#we are learning about drugs at school. and i already knew they were bad but didn't know why exactly

[gators-aid]

decode (pt. 1) - toji f. x reader

masterlist | part two.

previously titled: leave us

you and toji fushiguro have been in an on-again-off-again relationship all throughout high school. over the summer break after graduation, you find out you're pregnant. too bad toji has already skipped town after your last breakup.

tags: fem!reader, childbirth (not explicit), cheating, gun violence, mention of domestic abuse (not between toji & reader), teen pregnancy (reader and toji are both 18-19 range), mentions of abortion, mentioned that toji sold drugs, americanized setting, non sorcerer universe, 00's setting, reader is megumi's mom, toji initially denies megumi is his, i aged up gojo, geto, and shoko so you can have some frens, exes to lovers (eventually), their relationship is toxic rn, not beta read we die like toji :(

wc: 2.3k

You knew your chances of making it out of this town were slim, but in the back of your mind you had always hoped that you would be one of the lucky few. Finally, you had made it to high school graduation without dropping out or being shot, but you did not make it out unscathed. 

Pregnant.

You didn’t find out until the summer after graduation, when you were still working out financial aid and payment plans with the money you had saved up working at a local diner for the past three years. Toji had already skipped town by then. It stung a little. Learning from his older brother that he had packed up in the middle of the night and left without so much as a goodbye was almost worse. Even though you broke up weeks before graduation, of course he had to throw in one more wrench in your life while he could.

It didn’t truly sink in until you told your mother. Your mother, who was so excited for you to get out of this town since she couldn’t. Who vowed to help you out with tuition payments to get you through school. It wasn’t until you saw her disappointed face that you became angry. Not only at Toji, but at yourself.

She had always warned you about Toji. How he was good for nothing, bad news, just a bomb waiting to go off. You, maybe too young, maybe blinded by love, brushed off her concerns. When he had to go to juvie for a couple months for an assault charge, you stuck by him until he got out. Filling his commissary account with the measly tips you earned from work when his family wouldn’t. Visiting him at every possible opportunity, even though the bus ride to the detention center was a three hour round trip. When he was shot in the shoulder and came to your window bleeding in the middle of the night, and you had awoken her, terrified to death that your boyfriend would bleed out in your bed. He refused to go to a hospital, meaning you and your mom had to stitch him up with rudimentary sewing skills. When he left a couple days later, you had sobbed into the bloody sheets your mom was helping you throw out. When you and Toji broke up for the first of many times, you had cried into her shirt for days on end. You ignored it all, and came crawling back to him every time. 

The first time was because he had cheated on you with a girl in the class above you two. She was older, more confident, more experienced. You had to find out through word of mouth when a friend of a friend had seen them making out at a party you had to ditch for work. At that point, you two had only been together for a couple of months. Probably a bad omen and a warning for how the rest of this relationship would go. You cheated on him with one of his (now ex) best friends to get back at him. You were both young and were each other’s first everything. You had no idea how to navigate a relationship’s complexities, especially one as serious and tumultuous as the one you two had. It only took a bouquet of roses and an apology to get you to come back (in addition to that one dude getting his ass beat).

There was another time when you two had gotten into an argument over his attitude that escalated into a breakup. It was triggered when he had smart mouthed you about a simple comment you made, to which you threw his cheating in his face and you two began to insult each other for the rest of the night. When you arrived home two hours after curfew that night, your mother just held you until you stopped crying.

Your final breakup, the one before graduation, was simply because you were terrified for him. He was selling drugs, and you could see him looking over his shoulder every time you two went out in public. You gave him an ultimatum, and clearly he hadn’t chosen you. He was in too deep, and you didn’t want to have him showing up shot at your house again. Or worse. 

You should have listened to your mother. It was all too much for high school kids. He could bring out the worst in you, but you figured that's just how it was here. You couldn’t count how many of your best friends had abusive boyfriends, abusive parents, lost loved ones to gun violence or something worse. Toji had never laid a hand on you, had never even threatened too, so at the time you thought you had it pretty good. 

But Toji wasn’t all bad. He had his flaws, had done some fucked up shit, but you had never felt more safe in your life than when you were with Toji. He wasn’t affectionate in public, but in private, his favorite thing in the world to do was caress your hair until you both fell asleep. He loved to sneak into your bedroom window after your mom went to sleep just to hold you until you drifted off. When you’d pull doubles almost every weekend at the diner, Toji would bring you food from your favorite restaurant, and you two would eat in his beat up pickup truck until you had to get back to work. When you would visit him in jail for those couple of months, he always had a drawing or an art project made as a gift for you to leave with. For your first christmas together, Toji bought you a beautiful gold necklace that you hadn’t taken off a single time until graduation. 

He put you head and shoulders above every other person in his life. He didn’t like to talk about his parents, but you knew they had given him the permanent scar on his lip in his youth. His brother was grade A asshole #1, and the uncle that he was placed with after a lengthy CPS investigation when he was twelve treated him more like a burden than a person. Toji clung to you. When it all got to be too much, and he was scared you would hurt him too, he would lash out. 

And now there was Megumi. Years ago, when graduation was far away and you and Toji were in a good phase, you two had a conversation about what you would name your kids. 

“Mmm.. I think I’d like to name her Megumi," he had stated. You two were in your room, whispering to each other as he had snuck in that night. 

“And if this hypothetical child were a boy?”

He paused for a second and thought. You giggled at his face as he took longer to ponder. “Probably still Megumi.” He had finally said. 

“Can I ask why that is?” You traced the lines of his bare abs under the covers.

He chuckled and leaned to hover above you on the bed. “Because if we have a child together, it’s a blessing for me either way, mama.”

He sure didn’t act like it. 

It was a cold day in December when you gave birth to Megumi. He came almost a month early, nearly a week before Toji’s birthday. You had wondered, when your mind wasn’t clouded with pain, what Toji was doing as you laid there in the worst pain you had ever felt in your life. Maybe he was out somewhere celebrating his birthday early. Maybe he was dead on the side of some road. You didn’t know, but you couldn’t afford to think about it too much. 

But when Megumi was born, you couldn’t bring yourself to do anything but love him more than anything in the entire world. 

When you found out you were pregnant, you would have aborted if you weren’t three months along. If you hadn’t had your friends at that time, you don’t know where you’d be today. Gojo, Geto, and Shoko had all grown closer to you after that summer. Some people you never expected to see after graduation became your lifelines. You guys had been friends in school, sure. Shoko was even the one to tell you about Toji’s cheating. You guys had never been close until the three of them saw you at work and started cooing over your baby bump. 

While your mom was the only one in the room during Megumi’s birth, those three waited outside for hours until they could meet your son. 

The moment Megumi was placed on your chest, and you had let go of your mother’s hand for the first time in hours, you knew that Megumi was the absolute love of your life. You would do anything for him. 

Over the course of your pregnancy, you hadn’t tried once to reach out to Toji. You were too hurt and angry to want anything to do with him. After Megumi was born, and you found yourself in your childhood bedroom with a crib in the corner, you decided you didn’t want Megumi to grow up without knowing his father, even if said father was a piece of shit. 

So you had called Toji. It was one in the morning. You had just put Megumi down for the third time that night and stepped outside onto the porch to dial Toji’s number. It had been almost a year since you had last heard from him. You didn’t fully expect him to pick up.  

“Hello?” you heard.

For a second, you couldn’t say anything. Frozen over hearing his deep voice for the first time in forever. Realizing just how much you had missed him. His voice was cold, but it was still his voice. You almost didn’t notice when you began to sob. 

“Y/N?” he asked, a bit frantic at the sound of you crying. “What’s going on? Are you ok?” For a moment you couldn’t catch your breath, almost gasping for air. “Answer me mama, what’s going on?” It took you a couple more minutes before you could compose yourself.

“Yes.. I’m sorry. I’m okay. I’m just..” 

It was silent from a moment. 

“Why are you calling me?” His panic from earlier completely dissipated, he was back to a monotone pattern of speech. You paused. Leaning up against the door to your mother’s house. Contemplating how to tell this man, who, if you’re honest, is probably the love of your life, that he has a son. 

“I, um, I have something to tell you.” You kicked a pebble off the porch and watched a car drive by. Toji said nothing, willing you to go on. 

“I… I gave birth last month..” you said. You could feel your nervous energy manifesting in the finger nail you began to chew on. “You have a son..”  It was cold outside, you gripped your sweater, one of Toji’s old ones, tightly around you and sat on the porch steps. You could see every bated breath in the frigid air.

For a moment there was nothing. It felt like forever, waiting for him to respond. Then he laughed. A cold, distant laugh. “How in the hell am I supposed to know if your kid is mine? I haven’t seen you in a year, I don’t know what the fuck you got goin’ on.” 

He was pushing you away, probably scared. You knew that. But you weren’t mature enough to call it out. You were emotional, vulnerable, and now you were angry. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You whispered into the phone. “Do you realize you ruined my whole life? Left me here without a word, all alone? Now you wanna… what.. Try to claim I was cheating on you or some shit?” As you spoke, your voice pitched higher and higher, rage building. 

“Who said anything about cheating?” He laughed. “You could’ve made your way around after you broke up with me. That’s your business.” You could hear people’s voices in the background, a woman said something to him on the other side, to which you could hear him distantly tell her to lay off. 

There were the tears again but this time they were of rage. “So you get to go out clubbing, leave this town, leave me, and when I call you to tell you about your own… your son, you wanna call me a liar?”

“Left you?” This was the first emotion other than indifference or arrogance you could hear in his voice. Anger. “You left me. Don’t push that shit on me. I don’t owe your ass nothin’.”

“I left you because you were selling fucking drugs, Toji. After I had asked you, I begged you to stop. You chose that over me. You. left. Me. Seems like I made the right fucking decision because I’m not having my fucking baby around that shit. Around you.” By this point, you were practically yelling. You moved from your position on the steps to a corner of the porch closer to your house, pacing as you argued.

He laughed, “That’s perfectly fine with me, I don’t wanna be around some other dude’s baby, not my responsibility.” 

Your teeth grinded back with every word. “I’m glad you think that way, Toji, because he won’t ever be around you. It’s fucking-” your voice cracked. “better that way.” 

“What you fucking call me cryin’, trying to push some random fucking baby on me but I’m the fucking bad guy? Fuck off. Dates don’t match.” 

“I’m not explaining myself to you, fucking asshole. Have a nice fucking life. I’m done with you.” You hung up before he could respond. 

For a second you just stood there, watching your cold breath linger into the night. Then, you leaned against the side of the house and slid down to the ground. 

No more crying over Toji Fushiguro. You won’t let yourself. You won’t give him another thought. You and Megumi will be just fine. 

please let me know how you felt about this story! i plan to post the next part super soon! send me prompts and asks if you want too!! this is my first fic in this fandom and also the first time i've written in years, so forgive the clunkiness!

also let me know if i missed any tags!

thank you <3

#toji fushiguro x reader #toji fushiguro #toji x reader #jjk x reader #toji x you #toji x y/n #jujutsu kaisen x reader

[ageofbajabule]

Miracle

Alt!Jake Kiszka x Female Reader

Word Count: 6.8 K

Warnings: Drug use (marijuana, coke), Alcohol consumption, Partying, Oral Sex (F! & M! Receiving) Unprotected Sex, Depression, Abandonment, Lying, Crying, Arguing, Fluff.

Author’s Note: Please note that this is an Alternate Universe! And it is fiction, if any of the warnings are potentially triggering to you then I suggest you move along and avoid this fic. (Also, please note that I would never ever depict any of the guys to be like this. We don’t know who they truly are and again this is simply fanfiction.) This is inspired by Bad Omens song Miracle off of their The Death of Peace of Mind album. Also picture credit to the lovely @holybananafuck she did an absolutely stunning job on bringing Miracle Jake to life🤍

Going to parties wasn’t typically your vibe. However your dorm roommates bribed you into going as it was the first big party since coming back from summer break. You would much rather be at home listening to your favorite bands, or painting your next masterpiece. You had taken it upon yourself to get a degree in Art and Philosophy. In hopes to become an Art teacher or a tattoo artist.

You didn’t need a degree of course to be a tattoo artist, but learning different techniques in art helped your creative mind. You had started an apprenticeship at your favorite tattoo shop. Abby had taken you under her wing to train you, she absolutely loved your portfolio. You had already been teaching yourself since your senior year of high school.

You had purchased a tattooing machine set, an insane amount of ink, needles, and of course tattooable practice skin. Abby had said within the next year you could have all of the training necessary completed before becoming an official tattoo artist for her shop. Getting the degree was a back up plan in case your tattooing career didn’t end up working out for you.

After getting ready, you had finally opted on wearing a red lace bodysuit, paired with black ripped jeans, and your Doc Martens. You grabbed your black and gray flannel as well, putting it on as the early fall was a little chilly. Being satisfied with how you looked, you and your friends left. The party thankfully wasn’t at a frat house, instead at Xavier’s house that his parents left him for the weekend.

You typically hung out with what others would typically say is “alternative people”. And there was nothing wrong with that, you liked the people you surround yourself with. It was a comfortable friend group you had come to know. However tonight there was a new face at this party, one you hadn’t seen before. Yeah you never went to parties, but you still almost knew everyone from going out bowling.

Walking past the mysterious man, you had pulled your friend Maddy to the side.

“Who is he?” You grabbed a cup making yourself a vodka soda.

She giggled softly, “That is Jake… He’s majoring in music I believe. And he’s been trying to get his band going… But other than that, there isn’t much to tell about him. All I’ve heard is that he’s good in bed.” She smirked, making herself a drink.

You weren’t really looking to have a hook up. But he drew you in, and couldn’t put a finger as to why. You nodded, taking a sip from your drink.

“However, I don’t think he’s one to settle down… Guess he likes the party life.” She shrugged.

Maddy ventured off to find her boyfriend while you stood off the side, watching Jake from a distance. He wasn’t that tall, but he was gorgeous. His hair rested just upon his shoulders, a chestnut brown. Tattoos traveling all over his arms, his shirt was a little torn by his chest revealing a chest piece to you. His hands adorned with rings, and his ears gauged, a small hoop in his nostril and an eyebrow ring.

He was your type, but you tried to steer away because most times it didn’t end well for you. But your feet were telling you otherwise and suddenly you were in front of him.

He turned to face you, smiling softly.

One look at your eyes, and I cave in…

“Sorry, Hi. I’m Y/N…” You said shyly, sticking your hand out.

He chuckled softly, shaking your hand. You could feel the calluses on his hands. A guitar player perhaps. “I’m Jake, it’s nice to meet you.”

“I’ve never seen you around before? Are you friends with Xavier?”

He raised an eyebrow to you, ��Yeah, good friends actually. Although it's funny, cause I’ve never seen you around before…”

You felt your cheeks warm, “I’m not typically one to party often.”

“A shame, it's nice to see such a pretty girl…” He mumbled, but you caught on.

You blushed, shaking your head lightly, “I’m not pretty. You’re just saying that.”

“I mean it…” He looked up at you with a twinkle in his eyes. He pulled a rolled joint from his flannel front pocket. “Wanna smoke?”

You nodded, as he led the way to the backyard of the noisy house. He sat down in front of the bonfire that was lit, weirdly enough no one was out back. So it was just the two of you. He placed the joint between his lips, bringing a lighter to light the end of it. Once it was lit, he took a couple puffs before handing it over to you.

You smiled softly, saying a thank you to him as you took a couple hits. Coughing slightly, you passed it back to him. “So tell me a bit about yourself.” He spoke with a bit of raspiness to his voice.

“Well, I’m attending university to get a degree in Art and Philosophy. While also doing an apprenticeship at my favorite tattoo shop. I hope to be a tattoo artist, and my sponsor thinks if I keep doing what I’m doing I’ll land a position for myself in no time.” You smiled softly, running your hand along your thighs nervously.

Jake nodded and smiled taking in what you had told him. “That’s amazing. I’ll have to check your work out sometime.” He smiled, taking a drag from the joint.

“So what about you?” You pulled the joint from his hand. He smirked softly.

“Music major, although I’m trying to get a band going with my brothers.” He grinned, shaking his head.

“A band, that’s really cool. Do you guys play often?” You took a drag, starting to feel the effects now.

“We have some gigs lined up to play at bars. Nothing crazy.” He shrugged, taking the joint back, finishing it off.

“You should see us sometime.”

“I’d like that…” You smiled softly.

The rest of the night you and Jake completely hit it off. The two of you had a lot more in common than you thought. And Maddy wasn’t lying when she said he was a party dude. The two of you played pong most of the night and kept winning every game. Eventually the two of you ventured off walking around the streets of the local frat homes as parties were starting to die out.

“Uh, did you want me to walk you back to your dorm?” He asked nervously.

“You don’t have too. I’m sure you want to get back to yours.” You felt your cheeks flush.

“No, I want to make sure you get back safely.” He smiled at you.

“Okay, it's just a couple blocks this way.” You smiled softly as you pointed in the direction.

He made sure to stay on your side, keeping you from stumbling into the street. As the two of you were still a bit drunk from your night out.

After a bit of walking you finally reach your dorm building as he walks with you up to your dorm room. Right outside your door.

“Well this is it.” You smiled at him.

He smiled softly, “Well I’ll leave you to it. It was nice meeting you Y/N.”

“You too Jake. I had fun tonight…”

“Uh, do you want to trade numbers?” His cheeks flushed.

You nodded, handing him your phone, as he switched yours out with his. After putting in your number, he finished putting his in yours.

“I’d like to get together again.” You grinned at him.

“Yeah of course. Have to get you to come see a gig.” He chuckled.

Then he leaned in closely, your breath starting to speed up as your lips touched. His lips are soft, satin and warm. It was a sweet small kiss.

One taste of the life, now I crave it

Then he pulled away, “Fuck. I’m sorry…” He chuckled nervously.

“No! It’s okay…” You blushed. “It would probably be best to leave it at that…”

He nodded, backing away slowly. “I’ll see you around love.” He said in a playful British accent.

After the small goodbye you retreated into your now empty dorm. You figured your roommates would be out for the rest of the evening and return in the late morning. So you decided to text Jake.

You: Thanks for walking me home. I appreciate it. And I’d love to see you play one night.☺️

Jake⚔️: Of course, I wouldn't have let you walk back all by yourself. And definitely! We have one coming up soon.

And that was the last you heard from Jake… You would reach out for the next few weeks hoping to hear back from him. But he completely ignored your messages. Maddy had told you that he probably wanted a hook up and since he didn’t get any he just dropped you.

You heard of him attending parties, and pretty much picking any chick he could find and leaving the party with them not too long after. Maddy had told you, she saw him snorting coke right off some chick's breasts the other night at a party. Making you see red, why were you even remotely upset?

Because you felt the two of you had a connection? But, maybe you had misjudged him.

It was Halloween weekend. All sorts of parties were going on this weekend so you were bound to run into Jake at one of them. You had different costumes to choose from. And the first night out you opted into a slutty nurse. (How original.)

Maddy helped pull your costume together by applying fake blood to it, and making sure your boobs perked out. You had gone for a dark makeup look and grabbed your wristlet. “Tonight, just forget about him! Clearly he’s missing out.” Maddy smiled at you softly.

