#and then make a plan to meet up and i guess they meet you and you become friends or something

[william-t-sickofyourshit]

Slowly but surely, everyone headed back to the Main Square, where the funfair was wrapping up now. The group of friends made plans to meet back again at Ronald’s place, for the Halloween party, around 9pm. They said goodbye for now, and all the couples went back home, to put on their costumes and get ready. Sebastian was all giddy, and for good reason. After all, his costume this year was going to be a cat. A big cat. William chuckled to himself as his boyfriend hurried inside the cottage to get ready for the party. 

“Lipstick? I don’t think so.” William snickered. “But I guess some glitter on my cheeks could work? You can do that.” he agreed, knowing that it would be fun for Sebastian to do his make up as well.

They quickly took care of the kitties, giving them food and making sure they had clean litter boxes and everything. They also left most of their new purchases in the kitchen and in Sebastian’s pantry: jams, syrups, honeys, all of the goodies. And of course, they put the new cat-pillow on Sebastian’s sofa, and admired how well it went with the whole decor. Heh, William also placed his plush pigeon there, for now, and grinned. Cute.

Then, they both went upstairs. Their costumes were already laid out on the bed, waiting. William decided to take a quick shower first though, before changing. They had been up and about pretty much the whole day, and William wanted to get a bit refreshed. 

For I have sinned...

The principal cleared his throat, eyes scanning the notes that he had wrote down before this meeting. It already lasted an hour, and the teachers gathered in the faculty room were becoming restless and bored. But indeed there were some things to discuss, with the concert that the senior class was supposed to perform at the end of the semester, and with recent staff changes. 

William glanced down at his watch, sighing softly. His class was starting in 15 minutes, so at least, whether the meeting will be done soon or not, he will get to excuse himself. He looked out of the window, his mind wandering. Principal’s voice turned into white noise in the background. It was a pleasant day, late summer. But William was looking forward to a slightly cooler weather. Wearing all black could really be bothersome at times. 

“And lastly, I am pleased to announce that we have finally found replacement for the violin teacher. Dear Mr Tanaka, may he rest in peace, was with us for so many years that I’ve been concerned we won’t be able to find someone as good as to fill this position.” the principal spoke. “But Mr… Michaelis, was highly recommended to me, and he indeed has impressive references. He will be starting this week, so please welcome him warmly once he will arrive. Ah yes… about that. He will arrive today at noon, I need someone to pick him up from the train station and bring over for the tour around the school. Any volunteers?” 

William was barely listening, and definitely not paying much attention. He glanced at his watch again, and saw that it was time to leave, as his class was about to start. He raised his hand to excuse himself, and little did he know, he just volunteered.

“Father William! Excellent!” the principal exclaimed. “Just don’t be late, the train arrives at noon.”

“Train…?” William questioned, raising his brow. He had a feeling he was missing something…

***

Right after the meeting, William had to run for the class, so he had little time to clarify what exactly he had volunteered for. He was a piano teacher in this Music Academy, but also he served as a priest in local church. Well respected, and rather liked. So when he later found out it was about the new violin teacher, he didn’t refuse. Who, other than himself, would be a better choice to introduce a newcome to their community?

So even though he raised his hand by accident, he accepted this fate.

After classes, at noon, William took a taxi and drove to the train station, to pick up their new teacher. Wearing black trousers, and a black shirt with a thin tie, was absolutely dreadful in this weather, so William quickly found shelter under the roof of the station platform, that provided some shade.

The train had just arrived. William had no idea how Mr Michaelis looked like, but he figured he will just look for someone carrying a violin case with them. 

He was in for a bit surprise.

@crazyvik97

[starredblood]

NOWHERE GIRL

PART FIFTEEN

kang sae-byeok x fem!reader

synopsis: for the last day of the semester, you have to become a bearer of bad news.

wc. 4.2k

warnings: none | authors note: this is a real slow burn omg TT i gotta put you guys through a lot of yearning it’ll be all the more sweeter okay

(nowhere girl masterlist)

Dopamine levels reached a new high for you and your classmates after successfully completing the spring semester. And Yoon invited you, Mi-Cha, and her ten other friends to her family owned cafe—but you desired to go home more. You didn’t feel the thrill of walking out the doors of your campus, simply because of how mentally taxing these past few months have been.

You can finally close this chapter of your life for good but for an unusual reason, you didn’t want to. At least not yet. There’s this feeling in your chest that tells you there is something left for you to do in order to end this part of your life. You just have to figure it out first.

The cafe is packed with college students, a symphony of sighs and reliving laughter is heard at every corner. Everyone began to slow down and enjoy the rest of the evening without the rush of going home to get ready for school in the morning.

“No one is taking the drink away from you.” Mi-Cha laughs, watching amusingly how quickly you’re chugging your iced latte.

“You know I only came here because of you right?” you frown. “I just want to go home and sleep twenty four hours straight.”

“Relax you’ll go home soon. Besides, we aren’t going to see each other as often—what if this is our last time?”

You press your lips into a thin line and observe the cafe again. Yoon was by the bar, roaring with laughter amongst her friends while her parents and employees were scrambling to make drinks.

“It’s not.” you reassure, shooting your friend a smile. “We will still work together all summer, right?”

“What about that scholarship? You’re definitely going to win.” she says and you roll your eyes. “You are! Didn’t you see our co-workers faces when you showed them your final product? I bet they were envious they aren’t as skilled as you—I know I am.”

“Come on, you’re the best graphic designer in your department.” you say with a sly smirk. She lightly nudges your shin playfully. “But I think my professor is emailing us sometime today with the winning result though. He’s quick with grading.”

“Your artistic skills combined with my graphic design skills—we could seriously do some creative damage.” Mi-Cha says, grinning and sipping her drink happily. “And if you do go to Italy you have to go to Florence they have the best art supplies there. Everything there is so high quality.”

You quirk an eyebrow. “Geez, now you’re getting my hopes up, Mi-Cha.”

Your eyes shift back to Yoon and your stomach churns. From someone whose life seems so perfect on the outside, it only makes sense for the universe to align Yoon to win the scholarship. It only seems right.

“Are you still planning on dorming by the way? It seems like you have your living situation all figured out.” she pipes up.

Your eyes cloud with uncertainty. “I don’t know. I guess I’m starting to get more comfortable living in my apartment but it might be more convenient for me to dorm.”

“Screw convenience—choose the one that’ll be the cheapest. Dorming will triple your tuition trust me.” she advises, snarling at the thought of her crippling student debt.

“Yeah…I don’t think I’ll want to have to work the rest of my life just to pay off all my debt. Especially now that my parents aren’t financially helping me—or helping in general.”

Mi-Cha’s eyes turn round while you take another long sip of your coffee, unaware of the pain in your friend’s eyes. It was bizarre to her how casual you mention your parent’s abandonment.

“Have they really cut you off?” she whispers and you meet each others forlorn gaze.

“They did.” you say flatly. And you feel nothing anymore at the mention of your parents. “But don’t feel bad for me. I’m doing better than I was when I was living with them.”

“Th—That’s good then…” she trails off. Trying to be selective with her words. “One day they’ll see your art work displayed permanently in Hangaram and regret ever abandoning you.”

“Yeah,” you snort. “that’ll be a nice fairytale ending.”

Grief is a great human mystery. Two weeks ago, you grieved over losing your parents as if they passed away when in reality they were only a twenty minute drive away. You were grateful school kept you busy because you were starting to think less and less of them as time went on. Selfishly, you hope that you fill their minds every waking moment of their lives.

“Guys, guys, guys!” Yoon gasps, staring at her phone screen bug-eyed. Her screeching killed the noise bouncing off the cafe walls, everyone watches her in anticipation for an announcement. You gulp, aware of what’s happening. “Oh my god—the winner is…Fuck why isn’t this email loading?”

“Watch your mouth child!” her mother hisses from behind the cafe bar.

You felt Mi-Cha reach for your sweaty palm and squeeze it as everyone held their breath waiting for her to announce the winner.

“Mom, dad we need a new internet provider!” she whines and gasps some more. Now, everyone is really getting riled up. “Oh my god it’s loaded—yes! Okay, so the winner is…let’s see…”

⊹ ✿・・───・・✦・・───・・✿

Maybe Sae-byeok’s life has gotten too dull. She used to live such a fast life full of danger—but now she has forgotten what it was like to have an adrenaline rush. But you’re a close second to having that feeling back again.

She hates how you burst into her life for a split second when peril is lurking and then disappear when things start to calm down. However, this time she understands why you haven’t reached out these past two weeks. School. Sae-byeok wonders what it would be like to be a stressed out college student.

Throughout this time, Sae-byeok had a lot of time to think. Her head was foggy trying to figure out why she felt so lonely without you around. She used to be so content with being isolated from the world, but after that night she didn’t feel the same anymore.

So, she can’t make up her mind. She doesn’t want you around because all you do is disappear but she wants you to be at arms reach.

Tonight is one of those nights where Sae-byeok couldn’t stop her mind from pondering. She wonders if you finished school already, and if so, if you’ll ever stop by to see her.

The Kang siblings are sitting in their bedroom floor, with Sae-byeok hugging her knees while Cheol is across from her doing his homework. Although most of the material Cheol is learning is foreign to her, she is a little bit more advanced when in comes to writing and grammar.

Cheol huffs in frustration not being able to solve one of the questions in his homework sheet. He scratches his head and thinks hard about the question. “Noona, I don’t know what this means.” he pouts.

When she doesn’t answer, he peers up at her and frowns when he notices how spaced out she seems to be. Just staring at the ground as if Cheol isn’t here struggling.

“Hey!” he snaps his fingers in his face, though they don’t make a snapping noise but it got her attention. Sae-byeok flinches back slightly and blinks down at him. “You’re doing it again.” he whines.

“Sorry, sorry.” she says, rolling her eyes slightly. “What is it?”

“Help me with this.” he points at the last question, however she is more concerned with the amount of dried of paint covering his hand. “What are you doing?”

She takes his small hands and groans. “Your hand is covered in paint, Cheol. I told you to be careful—it’s going to be a pain in the ass to remove it now.”

“Noona’s hands are always like this but you never scold her.” Cheol retorts, his lips jutting out even more.

His words made her think back to the time you tried holding her hand. She regrets letting it go but she just wanted to remember how it felt to be under your delicate embrace again.

“Because she studies to create art—you don’t.” she says, narrowing her eyes at the sulky boy. “I bet you didn’t properly put away the supplies either.”

Cheol’s eyes grew and tries masking his nervousness with a chuckle. “I—I did put it away nicely, Noona.”

“Oh, yeah? Let me check then.” she smirks and rises from the floor to open their small closet door. Of course, she was right. “Seriously!”

“I’ll clean it up I swear just help me finish my homework.” he groans.

“I’ll be there in a second I’ll clean it myself this time. But don’t do it again.” she warns with a sigh. Cheol mutters something underneath his breath and goes back to trying to solve the work on his own.

She bends down to collect the disarray of paint brushes littered around and stores them in the small plastic containers she bought specifically to put his art supplies in. After neatly storing most of the supplies back she reaches to collect the mounds of paper stacked besides the containers—one of them piquing her interest.

This couldn’t have been Cheol’s artwork, it was too intricate and detailed—so it had to be yours. She confirms this by looking at the bottom corner of the paper and sees your name signed. Her heart lurches. She bites back the urge to ask her brother how this was in his possession and instead examines it carefully.

It was a half finished sketch of a jellyfish painted with pink watercoloring and gold ink to trace its tentacles. She wonders what your thought process must’ve been to draw a random sea creature. She likes the fact that you’re spontaneous. Instinctively, a small smile forms on her lips when she remembers the fact that you painted her for an art project.

“Noona.” Cheol’s voice snaps her back to reality.

“I’m coming.” she quickly says and shoves your drawing in with Cheol’s own work.

“It’s not that. I finished the question myself.” he snips. “But someone is knocking on the door.”

Sae-byeok winces, guilt crept up to her for being too busy ogling your art while he was behind her struggling.

She walks out the door, past the living room where Ji-yeong is currently situated in, and peers over the peephole.

“Wait did someone knock?” she hears her roommate chirp behind her. “I swear I didn’t hear anything.”

Sae-byeok was half surprised and half concerned to see you pacing around the front entrance. When she opens the door, her stomach churns—she just knows that whatever you’re here for, it’s not to see her. Something must’ve happened for you to be knocking at their door.

Your pale face, wide eyes, and slight cut on your cheek tells her enough to know that she was right. Something did happen.

“What happened to your face?” she asks breathily.

Your face morphs into confusion. Reaching to touch all over your face you end up wiping some blood streaking down your chin.

“I fell but I guess I didn’t realize I—never mind that.” you shake your thoughts off and peer over her shoulders and see Ji-yeong eating a bag of chips while watching a television show. “I need to talk to you in private.”

Sae-byeok nibbles her bottom lip nervously and nods. “Alright, we’ll go outside.”

“No, no.” you say hurriedly, your eyes frantically peering inside the apartment. “Uh…Is Cheol in your room?”

This wasn’t normal. You seemed more anxious this time. Usually, you maintained a calm and levelheaded composure when confronted with a situation. But you can’t even stand still this time. Sae-byeok grows more worried at the fact that you didn’t even realize the cut on your chin.

“What’s going on?” she asks, shakily.

Before you could answer, Ji-yeong pops up behind Sae-byeok with a lazy smile. You both stiffen up by her sudden presence beckoning your conversation.

“Hey, Ji-yeong!” you say, facading your contorted face with a tight lipped grin. You place your hand on your bleeding chin to prevent her from noticing. “How are you doing?”

“Better than ever.” she says with a sigh, leaning against the doorframe. “But my boss has been on my ass for missing those two days of work when I went to jail. So, I’m currently looking to work somewhere else.”

Your eyebrows knit together and you shoot Sae-byeok a look. “Sorry to…hear that?”

“It’s whatever.” she shrugs. “Anyway, how’s school?”

“Oh, good I’m officially on summer break now.”

“Seriously? Wait—are you still working at that gallery? I really want to go one of these—“

“Ji-yeong, we have to talk in private.” Sae-byeok finally says through gritted teeth. She raises both her eyebrows to emphasize the importance of her words and Ji-yeong just keeps flickering her eyes back and forth to both of you.

