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Habaβs eyes wander across the room. It is nice that Tia Modeβs place rarely looks the same. Somehow it seems like only Haba herself finds amusement in the fact that the shapeshifter owns a shapeshifting tavern. Even the regulars are seldom purely human. So any new face could be anything, really. And that is exciting. It can be dangerous, but danger is something for the adults to handle. Haba slides from her seat near the window. The outside harbours a rainy city that Haba does not recognise. It seems full of humans and bustling with life. More than one bright red double-decker bus has passed the window in the last five minutes. Even the buses are full of people. And all of them seem to be in their own little world, barely glancing at each other, much less at Madame Modeβs. The few people that detect the little cafe, come in with a gust of cold, wet air. They order with a very clear and pronounced English that Haba has heard a few times, but where it originates from is beyond her knowledge. Fewer of the customers stay for the drink, nearly everything is to go as they need their morning drink before work. It has wound down a bit for now, but the next rush will come soon.
With a loud thump, Habaβs naked feet connect with the floor. It sounds hollow today and the grain of the wood leaves a pronounced tactile impression under her feet. The whole cafe looks wooden today. It has the charm of an old pub. Wooden panel walls, wooden bar, the bar stools have metal parts, but the backrests are, again, wooden. Everything seems to be made from a dark wood. It gives the cafe a dim expression that even the lights right over the bar are unable to brighten up. Haba hopes that at least the floor will stay like this for a while as she traipses to the counter and climbs up a barstool next to one of the regulars. The grey-haired man gives her a wink and tousles her hair, but does not give her any attention, otherwise. Her brother, the barman, has his chin in his hand as he listens to the customer with disinterested amusement. He throws Haba a glance as the other takes a short pause, before he returns his focus on the guest. Accompanied with a decisive wave of his hand, her brother says: βNo can do, amigo. Last time I tried to do one of your ideas - as a favour- I might add, the machine was clogged up for days. Blood meal is no coffee grounds.β Haba rolls her eyes. It is all in benign humour, between her brother and the vampire. It is a discussion, an argument, a stage play and it is completely boring to watch. The other takes an offended gasp and starts with an expressive βBut!β as Haba slides from the bar stool.Β
She waves at her brother and the vampire and exits the barroom through a door behind the bar. A short visit to her room leaves Haba frustrated with nothing to quell her boredom. In the end, she finds herself pacing one of Madame Modeβs many corridors. Random doors get opened to catch a quick peek of whatever place hides behind them. In the beginning, Haba is unsure what kind of place she wants to find. One room has walls that are a mixture out of paper panels and wood. The floor seems to be some straw mats. The other leads to a beach. As Haba inspects the door, a toilet sign is painted onto it. The next one leads into a little kiosk. Outside, heavy rain is falling onto a dirt road.Β
Then a dark, starry night sky fills her eyes. In awe, Haba steps through the door. The air is dry and cool. It reminds her of her birthplace, though, checking her surroundings, she is standing on an artificial trash hill on a plane, not a mountain range. Behind her flickers light from an old telephone booth from which she stepped from. The receiver has been ripped off ages ago and the cables are sticking out in the air. Haba clicks her tongue with her hands on her hips at the many, many metal things around her. How unsightly. Then she carefully scrambles down the skeletons of cars, refrigerators, bikes and more. From under a hood a rattle snake hisses at her. For a moment Haba considers taking the snake up on their challenge, but they look like a young one that doesnβt know better. Haba leaves her be, since she knows to be better than that.Β
The metal graveyard is surrounded by a wall. It takes her a few minutes to find the exit to a big parking space and a big house with a bigger garage. Kingsmen Mechanics is written on it in big lettering. Even though it is deep in the night, the garage is still lit. Without a sound, Haba walks over the dirt and gravel towards it. The garage houses not many cars right now. One is propped up. But with the exception of a bright orange van, they all seem to rest right now. The van is in the centre of the light source of the garage. Haba hears grunts coming from it as she walks around it. There are two legs sticking out from under it. It looks like there is enough space for the person to get out, but then again, why would they grunt otherwise. βAre you stuck?,β the girl asks the pair of legs.
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β¨1β© β They are dreams, but Iβm too out of control, I lose myself in them, and Iβve already lost too much to let them take over. ββ¨ β¨2β© β Sometimes human places create inhuman monsters. β β¨3β© β I'm not gonna hurt ya. I'm just going to bash your brains in. β β¨4β© β Monsters are real. Ghosts are too. They live inside of us, and sometimes, they win. β β¨5β© β The world's a hard place. It doesn't care. It doesn't hate you and me, but it doesn't love us, either. β β¨6β© β The tears that heal are also the tears that scald and scourge. β β¨7β© β Pull your act together and just go on. β β¨8β© β I had never dreamed there could be so much pain in a life when there is nothing physically wrong. I hurt all the time. β β¨9β© β Tough old world, baby. If you're not bolted together tightly, you're gonna shake, rattle, and roll before you turn thirty. β β¨10β© β Are you sure self-pity is a luxury you can afford? β β¨11β© β Truth comes out. In the end it always comes out. β β¨12β© β Living by your wits is always knowing where the wasps are. β β¨13β© β No matter where you go, the same asshole gets off the plane. β β¨14β© β We sometimes need to create unreal monsters and bogies to stand in for all the things we fear in our real lives. β β¨15β© β Thatβs your job in this hard world, to keep your love alive and see that you get on, no matter what. β β¨16β© β Human nature, baby. Grab it and growl. β β¨17β© β God wiped snot out of his nose and that was you. β β¨18β© β Run away. Quick. And remember how much I love you. β β¨19β© β How many times, over how many years, have Iβa grown adultβasked for the mercy of another chance? β β¨20β© β I was suddenly so sick of myself, so revolted. β β¨21β© β You listen to me. Iβm going to talk to you about it this once and never again this same way. β β¨22β© β But those pieces, theyβll never fit just the same way again. Never in this world. β β¨23β© β Dying is a part of living. You have to keep tuning in to that if you expect to be a whole person. β β¨24β© β Officious little prick. β β¨25β© β Iβve been sleepwalking again, my dear. β The plants are moving under the rug. β β¨26β© β How I wish you were fear. β β¨27β© β But it was a dreadful kind of curiosity, the kind that makes you peek through your fingers during the scariest parts of a scary movie. β β¨28β© β All we have is time, you know. An eternity of time. Or shall we end it? Might as well. After all, we're missing the party. β β¨29β© β We all remember our pleasant dreams more clearly than the scary ones. β β¨30β© β The way things should be and the way things are hardly ever get together. β β¨31β© β Got to be regular if you want to be happy. β β¨32β© β But in a solitary life, there are rare moments when another soul dips near yours, as stars once a year brush the earth. β β¨33β© β He showed me his scars, and in return he let me pretend that I had none. β β¨34β© β Humbling women seems to me a chief pastime of poets. As if there can be no story unless we crawl and weep. β β¨35β© β It is a common saying that women are delicate creatures, flowers, eggs, anything that may be crushed in a moment's carelessness. Β β β¨36β© β If I had ever believed it, I no longer do. β β¨37β© β I thought once that gods are the opposite of death, but I see now they are more dead than anything, for they are unchanging, and can hold nothing in their hands. β β¨38β© β I cannot bear this world a moment longer. β β¨39β© β I have a better idea. I will do as I please. β β¨40β© β All my life has been murk and depths, but I am not a part of that dark water. I am a creature within it. β β¨41β© β You cannot know how frightened gods are of pain. There is nothing more foreign to them, and so nothing they ache more deeply to see. β β¨42β© β When we are young, we think ourselves the first to have each feeling in the world. β β¨43β© β When I was born, the word for what I was did not exist. β β¨44β© β But perhaps no parent can truly see their child. When we look we see only the mirror of our own faults. β β¨45β© β I will not be like a bird bred in a cage, too dull to fly even when the door stands open. β β¨46β© β This is what it means to swim in the tide, to walk the earth and feel it touch your feet. This is what it means to be alive. β β¨47β© β You threw me to the crows, but it turns out I prefer them to you. β β¨48β© β Yet because I knew nothing, nothing was beneath me. β β¨49β© β If now I am wise, it is only because I have been fool enough for a hundred lifetimes. β β¨50β© β You can teach a viper to eat from your hands, but you cannot take away how much it likes to bite. β β¨51β© β Give me the blade. Some things are worth spilling blood for. β β¨52β© β I have been old and stern for so long, carved with regrets and years like a monolith. But that is only a shape Iβve been poured into. I do not have to keep it. β β¨53β© β I wake sometimes in the dark terrified by my life's precariousness, its thready breath. β β¨54β© β Understanding the world is a matter of keeping very still and showing no emotions, leaving room for others to reveal themselves. β β¨55β© β Beneath the smooth, familiar face of things is another that waits to tear the world in two. β β¨56β© β The truth is, men make terrible pigs. β β¨57β© β My father has never been able to imagine the world without himself in it. β β¨58β© β This is the grief that makes our kind choose to be stones and trees rather than flesh. β β¨59β© β Witches are not so delicate. β β¨60β© β Those who fight against prophecy only draw it more tightly around their throats. β β¨61β© β I learned that I could bend the world to my will, as a bow is bent for an arrow. I would have done that toil a thousand times to keep such power in my hands. β β¨62β© β There's the story, then there's the real story, then there's the story of how the story came to be told. Then there's what you leave out of the story. Which is part of the story too. β β¨63β© β The best way of being kind to bears is not to be very close to them. β β¨64β© β Life is warped. I'm just in sync. β β¨65β© β Now it's a whisper from the past. β β¨66β© β But hatred and viciousness are addictive. You can get high on them. Once you've had a little, you start shaking if you don't get more. β β¨67β© β Why is it always such a surprise? The moon. Even though we know it's coming. Every time we see it, it makes us pause, and hush. β β¨68β© β Perfection exacts a price, but it's the imperfect who pay it. β β¨69β© β What is 'belief' but a willingness to suspend the negatives? Β β β¨70β© β I have scars, inside me. β β¨71β© β The dead are not entirely dead but are alive in a different way; a paler way admittedly, and somewhat darker. β β¨72β© β However dark, a darkness with voices in it is better than a silent void. β β¨73β© β Amazing how quickly the past becomes idyllic. β β¨74β© β It is another way of saying tough luck. To people you arenβt going to help out. β β¨75β© β I'm waiting, far off in the future. β β¨76β© β The only sure camouflage is unpredictability. β β¨77β© β There are so many of them, and each one of them is doing part of the killing, whether they know it or not. β β¨78β© β First rule: limit bloodshed by making sure that none of your own gets spilled. β β¨79β© β I long to swim in liquid moonlight. β β¨80β© β That's right, I donβt like to be summoned on trivial matters. β β¨81β© β The part that really made me happy was that you wanted me to be happy. β β¨82β© β Cut that part out of us: the grinning, elemental malice. Begin us anew. β β¨83β© β Where there are wars, there will be crows, the carrion-fanciers. And ravens too, the warbirds, the eyeball gourmands. And vultures, the holy birds of yore, old connoisseurs of rot. β β¨84β© β At last. It's you. β β¨85β© β No, you will not be cooked on a fire when you die. Because you are not a fish. β β¨86β© β Take what the moment offers. Donβt close doors. Be thankful. β β¨87β© β How many others have stood in this place? Left behind, with all gone, all swept away. β β¨88β© β Is it disapproval or extreme lust? With some men itβs hard to tell the difference. β β¨89β© β My hair was driving me crazy, but then β¦ I died. β β¨90β© β Seek and ye shall find, eventually. And you found. Youβre right, I donβt dispute that. Sorry. β β¨91β© β Everything digests, and is digested. β β¨92β© β My head was once a filing cabinet. Now itβs a flurry of papers, floating on a draft. β β¨93β© β You cannot keep bumping your head against reality and saying it is not there. β β¨94β© β I have a feeling that inside you somewhere, thereβs something nobody knows about. β β¨95β© β And if I donβt want to die, Iβve got to start living. β β¨96β© β The world is a beautiful place. Donβt forget that. And donβt miss it. β β¨97β© β I was fighting for my life. So I must not want to die. β β¨98β© β Somethingβs happening to me, through me, something dangerous and new. β β¨99β© β Itβs taken root, a poison tree; itβs grown, fanning out, vines winding round my gut, my lungs, my heart. β β¨100β© β Weβre interpreters. Weβre translators. β β¨101β© β Youβll notice Iβm not asking what made you this way. β β¨102β© β No family, happy or unhappy, is quite like any other. Tolstoy was chock-fulloβshit. Remember that. β β¨103β© β We lived in monochrome those nights. β β¨104β© β You live in a dream. Youβre a sleepwalker, blind. How do you know what the world is like? β β¨105β© β Do you know, if you rip off the fronts of houses, youβd find swine? β β¨106β© β I stand here in the dark: cold, utterly alone, full of fear and something that feels like longing. β β¨107β© β The definition of insanity is doing the same thing again and again and expecting different results. β β¨108β© β Not to warm the flesh, but solely to please the eye. β β¨109β© β Selective emotional detachment. β β¨110β© β Not for me, or at least not today. β β¨111β© β Dead but not gone, watching life surge forward around me, powerless to intervene. β β¨112β© β Do I sound like a hillbilly saying that? β β¨113β© β Remember, youβve got your secret weapon. β β¨114β© β The dream drains away like water. The memory, really. I try to scoop it up in my palms, but itβs gone. β β¨115β© β My shadow stretches along the carpet, as though trying to detach itself from me. β β¨116β© β It curls away from me, like blood in water. β β¨117β© β Itβs been so long since I felt the rain. Or windβthe caress of wind. β β¨118β© β But snow I never want to feel again. β β¨119β© β Through adversity to the stars. β β¨120β© β No hero. No sleuth. I am locked in. I am locked out. β β¨121β© β Thinking hasn't gotten me anywhere so far. β β¨122β© β The face you give the world tells the world how to treat you. β β¨123β© β Sometimes I think illness sits inside every woman, waiting for the right moment to bloom. β β¨124β© β Women get consumed. β β¨125β© β Sometimes if you let people do things to you, you're really doing it to them. β β¨126β© β A child weaned on poison considers harm a comfort. β β¨127β© β Safer to be feared than loved. β β¨128β© β I ached once, hard, like a period typed at the end of a sentence. β β¨129β© β It's impossible to compete with the dead. I wish I could stop trying. β β¨130β© β I always feel sad for the girl that I was. β β¨131β© β Every time people said I was pretty, I thought of everything ugly swarming beneath my clothes. β β¨132β© β How do you keep safe when your whole day is as wide and empty as the sky? Anything could happen. β β¨133β© β See, there I am. I told you I lived. I told you I was. β β¨134β© β Sometimes I think I won't ever feel safe until I can count my last days on one hand. β β¨135β© β To refuse has so many more consequences than submitting. β β¨136β© β I'm here. I don't usually feel that I am. β β¨137β© β I'm tired of dying. β β¨138β© β What if you hurt because it feels so good? β β¨139β© β How confusing to live in the shadow of a shadow. β β¨140β© β Do you ever feel like bad things are going to happen, and you canβt stop them? You canβt do anything, you just have to wait? β β¨141β© β Sometimes my scars have a mind of their own. β β¨142β© β Everyone has their own version of a memory. β β¨143β© β Isnβt a smile a girlβs best weapon? β β¨144β© β My sense of weightlessness, I think, comes from the fact that I know so little about my past. β β¨145β© β Do what I want; I might like you. β β¨146β© β I feel sorry for Persephone because even when sheβs back with the living, people are afraid of her because of whereβs sheβs been. β β¨147β© β She has never told me she loved me, and I never assumed she did. β β¨148β© β The sight of it actually does something to you, makes you less human. β β¨149β© β It infects you. It ruined me. β β¨150β© β Your health is not a debt you just cancel. The body collects. β β¨151β© β Men love to put things inside women, donβt they? β β¨152β© β We can know only that we know nothing. And that is the highest degree of human wisdom. β β¨153β© β Nothing is so necessary for a young man as the company of intelligent women. β β¨154β© β The strongest of all warriors are these two β time and patience. β β¨155β© β If everyone fought for their own convictions there would be no war. β β¨156β© β There is no greatness where there is not simplicity, goodness, and truth. β β¨157β© β The whole world is divided for me into two parts: one is she, and there is all happiness, hope, light; the other is where she is not, and there is dejection and darkness. β β¨158β© β Let the dead bury the dead, but while I'm alive, I must live and be happy. β β¨159β© β It's not given to people to judge what's right or wrong. People have eternally been mistaken and will be mistaken, and in nothing more than in what they consider right and wrong. β β¨160β© β You can love a person dear to you with a human love, but an enemy can only be loved with divine love. β β¨161β© β If we admit that human life can be ruled by reason, then all possibility of life is destroyed. β β¨162β© β We are asleep until we fall in love! β β¨163β© β I simply want to live; to cause no evil to anyone but myself. β β¨164β© β Everything I know, I know because of love. β β¨165β© β Man cannot possess anything as long as he fears death. But to him who does not fear it, everything belongs. β β¨166β© β If there was no suffering, man would not know his limits, would not know himself. β β¨167β© β Yes, love, but not the love that loves for something, to gain something, or because of something, but that love that I felt for the first time, when dying, I saw my enemy and yet loved him. β β¨168β© β How can one be well...when one suffers morally? β β¨169β© β Kings are the slaves of history. β β¨170β© β God is the same everywhere. β β¨171β© β Pure and complete sorrow is as impossible as pure and complete joy. β β¨172β© β One must be cunning and wicked in this world. β β¨173β© β We love people not so much for the good they've done us, as for the good we've done them. β β¨174β© β When one's head is gone one doesn't weep over one's hair! β β¨175β© β For what, for whom, must I kill and be killed? β β¨176β© β He did what heroes do after their work is accomplished; he died. β β¨177β© β Life is too long to say anything definitely; always say perhaps. β β¨178β© β Everything ends in death, everything. Death is terrible. β β¨179β© β The distant and impossible suddenly became near, possible, and inevitable. β β¨180β© β How often we sin, how much we deceive, and all for what? β β¨181β© β The wolves should be fed and the sheep kept safe. β β¨182β© β When I was a child, adults would tell me not to make things up, warning me of what would happen if I did. β β¨183β© β My memory is a patchwork of occurrences, of discontinuous events roughly sewn together: the parts I remember, I remember precisely, whilst other sections seem to have vanished completely. β β¨184β© β Would it be worse to love someone who is no longer there, or not to love someone who is? β β¨185β© β Like mirrors stories prepare us for the day to come. They distract us from the things in darkness. β β¨186β© β It is not that I was credulous, simply that I believed in all things dark and dangerous. β β¨187β© β Sometimes you do things you regret, but there's nothing you can do about them. Times change. Doors close behind you. You move on. β β¨188β© β Love will be an impulse that will inspire and ruin in equal measure. β β¨189β© β He died alone. It don't matter a rat's ass whether there was anyone with him or not. He died alone. β β¨190β© β It was love, I knew, and it tasted like champagne in my mind. β β¨191β© β The end of the world is a strange concept. The world is always ending, and the end is always being averted, by love or foolishness or just plain old dumb luck. β β¨192β© β She was my dream; and if you touch a dream it vanishes, like a soap bubble. β β¨193β© β Daylight is always safe. β β¨194β© β If not for death, they'd be content to simply exist, but with death, well, their lives will have meaning. β β¨195β© β You want to know the future, love? Then wait. β β¨196β© β There are things in the darkness beneath us that wish us harm. β β¨197β© β Fairy tales are more than true. Not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be defeated β β¨198β© β But sometimes you leave blood on your instruments. β β¨199β© β I'd like to be a wolf. Not all the time. Just sometimes. In the dark. I would run through the forests. β β¨200β© β You've seen them. They have mouths that twitch, and eyes that stare, and they babble and they mewl and they whimper. β β¨201β© β They are not mad, or rather, the loss of their sanity is the lesser of their problems. β β¨202β© β Good a reason for writing as I know: releasing demons, letting them fly. β β¨203β© β That miserable state in which everything seems flat and of equal importance; when nothing matters, and in which reality seems scraped thin and threadbare. β β¨204β© β Someone had scrawled graffiti in black marker on the metal: JUST DIE, it said. Like it is easy. β β¨205β© β Winter started today. The sky turned grey and the snow began to fall and it did not stop falling until well after dark. β β¨206β© β Memory is the great deceiver. β β¨207β© β Silly things do cease to be silly if they are done by sensible people in an impudent way. β β¨208β© β I may have lost my heart, but not my self-control. Β β β¨209β© β If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more. β β¨210β© β I always deserve the best treatment because I never put up with any other. β β¨211β© β But you know what I am. You hear nothing but truth from me. β β¨212β© β I have blamed you, and lectured you, and you have borne it as no other would have borne it. β β¨213β© β There are people, who the more you do for them, the less they will do for themselves. β β¨214β© β One half of the world cannot understand the pleasures of the other. β β¨215β© β Better be without sense than misapply it as you do. β β¨216β© β You must be the best judge of your own happiness. β β¨217β© β Were I to fall in love, indeed, it would be a different thing ; but I have never been in love ; it is not my way, or my nature ; and I do not think I ever shall. β β¨218β© β Indeed, I am very sorry to be right in this instance. I would much rather have been merry than wise. β β¨219β© β If I have not spoken, it is because I am afraid I will awaken myself from this dream. β β¨220β© β If a woman doubts as to whether she should accept a man or not, she certainly ought to refuse him. β β¨221β© β Faultless in spite of all her faults. β β¨222β© β A heroine whom no one but myself will much like. β β¨223β© β There is no charm equal to tenderness of heart. β β¨224β© β Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, and waste its fragrance on the desert air. β β¨225β© β I pity you. I thought you cleverer. β β¨226β© β Evil to some is always good to others. β β¨227β© β I certainly will not persuade myself to feel more than I do. β β¨228β© β She is loveliness itself. β β¨229β© β Time does not compose me. β β¨230β© β A man always imagines a woman to be ready for anybody who asks her. β β¨231β© β I do not find myself making any use of the word sacrifice. β β¨232β© β I am quite enough in love. I should be sorry to be any more. β β¨233β© β I must tell you what you will not ask, though I may wish it unsaid the next moment. β β¨234β© β I examined my own heart. And there you were. Never, I fear, to be removed. β β¨235β© β With all your little faults, you are an excellent creature. β β¨236β© β You have another long walk before you. β β¨237β© β The child's laughter is pure until he first laughs at a clown. β β¨238β© β What is marriage but prostitution to one man instead of many? β β¨239β© β Out of the frying pan into the fire! β β¨240β© β We must all make do with the rags of love we find flapping on the scarecrow of humanity. β β¨241β© β She sleeps. And now she wakes each day a little less. β β¨242β© β And, oh, God . . . how frequently I weep! β β¨243β© β From the coffin of your madness there is no escape. β β¨244β© β I am feeling supernatural tonight. I want to eat diamonds. β β¨245β© β All the same there is a chance that if we keep on shaking our chains, one day, some day, the clasps upon the shackles will part. β β¨246β© β It was sad music fit to make you cut your throat. β β¨247β© β Nothing is more boring than being forced to play. β β¨248β© β Amongst the monsters, I am well hidden; who looks for a leaf in a forest? β β¨249β© β Wherein does a womanβs honour reside? In her vagina or in her spirit? β β¨250β© β Perhaps...I could not be content with mere contentment! β β¨251β© β Have you ever stared stark failure in the face? The trick is to outstare it. β β¨252β© β Sometimes it seems that the faces exist of themselves, in a disembodied somewhere, waiting for the one who will wear them, who will bring them to life. β β¨253β© β I have the febrile gaiety of a being without a past, without a present, yet I exist. β β¨254β© β I felt myself turning, willy-nilly, from a woman into an idea. β β¨255β© β She looks wonderful, but she doesn't look right. β β¨256β© β The one-eyed man will be King in the country of the blind. β β¨257β© β I raised you up to fly to the heavens, not to brood over a clutch of eggs! β β¨258β© β I love to hear my bones rattle. Thatβs how I know Iβm alive. β β¨259β© β I learnt, first, as the birds do, from the birds. β β¨260β© β Inside and outside match exactly, but both are badly wrong. β β¨261β© β During the less-than-blink of time it took the last chime to die, there came a vertiginous sensation. β β¨262β© β I fear a wound not of the body but the soul, an irreconcilable division between myself and the rest of humankind. β β¨263β© β I fear the proof of my own singularity. β β¨264β© β Still nothing could calm the fearful storm in my erupting skin. β β¨265β© β Petersburg, loveliest of all hallucinations. β β¨266β© β A breathless second between black forest and the frozen sea. β β¨267β© β I'm beginning to feel totally cut off from the world. β β¨268β© β What does this all mean? Where are we? β β¨269β© β Sometimes I bleed. β β¨270β© β If you see a ghost, you say "hello". β β¨271β© β The war is not over. β β¨272β© β You're not going. You left us once already. β β¨273β© β You canβt go! β β¨274β© β I loved you, but that wasn't enough, was it? β β¨275β© β If you're dead, then leave me in peace. β β¨276β© β The only thing that moves here is the light, but it changes everything. β β¨277β© β I won't ask for forgiveness for something I didn't do! β β¨278β© β Sometimes the world of the living gets mixed up with the world of the dead. β β¨279β© β Death of a loved one can lead people to do the strangest things. β β¨280β© β Sooner or later, they will find you. β β¨281β© β They're everywhere - they say this house is theirs. β β¨282β© β You're always teasing me, and telling lies. I'm sick of it. β β¨283β© β Others will come. Sometimes we'll sense them. Other times, we won't. β β¨284β© β No crying now. No crying. Stop that. Here. Look what an awful face you've got when you cry. β β¨285β© β You listen to me. I've seen them too. β β¨286β© β You'll see. There are going to be some big surprises. There are going to be... changes. β β¨287β© β Why did you go and fight that stupid war that had nothing to do with us? Why didn't you stay like the others did? β β¨288β© β Your place was here with your family. β β¨289β© β So you say you know this house well? β β¨290β© β I wasn't expecting you so soon. β β¨291β© β What's the matter? Has the cat got your tongue? β β¨292β© β You mean they just vanished? Into thin air? β β¨293β© β No door must be opened without the previous one being closed first. β β¨294β© β Here, most of the time, you can hardly see your way. β β¨295β© β Whatever you do, don't open the curtains. β β¨296β© β Now, come on. Eyes closed. β β¨297β© β We start off with high hopes, then we bottle it. We realise that weβre all going to die, without really finding out the big answers. β β¨298β© β By definition, you have to live until you die. Better to make that life as complete and enjoyable an experience as possible, in case death is shite, which I suspect it will be. β β¨299β© β I chose not to choose life. I chose somethinβ else. β β¨300β© β And the reasons? There are no reasons. β β¨301β© β Love does not exist, it's like religion, made to control you. β β¨302β© β After all, we're not fucking stupid. At least, we're not that fucking stupid. β β¨303β© β You fucking knew that fucking cunt would fuck some cunt. β β¨304β© β Everything in the street today seems soft focus. β β¨305β© β What does that make us? The lowest of the low. β β¨306β© β Take your best orgasm, multiply the feeling by twenty, and you're still fuckinβ miles off the pace. β β¨307β© β Itβs as if everything is a copy of what you knew before, similar, yet somehow lacking in its usual qualities, a bit like the way things are in a dream. β β¨308β© β Itβs all okay, itβs all beautiful; but I fear that this internal sea is going to subside soon, leaving this poisonous shite washed up, stranded up in my body. β β¨309β© β It cuts me up. It confuses me. β β¨310β© β It's not funny laughter. This is lynch mob laughter. β β¨311β© β Protect me from those who wish to help us. β β¨312β© β They mean well, and they mean well to me, but there's no way under the sun that they can appreciate what I feel, what I need. β β¨313β© β The pit of melancholy is a bottomless one, and I am descending fast. β β¨314β© β Living like this is a full-time business. β β¨315β© β Iβll stand or fall alone. β β¨316β© β We are no wiser now than at the start. β β¨317β© β This is pathetic, and fucking boring. β β¨318β© β Death is usually a process, rather than an event. β β¨319β© β We're ruled by effete arseholes. What does that make us? β β¨320β© β We are all acquaintances now. β β¨321β© β The problem is that this beautiful ocean carries with it loads of poisonous flotsam and jetsam. β β¨322β© β Life is beautiful. I'm going to enjoy it, and I'm going to have a long life. β β¨323β© β The grim reality of impending death can be talked away by trying to invest in the present reality of life. β β¨324β© β There must be more to life than this. β β¨325β© β We all see what we want to see. β β¨326β© β Statistically speaking, you're more likely to be killed by a member of your own family or a close friend, than by anyone else. β β¨327β© β What am I living for and what am I dying for are the same question. β β¨328β© β Maybe that's what love is: it's being pissed off. β β¨329β© β You can forget who you are if you're alone too much. β β¨330β© β Any religion is a shadow of God. But the shadows of God are not God. β β¨331β© β Human understanding is fallible, and we see through a glass, darkly. Β β β¨332β© β We must be a beacon of hope, because if you tell people there's nothing they can do, they will do worse than nothing. β β¨333β© β Everyone wants to feel like a princess, and princesses are selfish and overbearing. β β¨334β© β We shouldn't have been so scornful; we should have had compassion. But compassion takes work, and we were young. β β¨335β© β How easy it is, treachery. You just slide into it. β β¨336β© β Amazing how the heart clutches at anything familiar, whimpering: Mine! Mine! β β¨337β© β All creatures know that some must die ; that all the rest may take and eat. β β¨338β© β Is this the image of a god? My tooth for yours, your eye for mine? β β¨339β© β Without the light, no chance; without the dark, no dance. β β¨340β© β Why are we designed to see the world as supremely beautiful just as we're about to be snuffed? Do rabbits feel the same as the fox teeth bite down on their necks? Is it mercy? β β¨341β© β Love is useless, it leads you into dumb exchanges in which you give too much away, and then you get bitter and mean. β β¨342β© β Maybe sadness is a kind of hunger. Maybe the two go together. β β¨343β© β Now I can see how that can happen. You can fall in love with anybody -- a fool, a criminal, a nothing. There are no good rules. β β¨344β© β If you really want to stay the same age you are now forever and ever, try jumping off the roof: death's a sure-fire method for stopping time. β β¨345β© β You couldnβt leave words lying around where our enemies might find them. β β¨346β© β I'm fine, for the moment. And the moment is the only time we can be fine in. β β¨347β© β Because if you can't wish, why bother? β β¨348β© β It's better to hope than mope! β β¨349β© β Reality has too much darkness in it. Too many crows. β β¨350β© β In any case, time is not a thing that passes, itβs a sea on which you float. β β¨351β© β I know Iβm deceiving myself, but I prefer to deceive myself. I desperately need to believe such pure joy is still possible. β β¨352β© β Too much God and you overdose. God needs to be filtered. β β¨353β© β Behind my eyelids I saw an animal. It was golden colour, with gentle green eyes and canine teeth, and curly wool instead of fur. It opened its mouth, but it did not speak. Instead, it yawned. β β¨354β© β βWhy can't I believe?