“Don’t worry, I’m over it.” You lied through your teeth as you spoke. You weren’t over it, you still thought about how soft his lips were. How the two of you connected over music and wrecked ships. He was different to you…

Upon arriving at Xavier's house Maddy had left your side going and found Travis right away as she always did. You rolled your eyes playfully and went to the keg to get yourself a cup. You eyed around seeing if there was any sign of Jake. But alas no luck.

You ventured around, participating in drinking games as well as taking shots as you got further into the party.

Then you heard a familiar laugh, your ears perked up following the sound.

Coming to the outside balcony you see Jake dressed in a pirate costume with his arm wrapped around another girl, as he does a line off the table. You felt your blood boil…

It’s not too late to die for a reason

Jake’s eyes traveled towards you after he hit his line. His eyes widened as they locked with yours. You sucked your teeth nodding at him raising your cup then taking a long sip from it. Walking away from the scene, making way towards the bathroom down the hall.

Hearing footsteps tailing you, you felt your heartbeat grow faster.

“Y/N! Slow down.” Jake yelled for you.

You growled, “Why, Jake! Obviously you have no interest, you haven’t spoken to me in weeks! I’ve reached out and received radio silence.”

Jake groaned, “Things are just complicated.”

“Complicated my ass… You seem pretty fucking occupied with Slutty Nun back there.”

“As opposed to you being a Slutty Nurse?” He chuckled.

“How fucking high are you right now?” You grabbed his jaw looking at him closely.

“Don’t fucking start.” He pushed your hand away from his face.

“What else did you do besides coke? Are you on fucking molly, xanax?” You shook your head.

“What’s it to you?”

“Because Jake, you are trying to make something of yourself and taking this route will just make it worse.” You shook your head in disbelief.

“Listen just because you have your life together doesn’t mean I do, or that I have too.” He rubbed his nose.

“Wow Jake…. I thought you were different from others. But you just proved me absolutely wrong.”

“Honey, if you thought you would get something from me… It would’ve been one night and done.” He was standing dangerously close to you now. Smelling the hint of tobacco and teakwood off of him.

“Maybe I should’ve made it worth your while and did something that night.” You bit back.

“Why can’t you do something now?”

You giggled loudly, “After you’ve clearly been with another chick this whole night?”

Fall down on the sword you were swinging

Jake, wrapped his hand around your waist pulling you close. “Come on…”

I wanted to dress a blade up in red, with both of our necks

You melted into his touch pulling him into the bathroom. The alcohol had made you desperate for him. You were so drunk your anger you felt towards him had vanished making you vulnerable to him.

“Tell me you want this…” He held your face in his hands softly.

“I want this…” You pleaded to him, pulling him in for a heated kiss.

He wrapped his hand around your neck pulling your hair with his hand as his tongue slipped into your mouth. Tasting the whiskey on his breath. You melted into him, moaning softly into him, earning a groan from him as he locked the bathroom door.

You tug him closer to you, resulting in him lifting you up to place you on the counter. He pressed you against the mirror, trailing kisses down your neck leaving sloppy wet kisses.

“Jake…” You whined out, feeling the heat between your legs.

Like he knew what you needed, his hand moved to your clothed pussy. Pulling your thong off in a swift action stuffing them into his pants pocket.

“Fucking crying for me, aren’t you sweetheart…” He kissed your lips sloppily and his two fingers collected your slick, feeling how wet you were for him. “God… you’re gonna be the death of me…”

He licked his two fingers, humming contently before getting down to eye level with your cunt. He wrapped his lips around your bundle of nerves making you yelp, as your hands reached down to grip onto his hair.

He starts kneading his hands around your ass, pulling you closer to his face. Shaking his head back and forth like a starved man, lapping you up.

“Oh fuck…” You whine, as your back arches as you lean your head against the mirror.

Jake then slips two fingers, pumping and curling them at a steady pace. Grazing that spot that is ever so sweet inside of you. You felt yourself getting closer.

He pulls away for a brief moment, still pumping his fingers. “Come on angel, give me it. Drown me in it.”

Something inside of you snapped, as he reattached his mouth. He went into a frenzy, continuing to eat you out bringing you down from your high. He lapped up every inch of you, pulling away from your convulsing body, his lips glistening from you.

You pulled him up by his shirt grabbing his face to kiss him roughly, tasting yourself on him. Humming against his lips. He rutted his hips against you, feeling his hard, hot thick self pressing against you.

You pushed him back slightly, hopping off the counter. Pushing him against the counter, going onto your knees you undo his pants pulling them down to his knees, springing his cock free. Throbbing, the tip red and leaking with arousal. Taking your hand you wrap it around him, pumping him slowly, taking your thumb and rolling it over the tip as he shudders beneath you.

“Don’t be a tease baby.” He looked down at you, his eyes bloodshot and filled with lust.

Giving him your best doe eyes you smile softly, licking the tip slowly and languidly before taking him into your mouth. He groans as his head rolls back, as he relaxes against the counter.

Teasing him slowly, by flicking your tongue around his head, then took him far enough for the tip of his cock to hit the back of your throat, beginning to bob your head. His hand reached to gather your hair from your face. Letting out a moan against him, causing him to buck his hips causing you to slightly gag but you continued on breathing through your nose.

After a little while of bobbing your head and using your hand to pump the rest of his length. He eventually took control by grabbing your hair. “Just let me know if it gets to be a bit much. Tap on my leg.”

You nodded at him, as he then began to fuck your mouth. Feeling tears spill out the side of your eyes as he kept driving into your mouth, succumbing to his destiny. He was in an absolute haze. “God your mouth is fucking perfect…”

Somehow you managed your breathing to keep yourself from gagging, you hollowed your cheeks out as he kept thrusting. Eventually you felt him twitching, hearing him groan and watching his face contorted in pleasure he finally released down your throat. As you take every last drop of him, making sure to remember his distinct taste.

Jake eventually pulls back, cupping your cheek as he looks down at you. “So fucking beautiful.” He picked you up kissing your lips softly, getting a taste of himself.

The door then rattled as someone was trying to get in.

“Bathrooms occupied!” Jake yelled as you gathered yourself.

“Come on man you’ve been in there forever! Stephanie’s getting all fucking weird dude and asking for you.” A guy yelled back to him.

You looked at Jake as you stood up, adjusting your costume. “I guess you better tend to Slutty Nun…” You scoffed.

“Y/N, don’t do this. We can-“

“No Jake, this. This was obviously a mistake…” You felt your head throbbing. You then exited the bathroom quickly vanishing from the party.

But I wasn’t able, and I wasn’t stable, I guess

Jake’s POV

You felt like you were drowning, planning all these gigs. Trying to maintain your grades, and keeping up with whatever you had going on. The only things that kept you afloat were your music and drugs…

“Jake, come on dude! Get your fucking shit together.” Your youngest brother smacked you on the side of your head.

“Yeah, cause that’s gonna solve all my fucking problems man!” You cracked your neck, standing up slowly.

“You have been late to practice every fucking time we schedule it. And the gigs you’ve been slacking off man. You fucking wanted this, and now you’re throwing it away. What is your problem?” Sam got into your face.

“My problem! You want to know what my fucking problem is!? Its fucking everything. Everything I’ve ever worked for I just fuck up Sam, I don’t have brains like you, Josh or Danny. I just make stupid fucking mistakes and deal with the consequences all on my own. And I’m just a fucking mess.” You pushed him back. Causing Josh and Danny to intervene.

“Yo man, walk it off.” Danny called out.

“No, you know what. Fuck this, and fuck you guys.” You packed your guitar up and left the studio. Driving to god knows where, whichever girl was wanting to fuck you was all you could think about. Of course you thought about Y/N but you pushed her into the back of your mind. All that would be is heartbreak and disappointment.

She didn’t deserve that from you. She needed better and you couldn’t offer that to her, not with your fucked up mentality.

But nevertheless I’m fucking depressed

Another party you were off to. Travis was throwing one this time around, you knew it probably wasn’t best to go considering Y/N would probably be there. But so fucking what. You were so far gone it wouldn’t have mattered. Just as long as you had your bump, booze and a girl by your side.

Throughout the night you kept yourself busy, drowning in your sorrows. Getting a bump whenever you could, and flirting with all the girls that came through. Like you were testing the waters of who would come home with you tonight.

You were so far gone, you could barely stand straight. You ended up sitting on the lounge chair on the deck outside. Lighting up a blunt, smoking it by yourself, while some of your buddies eventually joined you. The four of you bullshitted, then out of nowhere you could hear her. You bit your lip nervously, standing up telling the guys you were just getting another drink.

Making your way into the house, you accidentally bump into her. “Jesus christ!” She yells.

You both look at each other. “Jake…”

“Y/N…”

“I um. Wasn’t expecting you here.” She wrapped her arms close to her chest.

“Don’t worry, I won’t waste your time darling. Going to get myself a drink and maybe another bump or a fuck.” The drugs and alcohol were taking over.

“Real classy Jake. Don’t you think it's time you grew up?” She scoffed.

“I’m grown baby, what’s the harm in having fun?” You smirked.

“Getting fucking high on god knows what and drunk every night is not having fun Jake. You bailed on your last gig.”

“Keeping tabs on me now?” You looked at her with wide eyes.

“Not keeping tabs, Josh asked me to come out. We are lab partners, you know.” She rolled her eyes.

“Look I don’t give a shit. You’re not shit…”

You watched her face get red as her eyes welled up with tears. “Jake I honestly wish you the absolute fucking worst. You are so fucked up… What is wrong with you? How can you think this is okay?” She was starting to get loud with you.

“I’ve been fucked up, you didn’t notice from day one. Haven’t you heard the stories? I’m a fucking mess baby… And no one is ever going to change that. I’m not going to give you what you’re looking for… I don’t do relationships. So stop fucking trying to fix me.” You yelled into her face. Causing her to cower back and she began to sob quietly to herself excusing herself from you.

You punched the wall beside you, screaming to yourself. How much more of a fuck up can you be…

So you stormed off and found some passable looking chick that was down to just fuck. You didn’t care you needed to blow off steam. Get your mind off things, off of her. And this was the way you went about it.

I hide it with sex, and drink till it's fatal

It’s so fucking painful

It’s a mess

The next few weeks you just drown your sorrows with booze, drugs and any chick that was down for whatever with you. Eventually Josh was fed up with you fucking your life up. Waking up with the worst hangover ever. Josh came barging into your room.

“Alright man, I’ve been letting shit slide for too fucking long. You need to sober up. This isn’t fucking you man. What has got you all fucked up?”

Your head was pounding as you adjusted to the real world. “She’s got me fucked up… She’s so.”

“She’s got you fucked up? You got her fucked up!” He was angry. “She called me last night fucking crying, I could barely understand a word out of her. Do you like fucking up the good ones Jake?”

“Of course not!” You felt yourself getting angry, not at your twin. At yourself.

“Then what the fuck is your deal?”

“I need help man… I need something…”

So give me something beautiful

So give me something else

“Jake… you have to want to help yourself… I can’t just.” He sighed.

“I can’t lose her.” You choked out.

“I honestly think that was the last straw…”

“Josh. Please, I need to get better. For us, the band. For her.” You were crying now.

“Well, what did you think was going to happen acting like that?” He sighed sitting beside you.

“I think I love her. But I just, I’m scared. Is that how it’s supposed to be? Am I supposed to be scared of this feeling…”

“Brother… I think you are scared from something actually working out for once. She is… She is exactly what you want in someone. And, man- you need to get your act together.” He rubbed your shoulder.

“So help me…”

I need another miracle

I really need some help, I need a miracle

Her POV

Spring semester had started, you were focused on your apprenticeship. Excelling in it, just as you suspected. You had grown close with Josh, becoming quite close even with the hurt Jake had put you through. Josh had apologized for his brother's actions even though it had nothing to do with it. As Jake was his own person and could own up to his own actions.

“Just come to our show Saturday.” Josh smiled softly, paying for your guys’ coffee.

“Josh… I don’t know.” You sighed quietly.

“I swear on my life. It will be worth it. And Jake… He. He’s better.” He beamed.

You looked at him with a serious look, but there was hope in his eyes. Hope that you would go, in not just support of him but the rest of them.

“Fine. But if Jake does some fucked shit, I’m a goner.” You had a serious tone, grabbing your coffee as it was called.

“I promise, he’ll be on his best behavior.” He smiled softly. “And besides, I want you to meet this guy I’ve been seeing… His name is Ethan. And I want to know what you think of him.” He blushed talking about this new guy to you.

“Okay, well now you just have to fill me in on everything!” You giggled softly as the two of you went on your daily walk.

Who’s left when we’re all for the taking?

Saturday came, you had opted to wear jeans and a t-shirt for the gig they were playing at the local bar. You didn’t want to wear anything flashy as you were going in support of your friends' band.

When arriving at the bar, you decided to start a tab getting yourself a Tequila Soda. You opted to sit at the bar with the perfect view of the stage. Seeing Danny and Sam finishing up on setting the stage up. While noticing Josh out of the corner of your eye, you waved to him with him waving back.

In a couple of minutes the guys hit the stage, as you watched them step onto the stage. You felt your heart start to beat quickly when you noticed Jake had actually made it. You drank the rest of your drink asking the bartender for another, as the guys started out their show.

Throughout their set, you paid close attention to Jake and how he played. You haven’t been able to see them just yet so you were mesmerized by his skills. You knew Josh had a beautiful voice from the times you’ve hung out. But you didn’t know Jake was amazingly talented.

Although in the back of your head all you could picture was how he had treated you. And how fucked up he was the last time you saw him, it had you wondering if he had gotten his act together. Or if he was still the same old prick you were facing the last two times.

No lives left to bet on obeying

Once their hour long set was finished, Josh had rushed over to you embracing you into a hug. “I’m so glad you came! What did you think?” He pulled back, raising an eyebrow.

“You guys are amazing! You didn’t tell me the talent you all had!” You playfully punched his arm.

“Jake has. Something’s changed, and honestly I think it makes us sound better.” He smiled softly.

You gave a hurt smile, that you knew he wouldn’t pick up on. And order the two of you a drink. “So where is this lovely Ethan?”

“He should be coming back soon, he went to the bathroom before I came over here.” He smiled while taking his drink you got him.

“Over here!” Josh flagged him down to join you two.

“Sorry, it was crowded as fuck over there.” Ethan giggled softly, embracing you into a hug. “I’m Ethan, you must be Y/N! Josh always talks about you.”

“The one and only. Best lab partner ever! But also the bestest friend.” You smiled softly. You were happy to see Josh glow with him, yet you felt a pang as you were missing out on something like that.

For the next hour you learned a lot about Ethan and came to find that he was going to school for film. Which was one of the many reasons Josh was so interested in him. Ethan had even offered to be one of your clients for when you can start tattooing on actual clientele which would be relatively soon.

Suddenly you felt a tap on your shoulder, looking over to see it’s Jake. You took a deep breath smiling softly.

“Hey… Is it okay if we, uh. Talk?” He scratched the back of his neck.

“Sure…” You stood up from the bar stool telling Josh and Ethan you would be back.

What are we calling it?

You felt your nerves practically shaking. You were scared, excited, and had all these emotions going at the same time. The two of you decided to step by the one area that wasn’t as crowded in the building.

“So um.” He started nervously.

“Before we continue I just want to make sure… You’re sober right?” You felt bad for asking, but wanted to make sure this wasn’t going to be another bad evening.

“I’ve cut out the hard drugs… I’m just smoking and drinking now. But I’ve barely had anything tonight.” He looked at you with honesty in his eyes.

“Okay… go on.”

“Look, I know I haven’t been the best person out there… And I know I’ve completely avoided you, abandoned you and was overall and outright dick to you. And that wasn’t fair to you…” He took a deep breath.

What does it cost?

“I was just… In over my head, when you found me. I didn’t know how to handle myself, or what to feel or how to feel. I’ve been broken for a very long time. And I just…. I love you to death-” He looked at you before you cut him off.

“But I’m drowning…” You sighed softly, looking into his sad eyes.

He tilted his head with tears threatening his eyes, stepping closer to you. He grabbed your hands, lifting them into his.

What are we calling it?

What does it cost?

“Jake you… You have put me through so much… And-“

Suddenly his lips crashed into yours pulling you closely to him. As you kissed him back passionately cupping his cheeks with your hands, as his wrap around your waist.

So give me something beautiful

The two of you separated from one another slowly, taking a breath. As you steady yourselves, looking at one another.

“You have to mean it Jake… You can’t just throw love around-“

“I do mean it! I- I’ve been cleaning my act up since. Josh practically knocked sense into me… I just. I’m stubborn and a fucking handful.” He gave a sly smile as he chuckled. “I just… ever since. Fuck I don’t even want to speak of her really. I just never believed I could love again… yet here you are.”

“Like I’m some sort of miracle…” You giggled softly looking at him.

He shook his head, smiling softly. “Yeah… like a miracle. Come on… Let’s get out of here.” He grabbed your hand.

“Wait! I have to tell Josh.” You looked at him with pleading eyes.

“Fine, I don’t want him thinking I scared you off again.”

The two of you walked back to the bar together standing beside Josh. “Hey, we’re gonna leave. Everything’s alright.” You whispered to him, smiling softly. “Now you have a fun evening with Ethan, and it was so lovely meeting you!” You hugged the both of them before closing your tab out and leaving the bar with Jake.

“You and Josh must’ve gotten really close, huh?” He smiled softly, walking you to his car.

“Yeah, we have. He’s honestly one of my best friends now…” You smiled softly as Jake opened the door for you to get into his car. Getting into his car you put your seatbelt as he gets around to the other side.

The drive back to the apartment he and his brother shared wasn’t too far from the bar. And surprisingly wasn’t too far from your dorm room either. The campus had everything relatively close to one another, which was a nice advantage.

After Jake parked his car, he got out helping you out of his car. The two of you walked up two flights of stairs before coming to the door of his apartment.

“I apologize if it's a mess… Partially my fault. But we’re managing.” He chuckled, taking his shoes off, as you did the same.

“It’s fine really. At least you have your own place. I stay in a shitty dorm.” You giggled softly.

“So…”

“Well, you have me here. All alone…” Speaking in a sultry tone.

“That I do…” He smiled pulling you close to him and he pecked your lips softly. Before pulling you in for a deeper, heated kiss.

You reciprocated back, wrapping your arms around his neck as he hoisted you up carrying you to his room. Giggling against his lips softly, he placed kisses against your jawline. As he got into his room he shut the door laying you on the bed softly.

He trailed kisses down your neck, as your hands played with his hair. You felt a flood of arousal to your panties, his hands went underneath your shirt, toying with your bra as he unhooked it, removing it while pulling your shirt off as you assisted him.

“You’re so beautiful…” He smiled, capturing your lips again, while using his one hand to massage your breast while the other toyed with your nipple. Eliciting a whine from you. That same nipple he latched his mouth, licking and nibbling at your hardened nipple.

“Fuck, Jake…” You left out a quiet moan.

“Don’t be shy baby, it’s just us…” He smiled softly, encouraging you.

Tugging his shirt off, you can see his bulge through his tight black jeans. Just wanting to be set free, you started to undo his buckle to help make the process quicker. After a little bit of back and forth shared kisses the two of you were finally completely bare in front of one another. You blushed as you covered yourself up slightly with his comforter.