“What? The two of you?” she says, a sly cheshire cat grin forms on her lips like she knows more than what she leads on. But she slowly starts backing away, but doesn’t peer away from the door. “Sure, I’ll leave you two alone…”

Sae-byeok waits until Ji-yeong enters her room to pull you inside the apartment. She leads you to the kitchen where she goes and hands you a wet paper towel for the blood. After that she nods, signaling for you to begin talking.

You stare straight into her dilated eyes and let out a huge shaky breath of air.

“I saw Jang Deok-su barge into my apartment with his gang members. One of them was Yen-ho.” you say, barely above whisper.

Unbeknownst to her, her mouth parts slightly. Yet she could feel the dramatic pause of her heart beat. “W—What? Did they see you?”

“No, but I’m pretty sure they think you live there. They kept yelling your name.”

“Fucking hell…”

Sae-byeok leans her back on the kitchen counter and runs her hands through her hair in exasperation. Things were going too smoothly in her life, of course it was only temporary.

“You know what this means right?” you say, your eyes flickering with concern. There was a moment your hands began to twitch when you thought about reaching over to touch her shoulders assuringly. Of course, you hold back the urge. “You can’t show your face at the bakery anymore.”

“I’m sorry…”

“It’s okay—“

“No, it’s not. What if they trashed your place?” she croaks out.

Sae-byeok is now fully facing you with her heavy gaze. You were getting worried she might breakdown when you saw her bottom lip quiver ever so slightly. The past coming back to haunt her was her biggest fear, you knew that. It was at this moment that you took a deep breath to collect yourself. You couldn’t be afraid now, not when Sae-byeok is silently crying for help.

“I’m not going back there so it’s not like I’ll ever know.” you mutter. “It’s too dangerous for me to show up at my place.”

“Didn’t I tell you this would happen?” she says aggravatingly. “That you could potentially be in danger—“

“You said that about a potential lover—not me, Sae-byeok.” you correct her with a deep frown. Sae-byeok’s freckled cheeks mystically transform pink. You chew the inside of your cheek and quietly observe her more. “Let me stay here again. I will pay your end of the rent until we figure something out.”

“No!”

“Shut up!” you hiss.

Just then the sound of a door creaking open follows after Sae-byeok bellows. You move towards the corner of the kitchen, away from the sight of whoever possibly stepped outside their room.

“Noona?” Cheol whispers, voice oozing with worry.

Sae-byeok goes over to the doorframe where he is standing and bends down to meet his level. “What is it?”

“I thought you left.”

“No, of course not. I’m right here just making myself something to eat.” she reassures and lightly nudges him back inside the room. “Go back to sleep, okay? You have school in the morning.”

“Okay…” he says, raising a suspicious brow but does as he’s told nonetheless.

You fiddle with your hands waiting for Sae-byeok to reappear. Your offer was preposterous, you are aware but how could you not do this for her? The past few months, Sae-byeok quickly proved you wrong. She wasn’t just a hard-headed person with a heart of stone, you’re certain now that her love for her loved ones runs deep and quiet. You can’t just stand back and observe everything she worked hard for just crumble.

When she comes back, her expression hardens and her mouth twitches like she was ready to denounce your offer again.

“Hey, just say yes. For Cheol.” you rapidly say before she beat you to it.

Sae-byeok becomes immobile. Her eyes dance around the floor when she comes to the realization that her brother is on the line. If she can’t keep them both afloat she will have no choice but to take him back to the orphanage. And Sae-byeok doesn’t know what she will do with herself if she lets that happen. Not when she promised her little brother he’ll never go back there again.

Slowly, her eyes align back to yours with a lot less intensity in them. You both share a looking of knowing.

“Fine. For Cheol.” she finally says to you. And you couldn’t help but let out a breath of relief—the anticipation of her response was eating you alive.

The two of you eat away the silence. Sae-byeok’s mind couldn’t stop spinning while you were silently checking up on her. You open and close your mouth repeatedly, not being able to find the proper words to say to her. If you couldn’t find a way to console her, you felt useless.

“I guess I should go tell Ji-yeong you’re staying here. How ironic…”

Your eyes widen when she spoke up. She avoids your gaze and brushes past you again, leaving you standing in the kitchen dumbfounded.

With her presence being gone, the adrenaline in your body starts dissipating. Your foot starts aching from all the running you did and you can feel the sharp pain in your chin from the cut. You drag yourself to the couch and sit with the pain until Sae-byeok comes back.

When she does, she comes back with her hair tied and familiar a blanket and pillow she brought from her room. You mumble a quiet thank you when she sits beside you and passes you the things you need to rest. To your surprise, she pulls out a bandaid from her pocket and takes it upon herself to plaster it on your chin.

“S—So, what did she say?” you stammer.

“Yes, obviously.” she says with a dry chuckle. “She also said it was ironic that I asked her this time around.” she expected you to laugh or make some sort of reaction after but all you did was blankly stare down at your lap which was now covered by the blanket she gave you. “What’s with that face?”

You rub the nape of your neck and sending her a fleeting gaze. “It sucks that I can’t get my things after I just got them back. But I shouldn’t be upset over materialistic things.” you admit, bashfully.

She pauses to think about your words and holds her breath when an idea forms. “Why don’t we try and sneak to your apartment to get them?”

“That’s too dangerous. What if they’re lurking around?” you object.

“We can sneak in the middle of the day. And that’ll leave me with enough time to explain Miss Ahn why I have to quit and why you can’t live there anymore.”

She patiently waits for you to take her words into consideration. When you made your decision, you tilt your head to face her with a small smile.

“I guess that works.”

Sae-byeok nods. Her heart starts racing again, not because she’s worried out of her mind because Deok-su is on the move—she now realizes she’s alone with you again. Things have calmed down and even if it’s just for a little while and there’s no telling what tomorrow will bring, it’s only you two alone right now.

“Are you going to sleep yet?” she asks quietly.

“No, it’s still pretty early.” you hum and stare at the television screen in a bored fashion. “Can I change the channel?”

She nods silently and you shuffle through the different channels. You were certain this would be Sae-byeok’s cue to get up and walk back to her room but she stays on the couch in crisscross position. As casual as you can, you adjust yourself closer to her to throw over the blanket past her legs.

Sae-byeok remains stiff, pretending to care about whatever nonsense is playing on the television screen. She couldn’t think straight when all she wonders about is the warmth of your hands. Theoretically, it’s unlikely that you’ll pull away if she were to grab your hand seeing as last time you were the one itching to hold hers.

She slyly peers down at you, wondering if you’re actually paying attention to the television or if your mind is also only thinking of her. Your folded hands were perfectly positioned on top of your lap. You must’ve sensed her piercing dark eyes boring into you because you catch her staring. Sae-byeok goes to look at the television again, unable to breathe properly. She feels insane thinking this much over a simple gesture.

From the corner of her eyes, she sees you unfold your hands and—

“Are you comfortable? Do you want me to move back a little?”

“No.” she croaks out. This was easier to do just in her head. She used to be part of a gang and escaped North Korea for goodness sake how did she let herself get so soft?

“Okay?” you say skeptically before focusing back on the television. “Tell me if you want me to move at any point then.”

What the hell. If Deok-su is going get her one day and you will again disappear like you usually do, she has to do this before she ultimately cannot.

“…Can I just do this?” she reaches over to boldly take your hand and intertwine them with hers.

You stare at this hand held position for a minute, unable to process her odd behavior. Was she in need of comfort?

You two remain like this while pretending to be engrossed with the show that is playing. Neither of you dare to move a muscle.

For once, time favors Sae-byeok. She relishes this fleeting moment where it’s just you two alone. You allowed her to become a bit more vulnerable, thus leaving her mind at ease. Now, all she has to focus on is your delicately warm hands. She knows this is an abnormal thing for her to be doing but in this moment in time, she doesn’t care. Not when you could potentially be gone all of a sudden.

“Did you win?” she speaks up out of nowhere.

“What?”

“The art project.”

She sees you nod stiffly. It was odd.

“You’re thinking of not going.” she utters.

“It’s just—“

“You’re going. There’s no way in hell you’ll decline that great opportunity over this situation. Over—me.” Sae-byeok says to you sternly. “Promise me you’ll go.” she mutters, squeezing your hand.

“Fine. I promise.” you answer after a minute of hesitation.

“Good.” she sighs. “You should be excited.”

“I know…I’m just overthinking.” you admit.

“Overthinking what?”

You gulp and hope she didn’t hear it. “I don’t want you to forget about me. Any of you. I’ll be gone all summer so…”

Sae-byeok snorts. “That’ll be literally impossible.”

“Really? How so?”

“Uh,” she starts off. “well, Cheol always talks about you—especially when he’s drawing. Like earlier he mentioned how your hands are always stained with paint and it excuses him for having his hands also covered with paint.”

You bite back laughter but smiling was imminent. “That’s cute.”

“It’s annoying.” she rolls her eyes.

“Okay, but what if Cheol suddenly becomes disinterested in art? Will you forget me then?”

“No, I won’t forget.” she says, softly. “How could I forget someone as reckless as you?”

You raise a brow. “Reckless? How am I reckless?”

“I literally had to fight Yen-ho for you a week after knowing you.” she says, but couldn’t help but grin at how embarrassed you appear to be. “But you keep me entertained.”

You send her a dirty look and snatch your hand off her grasp. “Wow. Nice to know I’m just an entertainment to you.”

She found it amusing how hard you tried to appear offended. You go back to watching the television, but in reality, you were digesting her words.

“I know I’m not good with words but...” Sae-byeok trails off, her chest puffing up after inhaling deeply. You slowly look at her. “I’m—glad you’re a part of my life.”

You try concealing the disappointment in your face. Stupidly, you were expecting her to say something else. Instead you just smile weakly at her before glancing away. It was nice to know that she appreciates you, it must be hard for her to vocalize her feelings but you wished you were more than just a helpful friend. That is when heart drops to the pit of your stomach at the realization of something big…

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[uniquethingtastemaker]

As everyone knows, I bounce between fics based on my creative inspiration and rn I’m writing a Rook x Reader fanfic.

Now, this one is interesting. I don’t think I’ve ever seen this concept before…

The closest thing I’ve read is probably @solxamber’s Ruler of My Heart. It’s one of my favorite Rook x Reader fanfic of all time. She peels back the layers to Rook’s character, portraying something more honest and vulnerable. It’s fantastic. If you haven’t read it, do it now.

I read that fanfic and thought I could never even touch that level of artistry. However, I feel like I’ve come up with a solid base for something good.

I haven’t seen a lot of full fanfics where Rook feels threatened. I’ve seen some drabbles where he’s felt scared and is able to deal with the threat swiftly. However, those tend to be about MC being threatened. Even in the canon story, Rook is more concerned with the safety of others rather than himself. It makes sense considering his fantastic skills.

Therefore, the man tends to be unflappable. Even if he does feel unnerved, he covers it up expertly. He can manually adjust his heart rate and breathing. However, some people can see past the facade, like Trey. Look at the Halloween event for instance.

Rook has a weakness though. He’s a private person. He doesn’t like people knowing about his past too much. Other than what he portrays to the world, which is his more of his upbeat and over the top self, he doesn’t want people to know about him. That’s his weakness.

My fanfic idea is an observant reader. Someone that makes Rook feel uncomfortable and borderline threatened because they just guessed almost everything about him upon their first meeting. That is objectively terrifying. There’s someone who matches his level of observation. Unlike Trey, who’s low key about it, MC doesn’t know that, especially at first. They almost give away too much information. Rook deals with the situation but they both know what he’s done to intervene.

So, I plan to have the main inner conflict be Rook hesitating to trust the Reader. The external conflict will obviously be Vil. Once again, I have a strange obsession with Chapter 5. I think it’s because it’s the perfect set up. There’s so many different possible conflicts and resolutions. I also don’t have to think much in terms of coming up with my own situation and set up. It’s built in there. Work smarter not harder lol

Anyway, that’s my idea for now. Let me know your thoughts. Always love interacting with people about my works and ideas

I also have thoughts regarding Rook general behavior that might be interesting. However, I’m tired, so that’ll probably be a separate post. Let me know if you’re interested.

Tagging @es-sharezone because u love Rook lol

[lifewithdavefarts]

DaveFarts - Episode 33 “Rear Cushion” [Episode List]

Dave has to hold back the loudness of his huge farts as he gets an important phone call from work while blasting Tim’s face.

POV: Tim

The cab dropped me a few blocks from my place: finally, a couple of more minutes and I could relax at home. This was a long day. Nothing ground-breaking or anything, as I simply had to meet a client downtown. It went well, no need to go into boring details, but I’m glad I know how to pilot drones and film stuff with them. Believe it or not, working as an editor for Greg’s porn films, of all things, gave me lots of experience. I’m not planning to become a film-maker, but I do like how this stuff works. Plus, and perhaps most importantly, it pays the bills, which is good.

Bills that I’m currently sharing with my bro and roommate Dave anyway. I wonder if he’s home: today he called in sick from work because he had to do some stuff with Dana -something related to them planning to move in together. From what he told me, it’s been a tough month, and often he ended up working overtime, so he really needed this one day to get some stuff done with his girlfriend.

It was evening, around 7:00 PM, the cold breeze scratching my face, with my eyes being spared thanks to my round glasses. I could spot our house: the lights were on. I do hope he is home, or else he’s gonna pay *those* bills by himself this time. 

Indeed, I passed by Dave’s car parked on the driveway, still warm, meaning that my friend probably got home mere minutes before me. I quickly put a halt to my detective work and opened the door, stepping into our living room / kitchen, being greeted by the warmth of our apartment, other than a firm “Yo!” from my roommate.

Dave walked past me and towards the couch, holding a sandwich, greeting me by making noises with his mouth as he took a big bite of his snack. 

“You didn’t even make me say ‘Honey, I’m home.”

I watched Dave lying down on the long couch, reaching for the laptop on the small table in front of it, as he put it on his chest, comically close to his face. Impressive how fast that sandwich got eaten up -he is a big eater after all, despite the tall, slim appearance.

“Because that’s my line.” he replied, his fingers tapping the buttons on the keyboard.

I hung my coat by the door and went into the kitchen to fetch a beer.

“I thought you called in sick.” I asked, as I opened the fridge, disappointed by the lack of alcohol.

“I did.” he said, the stern tone catching me off guard. “Such bullshit!”

He wasn’t mad at me obviously, probably some work-related issue, as it usually happens lately. 

I solved my own very important issue with the fridge instead by settling for a soda, because my body may be a temple, but most temples are old and crumbling so I’m just very committed to the role.