β I asked the darkness. β β¨355β© β Everyoneβs too sad for everything. β β¨356β© β If you canβt stop the waves, go sailing. β β¨357β© β I would like to be the air that inhabits you for a moment only. I would like to be that unnoticed and that necessary. β β¨358β© β Men are afraid that women will laugh at them. Women are afraid that men will kill them. β β¨359β© β In the end, we'll all become stories. β β¨360β© β I am inadequate and stupid, without worth. I might as well be dead. β β¨361β© β If you knew what was going to happen, if you knew everything that was going to happen nextβif you knew in advance the consequences of your own actionsβyou'd be doomed. You'd be ruined as God. β β¨362β© β If you can't go through an obstacle, go around it. β β¨363β© β Stupidity is the same as evil if you judge by the results. β β¨364β© β Time in dreams is frozen. You can never get away from where you've been. β β¨365β© β Male fantasies, male fantasies, is everything run by male fantasies? β β¨366β© β We still think of a powerful man as a born leader and a powerful woman as an anomaly. β β¨367β© β If I love you, is that a fact or a weapon? β β¨368β© β You fit into me like a hook into an eye. β β¨369β© β Knowing too much about other people puts you in their power, they have a claim on you, you are forced to understand their reasons for doing things and then you are weakened. β β¨370β© β Farewells can be shattering, but returns are surely worse. β β¨371β© β Women have curious ways of hurting someone else. β β¨372β© β This is the one song everyone would like to learn: the song that is irresistible: the song that forces men to leap overboard in squadrons. β β¨373β© β Get rid of death. Make it be spring. β β¨374β© β You are innocent as a bathtub full of bullets. β β¨375β© β I am the space you desecrate as you pass through. β β¨376β© β Favour me and give me riches, destroy my enemies. Save me from death. β β¨377β© β She is a raw voice loose in the rooms beneath me. β β¨378β© β Isn't the moon warm enough for you, why do you need the blanket of another body? β β¨379β© β This is a torch song. Touch me and you'll burn. β β¨380β© β If you look long enough eventually you will see me. β β¨381β© β I would like to sleep with you, to enter your sleep as its smooth dark wave slides over my head. β β¨382β© β I would like to give you the silver branch, the small white flower, the one word that will protect you from the grief. β β¨383β© β But some people can't tell where it hurts. They can't calm down. They can't ever stop howling. β β¨384β© β How else can we live, these days, except in the midst of ruin? β β¨385β© β What am I living for and what am I dying for are the same question. β β¨386β© β Gods always come in handy, they justify almost anything. β β¨387β© β We loved with a love that was more than love. β β¨388β© β Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. β β¨389β© β The boundaries which divide life from death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins? β β¨390β© β There is no exquisite beauty without some strangeness in the proportion. β β¨391β© β Never to suffer would never to have been blessed. β β¨392β© β Believe only half of what you see and nothing that you hear. β β¨393β© β And all I loved, I loved alone. β β¨394β© β Years of love have been forgot, in the hatred of a minute. β β¨395β© β The best things in life make you sweaty. β β¨396β© β There are some secrets which do not permit themselves to be told. β β¨397β© β Anything is better than this agony. β β¨398β© β You fancy me mad. β β¨399β© β I hear all things in the heaven and in the earth. β β¨400β© β Who dares insult us with this blasphemous mockery? β β¨401β© β Leave my loneliness unbroken! β β¨402β© β A more than fiendish malevolence, gin-nurtured, thrills every fibre of my frame. β β¨403β© β The fury of a demon instantly possessed me. I knew myself no longer. β β¨404β© β Let my heart be still a moment. β β¨405β© β You call it hope β Β It is but agony of desire. β β¨406β© β Who has not, a hundred times, found himself committing a vile or silly action for no other reason than because he knows he should not? β β¨407β© β To die laughing must be the most glorious of all glorious deaths! β β¨408β© β The beating of a drum stimulates the soldier into courage. β β¨409β© β Oh what a tangled web we weave when first we practise to deceive. β β¨410β© β I have been happy, though in a dream. β β¨411β© β Nevermore. β β¨412β© β The truth is, I am heartily sick of this life. β β¨413β© β I am convinced that every thing is going wrong. β β¨414β© β The scariest monsters are the ones that lurk within our souls. β β¨415β© β And if I died, at least I will have died for you! β β¨416β© β It is impossible to say how first the idea entered my brain; but once conceived, it haunted me day and night. β β¨417β© β Hurt and humiliation β But this, I can not take. β β¨418β© β The walls in there have ears. β β¨419β© β This is for your ears only. β β¨420β© β What is it? You have me scared. β β¨421β© β Whoever isnβt for us, is against us. β β¨422β© β You are just a body; to be dumped, disposed of like a carcass, left out for the birds to feed on. β β¨423β© β The dead will have to forgive me. β β¨424β© β From now on and no matter how your mind may I change, I will not accept your help. β β¨425β© β If death comes, so be it. There will be glory in it. β β¨426β© β Live, then; and live with your choice. β β¨427β© β I am doing what has to be done. β β¨428β© β Nothing is going to stop the ones that love you from keeping on loving you. β β¨429β© β Worst is the man who has all the good advice, and then because his nerve fails, fails to act in accordance with it, as a leader should. β β¨430β© β Only a loony would walk himself into this. β β¨431β© β Why do you need such fences and defences? β β¨432β© β Enough. Do not anger me. β β¨433β© β The gods, you think, will side with the likes of him? β β¨434β© β Watch it. You are over stepping. β β¨435β© β I warn you. You should keep a civil tongue. β β¨436β© β There is no such thing as an oath the can not be broken. β β¨437β© β Every now and then, the things youβd hardly let yourself imagine, actually happen. β β¨438β© β And you stand over this? This is the truth? β β¨439β© β The bigger the resistance, the bigger the collapse. β β¨440β© β Iron thatβs forged the hardest, snaps the quickest. β β¨441β© β Even the wildest horses come to heel when they are reined & bitted right. β β¨442β© β Thatβs how guilt affects some people. They break and everything comes out. β β¨443β© β Will it be enough for you? To see me executed? β β¨444β© β So you know something no one else knows? β β¨445β© β They know it too. They are just too afraid to say it. β β¨446β© β If you die, how will I keep on living? β β¨447β© β There was a star riding through clouds one night, & I said to the star, 'Consume me'. β β¨448β© β How much better to sit by myself like the solitary sea-bird that opens its wings on the stake. β β¨449β© β Alone, I often fall down into nothingness. I have to bang my head against some hard door to call myself back to the body. β β¨450β© β I am made and remade continually. Different people draw different words from me. β β¨451β© β For this moment, this one moment, we are together. Β β β¨452β© β Come, pain, feed on me. Bury your fangs in my flesh. Tear me asunder. β β¨453β© β I am as neat as a cat in my habits. β β¨454β© β Everything falls in a tremendous shower, dissolving me. β β¨455β© β I am the foam that sweeps and fills the uttermost rims of the rocks with whiteness; I am also a girl, here in this room. β β¨456β© β We are cut, we are fallen. We are become part of that unfeeling universe β¨457β© that sleeps when we are at our quickest and burns red when we lie β¨458β© asleep. β β¨459β© β These moments of escape are not to be despised. They come too seldom. β β¨460β© β Up here my eyes are green leaves, unseeing. β β¨461β© β The moment is all; the moment is enough. β β¨462β© β I do not want to be admired. I want to give, to be given. β β¨463β© β I am not one and simple, but complex and many. β β¨464β© β And if you are dead, I shall weep. β β¨465β© β But beauty must be broken daily to remain beautiful. β β¨466β© β But our hatred is almost indistinguishable from our love. β β¨467β© β I desired always to stretch the night and fill it fuller and fuller with dreams. β β¨468β© β Life is a dream surely. β β¨469β© β I think sometimes I am not a woman, but the light that falls on this gate, on this ground. I am the seasons, I think sometimes, January, May, November; the mud, the mist, the dawn. β β¨470β© β Oh, I am in love with life! β β¨471β© β I have been knotted; I have been torn apart. β β¨472β© β There was no freedom in life, and certainly there was none in death. β β¨473β© β I do not know. I do not know myself sometimes, or how to measure and name and count out the grains that make me what I am. β β¨474β© β I ride rough waters, and shall sink with no one to save me. β β¨475β© β I am above the earth now. I am no longer upright, to be knocked against and damaged. β β¨476β© β I see it all. I feel it all. β β¨477β© β Death is woven in with the violets. Death and again death. β β¨478β© β We have been walking for hours it seems. But where? I cannot remember. β β¨479β© β If we were all on trial for our thoughts, we would all be hanged. β β¨480β© β When you are in the middle of a story it isn't a story at all, but only a confusion; a dark roaring, a blindness, a wreckage of shattered glass. β β¨481β© β Murderess is a strong word to have attached to you. It has a smell to it, that word; - musky and oppressive, like dead flowers in a vase. Β β β¨482β© β Sometimes at night I whisper it over to myself: Murderess, murderess. It rustles, like a taffeta skirt across the floor. β β¨483β© β If the world treats you well, you come to believe you are deserving of it. β β¨484β© β If I am good enough and quiet enough, perhaps after all they will let me go. β β¨485β© β Itβs not easy being quiet and good, itβs like hanging on to the edge of a bridge when youβve already fallen over; you donβt seem to be moving, just dangling there, and yet it is taking all your strength. β β¨486β© β There is no fool like an educated fool. β β¨487β© β There are many dangerous things that may take place in a bed. β β¨488β© β I am afraid of falling into hopeless despair, over my wasted life, and I am still not sure how it happened. β β¨489β© β Underneath it all is another feeling, a feeling of being wide-eyed awake and watchful. β β¨490β© β And underneath all that is another feeling still, a feeling like being torn open; not like a body of flesh, it is not painful as such, but like a peach; and not even torn open, but ripe and splitting open of its own accord. Β β β¨491β© β The small details of life often hide a great significance. β β¨492β© β Guilt comes to you not from the things you've done, but from the things that others have done to you. β β¨493β© β I wonder, how can I be all of these different things at once? β β¨494β© β It is always a mistake to curse back openly at those who are stronger than you unless there is a fence between. β β¨495β© β Some call this "Eve's curse," but I think that is stupid because the real curse of Eve was having to put up with the nonsense of Adam. β β¨496β© β I don't know why they are all so eager to be remembered. What good will it do them? There are some things that should be forgotten by everyone, and never spoken of again. β β¨497β© β I would never blame a human creature for feeling lonely. β β¨498β© β If they want a monster so badly they ought to be provided by one. β β¨499β© β Itβs as if I never existed, because no trace of me remains, I have left no marks. And that way I cannot be followed. It is almost the same as being innocent. β β¨500β© β Today you wear your habitual expression of strained anxiety; you smell of violets. β β¨501β© β Of course you have always been an idealist, and filled with your optimistic dreams; but reality must at some time obtrude. β β¨502β© β I wonder what would become of me, and comfort myself that in a hundred years I will be dead and at peace. β β¨503β© β For it is not always the one that strikes the blow that is the actual murderer. β β¨504β© β There is a βdo thisβ or βdo thatβ with God, but not any βbecauseβ. β β¨505β© β If you have a need and they find it out, they will use it against you. The best way is to stop from wanting anything. β β¨506β© β They say, why donβt you ever smile or laugh, we never see you smiling, and I say I suppose I have gotten out of the way of it, my face wonβt bend in that direction any more. β β¨507β© β I was shut up inside that doll of myself, and my true voice could not get out. β β¨508β© β I see what youβre after. You are a collector. You think all you have to do is give me an apple, and then you can collect me. β β¨509β© β If you want to be an asshole, it's a free country. Millions before you have made the same life choice. β β¨510β© β Then there's the future. Sheer vertigo. β β¨511β© β Nature is to zoos as God is to churches. β β¨512β© β After everything that's happened, how can the world still be so beautiful? β β¨513β© β There's something to be said for hunger: at least it lets you know you're still alive. β β¨514β© β These things sneak up on me for no reason, these flashes of irrational happiness. It's probably a vitamin deficiency. β β¨515β© β Toast cannot be explained by any rational means. Toast is me. I am toast. β β¨516β© β You canβt buy it, but it has a price. Everything has a price. β β¨517β© β As a species were doomed by hope, then? You could call it hope. That, or desperation. β β¨518β© β I am not my childhood. β β¨519β© β Human beings hope they can stick their souls into someone else and live on forever. β β¨520β© β βI'll make you mineβ, lovers said in old books. They never said, βI'll make you me.β β β¨521β© β How much is too much, how far is too far? β β¨522β© β Expectation isn't the same as desire. β β¨523β© β Why not cut to the chase? β β¨524β© β Maybe there aren't any solutions. Human society, corpses and rubble. β β¨525β© β I thought you didnβt believe in God. β β¨526β© β I need at least the illusion of being understood. β β¨527β© β What change would have altered the course of events? In the big picture, nothing. In the small picture, so much. β β¨528β© β You are only looking at the dirt under your feet. It's not good for you. β β¨529β© β I like to keep only the bright side of myself turned towards you. Β β β¨530β© β Grief in the face of inevitable death. The wish to stop time. The human condition. β β¨531β© β So many crucial events take place behind peopleβs backs, when they arenβt in a position to watch: birth and death, for instance. β β¨532β© β Would you kill someone you loved to spare them pain? β β¨533β© β When the waterβs moving faster than the boat, you canβt control a thing. β β¨534β© β Don't be so fucking sentimental. β β¨535β© β Wrong, as usual. β β¨536β© β Why do you want to talk about ugly things? β β¨537β© β I understand why serial killers send helpful clues to the police. β β¨538β© β Take your time, leave mine alone. β β¨539β© β You will hear thunder and remember me. β β¨540β© β If you were music, I would listen to you ceaselessly. β β¨541β© β I seem to myself an accidental guest in this dreadful body. β β¨542β© β Call me a sinner, mock me maliciously. β β¨543β© β I, from the very beginning, seemed to myself like someone's dream or delirium. Or a reflection in someone else's mirror. Without flesh, without meaning, without a name. β β¨544β© β I knew the list of crimes that I was destined to commit. β β¨545β© β The future ripens in the past, so the past rots in the future. β β¨546β© β You are untranslatable into any one tongue. β β¨547β© β I was hoping my silence would fit yours. β β¨548β© β See, we were never about butterflies. All about us is unearthly and radiant. β β¨549β© β You do not know just what you've been forgiven. β β¨550β© β I need to slaughter my memory. Β β β¨551β© β Forgive me that I appeared to you in waking dreams. β β¨552β© β I will condemn, I will forget, I will give comfort to the enemy. β β¨553β© β I know beginnings, I know endings too, and life-in-death. β β¨554β© β Wild honey smells of freedom. But gold smells of nothing. β β¨555β© β You are three times more beautiful than angels. β β¨556β© β I will kill you without spilling your blood on the ground, not touching you with my hand, not giving you one glance. β β¨557β© β You invented me. There is no such earthly being. β β¨558β© β Youβre late. Way too late. Iβm glad to see you, nonetheless. β β¨559β© β Forgive me that I felt forsaken. Forgive me that I kept mistaking too many others for you. β β¨560β© β Real tenderness canβt be confused, itβs quiet and canβt be heard. β β¨561β© β What else lived in that house besides us? β β¨562β© β How unhappy we are together! β β¨563β© β I defend not my voice, but my silence. β β¨564β© β Without love, I'm more at ease, I'm sure. β β¨565β© β I've got no more tears or explanations. β β¨566β© β Iβm not complaining. Happiness is not for me. β β¨567β© β Are you not the only tie between good and evil, earthly pits and paradise? β β¨568β© β In the morning we shall find out who has died in the night. β β¨569β© β I was not a lovable child, and I've grown into a deeply unlovable adult. β β¨570β© β The truly frightening flaw in humanity is our capacity for cruelty - we all have it. β β¨571β© β I have a meanness inside me, real as an organ. Slit me at my belly and it might slide out, meaty and dark. β β¨572β© β I am not angry or sad or happy to see you. I could not give a shit. You don't even ripple. β β¨573β© β I was raised feral, and I mostly stayed that way. β β¨574β© β I can feel a better version of me somewhere in there - hidden behind a liver or attached to a bit of spleen. But the meanness usually wins out. β β¨575β© β I felt something loosen in me, that shouldn't have loosened. A stitch come undone. β β¨576β© β Everyone who keeps a secret, itches to tell it. β β¨577β© β Coffee goes great with sudden death. β β¨578β© β I should just listen to my gut and then do the opposite. β β¨579β© β βSmile, it can't be that bad!β Yeah, actually, it can, jackwad. β β¨580β© β Everything bad in the world already did happen. β β¨581β© β Youβre going to find peace? Like knowing is somehow going to fix you? β β¨582β© β Instead of asking yourself what happened, just accept that it happened. β β¨583β© β Homesick for a place I've never been. β β¨584β© β Worries find you easily enough without inviting them. β β¨585β© β It is always consoling to think of suicide. It's what gets one through many a bad night. β β¨586β© β Do you understand this is serious? β β¨587β© β Sometimes it feels good to fuck with something. Instead of always being fucked with. β β¨588β© β How could you kill something you cared enough to name? β β¨589β© β Draw a picture of my soul, and itβd be a scribble with fangs. β β¨590β© β We have the same chemicals in our blood: shame, anger, greed. Unjustified nostalgia. β β¨591β© β I appreciate a straightforward apology the way a tone-deaf person enjoys a fine piece of music. β β¨592β© β The phrase fuck you may not rest on the tip of my tongue, but itβs near. Midtongue. β β¨593β© β Nothing to it but to do it. β β¨594β© β There are a lot of people who deserve a lesson, deserve to really understand, that nothing comes easy, that most things are going to go sour. β β¨595β© β If ifs and buts were candies and nuts weβd all have a very Merry Christmas. β β¨596β© β Grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change. β β¨597β© β What does it do to a girl who knows her mother is a murderer? β β¨598β© β That mean old bitch across the street bit it. β β¨599β© β Survival is a talent. β β¨600β© β Crazy isn't being broken or swallowing a dark secret. Itβs you or me amplified. If you ever told a lie and enjoyed it. If you ever wished you could be a child forever. β β¨601β© β Who has the courage to burn themselves? β β¨602β© β Is insanity just a matter of dropping the act? β β¨603β© β Have you ever confused a dream with life? Or stolen something when you have the cash? Have you ever been blue? Or thought your train moving while sitting still? β β¨604β© β You need to be well fed, clothed, and housed to have time for this much self-pity. β β¨605β© β When I am supposed to be awake, I am asleep; when I am supposed to speak, I am silent. When a pleasure offers itself to me, I avoid it. β β¨606β© β There is thought, and then there is thinking about thoughts, and they don't feel the same. β β¨607β© β In a strange way we are free. We've reached the end of the line. We have nothing more to lose. β β¨608β© β The world wonβt stop because we arenβt in it anymore. β β¨609β© β I can't answer the real question. All I can tell you is, it's easy. β β¨610β© β I am lighter, airier than Iβve been in years. β β¨611β© β I am not dead, yet something in me definitely is. β β¨612β© β You meant that as an insult but I am taking it as a compliment. β β¨613β© β What life can recover from that? β β¨614β© β It's a fairly accurate portrait of me. It's accurate but it isn't profound. β β¨615β© β Pull yourself together! There's nothing wrong with you. β β¨616β© β It's quiet. It's likeβ I don't know. It's like falling off a cliff. β β¨617β© β Once you start parsing a face, it's a peculiar item: squishy, pointy, with lots of air vents and wet spots. β β¨618β© β I lost him. I did it on purpose. β β¨619β© β Itβs a mean world. Thereβs nobody to take care of you out there. β β¨620β© β Reality is getting too dense. β β¨621β© β I'm ambivalent. In fact that's my new favourite word. β β¨622β© β I can't come up with reassuring answers to the terrible questions you raise. β β¨623β© β A spring day, the sort that gives people hope: all soft winds and delicate smells of warm earth. Suicide weather. β β¨624β© β Twenty-five chocolate chip cookies would be the perfect dinner. β β¨625β© β A thought is a hard thing to control. β β¨626β© β Life demands skills I donβt have. β β¨627β© β Light like this does not exist, but we wish it did. We wish the sun could make us young and beautiful. Most of all, we wish that everyone we knew could be brightened simply by our looking at them. β β¨628β© β It never stops, even at night, itβs my lullaby. β β¨629β© β Love blurs your vision; but after it recedes, you can see more clearly than ever. β β¨630β© β This is the kind of thing you see if you sit in the darkness with open eyes. β β¨631β© β I have done something wrong, something so huge I can't even see it, something that's drowning me. β β¨632β© β Whatever is happening to me is my own fault. β β¨633β© β Hatred is easier. Hatred is clear, metallic, one-handed, unwavering; unlike love. β β¨634β© β Potential has a shelf life. β β¨635β© β Donβt move. Stay like that, let me have that. β β¨636β© β I have come to the edge, of the land. I could get pushed over. β β¨637β© β Never pray for justice, because you might get some. β β¨638β© β It disturbs me to learn I have hurt someone unintentionally. I want all my hurts to be intentional. β β¨639β© β We have been shark to one another, but also lifeboat. That counts for something. β β¨640β© β This is what I miss, not something thatβs gone, but something that will never happen. β β¨641β© β I am not good. I know too much to be good. I know myself. I know myself to be vengeful, greedy, secretive and sly. β β¨642β© β You are amazing. Amazing and agonising and almost lethal. β β¨643β© β In my dreams of this city I am always lost. β β¨644β© β I don't know where these feelings have come from, I donβt know what I've done. β β¨645β© β I am not the centre of your story, you are. Β β β¨646β© β Iβm mad because youβre an asshole. β β¨647β© β It's enormously pleasing to me, walking away. It's like being able to make people appear and vanish, at will. β β¨648β© β There is never only one of anyone. β β¨649β© β I can't do this without feeling I'm acting. β β¨650β© β I am prepared for almost anything; except absence, except silence. β β¨651β© β Iβm losing my appetite for strangers. β β¨652β© β You wear your cravings on the outside, like the suckers on a squid. You want it all. β β¨653β© β Knowing too much about other people weakens you. You are forced to understand their reasons for doing things. β β¨654β© β I have lost confidence: perhaps all I will ever be is what I am now. β β¨655β© β Echoes of light, shining out of the midst of nothing. It's old light, and there's not much of it. But it's enough to see by. β β¨656β© β Whoever cares the most will lose. β β¨657β© β Young women need unfairness, itβs one of their few defences. Β β β¨658β© β Time has gone on without you. β β¨659β© β Don't let the bastards grind you down. β β¨660β© β Who can remember pain, once itβs over? Pain marks you, but too deep to see. Out of sight, out of mind. β β¨661β© β Better never means better for everyone. It always means worse, for some. β β¨662β© β There is more than one kind of freedom. Freedom to and freedom from. β β¨663β© β Remember that forgiveness too is a power. β β¨664β© β I am not your justification for existence. β β¨665β© β I want to be valued, in ways that I am not; I want to be more than valuable. β β¨666β© β If it's a story I'm telling, then I have control over the ending. β β¨667β© β All you have to do is keep your mouth shut and look stupid. It shouldn't be that hard. β β¨668β© β Truly amazing, what people can get used to, as long as there are a few compensations. β β¨669β© β I want everything back, the way it was. β β¨670β© β You can't help what you feel, but you can help how you behave. β β¨671β© β Nothing changes instantaneously: in a gradually heating bathtub you'd be boiled to death before you knew it. β β¨672β© β To want is to have a weakness. β β¨673β© β There isn't even an enemy you could put your finger on. β β¨674β© β The past is a great darkness, filled with echoes. β β¨675β© β Ordinary is what you are used to. This may not seem ordinary to you now, but after a time it will. It will become ordinary. β β¨676β© β I wish this story were different. I wish it were more civilised. I wish it showed me in a better light. β β¨677β© β The night is mine, my own time, to do with it as I will, as long as I am quiet. As long as I don't move. As long as I lie still. β β¨678β© β By telling you anything at all I'm at least believing in you. β β¨679β© β Whatever is silenced will clamour to be heard. β β¨680β© β Don't worry about forgiving me right now. There are more important things. β β¨681β© β Keep the others safe. Don't let them suffer too much. If they have to die, let it be fast. β β¨682β© β The body is so easily damaged, so easily disposed of, water and chemicals is all it is, hardly more to it than a jellyfish, drying on sand. β β¨683β© β The world is full of weapons if you're looking for them. β β¨684β© β Nobody's heart is perfect. β β¨685β© β One false move and I'm dead. β β¨686β© β Watch out. I've got my eye on you. β β¨687β© β Fear is a powerful stimulant. β β¨688β© β I couldn't afford to lose you. β β¨689β© β Name one hero who was happy. ---- You canβt. β β¨690β© β I feel like I could eat the world raw. β β¨691β© β We are like gods at the dawning of the world. β β¨692β© β I could recognise him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world. β β¨693β© β There are no bargains between lion and men. I will kill you and eat you raw. β β¨694β© β You can use a spear as a walking stick, but that will not change its nature. β β¨695β© β He is a weapon, a killer. Do not forget it. β β¨696β© β Some men gain glory after they die, others fade. β β¨697β© β I am made of memories. β β¨698β© β Will you come with me? β β¨699β© β I wish I had let you all die. β β¨700β© β It is right to seek peace for the dead. You and I both know there is no peace for those who live after. β β¨701β© β Bury us. Let us be free. β β¨702β© β Go. He waits for you. β β¨703β© β Nothing could eclipse the stain of this dirty, mortal mediocrity. β β¨704β© β I know I have told you of this. β β¨705β© β I don't know how you remember them all. I swear they look the same to me. β β¨706β© β Perhaps you should get some new stories, so I donβt fucking kill myself of boredom. β β¨707β© β I yearn for the darkness and silence of the underworld, where I can rest. β β¨708β© β There is no honour in betraying your friends. β β¨709β© β There is no answer. Whichever you choose, you are wrong. β β¨710β© β Divine blood flows differently. β β¨711β© β How is there glory in taking life? We die so easily. β β¨712β© β This is what I will miss, I think. I will kill myself rather than miss it. β β¨713β© β How long do we have? β β¨714β© β Do you think we fight hopeless wars? β β¨715β© β There is no law that gods must be fair. β β¨716β© β I do not fear ridicule. I never have. β β¨717β© β You were always better with words than I. β β¨718β© β Who can be ashamed to lose to such beauty? β β¨719β© β When you see beauty in