story. I shared some of mine. I told her I was proud to be her granddaughter, and I admired how much her and my grandpa have overcome in their lives. She shared how similar she thought my dad and grandpa are with heir parenting habits. I agreed.

At the end of the convo we both thanked each other for being o open and honest. She said something that really touched my heart. She said “thank you for that conversation and opening up, It makes me feel included, and I’ve never felt that completely in this family.” We hugged and said goodnight and I slept like a baby.

Third day we went to a spa, got a massage, had some thai food. A pretty chill day. 

I got in an argument with Josh, and that took up the remainder of my evening. In summary he had a huge night with his photography. Shooting one of his favorite artists. When he tried to tell me about it the next day I tried to speak positivity into his future in photography and he rejected it. We talked it out later, he explained how that’s his way of protecting himself from disappointment and I expressed how I speak life into situations because It’s the way I was raied, even if it is anxiety inducing. I love him. We have our arguments like any other couple, but out arguments are so passionate. They have love, confusion, hurt, curiosity, and worry behind them. Not a sliver of hate, anger, or vindictiveness.

The fourth day my dad came. I love seeing my dad. I don’t see him often these days. At first I was a bit frustrated with him. He was doing that thing where it seems like he’s only spending time with everyone, to tell others around him that he spends time with his family. Once I let go of that feeling and really looked at him, I could see a man who was exhausted, who made an effort to his family after non stop travel for work. A man so imperfect but makes and effort, In his own little fucked up way. I love my dad. As angry as I am with him for the past, I love him for the man that he tried to be. And the man that he still has the potential to be? I don’t know. But I cry like a baby after every time I see him recently. Hurt tears, but loving ones.

I asked my grand dad  to have a talk with my dad. A heart to heart. He said he would. Idk if he ended up doing it. But, I’m happy I made the effort to heal wounds between them. I t may help heal the wounds between me and my dad? Who knows.

We had Lobster and steak for fathers day. I baked a blueberry pie. It was okay to me, but everyone said they love it, so it was a success to me. We spent some time chatting reminiscing. 

Then we watched stand up comics. Such a Law family thing to do. We watched Katt Williams, Earthquake, and finished off with Richard Pryor. Such a good time and a good laugh.

Which brings us to the present. Today. I missed my first flight to NY and I’m waiting for my next. Hopefully my mom’s birthday goes well and he’s not too upset that I’m late.