As I walked towards the couch, Dave (eyes glued on the screen) automatically moved his legs just a bit to make room for me. Another sign that he came back a few minutes ago was that he was still wearing, well, casual clothes, precisely a yellow hoodie and a pair of bright blue jeans (and grey socks -he left his sneakers by the door). Since I’m a kinky asshole, I did notice that he was accidentally showing off his sort-of-sagging denim ass towards me, but I easily ignored that by focusing on the soda and the TV. 

Even though he wasn’t angry at me, I didn’t want to annoy him by asking more questions about the job, especially considering the furious tapping I was hearing, so I simply, and silently, took a sip of my not-beer.

“It’s because of Fisher by the way.” Dave said, his face hidden behind the laptop.

“Again?!” I replied. “You did tell me he was making a mess like… 2 days ago.”

“And guess who’s trying to fix the mess he made at 7:30 PM.”

Another episode of my bro working overtime, ladies and gentleman.

Dave also rarely works from home, so I don’t usually get to see how he acts in those situations. The rare times it happened I noticed he switches to a serious man of few words. He still is chill and all, just rightfully focused on whatever task he’s working on.

Whatever happened made him really angry however, as I heard the keyboard almost beg for mercy under all that furious tapping. That’s Dave: when he gets really mad, he actually goes silent. One of those men, yes.

I just remained there, chilling and watching the TV, enjoying my soda, though a beer would have been better in case this wasn’t clear. Occasionally, my friend would occasionally mumble some insults towards the screen or, better yet, to this Fisher guy, a man he complained about to us in the last few days, something that he almost never does. Dave is very easy-going as you know, and very very patient (exhibit A: me), but push the right buttons and he will get mad at you.

“Sorry about all the tapping.” he suddenly said, after like 10 minutes of silence, still focused on the screen. “I can go upstairs if that’s bothering you.” 

“It’s fine bro.” I replied. “I’ve already seen this movie anyway.”

“Yeah the news are wild these days.”

I found it funny how Dave tried to hold a casual conversation despite being so clearly distracted by whatever was happening at work (I don’t blame him). And speaking of which, I certainly didn’t want to distract him myself, so I didn’t reply.

“I mean it’s not like you’re not used to me making weird noises on this couch anyway.”

There he is, the teasing bastard.

I turned to him and I could see him narrowing his eyes and raising his eyebrows, the laptop screen hiding a cheesy smirk. So focused on his job, but will always take the chance to tease and make fun of me.

Which I will always be thankful for.

“…maybe I should go upstairs.” I said, in a deadpan tone.

Without halting all the typing and his focus on the screen, Dave’s casual, immediate answer made the couch shake: a huge fart, one of his usual, Dave-certified displays of flatulence, almost stock-sounding rips. A quick 4-seconds thunder, unusually (relatively) short for my friend’s standards, but loud and proud like it’s perfectly in-brand for him. 

The blast was followed by Dave snoffing from behind the laptop, very aware that his kinky roomate both loves and hates all this teasing.

“Weren’t you going upstairs?” he asked, trying not to laugh, as if nothing happened.

I mouthed a “fuck you” which he obviously couldn’t see. I stared at his denim now instead, the sagging making the ass look even bigger and more imposing in that position and from this angle. My dirty mind liked the view and how casual the pose was, farting like I wasn’t even there. And speaking of casual, you know it, Dave is as usual ridiculously chill with my kink and I’ll never thank him enough for this whole thing going on between us.

“Here’s what I think of Fisher.”

Dave then said, before ripping another huge rip, doing the classic leg-lift move in the process. He didn’t even look at me, still hiding behind the laptop, just farting as if I wasn’t sitting dangerously close to the source, like I said. Another “short” rip, as long as the previous one, and just as loud, if not more.

My friend’s farts are usually as loud as they are long, but I was definitely enjoying this barrage of quick blasts. Then again, when it comes to Dave’s farts, the term “short” is like describing a nuclear explosion as “kind of noisy”.

Naturally, the scent of those quickies reached my nose and engulfed the entire room. My bro’s farts are always big but not as stinky as one may expect. Don’t get me wrong, your nostrils will burn, but they’re not as hard on the nose as they sound… most of the times. 

One thing that was hard, however, was my cock, unsurprisingly reacting to my friend’s talent.

“Alright, done.” Dave said, stretching his right arm to clumsily put the laptop on the small table in front of the couch. “I hope Fisher gets hit by an asteroid tonight.” 

I silently toasted to his understandable wish and took another sip of my soda. My bro was now lying on the couch, legs up, without anything hiding his smirk, the smirk that proved how him showing off his denim sagging ass in my direction was not a coincidence this time. I tried to ignore that, but it was getting very difficult, especially considering that, knowing his skills, the blasts were far from being over.

I kept myself distracted by doing literally anything else than staring, such as putting the empty soda can on the floor by the couch.

“So, you’re done working?” I managed to ask.

He cackled in response to that. 

“Sort of. Got one last job to do.” he said, a cheesy grin drawn on his face.

“What do you m- oh… of course.”

I understood mid-sentence what he meant. The fact that he leaned towards me to reach for my head and pull it down and close to his denim ass being a big clue. I didn’t even try to resist, and I let his hand push my face in front of his butt, Dave’s legs spreading a bit more to once again make room for me -my entire head, in this case. The scent from his previous farts was strong and the ass was warm; the seams and textures of his jeans were always a pleasure to look at, the rough surface tickling the tip of my nose. 

As usual, when Dave gets gassy, my face ends up planted straight into the source of his farts, even though I didn’t ask for it. I don’t know if he did that on purpose, but I was positioned in a way that while most of my view was obscured by his overwhelming ass, I could still see part of my friend’s face, staring down at me, with a smirk. I love when it happens: experiencing one of Dave’s farts so up close and personal while still managing to see that damn smirk (or his other facial expressions) only makes the whole experience even hotter for me.

And hotter it became, not just figuratively, as Dave’s ass soon greeted with another huge blast. Was it stronger than the previous two or did my face being glued to his denim-clad anus made it feel like it was? Either way, it was huge and loud, a standard “Dave rip”, and getting those in my face is something I’ll never get used to. It definitely was longer than the previous farts, about 7 seconds, which only made the smell worse in the process. My bro wasn’t even holding my head anymore, but I didn’t want to move, nor he was surprised that I didn’t.

After he was finished he adjusted his position, so he could see my face better and make fun of me being a kinky mess as usual, while I was completely dazed by his talent.

“Remember when you apologized for the tapping?” I joked.

I made my friend laugh, which I guess is the only way I can somehow return the incredible kinky favor.

“Good times.” he joked back.

My head was still facing his ass, but admittedly it was getting awkward. Dave probably noticed that I was moving away and promptly used his left leg to trap me.

“I’m not gonna apologize for this, bro.” he said, clearly brewing another big one. “…Ready?”

And ready I was, bracing myself for the impact, but the noise I heard was not what I was expecting.

“Fuck!” I heard Dave say, reacting to that same noise.

I saw his right arm reaching for his smartphone, next to the laptop he put there moments ago.

“Fisher?! Really?!” he commented, as he saw the name of the person calling.

I remained there, now things getting awkward for real.

Again I tried to move away, and again my bro made sure I couldn’t.

“Hold on, I gotta take this one.” he said, with the silliest smirk you can imagine. “In the meantime, you can take this one instead.”

A huge rip suddenly blasted my face, just as Dave answered with a surprisingly calm and professional “Hello?”. The fart lasted like 3 seconds but it was probably the baddest one so far, in terms of sound and stench.

“Nooo Fisher, not bothering me at all.” 

I saw and heard Dave resisting the urge to tell this guy to fuck off, and he confirmed that he was lying but winking at me as he continued his ass-licking: after all, Fisher was actually one of his superiors. Not judging however, I’d do the same, and truth to be told, with my face being engulfed in Dave’s gas, you could say that I am doing the same right now, sort of.

As my friend seemed particularly into that phone call, I tried to move one more time, but Dave promptly used his left foot to step on my head and hold me there. Now my nostrils were being tortured not just by Dave’s gas, but also his smelly sock soiling my hair.

So, as long as I’m staying down there, with Dave’s foot firmly holding me still, I simply stared at that wall of denim in front of me; despite the anus being silent, the stench was still kind of unbearable. I know I just said that my bro’s rips do not stink as much as one may think, but when you fart this much and this often, of course one is gonna reach their breaking point, even a kinky guy like me.

“Mh… okay. I see. What did Johnson said?”

I laughed. Dave having this super serious work call while literally holding his farts in was actually hilarious. I managed to look at his face and he was like I wasn’t even there, a calm, assertive man just doing his job. He did look at me for a moment though, trying not to laugh, and winked at me again, fully aware of how ridiculous the whole thing was.

“Sure Fisher, by Tuesday we’ll be ready.”

As Dave said that, I noticed his facial expression changing. He was pushing one out… but since I wasn’t getting blown away, I guess he was pushing this one out in a way that he could somehow control how loud it was gonna be. After all, my bro is the fart master: he knows how to roar, but he also knows how to whisper, proving an incredible talent when it comes to literally controlling his farts’ loudness, length and pitch. 

And those weren’t even on command!

As Dave’s foot kept me in place, the fart that came out was as big as the others, but in a different way. My friend was probably worried (more amused than worried, actually) that Fisher could actually hear his infamous loud farts through the phone, which is not very professional admittedly… and for some reason he also wanted to torture me with his gas. So, the fart master decided to somehow “dilute” his fart into a sort of quieter, rumbly, bubbly long rip.

I could tell this rip was enormous, in spite of all those nerfs. It sounded like a muffled rip with many interruptions, like fire-crackers going off, without getting too loud however. Dave kept the conversation going, speaking about documents, files, coding and all that, his facial expression revealing how carefully he was pushing this one out, while still focusing on the call, without missing a beat. The whole scene was hot and amusing for both of us (well, just the second one for my bro).

This masterful rip was going to be long, even longer than Dave’s usual farts, which are already impressive. I didn’t know if I could edge any longer, as my boner twitched every time this peculiar long fart got surprisingly louder than expected.

10 seconds passed, the stench burning my nostrils and eyes, the fart still “cracking” through Dave’s warm denim and reaching my defenceless nose. I know my bro is good at this, but takes some incredible skills to control your farts like this, natural farts I mean. And such skills only made me harder.

“Yes Fisher, I ToTaLlY AgReE…” 

Dave raised his voice just a bit, anticipating his ass doing the same: a clumsy way to hide the sound of his giant fart from Fisher’s ears. As skilled as my friend is, trying to “dilute” such a huge rip this much and for this long was getting difficult even for a talented man like him. This “accident” only made him silently laugh however.

“Sure Fisher, whatever you say.”

Professionals have standards, you know the drill. And Dave being this professional from both ends was a sight to behold (and, well, sniff I guess). I forgot about my friend’s foot combing my hair and just lied there enjoying the noisy spectacle, the “fireworks” still going strong. Pre-cum erupted from my boner, I couldn’t take it anymore. This gassy bastard makes me cum without even touching me, it’s insane how hot he can get.

Worst (best?) of all, he’s completely aware of it.

After a whopping 56 seconds, the ass seemingly stopped emitting those fire-cracker noises. Despite the relative silence, my bro still made sure I didn’t move, which is something I didn’t even want to question at this point.

“Alright… no no it’s all good. See you tomorrow morning.”

A bit more paying lip service and finally… he hung up.

“Idiot.” he hissed, as he threw the phone on the small table.

I still remained there, my head under Dave’s foot and in the presence of his sagging ass, without questioning whether this was getting too weird or awkward.

“Are… are you finished?” I carefully asked.

“Yeah.” my friend said, with a smirk. 

I guess blasting me does put him in a good mood.

We’re both weird, no doubts about it.

“And that means I’m done holding back. Get ready.” he then added, threatening me with a good time.

If all of that was Dave “holding back”, then yeah, my bro’s skills are just as insane as they sound.

Without even giving me time to come up with a witty comeback, Dave finally raised his foot… only to have his hand take its place, pulling my face up and firmly planting it in his sagging denim ass. It felt warm and kind of sweaty, the jeans soaked into that stench caused by the almost 1-minute-long “fire-cracker” fart. 

How is it possible to be this gassy? A few seconds after my nose touched his ass, my friend started blasting my face again. Yet another loud fart, long and proud, probably what was left of the insane gas bubble from moments earlier, ‘cause that really sounded like his ass was tying up loose ends. As the fart kept going, Dave firmly, but gently, held my face into his ass, with the rip basically being shoved down my throat.

Finally, after 12 more seconds, this final thunder faded out, as Dave’s grip on my head loosened. My friend then (just as gently) pushed me away with his legs on my side of the couch; I was completely startled by all of that, one of the most insane fart sessions I ever had with my bro.

“Are you finished… now?” I asked again.

“ahah You’re lucky my shift is over.” he replied.

He then stood up and walked towards the kitchen, easily towering over me still sitting down on the couch. As if the gas-trail he was leaving behind wasn’t enough, he ripped another loud quickie as his ass passed near my face. I leaped back, not expecting, believe it or not, to fall for such an old trick.

“I thought you were done!”

In response, I heard my friend laugh from the kitchen. 

“Yeah, told you I’ve been working overtime lately!”

I took a deep breath, the air around me still heavily polluted by the power of my roommate’s ass, and carefully massaged the damp tent I pitched between my legs. I was gonna take care of that in the bathroom upstairs in a minute; I only wanted a bit more time to process those particularly strong rips… and if I should start paying Dave since face-farting is, apparently, his real job.