“Baby…” He tilted his hand crawling over to you. “S’just me… You want to treat that pretty pussy nice?” He smiled softly, lowering himself as he peppered kisses along your stomach.

You nodded as a whimper escaped your lips. “Treat it real nice…”

He smiled softly, kissing the inside of your thighs leaving marks behind. Once he nestled himself, he licked a slow stripe causing you to shudder. After his first taste back he hummed, “I’ll never get over this…” Attaching his lips to your bundle of nerves, he continues to lick and flick his tongue. Earning nothing but profanities and cries of his name.

He then moved down a little to nestle his nose right against your clit as his tongue was prodding your entrance. He continued to fuck you with his tongue as he shook his head back and forth causing you to get closer to your orgasm. You felt your legs start to wrap his head, but he used his hands to hold them as he kept lapping at you.

“Oh, god. I’m…” You tilted your head back as your orgasm rippled through you. Your legs began to shake, as Jake licked every drop he could get. Before coming up and kissing your lips softly.

“I could get used to that…” You giggled softly, caressing his cheek.

“I’ll do it whenever you want, however you want, angel…” His cheeks were pink as he smiled at you. He went to the night stand to grab a condom.

“Wait.”

He looked at you, raising an eyebrow, “What’s the matter?”

“I’m on the pill, and I’d much rather… Feel all of you.” You blushed.

He smiled, retreating back, and looking at you. “You’re positive you want to do it without it?”

“Unless you’re not telling me something?”

“I’m as clean as I can be.” He chuckled softly, “I’m always prepared.” He lined himself up with you, tapping his cock against your sensitive clit before pushing into you.

You placed your hands on his arms as he slowly dragged his cock into you. Letting you adjust to him, feeling the slight burn from the stretch. After a little his thrusts became a steady pace to help ease you. You could feel him throbbing and pulsing inside of you, earning a moan from you.

“You feel like heaven…” He groaned as he brought his head down to kiss your lips softly. You groaned against his lips as his pace picked up. You wrapped your legs around his waist pulling him in closer as his hips snapped with purpose.

“Fuck” You moaned out again, as his mouth moved to suck on your tit licking and bitting at the nipple. His thrusts became more harsh as he fucked you harder, hearing you skin meeting one another as it bounced off the walls.

Jake eventually pulled back, to watch where you two connected, watching as he fits perfectly with you. He slowed down to do long languid thrusts watching you fall apart on him. He spits directly onto your pussy, taking his thumb rubbing circles causing you to go into your second orgasm of the night.

After letting you come down, he then pulls out earning a whine from you, as he smiles softly. “Come on baby… I want to watch you.” He sat against his headboard, while you straddled his lap taking him to line yourself up before sinking down onto him.

The two of you make an audible groan from the feeling, his hands placed firmly on your hips, kneading into your skin as you start to ride him making figure eights with your hips. Placing your hands on his tattooed covered chest. You could see the finer details of the work he’s had done.

Jake sneaked his one hand up to your breast, pinching and rolling your nipple between his fingers. Eliciting a whine from you, causing you to bounce on his cock.

“That’s it angel… Just like that.”

He lifted his legs slightly to start thrusting up into you. So as you would come back down, he would hit that right spot inside of you.

“Can you give me one more?” He kept thrusting into you, as he groaned nearing his.

“I- I don’t know…” You felt your legs growing weaker.

“Yeah you can. Come on…” He encouraged you, holding you flush against his chest as he started fucking into you. Wrapping your arms around his neck as he rocked into you. Your clit was brushing against his pubic hair just right, bringing you to the brink of your last orgasm he was able to rip through you.

“That’s my girl…”

His girl, you pulsed around his cock as you rode your orgasm out. He wasn’t too far behind as you could feel him twitching.

“Where, baby?” His breathing was labored.

“Inside…” You looked into his eyes, both of you completely fucked out.

His eyes rolled back as one final snap of his hips, he stilled inside of you filling you up making you more full then you were. He rested his head against your chest, kissing it softly.

Lifting his face with your hands you kissed his lips softly. And he responded back with an even deeper kiss.

“I love you…” You mumbled against his lips.

“I love you.” He murmured, smiling against your lips. He pulled away slowly looking into your eyes. “Thank you… for being patient with me. And giving me a proper chance.”

“Thank you, for being honest… It means more than you’ll ever know.”

“I’ll be honest for the rest of my life. I’ll never hurt you ever again.” He rested his head against yours.

“My little miracle…”

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

Taglist-

@ignite-my-fire @sinsofstardust @char289 @gretasfallingsky @thecoldwind @holybananafuck @thunderstomp-and-tequila @myleftsock @hi-hi-hello11 @brujamagik @fkfearandliveyourlegend @itsafullmoon @wagnerbrainrot @gretavangroupie @gretavanmoon

#greta van fleet #gvf #greta van smut #jake kiszka #gvf smut #jake kiszka gvf #jake kiszka fic #jake kiszka x reader #jake kiszka smut #jake kiszka x y/n #greta van fleet smut #gvf fic #jake gvf smut #jake gvf #jake kiszka fanfic #jake greta van fleet #greta van fleet fanfiction #greta van fic

[ashwhowrites]

Eddie x reader hurt/comfort. Eddie moves out of Hawkins maybe makes it to Indianapolis. Reader isn’t from Hawkins and didn’t go to high school with Eddie. She does know the extent of the bullying he went through in the town. Eddie does something weird one day as a joke, he licks her face or something. Jokingly reader calls him a freak. It causes some bad memories to come up and upsets him. Reader doesn’t understand why he’s withdrawn and upset. Eddie and reader have a heart to heart about Eddie’s past and she comforts him.

Small blurb

I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it. Thank you for requesting <3

Y/N lived in a small town, and she knew everyone. So when she spotted a handsome guy, with long hair, and looking lost as he held a guitar case, she knew he was new. She walked up to him, and they hit it off. She showed him around the town and talked a little about themselves.

Months later, they were in a relationship. Eddie was happier than ever about his decision to leave home. He had no reminders of Hawkins and it was healing.

Y/N didn't know that he was known as a freak and loser in his hometown. He got to pick how she knew him, and the things she learned about him. He was able to hide that dark past from her.

But it popped up in ways he didn't think about. Seeing her lips form the words, and the sound of her sweet voice calling him a freak.

They were joking around, he grabbed her face and licked from her chin to her eye. She laughed and shoved him off.

"You freak!" She said it with love and affection. But the name already triggered him. It was like his body could feel all the punches and kicks over again. The chants of freak came out of the whole school's mouths.

Y/N looked at Eddie confused as he froze in his seat. His eyes locked on his lap as his hands gripped his knees. She called his name over and over but he didn't move an inch. His lips were in a tight line, his big smile gone.

"Eddie?" She asked again, her hands landing on his leg. Her touch made him flinch, his eyes finally looking at her.

"Hm?" He asked, shrugging off the moment he had.

"You okay? You kinda just froze on me." She said she held his hand as she looked at him worriedly.

"Yeah, I'm fine. It's just...freak...brings up bad memories." Eddie tried to explain. He didn't want to go into much detail about it, but he knew she'd ask.

"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean it. " She apologized quickly, moving closer to Eddie.

"I know you didn't mean it. You didn't know what I dealt with so it's okay." He reassured her but he could see in her eyes that she was worried.

"Do you want to talk about it?" She asked

"Not a lot. I like that you don't know me as the freak in my hometown. I like that you just know me as Eddie."

"I understand that, but I promise I won't look at you differently." Eddie knew that was something she couldn't promise, but hearing it still made him feel better.

"In high school, I lived in a trailer, I lived with my uncle and we didn't have much money. So I sold drugs to save up. My friends and I were in a band, playing gigs to also make money. I sold a lot to popular kids and one girl had a crazy jealous boyfriend. He was out to get me all the time. Said I had relations with the devil and made up shit. He turned everyone against me, all because I was a freak." Eddie explained, Y/N felt her heart break as Eddie chewed on his lip and looked at the floor.

"Everything I heard in that story just made me like you even more. You were just trying to make money for you and your uncle. I admire that." Eddie couldn't lie, those words filled his body with warmth.

"Really?" Eddie asked, his voice quiet as he looked up at her.

"Really" she whispered, softly pecking his lips. She pulled away and wrapped her arms around him. Eddie melted into her hug, squeezing her tightly.

She pulled back with a smile on her face.

"Sounds like the jock was intimidated by you. He saw you as a threat." Y/N winked, nudging Eddie's shoulder as she teased.

"I bet it was because of your smile and eyes." Y/N complimented, loving how a smile filled his face.

"Thank you." He said

She cupped his face and licked him back. His loud laugh filled the space between them.

All he needed to do was find someone who liked every part of him.

Tags!

@bmunson86 @mxcheese @ladymunsonmain @michaelfuckinglangdon @z0mbie-blah @biittersweet @mirrorsstuff @somethingvicked @micheledawn1975 @ago-godance @magnificantmermaid @tlclick73 @hargrovesswifee @cityofidek @manyfandomsfanvergentreblogs @silky-luxe @lokiofasgard616 @loving-and-dreaming @eddiemunsonsbitch69 @thegemaqua @ashlynnkennedy @strangerthingsstories5255 @harringt8ns @pleasinghellfire @whoscamila @stusdollface93 @gretavankleep37

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie stranger things #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson request #eddie munson angst #eddie munson angst x reader #eddie munson fluff x reader #eddie munson fluff #ashwhowrites #eddie munson blurb

[rosella35]

Kaleb's Bad Day: Part I

*clears throat* It's been a while, G/T community!

I don't get as much time for writing anymore with my uni degree in its final years, but this is a one-shot I've been working on for an obnoxious amount of time now based on a prompt I got a while back: What if Kaleb, my borrower character, shrunk in class?

To set the scene since the last time I updated Borrowed Courage was in 2022 *sobs*, Kaleb and Brooke live in a world where the borrower race was discovered 10 years ago and unbeknownst to humankind, many borrowers use a drug called "Upsize" to temporarily grow to human size and blend into society. This one-shot is canon but probably won't be added to the main story for timing reasons. It's set roughly 2 months after Brooke first discovered Kaleb's secret identity as a borrower.

Part II will be up tomorrow - I hope you like!

Content warning: contains angst, swearing and nudity (not graphic).

****

“Alright. For the rest of today, I want you to work independently through the exercises in chapter two of your textbooks. I’ll be floating around if anyone has any burning questions.” Mr Bell instructed the class. From his seat at the back of the room, Kaleb gritted his teeth in frustration. On any other day, he would be more than happy to follow his teacher’s instructions; learning about human history was one of the things he’d enrolled in school for in the first place. From a young age, Kaleb had been fascinated with the way the giants that owned the world had came to be that way, while his kind— the borrowers— had spent their lives hidden away in the shadows. Today, though, he was only half paying attention. Kaleb ran his hands through his scruffy brown hair, finding it increasingly difficult to ignore the incessant pounding that seemed to reverberate all the way from his skull to his fingertips.  

Something was off. 

It wasn’t uncommon or him to be getting headaches from going consecutive days using Upsize, the drug that allowed him to attend human school at five feet nine instead of five inches tall. Even so, they hardly ever set in this early in the week, and were never an issue unless he was moving around too much. This one felt different. It had barely set in twenty minutes ago and was already driving him crazy. With a pained sigh, Kaleb tried to preoccupy himself with opening his textbook to the designated chapter. It felt weird to consider, since borrowers didn’t get sick nearly as often as humans did, but… maybe he was coming down with something.  

From the seat adjacent, Brooke Tucker glanced up from her own work to frown across at him. “Are you good?” She whispered, leaning forward with her hand on her chin. 

Kaleb immediately stiffened, surprised she’d even noticed his discomfort. Am I that obvious? “I don’t know.” He said uneasily. “My head is killing me.” 

The human girl’s brow creased in concern, an expression she rarely ever directed at him. If he weren’t so distracted by the pain, Kaleb probably would’ve been flattered. “Could be a migraine.” She suggested, before adding in a lower voice. “Do borrowers even get those?”

“Yes, we get migraines.” He whispered back, rolling his eyes. Since she’d discovered Kaleb’s true identity back in September, the human girl had made it her mission to find every opportunity to tease and mock him about being a borrower. Still, Kaleb couldn’t quite shake the feeling that something about this particular headache felt familiar. No way. That’s impossible. He dismissed, turning back to his textbook. “It’s probably nothing.” He assured her.

That was when he felt it.

BADUMP. 

A sudden wave of pain reverberated through his body, making him sit bolt upright in his desk like he’d just stepped on a live wire. It was a sensation Kaleb knew all-too-well, because he’d experienced it every afternoon after school for the past four years. 

His Upsize was about to wear off. 

“Shit.” He hissed, feeling the colour drain from his face. His mind reeled, struggling to make sense of why this was even happening. It was like one of his worst nightmares come to life. He should’ve had more time. He always had more time. Had Rodney messed up his dose? 

Kaleb ground his teeth together, forcing himself to focus. There was no time to dwell on the ‘why’. He had to get out of sight, and fast. 

BADUMP.

The room spun as he was hit with another rapid full-body ache, and Kaleb almost collapsed out of his chair. He felt himself start to shiver uncontrollably, the primal fear of being seen overwhelming his senses. “Kaleb, what the hell’s going on with you?” Brooke’s voice echoed somewhere beside him. “You’re making a scene.” 

Shit-shit-shit-shit-shit. Kaleb didn’t have to look up to know that the whole class was staring at him, a tingling feeling that sent his borrower instincts to flee into overdrive. He glanced across at Brooke, gazing unblinking into her judgemental grey-green eyes like they were his lifeline. In that moment, he made a decision.

“Why’re you staring at me like that, it’s creeping me—”

“Come with me.” Kaleb blurted out. 

That was all the warning Brooke got before he’d clamped his hand around her wrist and launched out of his seat, dragging her along behind him. 

“Sorry Mr Bell, we’ll be right back!” He announced in a rush of adrenalin, practically stumbling out the classroom door. Brooke, who had been too bewildered to react to their sudden exit, finally came to her senses as they entered the empty hallway. She ripped her hand out of his grasp, ears reddening in second-hand embarrassment from what had just gone down.

“What the fuck was that about?” She hissed, though her expression shifted to concern when he leaned heavily against the wall several paces in front of her, clutching his head. For the first time, Brooke noticed the raw, unsuppressed fear in his eyes.  

“I can explai—” Kaleb started, but broke off with a startled yelp when he felt the shrinking process finally kick in. He could only catch a glimpse of Brooke’s startled expression before the ground rushed towards him and he was swallowed up by his human clothes that were suddenly hundreds of sizes too big. Within the span of a few seconds, he found himself back at his original five-inch-tall height and buried beneath the course folds of his t-shirt, chest heaving from the lingering adrenalin and body frozen in terror as the reality of his situation dawned. 

Brooke, having witnessed the whole thing, did a double take. “What in the—” One second Kaleb had been standing there in front of her, and the next… Her eyes fell to his unoccupied pile of clothes, and she swore, realising what had just happened. 

“Kaleb? Brooke? Is everything okay with you two?” She froze at the sound of Mr Bell’s voice from inside the classroom, his footsteps growing closer and closer.

Panicking, Brooke scrambled to scoop up the bundle of Kaleb’s clothes, quickly locating the squirming figure buried within, and shoved them behind herself. The second he felt her fingers close around him and lift him blindly into the air, Kaleb’s heart leapt into his throat. He shivered involuntarily, the sensation of powerful human hands around his entire frame serving as a stark reminder of how little control he had over their current situation. All he could do was make himself as small as possible in her grip and trust Brooke to handle things with the teacher. 

“Y-Yep!” The human girl said, turning around just as the Mr Bell poked his head out the classroom door. Her hands tightened protectively around Kaleb’s smaller form under the clothes, feeling his tiny heartbeat flutter like a bird’s against her fingers. She cleared her throat awkwardly in attempt to compose herself. “I mean… actually, Kaleb wasn’t feeling well. He went ahead to the nurses office, but would you mind if I go too? J-Just to make sure he’s okay.” 

The teacher gave her a strange look, and Brooke held her breath, waiting for him to notice the bundle of Kaleb’s clothes behind her back and effectively blow her cover story. After a moment though, Mr Bell’s expression softened to concern. “Oh, of course you can.” He said with a nod. “I hope he feels better soon. Don’t worry about missing the rest of the lesson. I’ll email the two of you supplementary work later today.”

She managed a strained smile. “Thank you.” 

The moment he disappeared back inside, Brooke took off down the hall, her mind stalling on what she was supposed to do next. There was no way she could actually take Kaleb to the nurses office without exposing him, and it would be too suspicious if she just up and left the building in the middle of class. She cursed. There was really only one place that would give the two of them some privacy, which made her uncomfortable even thinking about, but Brooke didn’t really have a choice. 

Resigned to her fate, she made beeline for the girl’s bathroom. 

Locking herself inside a cubicle, Brooke let out a relieved sigh. She sat down heavily on the closed seat of the toilet, turning her attention to the bundle of Kaleb’s human clothes in her lap and the tiny muffled voice she could suddenly hear through the fabric. “Can’t breathe—!”

Eyes widening, Brooke loosened her hold around the clothes. It seemed silly now, but in her haste to get to somewhere private, she’d almost forgotten that Kaleb had been with her the whole time, buried underneath the layers of denim and cotton.  She was about to reach in to try and pull him out, when she realised that somewhere amongst the folded material, Kaleb was not only borrower-sized but naked. Face heating up at the thought, Brooke sat back against the toilet and cleared her throat awkwardly. “Okay, you’re safe to come out. We’re alone.” 

Sure enough, it wasn’t long after she’d spoken that Brooke noticed a miniature head of scruffy brown hair poking out through the of one of the t-shirt sleeves as Kaleb revealed himself at last. He blinked rapidly in the harsh fluorescent lighting, scrambling to cover himself with his blanket-like clothes. Without his usual shirt and tan jacket combo, he seemed almost smaller than usual, his bare shoulders slim and pale and his breaths short and fast. Fragile was the first word that came to mind. Intuitively, Brooke knew that compared to humans, borrowers really were fragile and vulnerable, but those were never words she’d associated with Kaleb. Now though, he wasn’t even trying to hide the fact that his entire body trembled like a scared animal in her hands. 

That didn’t stop her from glaring daggers at him. “What the fuck, Kaleb!” She hissed. “You almost gave me a heart attack!” 

Kaleb flinched instinctively, his hazel eyes shooting up to meet her now much larger grey ones. Brooke’s angry expression faltered. Shit. He looked terrified— even more so than the time she’d found him on the apartment roof all those weeks ago. She swallowed, turning away uncomfortably. That look in his eyes… It didn’t suit him at all. 

The two of them didn’t speak for several minutes, awkward silence permeating the cubicle. Kaleb took that time to try and compose himself, his full-body tremors slowly dissipating as he tried to calm his pounding heart. It wasn’t easy to do by any means, but he appreciated Brooke’s patience. Finally finding his voice, he tilted his head to meet her eyes. 

“S-Sorry.” He said, holding the material of his shirt around his nude frame with white knuckled hands. He licked his dry lips. “No one saw… did they?”