desolation it changes something inside you. β β¨720β© β That's how the madness of the world tries to colonise you: from the outside in, forcing you to live in its reality. β β¨721β© β The shadows of the abyss are like the petals of a monstrous flower that shall blossom within the skull and expand the mind beyond what any man can bear. β β¨722β© β Silence creates violence. β β¨723β© β Some questions will ruin you if you are denied the answer long enough. β β¨724β© β There are certain kinds of connections that are so deep that when broken you feel the snap of it inside you. β β¨725β© β Nothing that ever lived and breathed was truly objectiveβeven in a vacuum, even if all that possessed the brain was a self-immolating desire for the truth. β β¨726β© β We all live in a kind of continuous dream. β β¨727β© β You can either waste time worrying about a death that might not come or concentrate on whatβs left to you. β β¨728β© β What can you do when your five senses are not enough? β β¨729β© β We will neither be what we had been nor what we would become once we reach our destination. β β¨730β© β Perhaps my only real expertise, my only talent, is to endure beyond the endurable. β β¨731β© β When you are too close to the centre of a mystery there is no way to pull back. β β¨732β© β I long ago stopped believing in promises. Biological imperatives, yes. Environmental factors, yes. Promises, no. β β¨733β© β I look not for shooting stars but for fixed ones, and I try to imagine what kind of life lives in those celestial tidal pools so far from us. β β¨734β© β I hesitated for just a moment. Some part of me wanted to see the creature, I think. If so, it was a very small part. I ran. β β¨735β© β I donβt require any of this to have a deeper meaning. β β¨736β© β All of this speculation is incomplete, inexact, inaccurate, useless. β β¨737β© β We donβt have real answers, because we still donβt know what questions to ask. Our instruments are useless, our methodology broken, our motivations selfish. β β¨738β© β This part I will do alone. Donβt follow. β β¨739β© β People my entire life have told me I am too much in control, but that has never been the case. I have never truly been in control. β β¨740β© β Has there always been someone like me to bury the bodies, to have regrets, to carry on after everyone else was dead? β β¨741β© β I loved them, but I didnβt need them, and I thought that was the way it was supposed to be. β β¨742β© β Places can impress themselves upon me, and I can become part of them with ease. β β¨743β© β There is no one with me. I am all by myself. β β¨744β© β Pretending often leads to becoming a reasonable facsimile of what you mimic. β β¨745β© β I think you're confusing suicide with self-destruction, and they're very different. Almost none of us commit suicide, whereas almost all of us self-destruct. β β¨746β© β What did you eat? You had rations for only two weeks. You were there for nearly four months. β β¨747β© β Something here is making giant waves in the gene pool. β β¨748β© β I need to know whatβs inside. β β¨749β© β These aren't decisions. They're impulses β β¨750β© β What do you think I do when youβre away? Do you think Iβm out in the garden pinning, looking up at the sky? β β¨751β© β If I know whatβs happened I can save their life. β β¨752β© β They either went crazy or something in here killed them. β β¨753β© β Something is coming through the fence! β β¨754β© β Nothing is written in the stars. Not these stars, nor any others. No one controls your destiny. β β¨755β© β People who claim that they're evil are usually no worse than the rest of us. β β¨756β© β Happy endings are still endings. β β¨757β© β We believe in all sorts of things that aren't true; -- we call it history. β β¨758β© β Does the devil ever struggle to be good again, or if so is he not a devil? β β¨759β© β In the lives of children, pumpkins turn into coaches, mice and rats turn into men. When we grow up, we realise it is far more common for men to turn into rats. β β¨760β© β Girls need cold anger. They need the cold simmer, the ceaseless grudge, the talent to avoid forgiveness, the side stepping of compromise. Β β β¨761β© β Love makes hunters of us all. β β¨762β© β There is much to hate in this world and way too much to love. β β¨763β© β You confuse not speaking with not listening. β β¨764β© β As long as people are going to call you a lunatic anyway, why not get the benefit of it? It liberates you from convention. β β¨765β© β The eye is always caught by light, but shadows have more to say. β β¨766β© β Not everyone is born a witch or a saint. Not everyone is born talented, or crooked, or blessed; some are born definite in no particular at all. β β¨767β© β We are a fountain of shimmering contradictions, most of us. β β¨768β© β The wickedness of men is that their power breeds stupidity and blindness. β β¨769β© β I know you don't want to hear this but someone has to say it! You are out of control! β β¨770β© β Even at the very worst - there is always choice. β β¨771β© β Maybe the definition of home is the place where you are never forgiven. So you may always belong there, bound by guilt. And maybe the cost of belonging is worth it. β β¨772β© β Cross a man and you struggle, one of you wins, you adjust and go on -- or you lie there dead. Cross a woman and the entire universe is changed. β β¨773β© β That was such a wonderful time, even in its strangeness and sadness. Life isn't the same now. It's wonderful, but it isn't the same. β β¨774β© β I don't care for approval, and I don't mind doing without. β β¨775β© β It's where I live. A permanent state of bereavement. This is nothing new. β β¨776β© β Always the bridesmaid, never the bride. Always the godfather, never the god. β β¨777β© β The world unwraps itself to you, again and again as soon as you are ready to see it anew. β β¨778β© β Evil is an act, not an appetite. Everyone has the appetite. If you give in to it, that act is evil. The appetite is normal. β β¨779β© β How many haven't wanted to slash the throat of some boor across the dining room table? Β β β¨780β© β Even God used silence as a strategy. β β¨781β© β I learned failure early and mastered it. β β¨782β© β It isn't whether you do it well or ill, it's that you do it all. β β¨783β© β This is why you shouldn't fall in love, it blinds you. Love is a very wicked distraction. β β¨784β© β Wisdom is not the understanding of mystery. Wisdom is accepting that mystery is beyond understanding. That's what makes it mystery. β β¨785β© β Wrong takes an awful long time to be proven, in my experience. β β¨786β© β Such brightness, as you know, decays brilliantly. β β¨787β© β I take responsibility only for the future, not the past. The past can't hurt you the way the future can. β β¨788β© β Tell me to mind my own business, tell me to go fuck myself, to piss off, go on, say it, but donβt tell me nothingβs wrong. β β¨789β© β The truth isn't a thing of fact or reason. It is simply what everyone agrees on. β β¨790β© β One can't make peace with another by force. β β¨791β© β I am a forgettable leaf on a tree. β β¨792β© β That's all I want; --- to do no harm. β β¨793β© β I only believe in the opposite of luck, whatever that is. β β¨794β© β Human beings are not born once and for all on the day their mothers give birth to them, life obliges them over and over again to give birth to themselves. β β¨795β© β Youβre too young to know that the heart's memory eliminates the bad and magnifies the good, and thanks to that we manage to endure the burden of the past. β β¨796β© β Love, no matter what else it might be, is a natural talent. You are either born knowing how, or you never know. β β¨797β© β Whatever you do, you will be sorry all the rest of your life. β β¨798β© β There is no God worth worrying about. β β¨799β© β The only regret I will have in dying is if it is not for love. β β¨800β© β Wisdom comes to us when it can no longer do any good. β β¨801β© β Think of love as a state of grace, not the means to anything, but the very end in itself. β β¨802β© β Only God knows how much I love you. β β¨803β© β There is no greater glory than to die for love. β β¨804β© β Nothing resembles a person as much as the way he dies. β β¨805β© β Take advantage of it now, while you are young, and suffer all you can, because these things don't last your whole life. β β¨806β© β Today, when I saw you, I realised that what is between us is nothing more than an illusion. β β¨807β© β I have waited for this opportunity for more than half a century. β β¨808β© β I want to be myself again, to recover all that I was obliged to give up. β β¨809β© β The only thing worse than bad health is a bad name. β β¨810β© β This soup tastes like windows. β β¨811β© β Why do you insist on talking about what does not exist? β β¨812β© β One has to live a long time to know a man's true nature. β β¨813β© β No, not rich, I am a poor man with money, which is not the same thing. β β¨814β© β My heart has more rooms than a whorehouse. β β¨815β© β That may be the reason he does so many things, so that he will not have to think. β β¨816β© β Love if it exists, is something separate: another life. β β¨817β© β Things did not go as badly for me as they would for you. β β¨818β© β There are things you do only for love. β β¨819β© β Iβll have plenty of time to rest when I die. β β¨820β© β There is no innocence more dangerous than the innocence of age. β β¨821β© β You treat me as if I were just anybody. β β¨822β© β The symptoms of love are the same as those of cholera. β β¨823β© β There is no law, human or divine, that you have not ignored. β β¨824β© β Why is it that I feel I've known you so many years? β β¨825β© β Stuff your eyes with wonder, live as if you'd drop dead in ten seconds. See the world. It's more fantastic than any dream made or paid for in factories. β β¨826β© β It doesn't matter what you do, so long as you change something from the way it was before you touched it into something that's like you after you take your hands away. β β¨827β© β We need to be really bothered once in a while. How long is it since you were really bothered? About something important, about something real? β β¨828β© β There must be something, something we canβt imagine, to make a woman stay in a burning house; there must be something there. You donβt stay for nothing. β β¨829β© β If you hide your ignorance, no one will hit you and you'll never learn. β β¨830β© β If you drown, at least die knowing you were heading for shore. β β¨831β© β You can't make people listen. They have to come round in their own time, wondering what happened and why the world blew up around them. β β¨832β© β It was a pleasure to burn. β β¨833β© β I'm antisocial, they say. I don't mix. It's so strange. I'm very social indeed. It all depends on what you mean by social, doesn't it? β β¨834β© β Being with people is nice. But I don't think it's social to get a bunch of people together and then not let them talk, do you? β β¨835β© β Do you notice how people hurt each other nowadays? β β¨836β© β Who knows who might be the target of the well-read man? β β¨837β© β I don't talk things. I talk the meaning of things. β β¨838β© β I'll hold on to the world tight some day. I've got one finger on it now; that's a beginning. β β¨839β© β I just want someone to hear what I have to say. And maybe if I talk long enough it'll make sense. β β¨840β© β That's the good part of dying; when you've nothing to lose, you run any risk you want. β β¨841β© β Someday we'll build the biggest goddamn steamshovel in history and dig the biggest grave of all time and shove war in it and cover it up. β β¨842β© β You're not like the others. I've seen a few; I know. When I talk, you look at me. β β¨843β© β You're afraid of making mistakes. Don't be. Mistakes can be profited by. β β¨844β© β When they give you lined paper, write the other way. β β¨845β© β The sun burnt every day. It burnt time. β β¨846β© β We have everything we need to be happy but we aren't happy. Something is missing. β β¨847β© β I feel I'm doing what I should've done a lifetime ago. β β¨848β© β I'm not afraid. Maybe it's because I'm doing the right thing at last. Maybe it's because I've done a rash thing and don't want to look the coward to you. β β¨849β© β Good God, who were those men? I never saw them before in my life! β β¨850β© β How do you get so empty? Who takes it out of you? β β¨851β© β It must be right. It seems so right. β β¨852β© β To everything there is a season. Yes. A time to break down, and a time to build up. A time to keep silence and a time to speak. β β¨853β© β It's my game. And no one can help me. Not even you. β β¨854β© β What makes earth feel like hell is our expectation that it should feel like heaven. Earth is earth. Dead is dead. Youβll find out for yourself soon enough. β β¨855β© β Death is a long process. Your body is just the first part of you that croaks. Beyond that, your dreams have to die. Then your expectations. Your anger and memories must die. Your ego. Your pride and shame and ambition and hope. β β¨856β© β Help me give up my addiction to hope. β β¨857β© β Life is short, death is forever. β β¨858β© β Hope is something really tough and tenacious you have to give up. Itβs an addiction to break. β β¨859β© β If the living are haunted by the dead, then the dead are haunted by their own mistakes. β β¨860β© β We all wish to be pursued. We all long to be desired. β β¨861β© β All the demons of hell formerly reigned as gods in previous cultures. No it's not fair, but one man's god is another man's devil. β β¨862β© β I can become someone else, not out of pressure and desperation, but merely because a new life sounds fun or interesting or joyful. β β¨863β© β It's my petty fear of personal rejection that allows so many true evils to exist. My cowardice enables atrocities. β β¨864β© β You fucked up. Game over. So just relax. β β¨865β© β The greatest weapon any warrior can carry into battle is absolute certainty of her eternal soul. β β¨866β© β If killing you will end my existence as well, be it. Small loss. Such a life, as your puppet, is not worth living. β β¨867β© β I might be a touch of a sadist and a little bit jejune but at least I'm not a victim, not any longer. I hope. β β¨868β© β Dying seems like the greatest weakness, and in a world where people say you're lazy for not shaving your legs, then being dead seems like the ultimate character flaw. β β¨869β© β Any concept of right versus wrong, is merely a cultural construct relative to one specific time and place. β β¨870β© β To prove that I exist I must kill you. β β¨871β© β I'd say that my life has been a way-too-long case history of chasing rainbows. β β¨872β© β The world is a battle for attention, a war to be heard. β β¨873β© β Every garden looks beautiful in May. β β¨874β© β When we neglect to fear such brittle monstrosity, we render it powerless. β β¨875β© β My taste for power continues to grow, as does my ability to accrue it. β β¨876β© β Such language! Why don't you just take a dump in my ears? β β¨877β© β Youβd be foolish to count on people displaying high standards of honesty. β β¨878β© β Depending on her mood, she can be more frightening than any demon or devil you might ever run across. β β¨879β© β Cross your fingers! Maybe death won't happen to you. β β¨880β© β Do not die while wearing cheap shoes. β β¨881β© β Old habits die hard. β β¨882β© β It's our attachments to a fixed identity that torture us. β β¨883β© β What do I think I am? In a thousand words; I don't have a clue. β¨884β© β If I am to be saved it is because your love redeems me. β β¨885β© β All I wanted was to be loved for myself. β β¨886β© β I have tasted all the happiness the world can offer. β β¨887β© β Shall we pity him? Shall we curse him? β β¨888β© β You have a heart that can hold the entire empire of the world. β β¨889β© β Look, I am not laughing now, crying, crying for you. β β¨890β© β Tonight I gave you my soul, and I am dead. β β¨891β© β You are afraid of me! And yet I am not really wicked. Love me and you shall see! β β¨892β© β Are people so unhappy when they love? --- Yes, when they love and are not sure of being loved. β β¨893β© β Your soul is a beautiful thing. No emperor received so fair a gift. The angels wept tonight. β β¨894β© β Blood!...Blood!... That's a good thing! β β¨895β© β Now I want to live like everybody else. I want to have a life like everybody else. β β¨896β© β You will be the happiest of women. And we will sing, all by ourselves, till we swoon away with delight. β β¨897β© β I should be as gentle as a lamb; and you could do anything with me that you pleased. β β¨898β© β I am going to die of love, I am dying of love. That's how it is. I loved you so. I still love you so. β β¨899β© β I am dying of love for her, I tell you! If only you knew how beautiful she was when she let me kiss her. β β¨900β© β He fills me with horror but I do not hate him. How can I hate him? β β¨901β© β Holy angel, in Heaven blessed, my spirit longs with thee to rest. β β¨902β© β Nothing is colder or more dead than my heart. β β¨903β© β I had loved an angel and now I despise a woman. β β¨904β© β Our lives are one masked ball. β β¨905β© β Why do you condemn a man whom you have never met, whom no one knows and about whom even you yourself know nothing? β β¨906β© β He would commit murder for me. β β¨907β© β If I don't save her from the hands of that humbug, she is lost. But I shall save her. β β¨908β© β We will go from here together or die together. β β¨909β© β Your fear, your terror, all of that is just love and love of the most exquisite kind, the kind which people do not admit even to themselves. The kind that gives you a thrill, when you think of it. β β¨910β© β Destiny has chained you to me forever. β β¨911β© β You must never ask me that. β β¨912β© β Are you afraid that you will change your mind? β β¨913β© β You must come and fetch me in my dressing room at midnight exactly. β β¨914β© β The holes in your life are permanent. You have to grow around them, like tree roots around concrete; you mould yourself through the gaps. β β¨915β© β I have never understood how people can blithely disregard the damage they do by following their hearts. β β¨916β© β ThereοΏ½οΏ½s something comforting about the sight of strangers safe at home. β β¨917β© β I have lost control over everything, even the places in my head. β β¨918β© β Itβs possible to miss what youβve never had, to even mourn for it. β β¨919β© β Thereβs nothing so painful, so corrosive, as suspicion. β β¨920β© β When did you become so weak? β β¨921β© β I donβt know where that strength went, I donβt remember losing it. I think that over time it got chipped away, bit by bit, by life, by the living of it. β β¨922β© β Letβs be honest: women are still only really valued for two thingsβtheir looks and their role as mothers. β β¨923β© β Sadness gets boring after a while, for the sad person and for everyone around them. β β¨924β© β Iβm playing at real life instead of actually living it. β β¨925β© β Iβve just got to let myself feel the pain, because if I donβt, if I keep numbing it, itβll never really go away. β β¨926β© β I am not the girl I used to be. I am no longer desirable, Iβm off-putting in some way. Itβs as if people can see the damage written all over me, can see it in my face, the way I hold myself, the way I move. β β¨927β© β Who was it that said following your heart is a good thing? It is pure egotism, a selfishness to conquer all. β β¨928β© β Itβs impossible to resist the kindness of strangers. β β¨929β© β Sometimes I catch myself trying to remember the last time I had meaningful physical contact with another person, just a hug or a heartfelt squeeze of my hand, and my heart twitches. β β¨930β© β I have to find a way of making myself happy, I have to stop looking for happiness elsewhere. β β¨931β© β How did I find myself here? I wonder where it started, my decline; I wonder at what point I could have halted it. Where did I take the wrong turn? β β¨932β© β Now look -- Now look what you made me do. β β¨933β© β Itβs okay, whatever you did, whatever youβve done: you suffered, you hurt, you deserve forgiveness. β β¨934β© β Theyβre what I lost, theyβre everything I want to be. β β¨935β© β You broke me and I broke us. β β¨936β© β Iβve been the fool. If he does it with you, heβll do it to you. β β¨937β© β Iβd never realised, not until now, how shameful it is to be pitied. β β¨938β© β Sometimes, I donβt want to go anywhere, I think Iβll be happy if I never have to set foot outside the house again. β β¨939β© β I donβt believe in soul mates, but thereβs an understanding between us that I just havenβt felt before, or at least, not for a long time. β β¨940β© β There can be no greater agony, nothing can be more painful than the not knowing, which will never end. β β¨941β© β Being the other woman is a huge turn-on, thereβs no point in denying it: youβre the one he canβt help but betray his wife for, even though he loves her. Thatβs just how irresistible you are. β β¨942β© β I feel a rush of gratitude so strong, it feels almost like love. β β¨943β© β You donβt know how determined I can be. Once Iβve made my mind up, Iβm a force to be reckoned with. β β¨944β© β The more I want to be oblivious, the less I can be. Life and light will not let me be. β β¨945β© β You donβt have to be afraid of being alone. Itβs not the worst thing, is it? β β¨946β© β I have felt this way before. On a larger scale, to a more intense degree, of course, but I remember the quality of the pain. You donβt forget it. β β¨947β© β If he thinks Iβm going to sit around crying, heβs got another thing coming. β β¨948β© β I donβt like to lose. Itβs not like me. None of this is like me. I donβt get rejected. Iβm the one who walks away. β β¨949β© β I donβt remember anger, raging fury. I remember fear. β β¨950β© β I canβt sleep. I havenβt slept in days. I hate it, hate insomnia more than anything, just lying there, brain going round, tick, tick, tick, tick. β β¨951β© β Maybe the courage I need has nothing to do with telling the truth and everything to do with walking away. β β¨952β© β Iβm not beautiful, and I canβt have kids, so what does that make me? Worthless. β β¨953β© β Failure cloaked me like a mantle, it overwhelmed me, dragged me under and I gave up hope. β β¨954β© β Itβs an odd thing to say, but I think this all the time; I donβt feel bad enough. β β¨955β© β Some battles arenβt worth fighting. β β¨956β© β I never felt guilty. I pretended I did. I had to. β β¨957β© β I never meant for any of this to happen, we fell in love, what could we do? β β¨958β© β What bothers me most is that I havenβt got to the end of my story, and I canβt start over with someone else, itβs too hard. β β¨959β© β A person is, among all else, a material thing, easily torn and not easily mended. β β¨960β© β It isnβt only wickedness and scheming that make people unhappy, it is confusion and misunderstanding. β β¨961β© β Falling in love can be achieved in a single wordβa glance. β β¨962β© β Though you think the world is at your feet, it can rise up and tread on you. β β¨963β© β Iβve never had a momentβs doubt. I love you. I believe in you completely. You are my dearest one. My reason for life. β β¨964β© β It might hurt, it is horribly inconvenient, no good might come of it, but it is what it is to be in love. β β¨965β© β It was always an impossible task, and that was precisely the point. β β¨966β© β Come back, come back to me. β β¨967β© β In my thoughts I make love to you all day long. β β¨968β© β The truth is I feel rather light headed and foolish in your presence and I donβt think I can blame the heat. β β¨969β© β Beauty occupies a narrow band. Ugliness, on the other hand, has infinite variation. β β¨970β© β Is there any meaning in my life that the inevitable death awaiting me does not destroy? β β¨971β© β However, withered, I still feel myself to be exactly the same person Iβve always been. β β¨972β© β Hate is a feeling as pure as love, but dispassionate and icily rational. β β¨973β© β Iβm going mad. Let me not be mad. β β¨974β© β Is everyone really as alive as I am? β β¨975β© β Every now and then, quite unintentionally, someone teaches you something about yourself. β β¨976β© β Something has happened, hasnβt it? β β¨977β© β I like to think that it isnβt weakness or evasion, but a final act of kindness. β β¨978β© β Is it possible that I am, in the modern term, in denial? β β¨979β© β How could anyone presume to know the world through the eyes of an insect? β β¨980β© β Not everything has a cause. Some things are simply so. β β¨981β© β Iβll be quite honest with you. Iβm torn between breaking your neck here and throwing you down the stairs. β β¨982β© β How old do you have to be before you know the difference between right and wrong? β β¨983β© β It was never meant to be read. β β¨984β© β If I fell in the river, would you save me? β β¨985β© β That was an incredibly bloody stupid thing to do. β β¨986β© β I want to thank you for saving my life. Iβll be eternally grateful to you. β β¨987β© β Iβm very, very sorry for the terrible distress that I have caused. Iβm very, very sorry. β β¨988β© β Donβt call me that! β Please donβt call me that. β β¨989β© β It may be the wrong decision, but fuck it, itβs mine. β β¨990β© β Like patience, passion comes from the same Latin root: pati. It does not mean to flow with exuberance. It means to suffer. β β¨991β© β No one ever really gets used to nightmares. β β¨992β© β I still get nightmares. In fact, I get them so often I should be used to them by now. Iβm not. β β¨993β© β Sublime is something you choke on after a shot of tequila. β β¨994β© β Some people reflect light, some deflect it, you by some miracle, seem to collect it. β β¨995β© β Beautiful women are always drawn to men they think will keep them beautiful. β β¨996β© β The ruminations are mine, let the world be yours. β β¨997β© β You will fulfil a promise I made years ago but failed to keep. β β¨998β© β Darkness never satisfies. Especially if it takes something away which it almost always invariably does. β β¨999β© β I want something else. Iβm not even sure what to call it anymore. β β¨1000β© β What can I say, Iβm a sucker for abandoned stuff, misplaced stuff, forgotten stuff, any old stuff. β β¨1001β© β Is it possible to love something so much, you imagine it wants to destroy you only because it has denied you? β β¨1002β© β Itβs just silent, no sound at all. Itβs like somethingβs waiting. β β¨1003β© β I guess Iβm hoping the weapons will make me feel better, grant me some kind of fucking control. β β¨1004β© β Oh and something else: β Fuck you. β β¨1005β© β God Iβve never been afraid like this. β β¨1006β© β I miss you. I love you. Thereβs no second Iβve lived that you canβt call your own. β β¨1007β© β Iβm so tired. Sleepβs been stalking me for too long to remember. Inevitable I suppose. β β¨1008β© β Not seeing the rip doesnβt mean you automatically get to keep clear of the Hey-Iβm-Bleeding part. β β¨1009β© β These days fantasies flourish and die like summer flies. β β¨1010β© β Yeah I know, I know. This shitβs getting ridiculous. β β¨1011β© β βFuckβ and 'fall forβ have very different meanings. The first one you do as much as you can. The second one you never ever, ever do. β β¨1012β© β Itβs a nice idea but it reeks of hope. False hope. β β¨1013β© β Itβs, wellβ¦one thing in two words: fucked upβ¦very fucked up. Okay three words, four words, who the hell caresβ¦very very fucked up. β β¨1014β© β Do you think I could spend the night at your place? Β β β¨1015β© β Any fool can pray. β β¨1016β© β I feel like I havenβt slept in months. My neighbours are scared of me. β β¨1017β© β Iβve lost my mind? Maybe, maybe, maybe. Maybe Iβm just really drunk. β β¨1018β© β Perhaps by cleaning out my system Iβll come to a clearing where I can ease myself into peace. β β¨1019β© β I should be dead. Why am I still here? β β¨1020β© β Fuck if I know. Your guess is as good as mine. β β¨1021β© β You are my flesh. You are my bones. I know you too well. I read you too perfectly. β β¨1022β© β Not all complex problems have easy solutions. β β¨1023β© β Do you believe in God? I donβt think I ever asked you that one. β β¨1024β© β We all create stories to protect ourselves. β β¨1025β© β Are you kidding me? This place is scary. β β¨1026β© β These days the only thing that gets me outside is when I say: Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck you. Fuck me. Fuck this. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. β β¨1027β© β You like that crap because it reminds you of you. β β¨1028β© β You may suddenly realise things are not how you perceived them to be at all. β β¨1029β© β The two hardest tests are the patience to wait for the right moment and the courage not to be disappointed with what we encounter. β β¨1030β© β People never learn anything by being told, they have to find out for themselves. β β¨1031β© β Be crazy! But learn how to be crazy without being the center of attention. Be brave enough to live different. β β¨1032β© β You are someone who is different, but who wants to be the same as everyone else. And that in my view is a serious illness. β β¨1033β© β God chose you to be different. β β¨1034β© β Why are you disappointing God with this kind of attitude? β β¨1035β© β You have two choices, to control your mind or to let your mind control you. β β¨1036β© β Everyone is indeed crazy, but the craziest are the ones who don't know they're crazy; they just keep repeating what others tell them to. β β¨1037β© β Haven't you learned anything, not even with the approach of death? Β β β¨1038β© β If people don't like it, they can complain. And if they don't have the courage to complain, that's their problem. β β¨1039β© β Nothing in this world happens by chance. β β¨1040β© β I want to continue living my life the way I dream it, and not the way the other people want it to be. β β¨1041β© β Be like the fountain that overflows, not like the cistern that merely contains. β β¨1042β© β Collective madness is called sanity. β β¨1043β© β Consider each day a miracle - which indeed it is, when you consider the number of unexpected things that could happen in each second of our fragile existences. β β¨1044β© β You say they create their own reality, but what is reality? β β¨1045β© β Many people don't allow themselves to love because there are a lot of things at risk. A lot of future and a lot of past. β β¨1046β© β Death frees from the fear of dying. β β¨1047β© β The danger of an adventure is worth a thousand days of ease and comfort. β β¨1048β© β The happier people can be, the unhappier they are. β β¨1049β© β Life is always a matter of waiting for the right moment to act. β β¨1050β© β It's best to accept life as it really is and not as you imagined it to be. β β¨1051β© β You don't seem mad at all. β β¨1052β© β Weβre allowed to make a lot of mistakes in our lives, except the mistake that destroys us. β β¨1053β© β Youβre what you are, not what others make of you. β β¨1054β© β Am I cured? β β¨1055β© β Real love changes and grows with time and discovers new ways of expressing itself. β β¨1056β© β A lot of people think something is right, and so that thing becomes right. Is that it? β β¨1057β© β They think they're normal, because they all do the same thing. β β¨1058β© β I didn't know that other βmeβs existed inside me, βMeβs that I could love. β β¨1059β© β I have no idea what's awaiting me. β β¨1060β© β What will happen when this all ends? β β¨1061β© β I know that you are capable of great deeds. β β¨1062β© β A loveless world is a dead world, and always there comes an hour when one is weary of prisons, of one's work, and of devotion to duty, and all one craves for is a loved face, the warmth and wonder of a loving heart. β β¨1063β© β The truth is that everyone is bored. β β¨1064β© β I feel more fellowship with the defeated than with saints. Heroism and sanctity don't really appeal to me, I imagine. β β¨1065β© β If there is one thing one can always yearn for, and sometimes attain, it is human love. β β¨1066β© β Who would dare to assert that eternal happiness can compensate for even a single moment's suffering? β β¨1067β© β It's not easy. I've been thinking it over for years. β β¨1068β© β While we loved each other we didn't need words to make ourselves understood. β β¨1069β© β People are more often bad than good. β β¨1070β© β I don't believe in heroism; I know it's easy and I've learned that it can be murderous. β β¨1071β© β What interests me is living and dying for what one loves. β β¨1072β© β In fact, nobody is capable of really thinking about anyone, even in the worst calamity. β β¨1073β© β Nothing in the world is worth turning one's back on what one loves. β β¨1074β© β Again and again there comes a time in history when the man who dares to say that two and two make four is punished with death. β β¨1075β© β There are more things to admire in men then to despise. β β¨1076β© β It is in the thick of calamity that one gets hardened to the truth - in other words, to silence. β β¨1077β© β What on earth prompted you to take a hand in this? β β¨1078β© β Your code of morals? What code, if I may ask? β β¨1079β© β I'm fumbling in the dark, struggling to make something out. But I've long ceased finding anything. β β¨1080β© β No doubt our love is still there, but quite simply it is unusable, heavy to carry, inert inside of us, sterile as crime or condemnation. β β¨1081β© β Iβm not happy to go, but one needn't be happy to make another start. β β¨1082β© β I am incapable of suffering for a long time, or being happy for a long time. Which means that I am incapable of anything really worth while. β β¨1083β© β I should have found the words to keep her with me. β β¨1084β© β We can't stir a finger in this world without the risk of bringing death to somebody. β β¨1085β© β The evil that is in the world comes out of ignorance, and good intentions may do as much harm as malevolence, if they lack understanding. β β¨1086β© β There are always flies and itches. Thatβs why life is difficult to live. β β¨1087β© β The best protection against anything is a good bottle of wine. β β¨1088β© β There is no peace without hope. β β¨1089β© β It's enough for me to be sure that you and I exist at this moment. β β¨1090β© β There is always something left to love. β β¨1091β© β A person doesnβt die when he should but when he can. β β¨1092β© β Things have a life of their own. It's simply a matter of waking up their souls. β β¨1093β© β Tell me something: why are you fighting? β β¨1094β© β I've come to realise only just now that I'm fighting because of pride. β β¨1095β© β One minute of reconciliation is worth more than a whole life of friendship. β β¨1096β© β It's better than not knowing why you're fighting. Or fighting, like you, for something that doesn't have any meaning for anyone. β β¨1097β© β Holy Mother of God! β β¨1098β© β A person does not belong to a place until there is someone dead under the ground. β β¨1099β© β I was born a son of a bitch and I'm going to die a son of a bitch. β β¨1100β© β Bad luck doesn't have any chinks in it. β β¨1101β© β I plead youth as a mitigating circumstance. β β¨1102β© β Get those bad thoughts out of your head. You're going to be happy. β β¨1103β© β Children inherit their parents' madness. β β¨1104β© β I'll turn to ashes in here but I won't give this miserable town the pleasure of seeing me weep. β β¨1105β© β You would be good in a war. Where you put your eye, you put your bullet. β β¨1106β© β Men demand much more than you think. β β¨1107β© β Even the craziest and most persistent love is just a temporary truth. β β¨1108β© β If weβre alone you can whisper in my ear any crap you can think of. β β¨1109β© β You have taken this horrible game very seriously and you have done well because you are doing your duty. β β¨1110β© β We have the right to pull down your pants and give you a whipping at the first sign of disrespect. β β¨1111β© β What worries me is not your shooting me, because after all, for people like us it's a natural death. β β¨1112β© β What worries me is that you've ended up as bad as they are. β β¨1113β© β It is characteristic of men to deny hunger once their appetites are satisfied. β β¨1114β© β Dying is much more difficult than one imagines. β β¨1115β© β If you have to go crazy, please go crazy all by yourself! β β¨1116β© β We have still not had a death. β β¨1117β© β How awful, the way time passes. β β¨1118β© β You may be in command of your war, but I'm in command of my house. β β¨1119β© β I missed you every hour. β β¨1120β© β You know what the worst part was? It caught me completely by surprise. β β¨1121β© β Iβve risked my life for you. β β¨1122β© β The problem with wanting is that it makes us weak. β β¨1123β© β I love you, even the part of you that loved him. β β¨1124β© β Iβm sorry it took me so long to see you. β β¨1125β© β I never really belonged anywhere. β β¨1126β© β Thanks for being my best friend and making my life bearable. Β β β¨1127β© β Thanks for finding me. β β¨1128β© β You and I are going to change the world. β β¨1129β© β Iβve been waiting for you a long time. β β¨1130β© β Iβm not used to people trying to kill me. β β¨1131β© β Youβre shaking. β β¨1132β© β There's nothing wrong with being a lizard. Unless you were born to be a hawk. β β¨1133β© β Make me your villain. β β¨1134β© β Just you and me. Itβs always just you and me. β β¨1135β© β Do you blame me for every mistake I made? For every dumb thing Iβve said? β β¨1136β© β Well, if it gets too bad, give me a signal. β β¨1137β© β Did you tell him what I showed you in the dark? β β¨1138β© β Did you miss me when you were gone? β β¨1139β© β What is infinite? The universe and the greed of men. β β¨1140β© β Youβre interfering with my plan. β β¨1141β© β Too much champagne? β β¨1142β© β I hope you donβt expect fairness from me. It isnβt one of my specialties. β β¨1143β© β There is something more powerful than any army. Something strong enough to topple kings. Faith. β β¨1144β© β All you said was that I had to kill you. You didnβt say how. β β¨1145β© β What is she? Sheβs everything, you dumb son of a bitch. β β¨1146β© β Sheβs an ugly little thing. No child should look like that. Pale and sour, like a glass of milk thatβs turned. β β¨1147β© β I wouldnβt make that mistake again. β β¨1148β© β Itβs a great honor, to save a life. You saved many. β β¨1149β© β In this world, there are things you can only do alone. β β¨1150β© β What seems like a reasonable distance to one person might feel too far to somebody else. β β¨1151β© β If you really want to know something, you have to be willing to pay the price. β β¨1152β© β Why should you be interested in me? β β¨1153β© β I have been told I've got a darkish personality. A few times. β β¨1154β© β It's not as if our lives are divided simply into light and dark. There's shadowy middle ground. β β¨1155β© β I'll write to you. A super-long letter, like in an old-fashioned novel. β β¨1156β© β The spotlight doesn't suit me. I'm more of a side dish. β β¨1157β© β The ground we stand on looks solid enough, but if something happens it can drop right out from under you. Β β β¨1158β© β So once you're dead there's just nothing? β β¨1159β© β If only I could fall sound asleep and wake up in my old reality. β β¨1160β© β Is action merely the incidental product of thought, or is thought the consequential product of action? β β¨1161β© β Nobody can shake off their own shadow. β β¨1162β© β The silence is so deep it hurts. β β¨1163β© β I may not look it, but I can be a very patient guy. β β¨1164β© β Killing time is one of my specialities. β β¨1165β© β You can't fight it. β β¨1166β© β Tell me something,βdo you believe in reincarnation? β β¨1167β© β I canβt understand nothingness. I canβt understand it and I canβt imagine it. β β¨1168β© β I can hardly breathe, and my whole body wants to shrink into a corner. Β β β¨1169β© β I do have a few things wrong with me, but those are strictly problems I keep inside. β β¨1170β© β I can't take it any more, I can't go on any more. β β¨1171β© β You don't really have it together. β β¨1172β© β Is it against the law for me to know it? β β¨1173β© β I keep having the same dream. β β¨1174β© β Are you asking because you really want an answer? β β¨1175β© β I hate this! I don't want to be changed this way! β β¨1176β© β No contradictions, no irony. They do everything according to numerical formulas. β β¨1177β© β Want to hear the rest? If youβre not interested, I can stop. β β¨1178β© β If I didnβt have these memories inside me, I wouldβve snapped a long time ago. I wouldβve curled up in a ditch somewhere and died. β β¨1179β© β I donβt know what youβre feeling. I wonβt even pretend. β β¨1180β© β What are you doing here, honey? β β¨1181β© β You're not even old enough to know how bad life gets. β β¨1182β© β You don't understand me. β β¨1183β© β All wisdom ends in paradox. β β¨1184β© β It is love that overthrows empire. Love that binds two hearts together, come hellfire & brimstone. β β¨1185β© β I have lost my gift. β β¨1186β© β Winter is the season of alcoholism and despair. β β¨1187β© β The seeds of death get lost in the mess that God made us. β β¨1188β© β They're just memories now. Itβs time to forget. β β¨1189β© β The time has to be right and the heart willing. β β¨1190β© β The world, a tired performer, offers us another half-assed season. β β¨1191β© β Capitalism has resulted in material well-being but spiritual bankruptcy. β β¨1192β© β Grief is natural, overcoming it is a matter of choice. β β¨1193β© β I want out of that decorating scheme. β β¨1194β© β With most people suicide is like Russian roulette. Only one chamber has a bullet. β β¨1195β© β You never get over it but you get where it doesn't bother you so much. β β¨1196β© β Don't waste your time on life. β β¨1197β© β I'm a teenager. I've got problems! β β¨1198β© β Adolescents tend to seek love where they can find it. β β¨1199β© β Obviously, you've never been a thirteen-year-old girl. β β¨1200β© β It was a mistake. β β¨1201β© β It seemed like we were supposed to feel sorry for everything that ever happened, ever. β β¨1202β© β Buffeted but not broken. β β¨1203β© β Shit. What have kids got to be worried about now? β β¨1204β© β If they want trouble, they should go live in Bangladesh. β β¨1205β© β I can't wait until I get out of here. β β¨1206β© β When she jumped she probably thought sheβd fly. β β¨1207β© β I do not think the patient truly meant to end her life. Her act was a cry for help. β β¨1208β© β You're a stone fox. β β¨1209β© β It was love at first sight, at last sight, at ever and ever sight. β β¨1210β© β Light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. β β¨1211β© β He broke my heart. You merely broke my life. β β¨1212β© β I'm sorry to have deceived you so much, but that's how life is. β β¨1213β© β Words without experience are meaningless. β β¨1214β© β I loved you. I was a monster, but I loved you. β β¨1215β© β Come just as you are. β β¨1216β© β If a violin string could ache, i would be that string. β β¨1217β© β Perhaps, somewhere, some day, at a less miserable time, we may see each other again. β β¨1218β© β What's so dreadful about dying is that you are completely on your own. β β¨1219β© β Don't touch me; I'll die if you touch me. β β¨1220β© β You took advantage of my disadvantage. β β¨1221β© β I walk in a maze I cannot get out of. β β¨1222β© β Life is just one small piece of light between two eternal darknesses. β β¨1223β© β Imagine me; I shall not exist if you do not imagine me. β β¨1224β© β There is no harm in smiling. β β¨1225β© β There is no point in staying here. There is no point in staying anywhere. β β¨1226β© β There is nothing more atrociously cruel than an adored child. β β¨1227β© β I am so tired of being cynical. β β¨1228β© β Come to live with me, and die with me, and everything with me. β β¨1229β© β This is the only immortality that you and I may share. β β¨1230β© β I loved her more than anything I had ever seen or imagined on earth, or hoped for anywhere else. β β¨1231β© β I was despicable and brutal, and turpid, and everything, mais je tβaimais, je tβaimais! β β¨1232β© β Years of secret suffering has taught me superhuman self-control. β β¨1233β© β Solitude is corrupting me. I need company and care. β β¨1234β© β I've missed you terribly. β β¨1235β© β I've been revoltingly unfaithful to you. β β¨1236β© β It doesn't matter a bit, because you've stopped caring anyway. β β¨1237β© β What makes you say I've stopped caring for you? β β¨1238β© β Nowadays you have to be a scientist if you want to be a killer. β β¨1239β© β The sun climbs high in the sky, then starts down. People come, then go. β β¨1240β© β Tell me, have you ever thought of killing me? β β¨1241β© β I can not believe you are the same human being. β β¨1242β© β Just how urgent is it? β β¨1243β© β It is time for you to be going. β β¨1244β© β How is it you know something like that? β β¨1245β© β I donβt mind. Your mess is my mess. β β¨1246β© β Everybody has one thing they do not want to lose. β β¨1247β© β Iβll be late tonight, so donβt wait up for me. β β¨1248β© β Nothing Iβve tried to do by myself has ever come off. β β¨1249β© β I am not catching you in the middle of anything important, am I? β β¨1250β© β Some things are forgotten, some things disappear, some things die. β β¨1251β© β My biggest fault is that the faults I was born with grow bigger each year. β β¨1252β© β To get irritated is to lose our way in life. β β¨1253β© β A friend to kill time is a friend sublime. β β¨1254β© β I don't really know if it's the right thing to do. β β¨1255β© β Faster cars and more cats run over? Who needs it? β β¨1256β© β Most of everything you think you know about me is nothing more than memories. β β¨1257β© β Your fate is and will always be the fate of a dreamer. β β¨1258β© β Youβre loads better than you think you are. β β¨1259β© β Youβre only half-living, the other half is still untapped somewhere. β β¨1260β© β The song is over. But the melody lingers on. β β¨1261β© β You are extraordinary. β β¨1262β© β We tend to fool ourselves into thinking that time is our size, but it really goes on and on. β β¨1263β© β It could be five years or ten years or one month. It's all the same. β β¨1264β© β Iβm forever realising things too late. β β¨1265β© β Iβm not complaining when I say my life is boring. β β¨1266β© β Weakness is something that rots in the body. β β¨1267β© β Coming from your mouth, it has the ring of truth, but I doubt anyone would believe me if I told them. β β¨1268β© β You can't expect something unreal to last anyway, can you? β β¨1269β© β A wise man does not step betwixt the beast and his meat. β β¨1270β© β So, kill me. Tell the others I attacked you so you killed me. β β¨1271β© β Should never have come here. β β¨1272β© β Hard to guess my tastes. β β¨1273β© β Canβt it wait until the morning? β β¨1274β© β Youβll find temper tantrums wonβt help you here. β β¨1275β© β It must have taken courage to return. β β¨1276β© β It all sounds grimly dystopian. β β¨1277β© β I am not afraid of you! β β¨1278β© β All this could be avoided! β β¨1279β© β You consider me a murderer? β β¨1280β© β Gross way to die. β β¨1281β© β What sparks wars? The will to power, the backbone of human nature. β β¨1282β© β My life amounts to no more than one drop in a limitless ocean. Yet what is any ocean, but a multitude of drops? β β¨1283β© β Our lives are not our own. We are bound to others. β β¨1284β© β I believe there is another world waiting for us. A better world. And I'll be waiting for you there. β β¨1285β© β You are allowed to feel messed up and inside out. It doesn't mean you're defective - it just means you're human. β β¨1286β© β Power, time, gravity, love. The forces that really kick ass are all invisible. β β¨1287β© β Unlimited power in the hands of limited people always leads to cruelty. β β¨1288β© β Truth is singular. Its 'versions' are mistruths. β β¨1289β© β Dreams are all I have ever truly owned. β β¨1290β© β Your version of the truth is the only thing that matters. β β¨1291β© β I believe death is only a door. One closes, and another opens. β β¨1292β© β By each crime and every kindness, we birth our future. β β¨1293β© β The healthy can't understand the emptied, the broken. β β¨1294β© β Lying's wrong, but when the world spins backwards, a small wrong may be a big right. β β¨1295β© β The weak are meat the strong do eat. β β¨1296β© β Do whatever you can't not do. β β¨1297β© β What precipitates outcomes? Vicious acts & virtuous acts. β β¨1298β© β I remain thankful to God for all his mercies. β β¨1299β© β You can maintain power over people, as long as you give them something. Rob a man of everything, and that man will no longer be in your power. β β¨1300β© β Power. The ability to determine another man's luck. β β¨1301β© β Pain is strong, aye - but friends' eyes, more strong. β β¨1302β© β Perhaps those deprived of beauty perceive it most instinctively. β β¨1303β© β Why ask a question whose answer would demand ten more questions? β β¨1304β© β You canβt lie to your soul. β β¨1305β© β Why would I want to do a thing like that? β β¨1306β© β We start off with high hopes, then we bottle it. β β¨1307β© β Better to make life as complete and enjoyable an experience as possible, in case death is shite, which I suspect it will be. β β¨1308β© β Iβm not running away, Iβm moving on. β β¨1309β© β The reasons? There are no reasons. β β¨1310β© β Some people are easier to love when you donβt have to be around them. β β¨1311β© β Love does not exist. β β¨1312β© β Fuck that βregretsβ bullshit. β β¨1313β© β How does it make you feel? β β¨1314β© β Itβs horrible how we always die alone, but no worse than living alone. β β¨1315β© β Choose us. Choose life. β β¨1316β© β You fucking knew that fucking cunt would fuck some cunt. β β¨1317β© β Iβm more of a warrior than youβll ever be. β β¨1318β© β What does that make us? The lowest of the low, the scum of the earth. β β¨1319β© β You donβt have to run away. Β β β¨1320β© β I tried to stop because it was only causing pain. I couldnβt. β β¨1321β© β Iβm not going to get crushed. β β¨1322β© β I love doubt in a woman. Itβs nearly as sexy as determination. β β¨1323β© β Take your best orgasm, multiply the feeling by twenty. β β¨1324β© β Youβre a mess. β β¨1325β© β I know that itβs never left you alone. β β¨1326β© β Are you asking me or telling me? β β¨1327β© β You just get used to all the shit. β β¨1328β© β You canβt afford a conscience in this life. β β¨1329β© β None of us are saints and scapegoats are always handy. β β¨1330β© β Doing things doesnβt hurt you; you get hurt by avoiding them. β β¨1331β© β What was that? β β¨1332β© β Protect me from those who wish to help us. β β¨1333β© β You canβt love yourself if you want to hurt things like that. β β¨1334β© β What happens when people open their hearts? β β¨1335β© β Nobody likes being alone that much. β β¨1336β© β I donβt go out of my way to make friends, thatβs all. It just leads to disappointment.β β¨1337β© β Donβt feel sorry for yourself. Only assholes do that. β β¨1338β© β You need to grab whatever chance you have of happiness where you find it, and not worry about other people too much. β β¨1339β© β I want you always to remember me. β β¨1340β© β Despite your best efforts, people are going to be hurt when itβs time for them to be hurt. β β¨1341β© β What stays in your heart will stay; keep them, and what vanishes will vanish. β β¨1342β© β All I want in this world is you. β β¨1343β© β I want the two of us to begin everything from the beginning. β β¨1344β© β No truth can cure the sorrow we feel from losing a loved one. β β¨1345β© β What a terrible thing it is to wound someone you really care for and to do it so unconsciously. β β¨1346β© β If youβre in pitch blackness, all you can do is sit tight until your eyes get used to the dark. β β¨1347β© β Iβve had enough hurt already in my life. More than enough. Now I want to be happy. β β¨1348β© β People leave strange little memories of themselves behind when they die. β β¨1349β© β Stop eating yourself up alive. Things will go where theyβre supposed to go if you just let them take their natural course. β β¨1350β© β When your feelings build up and harden and die inside, then youβre in big trouble. β β¨1351β© β When you fall in love, the natural thing to do is give yourself to it. β β¨1352β© β If I have left a wound inside you, it is not just your wound but mine as well. β β¨1353β© β Hey, what is it with you? Why are you so spaced out? You still havenβt answered me. β β¨1354β© β People are strange when youβre a stranger. β β¨1355β© β The dead will always be dead, but we have to go on living. β β¨1356β© β You donβt get it, do you? β β¨1357β© β I am a flawed human being - a far more flawed human being than you β¨1358β© realise. β β¨1359β© β At least let me know whether or not I hurt you. β β¨1360β© β All of us are imperfect human beings living in an imperfect world. β β¨1361β© β Iβve never once thought about how I was going to die. β β¨1362β© β So Iβm not crazy after all! β β¨1363β© β I miss you terribly sometimes, but in general I go on living with all the energy I can muster. β β¨1364β© β Will you wait for me forever? β β¨1365β© β I donβt want our relationship to end like this. β β¨1366β© β When am I going to be able to talk to you? I want you to tell me that much, at least. β β¨1367β© β It hurts not being able to see you. β β¨1368β© β Iβm not totally mad at you. Iβm just sad. β β¨1369β© β The world is an inherently unfair place. β β¨1370β© β Life frightens me sometimes. I donβt happen to take that as the premise for everything else though. β β¨1371β© β Iβm a real bargain, donβt you think? If you donβt take me, Iβll end up going somewhere else. β β¨1372β© β Weβre all kind of weird and twisted and drowning. β β¨1373β© β Donβt you think it would be wonderful to get rid of everything and everybody and just go some place where you donβt know a soul? β β¨1374β© β Youβre not telling me anything I donβt know already. β β¨1375β© β He who controls the past controls the future. He who controls the present controls the past. β β¨1376β© β If you want to keep a secret, you must also hide it from yourself. β β¨1377β© β We shall meet in the place where there is no darkness. β β¨1378β© β Until they become conscious they will never rebel. β β¨1379β© β Power is not a means; it is an end. β β¨1380β© β They are not interested in the good of others; they are interested solely in power, pure power. β β¨1381β© β Now you begin to understand me. β β¨1382β© β In the face of pain there are no heroes. β β¨1383β© β Big Brother is watching you. β β¨1384β© β Power is tearing human minds to pieces and putting them together again in new shapes of your own choosing. β β¨1385β© β Itβs a beautiful thing, the destruction of words. β β¨1386β© β The choice for mankind lies between freedom and happiness and for the great bulk of mankind, happiness is better. β β¨1387β© β Your mind appeals to me. It resembles my own mind. β β¨1388β© β Reality exists in the human mind, and nowhere else. β β¨1389β© β We do not merely destroy our enemies; we change them. β β¨1390β© β How can I help it? How can I help but see what is in front of my eyes? β β¨1391β© β You must try harder. β β¨1392β© β Confession is not betrayal. β β¨1393β© β What you say or do doesnβt matter; only feelings matter. β β¨1394β© β If they could make me stop loving you β- that would be the real betrayal. β β¨1395β© β Of pain you can wish only one thing: that it should stop. β β¨1396β© β To die hating them, that will be freedom. β β¨1397β© β No one ever seizes power with the intention of relinquishing it. β β¨1398β© β What can you do against the lunatic who is more intelligent than yourself? β β¨1399β© β To keep them in control is not difficult. β β¨1400β© β So long as they are not permitted to have standards of comparison, they never even become aware that they are oppressed. β β¨1401β© β The consequences of every act are included in the act itself. β β¨1402β© β The essential act of war is destruction, not necessarily of human lives, but of the products of human labour. β β¨1403β© β Stupidity is as necessary as intelligence, and as difficult to attain. β β¨1404β© β I hate purity, I hate goodness! I donβt want virtue to exist anywhere. I want everyone to be corrupt to the bones. β β¨1405β© β The past is dead, the future is unimaginable. β β¨1406β© β You know the answer already. Everyone knows it. β β¨1407β© β You donβt give a damn what they suffer. All you care is yourself. β β¨1408β© β It is not easy to become sane. β β¨1409β© β No emotion is pure anymore, because everything is mixed up with fear and hatred. β β¨1410β© β They say that time heals all things β- they say you can always forget. β β¨1411β© β The object of waging a war is always to be in a better position in which to wage another war. β β¨1412β© β I sold you and you sold me. β β¨1413β© β You do not exist. β β¨1414β© β How does one man assert his power over another? By making him suffer. β β¨1415β© β Obedience is not enough. Unless he is suffering, how can you be sure that he is obeying your will and not his own? β β¨1416β© β Everything else we shall destroy β everything. β β¨1417β© β Two and two makes five. β β¨1418β© β Facts, at any rate, can not be kept hidden. β β¨1419β© β The past is whatever the records and the memories agree upon. β β¨1420β© β So long as human beings stay human, death and life are the same thing. β β¨1421β© β If both the past and the external world exist only in the mind, and if the mind itself is controllableβwhat then? β β¨1422β© β The lie became the truth. β β¨1423β© β It is like swimming against a current that sweeps you backwards however hard you struggle. β β¨1424β© β Turn round and go with the current instead of opposing it. β β¨1425β© β Itβs only after weβve lost everything that weβre free to do anything. β β¨1426β© β I donβt want to die without any scars. β β¨1427β© β This is your life and itβs ending one moment at a time. β β¨1428β© β You know how they say you only hurt the ones you love? Well, it works both ways. β β¨1429β© β You are not your job, youβre not how much money you have in the bank. You are not the car you drive. Youβre not the contents of your wallet. β β¨1430β© β You are not special. β β¨1431β© β Youβre not a beautiful and unique snowflake. Youβre the same decaying organic matter as everything else. β β¨1432β© β The things you used to own, now they own you. β β¨1433β© β Today is the sort of day where the sun only comes up to humiliate you. β β¨1434β© β Maybe we have to break everything to make something better out of ourselves. β β¨1435β© β Only after disaster can we be resurrected. β β¨1436β© β Everything is evolving, everything is falling apart. β β¨1437β© β Weβve all been raised believe that one day weβd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we wonβt. β β¨1438β© β Donβt you have other things to do? β β¨1439β© β Prove youβre alive. If you donβt claim your humanity you will become a statistic. β β¨1440β© β You have been warned. β β¨1441β© β If you donβt know what you want, you end up with a lot you donβt. β β¨1442β© β Itβs not love or anything, but I think I like you, too. β β¨1443β© β If I could wake up in a different place, at a different time, could I wake up as a different person? β β¨1444β© β Why did I cause so much pain? β β¨1445β© β The lower you fall, the higher youβll fly. β β¨1446β© β Maybe self-improvement isnβt the answer, maybe self-destruction is the answer. β β¨1447β© β May I never be complete. May I never be content. May I never be perfect. β β¨1448β© β Everyone smiles with that invisible gun to their head. β β¨1449β© β We are not special. We are not crap or trash, either. We just are. We just are, and what happens just happens. β β¨1450β© β The girl is infectious human waste. β β¨1451β© β I want to destroy everything beautiful Iβll never have. β β¨1452β© β On a long enough time line, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero. β β¨1453β© β If you could be either Godβs worst enemy or nothing, which would you choose? β β¨1454β© β It is like youβre never really awake; but youβre never really asleep. β β¨1455β© β Worker bees can leave. Even drones can fly away. The Queen is their slave. β β¨1456β© β A moment is the most you could ever expect from perfection. β β¨1457β© β The people youβre trying to step on, weβre everyone you depend on. β β¨1458β© β You have to give up! β β¨1459β© β Reject the basic assumptions of civilisation, especially the importance of material possessions. β β¨1460β© β Without pain, without sacrifice we would have nothing. β β¨1461β© β You have to realise that someday you will die, Until you know that, you are useless. β β¨1462β© β A tiger can smile. A snake will say it loves you. β β¨1463β© β Lies make us evil. β β¨1464β© β If you died right now, how would you feel about your life? β β¨1465β© β You always kill the one you love. β β¨1466β© β Maybe we should always assume the worst. β β¨1467β© β Put a gun to my head and paint the wall with my brains. β β¨1468β© β Which is worse? Hell or nothing? β β¨1469β© β A minute of perfection is worth the effort. β β¨1470β© β Youβre going to die, tonight. You might die in one second or in one hour, you decide. β β¨1471β© β Lie to me. Tell me the first thing off the top of your head. Make something up. β β¨1472β© β I donβt give a shit. I have a gun. β β¨1473β© β I know who you are. I know where you live. β β¨1474β© β Tomorrow will be the most beautiful day of your life. β β¨1475β© β My philosophy of life is that I can die at any moment. And the tragedy of my life is that I do not. β β¨1476β© β Everything is so far away, a copy of a copy of a copy. You canβt touch anything and nothing can touch you. β β¨1477β© β There are a lot of things we donβt want to know about the people we love. β β¨1478β© β We just had a near-life experience. β β¨1479β© β If people think you are dying, they give you their full attention. They listen instead of just waiting for their turn to speak. β β¨1480β© β I am nothing, and not even that. β β¨1481β© β This isnβt really death. β- Weβll be legends. We wonβt grow old. β β¨1482β© β Stop trying to control everything and just let go. Let go. β β¨1483β© β The amazing miracle of death, when one second youβre walking and talking, and the next second youβre an object. β β¨1484β© β Only if weβre caught and punished can we be saved. β β¨1485β© β I never thought about how important the sky was until I didn't have one. β β¨1486β© β Dreams are like that: they go in and out of memories and scenes, but they're never real. They're never real, and I hate them because they aren't. β β¨1487β© β Power isnβt control at all β power is strength, and giving that strength to others. β β¨1488β© β A leader isnβt someone who forces others to make him stronger. β β¨1489β© β A leader is someone willing to give his strength to others that they may have the strength to stand on their own. β β¨1490β© β In the end, we are alone. β β¨1491β© β It is like a piece of my soul is lost, empty. β β¨1492β© β If my life on Earth must end, let it end with a promise. Let it end with hope. β β¨1493β© β Sorry? Sorry isn't enough. β β¨1494β© β Every single thing I ever loved is beyond my reach now. Everything I ever wanted. Everything I ever was. β β¨1495β© β Will you stay with me? β β¨1496β© β A leader doesn't make pawns - he makes people. β β¨1497β© β Do you hear that? The pulse of life from your heart, the slow in-and-out from your lungs? Even when you are silent, even when you block out all noise, your body is still a cacophony of life. Mine is not. β β¨1498β© β It is the silence that drives me mad. The silence that drives the nightmares to me. β β¨1499β© β There is nothing between us but rain. There is nothing between us at all. β β¨1500β© β I like a little chaos. β
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Eyelash Curler
Pairing: Chris Evans x reader
Prompt: Chris goes through your makeup and does something he immediately regrets.