End of Episode 33

[noitsbecky127]

rebecca watches ds9: rules of acquisition

time for some ferengi chaos i guess!

who the fuck is this guy

morn apparently. wild night at quark’s probably

what the fuck are the ferengi doing. what is this game. what is the goal here

my dad just went “this game makes no sense”

why is JADZIA here, doesn’t she have better things to be doing (like maybe kira)

quark if you lay one orange finger on jadzia i will reach through the screen and kill you myself

she has 300 years of experience, don’t try to beat her in anything ever

i love how she isn’t taking the sexist bullshit

is quark getting drugged rn

what kind of magic thirst-inducing pill is this

wtf does the grand nagus want with quark now

time to introduce capitalism to the gamma quadrant!

did the nagus just snort space coke. is that a normal thing to do before a meeting

get his ass kira

zek that’s a lesbian

that’s a fuckton of nitrate

ferengi don’t do gifts i don’t think

benjamin sisko the man that you are

so the grand plan to make money is just wine? that seems deceptively simple

tulaberriessss

obsessed with the crazy straw in that drink

i want to drink smth out of a crazy straw now. haven’t done that in like 15 years

rom stop firing pel

rom: et tu, quark?

pel’s got a solid room here

what’s with the fake ears??? ferengi beauty standards?????

nOPE WE’VE GOT A 24TH-CENTURY MULAN OVER HERE

good for her!!! hope she gets everything she wants out of this

zek if you touch kira again i’ll kill you before she can

interesting gamma quadrant aliens we’ve got here

is that face paint or are they just like that

damn pel is kickass

what kind of alien is zek’s servant guy anyway

how fucking tall is that actor. terry farrell is like six feet tall and he towers over her

oh god is zek trying to charm kira

everything she is saying about ferengi is correct. jadzia you should care more about misogyny

i don’t think kira should have to have fun with a bunch of sexist assholes actually!

100k vats is not happening. that simply cannot happen.

pel what is your brilliant plan to get those 100k vats

ok that quark bedroom anecdote is just creepy

jadzia: tf do you mean you’re a woman i thought you were just gay

pel please do not get with quark. pel you can do better. pel please

kira needs to kill zek

what in god’s name is their plan for 100k vats. do they have a plan

i wonder if maybe zek’s just trying to test quark or smth

what is odo doing now

odo’s hatred of quark is comical i love him

oh god rom what are you planning

oh god oh fuck

oh lord rom’s gonna mess everything up for my new favorite ferengi

why do these aliens keep attacking each other

“you are starting to annoy me” yeah he’s quark that’s what he does

wtf did quark just do

i wouldn’t be surprised if they just didn’t have 100k vats

tf is pel doing

why won’t she let him sleep

girl you can do so much better than him. you would be so much better off without him

yep i was right! there aren’t 100k vats

what the fuck is the dominion

quark has decided that that whole kiss thing never happened. he has his priorities in order

i would very much like to know the secrets of the dominion

but what’s the percentage? .01%?

quark passing out when he finds out pel is female is hilarious

pel please. pel take the latinum and leave.

yes, start packing, that misogynist does not deserve your time

GET HIS ASS PEL

i think she’s satisfied yeah

i hope pel has a great time in the gamma quadrant

[cosmiclily]

when she sees me

★ vi x f!reader

wc: 5.4k

cw: reader goes on a date with one (1) guy for exactly 27 minutes; pure tooth rooting fluff.

notes: this was @entraptasimp request but tumblr was being a bitch and i lost the ask 😭. this got my brain juices working, it started off with nothing to do with what you requested but i worked my way through it, i had so much fun writing it, hope you like it !!

I was born a fundamentally anxious person. I like things a certain way—I’ve never liked guessing games or the feeling of not knowing how things would unfold. That’s why I’ve never been a fan of dating apps, meet-cutes, or anything that required me to dive into the unknown. Even my reading choices reflected that. I always gravitated toward romances where the main characters were destined to be together, the kind where they had known each other forever and love was inevitable.

So when it came to my own life, I was completely lost. Imagine spending almost 21 years never having a boyfriend, a girlfriend, or anything remotely romantic. It wasn’t like I hadn’t tried—I’d had experiences, but they were all terrible. The kind of stuff you look back on and cringe so hard you want to erase the memory altogether.

"Can you believe I’ll be 21 soon, and I’ve never dated anyone?" I groaned, tossing a handful of popcorn into my mouth. Vi, my best friend, was sprawled next to me on my bed, equally engrossed in our snacks but pretending to care about whatever show was playing in the background. "Even you had girlfriends. What is wrong with me?"

Vi turned to me with a dramatic gasp, her mouth still half-full of popcorn. "What do you mean, even me? I’m a greatcatch! Good looking, great muscles, and super smart. You can’t beat that."

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, super humble too, I see."

She smirked, flexing her arm like she was some kind of bodybuilder. "Exactly. You’re just jealous."

I sighed, staring at the ceiling. "No, I’m just… I don’t know. It feels like I missed some crucial lesson everyone else got. Like, how do people just meet someone and start dating them? How does it happen so easily for everyone else?"

Vi was quiet for a moment before she nudged me with her foot. "It’s not easy for everyone. And maybe it’s not supposed to be easy for you. Maybe you’re just waiting for the right kind of difficult."

I frowned. “What does that even mean?”

Vi shrugged. “I don’t know, it just sounded poetic. But seriously, maybe you just haven’t met the right person yet. Or maybe you’re meant for a slow-burn romance—like the ones in those books you love so much.”

I groaned, rolling onto my side. “But I’m tired, Vi,” I whined. “I hate relying on fate, or destiny, or whatever. I need to do something!”

She stared at me for a moment, her eyes narrowing like she was deep in thought. I could practically see the gears turning in her head, and that was never a good sign.

“Okay, hmm.” She tapped her fingers against her chin. “I know you don’t like dating apps, and you hate talking to strangers, but unless you want to date me, or Mel, or—I don’t know—Jayce…”

I made a face so disgusted she burst out laughing.

“Right, so unless you want to date your friends,” she continued, still grinning, “you’re going to have to get to know someone new.”

I groaned dramatically, burying my face in my pillow. “But I don’t like meeting people.”

Vi let out an exaggerated sigh. “God, you’re insufferable.” She poked my shoulder until I looked at her again. “Again! Unless you’re planning to date your friends, you have to meet new people. So! My idea is… I choose your suitors based on what I think you’d like. You go on a date with them, and if you don’t like them, we move on to someone else. We keep going until we find you a partner.”

I stared at her. “You make it sound like a game show.”

She grinned. “Oh, it absolutely is a game show now.”

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“So, to start off—download every dating app you can find. We’re setting up your profile and swiping away!” Vi announced, a sinister grin on her face and a bag of chips perched on her lap. It was honestly kind of terrifying.

I hesitated, staring at her like she had just suggested I walk barefoot across hot coals. “Okay, I just don’t see how forcing me to do something I hate is the solution here.” Still, I begrudgingly opened the app store and started scrolling through the endless sea of dating apps.

“Exposure therapy, Y/N!” Vi declared, stuffing a handful of chips into her mouth. “Besides, I’ve known you my whole life. If I don’t make you do this, you’re going to end up single well into your sixties, whining in my ears about your wasted youth and how you never got the love story you deserved.” She pitched her voice higher, dramatically placing a hand on her chest. “‘Oh, Vi, why didn’t you force me to date when I had the chance?’”

I narrowed my eyes at her. “Hey! I don’t sound like that.”

Vi snorted. “You absolutely do.”

I sighed, already regretting this. “Fine. But if this turns into a disaster, you owe me—big time.”

She grinned. “Oh, don’t worry. This is going to be legendary.”

As soon as the apps finished downloading, Vi snatched my phone right out of my hands. “Nope! You are not sabotaging your own chances at finding love,” she declared, her eyes gleaming with determination.

I sighed, letting her take control because, honestly, fighting her on this would be pointless. Vi had always been like this—stubborn, overenthusiastic, and convinced she knew what was best for me. And, to be fair, she usually did.

Vi had been my best friend since birth. Literally. Our moms had been best friends in college and ended up pregnant around the same time, so we grew up side by side. Sure, she could be very annoying at times, but she was also the person I trusted most in the world. We had been through every high and low together, and despite her occasional chaos, I knew she always had my back.

“There! Your profile is complete,” Vi announced, handing me my phone with a triumphant smile. “Now, we can start hunting for our prey.”

I wrinkled my nose. “I really don’t like that you’re calling them ‘prey.’”

She shrugged, completely unbothered. “What? It’s the circle of life, Y/N. We swipe, we match, we conquer.”

“This is exactly why I didn’t want to do this.”

Vi ignored me, already swiping through potential matches like she was picking out groceries. “Ooooh, this one’s cute. She looks like she reads books and goes to the gym. A rare breed.”

I groaned. This was going to be a nightmare.

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During the weekend that Vi stayed over at my house, we matched with a handful of people—well, she matched with them while I mostly watched in horror. By Sunday night, she had already set up a few dates for me. The first one was with a girl named Ashley. She had dark green hair, loved musicals, and was apparently obsessed with Lana Del Rey.

“You’re coming with me, right?” I asked the second Vi dropped the news.

She blinked at me, unimpressed. “How exactly do you expect me to do that?”

“I don’t know! Put on a fake mustache, wear sunglasses, sit at a different table—something!” I waved my hands dramatically. “What if the date is a disaster? What if she’s weird, or hates me, or—what if I need to escape?!”

Vi sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose like she was already regretting signing up for this. “Y/N, you’re a grown adult. You can sit through one date without me holding your hand.”

“You say that, but you’re also the one who forced me into this,” I pointed out.

“Okay, fair.” She crossed her arms, thinking for a moment. “How about this—I’ll sit nearby but not like, right there. If you need an out, text me a code word, and I’ll call you with a fake emergency.”

I narrowed my eyes. “What’s the code word?”

Vi smirked. “Summertime sadness.”

I groaned. “You’re the worst.”

She grinned, tossing a pillow at me. “And yet, you’d be lost without me.”

The date was scheduled for Friday, and there I was, sitting at a window table in the local diner, nervously tapping my fingers against the menu. Vi sat three tables away, pretending to be interested in her milkshake but very obviously keeping an eye on me.

I had no idea what to expect. I barely knew anything about Ashley—we had exchanged a few texts, but nothing meaningful. She was essentially a stranger I was about to have dinner with, and the thought alone made my stomach twist.

Vi caught my eye and gave me an enthusiastic thumbs-up, trying to send some reassurance my way. It didn’t really help, but I appreciated the effort.

Then, I saw her. Or rather, I saw her hair first. Ashley’s dark green hair stood out even from a distance, but what really sealed the deal was the bright pink jacket she wore over an all-black outfit, complete with chunky black boots. She was hard to miss.

As she approached the table, she smiled wide. “Hii, you must be Y/N!” she greeted, sliding into the seat across from me with an excited energy.

I straightened up. “Yes! Nice to meet you!”

And honestly? It was nice to meet her—at least, at first. The conversation flowed smoothly. She asked about my life, I asked about hers, and everything seemed to be going well. That is… until she brought up her cat.

Lana.

Named, of course, after Lana Del Rey.

Which was cute at first—until Ashley did not stop talking about her.

Not joking, for thirty minutes straight, she went on about Lana’s favorite toys, her special diet, the way she sensed when Ashley was sad and comforted her like a “little furry angel.” Every time I thought she was done, she’d whip out her phone and scroll through an endless gallery of Lana’s pictures.

My face was cramping from forcing a smile. I snuck a glance at Vi, who was clearly enjoying my suffering way too much.

I subtly reached for my phone and typed a single text.

Summertime sadness.

That’s when Vi stood up, striding toward our table with intent. At first, I was confused—she looked… angry?

For a brief second, panic flared in my chest. Had I texted the wrong code word? Was something actually wrong?

Then, she stopped in front of us, dramatically placing a hand over her heart like she was in a soap opera.

“Oh my god, Y/N!” she gasped, sounding exasperated. “I cannot believe what my eyes are showing me! You—cheating on me! And in our favorite diner, of all places?!”

It took me a second, but then I caught on to the theatrics.

I shot up from my seat, clutching my chest as if I had just been caught in the act. “No, Vi, my love! This is not what it looks like!” I turned to Ashley, gesturing dramatically. “I don’t even know this girl! We were just making friendly conversation, you have to believe me!”

Ashley blinked between us, looking both confused and mildly alarmed. “…Wait, what?”

Vi let out a loud, exaggerated sob and turned away. “I trusted you! And this is how you repay me?”

I reached for her hand, playing along. “Baby, please! Let me explain!”

Ashley slowly leaned back in her chair, gripping her drink. “Uh. I—should I leave, or…?”

Vi sniffled, dabbing at her dry eyes like she was wiping away imaginary tears. “No, no. I’ll leave. I just can’t bear to look at you right now, Y/N. I hope you and your little fling are very happy together.” She turned on her heel, storming out with all the grace of a drama queen.

I turned back to Ashley with an apologetic smile. “I should… probably go after her.”

Ashley just nodded, still looking completely lost. “Uh. Yeah. You should… go do that.”

I grabbed my jacket, muttering a quick, “It was nice meeting you,” before practically running out of the diner after Vi.

The second we were outside, we both burst into laughter.

“Oh my god, that was so unhinged,” Vi wheezed, wiping at her eyes.

I groaned, shaking my head. “I cannot believe you just did that.”

She shrugged. “Hey, it worked, didn’t it?”

I sighed, but I couldn’t help but laugh again. “Yeah, yeah. Thanks for saving me.”

Vi smirked. “Anytime, cheater.”

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And I would love to say the other dates went even remotely better—but I’d be lying.

The second date was with a guy named Chad—which, honestly, should’ve been the first red flag. He was a full-on gym bro, the kind who talked about nothing but his gains and his macros. He was so obsessed with hitting his daily protein intake that he actually pulled out a shaker bottle mid-conversation and started chugging a protein shake like we were at a post-workout hangout instead of a date.

I lasted exactly 27 minutes before sending Vi our secret code word: creatine.

Within seconds, my phone rang, and Vi’s panicked voice echoed through the speaker. “Oh my god, Y/N! Grandma’s been in a car accident—the car’s on fire! You need to leave IMMEDIATELY!”

I slapped my hand over my mouth, trying to look convincingly horrified. “Oh no! Not grandma! I—I’m so sorry, Chad, I have to go!”

He barely looked up from flexing his bicep in the reflection of his water glass. “Yeah, cool, family first or whatever. Just don’t forget to hit the gym tomorrow—you’ll feel better.”

I practically sprinted out of there.

The third date? Even worse.

This girl—her name was Marissa—decided to bring her lizard to our date. Yes. A lizard. She texted me to meet her at the park, and I figured, “Oh, cool, a casual outdoor date.” But the second I spotted her on the bench with a giant reptiledraped over her shoulder like it was an accessory, I just… stopped in my tracks.

I didn’t even bother texting Vi. I turned right back around and walked away like I’d never seen that park in my life.

Later, as Vi drove us away from the disaster zone, I was still fuming.

“She brought her lizard, Vi! Her LIZARD!” I complained, slumping in the passenger seat like the sheer memory drained me.