Brooke sighed, making a conscious effort to shift to a gentler tone of voice. Now probably wasn’t the time for their usual teasing banter. “No.” She reassured him. “Just me.” 

Kaleb visibly relaxed at that, minuscule shoulders slumping under the thick material of his shirt. “Thank god.” He breathed, almost too quiet for her to make out. So he hadn’t been seen by anyone else in the class. Just knowing that was enough to ease a significant portion of his built up anxiety. With a clearer head, Kaleb finally paused to take in his surroundings, and his jaw immediately dropped when he caught sight of a toilet roll as long as he was tall. “What the—” He exclaimed, looking up at her with an aghast expression. “Is this the girl’s bathroom—?!” 

Brooke held back a snort as his tiny face turned beet red with embarrassment. Much more like the Kaleb she knew. “You didn’t exactly give me much time to think of a better place to go.” She pointed out, sitting up straighter on the toilet seat. “And while we’re on that topic, what the hell happened to you? Isn’t your wonder drug supposed to last the whole day?” 

Kaleb flinched at that and peered down at his smaller form, pathetically dwarfed by the clothes that had fit him perfectly less than ten minutes ago. Already, without the disguise that was his human height, he was starting to feel like the fraud he was; just another borrower trying and failing to carry himself with the same level of confidence and liberty as a human. “I-I don’t know.” He mumbled. “Maybe my uncle messed up the dose.” He wrapped the the fabric of his shirt sleeve tighter around himself, feeling more exposed than ever. “This has never happened to me before.” 

“Clearly.” Brooke said. “If I hadn’t been there to cover for you, you’d’ve been screwed for sure.” 

She felt him shiver at that fact, almost making her regret her choice of words. “You’re right.” Kaleb looked up at her again, his expression earnest. “Thank you, Brooke. Really.” 

Brooke blinked. That was unexpected. She shifted in her seat and looked away, hoping he wouldn’t notice her blush. With their current size difference, that was unlikely. “I-It’s fine.” She said. “So, uh… what now, then? Do you have any more Upsize you can take?” 

Kaleb pursed his lips. “I don’t keep any spare pills at school.” He admitted quietly, shuddering again despite the course fabric around him. “With Upsize, you need to wait at least an hour after shrinking before you can take another dose. It’s supposed to give the medicine a chance to leave your system, kind of like a cool-down period.”

“Right, of course that’s a thing.” Brooke sighed. She tried racking her brain for an alternative solution. “Well then, can someone come get you? Surely Evie would. I bet she’s bored out of her mind back at the apartment without having me to spy on.” 

Instead of laughing at her poor attempt at a joke, Kaleb looked horrified. “I can’t just leave early!” He exclaimed. “I’ll miss maths next period. Mrs Crowley said she’d be giving out final exam tips today!” 

Brooke couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “You’re kidding.” She started, holding back a disbelieving laugh. Looking closer at his tiny, pleading features though, her smile faded. “You’re not kidding.” She deadpanned, groaning. “Come on, Kaleb. How the fuck are you supposed to come to class like this? You don’t even have any clothes!”

Kaleb’s cheeks heated up and he pulled the shirt sleeve a little tighter around himself as he was reminded of his current nudity. “I can get clothes.” He insisted, his usual confident demeanour returning in full force. “I have a spare set in my locker. Climbing gear, too.” 

Brooke would have face palmed herself if her hands weren’t still cupped around his tiny frame. She regarded him quizzically. “Well that’s great, but isn’t your whole thing supposed to be not getting seen by the rest of the class?” 

Kaleb shook his head. “I don’t have to actually come to class. You could just, y’know, let me off into the air vent and I can listen in from there.” He suggested, giving her a clumsy shrug from amongst the bundle of clothes. 

Brooke just stared down at him, completely lost for words. “You’re crazy.” She muttered. “You’re actually fucking crazy. You literally almost shrunk in front of our whole class, and now you want me to just let you go off into the walls so you can catch some stupid exam tips?” 

“Brooke.” 

She didn’t hear him, her voice rising in annoyance as she continued. “And then what? Am I supposed to just stay back and look for you after class, like that’s totally not suspicious at all?!”

“Brooke.” 

“Ugh!” She wanted so badly to bang her head into the cubicle door. “Why do I even get myself into these situations? I swear, ever since I found out about you and your stupid little secret, my life’s been a fucking disaster—!”

“BROOKE!”

She broke off with a start at his exclamation, caught off guard by how loud he’d managed to sound despite his obvious disadvantage in size. Brooke bit her lip, breathing heavily through her nose. She almost jumped when she felt a slight pressure on her thumb. Kaleb had reached out to touch it with his much smaller hand, stroking the digit in attempt to reassure her. “You good?” He asked. 

“Y-Yeah.” Brooke replied weakly, her mouth dry. She didn’t want to say anything but the feeling of his tiny hand on her finger felt so… weird. Kaleb almost never initiated physical contact with her when he was borrower-sized.  

He nodded, meeting her eyes again. “I’m sorry.” He said with obvious embarrassment. “I got a bit ahead of myself there. I guess I just thought you’d want me out of your hair so you could get back to class. If you can help me to my locker, I’ll call Evie to come pick me up, and I’ll just email Mrs Crowley about the exam later.” 

Brooke sighed at his words, a much simpler solution coming to mind that she was probably crazy for even suggesting. “Or you could just come with me.” She pointed out, the corner of her mouth twitching in amusement when he blinked up at her. “What? Did you forget we have the same maths class?” 

“Come… with you?” Kaleb repeated, looking thoroughly unconvinced. “As in, on your person? Where would I even go—?” His broke off, eyes trailing upwards to the chest pocket of her oversized denim jacket at the same time hers did. His face lost several shades of colour, and he shook his head firmly, despite knowing deep down that he might not have any say in the matter. “No way. No way. I’m not gonna sit in your pocket all day like some house pet, Brooke! That’s just… that’s just embarrassing!” 

The human girl smirked down at him. “Well, would it be any more embarrassing than being tiny and naked in the girl’s bathroom?” Her hand inched up to ruffle his hair teasingly. “I mean, unless you’re secretly a pervert?” 

Kaleb swiped at her already retreating digit. “I’m not a pervert!” He snapped, pointing his own diminutive finger up at her accusingly. “You brought me here, not the other way around!”  

“Relax, I’m just messing with you.” She giggled. “You’re always so easy to work up like this.” 

Kaleb bristled. “Yeah, well can you blame me? When I’m like this, there’s five extra feet of you to piss me off!”

“Fair point.” Brooke smirked. “So, what’s it gonna be then?” Her hands edged closer around him, as she impatiently tapped her foot against the tiles. “I can’t just keep sitting on the toilet for the rest of the day.”

Kaleb sighed, turning his gaze downwards in defeat. He had to admit she was right about that. Stalling was only prolonging what they both knew had to come next. “Fine. I’ll come to class with you.” He hesitated. “Just… can we please get my clothes first?” 

Brooke looked at him, shock evident on her face. Did he really believe that she wouldn’t let him get changed? It was humbling to think that with Kaleb like this, without his bag or climbing gear, he was essentially putting his life and his autonomy in her hands. Just knowing that made Brooke soften her voice ever so slightly. “Um, yeah, of course. There’s no way you’re coming with me in the nude. That’s fucked up.” 

Kaleb breathed a sigh of relief at her reassurance, offering a grateful smile. “Okay… Well, in the meantime, could you grab me a piece of toilet paper? To cover up, I mean.” 

Brooke blinked, glancing across at the roll beside her. Hesitantly, she tore off a small strip of toilet paper between her thumb and index finger and handed it down to him. Kaleb took it, ducking under his sleeve for a moment to tie it around his waist like a towel. He looked down at his handiwork, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’ll do.” He muttered to himself, letting the oversized shirt sleeve fall away so that he was standing at his full five-inch height in her cupped hands.  

Despite herself, Brooke almost did a double take when she saw his bare chest for the first time. There was no denying it; Kaleb was ripped. The thought had never occurred to her, but considering his active lifestyle, she really shouldn’t have been as caught off guard as she was. A little more of a tan, and he could’ve belonged in a body building magazine. She tore her eyes away before he caught her staring, but that didn’t stop her cheeks from heating up. 

She coughed. “Right. Ready to go then?”

“That depends.” Kaleb smirked knowingly. There was really no way he could have missed a stare that size. He took a bold step forward in her cupped hands and flexed his muscles tauntingly. “Did you want a closer look?” 

“W-What?”

“Who’s the pervert now, huh?” He teased, throwing the label right back at her.

“Shut up!” In that embarrassment-riddled moment, Brooke reacted in the only way she could think of. She poked Kaleb harshly in the chest. Like always, he staggered backwards with a yelp at the impact, but this time neither of them had taken proper stock of their surroundings. As if in slow-motion, Kaleb tripped over the folded clothing behind him, simultaneously jostling free the poorly secured knot holding up his toilet paper toga. All hope of modesty gone, he fell flat on his back with his legs gracelessly splayed… within full view of the human girl holding him. 

The two of them stared at each other in silent shock for several seconds, and Brooke wished she could bleach her eyeballs. Instead, she opted for the next best course of action.

“AHHHH!”

#gianttiny #theborrowers #borrowedcourage #kalebandbrooke #g/t community #g/t writing #g/t #tinypeople #sizeshifter #sizechange #angst #borrowerau #borrowerfanfic #shrinking

[pietropudge]

we need a series of the onlypreds professor PLEASE

part 2! (read part 1 here -> lessons)

a/n — decided to make these a bit shorter to keep up with posting, plus I'm juggling some longer requests, so the vore in this one is also quite short. I promise, Mr. Grayson will get feed good in a future part!

summary — So, your teacher is a pred... it can't be all bad, right?

words — 1.8k (again, shorter, sorry!)