Warning: none
A/n: This randomly came to me, no I have no idea why.
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You were watching a movie in the living room, the house was quiet on this Sunday afternoon. There was a nice warm hue from the sun that peaked through the curtains and the blankets you were bundled up in made you feel relaxed and cozy. Dodger was sat on the couch with you, his head resting on your ankles.
Suddenly a high pitched scream echoed throughout the house. Your head snapped towards the direction of the scream. Dodger immediately getting up from his position and standing up straight, ears alert. You look at Dodger, the dog turning to look at you as well. Silence fills the house before you hear feet padding through the halls. You wriggle yourself out of the blanket youβve been wrapped in and sit up.
Chris emerges from around the corner, eyes wide and red faced. He looks at you expectingly and rushes to stand in front of you.
βMy eyelashes!β He cries. You look at him weirdly not knowing whatβs going on. Dodger moves to stand beside you, wanting to know about all the commotion.
βWhat about your eyelashes?β You question him, you inspect his face and his body and see that everything seemed fine. Until you saw your eyelash curler in his hand.
βChristopher, why do you have my eyelash curler?β He ignores your question and continues to cry about his eyelashes.
β(Y/n) my eyelashes are gone! Theyβre not attached to my eyelids anymore, look!β He bendsοΏΌ to shove his face closer to yours so you can get a closer look at his eye.
You move back to get a better look and he was in fact correct. There were barely any lashes left on his eyelid except for a few random strands.
βChris, justβ just why?β You ask still confused as to how he even got into this situation.
βBecause of this little shit!β He yells shaking your eyelash curler in the air in frustration. You hold a finger up at him to make him stop, which he does.
βFirst off, why do you even have my eyelash curler. Two, what made you think of even using it? You donβt even know how to work that thing and now look at you!β You motion your hand at him. Were you upset? Not really, you were just a bit annoyed that he went through your stuff. You were actually more amused than upset. Chris is a tall and muscular man yet here he was crying about his teeny tiny eyelashes.
βItβs kinda a long story.β He mumbles, squeezing between you and Dodger on the couch.
Chris flushes the toilet and tucks himself into his pants. He moved to the sink and began to wash his hands, eyes straying to look around the bathroom. He glanced at your makeup bag, a thought crosses his mind, but he ignores it. He turns the sink off and dries his hand on the towel that hangs on the wall. He looks at the makeup bag again, tempted to just open it, and take the thing heβs been so curious to try. Instead of leaving the bathroom, he peaks his head out to see if the coast is clear. He sees nothing and hears the sounds of the movie you were watching in the living room.
He locks the door to the bathroom and snatches your makeup bag from the corner of the sink counter.
βWhere are ya?β He mumbles to himself as he looks through your bag. He lets out a little, βAha!β When he finds the eyelash curler.
βNow how does she do this?β He leans over the sink and tries to reenact how you curl your lashes. He gets the curler on his lashes but doesnβt press down. He adjusts his hand a few times until heβs comfortable.
βAlright.β He whispers as he clamps the curler down on his lashes. He expected it to hurt but he felt nothing. Chris scoffs at his reflection in the mirror, βThis is nothing! Iβm a fuckinβ pro at this shit.β
βNow how do I take it off? Do I pull or unclamp it?β He thought out loud. Chris thought to himself while he continued to press down on the curler. If he unclamped it, would his lashes curl? Certainly you had to pull it right? Itβs supposed to be like a curling iron, you pull the hair in order to curl it? Chris continued to debate with himself for a few more seconds until deciding that he was going to pull the curler instead of unclamping it.Β
Big mistake on his part.Β
When Chris pulled the curler away from his eye he let out a loud scream as he felt his eyelashes being ripped from his eyelid. He looked down at the lash curler in horror and saw the lashes that were just on his eyes attached to the clamp. He thought he was seeing things through his teary vision but once he leaned forward to look closer into the mirror, his lashes were actually gone.Β
βSo thatβs how I lost my eyelashes.β Chris finished after explaining his story. You looked at him, mouth agape, an amused expression on your face.Β
βWell for starters, youβre supposed to unclamp it.β You slowly explain, motioning to the curler in his hand. Chris shoots you an annoyed look, you couldnβt help the spluttering laughter that came out your mouth.
βStahp it.β He groans, his Boston accent coming out. He roughly shoves your shoulder causing you to laugh even more.Β
βWait, but that still doesnβt explain why you wanted to try it.β You managed to get out through your laughs.Β
Chris sighs before sinking down in the couch,Β βI always see you curling your lashes and I always wanted to try it cause I have long lashes. I thought they would make my lashes all pretty like yours.β He crossed his arms and stared at the floor in disappointment. You pout at him and place a hand on his thick thigh.Β
βIf you wanted to try it, why didnβt you just ask me?βΒ
βBecause itβs embarrassing.β Chris groans once again, shoving a pillow over his face.Β
βNo itβs not, Chris. I wouldnβt have mind.β You pull the pillow off him and toss it to the side.Β
βDo you want me to try curling the lashes on your other eye?β You ask, taking the curler from his hand. Chris practically throws himself to the other side of the couch, making Dodger hop off.Β
βFuck no, get that shit away from me.β His reaction makes you laugh as he tries to hold your hand away from him. The two of you wrestle on the couch, you on top of him trying to get near his eye, while he lays below you trying to stop you. The two of you laugh as you poke and tickle each other to get the other to budge.Β You finally stop and stand, grabbing your phone from the coffee table, getting ready to run. Chris lays flat on the couch, catching his breath.Β
βWait till Scott, Shanna, and Carly hear about this!β You squeal before running towards your bedroom. You hear heavy footsteps follow after you as you rush into the room and lock the door behind you.Β
β(Y/N)!β Chris yells behind the door, knocking on it repeatedly.Β
βTHIS IS WHAT YOU GET FOR GOING THROUGH MY STUFF!β You yell back.Β
Letβs just say Chris learned his lesson and never touched your makeup bag ever again.Β
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so it has finally reached the time for a new official shipping call ! i always feel awkward asking about ships. rip. iβm bad at reading people ig. so it is much easier for me to put out a shipping call. even if we have a pre-established ship, hitting the button helps let me know your still interested. because i get worried people have lost interested in me. if you are interested in shipping with me & my characters just hit π the and iβll pop into ur dms! this is open to mutuals only! honestly even if we havenβt interacted yet. it is open to everyone!
note: this is an inclusive shipping call. muses of all sexualities and gender identities are welcome! we do not discriminate here! most of my muses are bisexual. that being said, if my muse is gay please do not try to force heteroships on them.
by pressing π you are sayng you are interested in:
π me popping into your dms to plot/with plot ideas.
π being sent shippy & or nsfw memes that you reblog.
π random/surprise starters.
π dual promos.
π Β ship aesthetics.
π ship mixes (spotify playlists with cute cover art).
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summary: you made taeilβs undead heart soar and he was absolutely addicted to the feeling.
pairing(s): yandere!zombie!moon taeil x reader | kim doyoung x reader
warning(s): swearing, obsessive behaviour, mentions of blood, gore (kind of..?), minor character death, cannibalism, non con (taeil forcefully kisses the reader)
word count: 2.6k words
a/n: this is pretty heavy stuff so if any of the aforementioned content triggers you, do not read. please note that I do not condone taeilβs behaviour and that this is purely a work of fiction. my fic is not an accurate representation of taeilβs actual personality.Β
part of @127-mileβs addiction collab
emotions were as foreign to moon taeil as brains and human flesh once were. while he doesnβt mind either of them, they were just very hard to come by. that changed when he got a job at the qian familyβs mortuary, courtesy of qian kun, a mutual friend. johnny had already explained taeilβs special situation to kun, who agreed to give taeil access to the bodies so long as he worked as kunβs assistant. it was an excellent arrangement for both men - taeil could finally eat some proper food while kun finally had help. for obvious reasons, not many people were willing to work at a morgue, especially for such low wages.
taeil managed to ease himself into a routine of work, brains, sleep then repeat. while many people would eventually go insane from being constantly surrounded by cold, still bodies, taeil couldnβt care less. a zombie couldnβt ask for a better arrangement. while he did not experience emotions, he still felt a semblance of peace.
at least, that was before you showed up, completely unannounced. of course, your arrival wasnβt completely random, kun did warn taeil that his cousin was coming home after getting their phd, but you werenβt what taeil expected. he had this mental image of you being stoic and reserved. he thought youβd briefly acknowledge him with a slight nod while visiting your cousin and that would be it. imagine his surprise when he came to work and was greeted by a smile brighter than the sun. you were like the human embodiment of a meadow of flowers in the summer - warm, wonderful and welcoming. hell, you even smelled like flowers.
suddenly, his daily routine was ruined.Β
most mornings, you would meet him at the mortuary, looking as fresh as a daisy, and hand him an equally fresh box of baked goods from the bakery next to your clinic. if it was a slow morning, and it usually was, you would make small talk with him while kun went over the dayβs plans in his office. he began to cherish those morning conversations with you and his undead heart would sink when the clock struck nine and it was time for you to hug him and kun goodbye. from then on, he was usually in a sour mood for the rest of the day, not humouring the silly jokes kun made as they worked. he would get off work with a dull ache in his heart if you werenβt there to pick kun up or offer to take them out for drinks.
this abrupt change frightened taeil more than anything. why was he suddenly experiencing these strange feelings? he hated it. every day, he was going through a rollercoaster of emotions that would be decided by whether or not he saw his bossβ cousin. it was so absurd. in the past five years of him being a zombie, he hadnβt felt such extreme emotions before. they all felt so...so human.
when he consulted johnny about these strange occurrences, his friend began to howl with laughter, βdude, itβs so obvious!βΒ
taeil glared at johnny, βcare to explain what exactly is so obvious?β
βyou like y/n. why else would you be constantly pining for them?βΒ
taeil scoffed. johnny must have smoked something because there was no way he liked you. at best, he had known you for three months and it isnβt like you regularly spent time together. plus, you were related to his boss. johnny had no idea what he was talking about, he was full of shit.
βthatβs bullshit. I donβt buy it,β taeil shook his head, leaning back in his chair.
βno I swear, itβs true! we drove past this factory and they were just beheading these chickens out in the open,β you sighed. βanyway, the sight was so sickening, Iβve never looked at meat the same way since.β
βyet you decided to be a thoracic surgeon.β
you shrugged, βyeah but operating on people and eating meat are two different things. I donβt mind looking at flesh and blood but the thought of eating any makes me sick.β
taeil silently thanked you as you made that statement. ever since johnny had suggested that taeil liked you, heβd been searching for reasons not to like you. and of course, thereβs no way he could like you if you were a vegetarian. you would be absolutely disgusted if you knew what his main diet consisted of. yet, every now and then, he felt his mind drifting away to a different mental list - a list of the things he liked about you.
he liked how you would come up with the most absurd conversation starters, just to make him crack a smile. he liked how your hugs were warm and comfortable. he was even beginning to like the fuzzy feeling that would envelop his heart whenever he was around you. you made him giddy and lovesick and eventually, he didnβt mind anymore. being around you all the time forced him to accept that he had very strong feelings for you. in fact, he was certain that even as a human, he had never had feelings this intense. there was just something special about you that had him feeling some sort of way. normally, he would have been afraid of how you controlled your heart but now? he was in too deep to care.
he decided it was better for him to just accept the fact that he loved you. why try to fight it? it was highly unlikely that he would feel this way about anyone ever again. he had to hold onto you, he would be insane to let you go.Β
finally, he plucked up the courage to confess to you. he was falling for you more and more every single day, and not being with you was slowly killing him. he decided to surprise you at the clinic where you worked with a bouquet of your favourite flowers. he planned to treat you to lunch at a romantic cafΓ© then confess to you while walking you back to the clinic. he had rehearsed the little speech he wanted to give over twenty times with johnny, who repeatedly assured him that everything would go well.Β
it did not go well.
taeil was greeted by a unpleasant surprise when he reached the entrance of the clinic. there you stood, his beloved y/n, in another manβs arms. taeil watched, horrified, as the man placed a soft kiss on your lips. you looked so happy with him and it broke taeilβs heart. he felt awful as he watched you smile at the man. that same wonderful smile that he wished was for his eyes only. it felt like a cruel joke to have your laughter fill his ears as tears pricked his eyes. taeil was glad that nobody was paying attention to him as hot tears stained his cheeks. he couldnβt have gotten away sooner, pushing past the people on the street to go home.Β
he quickly texted an excuse to kun about how he felt sick and would be gone for the rest of the day. it wasnβt exactly a lie - he did feel sick and every time he thought about you and the stranger, it only got worse. he ripped up the bouquet and the plastic that had been wrapped around their stems, screaming as he did it. pain bled into fury as he destroyed the beautiful flowers. he was unbelievably angry and wouldnβt stop until every last petal had been snatched from the base and scattered on the floor. he was blinded by rage as he made a mess of his apartment floor. finally, the bouquet had been completely ripped apart and tears cleared taeilβs vision.
he dropped to the floor, feeling miserable as he stared at the mess, tears streaking down his face. he loved you so much, but someone had stolen you away. how dare that asshole? you were supposed to be taeilβs, how could he just come between the two of you like that? how incredibly selfish of him. taeil had to get rid of him, as soon as possible. the more time you spend with that jerk, the more heβll ruin you. taeil scowled at the memory of the two of you kissing. he will pay.
Β it was decided. taeil was going to make you his, one way or another. whether you liked it or not.
βI hate this, taeil.β
taeil nodded, feigning sympathy as you pouted and continued to complain, βdoyoungβs been so busy the past week that he hasnβt been able to call me even once. he just sends brief textsβ¦ I really miss him.β
βthat sucks, y/n, but you know, itβs a very demanding job.β
βyeah I knowβ¦but would it kill him to at least call to say good night?β you sighed, sipping your tea. βwhatever. thank you so much for listening to my rant, taeil, I really appreciate it. youβre an awesome friend.β
the word stung, but taeil tried not to show it as he smiled and promised you that he didnβt mind. which was half true. taeil could never get tired of listening to you talk about any topic but one - kim doyoung, your boyfriend. it didnβt really matter, though. soon, taeil would make sure that you would forget all about that piece of shit. soon, moon taeil would be the only thing on your mind, just like how you were the only thing on his min
but first he had to punish you. you deserved it. if you hadnβt gone and dated another man, he wouldnβt have considered such a thing. you needed to be disciplined. you belonged to taeil and he was going to make sure that you remembered that fact. so he sat there in front of you, politely nodding as you vented about your boyfriend, and tried to think of a suitable punishment.
βI know Iβm complaining about him a lot, but I really like doyoung,β you laughed. βeven though he took me to a barbecue place for our first date.β
thatβs when a lightbulb went off in taeilβs brain.
for someone who couldnβt survive without eating brains, taeil sure was an idiot. somehow, heβd gotten roped into a dinner date with you, doyoung and doyoungβs sister, jisoo. at least he managed to convince you to let him host the dinner at his apartment, insisting that he wanted to make a good first impression on jisoo. youβd wiggled your eyebrows and teased him about it but he knew, deep down, setting him up with someone else was hurting you. but you wouldnβt have to worry about hiding your feelings for much longer - taeil would soon relieve you of your misery. ideally of course, he wouldnβt want to start off your relationship with a double date with other people. not to mention your little punishment, but hey, all relationships have their ups and downs.
now if he could just get that pesky little jisoo out of the way.
after briefly stalking doyoungβs instagram account, taeil managed to find jisooβs account and figured out where she worked. getting her to stay away was easier than he thought it would be. all he had to do was press a small knife against her neck and she was begging for him to leave her alone. he left her trembling in the alley behind her office, with her tears stinging the small cut that ran down the side of her cheek. he wasnβt worried about her telling her brother since thatβs who heβd be visiting next.
he had to say, out of all the humans heβd made dishes out of, doyoung was certainly the best. probably because his meat was actually fresh, but you really seemed to enjoy him as well.
βgod taeil, your spaghetti is wonderful. I canβt believe doyoung and jisoo are missing out,β you nearly moaned as you devoured your dinner. βthese are the best vegan meatballs Iβve ever had. seriously, howβd you make this?β
taeil shrugged, βI used a pretty basic recipe, although I did use something extra special for those meatballs.β
βwould you mind sharing what that special thing is, master moon?β
taeilβs smile dropped, his expression completely serious now. you didnβt think much of it, taeil was probably just being dramatic. however his tone as he spoke his next sentence sent a chill down your spine.
βenough dilly-dallying. tell me, sweetheart, did you really think you could get away with dating another man?β
you were too stunned to speak, what the fuck did he just say?
βwoah, donβt get shy now. did you seriously think you could go be someone else's whore and I wouldnβt get mad?β
βtaeil, what on earth are you talking about?β
you looked like a scared and helpless little rabbit and taeil would be lying if he said that didnβt make him feel some type of way. taeilβs predatory gaze burned into your eyes, ensnaring you and refusing to let go. you were confused. why was taeil behaving like this? why was he so angry with you? but you were certain about one thing: tonight was not going to end well for you.Β
with a gentle voice, you tried to calm him down so the two of you could have a rational conversation but taeil wasnβt having any of it. he grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you up to your feet, stepping away from the dining table and pulling you close till your chest brushed against his. suddenly, his steely gaze slightly softened.
βy/n, my love, I hope you know that I didnβt want to do this to you, but you left me no choice. you forced my hand.β
tears were beginning to well up in your eyes. taeil was getting frustrated. you knew exactly what he was talking about yet you were acting as though taeil was speaking in cryptic messages. taeil noticed your tears and tsked, cupping your cheeks. there was no point in you crying now. the deed was done. taeil was hoping youβd learnt your lesson so the two of you could move past this.
βdonβt cry, sweetheart. at least, not until you know what I did.β
βbut taeil, I donβt even know what Iβve done,β you sniffed lightly.
βdarling, I love you. and I know you love me too, you donβt need to say it. but why did you have to go and date doyoung? do you know how much that hurt me?β
you shook your head, βtaeil, I really didnβt know how you felt. but Iβm sorry, I donβt feel the same way.β
taeil glared and tightened his grip on your jaw, βfucking lies! that dickhead doyoung has brainwashed you. oh my precious y/n, I feel so awful for punishing you the way I did, but how else will I fix you?β
βwhat do you mean?β you asked, afraid of the answer he was going to give you.
βthose vegan meatballs, darling. although I suppose the term βdoyoung meatballsβ would be more accurate.β
your beautiful features were twisted into a look of pure horror as realisation dawned upon you. taeil couldnβt help but let his lips form a maniacal grin. he was rather proud, even if he did say so himself. doyoung would never be a problem ever again. nor would anyone else be, for that matter. taeil knew that you were his good, obedient little y/n. you wouldnβt dare to hurt him ever again. satisfied, he leaned in and forced you into a kiss. you were too shocked to fight back.
as he pulled away, he pushed the hair out of your face.
βremember to behave yourself, darling.β
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PART 3 | previously: part 2 | masterlist
pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x fem! reader
ratings/warnings: swearing, fighting
synopsis: When UAβs hot heads, Katsuki Bakugou and you, are forced to put your hatred for each other aside and plan the third year Prom, things end up getting a little heated...
a/n: hello friends, i hope you all are doing well<3 taglist is open so just lmk if youβd like to be added :)) enjoy xx
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three: sorry
You sat through the rest of class, watching your classmates battle each other. You wrapped up the cut on your arm and you were good to go. When the school day was finally finished, you headed back to your dorm and changed out of your uniform and into something more comfortable. You began to head down to the basement when you came across Todoroki.
βHey Shoto, sorry about that,β you said nervously, pointing to the bandaid on his cheek.
βDonβt worry about it. You put up a good fight and looks like I got you too ,β he replied.
βBarely. You better beat me next time,β you smiled. He nodded.
βDonβt worry, I will.β You and Shoto parted your ways and you went down to the basement. The door was propped open. Bakugou was flipping through the folder that Aizawa had given you both.
βHeyβ¦β you said. He didnβt look at you.
βSo uh, how should we split up the work?β You asked. He still ignored you. Getting annoyed at this point, you snatched the folder from him.
βHEY-β
βListen, you were the one who said you wanted to split up the work for this fucking dance so we have to talk in order to have that happen. Whatβs going on? You seem more pissed off than usual,β you complained. Bakugou looked at you, gritting his teeth.
βIβm fine dumbass. Just tired,β he mumbled.
βSure you are.β You grabbed a stool and sat next to Bakugou. He rolled his eyes.
βWell damn you donβt need to be that close to me,β he said. You sighed, losing your patience.
βBakugou, we both need to take a look at the papers. If I could I would be on the other side of the world to stay away from you.β
βWhatever.β
You looked down at the list of everything that needed to get done.
βOkay so for starters we should order the stuff that will take longer to get here. That would probably be decorations and stuff like that,β you said.
βWeβd need to pick a theme before we order decorations,β replied Bakugou.
βOh true. Okay um, any ideas?β You asked. Bakugou got up, walked over to a box, and pulled out 3 magazines. He sat back down.
βThe theme packs that are crossed out are ones that have already been used. The themes circled are the ones within our budget. And the ones with check marks are the themes that we could get but we would have to cut back on other stuff to pay for it,β explained Bakugou. Your eyes widened.
βDid you organize this?β
βYeah. I did it after class.β
βWoahβ¦β
βITS NOT A BIG DEAL I JUST WANT TO MAKE SURE WE DONT MAKE FOOLS OF OURSLEVES PLANING THIS DUMB DANCE!β
βOkay okay. I just didnβt think you cared.β
βI can not care and still want to do it right. Remember if we do a shit job Aizawaβs gonna fail us or something.β
I forgot about that part.
βOkay well which of them do you like best?β You asked. Bakugou opened up the second catalog and turned a few pages. He pointed to a theme.
βThis ones okay...I guess,β he whispered. You peered over at the theme, a smile creeping onto your face.
βI like that one too,β you said. Bakugou looked at you.
βReally?β
βYeah, and its within our budget, so I think itβs a good choice.β
Bakugou cleared his throat.
βCool um, Iβll grab a laptop so we can place the order.β Bakugou got up abruptly and walked upstairs.
Is he always in a hurry?
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As you waited for Bakugou to get back, you began compiling a list of the work you would need to do. You decided to take more of the creative lead and began putting together a design for the tickets. You wanted it to match the theme that you and Bakugou had chosen.
βYou can draw?β said Bakugou, peaking over your shoulder. You jumped.
βJesus shithead you canβt just scare me like that,β you said, hitting his arm. Bakugou rolled his eyes.
βI thought you were only good at one thing,β he muttered. You turned to look at him.
βAnd what might that one thing be?β
βCombat.β
βSo you admit Iβm a good fighter.β Bakugou got flustered.
βNO I'M JUST SAYING YOU DON'T TOTALLY SUCK ASS,β he replied, βIβm still better though.β
βWell I hate to break it to you Bakugou but Iβm a girl of many talents. So yes I can draw. Canβt you cook or something?β
Bakugouβs eyes widened.
βHowβd you know that?β
βI remember from the training camp. You helped cook almost every meal,β you explained.
βCan we not talk about the camp,β he whispered. Your chest got heavy.
βShit um Iβm sorry I didnβt mean to-β
βItβs fine just drop it,β he said firmly. You nodded.
βUm, did you place the order?β You asked quietly.
βWhat does it look like Iβm doing,β huffed Bakugou.
βYeah sorry.β
βWhy do you apologize so damn much?β
βI-I uh, sorry, wait no-β you stuttered out. Bakugou continued typing.
βYou should save sorryβs for when they actually matter,β he muttered. You tilted your head.