Vi snorted, barely holding back her laughter. “You wouldn’t be having this reaction if it was a dog. Just saying.”

“Because dogs are normal! Lizards are not a third-wheel you bring on a date!”

She grinned, giving me a playful nudge. “Maybe the lizard was her emotional support animal.”

I groaned, covering my face with my hands. “I’m never doing this again.”

Vi just laughed. “Oh, yes you are. We’ve only just begun.”

The fourth date was… surprisingly normal.

Her name was Ellie, and she was hot as fuck. Like, the moment she walked in, I felt my soul leave my body. She had this effortless, cool-girl vibe—tattoos peeking out from under the sleeves of her denim jacket, a lazy smile that could probably stop traffic, and this way of looking at you like she was reading your mind.

And the best part? She was actually fun to talk to. She played guitar, had this dry, witty sense of humor, and we clicked in that easy, natural way I didn’t even know was possible. For the first time since Vi threw me into this dating nightmare, I thought, Hey, maybe this isn’t so bad after all.

But, of course, the universe wasn’t about to let me have that.

As the date was winding down, Ellie gave me this soft, apologetic look. I knew something was coming, but I wasn’t prepared for that.

“Hey, so…” she started, fiddling with the ring on her finger. “You’re a really nice girl, like, seriously. But I’m not, uh… I’m not over my ex. And talking to you tonight made me realize how much I miss her. I hope you find what you’re looking for, though. Truly.”

She was so sweet about letting me down, which almost made it worse. Like, why did the only nice, amazing, tattooed goddess have to be the one who didn’t want anything to do with me?

By the time I got home, I was ready to burn Vi’s whole dating plan to the ground. I flopped onto my bed and immediately called her.

“This isn’t working, Vi. Seriously,” I groaned the moment she answered. “Where are you even finding these people? I just had one of the best dates of my life, and suddenly she’s not over her ex?”

Vi snorted on the other end. “Oof. That’s rough.”

“I’m not joking!” I whined, dramatically kicking my feet like I was five. “This is your fault. You roped me into this mess, and now I’m emotionally attached to a girl who doesn’t even want me!”

Vi burst into laughter. “Wow, you’re really going through all five stages of grief, huh?”

“I’m stuck at betrayal, thanks.”

“Oh, come on, Y/N. It’s just one date. You’ll bounce back.”

“I don’t want to bounce back, Vi. I want Ellie,” I grumbled, burying my face in my pillow.

There was a pause, then Vi said, “Well… maybe the next date will be even better.”

I groaned louder. “You’re insufferable.”

“And yet, here you are, still letting me pick your dates.”

Unfortunately, she wasn’t wrong.

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After all the disasters I’d been through, I was done with dating. Completely over it. No more awkward small talk, no more weird code words, and definitely no more dates with people who brought lizards as emotional support. Vi, however, refused to let it go. She’d still ramble on about people she’d matched with, her excitement bubbling over like I wasn’t emotionally scarred from the last lineup of dating catastrophes. I didn’t want to hear about it anymore—I knew this wasn’t going to work.

“Okay,” Vi started one afternoon, plopping dramatically onto my bed like she was about to deliver some life-altering news. “I know you’re fed up with the dating apps. And with me.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Especially with you.”

She ignored me. “But there’s one more person I’d like you to give a chance to.”

I groaned, flopping back onto the bed with the same energy as a dying Victorian woman. “Vi—”

She cut me off with a look. That hopeful, annoyingly earnest look that always managed to crack through my walls, no matter how stubborn I was. Despite being mad at her—or at least pretending to be—I could never actually say no to her. It was like some unspoken rule of our friendship.

“Ugh, fine!” I threw my hands up, as if surrendering to the universe itself. “But this is the last time.” I sat up, pointing a finger at her like I was laying down the law. “I’m serious, Vi. After this, I’m done. If anyone wants to date me, they’ll have to show up at my door, kidnap me, and force me into a relationship.”

She burst out laughing, but there was something off about it—like it was a little too forced, a little too high-pitched. Her usual chaotic confidence was still there, but underneath it, I noticed a flicker of something…nervous?

“Yeah, well…” She cleared her throat, rubbing the back of her neck. “About that. There’s just one small catch.”

I squinted at her, already suspicious. “What kind of catch?”

She grinned, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “The date is a secret until you get there.”

I blinked. “A secret?”

“Yup.” She popped the ‘p’ with exaggerated cheer. “No name, no details—just show up and let the magic happen.”

I stared at her like she’d grown a second head. “Vi. Do you hear yourself? This sounds like the start of a true crimedocumentary.”

She waved me off. “Oh, please. If anyone tried to kidnap you, you’d be the one they regretted it instantly.”

Fair point.

Still, something about her expression stuck with me—this weird mix of excitement and nerves. But, like the fool I was, I agreed. Again.

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On the day of my mystery date, I spent an embarrassing amount of time trying to figure out what to wear. Which was ridiculous because, technically, I didn’t even know who I was meeting. But somehow, the not-knowing made it worse. Was I supposed to go casual? Dressy? Prepare for another lizard-wrangling situation?

When I finally arrived at the little café Vi had texted me the address to, my stomach was doing Olympic-level flips. I scanned the room, half-expecting to see another “Chad” flexing in a corner or someone waiting with their tarantula perched on the table.

But there was no Chad. No lizard. No tarantula.

Just Vi.

Sitting at a small table by the window, nervously fiddling with her rings, her usual cocky grin nowhere in sight. She looked up, and when our eyes met, she gave me this small, almost shy smile.

I froze.

“This…is a joke, right?” I blurted, laughing nervously as I approached her table.

She stood up, shoving her hands in the pockets of her red jacket—the same one she always wore, but somehow it felt… different now.

“No joke,” she said quietly, her voice lacking its usual smugness. “I’m the date.”

I blinked. “You’re the date.”

She nodded, her lips twitching like she couldn’t decide whether to smile or run. “Yeah. Surprise?”

I didn’t know what to say. My brain short-circuited, replaying every moment we’d shared—the teasing, the late-night calls, the way my heart always felt lighter around her. How had I not seen it before?

“…Are you kidding me?” I finally managed, shaking my head with a breathless laugh. “You put me through all of that—Chad, the lizard girl, the Lana Del Rey monologue—just to end up here with you?”

She grinned, her confidence slipping back into place like muscle memory. “Well, technically, I needed you to realize everyone else sucks compared to me.”

I rolled my eyes, but my heart was racing for an entirely different reason now.

“You’re insufferable,” I muttered, sliding into the seat across from her.

Her grin softened into something more sincere. “Yeah, but… you’re still here.”

I didn’t have a comeback for that.

Because she was right.

I was still there.

We ordered our coffees—or rather, Vi ordered them. She didn’t even need to ask. She knew exactly what I wanted: an iced caramel latte and a chocolate muffin. It was such a small thing, but it hit me harder than I expected. She knew my order by heart, like it was second nature. And somehow, that simple gesture left me sitting there in awe, my heart doing this ridiculous flutter thing that I refused to acknowledge.

I watched her as she thanked the barista, her fingers tapping against the counter in that restless way she always did when she was nervous—or pretending not to be. When she finally sat back down across from me, her knee bumped against mine under the table. She didn’t move it.

The question slipped out before I could stop it, soft and almost hesitant.

“Since when?”

Vi tilted her head slightly, squinting like she wasn’t sure what I meant. “Since when what?” She scratched the side of her neck, her fingers brushing over the edge of her tattoo like it was a nervous habit.

I swallowed, my throat suddenly dry.

“Since when did you… want to go on a date with me?”

Her expression shifted. Just for a second. A flicker of something vulnerable slipped through the cracks of her usual confidence. But then she let out a short, breathy laugh, shaking her head like she couldn’t believe I’d even asked.

“Being one hundred percent honest?” she said, leaning back in her chair, her arms crossed like she needed a shield. “Since I became conscious about anything in my life.”

I blinked. “What?”

She laughed again, a little softer this time. “I mean it. You’ve always been there, you know? But you were so busy with your face buried in those books, rambling about epic love stories and grand, sweeping gestures. And there I was, just… me.” She cleared her throat as the waitress brought our order, the clink of ceramic cups filling the brief silence.

She picked up her coffee, but didn’t take a sip. Instead, she stared at it like it held the answers she was too afraid to say out loud. “I guess I got a little self-conscious. Like, how was I supposed to compete with all those ‘great loves’ you read about? And you never really seemed to care much about dating, so I figured… if I said something, you’d just let me down.”

Her words hit me like a freight train—because how had I not seen it? How had I been so blind?

“I… I don’t know what to say,” I admitted, my voice quieter than I intended. I stared at her, really looked at her, like I was seeing her for the first time. “I never thought that what I was looking for was quite literally right in front of me.”

Vi didn’t respond immediately. She just smiled—small, a little shy, but undeniably real. The kind of smile that makes your chest ache in the best way.

And that’s when it hit me.

I’d spent my whole life waiting for a cliché love story.

The kind with grand declarations, epic twists, and movie-worthy moments.

But what could be more cliché than this?

A slow burn, friends-to-lovers situation, sitting right across from me with a smug grin and a coffee order she knew by heart.

Maybe the love story I’d been searching for wasn’t in the books after all.

Maybe it was in the girl who’d been there all along.

I reached for my latte, mostly just to have something to do with my hands because my heart was practically sprinting. The ice clinked against the sides of the cup, loud in the quiet between us. Vi was still watching me, her gaze steady, like she wasn’t afraid of what I’d say next. Like she already knew.

But I didn’t know. I didn’t know how to string words together when everything inside me felt tangled—like someone had taken all the pages of my life, ripped them out, and shuffled them around until nothing made sense except her.

So I blurted the first thing that came to mind.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

Vi chuckled, shaking her head. “Because I’m an idiot?” She leaned forward, resting her arms on the table. “Or maybe I was just scared. Scared that if I said something, I’d lose you. And losing you… would’ve been worse than keeping it to myself.”

The honesty in her voice settled over me like a weighted blanket—comforting and overwhelming all at once. I thought about every late-night conversation, every casual touch that lingered just a second too long, every time she looked at me like I was her whole world, and I’d been too oblivious to notice.

Maybe I had noticed.

Maybe I was just too scared to admit it.

I glanced down at my muffin, untouched, then back at her. “You’re kind of dumb, you know that?”

She snorted. “Yeah, I’ve been told.”

I smiled, feeling it stretch wider than it had in a long time. “But so am I.”

The words weren’t grand or poetic. There was no sweeping background music, no dramatic lighting. Just the faint hum of the coffee shop, the cold of my drink between my hands, and Vi’s knee still pressed against mine like it belonged there.

And maybe that was enough.

No—it was enough.

I reached across the table, my fingers brushing over hers. She froze for a second, her breath hitching, then slowly turned her hand over so our palms touched. The warmth of her skin sent a quiet thrill through me, something soft and electric all at once.

“I think,” I whispered, “I’ve been on this date with you for years. I just didn’t know it.”

Vi’s smile was different this time—brighter, softer, filled with something that made my chest ache in the best way.

“Yeah,” she murmured. “Me too.”

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We finished eating between bursts of conversation and laughter, and somehow, everything had changed while staying exactly the same. The comfort was still there, woven into the fabric of who we were, but now it carried something electric beneath the surface. The glances were different—the way her eyes drifted to my mouth when I spoke, the way our intertwined hands never strayed, like we’d forgotten how to exist without that connection.

The walk back to my house felt surreal, our fingers laced tightly together, neither of us willing to let go. Every step felt heavier with anticipation, like the world had tilted slightly, and gravity was pulling us toward something inevitable.

And then, standing at my doorstep, she kissed me.

It wasn’t tentative or shy—it was certain, like she’d been waiting her whole life to do it and wasn’t going to waste another second. It felt like being woken up, like every nerve ending had been dormant until that exact moment. My heart raced, but everything else stilled, like the world had gone quiet just for us.

It was the kind of kiss that rewrites everything you thought you knew about love.

Pieces of a puzzle perfectly aligned.

Vi’s hands found my waist, pulling me closer, and she kissed me like her life depended on it—like I was the air she’d been searching for. My fingers threaded through her hair instinctively, and she let out a quiet sigh against my lips that sent shivers down my spine.

When we finally pulled apart, breathless and flushed, she rested her forehead against mine, her thumb brushing soft circles against my cheeks.

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long,” she whispered, her voice low and rough around the edges.

I smiled, my heart still racing, my hands still trembling slightly from the intensity of it all. “Then do it again.”

And she did.

Over and over, like she was making up for all the years we’d been too afraid to cross the line.

But we weren’t afraid anymore.

We stayed there for what felt like forever, just standing in front of my house, wrapped in the warmth of each other’s embrace. It was like time had paused, giving us this perfect moment where nothing else mattered but the two of us. The city sounds faded into the background, and all I could hear was the soft rhythm of her breath mingling with mine.

Eventually, she pulled back, just enough to look at me. Her eyes were full of something I couldn’t quite name, but it made my chest tighten in a way I didn’t want to let go of.

“Are you sure about this?” she asked, her voice softer now, like a fragile question hanging in the air.

I laughed, breathless, my fingers still tracing the edge of her jaw. “Are you kidding? I’ve been sure for longer than I care to admit.”

She smiled, a quiet, content smile that made me want to hold onto it forever. “Good,” she murmured, her lips brushing against mine again, this time slower, like she was savoring the moment, taking her time.

We didn’t need to rush anymore. Not tonight.

We stayed close as we stepped inside, neither of us wanting to break the connection, like if we did, everything we’d built might shatter. Her hand never left mine as we walked through the door, and when we finally reached the couch, we sat side by side, still tangled up in each other, unable to fully separate.

The night stretched out before us, full of possibilities, full of all the unspoken words between us that no longer needed to be said. Every moment felt like a revelation, like we were discovering each other all over again, but in the most intimate way possible.

Vi’s head rested on my shoulder, her breath even and steady now, and I realized, as I looked at the way she fit against me, that this was it. This was the start of something new, something I hadn’t known I was waiting for but had needed all along.

“We’re really doing this, aren’t we?” she whispered, her voice light with amusement but also a touch of something deeper.

I smiled, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. “Yeah, we are.”

And for the first time in a long time, I wasn’t scared of what was coming next. Because it wasn’t about the destination anymore—it was about the journey we were going to take together, step by step, kiss by kiss.

And I was ready for all of it.