warnings — vore! anal vore and some light smut (not proofread)

~~~

It had been about two weeks since you learned that your favorite teacher was a world-class predator. Well, if you count the forty-one and dwindling subscribers to be the entire world. In Mr. Grayson’s eyes, they might as well be. So many videos already existed of him devouring people on OnlyPreds, which was proof enough that the whole world could be in danger of his appetite, no matter your popularity or status or wealth. It only determined what cut of meat you were to him, from ground chuck to a flake of tenderloin. All of it was just seasoning, tenderness, and irrefutable texture on his tongue, vitamin E from the fat in the human body for his large loads of cum, and most importantly, the feeling of being full for his ass.

You had oriented yourself well to his needs, taking up the responsibility of grading all of his papers and assignments so that he could spend his days and slow class periods perusing the halls and high rises of various apartments in search of his next snack. It was like opening the cupboards at home and expecting the food to reappear as he checked in each restroom, doing his usual sweep when he didn’t have a class to teach. Normally, the teachers were simply expected to check the student bathrooms for vaping and kids that were ballsy enough to ditch class but still show up at school. If they were found doing any sort of drug-related or blatantly culpable activities, then they had to take a walk with the teacher to the principal's office. But Mr. Grayson was different. He appended himself to some rules, but he knew that others didn’t work. Punishments the school administered weren’t enough to really change the youth in the way that he wanted to see it happen. So, he frequented the restrooms to catch and instill a level of fear that the school wasn’t willing to take the lengths to go to.

Arnie—his name was. Mr. Grayson had seen him taking several hits of his vape upon entering the bathroom. He tried to hide it up the sleeve of his hoodie, the cuff being taut enough to hold it against his wrist. Mr. Grayson moved to the opposite side of the bathroom, pretending to stand at a urinal and relieve himself with his pants unbuttoned and lowered. His now-untucked dress shirt was the only thing preventing his ass from being exposed to the harsh fluorescents of the school bathroom, one move away from being vulnerable. But he was more like a predator circling his prey in the final stand-off, Arnie still stiff as he washed his hands with the thin vape being just one wrong move from slipping out and exposing himself. 

One waits for the hiss—the initiating attack. As Arnie turned the faucet handle, he went for the hand dryers along the wall that connected the polar sides of the room. It was waist-high, his hands naturally sitting level with the hungry hole covered by a thin veil of fabric. Mr. Grayson met him in the middle, lifting up his shirt so Arnie’s wet hands would go someplace warm, but not to dry. It was almost avoidable, but the swiftness of Mr. Grayson and the careful—yet slow—motions of the student as he maneuvered with care to keep his vape suspended meant that his hands couldn’t pull away fast enough. His wet hands made it easy to slip right into Mr. Grayson’s crack, his hole doing the rest of the work to pull them in all the way up to his wrists, wrapped around them tighter than his sleeves. They detained him like a thick pair of handcuffs. 

“And what’s that I feel?” Mr. Grayson clenched his cheeks, pressing Arnie’s wrists closer together so that he could feel the mouthpiece of his vape digging into his palmar. It ended up slipping out of his sleeve and onto the floor, just out of Arnie’s reach, and that’s when the dread started to build. 

Arnie spewed out the usual pleas about how “he wouldn’t do it again!” He promised, cried, and begged all the way until his face was pulled in, followed by the rest of him. Mr. Grayson particularly favored the part where Arnie’s cheeks were smushed against his own, his speech slurred and muffled as he twisted his head in every direction to avoid going into the dark depths of his ass. It only added to the pleasure felt, each hot breath exhumed in a panic only made him think about snuffing it out. Mr. Grayson also liked to think that he represented something to those who couldn’t stay clean, showing them how shitty things could really get.

All the while, he filled you in on this as you were forced to stay after class, listening to his symphony of belches on a loop. He let you sit at his desk while he sat on the desk, threatening to split the wooden parts of it down the middle with his extra weight. You had to tell your job that you needed fewer shifts on the schedule in order to finish the workload Mr. Grayson dumped on you. To think that all of this started because you found his dirty little secret, which felt more as if he was holding it over your head. Of course, he was still making you pay to watch his illicit recordings. He made you pay for these talks, too, where he filled you in on every excruciating detail that he could find to make you squirm. You pressed your legs together underneath the desk in an attempt to alleviate the hard-on he was giving you.

“And then he was, lighten up a little!” Your teacher laughed, eyes following your motions as you flipped through another student’s essay. “It’s almost like you don’t care about me being well-fed. He felt great, his bones really snapped into place. I think he learned his lesson.”

"Oh, here, I saved this for you," he said, reaching to presumably his back pocket, taking a second to dig out the aforementioned vape from his story and place it on the desk. "I had to confiscate it, so it might taste a little like my hole, if you know what I mean. Just don't let me catch you hitting it." He was back to laughing at his own jokes.

You were too busy trying to finish the work he had given you. You couldn’t leave—well, you hadn’t tried, but the possible result of doing so seemed to be futile—until the work was done. Entertaining wasn’t a requirement to finishing the work, so you focused on getting the final paper before you done. It was turned in by a kid who wasn’t as verbose as his peers, only filling the front and back of a singular page with his written report. This last paper would be your key to going home for the night if you weren’t interrupted by the predator whose thighs and stomach filled half the damn desk you worked on. Slowly, his weight was peeled from the desk and he came closer to you. Mr. Grayson’s hand wheeled the chair out from between the desk to expose your lap, his little story about his latest meal making you pitch a tent. “I think you need to learn yours.”

“Relax, I’m not going to eat you… or, am I?” He snickered, his ass planted firmly in your lap. You were still unsure of his intentions, and he could play with them easily. What was left of Arnie filled the space between your two bodies. It was enough to rest your arms on, but you kept your elbows and forearms glued to the armrests. The rumblings of his stomach could still be felt on your chest. “Besides, there’s something else I want you to listen to.”

Mr. Grayson started grinding down on your crotch, stimulating you through the bottoms you chose to wear today. The motions of him pressing against you elicited another burp from him that went directly to your face. “I need help growing my audience. I don’t know if you noticed, but I’ve been getting less engagement. You’re a… you know. What could I do to grow it? I got the eating part down, but I just need the viewers.”

“I’d start with some thirst traps. Anonymously, of course. Maybe a page for your ass? Fuck, I don’t know…” You knew that you needed some kind of release. The weight of him, the way it was almost crushing every bone he sat on, his legs split to make room for his stomach, which was a concoction of gurgles and physical shifts as it moved the processed remains of your classmate inside through the bends of his intestines. Just the physical touch alone from that was enough to drive you to the edge, a far cry from what his videos did to you every night.

“You can do better…” He said, rocking his hips against you faster.

Another wave of meaty breath his against you, repulsive and reeking of copper and salty meat from his latest meal. You offered another idea to him,  “I’ll start a rumor?”

“Better…” He said, ceasing movement. The idea wasn’t good enough for him.

“Make a gainer account? You can fill your belly—fuck—pretty well.” Your hips pressed up into his immovable weight. “And you keep adding on to your ass a lot, so the results would draw people in. Plus, you can post it across a shit ton of websites. Not just OnlyPreds. You—you can tease them with the aftermath of your meals, too. Cut off the videos right before it gets good?”

“That’s good.” He said, bringing himself back to his feet and depriving you of his sensations. He was already listening to you by cutting things off just before they got good. “I’ll finish this paper, you go on home and take care of that.”

You grabbed your school supplies, heading out into the dark of night. School ended at three on the dot, and here you were, working the clock to help out your teacher. Your car sputtered and fought with you all the way until you got home, most of it caused by the neediness you had to come. By the time you pulled into the driveway, your phone had buzzed with several notifications in the cupholder of your car. There was either an impossible walk into your house, or, you could just look at them right now. 

Lo and behold, a post was uploaded already. Mr. Grayson must have lived closer to the school than you because he had already made a new account with his first post. It was pretty standard—a few pictures of his belly and a full backside view to show all of the ways his gains benefitted him. The account was under the same name as his OnlyPreds—good, that was good for traction. You could feel yourself pitching a tent already… yeah, the more content, the better for you. Maybe being his bitch wouldn’t be so bad.

#male prey #male pred #male vore #v.ore #digestion #v0r3 #vore x reader #v0re #same size vore #fatal #nightwing vore #dick grayson vore

[miss0atae]

Random thoughts about Dead Friend Forever episode 9:

Damn! I was waiting for today to get this new episode and I wasn't disappointed. It was such a ride again.

▪️ First of all, we need to talk about Tan... or should I say New?! Of course, it wasn't exactly a surprise because many people already guessed he was Non's brother, but we just didn't know who he was until now. I guess he looked pretty bland in the first episodes and then when we got to the flashback we didn't see him yet because he wasn't among the group when they bullied Non. Who would have thought, he would lied about his age to get in school, lied to his parents about being in England and basically being the mastermind behind the revenge against the group? I thought Phee would be the mastermind because he wanted to avenge the man he loved, but he was merely a follower. Tan/New is the one who wants revenge and he won't stop until he gets to know the truth. He doesn't mind pretending to be someone else and drugging all of them just to have answers. He is kind of unhinged and it's pretty understandably because he lost everything. I felt so bad for him because he feels guilty about not being a good brother enough to Non, but also not being a good enough son when he decided to lie to his parents to continue his quest in learning the truth. He doesn't know how to cope with the loss and the grieve he feels too (he lost his all family, how can you deal with that?!). It was heartbroken to see him slowly falling into madness because of all those emotions.

▪️ This episode not only centered around Tan/New and his family but also around Phee and his complicated relationship with Jin and Non. We saw that Phee avoided Non after he caught him with cop Keng. It took him a while to cool down before deciding to find Non and discovering his disappearance. That's how he met Tan/New who knew Non and Phee had a thing. They decided to team up to find the truth after reading the script he wrote for the short movie and how different it was from the final production. In this episode, Phee looked more like a follower into Tan/New's quest. He wants to know the truth but he is also torn between this revenge and his growing feelings for Jin. Indeed, he became close to him because he noticed how Jin reacted every time they mentioned Non but it is shown he started to feel something too. Even Tan noticed it and Phee had to brush it off by saying he still loves and misses Non. It must have been hard for him. I don't think caring for Jin meant he didn't care for Non. However, it is sure Tan/New would have not like it. So Phee rejected Jin by saying they were just friends, hurting his feeling. Too bad for Jin, he also learnt at that time about the fake news (because it is fake) about Non and Keng.

▪️ I know Jin did some really bad things to Non. He never really helped him when he was bully by the others and he filmed him (even if he didn't posted online, it was still a bad move). I almost forgot but he also lied about Non, not being with them (stupid move again). The story is not trying to paint him as a saint but at the same time, you can see it is also trying to make us like him. At least, it is working with me. I still feel really bad for Non. Poor Non never deserve anything that happened to him. However, I still want Jin to be able to redeem himself in any way. He had an instant attraction to Phee the first time he saw him (which I understand because Ta Nannakun is very handsome). He felt hard for him. Phee took him to the same lake he went with Non and that's where he told Jin he only bring people he likes over there . Even if at that time they were still "friends" I think it made Jin feel like he had a chance to become boyfriends. It led to their NC scene which was fierce. They were also a little kinky (Jin, I didn't know you weren't only vanilla). Good for them! After that, Phee became distant to Jin and to avoid being hurt they stopped being close until the present time where they went to Por's house.

▪️ In the present time, Phee almost told the truth to Jin. They still have lingering feelings for each other. It seems like it is eating away Phee's mind and Jin still don't understand why they can't be more. I almost choked when he thought Phee had something with Tan. Yeah they are working together to know what your group of a****** friends did to Non, but their relationship is strictly professional, don't worry Jin. That's where Jin started to hallucinate again, still feeling deeply guilty about Non. Phee didn't get to tell him the truth. I can't wait to know how he will react and what impact it is going to have for their relationship. I believe they are supposed to be end-game, but the series surprised me a lot so the dice are not cast, yet.

▪️ Back into the present time where Top drug-induced was beating Tee up until White (long time no see precious baby!) knocked him out. At the same time, Tan is fighting against Fluke who was also drugged. Basically everyone is drugged because it was Tan's plan all along so they would reveal the truth. I laughed when Phee asked Tan/New "This is not deadly, isn't it?" and it answered "This won't kill them". Guess what Por, you're just collateral damage. Opps! Well, he won't be missed. Tan/New probably didn't anticipating his little experience with hallucinating herbs would end up this way. It shows you must really think of everything before taking things into your own hands. The plan is not going into the right direction. It worked too well. They were really scared and thought they were cursed. So, is the killer real or is it just hallucination? If it's the case... does it mean the driver is not really dead? If he is dead, does it mean Tan/New created this trap and killed him? I'm not sure Tan/New thought about really killing anyone... Otherwise how could he get his answer?

The noose is tightening as we approach the end of the series. The next episode won't come out fast enough. I already can't wait to know the rest of the story.

#my thoughts #thai series #thai bl #bl drama #bl series #random thoughts #dff #dff the series #dff spoilers #dead friend forever #dead friend forever the series #be on cloud #episode 9 #So happy to see White again! #Poor Tan/New! You also lost so much #Still feeling sad for Non #Phee I wouldn't like to be in your shoes right now because it must be hard to choose revenge over love. #It also must be hard to feel like you're not betraying your ex lover #So many lies and so little truth #This series is a gem #The parents' death wasn't expected!

[real-hot-grl-shi]

a thingy for my class 🧍🏾‍♀️

Tw!!!: eating/hygiene problems, depression, sexual assault, attachment issues, mentions to drugs, crying, insecurities, violence, etc.

!!please read at your own risk!!

Ok we need to talk. 

Or better put it, I need to talk. 

Relationships platonic and romantic have been faltering for the past few years to “situation-ships” and one sided relationships. This might be controversial but hear me out. As a person who dealt with break ups and cut offs over the span of less than three months, I am honestly more disappointed than just mad. I feel like it should be talked about more than o already is because it’s to the point that people like me get literally depressed over this type of stuff. 

It feels like I’m just a rag doll being tossed around for people to toy with, but not to keep. There’s a difference between wanting someone to play, and someone to stay. Love platonic and romantic will be painful. But at least make the person feel welcome and loved until you can’t anymore. Instead of fleeing the moment something goes wrong. 

Sometimes all a person needs is company. And sometimes all company needs is a person. In my school I see people one day walking with their friends and lover all giggly and happy, and the other day they’re fighting. That’s just how my recent relationships were. And I’m guilty that I let that happen to me. They talked behind my back, they put their hands on me, they insulted me. All this stuff, and I gave them nothing but grace and respect. And I was the blame when I was in my room crying myself to sleep on February 11th 2024. 

I put my all into them. All my money, all my art, all my time, all my love, all my life. Hell it was to the point where I couldn’t go a day without him. That’s how bad it was. It was a point where I couldn’t even eat and take care of myself without him on my mind. Looking back at it, I feel pretty pathetic, but of course, I couldn’t just say that to myself. I would need to learn from it. 

Not my ex, not my money, not my friends, but me. Friends who knew each other for a week are laughing in the hallways, meanwhile a friends friend is telling me to get her packet that she left behind. Why am I the one who is getting hurt? I deserve love just like everyone else. Maybe it’s my fashion? Maybe it’s my personality? Maybe it’s my body? Who knows. But that shouldn’t be the reason why people leave me without any thought or explanation whatsoever. I should be angry. Livid even, fighting and insulting the people who hurt me just like they did to me.

I should be crying and lashing out at everyone because I was the one who was hurt. That should make me sit in my room and not take care of myself. That should make me have 0 restraint with my emotions, like i used to. But I choose not to. I choose not to let my emotions get the best of me, like I used to. Don’t get me wrong I wish things were different. I wish I had a loving boyfriend and a fun group of friends. But at the end of the day, all I have is myself. And I learned that the hard way. Relationships are a sacred thing.

 Especially to the ones that feel large emotions, especially to the ones who are passionate. Especially to the ones like me. When I was little and to this day, the doctor said that I’m emotionally mature, meaning that I have a good grasp at explaining and expressing my emotions. When I was in elementary school, I was taunted for that, being called a cry baby, or sensitive for hurting myself on the monkey bars or something. Because of that, I stayed away from anything that would actively hurt me, like needles or sharp edges. Ever since then I have learned to keep my emotions under control, or under wraps.

 Take my control as a glass. And take my emotions as wine. If you pour too much into the glass. It’ll break. But not just that. It’ll break and spill. That’s what always happened to me when I was younger. Of course, I have better control because I’m more mature. But it’s not like my emotions are gone. They’re just better handled. I'm also what my father likes to call it, passionate. That means that when I get attached to something or some emotion. I latch onto it like a koala on a branch. And I don’t let go. If you show me an ounce of love or affection, then I will cling to you.

 Especially if it’s romantic. And it shows. If I love someone, I will talk about them whether it’s verbally, writing or drawing it down, or just floating my mind. And that will just make me more attached, like a dopamine hit. Like a drug. 

He was a drug. 

And it’s my fault that I got addicted. It was my fault that the drug was forced away from me. It was my fault that the drug was taken from me. But was it my fault that the drug was bad?? No. But that doesn’t excuse my actions. The upside to me being passionate is me being self aware about the situation. Sure, I cried and cried about him for days, but I eventually paused and went through what he did to me. And I eventually realized that he wasn’t good for me.

At all.

But I’ll give him this.

He was a good lesson.

And I’m glad I learned from it. 

My father told me to not fight all battles, but to pick the ones you want to fight. But how about if the battles pick me? Am I supposed to surrender? Or am I obligated to just keep fighting?  Because if I am, will I win in the end?

#relationship #break up #friendships #relationships #boundaries #communication #growing up #personal shit #personal vent #personal rant #personal stuff #life lately #thoughts #info #this needs to be said #black love #advice #relationship problems #connection #love #lovers #essay #personal essay #discussion #rant post #rant #sorry for the rant #venting #ranting

[pandulce135]

Okokok anxiety ridden single father dad getting high with Glenn just to relax

But it ends up being a paranoid high

And so Glenn has to comfort him through the worst and first and probably only mega disasters terrible badbadbad bad trip

Fear the Highs and Fear the Lows

Note: I started this a hot minute ago but here we are now! I was able to pull from my own experiences of getting high, and while I don't get anxious while high, I was able to recall my first big high. This one is short and sweet but I hope you all enjoy!

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: drug use, anxiety/ panic attack, bad trip

If you enjoy, consider buying me a ko-fi!

You stared the joint you held between your fingers that you were just handed. The brown wrapping was oddly smooth and pretty nice to the touch, but now the space around you reeked. You had never gotten high before, not even during your college years. You prioritized your learning, making sure you got good grade in your classes. Between classes, you worked at the school library and at the local grocery store on the weekends.

Your nerves were already acting up. Being lost in some sort of dimension with your son missing made your heart pound in your chest. Your hands were sweaty and it almost felt that with each passing second, the joint was getting heavier. Getting high on top of everything that’s been happening? It probably wasn’t the smartest idea.

“I don’t know, Glenn,” you said quietly as you finally pried your eyes away form the joint you held. “I don’t think getting high is a smart thing to do right now.” When your eyes settled on Glenn, you finally noticed how calm he was. While it was dark out in the forest you all found yourselves in, there was a fire that sat in front of the two of you that lit up his features just enough. His shoulders were rolled back, his head was lolled to the side, and he wore a stupid grin.

“Don’t freak out.” He gestured with is hand to remain as calm as you could be. “You’ll ruin the vibe. This is the stuff I use when I need to chill out, too, bro. Just try it.” He leaned back on his hands, getting himself comfortable for the high that was about to hit him.

Your eyes met his brown ones, the whites of his eyes now a pinkish, before looking at the joint in your hand again. “I’ve never gotten high before.” Your voice was quiet and weary and its higher pitch of embarrassment didn’t escape Glenn’s hearing. He chuckled.

“A good lookin’ guy like you never went to a frat party and got high?” Glenn leaned back and ran a hand through his hair before looking back at you. All the while, you felt a heat crawl up your neck to your face and ears with an embarrassed frown to showcase your flustered state. “If you don’t like it, I won’t make you do it again. I’ll be right here, too.”

Your gaze met his and his dark eyes held a rare sincerity shown only during his most vulnerable moments. Strangely enough, you found yourself relaxing slightly with his calm stare. This wasn’t a great idea, you knew this. But, if it could help you relax for awhile while the rest of the dads were asleep, and maybe even get you asleep, who were you to refuse?