βSo they donβt always matter?β
βWell if you say the word so damn much it just becomes another useless word. Then when you actually mean it, itβs pointless,β he explained. You never really thought about it like that.
βI guess youβre right. Then Iβm totally not sorry,β you joked. Bakugou let out a small chuckle.
βOkay nerd, keep drawing your stupid ticket.β
βITS NOT STUPID!β
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You and Bakugou worked in silence for the rest of the time you spent in the basement. You checked the time.
βWeβve been down here for like 2 hours. I feel like thatβs enough for today,β you said. Bakugou looked up from his laptop.
βUh yeah. Just let me place this last order,β he said. You nodded and began to pack up your stuff.
βDo you have the keys?β You asked. Bakugou nodded and fished the keys out of his pocket. Bakugou grabbed his things.
βLetβs go dumbass,β he said. You sighed and trailed behind him as you walked up the stairs.
The two of you went back to the dorms and saw your friends socializing in the common area.
βThere you two are! We lost you after class,β said Mina, waving the two of you over.
βYeah well party planning awaits. Itβs a lot of work for just two people,β you explained, taking a seat.
βDamn right it is,β mumbled Bakugou.
βHowβs the planning going?β asked Kirishima. You looked at Bakugou and smiled.
βBakugou is having so much fun planning. He even picked the theme for the dance,β you said.
βSHUT UP-β
βWait whatβs the theme?β asked Mina excitedly.
βItβs a surprise,β you insisted.
βJust to clarify, Y/N is just shit at planning so Iβm having to do more work,β chimed in Bakugou.
βI KNOW YOU DIDNT JUST-β You stood up but before you could go over to him, Iida had grabbed your arm, stopping you from going any farther. You huffed.
βAnyway, howβs your side Deku?β You asked. Deku had a bandage around his stomach, most likely from your doing earlier during training.
βOh Iβm all good! Recovery Girl definitely knows what sheβs doing,β he smiled nervously.
βYeah well Iβm sor-, I mean uh, I hope you feel better anyway,β you replied, βyou got me pretty good too Deku, so I guess weβre even,β you joked. You lifted up part of your shirt to show the bruise that Izuku had given you from his punch from earlier.
βOH MY GOSH Y/N IβM SO SORRY!β panicked Izuku. You laughed.
βDonβt worry about it. Makes me look like a total badass,β you smiled.
βSure it does,β mumbled Bakugou. You gave him the side eye.
βWhat the hell is your problem today?β You asked, crossing your arms. Bakugou stayed silent.
βGod you are such a piece of shit,β you huffed. Bakugou stood up and walked over to you. He gripped the collar of your shirt, pulling you towards him.
βSHUT UP YOU IDIOT!β
Your blood began to boil. You kicked Bakugou in the stomach to get him to let go but his grip was so tight on you that he ripped the collar of your shirt, causing the two of you to fall to the ground. You pinned his hands down.
βTELL ME TO SHUT UP ONE MORE DAMN TIME KATSUKI! I FUCKING DARE YOU!β
βStop this at once!β ordered Iida but neither of you listened. Bakugou flipped you onto your back, almost knocking the wind out of you. He then pinned you down as well. Bakugou leaned in to look you dead in the eyes.
βShut. Up.β
That was it. That was all you needed to be pushed over the edge. You were pissed. Words couldnβt describe your hatred for Katsuki Bakugou.
βTHAT'S IT!β Before you even realized it, you were already generating a small bond to hit Bakugou with.
βY/N NO!β yelled Deku. Just as you were about to throw it at him, Kirishima had grabbed Bakugou off of you and Deku had pulled you towards him.
βBOTH OF YOU! THIS HAS TO STOP!β Shouted Iida. Your breath was heavy as you looked at Bakugou. Kirishima had let go of him but Deku still had his grip on you.
βLET ME AT HIM! I AM SO SICK OF YOU KATSUKI!β You yelled, beginning to struggle from Dekuβs arms.
βFuck off princess. Iβm going to bed,β said Bakugou, turning around and leaving.
βYOU OWE ME A NEW DAMN SHIRT!β You shouted at him but he didnβt turn to look at you.
βAnd here I thought the two of you were finally getting alongβ¦β mumbled Iida.
I thought so too.
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I am extremely slow. i do my best but my writing depends heavily on inspiration not to mention that I get distracted by all sorts of things all the time. I also tend to start avoiding my drafts pretty heavily once they reach a high number (like they are right now, RIP) IΒ΄m usually quicker with people that I talk with ooc - mostly because IΒ΄m probably plotting with them and my motivation is super high for any plots that are plotted and talked about.Β
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A Good Place To Start | Irene
Hogwarts AU | childhood friends | βYou had no idea, did you?β
Wordcount: 5,331
βJoohyun! Hi, my name is Soeun. You can come wait with us.β
βWe also have a spot left in our group.β
βI like your hair clip!β
You watched with amusement how the other first years competed for Joohyunβs attention as you were waiting for the sorting ceremony in the Great Hall to begin. You couldnβt blame them for it. She was a beautiful girl and something about her was simply addicting. No matter where she went, Joohyun never had any trouble finding new people to talk to. The only problem, however, was that she never wanted to talk to anyone. Except for you.
Therefore, you watched with even greater amusement how Joohyun dodged all the advances of the other kids with a polite smile on her lips while making her way over to you. You chuckled when you saw the discomfort on your best friends face and quickly grabbed her hand as soon as she was standing next to you. The jaws of the other students dropped in an instant as their eyes wandered to your intertwined fingers and you immediately knew what they were thinking.
What was this mesmerizing girl doing with this tiny, unremarkable kid in the front?
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Now, 5 years later, not much had changed. Maybe the reactions of the others werenβt as drastic anymore because everyone already knew that Joohyun and you always came in a double pack. Nevertheless, till this day no one really understood why. Joohyun was the most sought-after girl in school. Not only because she was beautiful, but also because a certain mysterious aura surrounded her that made everyone interested in her. You, on the other hand, were a wallflower. You werenβt particularly unpopular, but you were content with your small group of friends and didnβt long for popularity. For that reason, most people thought that you werenβt the right company for Joohyun. They thought that she should spend time with people with the same potential as her.
Therefore, you earned yourself some jealous and disapproving looks as Joohyun sat down beside you in the Great Hall for breakfast. But like always, your best friend didnβt seem to notice or chose to ignore them.
βGood morning, Y/N. Did you sleep alright?β
Joohyun greeted you with a soft smile that you reciprocated.
βMorning. Meh, I couldnβt fall asleep for a while. You wouldnβt believe what happened in the common room.β
You mumbled while chewing on your porridge. Curiously, Joohyun neglected her own breakfast to give her undivided attention to you.
βFelix asked me out for the Yule ball.β
The moment your statement left your mouth, Joohyunβs eyes widened in shock to the extent that you almost spit out your porridge in laughter.
βW-what?! Did you say yes?β
Your best friend asked, sounding almost panicked to your surprise.
βWhoa calm down. I know my looks arenβt quite stunning, but donβt act as if the fact that someone actually asked me out is that impossible.β
You pouted lightly, causing Joohyun to shake her head vigorously.
βNo, no, no. Thatβs not what I meant. You are stunning, Y/N. I-I...itβs just that I- um...I-I didnβt know that Felix was into you.β
Joohyunβs behavior was extraordinarily weird, but you chose not to address it.
βWell, I didnβt know either. But apparently he is.β
You shrugged nonchalantly, seeing from the corner of your eye that Joohyun was nervously biting her lip.
βSo...are you a couple now?β
She asked so quiet that you almost didnβt hear her, nevertheless, the question almost caused you to choke on your breakfast.
βWhat!? No, of course not! Felix is nice, but...I donβt know, I donβt like him that way. I wonβt even go to the ball with him.β
You explained quickly and it seemed like you had just told Joohyun that she won the lottery. Her face lit up in an instant and she sighed in relief. When she noticed that you were looking at her in confusion, however, she contained herself again and put a straight face on.
βUm...I think thatβs a wise decision. There is something shady about Felix...β
She mumbled, making you wonder whether Joohyun had sniffed the wrong kind of potion before breakfast or got hexed by someone. Felix and shady? He was a literal ray of sunshine and no one had ever said something negative about him. Right when you wanted to ask her what she meant by that though, Joohyun suddenly leaped to her feet.
βOh no, I forgot my Herbology book. I have to go, see you later Y/N!β
With that, Joohyun sprinted away, leaving you behind with confusion written all over your face.
What was her deal today?
Intently, you thought about whether she had told you about something that could cause her weird behavior, but before you could come up with an answer, someone patted your shoulder.
βWhatβs up?β
Jiwon asked as she sat down with the rest of your friends, including Felix who glanced at you sheepishly.
βUm...nothing, itβs just way too early for my taste.β
You lied with a smile and the others seemed to buy it. Excitedly, they started to chat about random things as they gulped down their breakfast in less than five minutes before all of you rushed to your first class of the day. During the entirety of the breakfast and on your way to the classroom, however, you didnβt engage in the conversation as you were deep in thought, thinking about Joohyun until a light tug on your sleeve brought you back to the real world. Confused you turned around and saw Felix smiling at you sheepishly.
βAre you sure youβre alright? Youβve been awfully quiet.β
He looked concerned, causing you to feel guilty for turning him down the day before.
βYeah yeah, donβt worry.β
You smiled, feeling lucky that you had friends that you could count on. Wherefore you were even more perplexed when the friend that usually cared most about you gave you the cold shoulder when you sat down beside her after entering the classroom. Confused, you cleared your throat, thinking that she perhaps didnβt notice you yet.
βDid you find your Herbology book?β
The question was rather dumb, because you could clearly see the book in front of Joohyun on the table, but you thought it would be a good conversation starter. Instead of a real answer, however, Joohyun only hummed in response and decided to ignore you for the rest of the class. No matter how hard you tried to get her attention, she always turned her back to you or dodged all of your advances to get her to talk with a one-syllable answer, leaving you completely frustrated. Never in your entire life, Joohyun had behaved like this and you didnβt know how to handle this situation now. Helplessly, you watched how your best friend packed up all her stuff after the professor dismissed the class before walking to the door without sparing you another glance. Wanting to try one last time to get her to talk, you sprinted behind her and interlinked your arms like you often did.
βAre we getting lunch together later?β
You smiled at Joohyun, but your gesture wasnβt reciprocated. Her expression was stern, and she instantly wiggled her arm out of your grasp.
βNo, Iβm eating with others.β
In complete shock, you stopped dead in your tracks and watched how Joohyun walked away unbothered. Your question was supposed to be rhetorical; the two of you always had lunch together ever since you could remember. Always. Even when you had been nauseous after eating a carrion flavored bean of Bertie Bottβs Every Flavour Bean or when Joohyun could only eat puree after getting her wisdom teeth removed. Lunch was the time of the day that you came together, no matter what was going on in your lives. And you couldnβt believe that Joohyun would just break your ritual like that. Therefore, you watched in utter disbelief how she disappeared out of sight with your feet glued to the ground and your mouth wide open, completely forgetting about your own class that you had to attend.
βCome on, Y/N! What are you doing? We only have 15 minutes to get to the third floor and you know thatβs nearly impossible with those darn stairs.β
Jiwon gladly ripped you out of your trance and grabbed your arm to drag you to your next class. Although you didnβt even know why you bothered to attend the rest of your morning classes. Mentally, you werenβt present in the classrooms anyways and couldnβt listen to a single word of your professors; not even after Professor McGonagall yelled at you for accidentally transforming your pen into a snake instead of a caterpillar. The whole time your mind showed you a replay of the Herbology class, especially of the part in which Joohyun wordlessly left you behind. That was just so untypical for her.
βMaybe she was just messing with me?β
You mumbled under your breath after you had survived all your morning classes and were making your way to the Great Hall to have lunch.
But unfortunately, everything wasnβt just a joke, because when you entered the Great Hall, Joohyun was indeed sitting at another table, surrounded by some of the other βcool kidsβ. You glared at her in disbelief as anger started to bubble inside of you and slowly drowned out the sorrow that you had felt the whole morning. Did she think that you would run after her? Definitely not! Instead, you headed for your usual table where your other friends had already gathered and plopped down sulkily, much to the confusion of the others.
βWhy is Joohyun not sitting with us?β
Hyerin asked hesitantly, sensing your bad mood and following your death glare with her eyes.
βYou would have to ask her that.β
You gritted through your teeth, having had enough of Joohyunβs weird behavior. You hadnβt done anything wrong, why was she punishing you with ignorance today?
βDid you fight?β
Felix probed carefully and you huffed annoyed.
βNo! I donβt know why she is behaving like that. Iβve done nothing wrong!β
You whined while sulkily shoving your plate away from you.
βDonβt rack your brains about it. I mean...Joohyun and you are really different. She never really seemed like she enjoyed our company...β
Hyerin got quieter with every word that she uttered as you directed your death glare at her now. How dare her saying that Joohyun didnβt enjoy your company? But apparently, she wasnβt the only one who thought so.
βShe could have gotten bored of us... Wasnβt it just a matter of time till she gave in to them? You know that everyone always tried to get between the two of you. Maybe they finally managed to do that.β
Panicked, your gaze snapped up following Jiwonβs comment and you looked at Joohyun who was mopishly picking at her food at the other side of the hall. For a split second, your eyes met when she looked up from her plate and you wondered whether it was sadness that you spotted in them. Werenβt the others too quick to judge her? You knew her better than everyone else and she would never replace you with someone else. Therefore, you shook your head vehemently, instantly banning the doubts from your brain.
βNo. Joohyun and I are inseparable.β
You retorted while crossing your arms defensively. No one and nothing could ever get between the two of you; not after everything that you had been through together.
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βY/N, I have to talk about something important with you.β
When your dad came into your room with a stern expression on his face, you immediately stopped drawing and looked at him with wide eyes. Had you done something wrong? Had your homeroom teacher called to complain about you? It was your very first week of elementary school and you really didnβt want to be in any kind of trouble.
βDonβt worry, youβve done nothing wrong.β
Your father reassured you immediately when he noticed your panicked expression and gestured you to come to him.
Relieved, you ran to him and climbed into his lap, curious to hear what he had to tell you.
βDo you still remember what Iβve told you about that evil magician that is trying to seize power?β
Your father started and you furrowed your brow, trying to recall what your father had told you the day that he had the first serious conversation with you.
βI think so... You said that he is dangerous and that he is attacking innocent people which is why I have to be more careful.β
You muttered deep in thought and your father nodded in agreement.
βThat is right. Well unfortunately another attack has happened which is why... weβre going to have an addition to our family.β
He explained hesitantly, much to your confusion, because you didnβt really know what that meant. You tilted your head to the side pensively, trying to make sense of his statement until your eyes suddenly lit up.
βAre we buying a dog to protect us?? Or a dragon?β
Excitedly, you squealed and clapped your hands, thinking that you had cracked the code. But your dad shook his head and chuckled sadly.
βNo, unfortunately thatβs not it. Honey?β
He turned his head and called your mother who stepped into the room a few moments later, leading a girl by the hand. You didnβt know who she was, but she seemed to be around your age.
βBaby, this is Joohyun. Sheβs the daughter of Mr. and Ms. Bae, you might remember their names. Mr. Bae is...was working with me in the ministry. From now on, Joohyun will be living with us.β
You didnβt understand why this little girl would be living with you from now on; a girl her age should be living with her family. But the sad expression in your parentβs faces told you that it was better not to ask any questions right now. Therefore, you simply nodded before jumping off your dadβs lap and walking up to Joohyun. You didnβt know why, but you had the feeling that this girl could really use a friend right now. Therefore, you smiled softly and put out your hand.
βHi, Iβm Y/N. Do you want to be friends?β
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Joohyun couldnβt understand a single word that the others at the table were saying. She felt that your gaze was glued to her and if she was honest, she couldnβt care less about anyone else right now. She never liked any of those arrogant βcool kidsβ around her anyways. She would love nothing more than to walk over to you and sit close by your side as if the two of you were attached at the hip. But she couldnβt do that. You had caught her off guard this morning and she needed time to recollect herself. Time to sort out her feelings that were dangerously close to exploding for the first time in her life. After pining after you for as long as she could remember and finally having the courage to ask you out, Felix decided to shoot his shot? Joohyun had just not been able to hide her frustration when she saw you walking into the classroom beside him while flashing him one of your beautiful smiles. Why would you smile at him like that if you werenβt interested like you had told her? She couldnβt even blame you if you were interested in him. Felix was good-looking, a good student and an even better friend. He owned all the traits that Joohyun would never be able to obtain. Charm, kindness, a warm aura...
Why would you ever choose someone like her if you could have him?
Frustrated, Joohyun stabbed the piece of chicken on her plate with her fork before quickly stealing a glance at you. You were still looking at her and your eyes met for a split-second. You were visibly upset, causing Joohyun to avert her gaze in shame. This situation was a mess that she needed to clean it up as fast as possible. Although she didnβt know how. It seemed like she had hidden her feelings for far too long to be able to suppress them anymore.
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βHi, Iβm Y/N. Do you want to be friends?β
Skeptically, Joohyun looked at the extended hand in front of her. She didnβt understand anything that was going on. Why was no one telling her where her parents were? Why would she be living with this family from now on? Everything was just so confusing. But despite all her unanswered questions, she couldnβt shake the feeling that her live would never be the same from now on. And if she hated one thing, it was change. So maybe it would be quite practical to have a friend that would help her getting through this. Therefore, Joohyun slowly lifted her gaze and looked into your eyes before grabbing your hand. Nervously, she looked back and forth between you and your parents, feeling all the expectant gazes on her. It seemed like something was blocking her ability to talk and she wordlessly stared at you. But apparently, you didnβt seem to mind. Her gesture was enough to conjure a wide smile to your face and you squeezed her hand lightly.
βGreat, so weβre friends now! Do you want to see what Iβve been drawing?β
Gladly, you didnβt expect her to answer, but dragged her to the table where all your drawing utensils were scattered instead. Like you had known her all your life already, you started babbling about your day at school and other random things, causing Joohyun to subconsciously scoot closer to you. For some reason, you managed to make her feel a lot less nervous. There was something about you that caused a warm feeling to spread inside of her that eased the violent storm that was raging in her head. Joohyun didnβt know why you could influence her so easily, but she knew that she didnβt want you to ever leave her side again.
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It had taken Joohyun quite some time to figure out why you were able to make her feel the way that you did, but after you had started attending Hogwarts together, everything was starting to make sense. At one point, she had realized that as a friend, she wasnβt supposed to die of jealousy whenever someone was trying to get close to you. She also realized that it wasnβt normal to wonder how it felt to kiss your lips. It was a realization that hit Joohyun like a truck, but her crippling fear of losing you forced her to lock away her feelings in a small, distant place in her heart. Until she could no longer hide them. It was in her fifth year when someone had asked you out for the very first time and Joohyun felt the green monster inside of her taking over. She couldnβt watch you being with someone else. So for one whole year, she gathered all her courage to finally be able to confess to you. And after hours of research on how to declare oneβs love and countless practices in front of the mirror, Joohyun was ready.
But then Felix happened.
Joohyun could still feel how her heart dropped when you told her that Felix had asked you out for the Yule ball. How was she supposed to confess to you now? You had quashed his advances, why would you choose her? And then she saw you smiling at him with that glint in your eyes. Had she really been foolish enough to think that you could resist his charms? She knew better and so did Felix. After Joohyun had given you the silent treatment for a day, you were basically glued to your other friends the days that followed. Especially Felix was more than willing to cheer you up. There was not a single moment that you were alone and Joohyun definitely didnβt have the courage to talk with you with all of your friends around. It seemed like you were playing Hide and Seek and you were winning.
Day after day passed and the only memorable interaction that the two of you shared was when you accidentally bumped into each other as you ran to your class. It was pure torture for Joohyun. You had never been apart for that long and she began feeling like a piece of driftwood in the ocean. She wasnβt a person who liked to open up to others; she didnβt need a big group of friends around her. You had always been enough for her. But now that you werenβt by her side anymore, she was all alone. Of course, there were other people that would be more than willing to fill your place, but little did they know that they would never be able to. You knew things about her that no one else knew and you always knew how to make her happy even in times when she had thought that she could never be happy again.
She needed you.
But the question was: did you need her? Because judging by the way you were strutting through the hallways with Felix, you didnβt.
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βI just donβt know why she doesnβt talk to me.β
You sobbed as you collapsed on your bed at the end of a very exhausting school week. The week hadnβt been exhausting because of your soul crushing amount of homework or the nearing finals though, no, it had been unbearable because your best friend seemed to have grown tired of you.
βWhy donβt you just talk with her? Maybe she feels the same as you.β
Jiwon sat down beside you on the bed and patted your back encouragingly. But you were inconsolable.
βDoes she look like she misses me? She seems to be perfectly fine with her new friends.β
You spat out, feeling how your own words were cutting deep into your heart.
βWell then you shouldnβt be sulking here! Come on, itβs the weekend! Letβs go downstairs and spend some time with the others.β
Jiwon tugged at your arm, but you clung to your pillow, wanting to cry for the rest of the night.
βNope, weβre not doing that. Get up!β
This time your efforts to stay in bed were in vain, because Jiwon gave you a hefty push, causing you to fall off the bed with a loud thud. Perplexed, you sat on the floor and rubbed your butt while staring at your roommate.
βOh good, youβre up. Now come downstairs with me.β
Jiwon grinned and you scoffed in disbelief but decided not to disobey your friend another time for your own sake. Therefore, you got up from the floor and reluctantly walked downstairs to the common room where nearly your whole house was gathered to enjoy the weekend. Some were playing magical chess, others were trying new transformation spells on their pets and others were simply relaxing on the comfy armchairs. Usually, you loved this room and you loved the people in it. But today you just couldnβt get yourself to smile. Everything seemed to be so dull. Nevertheless, you didnβt allow yourself to ruin the weekend of the others. Therefore, you tried to look a little less sad as you sat down beside your friends in front of the fireplace.
βY/N! What an honor.β
Hyerin joked and you stuck out your tongue.
βHush Hyerin, we have more important things to settle, remember? We were just deciding whether I should go with Kyungmin to the Yule ball or not...β
Sunghee interrupted your teasing session and started a heated discussion among your friends. You tried your hardest to stay focused and participate, but after she had mentioned the Yule ball, you automatically thought back to the morning that Joohyunβs weird behavior had started. Was that the trigger for her alienation? But why? You didnβt get to finish your thought because someone suddenly nudged their elbow into your ribs causing you to flinch.
βTalking about the Yule ball... I think someone is coming over for you right now.β
For a split second, you were hoping that Jiwon was talking about Joohyun, but then you saw Felix making his way over to where you were sitting, causing your heart to drop. Your instincts were instantly telling you to run away, but there was no time, Felix was already standing in front of you with a shy smile playing on his lips.
βHey Y/N.β
He greeted you sheepishly and you mumbled some incomprehensible words in response that were barely audible over the excited whispers of your friends beside you.
In an attempt to escape this situation, you sunk deeper and deeper into the armchair, but Jiwon was having none of your allures and pulled you off your seat. Nervously, you were standing directly in front of Felix now who seemed to be feeling the same way as you, only for other reasons.
βListen, I know that youβve turned me down before but Iβm not one to give up so easily.β
He started while shyly fidgeting with his fingers. You wanted to interrupt him right there, but before you could, he already continued.
βI donβt know if I read the signs wrong this week, but I think weβve been getting along pretty well, havenβt we? So I wanted to ask you one last time and I promise after that I will let you live in peace. Will you go to the Yule ball with me?β
You could suddenly feel the eyes of everyone in the common room on you and your cheeks were beginning to glow bright red as Felix smiled at you sheepishly. You couldnβt say no to him now, right? He was a good guy and didnβt deserve to be embarrassed in front of the complete house. Even if you couldnβt shake the feeling that it was wrong, you just had to say yes, right? Therefore, you reciprocated his smile and cleared your throat to give in to his wish. But you didnβt get to give him an answer as you could suddenly feel yourself getting spun around before an electrifying sensation started to spread from your lips into your whole body. What was happening?
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Joohyun didnβt know what had gotten into her. She had made her way to your common room to apologize to you for her weird behavior in the past week. It was time for her to stop acting all jealous, because she had no right to. But then she heard Felix asking you out again and her good resolutions were lost in a heartbeat. Her jealousy came rushing back stronger than ever before, blocking the last bit of reasonability left in her body. Her brain seemed to be on standby, leaving nothing but her instincts to guide her. And they were telling her to walk up to you and claim you. So she did.
Her lips crashed into yours, causing all air to be knocked out of her lungs. Although the kiss lasted less than three seconds and you were unable to react in any way, Joohyunβs body still felt on fire when she pulled away. For so long, she had wondered whether your lips would be as soft as they were looking and now finally, she knew the answer. Yes, they were. In complete astonishment, Joohyun stared at you, but unfortunately, there was no time to dwell on the kiss as the whole room suddenly erupted in agitated whisper. Heat rose to Joohyunβs cheeks and she looked around in embarrassment. Everyone was staring at the two of you, including a very confused looking Felix. Therefore, Joohyun cleared her throat and looked at him calmly.
βIβm sorry, but Y/N will not be able to go to the ball with you.β
She declared and Felix nodded understandingly in response, still looking like he had just seen a ghost.
Consequently, Joohyun couldnβt suppress the victorious smirk that was tugging on her lips, feeling like she had managed to bring her point across pretty well. When she realized that you were looking just as puzzled as Felix, however, she quickly pulled herself together again. She had a lot of explaining to do now. Therefore, she took your hand in hers and quickly pulled you up to your bedroom where she sat you down on your bed. Silently, she stood in front of you for a while, not knowing how to begin until you piped up eventually.
βCare to explain what that was all about?β
You asked, sounding slightly irritated, causing Joohyun to gulp. You knew that she wasnβt good with words, why did you need her to spell it out of you? Shouldnβt you know what was going on by now?
βIsnβt it quite self-explanatory?β
Joohyun chuckled nervously, but you still seemed to be lost.
βNo it is not! I have absolutely no clue what grudge you hold against Felix. I just know that the Yule ball is inching nearer and nearer and that I donβt have a date yet. Not everyone has the whole school whipped for them, you know? And Felix would have been an acceptable option. I donβt know why you hate him.β
You rambled, causing Joohyun to sigh. How could you be so oblivious?
βItβs not about him!β
She responded frustrated and you threw your arms up in desperation.
βThen what is it about?β
You leaped to your feet and stepped closer to Joohyun, causing her heartrate to pick up. She just had to get it off her chest now.
βYou! Itβs about you, Y/N. I love you; more than anyone else on this planet and more than a friend should.β
Joohyunβs voice cracked as her whole body started to tremble in nervousness. You, on the other hand, looked at her in a state of paralysis with your mouth agape, causing her to chuckle.
βYou had no idea, did you?β
You shook your head almost in slow-motion as you kept wordlessly staring at her in shock.
βSince when?β
You eventually choked out, causing Joohyun to sigh.
βHonestly? Probably since the first time we met, but it took me a while to figure out my feelings.β
She smiled, remembering all the beautiful memories that you had made together.
βAnd youβve never told me?β
You sounded almost hurt, causing Joohyun to avoid your gaze in shame.
βIβm sorry, but I was afraid that youβd hate me if youβd know.β
She mumbled as tears welled in her eyes, but then she could suddenly feel a hand gently cupping her cheek.
βI could never hate you, Joohyun.β
You whispered causing her to look at you again. The same soft smile that had managed to calm her down the first day that you had met, was making her heart feel at peace again and she leaned her head against your hand.
βBut you really shouldnβt have kept secrets from me for that long. Thatβs quite upsetting.β
A pout formed on your lips and Joohyun could immediately feel panic starting to spread in her body. Her biggest fear in life had always been to accidentally upset you. She wanted to apologize to you but you pressed your finger on her lips to shush her.
βI think to make up for it, you should ask me out for the Yule ball.β
You uttered and this time, it was Joohyunβs jaw that dropped. Did you just say what she thought you did?