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Cupid's Curveball Chapter 5: Hold your peace

Word count 3.1k Sfw All Chapters Chapter 4 Chapter 6 (TBD)

Summary: After the kiss at Lover's Lake things between you and Eddie have felt a bit awkward. Especially since he has brought it up twice now and you shut him down both times. Its okay though! Because you have a plan of action. You just need the rest of the school day to think about exactly what you want to say. Everything is going to be okay. Right?

February 10th 1986 The morning air was cool, but the sun was already peeking through the clouds. There he was, leaning against the side of his van as you walked toward him. He was smoking, the faint curl of smoke rising in the air around him.

“Morning,” he greeted, his voice rougher than usual.

“You okay?” you asked, noticing the tired look in his eyes.

“Yeah, just didn’t sleep much,” he replied, rubbing the back of his neck to avoid meeting your gaze. “You heading to class?”

You nodded, studying his face. Something about him seemed off, but you decided not to press him. “I’ll see you at Hellfire. I’m tutoring for an hour after school. But I’ll be early like usual.”

“Mhm,” Eddie answered, offering you a tight-lipped smile before taking another drag from his cigarette. After a long pause, he added, “Guess I’m still a bit wired from Lover’s Lake.”

At the mention of it, your heart fluttered. You enjoyed last night, but you’d already made up your mind. You want to talk after school because if you don’t get the answer you want, you can just go home. Instead, you let your voice turn cool and detached. “I can’t be late for class. See you later.”

He hesitated, eyes searching yours for a sign of understanding, but you maintained your even tone. Deep in your chest, you were anxious to discuss it, to share how much it meant to you. Did he regret it? Did that kiss even mean anything to him? Was he just acting weird because he was trying to act like nothing happened?

“Right,” he murmured, a hint of disappointment flickering in his gaze. “Don’t be late then.”

You met his eyes briefly, the coolness in your reply a thin veil over your anxious excitement. “I won’t,” you said flatly then you turned and walked toward the double doors. You needed a few hours to think on what exactly you wanted to say anyway. 

The day dragged on. You found yourself distracted in every class, replaying Eddie’s distant demeanor over and over in your head. The knot in your stomach tightened with every passing hour.

Maybe he regretted it. Maybe it didn’t mean as much to him as it did to me. He hasn’t said anything. Did he even want me to stay?

During your free period, Diana had cornered you in the library.

“You look like a sad puppy sleepy puppy,” Diana said, shoving a soda across the table toward you. “What’s going on?”

“It’s Eddie,” you lowered your voice. “He’s been acting weird since…”Diana’s eyes narrowed. 

“Since what? Dress shopping? What happened after you dropped me off? Spill!”

You shook your head and whispered, feeling your cheeks heat up. “Last night after we dropped you off, we kissed. Well, more than kissed. It was crazy Di, the kiss turned into making out. I ended up in his lap.” You leaned in really close. “His hands were under my shirt.” You leaned back, speaking normally. “Then a knock at the van door and the words ‘Police open up.’”

Diana’s eyes widened, her arms gripped the table. “No way! 1st and 2nd base. And the cops showed up. You’re a bad girl now.”

Your heart fluttered hearing her say that out loud. “No, not really. It was Gareth, Grant, and Jeff trying to scare Eddie.”

Diana sighed. “Ohhh. Well, it's still a bit bad. Kissing in a car with a boy at Lover’s Lake. What happened after?”

“I kinda clammed up and asked him to take me home after they all left. He wanted to talk about it, but I shut him down. Then this morning he seemed off, and I am worried he regrets it. I mean, he still doesn’t know Silas isn't real.”

Di gave you a look. It was her signature “you already know what to do” look.

“You’ve got to tell him the truth. The longer you drag this out, the worse it’s going to get.”

“I know,” you murmured, staring down at your blank homework sheet. “But what if he hates me for it?”

“He won’t hate you. He might be mad at first, but you’re his best friend. Just… rip the Band-Aid off.” Diana squeezed your arm.

“I hope you’re right,” you smiled at her. She always knew just what to say. You felt so lucky to have her.

Eddie was grappling with his own confusion. Ever since Lover’s Lake, you’d been distant. Just barely saying anything to him this morning, and then shutting him down. For the second time. He’d tried to bring it up, but you shut him down. It stung, not knowing how you felt. Is Silas still a contender in all this? Did the kiss mean anything to her? His brain looped all these questions over and over.

Did she like it? Was she just embarrassed by it? Maybe she only kissed me because she didn’t want to leave things awkward, and now she regrets it. I can’t shake the feeling she’s pulling away from me. Does she even want to talk?

Gareth approached, breaking Eddie’s spiral. Gareth with an apologetic grin. “Hey, man, about last night... If I’d known you were with someone, especially her, I wouldn’t have pulled that prank.”

Eddie waved it off, though his jaw tightened at the reminder. “Don’t worry about it,” he muttered, trying to sound casual.

Gareth wasn’t done. “Seriously, let me make it up to you. You’re going to the Cupid’s Ball, right? I can get my sister to give you a quick lesson. She’s a pro at all that dancing stuff.”

Eddie snorted. “Dude, I don’t need a lesson. I’m more of a rock-and-roll kind of guy.”

“Yeah, but slow dancing?” Gareth raised an eyebrow. “You want to impress her, don’t you?”

Eddie hesitated, picturing her in that dress from the mall, and finally relented. “Fine. But if she laughs at me, I’m blaming you.”

Just then, the 3rd lunch bell rang.

Gareth’s face perked up. “Finally! I’m starving.” He started walking and yelled at Eddie, “C’mon Munson!”

Eddie laughed at his friend’s enthusiasm for borderline prison food. “Nah, I think I’m gonna skip, but you go ahead.”

Eddie wanted to take a few minutes to himself and think about last night and what he wanted to say to you before Hellfire.

After school, before Hellfire, Eddie met Gareth’s sister, Julie, in the theater room. She was bubbly and quick to laugh, easing his awkwardness as she showed him a few simple steps. As they swayed to the music, Eddie couldn’t help but gush.

"You know, she’s… different," he said, smiling faintly.

"Different how?" Julie asked.

"Just… everything. She’s my best friend, but she’s more than that, too, you know?" Eddie chuckled, his voice softening. "She’s got this way of looking at me like I’m the only person in the room. And when she smiles? It’s like the sun came out just for me."

Julie grinned. "Sounds like you’re head over heels, Munson."

"Yeah," Eddie admitted, spinning her clumsily. "I think I am."

By the time your tutoring gig ended, you had decided to take Diana’s advice. Your stomach churned as you walked toward the theater room where Hellfire Club met. Eddie always got there early to set up, and you figured it was the best chance to catch him alone. You needed to talk to him. Today was too much. 

The hallway was quiet as you approached the heavy double doors. The faint music playing and Eddie’s unmistakable laugh filtering through the crack in the door. You pushed it open just enough to peek inside and froze.

Eddie was in the center of the room, holding a girl by the waist as they swayed to the beat of a song playing from the cassette player. You didn’t recognize the girl, but the way Eddie’s head tipped back with laughter and the ease with which he held her felt like a punch to the gut. 

For a moment, you were unable to move. Your chest tightened, and the feeling in your legs felt like they might give out. Eddie spun the girl around playfully, his grin as wide as you’d ever seen it. A grin you thought was usually just for you. 

The heavy door creaked slightly as you pulled it shut again, you bit down hard on your lip to keep from making a sound. Your heart pounded out of your chest. You turned and walked quickly back down the hallway, tears threatening to spill over. By the time you got to the parking lot, you were practically running home. 

Diana’s words echoed in your head: The longer you drag this out, the worse it’s going to get. But now it felt too late. The kiss really hadn’t meant anything to him. You were just friends. Or worse Eddie didn’t even think about you like that at all and it was just the weed making him kiss you. Both times you kissed you had smoked. For you it was that it made your anxiety loosen up. But maybe for him he just felt like kissing and you were there. The thought ate you up inside. Maybe Eddie was being so weird because he didn’t want to tell you the truth. He just doesn’t like you like that. 

Eddie couldn’t help but notice your absence from Hellfire. Hell he even saved you a seat next to him. He hoped he would be able to talk to you after about what happened at lovers lake. It was all he could think about as he sat through the game, trying and failing to focus. He kept replaying the kiss in his mind, the way it had felt so right, so natural, like it was what you both been waiting for. But now, with you not there, with the cold distance between you, Eddie couldn’t shake the feeling that something had shifted. Was it the prank? Was it his fault for not handling things better? He kept wondering if you regretted what happened, if maybe it had been a mistake to you. Maybe you were just embarrassed, or worse, maybe you didn’t want him the way he wanted you. 

It was a painful thought, but one he couldn’t escape. He just couldn’t understand why you’d shut him out, why you weren’t talking to him like you used to. 

Was this it? Was this the end of whatever the two fo you had been? 

The uncertainty gnawed at him, and the thought of losing you, of whatever connection you two had, terrified him more than anything else.

You locked yourself in your room, pulling the sheets tight around you as you replayed the kiss over and over in your mind. The heat of it, the softness of his lips against yours, followed by the awkward tension that lingered afterward. And then his smile. His laugh. The way he danced with that girl, so carefree, so comfortable. What the hell were you thinking? Eddie was just your friend nothing more. Even if, deep down, you wanted him to be. You tried to remind yourself of that, but the thought twisted inside you. Was it all just a moment of convenience? Were you so easy, so willing to kiss him, to give him more if he asked? Now everyone knew and had their own idea of what happened. The self-loathing clawed at you, choking you with the realization that maybe you’d never really had a chance. You had lost him. And the thought of it hit harder than you could’ve imagined. The phone rang, cutting through the storm of your thoughts. It was Diana’s voice on the other end of the line. “Hey, what’s up? How did the talk with Eddie go?”

Your voice cracked as you tried to answer. “We—I didn’t talk to him, Di,” you said, the weight of it breaking you. Tears started to fall before you could stop them.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. Just talk to him tomorrow,” Diana said gently, trying to soothe you.

But you couldn’t hold it in. “No, Di. I saw him. I saw him dancing and laughing with some girl in the theater. I left and went home.” Your voice cracking, “God Di The kiss… it didn’t mean anything to him. I know it. I’m such an idiot,” you were now full of blubbering.

Her tone shifted, turning to pure disbelief. “Oh. My. God. He has to be the king of jackasses to do something like that! He can’t just put his hands all over my best friend and then go canoodle with some bimbo the very next day. Who the hell was it?”

Her words made you laugh through your tears, a bitter chuckle. “I don’t knowowow” you boohooed, and then in the smallest voice said, “Di, I really thought he liked me.”

Her tone softened, full of understanding. “Oh sweet girl, I was sure he did too. Hell, I still think he might. But boys? They’re stupid. They don’t get it. You don’t need to worry about him not caring. He probably has no clue what he wants.”

For a second, her words gave you a small glimmer of hope. Hearing her confirm that maybe, just maybe, Eddie didn’t hate you made the tension in your chest ease a bit. “I’m so mad at him. And I’m so scared. He doesn’t know Silas isn’t real. Do you think he’s thinking badly of me? Like, because I kissed him while I was still supposed to be all into Silas? Do you think Eddie hates me? What if I was just there ya know like a makeout out of convenience? What if he doesn’t even like me?”

“Slow down. Listen, I don't think he hates you, not at all. Now for the kiss of convenience, that's not impossible. BUT after having spent the entire day with the two of you before your lover’s lake rendezvous, Eddie did seem super into you. I don't think he could just turn that on and off. But I will say one thing for sure, babe, you have to talk to him about it. You can’t avoid it. And it needs to be in person, so you can see all his body language and get the truth, the full picture.”

Your heart skipped at the idea of confronting him, but you knew it had to happen.

“I know you’re right Di.” you sniffled As the conversation lingered, Diana’s voice softened again. “You’ve got this, okay? You’re stronger than you know. Just talk to him, and whatever happens, I’m here for you.”

You sniffled, wiping your eyes, “Thanks, Di. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Right back at you,” she said warmly. “I love you, girl.”

You smiled through your tears, the familiar comfort of Diana’s voice wrapping around you like a blanket. “I love you too. Thanks for being here. I’ll see you tomorrow.” and you hung the phone up. You laid looking at the ceiling and the thought of Eddie with that girl reignited some anger in you. You were definitely sad. But also pissed off. Who was he to- 

The phone rang again, breaking through the knot of thoughts tangled in your mind. You hesitated before picking it up, your fingers trembling as you pressed it to your ear. “Hello?”

“Hey,” Eddie’s voice was hesitant, as if searching for something he couldn’t quite find. “You weren’t at Hellfire. Are you okay?”

Your breath caught in your throat. You wanted to say so much, but the words were all wrong. “Yeah, just tired,” you replied quickly, your voice a bit hoarse for crying.

Eddie’s pause stretched a little too long. “You sure? You don’t sound okay.” Why isn’t she talking to me like usual? Eddie thought, his stomach sinking. She sounds... off. Something’s wrong. I don’t know why, but I feel like it’s me.

You could hear the concern in his voice, and it felt like a weight pressing down on you. “I’m fine,” you insisted, squeezing your eyes shut, the lie tasting bitter in your mouth. “Gonna try and get some sleep now Eddie.” the way you said his name coming off a bit more mean than you intended. Why does she sound so distant? Did I screw something up? Eddie’s mind raced. He couldn’t get the image of you walking away from him that morning out of his head. It had been a small thing, a moment that seemed insignificant, but it had stuck with him. You hadn’t been yourself since the kiss.

“Okay... well goodnight, sweetheart,” the confusion in his voice was clear. His confusion left an ache in your chest. 

He thinks he can do whatever he wants? He thinks he can just act like dancing with another girl after being all over you the night before is totally normal? Hell no. You thought.

Your finger hovered over the receiver, and without thinking, your hand moved on its own. You slammed the phone down onto its base with a sharp, decisive click.

The line went dead, and the feeling of finality hit you all at once. The weight of your decision hung in the air, but you couldn’t bring yourself to regret it. Not yet. 

On the other end, Eddie laid there, looking over at his Garfield phone in confusion. The bright orange plastic seems absurdly out of place in the moment. He blinked, his throat tightening as he tried to make sense of the abrupt end to the conversation.

“Hello?” he said aloud, his voice unsure, but there was only silence followed by the trill of the dial tone rang through.

He looked at the phone, his chest tightening as the reality settled in. You’d hung up on him.