Holding his stare, you brought the joint up to your lips and breathed in.

“Wait-”

It was too late. You were a coughing mess, leaning over to the side, away from Glenn, who was laughing like a maniac. He reached to save the joint as you coughed up what felt was going to be your right kidney. It was weird. It wasn’t a scratchy cough like when you’re clearing your throat, even though your throat needed that scratch. It was not a satisfying cough.

“You took too big of a hit for your first time, man,” you heard Glenn say between your coughs. He was sitting straighter up now, you noticed.

When you finally caught your breath and sat up straight again, the high came crashing in like a tidal wave. Your brain felt like static and you no longer felt like you were sitting. It was like you were in water, with how your body felt like you were in constant motion. You had to fight the urge to allow gravity to tip you over. Your throat felt dry but that wasn’t what occupied your mind.

Glenn seemed to have noticed the looming thoughts finally taking hold of the forefront of your brain, your facial expressions gave it all away.

“Whoa, man. You good?” He asked, his hand beginning to reach out slightly as you stared at it with wide, paranoid eyes. His fingers looked so gentle, Glenn was trying to be so calm for you, but with a quick glance up to his face, you knew he wasn’t exactly comfortable navigating the scene before him.

Your eyes dipped down to the ground again. The world around you felt shaky and you felt as if your heart was about to beat out of your chest. You heard your breaths, no longer as calm as you could be, but rather erratic. In-out. In-out. In-out! You held onto the front of your shirt as you tried to relax as well as you could.

“Hey,” you felt a warm hand on your back and you couldn’t stop yourself from flinching. “Hey, look at me.” Glenn’s voice rung through your head and got you to finally look at him. “Talk to me. What’s going on in your head?” He captured your attention, and your panicked eyes landed on his once more. Calm… collected.

“Our, our kids,” you croaked out. Your throat was still dry from taking such a big hit. “What if we can’t save them? What if we get them killed? What if we get killed?” Your eyes searched Glenn’s for an answer, anything even. He remained the same. “Glenn!”

“Don’t think like that, man.” He adjusted how he sat so he could wrap his arm around your shoulders. “We’ll take it one day at a time.” He held you close and you let your head fall on his leather clad shoulder. “The worse we get, the less likely we’ll be able to help our kids. We gotta stay strong.” You let him support you as you finally began to calm your breathing.

After a moment of silence, you were able to find your words again. “I’m scared.”

“Yeah, me too.”

#glenn close #glenn close dndads #glenn dndads #dndads #dungeons and daddies #dungeons and daddies fanfic #fanfic #dndads fanfic #glenn close x reader #x reader #x reader fanfic #writing #fanfic writing #tw drug use #tw weed #weed mention

[neurodiversebones]

so almost everyone in the squint squad has established childhood trauma (brennan, booth, sweets), what was all of their mental health like when they were younger? how did they cope? i hope you're doing alright!!!

OH i really adore this question !!! i <3 angst potential and i love these mf's sad backstories . gonna be honest, this is darker than most things i've posted before. it's mostly based on my own experiences and the experiences of a lot of my close friends- i'm gonna put a trigger warning for mention of abuse, self harm, eating disorders , substance abuse (drugs and alcohol), and suicide under the read more . please take care of yourselves !!! nothing is given graphic detail, but use your judgement and please don't read if it'll trigger you . i love you !!!

this evolved past just . their younger years and kind of became their Journeys with their mental health . i have a lot of thoughts pls ask me more about this omg :-))

i wrote so fucking much about this btw . i didn't know i had that many thoughts about this until i started writing and couldn't stop . my brain is Buzzing with angst for them .

brennan : brennan's mental health was always a little rocky, since she really struggled with loneliness in school, and didn't have many friends . as a kid, she never really understood why people didn't like her. she knew there was something different about her, but she couldn't see why people were so mean to her- the bullying lasted pretty much from the time she started school to graduation, and it was hell. a lot of adults didn't believe her or want to help her, and so she spent a lot of her childhood thinking that it was her fault she felt so alone. she didn't get to experience friendships as a kid, and despite learning being her favourite thing in the world, school was never a safe place for her.

however , once her parents left it got a Lot worse- the abandonment, and subsequent abuse she experienced in foster care, is what triggered her to develop ptsd. she was in some really bad homes- we get a few of the details in canon (like the family that locked her in the trunk of a car for breaking a dish), but there was always more. some were outright violently abusive, like that one, some were neglectful, and some, while not actively horrible, made it very clear that they didn't care much for her and she wasn't really a part of their family. she struggled with a lot of depression and hopelessness in her teen years because of this- the abuse was really difficult to deal with, and she turned to self harm and an eating disorder as a way to give herself some control over the situation. she spent almost all her time hiding away in her room studying, so between that and the constantly chaotic living situations, nobody even noticed what she was doing to herself. a social worker made her do therapy once, but she refused to speak the entire session, and continued to do so until she was allowed to quit. it hurt her, that nobody cared enough to notice that she was hurting herself, but she didn't want to ask for help because she refused to rely on anyone else after she'd already been abandoned once.

this, along with passive suicidality, followed her into adulthood, especially because she refused to address the problem or seek help. even for a good part of canon (really, up until season 6), we see her struggle with her mental health, struggling to understand the trauma she experienced as well as struggling to comprehend that even with all of that in her past, she can have positive relationships. her friendships helped her a lot though !! her friends at the jeffersonian were pretty much the first time in her life she wasn't... alone. this, along with actually finally seeking out help (therapy and meds), helped her to recover so she could finally feel Alive again (a big motivation for her was so that she could be a good mom to christine and hank <3) .

booth : we know from canon that booth has ptsd and experienced suicidal thoughts in his childhood . the trauma of the abuse from his dad fucked him up a lot- when he was a kid, he didn't really let it show, since he was in survival mode. he tried to be the best he could, be charming and happy and smart, both to avoid the abuse and to make sure nobody found out, since it was guaranteed that would make it worse. once he and jared were finally able to escape it and go live with their grandfather, it was the first time he actually let himself feel those feelings, and it was bad. his trauma manifested through anger- he wanted to hurt his dad for the torture he put them through, but he couldn't, so he took it out on himself instead. i think he struggled a lot with self harm in his youth and teen years, and continued to struggle with suicidal thoughts. he attempted, once, in highschool, but just woke up the next morning and pretended everything was fine. none of his friends ever knew he was hurting, most of them didn't even know about what he'd gone through as a kid. but his grandfather found the note in his room that day and talked to him about it when he got home, and he cried for probably the first time in years. that's what got him to finally accept help- he didn't realize how bad it was until that conversation.

another thing that was really triggering for him was alcohol- he was a football player, and all his friends were party boys. they drank a lot, and he usually avoided it. the most he ever had was a single beer, since he was terrified of losing control and being like his father. there was one time he got wasted- it was at a party, and he stumbled home that night. jared was in the kitchen, getting something to eat . booth was about 16 then, so jared was only 12 or 13. jared saw that he was drunk, and completely froze in fear, completely having a flashback. this fucked booth up- he was absolutely terrified of drinking from there on out, and was pretty much 100% sober until he was out of college.

angela : angela's mental health was pretty good until her late teen years (around 16). she had good friends, lots of hobbies, and she was really close with her dad. we don't know what happened to her mom, but i suspect it wasn't anything good- either she died when angela was young, or left. angela had some Issues with that, but it wasn't a huge deal for most of her life, since it had almost always been just her and her dad. when she was about sixteen though, things got rough- this is when her bipolar started, and it was really hard. she would cycle really rapidly in between manic and depressive episodes, and had some really terrifying mixed episodes as well (which can be really dangerous). she started getting more self destructive too- she developed an eating disorder around this time (bulimia), and started engaging in a lot of reckless behaviour that she could excuse by being a "party girl". she would binge drink, experiment with drugs, have reckless sex, etc. people worried about her, but she didn't even understand how dangerous any of it was until she hit rock bottom right at the end of her junior year. she was wildly depressed, and could barely get out of bed- her dad pulled her out of school, and she spent the last month of the school year just trying to get better. he cancelled a bunch of tour dates just to be with her and help her recover, and with a lot of help, things did start to get better.

her senior year, she didn't feel like going back to the place that had her so ill. and so she did her final year through homeschool, and spent it on the road with her dad. this was the best decision she ever made- it's where she fell in love with art, painting all the beautiful things she saw and learning to express how she was feeling through creation rather than destruction. when she goes to college the next year , she's in a MUCH more stable place and although she still struggles, she's much better at coping.

hodgins : hodgins started struggling with his mental health at a pretty young age (like, early middle school), but because of his families status, it was frowned upon to talk about. he didn't understand what was going on with him, just that he was so, so angry and sad all the time. he thought that something was wrong with him, that he was broken in some way, but he knew instinctively that it was something he wasn't supposed to talk about. he realized he was trans sometime around this age too, which really impacted his mental health- his dysphoria was really bad at this time, since there was nothing he could do about it. he had to keep his hair long, wear the "girls" uniform at school, act like a "proper lady" when his family was around. there was so much anger and sadness inside of him that he just didn't understand or know what to do with, which lead to a long battle with self harm that continued into his adulthood. his parents were aware of this, they just... wanted to ignore it until it went away.

when he was an older teenager, there was more he could do- he chopped all his hair off, which infuriated his parents, and was constantly in detention in school for refusing to wear the "proper" uniform. he wouldn't respond to his deadname, only jack, which got him in a lot of shit both in school and at home. he was already hurting himself as a way to rebel against this, but turned to drinking and drugs as another way to say "fuck you" to his family and the life he never felt like he belonged in. he fell in with a rougher crowd, since they were the only ones who understood and accepted him, and got into a bunch of trouble as a teen. he doesn't like to think back on those years. through university, he cleaned up his act a little, but really only on the outside. he was still wildly depressed, drinking, and so goddamn angry. it wasn't until he found his passion in school that he really started to care about his life- but once he found it, he realized he really did want to live. it was still really fucking hard, but he started to try to get better. he stayed mostly no-contact with his family, and started engaging in life more, trying to find hobbies and friends and have relationships that didn't revolve around just suffering and surviving together.

cam : cam grew up with a big pressure to be the perfect child placed upon her- she was the oldest daughter, and spent her whole childhood being "the smart one". she was really popular too, and from the outside looked like she had everything. but she really struggled with loneliness, and didn't feel like she fit in anywhere due to her undiagnosed autism and the pressure to constantly mask. the pressure of keeping up with her friends, of having perfect grades, of getting into the perfect school, of making her parents proud... caught up with her a lot once she was in her mid-late teen years. her eating disorder started around 15, and it offered her a huge sense of control in a world where she didn't feel like she had much- it was the easiest way to get away with hurting herself too. and it got her the approval and praise she wanted so badly- she looked like she was being healthy, and everyone praised her for how "good" she looked. it helped her fit in.

speaking of fitting in, her loneliness and the pressure to mask was really hard in highschool. sure, she had lots of friends, but she didn't feel like she connected with a single one of them. she knew there was something different about her, but she just couldn't figure out what it was. and so, she did everything in her power to try seem "normal". her friends were big party-goers, and so she would be too. she would drink... a somewhat concerning amount at parties. it was the only time she wasn't stressing about looking "right", about acting "normal". she was fun, and bubbly, and people liked her. boys liked her, her friends were too drunk to care that she was so obviously different to them, and she wasn't worried for once in her life. it doesn't help that alcohol and restrictive eating disorders is a known Really Bad Combination.

her ocd was also a big part of why she needed so much control in her life- her ocd started in childhood, around age 9. people thought she was just an anxious kid and a bit of a drama queen, but it was really scary for her. she had a lot of intrusive thoughts about the people around her getting hurt, and so her compulsions were really urgent and terrifying because she was so scared of things being her fault. in her teen years, her ocd fed into her ed a lot, but it also isolated her even further- she was so scared of being ostracized that she never enjoyed herself and . it sucked, to be the person who was always smiling but never really felt happy.

#this is over 2100 words btw . i've written essays significantly shorter than this . it's 5.5 pages double spaced . #this is so special to me though i have so many more thoughts please ask me more about any of these things #also i know i mentioned drug use and there's gonna be SOMEONE who's shitty about it so . if ur gonna demonize addicts just block me atp . #i don't wanna hear it #mental health headcanons #temperance brennan #seeley booth #angela montenegro #jack hodgins #cam saroyan #bones tv #bones tv headcanons

[wonik1ss]

JAY & Y/n | teaser : dear, reader

SYNOPSIS : two people with complete different life’s learn about each other with the help of a small little read book

a/n : are you ready to rumble

While you weren’t the most talkative at times you were still a very nice and caring friend. So instead of getting a book, or a baking lessons for you your dear friend Lily got you an empty red journal.

“Lily be honest your on drugs right?”. While you didn’t want to nod your head at your friend Natty’s question you did. After 8 years of being friends you would think Lily would now what kind of gifts her bff would want.

“Hey you didn’t let me speak yet!”

“I have a great idea on how you can get out of your bubble!”. Natty rolled her eyes and you titled her head. It wasn’t odd for Lily to come up with ideas on how to get you out and about making friends. It’s just none of them were.. this weird.

“I told you we should’ve left our friendship with her in elementary school”. Now it was Lily’s turn to roll her eyes as she picked up the book and faced her two friends.

“I was thinking that you could create a game with the book! By leaving a note in it and leaving it at library or something to make a new friend! And if you don’t like them you can just end it and nothing bad will happen!”

“I can’t believe you’ve gone insane.. I knew you hanging out with bae was a bad idea!”. You circled your room in a tizzy as Lily sighed watching.

“You know.. it’s not that bad of an Idea..”. Surprised by Natty’s response you almost broke your neck while turning to face her.

“The one time I actually need your back up you agree with her?”. Natty nervously smiled and put her hands on your shoulders, as you stared blankly at her.

“Don’t you want to make more friends? And go out to.. carnivals, beaches and maybe even I don’t know a party?”. You rolled your eyes at Natty as Lily got closer.

“Maybe just try writing it and if you don’t like it we won’t do it?”. You sighed as you grabbed the red journal and a pencil and sat at your desk.

dear, who ever is reading this

Are your tired of your life right now? Because I am.. or obviously I wouldn’t be writing this.. Anyways.. since your probably still reading this you I’ll tell you about the little game we are going to play. I mean if your up for it.. turn the next page..

“You see this is why I asked you to write my college letter!”. Lily gently hit Natty as you laughed and continued writing.

Now since you have turned the page I’ll get into the game. In this game of getting to know each-other we won’t just ask about each other about things we will dare each other. Like for example if you want my name you’ll have to the most deserted cafe in town to get it by eating there driest dessert. Now go grab a snack there and start the game already!

“Ok there !I don’t like it so now we burn it and never talk about this again!”

“WAIT! just keep it! I mean just case!”. Natty nodded while Lily looked at you with pleading eyes.

“Ok but you owe me a muffin!”

meanwhile…

On the other side of town a certain jock named Jay had just won another soccer game.

“You know I would have almost had it if you just didn’t steal the- “

“Heeseung we all know you were to busy staring at Karina to score the goal”. The rest of the group laughed as Heeseung rolled his eyes.

“Good game guys”. Karina said staring at her phone while Heeseung stood love struck.

“Ya I can’t wait to see you against the Ateam next week!”. Ning Ning said as she smiled at all the eleven boys but mainly the seven in-front of her.

“Thanks Ning but you didn’t have to congratulate these simps- I mean wimps so we could talk”. Ning Ning laughed at Sunoo as Heeseung and the rest of the enha boys glared at him.

“I know but I also wanted to know if you all were going to come to Gigi’s party! I know no one will go if the enha boys don’t!”. Sunoo smiled as he said yes and the two plus Karina left.

The seven boys got there name ever since they made the Enhypen it Enha club to do nothing for a whole period. With no teacher or anyone else caring since they got a lot of money for the highschool.

at the party…

As Jay pulled up to the party while everyone tried to leave his car he locked the doors.

“I swear to god if one of you throw up in my car one more time I’ll kill you all”. They all nodded as they got out but one boy ran up to the door.

“No promises grandpa!”. As Ni-ki opened the door and got lost in the party Jay sighed as Jake chuckled.

“I’ll keep an eye on him don’t worry just make out with a girl or something”. Jay smile as he watched the rest of his group went inside the party, while he waited outside. Until he heard some commotion coming from car behind him.

“Please Y/n just be a bad teen for once!!”. Natty said as Haneul giggled and Julie stepped out the car too.

“Stop trying to pressure the girl and get inside the party before you break her arm”. Natty sighed and let go of your hand at Julie’s words as you smiled and took her hands.

“Don’t get to drunk, stay away from all men and make sure Natty doesn’t get an std”. Now Haneul and Belle giggled as Natty rolled her eyes again.

“Roll them any father and they’ll get stuck there!”. As Julie said that Natty went into the party flipping her off.

“Now get home safe Y/n I’ll see you tomorrow! Also make sure Haneul doesn’t stay up to late at the sleepover she has a test tomorrow!”. You nodded as Haneul frowned and waved goodbye as you went to get into the car.

You looked to see a guy looking right back at you, but it was to dark to see, the guy who was going to start your little game with you and maybe a life too.

teaser : dear, reader

masterlist | entry 1 !

taglist ! OPEN for now you can ask anytime to be added, by commenting or asking :)

#kpop fanfic #kpop #kpop idol x reader #kpop imagines #kpopidol #kpop gg #kpop girls #kpop smau #reader x idol #reader insert #kpop rp #fanfic #idol x reader #x reader #jay x y/n #jay x you #jay x reader

[oddeyevibes]

Morbid

Summary: The IchiGang are charged with getting proof of Mabuchi’s deceit but on one condition.

Words: 1351

A/N: The con of half writing fics on mobile is that your auto correct will correct non-English words to other non-English words. Cause….why did my phone change Seiryu to Seitenumbrüche?

“Teacher lady stays.” Zhao speaks.

Everyone stopped in their tracks and turned to face the Liumang leader. Eyes widened at Zhao’s newest request, Ichiban especially.

“What’d you say?” Ichiban heard, but he still couldn’t believe it.

“I think it’s only fair. If you’re not Seiryu, then there’s no stake in it for you. You could leave…” Zhao’s gaze slid to Takabe’s beaten form. “Takabe was it?” He looked back up at the rest of you. “Who’s to say you won’t tuck and run?”

Ichiban glanced over to you. Your doe eyed expression meeting his before he turned back go Zhao.

“Nuh uh, no way!” He replied.

“Ichi.” You hissed, causing him to look at you. “This might be a good idea.”

“What?” He whispered back, his eyes growing wide. “We’re not leaving you behind.”

“I agree,” Nanba cut in. “Bad enough they already think we’re sparking this war, they could send you back in pieces.”

“I agree with Y/N.”

Saeko frowned. “Well maybe we should leave Nan-chan or Adachi here instead.”

Nanba’s eyes went wide. “What? Why am I getting put on the chopping block?”

“He called Y/N ‘teacher lady’. That means he knows who she is and he might now that her and Ichiban go way back. That’s why he singled her out.”

You shook your head. “A lot of Liumang have kids at the school I work at. I’ve met a few of them unofficially.” You were….half lying. “ But if that is the case then it’s all the more reason we could use me as a bargaining chip.”

Ichiban shook his head. “Uh uh. No way. It’s too risky.”

“Ichi, trust that at the first sign of something going wrong, Me and Takabe will find a way out. I can even make sure they don’t do anything to him…for his and Hoshino-san.”

He still wasn’t convinced. “You sure?”

You gave him a smirk. “Positive. You trust me, right?”

He gave you a somber look that gradually turned into one of determination. “Alright, I promise we’ll come back for you.”

You nodded. “I know you will.”

You all collectively turned back to Zhao, who stood there waiting patiently with a smirk.

“Well?”

You were about to speak but Ichiban beat you to it, taking a protective step in front you. “Fine, but nothing better happen to her while we’re gone.”

“As long as you keep your word, I’ll keep mine.”

Zhao had no actual intention of hurting you in any way. Even if Mabuchi was right. You yourself didn’t know that fully, you just knew where you and Zhao actually met before.

✨✨✨✨

“So what is it? Teacher by day, Yakuza by night?” Zhao jokingly asked.

He was sitting across from you. Separating you from the Seiryu clan being held under the guise of “preventing an escape”.

It was just you and him in the restaurant’s kitchen. You weren’t even restrained, you just sat there with your elbows on the counter. Meanwhile, Zhao decided…to cook for you.

“We’re not Yakuza.” You sighed. “And honestly, I get the feeling you already knew that.”

He smirked, placing a plate of chicken fried rice in front you, prompting you to remove your elbows and straightened up in the chair.

You looked down at it and it looked soooo good but as appetizing as it looked, a massive part of you was screaming to say no because of the entire situation. So you did, looking back up at him with a raised eyebrow.