βYou want me to take you to the Yule ball?β
She assured herself and you nodded with a wide grin on your face.
βYeah, I mean we have a lot to figure out, but it would be a good place to start, wouldnβt it?β
Relief washed over Joohyun and she wasnβt able to contain her happiness any longer, causing her to fling her arms around your neck. Tightly, she squeezed your body, feeling how your chest vibrated as you chuckled in amusement.
βYes, it would be a good place to start.β
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Owe You One - Part 4
Title: Owe You One - Jeffersonβs Starship
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Word Count: 7,067
Warnings: Minor Angst, Sexual Harassment, Self-Loathing, Anxiety, Fluff, Smut, Friends with Benefits
Summary:Β Dean Winchester has been your best friend and neighbour for the last year. A year of finding comfort in random drop ins and casual conversations, but neither of you know the pasts that the other has. Not fully. Pasts that come back to haunt you, and ruin everything you want in life. Can you find what youβre seeking in a couple of favours and a good time between the sheets or is history doomed to repeat itself?
Owe You One - Masterlist
Squares Filled: Bartender!AU ( @spndeanbingo) FWB Relationship ( @spnfluffbingo)
A/N: Part 4!! I hope yβall enjoy this part!! As always, feedback is greatly appreciated!! Happy reading!! Β
Β You stirred away at the pot you had on the stove, getting dinner ready for yourself. It was Friday night, and you had just gotten home from work about half an hour ago. You changed into your comfortable pyjamas before deciding to cook yourself a nice dinner. You were going to curl up on the couch for a little while and maybe turn in early. You had nothing extensive planned. Nothing but your PVR and previous episodes of The Walking Dead to catch up on.
Β You reached for a bowl in the cupboard next to you, placing it on the counter before pouring your pasta into it. You heard three loud knocks at your door, pulling you from your meal for a moment. You placed it back down on the stove before heading over to the door, opening it up. You rolled your eyes with a smile when you found Dean standing there with a smile playing on his lips. You walked away from the door, letting him walk in without protest.
Β βYou want something to eat? I made enough pasta for two,β you pointed out. βFour cheese.β
Β βOh fuck yes,β he nodded, taking a seat at your counter. You reached in the cupboard, grabbing another bowl before pouring some into it. You took two forks out of the drawer, bringing Deanβs bowl over first before your own. You hopped on the chair next to him, looking forward to tasting your meal.
Β βThank you for this,β he smiled, taking a forkful.
Β βYouβre welcome,β you beamed, taking your own bite.
Β βSo what are you up to tonight?β he asked nonchalantly.
Β βStuff,β you answered smuggly. βWhat do you want?β
Β βHow do you know I want something?β he claimed, his voice went up half an octave.
Β βBecause you didnβt call or text before coming over tonight. You usually do if you just want to hang out for the night. So Iβll ask again, what do you want, Winchester?β you chuckled.
Β βOkay, I have a huge favour to ask and seen as how youβre wearing your cute comfy pyjamas, I know you arenβt doing anything tonight. I also know for a damn fact that you would never let any guy see you in those so youβre not getting laid tonight.β
Β βThank you! I get the point,β you scoffed playfully, taking another bite.
Β βI need help at the bar tonight. Sammyβs gonna be late and all Iβve got is Benny. Youβre the only one that I can trust,β he stated. βIβll pay you, of course. And whatever tips you make are yours.β
Β βSo you want me to bartend at Jeffersonβs Starship tonight and I get paid?β you chuckled. βActual money?β
Β βWhat, you think Iβm going to pay you in sex again?β he laughed, shaking his head. ββCause I can if you want me to. A little touchy touchy-β
Β βShut up, Dean,β you giggled, shoving him a little. βHow late do I have to stay?β
Β βJust until Sam gets in,β he assured you. βNot all night.β
Β βAlright, let me eat. Then Iβll go get changed. Youβre lucky I like you,β you side-eyed him.
Β βI owe you big time,β he breathed out in relief. βLike huge, sweetheart.β
Β βIβll take you up on it at some point,β you winked. βReally though, you donβt owe me anything. Remember, you helped me out of a very low point. That isnβt easy.β
Β βI still owe you a little. You literally never go out to the bar,β he pointed out with a sad smile.
Β βYou are more than right. Remember that,β you winked. βHow was your day anyways?β
Β βEh, it was okay. Pretty busy as usual. I kept to myself at my station. My dad worked on what he needed to do. I fixed up a couple of cars and got all my paperwork done so I donβt have to do any this weekend. Fresh start Monday morning,β he explained to you. βHow was your day?β
Β βIt was okay. Boring as hell, but thatβs my job for you,β you shrugged.
Β βSo you were going to use this time to unwind, huh?β he said sheepishly. You could see the guilt he felt sores across his features. βShit, Iβm sorry.β
Β βItβs okay, De. I should probably try to get out more anyways. Sitting at home alone isnβt going to do me any good,β you breathed out.
Β βI mean, youβre not entirely wrong. Sometimes alone time is what you need. But in this case, youβre coming out. Not to mention, I own the bar,β he smirked.
Β βYeah yeah,β you tried not to smile.
Β You managed to eat your pasta in record time. You figured youβd do the dishes in the morning after your breakfast. You knew Dean had to be there soon, and you didnβt want to leave him or Benny screwed. This was a job for you and you were going to work with professionalism.
Β You grabbed something comfortable and presentable to wear to the bar. A pair of dark skinny jeans with a rip in the knee. You pulled on one of your white shirts and threw one of your red flannels over it to keep with the Winchester look. After that, you grabbed your comfortable boots and your bag, heading out the door with Dean by your side.
Β Dean opened up your door for you and you slipped inside. There was a part of you that wondered if this was a good idea. After all, he and his brother owned this bar; his family. Last you knew, his family hated you. All but Dean. You didnβt want Sam to walk in and kick you out or worse, yell at you in front of everyone. You didnβt want to ruin their business. This was important to both of them because they started it together. You werenβt going to be the one to come between them. You were simply going to help your friend out and go on your way home. If Dean wanted to join you later, that was fine. But you werenβt supposed to mix business with pleasure.
Β Dean parked in his designated spot out the back of the bar. There was a spot for him and a spot for Sam. No one else had access to park back here. You kicked your door open, circling around the car to the front. Dean motioned for you to follow him to the doors around the front of the building.
Β The second you walked into the empty bar, you smiled to yourself. This bar wasnβt like any of the bars you had been in and you had been in many of them during your college days. They wanted their place to feel like home in some sense. There was a jukebox in the corner that played only classic rock. Lots of room for people to dance. Enough tables for people to sit. Booths for those who had bigger groups. Couches and chairs set up around the tv. By the actual bar, he had stools set up all around and a tv up on the wall so people could watch from there. He had all his liquor on display and coasters stacked, ready to go. All his glassware was branded with the bar's name, and a cowboy hat. This place was something to be really proud of, that was for certain.
Β βWell well, look who it is,β Benny smiled. βIβll be damned if it isnβt miss Y/N walking in for the first time in forever.β
Β βHi Benny,β you grinned
Β βHiya darlin,β he beamed. βWhat can I get for you tonight?β
Β βIβm working tonight,β you told him, circling around the back of the bar. βBoss needed and extra set of hands.β
Β βIf you need help with anything, Y/N, just let one of us know. I know you know what youβre doing,β Dean nodded.
Β βYouβre damn right I do,β you said confidently. You grabbed an apron from the shelf beneath the cash register. You had a notepad, a pen and a cloth in there, ready to get to work. It had been a long time since you had stepped foot behind a bar, but you were sure you were going to snap right back into it pretty quickly. βLetβs do this.β
Β It wasnβt long before people flooded into the bar. Some people just getting off work, having a drink to wind down. Others coming in in groups. The three of you worked in a perfect sync with one another. Pouring and mixing drinks the fastest you could get them to the customers in a timely manner. In record time, you had about fifty dollars in tips. The night was just getting started.
Β You glanced around the room as soon as the first rush died out. Everyone was distracted in some way. A group of guys watching a game on the couch by the tv. A few women sitting at a table, gossiping about their week and their husbands. Then there was a few loners sitting at the bar, sipping away at a beer or a glass of whiskey. Trying to unwind after the week. You wiped down the counter top.
Β βHey there,β a man greeted you, taking a seat at the counter right in front of you. His smile was wide as he placed his hands on the countertop.
Β βWhat can I get for you?β you asked, taking a deep breath as you tucked your cloth back in your apron.
Β βYour phone number for starters,β he smirked, wiggling his eyebrows twice. You wanted to scoff but you were working. You werenβt about to ruin Deanβs business because some guy decided to hit on you. Not to mention, he wasnβt that cute. A man like him would be just like the rest of them. Theyβd get off and youβd be left finishing yourself off in the shower. You werenβt doing that again.
Β βYour drink order, sir?β you corrected him, trying to keep your tone in check.
Β βWhiskey neat,β he stated. βAnd that phone number.β
Β βWhiskey it is,β you declared, putting the glass down on the napkin in front of him. You reached for the bottle of whiskey behind you, knowing full well he was staring at your ass. He was treating you like you were easy and that wasnβt okay with you. You werenβt doing that anymore. No more shitty guys.
Β βDonβt play hard to get, baby,β he frowned. βI saw you eyeing me the second I walked in here tonight.β
Β βEnjoy your drink,β you said, your voice void of all emotions. You walked away from him, taking your cloth once more before heading out to the customers area to begin cleaning up empty glasses and bottles. Dean and Benny were still working behind the counter, serving people. It had slowed down a little more. They still had the odd person come up to them.
Β You wiped down every table, gathering all the empties. You snapped back into bartender mode pretty quickly. It was something you had done for years during your college years. Dean ran a really nice bar. Everything was really clean, but you also had a feeling that his brother had something to do with it. You took note of what needed replenishing to bring it out during your next trip. You gathered up what you could, placing it on the bar to move to the back when you had the chance to. You wiped down your last table before heading to the back. You could feel the creepy guyβs eyes on you and that told you to move quicker.
Β βBaby cβmere,β he cooed, standing up. Your heart began to pound in your chest. You needed to move quickly.
Β βNot interested,β you stated clearly, backing away from him. He was a big guy now that you saw him compared to you. He was tall and had a strong build. His hand made its way down to your ass, tugging you into him against your will. You tried your hardest to shove him off of you, but he barely budged. βGet off of me!β
Β βHey! Hey!β Dean shouted, making his way around the bar. βHands off of her. Now!β
Β βWe were just getting to know each other, right baby?β He smirked, tugging you in once more. Hearing him say those words only angered you more.
Β You pushed him once more, successfully getting him off of you, but not getting as far as you would have liked. βGet the fuck off of me.β
Β Dean stepped between you and the douchebag, getting in his face a little more. You could see it in the way his jaw clenched that he was pissed. When Dean was pissed, no one wanted to be near him.
Β βHouse rules. Respecting others, especially women is the second on that list. Sexual harassment is unacceptable. Get the fuck out of my bar,β he warned him, βIβm not going to ask you again.β
Β βWhatever, sheβs a cheap piece of ass anyways,β he scoffed, throwing down a bill on the counter before grabbing his jacket, heading to the door.
Β βYou okay, sweetheart?β Dean asked as he turned to face you. His hand came up to the side of your head.
Β βYeah,β you nodded.
Β βYou want a drink,β he offered you, smiling softly.
Β βNo thank you. Iβm good,β you smiled before heading around the back of the bar to finish cleaning up. You also knew youβd be safer behind the bar and that was where you wanted to be.
Β βYou sure, darlinβ?β Benny raised his eyebrow. βI can make you a mean drink.β
Β βIβm sure. I donβt drink,β you stated, placing the empty bottles in the bin.
Β βSince when?β Dean furrowed his brows. βWe got drunk together a few months back.β
Β βSince whenever,β you shrugged.
Β βI feel like there is more behind this then youβre leading on,β Benny side-eyed you with a bit of concern.
Β βThere is, but weβre dropping this now, okay?β you smiled, heading over to the counter to serve the next customer.
Β As you handed the customer their drink, Sam walked into the bar. His hair was a bit of a mess and he looked to be in a bit of a rush. You stiffened a little. After all, Sam had to know all about you now. His mom had to have said something to him. He had always been nice to you, but that was back then. There was a whole other side to you and your family now. Sure, Sam was nice, but he wasnβt going to be happy you were here if he knew anything.
Β βHey,β Dean greeted his brother. βHowβd it go?β
Β βGood,β he smiled to himself. βPlace is picked out and booked. We officially have a date.β
Β βDonβt leave me in suspense, Sammy. Wedding date now,β Dean chuckled, wiping down a glass.
Β βSeptember 15th,β he grinned widely, reaching his hand up to the back of his head.
Β βIβll save the date,β he nodded with a big smile. βCongratulations, little brother!β
Β βThanks, De,β he shrugged, as if it wasnβt a big deal.
Β You stood behind the bar awkwardly, not knowing if you should say something, or go do something else. You didnβt want to be in the way of him. This was his business too. You pulled your cloth back out, and decided to head back out to the floor to wipe down the tables again. Β
Β βDean, what is she doing here?β you heard Sam say.
Β βSheβs helping us out because I asked her to,β Dean stated.
Β βDean, you know-β
Β βSam-β
Β βNo Dean, if mom or dad was to walk in right now, youβd be in so much shit,β he stated. That was your queue. You werenβt welcomed and you werenβt going to ruin a family business. You had no idea why you even agreed to in the first place. Mary told you that you were never going to be good enough for her family. Why did you think youβd be good enough to work at her sonβs bar?
Β βSorry,β you breathed out, as you untied your apron. βIβm- Iβm gonna go, Dean. I donβt want to ruin your business or your relationship with your family. You donβt have to pay me for tonight.β
Β βY/N, wait,β Dean called out as you began to walk away.
Β βDean, itβs cool,β you nodded, assuring him it was.
Β βNo, itβs not cool, Y/N. I invited you here tonight,β Dean declared, walking over to you. βMy mom and dad donβt own this bar. Sammy and I do. Iβll tell you again. I donβt care who your mom is or was to my parents. I care about you and who you are to me. If Sammy has a problem with it, then he can stow it for tonight. You are welcome in this bar.β His hands made their way to your arms, holding you in place.
Β βDean, Iβm not worth the trouble, okay?β you smiled weakly, pulling the few bills out of your pocket, handing them to him. βThis is yours.β
Β βNo, they are yours. You earned them tonight. All tips are yours,β he stated.
Β βY/N, please stay,β Sam called out.
Β βPlease, sweetheart,β Dean pleaded, holding his hand out for you to take. βYouβre off the clock. Just hang out with us for a little while. You said you needed to get out more.β
Β βYou want a drink Y/N?β Sam offered, grabbing a clean glass from beneath the counter.
Β βOkay,β you nodded. βWater would be great.β
Β βW-water?β Sam furrowed his brows.
Β βShe doesnβt drink,β Benny added in.
Β βAh, okay,β Sam nodded.
Β You walked around the bar, taking a seat on the stool behind the bar. Sam placed a glass of water with a few ice cubes on the counter in front of you, giving you a soft smile. You knew he was trying to keep a smile on his face to keep you around for the night. It was forced at best.
Β βSo, no guy in your life right now, Y/N?β Benny questioned you. βYou usually have someone-β
Β βNope, I donβt. Not right now,β you smiled at him, bringing your water up to your lips. Great, even Benny knew you got around, you thought to yourself.
Β βYou want someone? βCause you know, Iβm single and youβre-β
Β βBenny, knock it off,β Dean warned him. βShe doesnβt need another guy hitting on her tonight. House rules.β
Β βWhat? βM I not good enough for you,β he teased playfully before serving the next customer.
Β βYouβre not my type,β you giggled.Β βMy track record states that I only go for dicks. Youβre a nice guy.β
Β βSo Y/N, I gotta ask,β Sam started, taking another stool, sitting close by. βI know you grew up with your mom-β
Β βSam,β Dean called out, his voice laced with a bit of anger.
Β βItβs okay Dean,β you assured him.
Β βWas it just you and your mom or was your dad ever around?β he questioned. You knew he was curious, and he didnβt seem to want to cause any harm to you. It was a simple question. Nothing you hadnβt been asked a hundred times before.
Β βNo. It was just me and my mom. I never knew my dad, in fact, Iβve never met him or know his name for that matter. My mom always told me he didnβt want anything to do with me and that was why he wasnβt around. He didnβt want me and thatβs why it was the two of us. I have no idea who my dad is, or if heβs even alive at this point. I never knew anything about him,β you shared with him.
Β βWere you ever curious?β Dean added in, stepping closer to you and Sam.
Β βYeah, of course I was. I grew up without a dad. The kids at school were terrible to me because I didnβt have one,β you began. βI mean, look at me now. Iβm a mess ninety five percent of the time. I just wish my mom wouldβve been straight with me. But at the same time, my mom slept around a lot. She had a new boyfriend every month. I doubt she even knew who my dad was.β
Β βDo you think she was hiding it from you?β Sam brought up.
Β βIn some ways, yeah. I asked her when I was eighteen, before I left for college and she said there was no point. My dad was probably dead.β
Β βIf you ever wanted to find out more, Y/N, Iβm sure I could do a little digging for you,β Sam offered you. It was a kind gesture but it wasnβt worth it.
Β βIβm not worth that kind of trouble, Sam. I donβt want to cause any more issues with your family than I already have.β
Β βYour momβs issues werenβt your fault, sweetheart,β Dean reminded you.
Β βDeanβs right, Y/N. What your mom did in the past has nothing to do with you. It bugs the hell out of my mom because you look like her. Itβs still wrong that she treated you the way she did. Youβre nothing like your mom,β Sam said with a sad smile. It was really nice to hear those words coming from Sam. Especially now that you were here. You didnβt want him to hate you like his family did.
Β βOkay,β you breathed out. βIβm giving you the okay to take a look. It canβt hurt to find out my family history. And Iβm curious as to what my mom hid from me all my life. But I donβt want to make any contact if we find out who it is.β In reality, it was probably good to find out in case you had a family history of cancer or something like that. It was too late now to ever have a father daughter relationship like you dreamed about when you were ten.
Β βDeal. You are always welcome to change your mind later on, okay?β
Β βThank you,β you smiled softly at him. βMeans a lot to me that you want to do this.β
Β βWell well, look who decided to show up for work,β Dean greeted the two people as they walked in.
Β βI thought you were short tonight, De?β you furrowed your brows.
Β βChuck and Cas work later so we can go home at a decent hour,β he told you. Both of them walked behind the bar, settling their stuff underneath the cash.
Β βHey,β a man with curly-ish hair greeted you. βIβm Chuck.β
Β βY/N,β you waved at him.
Β βSo uh, how you doinβ?β he wiggled his eyebrows.
Β βChuck,β Dean warned him, shaking his head.
Β βOh shit, sorry. Is she your-β
Β βNo sheβs not my girlfriend. Sheβs my best friend,β he stated, earning a chuckle from both you and Sam. Dean was very protective over you, and you actually kind of liked that he was.
Β βOh god, thatβs worse,β he breathed out sheepishly. βIt was very nice to meet you, Y/N.β
Β βYou ready to head out, Y/N?β Dean offered with a smile.
Β βGod, yes please!β you beamed, hopping off your stool.
Β βIβll grab your number from Dean,β Sam nodded, giving you a wink. Dean grabbed his jacket as you circled around the bar for the last time. You couldnβt wait to go home and change into your pyjamas. You couldnβt wait to be in the privacy of your apartment so you could finally unwind for the night.
Β Dean followed behind you as you lead the way to the impala. It was just after eleven when you looked at the clock in the impala as Dean started her up. It was a long night, and some parts of it sucked, but for the most part, you were glad you did it with Dean there. His friends were also nice people to be around so that certainly helped.
Β βYou did good tonight,β he smiled at you as he turned out of the parking lot.
Β βWhat can I say, Iβm an ex bartender,β you chuckled. βThanks for asking me to come out tonight.β
Β βYouβre welcome,β he nodded.
Β βIf youβre up for it, you wanna hang out at my place for a bit?β you asked him. βOnly if you want to.β
Β βYeah, Iβd love to,β he agreed.
Β It was almost eleven thirty by the time you arrived at your front door with the keys in your hand. Dean stood right behind you, keeping a close distance. You figured after that creepy guy at the bar tonight, he was keeping you close in case something was to happen. You really did enjoy how protective he was of you. He had been ever since that day the two of you made up. It was nice to have someone want to keep you safe from harms way.
Β You threw your keys on the counter as soon as you walked in. Dean locked the door behind him and kicked off his shoes on the front mat. You leaped onto the couch, flopping down on your back, earning a laugh from your best friend.
Β βLong night, huh?β he said as he sat down next to you.
Β βVery! I love being hit on by creepy guys. Itβs my favourite,β you joked, moving up to a sitting position to give him more room on the couch. Your couch was big enough for two people to sleep on, but Dean just had to sit close to you.
Β βYou used to enjoy guys like that,β he teased you.
Β βEh, I wouldnβt say I enjoyed them. I prefer guys with a little more respect. Not guys that grope my ass in a crowded bar while Iβm working,β you breathed out. βI donβt know. Lately I havenβt been interested.β
Β βIn what?β he cocked his head to the side, looking over at you.
Β βDating. Men in general,β you shrugged, leaning against the arm of the couch. βToo much to focus on and Iβm a mess most days.β
Β βNot even sex for you?β he questioned.
Β βEh,β you smirked. βIβve got my own ways of handling things in that department. Itβs not like any of the guys I slept with before knew what they were doing. Iβm just not wasting my time.β
Β βGood,β he grinned. βYou deserve better than that.β
Β βWhat about you, Winchester? Youβre nearly as bad as I am for taking random people home,β you pointed out.
Β βNot as of recently,β he confessed, looking down at his hands. βPart of it is how busy Iβve been. No one has really caught my eye. Everyone these days are dating, and settling down. After Cassie, I donβt really want to date right now. Especially since she left things open for when she gets back.β
Β βI donβt blame you,β you nodded. βWould you get back together with her if she were to show up at your door right now?β
Β βDeep question there, sweetheart,β he chuckled. βI donβt know. I havenβt heard from her since we broke up. Not even an email. If she were to knock on my door, I donβt think I could just settle back in like nothing happened.β
Β βThatβs understandable,β you nodded. βAt least youβve moved on a little. We slept together.β
Β βYouβre the last person I slept with,β he admitted.
Β βYouβre my last too,β you nodded. βWeβre doing awesome. Although, I certainly canβt complain. You were damn good. You kept up your end of the bargain beautifully.β
Β βWell, technically I owe you one for tonight,β he joked with a smirk. βI know how to drive a good bargain.β
Β βIβm down if you are,β you wiggled your eyebrows with a soft smile.
Β βActually?β he cocked his eyebrow.
Β βWhatβs the harm?β you shrugged. βNot like we havenβt before.β
Β βIβm definitely in if you are,β he nodded. βNo pressure at all. Only if you want to.β
Β βYouβre too nice to me, you know that?β you smiled at him as you moved over. You threw your leg over his legs, settling down over his lap. His hands instantly reached for your waist as his eyes went wide.
Β βI wouldnβt say nice,β he breathed out. βI just care βbout you is all.β
Β βWell, thank you. I really appreciate that you care,β you smiled. βI care βbout you too.β
Β βAlright, this is getting too chick flicky for my liking,β he stated, leaning forward. He captured your lips with his in a soft, heated kiss that had you instantly craving more. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders tugging yourself closer to him as your tongue slipped over his bottom lip.
Β His hands reached beneath your flannel, pushing the material over your shoulders in record time. You had a feeling this was going to happen fast. It was late after all, and you both had been working since nine this morning. It was going to be a quickie at best and that was more than okay with you. A quick fix to make you both feel good and that would be enough to put you to sleep right away.
Β βYouβre sure about this?β Dean asked you, pulling away a little.
Β βYes, more than sure,β you breathed out, pushing his flannel over his shoulders. βNo foreplay this time.β
Β βGot it,β he nodded. βJust a quickie?β
Β βQuickie then bed,β you smile at him.
Β βRoger that,β he agreed, tugging the hem of your shirt up your body, throwing it to the floor. You did the exact same to his, tearing it off of him as quickly as you could. He bucked his hips up to yours, and you could feel the bulge of him already. The thought of having him once more sent heat pooling in your core.
Β You climbed off of his lap, toying with the button on your jeans before shoving them down your legs along with your panties. Dean unbuckled his belt, making quick work of removing his jeans and boxers, pushing them down his legs. His hard cock standing proud between his legs. Fuck, was he perfect.
Β βCondom?β you asked him.
Β βWallet,β he nodded, reaching down to his jeans, pulling out the leather pouch. He opened it up, taking the foil packet from his wallet. You stepped forward, straddling him as he opened the packet with his teeth, taking the rubber out. You watched as he took his cock in his hand, rolling the condom down over himself. You reached behind your back, removing the final article of clothing from your body to reveal yourself to him once more.
Β βYouβre beautiful, you know that?β he smiled softly at you.
Β βDean,β you grinned, shaking your head.
Β βYou are,β he shrugged. βI like that Iβm the one you went home with tonight after all the guys that hit on you.β
Β βThank you,β you half smiled. βYouβre sexy as hell.β
Β βHell doesnβt sound all that sexy,β he teased you.
Β βShut up, Winchester,β you giggled. βDo you want me to fuck you or not?β
Β βPlease,β he chuckled.
Β βThen ask me nicely,β you played, wanting to test him just a little.
Β βY/N, will you please let me put my dick inside you?β he let out a laugh, not able to keep a straight face through the entire sentence, making you laugh along with him.
Β βI canβt believe you actually asked,β you cackled.
Β βShut up,β he shook his head, trying not to laugh more than he already had. βThe things I do for you.β
Β βHey, the way to a girlβs heart is through humor, Winchester,β you pointed out.
Β βYeah yeah,β he scoffed. βAlright, Iβm going to touch you now. Make sure youβre ready for me.β
Β βBy all means,β you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth. His right hand came down between your legs, his middle finger brushing through your folds to see if you were ready enough for him. You knew you were more than ready to take him. The mere sight of him had you ready to go. The kissing certainly helped you get there too. He was a damn good kisser.
Β βFuck, sweetheart,β he whispered. βYouβre sure?β
Β βYes,β you nodded. βYouβre sure?β
Β βI am,β he agreed. βWhenever youβre ready.β
Β You balanced yourself on his shoulders, moving up his body to get ready. You reached one of your hands down, taking his cock before lining it up with your entrance. Your eyes met with his as you positioned the tip in place. He nodded his head, not daring to break the eye contact you held. You let yourself sync down on him, slow and steady. His eyes fluttered shut as you surrounded him in your heat.
Β βFuck, Y/N,β he breathed out as he bottomed out inside you. You could feel him twitching a little as your walls grew accustomed to him. He finally opened his eyes, meeting yours as a smile played on his lips. He slipped his hands around your back, ready to help you move on him.
Β βYou feel amazing, De,β you told him, leaning forward, pressing your forehead to his.
Β You made yourself more comfortable before beginning to move on him. He repositioned himself beneath you, making it easier for you to ride him, and for him to meet you halfway. As you sank down on him, he thrusted upwards. His grip was tight on you, keeping you close to him. He felt amazing inside of you. Hell, almost better than he did the first time. From this angle, his cock brushed over all the sensitive spots, getting you there a little bit faster than you were expecting him to.
Β His lips trailed on your neck, making your fingers curl in his shoulders. Your walls fluttered around him at the sensation. You brought your hand up to his hair, carding through his soft locks as you continued to bounce on him.
Β βShit Dean,β you cried out.
Β βFeels so good,β he muttered, pulling away from your neck. βSo close.β
Β βFaster,β you urged him on.
Β His hands slipped down to your ass, pulling you closer to him. He shifted quickly, your back hitting the couch as he fit between your legs. He snapped his hips against yours, picking up the pace to get you both there. One of his hands reached between your bodies, toying with your clit to heighten your pleasure.