His stomach dropped. He didn’t understand what happened? Why did you shut him out like that? Had he said something wrong? He felt that familiar unease creeping up his spine, but it was worse now, because this time it wasn’t just the usual weirdness of his feelings. This time, it felt like he had messed something up, and there was no way of taking it back.

Eddie let out a slow breath, his finger absently tracing the edge of the phone’s receiver, the reality of the situation making his thoughts spin.

Something’s wrong. She’s shutting me out, and I don’t know why. The thought gnawed at him, each unanswered question turning in his mind like a broken record. I thought we were fine. We shared something, didn’t we? Why is she pulling away now? The confusion was like a storm cloud hanging over him. Did she regret it? 

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[hansmic]

˚➶ ｡˚ “𝐼 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓃𝒶 𝒷𝑒 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒, 𝒷𝓎 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓈𝒾𝒹𝑒 ˚➶ ｡

bangchan x gn! reader

summary: In the middle of your busy lives, You end up spending a simple evening in each other’s company—no grand plans, just the pleasure of each other’s presence. It’s a reminder that, even in the rush of life, being together is all that really matters .

genre: fluff, romance

warnings: none

word count: 1.0k

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It was a day just like any other, and it seemed like there was no end in sight for the hustle and bustle of the day. You were drowning in your busy schedule, constantly trying to maintain a perfect balance between your work and relationships. However, there was always one person in your life who seemed to understand and embrace your hectic lifestyle without a second thought – Chan

As the day wore on, the exhaustion started to settle in. The tiredness crept into your bones, making every task more challenging than usual.

As the sun began to set, you found yourself slumped on the couch in Chan's apartment, completely drained from the busy day. Chan had noticed your exhaustion and immediately came over to check on you. He gently sat down next to you, his eyes filled with tenderness and concern.

"How are you feeling?" Chan asked, his hand tenderly running through your hair. "You look like you've been working yourself to the bone."

You let out a weary sigh, feeling the weight of exhaustion on your body. "I just feel so drained, like I can't keep up with everything," you mumbled, burying your face in your hands.

Chan's eyes softened at your words, his heart aching at seeing you so worn out. He gently took your hands in his, his thumbs tracing soothing circles on your skin. "It's okay to take a break, you know? You don't have to do everything all the time."

Your eyes met his, appreciating his understanding and concern. "I just feel like I'm falling behind, like I have to constantly be productive and on top of things," you said, a hint of frustration in your voice.

Chan's expression filled with empathy. "I get that it can be overwhelming, but sometimes, you have to remember that being productive doesn't mean neglecting yourself." He paused, his gaze unwavering. "You're important too. Remember that."

You stared at him, touched by his words. A soft smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you slowly nodded in agreement. "You're right, I guess I have been putting too much pressure on myself. "

A warm smile spread across Chan's face. "Don't be too hard on yourself." He gently pulled you into a comforting hug, his arms wrapping around you securely. "You deserve to rest and care for yourself as well."

You melted into his embrace, the warmth of his embrace seeping into your tired body. A sense of peace started to settle within you as you leaned into his touch. You closed your eyes, allowing yourself to be enveloped by his love and understanding. "Sometimes I just needed to hear that," you murmured softly, your head resting against his chest.

Chan let out a comforting hum, his fingers tracing gentle patterns across your back. "You're not alone in this, you know." He pulled away slightly so he could meet your gaze. "I'll be here for you, always."

You felt a wave of gratitude and affection wash over you. The exhaustion from the long day seemed to melt away as you looked into Chan's eyes, the sincerity in his gaze reassuring you. Without a word, you reached for his hand and intertwined your fingers with his, seeking more comfort in his touch.

Chan's expression softened even more. "I know we both have a lot going on, but being together like this means everything to me." He tightened his grip on your hand slightly, as if to emphasize his words. "I don't need fancy plans or expensive gifts - I just want to be here, by your side."

You felt your heart swell with affection, touched by his simple yet profound love for you. "You always know just what to say, don't you?" You smiled, intertwining your fingers with his even tighter.

Chan chuckled softly, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "What can I say? I just speak from the heart." He gave your hand a gentle squeeze. "And my heart belongs to you."

Your smile grew wider, your heart feeling like it could burst with happiness. The simplicity of his words and the honesty behind them meant the world to you. "You're too good to me," you murmured, bringing your intertwined hands up to press a soft kiss to the back of his palm.

Chan's cheeks flushed a faint shade of pink at the gesture, a small smile tugging on his lips. "I'm just speaking the truth." He said, his thumb tracing soft caresses against your skin. "You deserve nothing less."

Your heart was practically melting as Chan's words filled the air. It was moments like these that made everything else seem to fade away. With a soft sigh, you leaned a little closer, your heads almost touching. "You always know exactly what to say to make me feel loved," you said, lifting your gaze up to meet his eyes, "and I can't help but fall for you more each day."

Chan's eyes locked with yours, his smile widening as he soaked in your words. "I'm glad I can make you feel that way," he said quietly, his voice filled with a mixture of tenderness and contentment. "Because you make me feel the same way, and I would do anything to see you happy." He gently cupped your face with his free hand, his thumb brushing against your cheek in a tender touch.

The room fell into a comfortable silence, the only sound being the soft ticking of the clock on the wall. Chan's fingers continued to weave through strands of your hair, while his other hand gently caressed your skin. The exhaustion from earlier had faded, leaving a warm, fuzzy feeling in its place. Chan shifted slightly, bringing you closer as he leaned back against the sofa.

"You know," he started, breaking the silence. "We could stay like this all night."

Your heart fluttered at his suggestion, a soft smile curving your lips. The thought of just spending the entire night in each other's company without any plans sounded like pure bliss. "As long as you are there, I would be content," you replied, snuggling closer to him.

Chan's arms automatically wrapped tighter around you, his fingers tracing small patterns on your back. A soft hum escaped his lips, a sign of contentment. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

He buried his nose into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent, relishing in the closeness and comfort.

The night ticked by in a slow, comfortable rhythm. Chan and you spent the evening wrapped up in each other's presence, the warmth of your bodies and the steady beat of your hearts creating a soothing melody that seemed to drown out everything else.

As the night grew darker and silence enveloped the apartment, Chan's arms remained firmly around you, not showing any signs of letting go anytime soon.

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[nawoken]

im back with more thoughts on soulbound au. Wjat if reader's Soulmate got isekaied to twst and expected reader to return to them cuz theyre soulmates as if they didnt just reject the name on their wrist, as if they have the right to just demand it even as reader is with the first years now (excluding ortho grim). How would the boys react to reader just snapping and declaring they feel no love for soulmate. That they love their current partner instead. I can imagine some of them just gloating and acting like a really doting partner in front of the soulmate like "look what you cant have"

Bonus for grim and ortho like "who needs you when i have my feral cat/technological humanoid built by a genius. Get his ass!" And they just send grim and ortho out like pokemons LMAO

Love yourself

(TWST x Broken Soulbond! Reader)

5.C: Hehe, I’m glad u have the same thought as mine, Mortal~

Because as petty as I am, since the moment I had the idea for this AU, I already have the scene where your Soulmate by some way gets to TWST and wants the reader back but gets rejected by them.

I mean, who do they think they are, broke the strongest bond in the world and then came back and demanded it like they deserve it?!

The name has two meanings since the content of this one chapter reminded me of "Love Yourself" by Justin Bieber as something reader would want to tell their Soulmate. The other is just simply loving yourself, something I want to tell you guys and myself.

Pairing: Ace Trappolar; Deuce Spade x g/n Reader

I will do the other later I guess, sorry for the late update, I have writer's block for this one, including my absence due to January cause I have a school break.

Warning: :D)

The moment your Soulmate lands their ass at TWST, you can feel the tug in your heart, the arch, the itch of your Soulmark, and the familiar pulling come from your soul that you’ve almost forgotten during your stay at twisted wonderland. That’s how you know they’re here, and they also feel your faint presence.

The moment your Soulmate lands their ass at TWST, you can feel the tug in your heart, the arch, the itch of your Soulmark, and the familiar pulling come from your soul that you’ve almost forgotten during your stay at twisted wonderland. That’s how you know they’re here, and they also feel your faint presence.

Ace Trappola:

He is unhappy when hearing that your Soulmate has spawned in TWST. (Let’s be real, all of them are, maybe except Kalim or Vil…)

He is sulking the whole way both of you walk to the Headmage office cause apparently, your Soulmate demands to see you the moment they know you’re here.

Ace refuses to let you meet that person alone, Crowley? That crow can not be trusted.

Hearing them ask you to go back, with them, and by their side. Ace glares hard as if if he tries enough, that person will disappear.

They, in fact, do not disappear though.

Plan B, Ace starts to make some comments, he is sarcastic about your Soulmate, berating their behavior toward you.

He interferes every time you try to speak up, to give your supposed to be Soulmate an answer. Basically, he is being annoying till the point you have to kick him out of the room.

Ace doesn't really want to hear your answer, deep down, he worries that you will actually choose your Soulmate over him.

Waiting outside until you finish your conversation, no matter how long it takes.

Seeing you walking out of the room, he tries to act like he doesn't care. But he cares, a lot actually.

Tell him you have rejected the request since... you already have him as your Soulmate while showing him the Basketball wrist wrap he gave you.

Gotta say Heartslabyul is very good at growing tomatoes.

The following days were a series of days, each time you guys pass by your Soulmate, Ace will give them a smug look while walking hand in hand with you.

Deuce Spade:

Deuce, our sweetheart. The first thing he does after he hears that your Soulmate wants to meet you: Asks if you want him to beat them for you.

I mean, ask if you want him to assist you or do you prefer meeting them alone because model students don’t fight (Please bring him with you Ơ ^ Ơ).

It actually doesn’t matter, he will still follow you if you choose the second option, but more secretly (not really).

He doesn’t like your Soulmate, not a bit. But hearing your Soulmate’s request? He almost let them drown under at least three cauldrons (If you are quick enough).

How dare they be so casual about it? Do they not know how much you suffer?

But, Deuce will respect your choice, even if it can be hurtful. Telling you that it is okay if you want to be back with them. He is on the verge of crying, a sad puppy.

Do you really mean that he is more important than the Soulbond?

Give you a tight hug, I mean, a really tight one. He thought that he was going to lose you. But he is happy now, with the brightest smile present on his face.

And now your ex-Soulmates is being the third wheel here.

[georgeharrisonlover]

If I Fell | Part 3

Summary: Getting to know more about George, you get to know about the others. George invites you to the studio, where they are recording "Please Please Me"

Liverpool 63'

Quick Fluff

Words: 939

George Harrison x Reader

It's been a few weeks, and George and I have been going out for a while. I met his parents, his mother is such a sweet lady. I have gotten to know more of the boys, specifically the “Beatles”.

I found out that John had a wife, and they were expecting a baby soon. The thought that came to my mind was how Cynthia deals with him, I know I couldn't. 

Paul had a girlfriend, but I think that was over. He now seemed to be talking to this girl, named Jane Asher. And well with Ringo, he was talking to Maureen. I knew her a little from going to the cavern more to support George. All the ladies were wonderful.

 It's now February 11, 1963. The day the Beatles were planning to record their first album “Please Please Me”. George had invited me to come and see them record with the rest of the girls. I couldn't wait to see Maureen and Cynthia. I wasn't sure if Paul was gonna bring anyone.

Arriving at the EMI studios, I spotted both Maureen and Cynthia there waiting for me. I tried to run with the heels, but I was too scared to trip and fall.

 “Hey Y/n,” said both the girls as they waved their hands.

“Hey girls, Where are the boys?” I questioned. 

“Well they are inside preparing to record. We decided to wait for you,” said Cynthia. Cynthia reminded me as an older sister and Maureen as the youngest.

“Well what are we waiting for, let's get in, It's getting colder,” I said, giving fake shivers. Both of them chuckled as we were entering the studio. 

…

 As I was removing my coat, I felt arms wrap around my waist. I turned my head to see George. 

“Hey George!” I say giving a little kiss on his cheek. 

”Hello Lovely, how was your day?” said George.

“It was great and it's getting better right now.” you said smiling.

He let go of me to drop all of my things and gave him the biggest hug. As I do, I feel someone take a quick snap of me and George being massively in love. It was Ringo. 

Me and George didn't mind it. We hoped that they would give us the picture whenever they could. I finally released George from our hug. 

“Well you better get going,” I said

 “Yeah, I guess,” he said, a little saddened. 

I gather myself up and meet up with the girls. We were sitting in the corner of the room and told not to make a little peak, which none of us did. 

A few hours in, we ladies were tired, and couldn't believe the boys weren't. Since Cynthia was pregnant she left a little early, which John did not mind. She was already in her third trimester. Me and Maureen helped her go home and went to my apartment.

The boys seemed hungry, and the rest there were too, so I and Maureen decided to cook something simple and take it to them. Fish and Chips. It took a while but we made enough for everyone.

…

Finally, we arrived at the studio and entered the doors. George saw me and ran. Trying to help me and Maureen with the food. 

“Thank you, Sweetheart!” I said. 

“No problem Darling!’ said George.

Finally, George places the food on the table, I pass the food around to everyone. Everyone appreciated the homemade food. Maureen and I grabbed the leftovers and shared it. It took a while for everyone to finish, but after they continued wrapping up the album. 

I decided to pack extra so it could distract me. I brought my knitting supply. I was planning to make a blanket for the upcoming baby boy to the Beatles.

 A while passed and finally they finished the album. Me and Maureen were getting tired of being here. We wanted to support the boys but man it was just so long.

I was grabbing everything of mine, finally putting my coat on, I felt George helping me. He was so busy today that I knew he wanted to go home and sleep.

I quickly went to everyone and said goodbye. I wanted to save the best for last, Maureen and John. 

“It was a wonderful day with you Maureen, thank you for helping me!” I said to her,

 “It was very much Y/N, There is no need for a thank you!” she said. We hugged and I went to John. 

“Hey John, when you get home, tell Cynthia, I'll call her tomorrow morning for our baby shopping spree!” I said to John.

“Okay I will, be safe,” he said.

 “I will, you too!” hugging him and leaving.

Me and George left the studio and into my car. We headed back home to my apartment. George moved in a week ago. He's a very calm person to live with. He's very Clean for a man like him. 

…

Walking to the apartment, George had his head on your shoulder, It expressed the exhaustion of the day he had. Finally opening the door, I dropped everything in my arms gently, and went to my room to quickly change your PJ and so did George. Then we lay under the sheets, George was holding me in his arms, and we both felt the warmth and love there. We didn't need to exchange words as much. We understood each other's silence.