“I’m not eating that.”

Zhao have you an exaggerated pout. “Awww come on, you’d be hurting my feelings.”

“That could be laced with something.” You reasoned.

“Do I look like the type of guy that would do something like that?”

“No one has to look like anything to be capable of drugging somebody. One bite of that and I could be next on someone’s black market organ display.”

“Morbid…but true.”

“That you drugged it?”

“That anyone can be capable of anything. Something I learned watching you and your friends fight off a bunch of Yakuza.”

He picked up a fork, gently stabbing it through a piece of chicken before holding it up to you. You were still apprehensive about it but relented.

You gently leaned forward, opening your mouth and allowing him to gently place the meat into your mouth. Closing your lips on the utensil and pulling back, you allowed the full pleasure of the small piece to spread throughout your mouth, a tasty sensation making you forget your current predicament.

You didn’t even mean for it to come out but the small moan of satisfaction slipped past your lips through your intervals of chewing. Zhao smirked at the response.

“Yeah, I get that reaction a lot.” He chuckled, clearly pleased with himself.

“You made this?”

He nodded. “I know my way around the kitchen.”

A moment of silence washed over the two of you before you decided to ask the pressing question.

“Why’d you single me out?”

Zhao gave you an expectant look, waiting for you to elaborate.

“Out of everyone in the group, you wanted me as the bargaining chip.”

He shrugged. “Isn’t it obvious? You were the only one of your little group that I actually knew. Well…sort of. I figured you’d be the less…hostile one. I was clearly right. So back to what I asked earlier…is this whole…Yakuza ringer a side gig?”

“I told you, we’re not Yakuza.”

“And the guy in the red suit is just flashy, then?”

“Ichiban? He’s…a bit dated but he’s not Yakuza…at least not anymore.”

“You two seem to have history. Am I allowed to ask about it?”

You were a bit hesitant, maybe just how lackadaisical he was about the whole thing unnerved you a bit but it was that same casualness that eased any tension you had. That, and the added first encounter with him at Hamakita Park. Maybe you were being a bit naive about the situation but…nothing wrong with testing the waters, right?

“We knew each other growing up.”

“Old friends?”

“Yeah basically.”

“Pretty protective over you, isn’t he?”

You laughed. “Is this the part where you realize how much of a bargaining chip you have?”

“Actually…it is the part where I ask just how true what your friend said is.”

The tone in the room grew somber. Zhao had already announced that Mabuchi was his right hand man. He no doubt trusted him on every matter. So for some strange people to come up to him and tell him his closest confidant is a two-faced liar, it’s a lot.

You weighed your next words carefully. “I don’t think there’s really anything I could say that could make you think any differently. He’s your friend, right? How long have you known him?”

“…Since we were kids.”

“Then the word of some teacher you met a few weeks ago is supposed to change that dynamic?”

He stood there silent for a moment, leaned against the kitchen’s island counter before letting out a weak laugh. “I guess not.”

“Then the best choice is to wait, isn’t it? It’s a lot to ask for someone to immediately doubt their friend. Ichiban isn’t even capable of doing that and he probably realized that too once they left.” You were now eating the meal he prepared for you on your own.

You paid no attention to the sly smile that painted his face as he watched you eat.

“Well, you’re right about one thing, that’s for sure.”

You looked up at him, still chewing the portion in your mouth. “What?”

He leaned in closer to you and with a whisper, “I did drug the food.”

He couldn’t contain the laugh that erupted at the sight of you spitting out the food and how you looked at him with a shocked expression.

“I’m joking of course!”

“That’s not funny!” You whined.

“Yeah? You should’ve seen the look on your face.”

His laughter continued, slowly coaxing you to join him as wiped your mouth. “That’s a morbid thing to joke about.”

“Well I guess we have that in common now don’t we?”

#yakuza like a dragon #yakuza 7 #zhao tianyou x reader #tianyou zhao

[seraphtrevs]

how do you think gus justifies his repeated abnegation? There were scenes where he was shown obsessively cleaning things or instructing lyle to continue to scour something that was already perfectly clean. i feel like the idea of him obsessed w supposed purity and self sacrifice/denial to achieve it would be a little to on the nose, but maybe not? quality of the meth for example? in any case, i love your answers about these sorts of topics, thanks for doing this!!!

There are two things that Gus struggles with - guilt and the fear of losing control, and his fastidiousness plays into both of those issues. It seems like we don't talk a lot about Gus's guilt because he very forcefully identifies the ones blame for Max's death (Eladio and the Salamancas) and what punishment they deserve (death).

Except that's not the whole story. We learn from Max that the idea to give Eladio's men samples was Gus's idea. We learn that Gus paid for Max's education as a chemist. It's possible that he put him through school just as an act of altruism and only to later have the idea for Max to cook meth....but that seems unlikely to me. I'm pretty sure his intentions with Max were business-oriented at first.

Max would not have gotten murdered if Gus did not get him involved with crime. And unlike Jimmy and Kim's Ham scam, Gus most definitely knew that getting involved with the cartel means risking your life. I'm sure Max went in with open eyes, but Gus was the one who put him on the bad choice road. Max's death was an unintended consequence of Gus's quest for wealth and power via the drug trade. Gus is not guilty of Max's murder - Max's murderers are - but he does bear a little responsibility for putting Max in that position

On top of the regular guilt, he has survivors' guilt - he's the one who fucked up by giving Eladio's men the meth samples. He should have paid the price. But unfortunately, life doesn't work that way.

His self-denial comes from his belief that he is the one who should have died, and he deserves punishment, the same as the others. If he's not going to die, denying himself the pleasures of life is the next best thing.

His other issue is his fear being made powerless again the way Eladio and Hector made him when they murdered Max. If he plans everything 20 steps in advance and takes the time to make sure every part of his plan is perfect, then he keeps his power. Getting sloppy means losing power, so he stays tidy. If he has a plan that he executes perfectly, then he will never lose control.

But of course, he had a plan before with Max - a very good one that took a lot of thought. But no matter how carefully you plan, there will always be curve balls and miscalculations you couldn't have spotted until everything was over. But facing that truth - that we're all at the mercy of a random, unfeeling universe - is unacceptable to Gus. He decides the problem wasn't the plan itself - it was that the plan was not good enough. He won't make that mistake again.

Except that he does, with Gale! He puts him through school to make him his meth cook. It leads to his death by violence - a completely foreseeable consequence, especially to Gus, you'd think. He still hasn't learned that the Game isn't winnable. Almost everyone who plays ends up dead sooner or later.

#gustavo fring #asks

[creature-wizard]

Mike Warnke claims that his path to redemption lay in... joining the Navy.

He claims that he isn't even fully detoxed from all the drugs he was doing before going to boot camp, where he met a couple of Christian guys and read the Bible owned by one of them, decided to accept Christ, and that this cured his Being An Asshole problem.

He claims that the Satanists realized that they made a mistake in kicking him out, and try to pull him back into the cult, but he's Christian now so that's not happening.

He claims that he met a nice Christian girl and got engaged, and apparently studied medicine under the Navy. Eventually he gets married, and continues to be bothered by Satanists and demons. Mike and his new wife Sue pray the demonic attacks away.

He says that he met Pastor Tim LaHaye, who allegedly claims to have been attacked by witches. (Which... hardly a tragedy if true, lol.) LaHaye, he also claims, gives him the straight dope about the Illuminati:

“That’s because it’s a top-secret organization, Mike. But I've done quite a bit of research. The Illuminati was started May 1, 1776, and the word itself means ‘Holders of the Light.’ In this case, it’s a Satanic light. Members think they alone have the wisdom to run the world. It’s really only the continuation ” I shook my head. “I never did find out much of a Satanic organization that has been in existence since — about 1100 a.d. Oh, under various names, of course.”

Cornerstone Magazine interviewed LaHaye, who confirmed that Warnke misrepresented the conversation they had. While Warnke claims that he first heard the word among Satanists, LaHaye believes that he'd never heard of it before meeting him. As for what the Illuminati actually is... the Encyclopedia Britannica article isn't a bad intro. Suffice it to say that the Bavarian Illuminati had some crappy ideas, but "Satanic" in the sense that Warnke describes it was not, and literally all of this shit about it performing blood sacrifices to Satan is carried over from witch hysteria and antisemitism - if it isn't just that upright.

Anyway, remember what I said about the Satanic cult stuff being a twisted power fantasy? Well, we can see Warnke shifting over to a new power fantasy:

I had had the feeling for a long time that Sue and I had not learned how to pray effectively, that we lacked “prayer power,” and that there were ways of prayer that could really defeat Satan in a big way—enough to put him down for the full count instead of having him get up off the canvas and come back at us with some new Satanic twist. I thought there must be a higher-powered prayer life than what we knew of yet.

...

Charles Lemmox was the pastor, and he was glad to hear that Sue and I might be interested in teaching a Sunday school class. But I was hesitant to accept.”

“Let Sue and me pray about it,” I told Helen. “I think you should know a little more about us before you have me teaching Sunday school. Why don’t you drop by and see us sometime this week?”

On the way home, Sue seemed quiet. Then, just before we got in the door, she opened up. “Mike, why were you so enthusiastic about teaching Sunday school at first, then got all shook up about it?” She put her Bible on the table and sat down.

“Well, I just thought we ought to pray about it, first. I also think Helen should know about my witchcraft experiences and all that junk before—”

“How can you say that? You've accepted the Lord! Your sins are washed away. Jesus died for you. After all you’ve been through, you'd be a better teacher than a lot of goody-goodies that go around proclaiming how perfect they are!” Sue’s eyes flashed, and I knew I had lost that argument already.

Warnke writes Helen saying that they need people who've been through his experiences to talk to kids these days, because kids can see through phonies, which... real ironic there, Warnke.

He also claims that Helen taught him how to empower his prayers by invoking the Blood of Christ and Jesus's suffering. The prayer she allegedly suggests is this:

Lord I ask for the power of Jesus to save me from this—name what the oppression is—and to help me with the problem I’m going through. I claim the protection of Jesus’ Blood and the power of His resurrection to rebuke Satan, right now, in the name of Jesus!

These seem like strange things to invoke to me, because Jesus's blood isn't supposed to be protective; it's supposed to be cleansing. (Isn't it the Holy Ghost that's supposed to be protective?) And what does the Resurrection have to do with rebuking? (Isn't that what Jesus's royal authority is supposed to be for?) Like, you cannot convince me that this is some sort of major power upgrade.

#the satan seller #mike warnke #satanic panic

[snarkysinner]

𝗧𝗿𝗮𝘂𝗺𝗮𝘀, 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗲.

I was born into a millionaire and privileged family, I had to act like the son of a powerful man with all the ruthlessness and calculation. This lifestyle alone is not what I molded into the serious man I can be. The endless abuse from my drunken father and the neglect from my mother, a woman who only cares about her and only her. My father started beating me when I was 10 years old, the end of the happy childhood that a child could have had ended to become a nightmare from which I cannot escape. At school the teacher talked about nightmares, she said that if we told them they would disappear, but I couldn't say about mine. My nightmare was my father, a constant hell. He used to burn out cigarettes on my skin, Searing bursts of raw agony flamed around the wounds as I involuntarily cried out. I have it all. watching my self-esteem go up in flames. Deprived me of water, which caused me to dehydrate and be in the hospital twice, making me stand in the middle of the living room all night I took it all. My father was a sadistic man. He sent me to the hospital with two broken ribs.

Tossing and turning in my sleep every night afraid of what else my father could do until he could kill me. One night I was in my room playing the guitar when he came home drunk and grabbed the guitar and threw it against the wall. That guitar belonged to my grandfather and according to him my grandfather mistreated him but he was never mean to me. Every night he is drunk doing all the same shit I still can't seem to face it because I wouldn't let him take my strengths and turn them into weakness I don't fucking need this. The only light outside the tunnel was my little sister. She brought out the good in me, her sharp wit and high self-esteem. The softer, kinder side I saved only for her.

But the apple didn’t fall from the tree and due to this, I didn’t believe in love. I saw love as a tool to get what I wanted and never pictured myself being in love with anyone. I like to toy with the girls that come my way. They bored me to be honest. I’m a sucker for someone to challenge me that pushes my limits. I was a night owl. I would whisper something soft in their ear. There’s no knot too hard for me. Just by kissing their lips, girls loosen up. I would take their virginity like a trophy and then I would give them to my friends so they could have some fun with them. Like a piece of meat. I do drugs and I’m addicted to the pain that I can inflict on other people. I was on it for a while, dunno how to put it down.

We share the girls, those are the rules for belonging to the group. but no one would dare to touch them, not without my consent, my friends knew of my bad temper and no one knew that my father was an abusive man, for all of us we were the perfect family. Too many bones inside his closet. When I played the guitar and piano I was calm but when I played the drums all the memories came like a flashback playing the sticks until my fingers went numb. Through the years I discovered that music was a way to cope with my traumas. playing just for me in the apartment that my grandfather had given me. My father stopped hitting me when I had enough strength so that he would never touch a single hair mine again and the years had passed. I was no longer the child afraid of his father, that monster had turned me into his own reflection or much worse. The damage was already done.

𝗧𝗿𝗮𝘂𝗺𝗮𝘀, 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗲.

I came to the house to see my sister play with her. My mother with a cigarette in her hand stood there behind us. I could smell the stench of cigarettes. “You are slowly becoming like your father.” Scoffing loudly. “Whose fault is that?” “I gave you the wrong name.” I stand up to face her with a scowl on my face. “You are just a coward as a mother.” She delivered a hasty slap to my face. “How dare you, I am still your mother.” “Je suis désolé mère.” I've learned the language of love known as French from my mother's side. I guess that her definition of violence and mine is something that we look at differently. My gaze pierced into hers. “You are as guilty as him for letting him do that to me. Are you going to let him beat her too? Where were you? When I was screaming your name mother?” She must have heard him and remained silent. The only person behind my grandfather I could count on was her and she never intervened. Grabbed the cigarette from her lips to tossed it on the floor and placed my foot on it.

I leisurely strode away. Every memory they left me has a bad taste in my mouth. I'm healing but the scars upon my body are still bleeding and it's been a couple years but you can see it. At this rate I’m an unkillable cockroach. I got some demons I should put to rest and some traumas that I can't forget. I headed down a dangerous road. Will I ever really be saved or did my parents actions seal my fate.?

To Be Continued…

#Jamilsolo

[theautisticbarbie]

A Bird of Praise

Act II

Chapter VIII: The Makeover

Previous Chapter

Word Count: 5,203

Chapter Summary: Tara learns that the party is not only privy to the supernatural shenanigans of the mirror realm, but has thwarted them multiple times, realising that they may be essential in connecting the dots in her chequered past. Later, she finds herself dragged into the popular girl’s circle. An impromptu visit from Tara’s little cousin prompt Billy to ask where he and Tara stand relationship wise.

Chapter Warnings: USE OF THE R SLUR (Nancy, you’re out of pocket for that), half-hearted smut, controlling behaviour, allusions to controlling parents

Tara’s sleep was plagued by screams and a burning sensation, neither of which she could even vaguely identify. She couldn’t make out any of it, but it horrified her.

“Breathe. Sunflower. Three to the right. Four to the left. Rainbow. 450.”

Suddenly she was jolted awake and felt herself exude a very forceful push.

When she came to her senses, she saw Max rubbing the back of her head, muttering curses under her breath.

“Max? What are you doing here?”

“Well, I WAS going to see if Billy could spend the night here so I wouldn’t have to explain what happened to Neil, but do you maybe wanna tell me what the hell that was?”

“Explain what to Neil? What happened? How did you even get in here?”

“I used Billy’s key.”

“Which, incidentally, he won’t be getting back,” interjected a voice.

“Steve? Why are you in my house? And what happened to your face?”

“Don’t worry about me. You should’ve seen the other guy.”

“That’s not funny!” Tara chided. “Do you need ice? I’m pretty sure I have ice,” she offered.

“I’m fine. Don’t worry.”

He wasn’t the only uninvited guest. Dustin, Mike and Lucas were there, too.

“Dustin!” Tara scolded. “I have a few choice words for you,” she said, hopping out of bed, forgetting the injury that his shenanigans ironically led her to have. She hissed in pain as her foot hit the floor. “Son of a biscuits…” she cursed through gritted teeth.

“Are you okay? What happened to your leg?” Dustin asked.

“YOU happened to my leg, Dustin Henderson! What is wrong with you? Why on earth would you keep a troll in your room?”

“A what?”

“Don’t play dumb! I saw it for myself! What on earth were you doing in the Mirror Realm? Do you have ANY IDEA how dangerous that place is?”

“The mirror realm? Wait, what were you doing in my room?”

“Returning the library books that you stole so that you wouldn’t get your library card revoked!”

“Can we maybe get back to why and how you flung Max 10 feet away from you?” Lucas asked.

“I don’t know! I was sleeping soundly at first and then I heard screams, I felt REALLY hot and then I felt something grab me and OH GOSH MY POWERS ARE BACK!”

“Powers??” everyone except Steve collectively asked in shock.

“Wait, you guys didn’t know about this?” Steve asked.

“No!” the party collectively responded.

“I assumed you guys already knew. I only knew because I saw her kick the crap out of the first demogorgon with them. That was pretty bad-ass by the way.”

“What’s a demogorgon?” Tara asked, confused.

“Well, I presume, by the context of this conversation, what you refer to as a ‘troll’, we refer to as a ‘demogorgon’ and by the ‘Mirror Realm’ I presume you’re referring to the upside down,” Dustin explained.

“The troll…” Tara recalled, only marginally less confused. “Oh! That! I just didn’t want it to hurt Nancy or Jonathan. Or any of my other friends.”

“So what do you mean your powers are back? What happened?” Steve asked.

“Well, Jason drugged me at Tina’s party and since then I haven’t been able to really use them until just now.”

“He DRUGGED you?”

“Look, can we talk about this when it’s not 3:26 in the morning and we have school in less than 5 hours? Just leave Billy on the couch. I’ll explain everything tomorrow after school. Meet me in the dance studio.”

“I’m gonna go ahead and assume this involves sensitive information?” Dustin asked.

“Well, yes.”

“Then we’ll meet in the AV room. After school. 3:30 sharp. Don’t be late.”

“Deal! Now go home and sleep so you’ll get to school on time tomorrow!”

“So out of curiosity, where’s the other Newman?” Steve asked.

“He and the other members of his club are spending the night at Gareth’s house. There was an incident and they’re all still kinda shaken up. Nothing to do with the mirror realm, though. Just a spurned lover. That’s all.”

“Seems like you’d know all about that,” Steve remarked.

“Funny,” Tara replied sarcastically. “Out.”

The morning proper came and Tara was immediately woken up with “That little bitch! She can skate to school!”

Tara took her clothes off and was about to step into the shower when she heard Billy stomp upstairs to her room, clearly very agitated.

The anger completely left his body when he saw Tara naked standing in the bathroom doorway. “You were saying?”

“I didn’t say anything,” he said, flashing a grin.

“So you’re not gonna make Max skate to school?”

“Oh come on. I’m only a monster in the best possible way.”

Unfortunately, his words and his actions didn’t match. Whatever happened the previous night, it left him struggling to stay hard.

“Come on, babe,” he panted, thrusting into her. “Do something sexy. Soap your tits or something.”

A few frustrated thrusts later led him to a mediocre dry orgasm with a half-hard dick.

“I swear to Christ, when I work this out of my system, I am going to fucking ruin you.”

When Tara got to ballet class, auditions for “The Nutcracker” were being held. Tara was going to grit her teeth through her injuries and give it one thousand percent. This was her year. She just knew she could see herself as Clara.

Thankfully, the gas leak had FINALLY been resolved, so auditions were actually in the studio.

During her audition, Chrissy and Kenzie were looking at her intently for some odd reason, though she decided to pay it no mind.

During the lunch break, during which Tara was forced to sit with Billy and the popular crowd, Chrissy spoke.

“So, Tara, the other girls and I were talking and we think that you should have the open spot on our cheer squad.”

“Oh, no, I’m not meant to be a cheerleader.”

“Come on, babe,” Billy said, putting a hand on her back. “You know you want to.”

“You get a sweater with your name on it,” Chrissy enticed in a sing-song voice.

“Well, I guess I could give it a shot and see how it goes.”

“That’s the spirit doll!” Billy clapped.

Tara waited outside of the AV room anxiously with Steve.

“Jesus, they said 3:30 on the dot. It’s 3:45 and they’re nowhere in sight. What’s taking those little shits so long?” Steve asked.

“Hey!” Tara chided. “They are not little s-words! They’re great kids! Maybe they’re just running behind.”

“‘Scuse us! Coming through!” Dustin called.

“Make way! Make way!” Lucas added.

“Oh god what are they doing?” Steve asked, noticing a giant bin being pulled by a wagon.

“Top secret AV equipment! No touching!” Mike shouted.

“Weirdos,” a middle schooler remarked.

“Hey! Those are MY weirdos!” Tara retorted.

“Confidential gathering, people! Nothing to see here! Go about your business, people!” Dustin shouted.

“God, these kids,” Steve said, facepalming.

“Hey, are you deaf? We said beat it!” Max barked.

The other kids scattered while the party took the bin into the AV room.

“What the hell is that anyway?” Steve asked.

Mike closed and locked the door behind him once everyone was inside.

“It’s okay! You can come out now,” Dustin said.

The lid to the bin popped off, and out came the little brunette girl that Tara had bumped into the other day.

“Tara,” Dustin began, “This is El. She has psychic powers just like you. El, this is Tara Newman. She’s basically the designated substitute big sister of the party.”

“Wait,” Max interjected. “So Tara is in the party, but I can’t be?”

“She’s not IN the party,” Mike interjected. “She’s more like… an NPC.”

“An NPC?” Max asked.

“It means that she’s there when we need her help and out of the way when we don’t.”

“I remember you! Sorry about the other day! I’m such a klutz,” Tara said apologetically.

“It’s fine,” El said.

“So is there any particular reason why you’re hiding in a bin?” Tara asked.

“We will be more than happy to explain everything,” Dustin said.