 “Goodnight Love, sweet dream,” said George.

 “Goodnight sweetheart, I love you,” I said 

“I Love you too,” he said.

 Those were the last words I heard before I slept.

This is possibly my last part for the "If I fell" series, even though it was three freaking parts. Hope you guys enjoyed it!! Have a goodnight or good morning!! :)

[didyoulookforme]

7 & 25 for the prompts :)

this is a different arrangement coded aka film location scout matty <3

from the prompt list here.

warning: smut. age gap. soft dom matty. impact play. grammar and spelling errors.

never in a million years did you ever think you’d be in a long-distance relationship, let alone with a man five years older than you. it wasn’t exactly something you planned for, wasn’t something you even thought you were built for, but then again, nothing about matty had ever followed the script. 

and now? now, he’s here. here for a couple of months, here in your space, your life, your mornings, your nights. 

least of all, you would’ve never thought you’d be the type of girl to be currently lying across his lap, legs draped over his, his palm warm and steady, moving slow up and down your thigh.

and to think, all of this started because of that night at his place.

you weren’t snooping. just flipping through his recordings, looking for something to put on tv, when an unexpected title caught your eye. you clicked it without thinking. and then immediately wished you hadn’t—because there, right in front of you, was a woman and a man licking between her legs.

your stomach flipped. you blinked at the screen. scrolled down. there were more. enough to make you sit back, pressing your lips together back in amusement. it didn’t take long for you to take a photo of the list and send it to him.

which one’s your favourite? xxxx

as soon as you hit send, you regretted not being able to see his reaction. all you got were the three little dots on your screen—appearing, disappearing, appearing again. until finally, he responded.

guess that’s what i get

lonely much?

sometimes. yeah.

sorry. at least you’ve got your hand to keep you company 

does the trick

suuuuure

it’s the fourth one btw and don’t judge. you asked.

and that’s how you found out matty gets off on pain being inflicted.

it didn’t take much to fish out that he’s done it, too. that it wasn’t just something he watched but something he’d made real many times prior.

which, of course, made it impossible not to wonder how it might feel.

wanna try with me?

if you ask nicely, perhaps ;)

truth was, the thought of ruining you like that got to him immediately. not that he told you. but you could tell. could hear it in the way his breath hitched when you asked if he’d finally want to do it that night. the way he went quiet when you admitted you’d never done so before.

and that’s exactly why you’re in this position now. sprawled over his lap, head resting on a cushion, heartbeat throbbing in your head, (im)patiently waiting.

“i’ll talk you through it, okay?” his mouth is close, warm against your ear.

you meet his gaze, nodding once before pressing a quick kiss to his lips that makes him beam. “sweet girl.” the words come just as he leans in, brushing a kiss to the tip of your nose, his hand firm at the curve of your ass. a slow squeeze, then another, before his palm shifts, tracing lazy circles over the thin cotton stretched across your skin.

“i’ll need you to count for me,” he soflty instructs. “start from one. count up each time. that way, i’ll know you’re good to keep going. understand?”

you swallow, nodding again.

his thumb presses a little deeper on your flesh. “and if it’s too much, you tell me, yeah?”

another nod. his lips brush your shoulder before he lifts the hem of your dress with his free hand. it’s barely even started, but already, your pulse is in your throat, heat pooling deep in your gut.

“okay, love. whenever you're ready.”

you exhale slow, curling your fingers into your palm to steady yourself. this might already be too much and it hasn’t even started. you’re pretty sure your panties are soaked through with your cum dripping on his trousers. but finally, you close your eyes and count down inside your head.

“one.”

the sound comes first—a sharp snap of fingers against cotton—before the sting follows, blooming warm across your skin. you could tell that he was gentle with you, which you appreciate him for. always being careful with you. with your eyes still closed shut, you take another deep breath and exhale, burrowing your forehead into the cushion.

“two.”

you gasp at the second strike, landing right where the first did. it lingers, a slow burn threading through your skin, settling deep in your stomach.

“you okay?” you hum and nod against the sofa as he tenderly rubs circles over your skin, as if trying to soothe the pain. it’s followed by his mouth pressing a sweet kiss on your ass. that makes you bite down a laugh.

“doing so good, sweetheart.” and that’s enough to keep you going.

“three.”

this one lands harsher, your skin now throbbing where his palm struck you. he doesn’t notice when you glance at him, but you’re taken aback at how fully absorbed he’s by you, teeth tugging on his bottom lip as he stares down at the marks he’s clearly left.

so you push it a little. shimming your hips just enough to tease him. and it works. he breathlessly laughs, shaking his head before tipping it back, letting out a soft “fuck” in return.

you barely have time to process the confidence it sparks before you feel his fingers hook into your underwear, tugging it up until the fabric bunches tight between your ass. him holding it place so now you’re on full display. keeping you still, right where he wants you. and you’d be lying if you said that didn’t make you feel fucking wanted.

“four.”

the moan spills out. you don’t even try to hold it back anymore. there’s no point. it feels too good, better than you’d ever let yourself imagine. there’s something addictive about this. about being held steady, about matty keeping you in check, guiding you through it, making sure you feel every second of it. all somehow made that much better when one of his fingers slides over your clothed cunt, caressing you gently where he knows you want him the most.

“i adore you so much, darling. s’ fucking good for me.”

“five.”

he doesn’t hesitate. the sharp smack of his fingers against your skin filling the room, quickly followed by your groans as his hand slips between your thighs. this time cupping you fully, rubbing you through the soaked cotton as his hips roll against you, making sure you feel just how much this is getting to him.

six, seven. eight. nine. ten.

it continues on until you’re so fucked out of your mind, head so clouded with pleasure that you cannot form a single word other than “stop”. and he does. immediately, without aquestion. 

you push yourself up slowly, his hands firm at your waist, guiding you as you settle onto his lap. your face tucks into the crook of his neck, his arms pulling you in, holding you close as you catch your breath. and yeah, you can’t help but feel how hard he is underneath you.

"let me help you," you murmur, fingers already moving to his belt.

but before you get far, he catches your wrist, brings it to his lips, then presses it against his shoulder instead.

he shakes his head. "i can manage. just let me take care of you, yeah?"

you can’t help yourself, shifting against him just one more time to hear him moan. but then you nod, slow and sweet, looking up at him through your lashes. his lips twitch, just slightly before he brushes your hair off your face and gives you a soft kiss.

"there’s my good girl."

[the-library-of-forgotten-endings]

do you have a favorite mirror world/id of yours? a least favorite? (or if you want to just talk about your favorite, as the muse, feel free.)

Ans: My favourite would be my tingtang id. Sinclair and I dance together, apparently, ahaha~!

any id you'd think would be fun to have personally?

Ans: I *really* wanted a Cinq id to match with sinclair, but Dante couldn't extract it... hmph, I wanted to duel alongside with him in battle...

what your favorite/least favorite abnormality that you've either seen or faced in battle?

Ans: Well, they all kill you the same, don't they? But if I had to pick, maybe Pink Shoes, because it's the cutest~ oh, and blubbering toad as my least favourite, it got water all over my hair

would you say you're particularly close to anyone in your branch? is there anyone you'd like to get closer to?

Ans: I'm closest to Sinclair, but I'd like to get closer, teehee~

on the contrary, anyone you particularly don't get along with? anyone you can't really stand?

Ans: ...Heathcliff. I still haven't forgiven him for what he did to Sinclair. Better watch your back, heath~ ❤

why did you join the company? if you don't mind disclosing.

Ans: Well, I didn't have anywhere else to go.

what experiences do you believe make you a good fit for the company? or, do you even believe you are a good fit for the company?

Ans: I don't know, I'm not used to this sort of grunt work... I guess determination~? You'd have to ask faust or something.

do you think you've changed from the person you were when you first got hired? in what ways?

Ans: Well, I met Sinclair, so I've definitely changed! <3

if you could resign from the company, would you? (not that you can, just curious what you'd answer if you had a choice in the matter.)

Ans: I wouldn't resign and leave sinclair alone, but if he resigned...? Hm...

in general, what do you think of your job here? do you like it?

Ans: It's fun~ Kinda violent, and it's really gross getting blood and guts on myself all the time, but I got to meet sinclair, so it's not all bad

anything you particularly dislike about the company?

Ans: Why is everything so obtuse? Surely there's no need to be so secretive. Faust, if you're reading this, do try and open up

what would you consider to be your own "weaknesses"?

Ans: Well... I guess I'm the type to not see what's coming until it's too late.

which do you find more appealing: working on your own, or working with others?

Ans: That's a toughie~ Both solo and group performances can be equally captivating. But... I think a stage is less lonely when there's other people with you, no matter who they are

how would you describe yourself in a single sentence?

Ans: The best, most talented idol~★!

what do you think about your home district? anything you liked there?

Ans: ...Don't ask me that question again.

favorite dinner place? what's your favorite thing on the menu there?

Ans: My favourite is naan and lamb curry... hahh, i could go for a plate right now.

would you rather fight 1 horse-sized duck or 100 duck-sized horses?

Ans: A horse sized duck can't be any more dangerous than an abnormality, right...? I'll pick that, then.

heard we're having a company potluck soon. what are you planning on bringing? (if… you're bringing anything. you can admit you don't have anything. it's alright.)

Ans: Samosas, because they're tasty and I don't think anybody else would have trouble eating them.

i give you the classic trolley problem. what's your answer?

Ans: Which trolley is sinclair on?

what do you do in your free time? (whenever you have it, that is.)

Ans: Mostly practicing my dance and vocal routines. Talent takes work!

OC - Rambha, Sinner number 13 (Weapon: गाना)

LCB interview(esque) questions

[ note: these questions were made with Limbus Company OCs in mind, but technically these could be for any OCs ]

[ meant to be answered in character, as if answering questions from an interview. you can twist the questions to be 3rd person if you wish, however ]

do you have a favorite mirror world/id of yours? a least favorite? (or if you want to just talk about your favorite, as the muse, feel free.)

any id you'd think would be fun to have personally?

what your favorite/least favorite abnormality that you've either seen or faced in battle?

would you say you're particularly close to anyone in your branch? is there anyone you'd like to get closer to?

on the contrary, anyone you particularly don't get along with? anyone you can't really stand?

why did you join the company? if you don't mind disclosing.

what experiences do you believe make you a good fit for the company? or, do you even believe you are a good fit for the company?

do you think you've changed from the person you were when you first got hired? in what ways?

if you could resign from the company, would you? (not that you can, just curious what you'd answer if you had a choice in the matter.)

in general, what do you think of your job here? do you like it?

anything you particularly dislike about the company?

what would you consider to be your own "weaknesses"?

which do you find more appealing: working on your own, or working with others?

how would you describe yourself in a single sentence?

what do you think about your home district? anything you liked there?

favorite dinner place? what's your favorite thing on the menu there?

would you rather fight 1 horse-sized duck or 100 duck-sized horses?

heard we're having a company potluck soon. what are you planning on bringing? (if… you're bringing anything. you can admit you don't have anything. it's alright.)

i give you the classic trolley problem. what's your answer?

what do you do in your free time? (whenever you have it, that is.)

[ divider credit ]

[amtrak12]

HELP! I've fallen down a Bering and Wells hole again and can't stop watching fanvids. I misssssss them!!! 😢

[animangalover-writes]

Time for another dream i had, this time about zutara.

This one is a lot shorter, but essentially I had a dream where kataras whole family(which seemed to have more members then in the show) all live in the fire nation, hiding the fact that they're water tribe(rather, they were water tribe).

Katara is in some sort of relationship with zuko. It's unclear if she's his wife, his girlfriend, or his mistress, but its not hidden. People know about her and her relationship with him.

(Putting the rest under a cut so I don't clog up the feed lol)

If she was his mistress it's kinda held in that way that kings had other women they'd sleep with along with their queen and it was just an accepted, albeit kinda shitty, thing to do.

Anyway, katara is also pregnant, which was kind of an underlying "plot point" and would return home to her family every day to check on them.

It's revealed here that katara is basically the only reason her family is doing pretty well for themselves. Her relationship with zuko means that they have enough to get by. It's also noted that her whole family(katara, sokka, their dad, their grandma, and some made up new family members) all live in one house. So its clear they're still kind of struggling.

It's also revealed, through a conversation with her grandma, that the only otehr reason katara is with zuko, is because it was part of a bigger plan. She and her family are part of a resistance against the fire nation, and when they realized zuko liked katara, wanted her to infiltrate and pretend to be in love with him.

The plan had clearly gone on longer then anticipated, for whatever reason, and katara is conflicted because she actually does have feelings for him now, not fo mention she's pregnant with his child.

There's a "scene" either at the beginning or after this reveal that shows zuko in a meeting with other fire nation officials, including his father and sister, and that either he was against one of their plans but is ignored or his plan gets shut down(I don't remember which). Katara always sits in on these meetings with him, and afterwards, as everyone is getting up to leave, she leans her forehead against his and whispers that everything will be alright. This is why we can tell she truly does care about him, to some degree. But it's also a moment showing potential manipulation, like shes pretending to care. It's supposed to be a little of both, she needs him to trust her but she does still love him.

After all of this, we cut to a scene in a forest/swamp. This part is kind of blurry in my head, but basically, it's a secret meeting. Katara is dressed similarly to the painted lady, her and a few other resistance members, including Sokka, Suki, and Hakoda, are planning an ambush on Zuko and his family, who are supposed to travel down a path nearby. Katara is a key part of this plan, as she's the only waterbender, and she knows this. She nods along to everything regarding the plan and she goes over important points herself as well. But as everyone else continues talking, katara is having doubts. She loves Zuko. She's about to have his child. She cares for him. But she needs to free the world from the fire nations clutches as well. She doesn't want to kill Zuko, but she has to in order to help others. She's hesitating.

They continue with the plan anyway, and through the foliage that katara and the others are hiding in, we see a carriage making its way down the path. Zuko and his family(or at least his father) are in there.

Everyone is getting ready to fight, to jump out and attack. We see a close up shot of Katara, conflicted. She's still not sure if she can go through with this, if she can kill Zuko.

And then I woke up.

[icewindandboringhorror]

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[mountmortar]

do you know something i just realized that's really funny to me. my undergrad advisor referring to me as "they" after one (1) video call months before i even started mainly going by they/them