That’s how Tara found out about Hawkins Lab and the truth behind Will’s disappearance. And that’s how the party found out about about the New Belgium Lab. Or what little of it Tara could remember anyway.

El told Tara all about Hawkins Lab and the horrors she faced there.

“So wait, your father was the head doctor at the lab?” Tara asked, seeking clarification.

“No,” El shook her head. “He made us all call him Papa.”

“Do you know who your real father is?”

El shook her head.

“That’s okay,” Tara said, truthfully not knowing how to respond to that.

“These people,” Tara started again. “They hurt your mom?”

“Bad,” El confirmed.

“So she was part of some experiment, Project MK Ultra, and she didn’t know she was pregnant with you yet, and they took you from her and when she fought to bring you back home… they…” Tara‘s stomach began to churn. “Ay dios mio, that’s a lot.”

“Yeah, no kidding,” Steve said, taking a deep exhale.

“Ask,” El said, nudging Steve. “You promised.”

“Right,” Steve said, pulling out a piece of newspaper from his pocket. “Does this face look familiar to you at all?”

There it was. A clip out of Dr. Martin Brenner. Tara couldn’t identify why, but seeing this man’s face gave her crippling anxiety. Her breath hitched in her throat and she frantically flipped the paper over before catching her breath in relief.

“Jesus. I’ll take that as a yes,” Steve said.

“I have no idea why, though,” Tara retorted. “I have no idea who this man is, but seeing him makes me feel paralysed with fear, so I had to have met him before.”

“Well, that’s a good start. We know that whatever happened while you were there involved him in some way.”

“Psychological memory repression!” Dustin blurted out eliciting quizzical stares from the room.

“When a psychological trauma is caused, the person who’s been traumatised often represses the memory as a defence mechanism! It’s especially common during trauma that occurs in formative years!”

“English, Henderson,” Steve interjected.

“Whatever happened at the facility, Tara remembers all of it!”

“Um, no I don’t. That’s literally the whole problem.”

“Yes! You do! Your memories are just…” Dustin paused, looking for an appropriate phrase. “…behind a wall, so to speak.”

“So we just need to break down that wall?” Steve asked.

“Exactly!”

Steve was the first to notice Tara zone out.

“Hey, you still with us?” He asked, waving a hand in her face.

“Breathe. Sunflower. Three to the right. Four to the left. Rainbow. 450.”

That immediately caught El’s attention.

“Breathe. Sunflower. Three to the right. Four to the left. Rainbow. 450.”

Steve waved his hand, snapping his fingers in her face to try to get her attention. “Hey! Hello?”

The other kids began to freak out. Steve turned to Max.

“What’s wrong with her?” He asked.

“How the hell should I know?”

“Mama?” El asked, taking Tara’s hand.

Tara turned to El. “Jane,” was all she said before snapping out of it.

Blood ran down Tara’s nostril as she came to her senses.

“Mama?”

“Uhhhhh?”

“Mama! Mama, no! Mama!” El pleaded, desperately shaking Tara as if it would bring back the person previously occupying her body.

“MAMA! MAMA!” El cried as she shook Tara violently.

“What is your problem?” Max asked, trying to get between them.

SMACK!

“Hey! Hey! Whoah! Let’s just calm down!” Steve said, literally prying El off of Tara.

“No!” El protested.

Steve literally grabbed El who was now hysterical and tried to soothe her, earning several punches in spots that were still very sore from his run-in with Tara’s Neanderthal of a boyfriend.

“She was there!” El cried hysterically. “Mama was there!”

Tara was only increasingly confused.

Eventually, El broke down and just sobbed.

“It’s okay, kid. It’s okay,” Steve said soothingly.

After El calmed down, Dustin was the first to speak.

“So we’re gonna figure out what the hell that was, right?”

“Jesus Christ, this just gets weirder and weirder,” Steve said.

“I’ll tell Dr. Owens what happened and see if he can help,” Tara started.

“That might be a problem,” Dustin interjected. “Nobody’s been able to get a hold of him since the incident at the lab.”

“We have to tell Hopper,” Mike said. “This could be serious. We could be dealing with another Mindflayer.”

“Mindflayer?” Tara asked curiously.

“It’s the reason Will isn’t at school today,” Mike clarified.

“Huh?”

“Look, Tara, there are certain things that we can’t tell you about,” Lucas interjected.

“Really? After everything I just told you?”

“This thing begins and ends with El, so the less you know, the better!” Dustin declared.

“You sure about that? Because it honestly sounds like you just very recently found out about this ’mindflayer’ and don’t really know what you’re dealing with just yet.”

“Jesus Christ, she’s good,” Dustin mumbled.

“Yeah, well, come on, Henderson. She has psychic powers. I think it’s pretty safe to say she’s in it,” Steve said. “Whatever this is, anyway.”

Tara winced in pain as she felt the sting from the troll’s bite.

“Your leg gonna be okay?” Steve asked.

“I’ll be fine. The pain comes and goes. I can take a Tylenol when I get home.”

“All the more reason we have to tell Hopper!” Mike insisted.

Tara winced in pain, unable to even argue with the children.

“Come on,” Steve offered. “I’ll take you home so you can rest.”

“I say we go straight to the station and tell Hopper now,” Lucas said.

“Good idea. I get the feeling this isn’t something we should be putting off,” Dustin agreed.

“Really, Dustin? You’re gonna leave without our secret handshake?” Tara chided, crossing her arms.

“Oh! Pfft! Of course! Where are my manners?” Dustin asked, bending his arm behind his back and to the front in a way that should not have been anatomically possible.

Tara followed suit with her arm, earning collective winces from the room.

The two shook their hands from impossible positions.

“How come we don’t have a secret handshake?” Mike asked as soon as he thought it was safe to look.

“We can come up with one!” Tara offered.

“Later!” Lucas interjected. “We need to find Hopper first!”

After the group dispersed from the AV Room, Tara followed Steve to his BMW. “So what’s up with you and Henderson?” he finally asked.

“What do you mean?” Tara asked, confused.

“You got the same condition or what’s with the arms?”

“Oh no! Dustin has Cleidocranial Dysplasia. I have Ehlers Danlos Syndrome. Those are two totally different things that just both happen to be hallmarked by hyper mobility.”

“Riiiight,” Steve said, struggling to follow along.

“You know,” he said after a long pause. “I feel like we’ve met before.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I know. Crazy, right?”

“Would it happen to be in 2nd grade, during the production of Cinderella Jr? Perhaps we were ballet dance partners?” Tara asked, raising a brow.

“I had forgotten about that!” Steve blurted out, as though he had just sprung back to life. “You look so different now!”

“Well, I DID lose a bunch of weight in 8th grade and when I first started high school, I got my eyes checked and to absolutely nobody’s surprise, I needed glasses.”

“I can’t believe all this time, I didn’t recognise you.”

“Well, to be fair, you also look pretty different when you’re being a jerk.”

“Yeah,” Steve said, rubbing the back of his head, embarrassed. “I ditched ballet in middle school. Became King Steve instead.”

“You were one of the few people in class who was nice to me. I was heartbroken to see you become a bully.”

“Yeah, well, popularity isn’t everything. I had to learn that one the hard way.”

Just then, a red 1980 Mercedes convertible pulled up with a gaggle of cheerleaders in tow and Kenzie behind the wheel.

“Get in, four eyes. It’s time for your makeover.”

Tara took a cursory glance into the car. Besides Kenzie, there was Chrissy in the passenger’s seat and two girls who Tara immediately recognised as the two whom Billy cheated on her with at Tina’s Halloween party. Lest she forget that Patti, was it? That she came back to her house looking for him.

“As tempting as that sounds,” Tara started. “I was actually going—“

“Home with Steve Harrington? Yeah right,” Patti snarked, standing up in the vehicle. “Hey, Nancy!” she called.

And people say Tara is obnoxious. If Nancy heard her, that would mean her voice went clear across the whole parking lot.

It worked though. Nancy approached them with the most obviously annoyed look on her face. “What do you want?” she asked.

“Were you aware that your boyfriend was going home with another girl?”

“Steve? What the hell?”

“Look, Nance. It’s not what it looks like.”

“So you weren’t going home with Tara?”

“Well, yes, but that’s all that’s all. I wasn’t gonna sleep with her or anything.”

“That’s not the point, Steve!” Nancy turned to Tara. “Look I don’t know what retarded bullshit you’re trying to rope people into this time, but eventually, you’re gonna have to grow up!”

“Retarded?” Tara asked, dejected.

“Nobody wants to constantly put up with that crap from you!” Nancy added on.

“You think I’m retarded?” Tara asked, a quiver in her voice.

“Tara, what on earth could Billy Hargrove possibly want with you? You dress like an overgrown toddler, you cry over everything and you expect everyone else to fix your problems! Being friends with you is an endurance test and suddenly the cheer squad of all people want to be best buddies with you? Use your head!”

Nancy’s words stung. Tears pricked the corners of Tara’s eyes as she took a shaky breath.

“Well, if that’s how you feel,” her voice cracked and she took a solid breath. “Then I guess we aren’t friends after all!” she finished firmly, getting into the back of the convertible.

The whole car ride was interesting to say the least.

“Tara, I swear you are one lucky bitch!” the girl on Patti’s opposite side declared. “If I had a boyfriend like Billy—“

“Debbie, come on!” Chrissy interjected.

“I mean it’s kinda true,” Patti added. “I mean have you seen that ass? I would be glued to his crotch if I were his girlfriend!”

“Gross!” Chrissy declared.

“Oh come on, Chrissy! Like you and Jason don’t go at it like rabbits!” Kenzie snarked.

Patti, Kenzie and Debbie proceeded to mock Chrissy.

“Oh Jason! Oh Jason! Right there! Don’t stop! Oh Jason!”

There weren’t a whole lot of things that could make Tara rethink her decisions, but hearing about the sex life of someone who raped her was definitely on that short list.

However, before she could ask to be let out, the car stopped in the town square.

“Hey, Debbie Harry, Linda Lovelace! We’re here!” Kenzie called.

“Here” was a beauty salon owned by Debbie’s family.

Once they got in, they were greeted by a stylist.

“Ah jeez. Looks like I’ve got my work cut out for me. Tara, I presume?”

What was THAT supposed to mean?

“Yup!” Debbie said before Tara could even open her mouth.

The first thing the stylist did was yank off her glasses.

“Hey!” Tara cried indignantly, “I need those to see!”

“Contacts are a thing, honey. Come into the 20th century,” the stylist dismissed.

The way Tara was yoinked, poked and prodded made her feel more like a Barbie doll than a person. After changing into her cheer outfit that was given to her, she was practically dragged in front of a mirror. To say she didn’t look like herself anymore was one hell of an understatement.

As if this wasn’t already jarring enough, she heard a wolf whistle from behind and turned around to see no other than her cursed boyfriend.

“Look at you,” he cat called.

Of course he was behind this.

“It’s just missing one thing,” he said, reaching into his pocket.

What he pulled out was a small jewellery pouch.

“Your birthday present. Close your eyes, beautiful.”

Tara closed her eyes, caught off guard in disbelief. He actually got her a birthday present?

Once she felt him secure the clasp in the back, she felt giddy. He got her a necklace.

“Okay, open them, doll.”

As soon as Tara opened her eyes, she was immediately disappointed. The necklace was rose gold and had 2 tiers. The upper tier had a little heart. The lower tier had his name.

“Do you like it, babe?”

Tara was doing her best to mask her disappointment, less so because she didn’t want to seem ungrateful that he got her a gift (all though that was definitely a part of it), and more so because she knew that if she made Billy angry, she was going to be the one with hell to pay.

“It’s beautiful,” she gritted. “A necklace with YOUR name on it. That’s not something you see everyday. Definitely unique!”

Billy grabbed her waist and pulled her back against his chest.

“This way, everyone will know that you’re my girl,” he said, making his reasoning for his gift quite clear. “And you‘ll know that I will always choose you.”

Tara wasn’t expecting that part.

Once Tara got back home, courtesy of Billy’s Camaro, she saw her front door was cracked open.

“Stay in the car,” Billy said, going to investigate.

Tara waited in the passenger seat when she heard arguing, punches being thrown and a child’s scream that sounded VERY familiar.

When she got out of the car to investigate, she crossed the threshold of the doorway when she heard Billy.

“You thought you and your little hombres were gonna rob my girlfriend’s house?” he asked.

When she got into the dining room where Billy accosted the supposed intruder, she was immediately shocked.

“Billy, that’s my little cousin!” she chided, breaking his hand off of her blouse collar.

“I told you to wait in the car,” he reminded her flatly.

“What is wrong with you? Dory doesn’t even jaywalk and you’re treating her like she’s some criminal!”

The 13 year old girl was clearly terrified when Tara sat her down on the couch.

“How did you get here?” Tara asked.

“I used the key in the decoy rock. My mom has the same one.”

“Well, yeah I figured that out. I mean how did you get here all the way from Rutherford?”

“I took the bus.”

“I see,” Tara said, trying to gauge the situation. “And do Uncle Chris and Aunt Julia know you’re here?”

“Can I live with you?”

Whatever was going on, Tara could tell she was going to need to give it her full attention and since Daniel was likely still at Gareth’s place with the other members of Hellfire Club after yesterday’s incident, she was the only one who could help right now.

“Billy, do you mind?”

“Yeah screw this,” he scoffed. “I’m getting a beer.”

“That’s fine. Just give us a minute.”

Billy rolled his eyes and made his way upstairs towards Tara’s room.

“You’re not supposed to have beer,” Dory said matter-of-factly.

“And you’re not supposed to run away from home,” Tara retorted playfully. “What brought this on anyway?”

“Mayte’s mom died, so dad says she has to live with us now.”

“And you didn’t want her to come live with you, so you decided to run away?”

“She’s such a bitch!”

“Dory, language.”

“Well it’s true! You can’t even deny it!”

“Well, be that as it may, you can’t just run away from home. Aunt Julia and Uncle Chris are probably worried sick about you!”

Dory’s protests rang through the house as Tara picked up the phone.

“Maldonado residence,” a woman answered very anxiously.

“Aunt Julia, it’s Tara. Dory is safe. She’s at my house.”

“Oh thank god!” Julia responded, audibly relieved.

“I’ll bring her back over—“

“No no no!” Julia tutted. “You’re not making a 3 hour drive one way when you have school tomorrow! I’ll come get her.”

“I hate you!” Dory yelled as soon as Tara hung up the phone.

“I know you’re upset, but Aunt Julia and Uncle Chris were probably terrified that something happened to you!”

“But I don’t wanna go back home!” Dory protested tearfully.

“That’s too bad, you little brat!” Billy called from the top of the stairs, beer in hand.

“Billy!” Tara yelled sternly.

Billy only sipped his beer in response, amused by the bickering between Tara and Dory.

“Look, I know Mayte is a jerk, but you can’t just run away from home,” Tara said, running out of things to say.

She took a breath and continued.

“Do you remember my friend, Barb?”

“The one who always hangs out with you and Nancy?” Dory asked.

“Yeah. Well, she supposedly ran away from home and now nobody can find her. Not even the people closest to her.”

“Well, I hate to break it to you, doll face, but that kinda defeats the purpose of running away, doesn’t it?” Billy asked, chugging his beer.

Tara only shot Billy a glare, the message behind it being very clear.

“You remember what happened to Will?” She asked Dory.

“You mean how he went missing and everyone thought he was dead?”

“Exactly. What if something like that happened to you?”

“Mom and dad would be scared to death,” Dory relented.

“Exactly. Aunt Julia would lose her mind!”

“I wish Mayte would disappear…”

“Dory!”

“You do, too! Nobody likes her!”

“Hey! Don’t speak for me, okay?” Tara warned sternly.

Dory only blew a raspberry in response, eliciting an eye roll from Tara.

“Look, why don’t you go in the den and watch television while you wait. Just don’t tell Aunt Julia, okay?”

“Yipee!”

When Julia finally pulled up to the house, Tara want to answer the door.

��No funny business,” she warned Billy.

“Hmm?”

“Billy, I’m dead serious. If you say or do anything even vaguely disrespectful to my aunt, I’ll…” Tara trailed off.

Billy narrowed his eyes. “Finish that sentence, I dare you.”

“Look, just… can you please just do me a favour and just at least pretend to be nice?”

“That’s what I thought, princess.”

Tara sighed and opened the door. “Aunt Julia! Dory is just in the kitchen reading a book!”

On cue, Dory shut off the television and ran into the kitchen with the first book she could pull out of her backpack.

“Dory, you gave me a heart attack! What were you thinking? Running away?”

“I’m sorry, mom—“

“Well, ‘sorry’ doesn’t cut it this time! You snuck out of class and hitchhiked your way to a different state! Are you out of your mind? What on God’s Green Earth possessed you to do that?”

“Mayte did! I don’t wanna live with her, okay?”

“No, not okay! She’s your sister!”

“No, she’s not! Just because dad slept with another woman doesn’t make her family!”

“Dory, I don’t know what in the world has gotten into you, but you need to change your attitude!”

“How about you stop being a bitch for five seconds?” Billy asked out of left field.

“Billy!” Tara hissed.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” Billy said flatly, lighting a smoke.

“Well, Mr…”

“Billy.”

“Right. Billy. When you have your own kids and understand for yourself just how dangerous the world is and how many people out there want to hurt them, you’ll be doing this exact same thing. I promise you.”

“Well, here’s the part you don’t get. I ain’t having any kids. Not now. Not ever.”

Tara felt a pang in her chest. That hurt. She really wanted children and thought she and Billy would have cute babies together.

“Oh you’re still in that phase, huh? You still think girls have cooties, too?”

“Some of these nasty bitches do. That’s what rubbers are for.”

“Who are you? What are you even doing in my niece’s house?”

“I would say the better question to ask would be WHO I’m doing, but then you’ve answered your own question, haven’t you?”

“Dory, get your stuff and get in the car.”

Dory was gathering her belongings in the kitchen when Billy walked in.

“Hey.”

“What do you want, you jerk?”

“Lose the attitude, brat. I came to talk.”

“About what? I don’t even know you.”

“Look, don’t take your mom’s shit, okay?”

“What?”

“What she said about whatever bitch she’s making you call your sister? Screw that. If you say she’s not your sister, then she’s not your sister.”

“Why are you being nice to me?”

“I’m not. But I know a shitty situation when I see one.”

Dory simply pushed past him to her mother.

Once they left, Billy prepared himself for the tongue lashing Tara was inevitably going to give him. What he actually got, however, was very different.

“You don’t want children?” Tara asked, dejected.

“Hell fucking no! It’s bad enough I’m always stuck babysitting that little shit!”

Right on cue, the sound of rolling along the concrete came drifting closer.

“Speak of the damn devil,” he added, taking a drag of his cigarette.

Tara looked outside to see a very exhausted Max skating to her front door.

“You made Max skate home?” Tara asked angrily.

“Yeah? What of it?”

“Are you out of your mind? Do you have any idea how dangerous that is? You know Hawkins used to be a Sundown Town, right?”

Tara’s lecture was cut short by the phone ringing. She gave a heavy sigh and answered.

“Newman residence.”

There was faint conversation and Tara let out another heavy sigh.

“Yeah, okay I’ll be right there. Just give me like 15 minutes to change clothes and—“

Whoever was on the other end sounded pissed.

“Yes, I know how serious this is! I just—“

Tara let out another sigh.

“Okay, forget the clothing change. I’ll be right there.”

Tara hung up the phone and turned to Billy.

“I have to go. You should head back home, too.”

“Really? You’re gonna send me away again.”

“Yeah. I have to.”

Tara made her way to the door when Billy blocked her way.

“Billy, let me through!”

“Why should I?”

“Because I have to go! I don’t understand what—“

“No, I don’t understand! One second, you want me around and then the next, you’re telling me to get lost! I’m supposed to be your boyfriend! All I want from you is a little bit of affection and closeness!”

“Closeness requires trust… and trust requires loyalty…”

“For fuck’s sake, Tara! I have needs! I’ve said it a million times! It’s not personal! I’m a man!”

Tara let out a heavy sigh.

“I have to go. Get home before Neil shoots you.”

With that, Tara grabbed her car keys and pushed past him.

It was bad enough that it was getting dark, but the tears prickling Tara’s eyes were making it even more difficult to see the road.

Thankfully, before she knew it, the Byers house was just up ahead.

When she pulled up, she saw Hopper standing in the doorway with his arms crossed.

“Nice of you to finally join us.”

#stranger things #stranger things oc #hawkinsona #hawkins #stranger things fanfic #tara newman #daniel newman #hawkins high #stranger things 2 #steve harrington #nancy wheeler #Youtube

[guessimabasicnerdgirlnow]

English class in high school was wild

I had English lessons since kindergarten in my first school, but then it closed and I went to a school that only had English classes in middle school. I studied with a bunch of rich kids that had private lessons, though, so everyone knew everything we were learning about, and most of tests were just filling in the blanks with the verb in the right tense, so I memorized all the irregular verbs and I did fine, despite having no idea what any of that actually meant

Then in high school I went to a different school in which you could choose between English and Spanish. Spanish started from zero, while English had different levels and you did a test to figure out what level you were. If you scored below the minimum level for your grade, you had to take Spanish instead

I remember I was terrified. And also in this new school you actually had to write short essays in English and speak only in English the whole class, or so they said, which were both things I had never done before

(I chose English instead of Spanish because Spanish would be completely new to me, and I’m told it’s harder)

But something magical happened. In the long vacations before high school started, I got into a video game. Like most games at the time, it was only available in English. But I needed to play it, and then I needed to watch and read the additional material, and I later got a tumblr account and started roleplaying and later reading fanfic. I ended up being placed on the highest level, with mostly other kids that either had private lessons or like me played a lot of video game (and there was even one kid that had lived abroad!)

The teachers we had in the two first years were incredibly chill and lessons went fast because most of us (including me, somehow) already knew the subject, and we had a lot of free time. So we watched movies. A bunch of movies. Musicals, romcoms, horror, you name it. And though we were watching them to “practice English”, we often used ptbr subs. We watched The Runaways, about a 70s band and full of drugs and lesbians, in a military school lol (the teacher rightfully skipped the sex scene)

Third year was all about standardized tests. Everyone of all levels joined in one class and the teacher was like “so, you still don’t know any English. Here are some tricks to pretend you do.”

I also joined the English drama club, which isn’t as cool as the drama clubs in the US I see on tv (or in the musical fandom), but it was lovely even so. I wanted to practice speaking, and I did, though I am still bad at pronouncing words

I did get a toefl certificate when I studied abroad (it was in Japan but my classes were in English). Usually people take at least some time of private lessons for it, but the teacher there evaluated me and said I was ready for the actual test. All thanks to video game (and the teachers I had in school all my life, of course, but I didn’t really care to put enough effort to actually learn before the video game, and the rps, and the fics… not to mention the rps and just talking to people made me write and having to write and speak seems to be the best way to learn a language. It’s very hard for a class to give me the same sense of “I have to use this to communicate” when my teachers and classmates all speak my language) (also, to be fair, I just wanted to go to Japan in the first place because of that video game. The same game is the reason I chose my current occupation. I am autistic after all)

#shut up brock