Β βDean, Dean, Dean,β you moaned. Your grip tightened around his shoulders, desperate to grab onto something to keep you grounded. You were panting profusely. You felt the tightness growing in your abdomen. You were so damn close.
Β βCome for me, sweetheart,β he urged you on. βLet me feel you.β
Β Your walls came crashing down around him as you let out a wanton moan. Your eyes fluttered shut as you threw your head back, letting the pleasure course itβs way through your body. Your fingers curled into his back, trying to hold onto something to keep you from floating away. Your vision went white and your body began to shake just enough for you to notice.
Β βAtta girl,β he encouraged you as he bucked his hips into yours. You knew he was damn close to the edge. He just needed that final push.
Β βFeels so good, De,β you whispered, trailing your shaky hand up into his hair. βCome for me, Dean.β
Β βShit-β he growled, picking up his pace just a little more. He gave three hard thrusts before his cock twitched. His seed filling the condom before he collapsed on top of you, letting out a breath.
Β Your hand carded through his hair, playing with his soft locks as you both came down from your highs. You turned your head, looking at the time on the clock above your tv. It was just after twelve fifteen. You knew you had to get up and get ready for bed. Β
Β βI just realized we did that with the curtains open,β you giggled, glancing over at the big open window.
Β βWell shit,β he let out a laugh. βI hope they enjoyed the show.β
Β βWe should get up,β you told him. βGet ready for bed.β
Β βYeah,β he breathed out, shifting himself up. He reached down, grabbing the base of his cock to remove himself with care.
Β You were the first one off the couch, leaving your clothes on the floor. You headed into your bedroom, going straight to the bathroom. Dean wasnβt far behind you, throwing the used condom into the trash in your bathroom.
Β βUh, youβre welcome to stay if you want to,β you offered him. βOr you can go, whichever you want to do.β
Β βWhichever youβre more comfortable with. I donβt want to overstep,β he stated, taking a step back.
Β βWe literally just had sex,β you reminded him. βI donβt know what would even be considered overstepping at this point.β
Β βTrue,β he chuckled.
Β βWell, if youβd like to stay, there is an extra toothbrush in my drawer and boxers in the top drawer in my bedroom,β you told him with a soft smile. βIβm going to shower to get the smell of sex and alcohol off of me. If you want to do the same, you know where the towels are.β
Β βAlright,β he nodded, turning towards the shower. You watched as he turned the nozzle, setting it on hot. βYou shower first and Iβll clean up out there.
Β Dean was out of the bathroom, giving you a bit of privacy. You shut the door a little, giving yourself the comfort of being alone to do what you needed to do. You went to the bathroom before slipping into the shower.
Β The water was the perfect temperature for you to clean yourself up. You were just going to have a quick shower to wash your body. You could wash your hair in the morning. You just wanted to feel clean. You had the feeling Dean was staying with you tonight, and you werenβt against it persay. You didnβt want him getting the wrong idea. You werenβt looking for a relationship. You hoped it was just sex for him. That you could handle with ease. You didnβt want to do the whole βfeelingsβ thing. Not with your best friend. Sleepovers were normal for friends. Two friends could have sex without it being weird. There was nothing wrong with casual sex.
Β You washed your body quickly. You could feel yourself getting more and more tired the more you stood under the stream. You just wanted to get out, brush your teeth and head to bed. Nothing more.
Β The water shut off and you stepped out onto the mat you had set out. You wrapped your towel around yourself, making sure it was tight. The mirror was all steamy, and you could barely see. Not that it was going to stop you from brushing your teeth.
Β βDean, youβre good,β you called out, reaching for your toothbrush. The bathroom door opened, revealing Dean in his boxers and nothing else. He was quiet as he went about, gathering what he needed to shower. You tried your hardest to keep your eyes off of him while he moved around.
Β He hopped in the shower as soon as you finished brushing your teeth. The mirror was just starting to clear when you turned away, giving Dean the privacy he deserved. You noticed as soon as you were in your bedroom that Dean had thrown your clothes in the laundry hamper. His clothes were set on the chair in the corner of your room, folded nicely.
Β You grabbed the first pair of panties from your drawer, and an oversized shirt to wear to bed. You could feel yourself starting to overthink this. You didnβt want anything to change between you and Dean. You didnβt see him as anything other than your best friend. You didnβt want to date him. You didnβt want a boyfriend or a serious relationship for that matter. You didnβt want him to get the wrong impression.
Β You got dressed quickly, throwing the comforter back, slipping beneath the sheets. You heard the water turn off, which meant it was only a matter of time before he was joining you in bed. You lay on your back, adjusting the covers over your chest.
Β Dean emerged from the bathroom in a pair of clean boxers, shutting the light out. He circled around the bed, following the same steps. He joined you in the bed, resting on his back, looking up at the ceiling.
Β βYou tired?β he asked you.
Β βNow that the lights are out, not really,β you chuckled. βYou?β
Β βNo not really,β he let out a laugh. βThat was fun.β
Β βIt was. And Iβm not usually for being on top,β you admitted with a half smile.
Β βWhy this time?β he questioned, turning his head to look your direction.
Β βI donβt know. I guess I feel a little more comfortable around you. Iβm not as nervous about some things, like the way I look for example,β you confessed.
Β βYouβre beautiful,β he said with a laugh.Β βHell, I wouldnβt mind doing it again.β
Β βWhat, like that?β
Β βThat. And sex in general,β he shrugged. βIβve got what is probably not a good idea. But you said that youβre not looking to date anyone. Iβm not ready to date anyone. Weβre best friends and speaking from previous experiences one and two, sex is great between us. Youβre comfortable with me, and Iβm comfortable with you. Why donβt we continue sleeping together? You know, get each other off, try some new things?β
Β βLike a friends with benefits kind of thing?β you inquired, furrowing your brows.
Β βYeah I guess so,β he breathed out.
Β βHow is that going to work, Dean?β you turned to face him. βIt literally never works. There are too many rules, and someone always gets hurt in the end.β
Β βNot if we donβt let it,β he reminded you.
Β βFair point. If weβre going this, and thatβs a big if, Dean. I donβt want stupid rules and shit, okay? Friends who have sex, try new things; whatever. Nothing about our friendship changes,β you declared.
Β βDone deal. I can agree to those terms,β he nodded.
Β βGood. Iβm all for sex, but as soon as something goes sideways, of gets complicated, Iβm out, okay?β you breathed out.
Β βMore than okay,β he smiled at you. βNow, are you going to deny me after sex cuddling?β
Β βWe had sex like half an hour ago,β you scoffed playfully.
Β βFriends are allowed to cuddle, you know,β he reminded you. βItβs not going to hurt you.β
Β βFine,β you shook your head. βYouβre big spoon though.β
Β βTurn around then,β he smirked.
Β You turned over, trying to make yourself comfortable on your side of the bed. Dean slipped his arm around your middle, his chest pressing against your back. You let yourself melt into him, feeling safe in his hold. You knew for a fact that he was going to keep the nightmares away tonight. Β
Β Maybe after sex cuddling wasnβt so bad after all.
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not the same anon, but Im interested in the open source rant π
for some reason, sites like Hacker News are always fuckin' tellin newbie programmers to "contribute to open source!" in the same breath as, like, "program tic-tac-toe!", as these are both equally sane and accessible tasks for folks who are trying to learn the ropes. this is absolutely untrue.
i don't deny that you can learn a lot by contributing to open source; the bulk of my career has been in open source software. it's good shit.
however, the vast majority of that work was done when i was being paid for it, full-time, by either the company that owned the software, or by a company with a very direct, specific interest in the software.
it's often really hard to contribute to OSS outside of that "someone with money specifically wants this to happen" framework, for a few reasons:
* you probably don't have any good idea of "where to start" or what the project's needs are. like, "contribute to Linux"βwhere? doing what? is someone already working on that? would your proposed idea require the agreement of several major maintainers, or involve a rewiring of a major subsystem, etc? a good open source project will have guidance for getting stuff running on your system, but not for navigating all the "who all is interested in this feature that i want to exist" stuff.
* "well, i'll take a starter bugβ" bzzt; the low-hanging fruit is already taken. yes, i'll save a little "write five lines to make this feature work on such-and-such browser" bug for a coworker who i know is getting started, but otherwise, like, i have someone who's mad that this thing isn't working on such-and-such browser, and it's an easy fix, so i'll fix it myself. projects don't lack starter bugs because they hate newbies; they lack starter bugs because so much work takes so long and involves so much contextual knowledge that, when we do find something that's easy to fix, we pounce at the chance to do it.
* relatedly, you'll probably have to spend a lot of time just figuring out the project's heckin codebase before you even get to write any of your own code, which can be pretty demoralizing all on its own, particularly if it's like, janky and old and legacy and shit. (peek at gcc's codebase sometime; it's a horror show!)
* so yeah, tl;dr everything that's trivial has generally already been fixed, and everything that's complicated requires learning the codebase and learning all the other times people have tried to do [x], and talking to people to figure out if your approach to [x] will work, and so on... and that's all even without a guaranteed payoff at the end! like, maybe the maintainer just doesn't want to bother keeping an ARM machine around to test shit on ARM, so then they don't even merge your beautiful pull request that implements ARM support. rip.
i always felt like an idiot that i wasn't able to contribute to OSS before i got my first job, because, what was i, some idiot, not able to leap into random codebases and produce beautiful desirable features from scratch? and then once i started working i was like, oh, god, i wasn't an idiot at all, this is just... a lot of work!
if you'd like to contribute to OSS without getting a job in it, i do think that's possible, to be clear. it's just (1) not generally for inexperienced folks, and (2) you should choose your project with some care. like, if you're interested in Linux, "fix bugs that syzkaller produces" would honestly be an OK place to get started, but that requires enough know-how to know about syzkaller in the first place, and most very large projects don't have something like that. instead i'd generally recommend looking at medium-to-small projects that are active and un(der)fundedβe.g., dolphin (the gamecube emulator) tends to be very open to hobbyists, and has some low-hanging fruit just by virtue of, everyone's doing this in their spare time so they can't get to everything. there's a few django plugins that are similar. stuff like that. but it's super demoralizing to read forum shitposters like "yeah just get started by contributing to kubernetes!" because, lmao, holy fuck that's such a big and political project, no, don't waste your time unless your getting paid for it!
#this is... not even touching the whole OTHER can of worms of like#software merely being open source doesn't automatically make it good or magic or freedom or whatever#somehow a lot of free software verbiage and ideals got hijacked by various corporate interests#i mean it's not like open source is automatically *evil* either just#the whole prima facie contributing-to-google's-shit-for-free-makes-the-planet-better thing#just tweaks me a lil bit lol
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Chapter 6: From Irritation to Interrogation
And just like that, weβre friends, Jamie and I. Itβs strange how quickly you can go from strangers to acquaintances to friends. After that walk in the park, something seems to have clicked with us, thereβs an ease in our friendship that doesnβt happen too often. Despite our vastly different upbringings, we have many things in common: a shared love of irreverent comedy, a fondness for very good quality chocolate and wine and a determination to succeed in our chosen careers.
Of course, it helps that we donβt have the whole fancying-sexual-tension-romantic thing lurking in the background. As Iβve said before, Jamie is not my type and, judging by the pictures on his Facebook timeline, I am definitely not his, which appears to be doe-eyed, tanned, petite blondesβ their pneumatic breasts frequently struggling to break free from their restraints. No tall, wild-haired brunettes with only-slightly-above-average breasts usually firmly encased in sensible lingerie.
I may even invite him to Geillisβ wedding as my plus one. Weβll see. I donβt think Iβll be dating by then, I quite fancy a few months without any of those complications.
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One of lifeβs pleasures, for me, when Iβm not on-call, is to walk to the local newsagents on a Sunday morning for the newspaper. If itβs fine, itβs another opportunity to sit on my balcony and read it at my leisure. A mug of freshly brewed coffee and a cinnamon bun enhances this experience.
Today, itβs not so fine, but sitting on my sofa while listening to the rain pounding against the window is pretty good too. Iβm just about to start the crossword when my phone rings. I quickly swallow my mouthful of bun and glance at the screenβprivate number. I offer up a silent prayer that itβs not the hospital as I answer it.
βClaire Beauchamp?β The female voice sounds familiar.
βYes.β I answer cautiously.
βJesβ a wee word of warning. Karma can be a bitch, ye ken.β The voice grows louder and angrier. I recognise that tone, last heard berating Jamie. βYeβll get what ye deserve. Ye canna trust James Fraser, but yeβll find out soon enoughβthe hard way, like I didβ¦ thanks tae ye.β
βLook, Iββ I begin, but before I can finish my sentence, sheβs gone.
My initial reaction is irritation. Laoghaire, no doubt looking around for someone to blame for her recent break up, has cast me in the role of home wrecker, clearly using my carefully honed feminine wiles to lure Mr. Fraser from her clutches. Like Frank, she canβt quite believe that anyone could break up with her, without there being another waiting in the wings, ready and willing to take her place.
My irritation dissipates as I begin to see the funny side of this. Sheβs obviously thought long and hard about thisβchecking his Facebook friends, keeping records of his phone calls when they were together. Perhaps she sees herself as Jennifer Aniston against my Angelina. I hope Jamie can see this for what it is and laugh. Besides, in this scenario, that makes Jamie what? Brad Pitt?
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Two days later, Jamie and I have arranged to have a quick drink after work in a mutually convenient bar. Summer has not yet returned to the city. Whilst not actually raining, the air is damp and thereβs a definite nip in the air. I do a cursory check of the outdoor seating, just to see whether Jamie is heroically braving the elements, but thereβs no sign of him.
I make my way into the bar and have a quick walk around before snagging a corner table. The seats are comfortable and itβs in a prime position for me to keep an eye out for his arrival. This bar has always been one of my favourites in the city. It feels grounded, like itβs been here forever. The stone walls and dark oak beams are unchanging and watching the inebriated trying to negotiate the uneven wooden floor on their way to the toilets always makes for good entertainment. In fact, people come from miles around to marvel at its very crookedness.
I check my phone for any messages. Thereβs one from Geillis, accepting my invitation for girlsβ night on Friday at my flat. I reply and put the phone down just in time to see Jamie heading toward me. Heβs obviously come straight from work as heβs still in his navy blue suit and white shirt. Iβve come straight from work too but am not nearly so smartly dressed. Having worn my blue scrubs all day, Iβm now clad in jeans and a wrap around top which used to be orange, but has faded to a light amber colour. I feel somewhat underdressed next to him.
βDrink?β He asks, before even sitting down.
I nod. βIβm parched. Think Iβll have a shandy, please.β
βLager shandy? Half pint?β
βBitter,β I clarify, not being a great believer in girlie drinks. βAnd pint.β
He returns a couple of minutes later with a pint and a packet of crisps in each hand.
He takes a huge slug of beer. βSae, what do ye ken? Whatβs new wiβ ye?β
And so, I recount my day of surgery to him. And, bless him, he looks interested all the way through my narration. He does turn a bit pale as I begin to explain my use of the bone mallet and chisel, and his crisps remain untouched, but he soldiers through.
βIn other news,β I change the subject as his colour returns and he rips the crisps open. βI had an anonymous phone call from your ex, warning me about you and blaming me for your break up. But, never fear, Iβll get whatβs coming to me when you do the same to meββ
A bout of coughing from Jamie breaks into my conversation. Β I get up and thump his back a couple of times. The coughing stops as he takes a swig of beer.
βSorry,β he clears his throat and continues. βCrisp stuck in ma throat. She did what? How does she ken who ye are?β
βPresumably she kept a record of your phone calls and is monitoring your Facebook friends. Maybe you need to check your phone, see if sheβs set up any other little apps so she can track where you are or what youβre doing.β
He shakes his head. βAye, Iβll do that. I canna believe she would go tae such lengths. Althoughβ¦β he pauses for a moment. β... mebbe I can. She was always the, er, suspicious typeβasking me about women at work, convinced they were ready tae pounce on me. Perhaps Iβm not the best judge of character, Claire. Ye need tae advise me.β
I laugh. βOk. Iβll be your wingman, if you like. Or vet all your potential girlfriends. How about that?β
Jamie joins in with the laughter. His eyes twinkle and itβs funny the way he wrinkles his nose as he laughs.
βHow about you? Howβre the Spanish influenced dinners going? What are you up to?β I ask him.
βThe plans are going grand. Weβve three dinner options planned out.β As usual, his face lights up as he explains the various menus to me.
βThey all sound delicious. Iβm looking forward to trying them.β And that's the truth.
βWeel, funny ye should mention that. We are looking fer people willing tae test them. How about it? Fancy trying one out? This week, mebbe? Free, of course.β
My weekend plans are getting better and better. Girlsβ night at my flat could be turning into a bit of a Spanish fiesta, a mini replay of our Barcelona trip.
βIβd love that. Thanks. Iβm having Geillis, Mary and Anna βround on Friday for a catch up. I could give you their opinion on the meal too.β
Jamie types something into his phone. βGreat, Iβll sort it. So, good weekend plans then?β
βOh yes, what about you?β
βOh, Iβve got a sort of date type thing,β he mumbles into his pint and, to my surprise he goes a little bit red. Is he worried about telling me? Does he think that I will mind?
βThatβs nice...isnβt it?β
βI dinna ken, really. Iβ¦ I suppose so. Itβs ma sister, Jennyβs, idea. Β A friend of hers from university. Ma sister canna quite believe that Iβm noβ yet married and she keeps trying tae make it happen. And Jenny, weel, letβs jesβ say that sheβs a force of nature. Ye dinna want tae mess wiβ her.β
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Iβm not exactly the most gifted cook, but I think it would be hard to go wrong with the box of food and wine that Jamie has delivered. The asparagus is waiting to be cooked, the mouth-watering smell from the simmering Β chicken and chorizo fills my flat and bowls of juicy Spanish olivesβ some plain and some with garlic and chilli are dotted about the dinner table. Feeling inspired, I root out a large jug and begin to cut up fruit for sangria.
Like alcohol-seeking missiles, Iβve no sooner prepared the sangria when the doorbell rings. With many hugs, Geillis, Mary, Anna and I greet each other. I accept their gifts of wine, chocolate and flowers as we head into the flat.
As usual, everyone gravitates to the kitchen as I pass the drinks around, complimenting me on the wonderful aromas. Geillisβ stomach rumbles in eager anticipation.
When the four of us are together, the conversation flows as freely as the wine. Honestly, you would swear that we had not seen each other for months, when, in fact, I saw Anna on Tuesday in theatre, and squeezed in a coffee catch-up with Mary and Geillis only two days ago. The topics we cover are wide-ranging and random. Sangria and olives are accompanied by Annaβs search for a new flat, then the conversation turns to the destructive tendencies of Maryβs kitten as I serve the asparagus and Serrano ham starter.
For the main course, we have the tale of Geillisβ father refusing to wear a kilt for her weddingβhe is prepared to don tartan trews but, according to Geillis, that will spoil the whole symmetry of the wedding photos. Neither, at the moment, seem willing to back down but, having known Geillis for so many years, itβs obvious to me who will win.
By the time I bring out the selection of Spanish biscuits and turrΓ³n, the conversation has moved on to men, more specifically Maryβs crush on a locum doctor newly arrived in the department. Thereβs a lot of good natured teasing about thisβMary seems to develop a new crush every couple of weeks, and why not?
Geillis drains her wine and turns to me. βFantastic meal, Claire. Better than yer usual offerings.β
She pulls me close to her as she says this, and squeezes my arm to show sheβs joking.
βWell, I have to confess. I did have a bit of assistance. I mean, I did the cooking, apart from the cookies, but everything came from FraserFood.β
βIn that case, give me those chocolates back. Iβm noβ sure yeβve earned them.β
βBut I have,β I moan. βI did all the cookingβ¦and made sangria.β I reach across Geillis and help myself to another biscuit. They are melt-in-the-mouth delicious.
βItβs part of a new range theyβre launching,β I try to explain as Anna and Mary start to squabble over the last biscuit. βThree course dinner party boxes. Everything you need. Jamie asked if I would test one of them outββ
Immediately Anna and Mary shut up, the last biscuit now abandoned on the plate.
βWoo-hoo,β Anna grins at me.
Geillis nudges me in the ribs. βJamie, is it? And what else has Jamie given ye, eh?β
βNothing, weβre friends, thatβs it.β
βBut weβve seen pictures of him. Donβt ye want there tae be more tae it? I mean, cβmon look at him.β Now Mary joins in the questioning.
I sigh. βWe can just be friends, you know.β
βFriends with benefits, mebbe?β Geillis isnβt giving up.
βNo, just friends. Althoughβ¦β my friends lean forward expectantly, perhaps awaiting some heartfelt confession from me, as if Iβd suddenly realised my undying love, or, at least, a good bit of lust for Mr. Fraser. Theyβre going to be disappointed.
β...Although, I suppose you could say this free food and drink is a benefit. So,yes, I guess that makes us friends with benefits.β
Anna and Geillis look as if they donβt believe me, but say nothing. Mary isnβt prepared to drop the subject.
βSo,β she starts. βSo, suppose I meet yerββ
βNot mine,β I mutter under my breath.
Mary shrugs her shoulders and continues, ββyer Jamie Fraser. And suppose he asks me out and one thing leads tae anotherβ¦ yeβre telling us that ye wouldna mind?β
βNo, I wouldnβt mind. Might be a bit awkward if you break up. I mean, can I still be friends with both of you?β
Geillis, laughing, joins in now. βSuppose our Mary marries Jamie Fraser and asks ye tae be a bridesmaid. Would ye mind then?β
I pretend to give this some thought. βAh, now that does depend. Just how awful will the bridesmaid dress be, Mary?β
βOch, just hideous. Weβll be having a Disney themed wedding.β
All talking and laughing at once, we try to decide which would be the worst Disney outfit for a bridesmaid and finally settle on Moana.
I get up from the table to go and make coffee, but not before making one final statement on the whole platonic situation with Jamie.
βLook, I know itβs hard to believe, but I have no romantic interest in Jamie and neither does he. In fact, he told me that heβs got a date this weekend and thatβs totally fine with me.β
Geillis grabs my hand in passing. βOk, as long as yeβre fine. We jesβ dinna want ye getting hurt, Claire. We love ye too much fer that.β
I smile at my closest friends gathered around my table and feel a rush of warmth and love for them too. Theyβre my family, these girls, and, for all the joking and teasing, they have my best interests at heart.
βI know. Thank you for looking out for me. But, Jamie and I are friends, nothing more.β
And with that I head into the kitchen, giving Anna, Mary and Geillis, no doubt, the opportunity to continue to speculate about Jamieβs and my friendship. But really I donβt mind, theyβll get fed up soon enough when they see Iβve been telling the truth all along.
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Forbidden starfruit
Chapter 2/5
Summary: Next day bliss.
Warnings: Wetting his Whistle, Taking a trip to pound town, but seriously nsfw
< Chapter 1
Y/N woke up Kylo Ren's annoying distorted voice commanding her to return to base. The sun was gently shining through the round window making the covers warm and nice, but her lover was missing from bed. She stretched her limbs still feeling the remnant of the afterglow, gaze searching for the man in question. Poe was standing with his back towards her, pants already on. Bummer, she was hoping for a lazy morning in bed, Kylo could wait. It had been so long since she felt such chemistry with someone and she didn't know when or if she'd see him again. She smiled, eyes tracing the muscles on his back, his shoulders tense. She had a few ideas on how to relax him.
"Come back t-" He spun around so quickly she actually flinched out of reflex, mind already grasping for the Force. His words were sharp and loud. Not how she imagined the morning would be going.
"You're with the First Order!" Her heart sank at the tone in his voice. She hadn't kept it from him intentionally, it was just not a very good conversation starter... or first impression for that matter. But she gathered now that maybe it hadn't been such a good idea this time around. He looked devastated, eyes blown out in shock. Had he lost someone to the First Order? It was not impossible with the rate they were killing people left and right.
"Yeah, I was hoping it wouldn't be a big deal..." Most people were afraid when they found out, but Poe seemed furious, his fists tight around the fabric of his T-shirt, nostrils flaring with every breath.
"Wouldn't be... is this some kind of game to you??" He was shouting now, took a step forward, but backed away immediately, then just paced to the other side of the room, eyes never leaving her like she'd pounce on him at any moment. Well, she wanted to pounce on him, maybe ride his 'blaster' for a while, but he was making such a fuss about it it was ruining her mood.
"What? N-"
"Was this the trap all along??" Constantly interrupting her was not helping his case either. "No, it can't be, that monster said you dealt with the traitor." Poeβs eyes lit up, mouth hanging, and she had to suppress the sigh and eyeroll combo. "You... the informant..." She wasn't sure if his little ramble was meant to be said out loud, but it gave her the insight she needed. She pinched the bridge of her nose - the morning was definitely not going the way she hoped now.
"You're with the Resistance. Of course." It was just her luck if she was being honest with herself. For how much she valued her power and independence, shit rarely actually went her way. Why couldn't have Poe been just a random freighter pilot like he said? Maybe would have even agreed to join the First Order with her, the pay was good for transport services... It hit her too a moment later, wide eyes fixing on his handsome face. "Well fuck... Poe! As in star Resistance pilot Poe Dameron?" She took his silence as answer enough, her laughter filling in the small space. What were the odds? She couldn't help the flirty line as she eyed the half naked man up and down once more, seeing him in an entirely new light. "The stories don't do you justice."
"Stop it!" He recoiled so fast it only made her smile grow. She wondered what was going on in his head. He didn't look scared, maybe just surprised and perhaps just a little bit disappointed, like she was. But it was good news, they were surely going to meet again, even if they'd have to keep their trysts a secret. At the end of they day they were both just two adults having some fun.
"Look, we don't have to make this awkward."
"You're crazy."
She slipped out of bed, the sheet covering her body falling and she stood naked a few paces away from him. The soft morning light beamed around her from behind like a halo. He was playing tough, but his traitorous body flinched when she drew closer, his eyes straining to stay on her face. He still wanted her, but hated it. She was going to make this hard for him. Y/n placed her hand on his cheek and traced it slowly to the back of his neck pulling him to her, so close her breath sent chills on his skin.
"I may as well be, but remind me who's head was buried between my legs last night?"
"It was a mistake." His voice was low, his defenses slipping.
"But it felt so good!" She let out the last words in little gasps, lips pressing gently over his jaw, following down his neck and over this collarbone, greedy fingers traveling all over his abs and sides before tugging at his pants. He sucked in a breath, hands clasping around her arms in protest, but didn't push her away. It was kind of cute, his internal struggle so obvious on his face. "One last time can't hurt anybody."
Her hands worked painfully slow at his pants, lips barely breaking contact with his skin as she nipped and kissed her way down his toned chest. Fabric out of the way, she stroke his hardening member, a gruff moan escaping the pilot. She felt his fingers flex around her arms, loosening right before the grip was back in full force. The battle between his mind and his dick was exhilarating, never had she wanted to make a man submit so much, let her have her way with him. It was a win-win scenario anyway, why resist at all?
She was in a weird position, halfway to crouching, just as far as his hold allowed her. Her hand cupped his balls, teeth nipping at the skin just below his left pec and his resolve crumbled, head rolling backwards. She wasted no time, slipping through his fingers and kneeling before him. She gave his now throbbing cock a lick from base to tip, his hands wrapping in her hair. She thought he might try to pull her away, but he gathered her hair with gentle strokes in a loose ponytail, prying the loose strands from her face. There eyes met and she knew she had him, flustered cheeks and brows furrowed, mouth gasping for air, watching her expectantly. She gave his dick a few more cheeky licks before taking it all in, throat relaxed and eyes never leaving his.
Cheeks hollowed, she sucked on it like she knew best, one hand massaging his balls, the other firmly pressed to the back of his thigh, nails pressing in the taunt muscles. He was panting, gaze burning with lust, hips buckling ever so slightly when she pressed her tongue along his shaft. He was breathtaking, a parallel to the night before when he had her pressed against the door, his mouth on her core. The memory of his lips on her and the sight of him ignited her from within, her hand traveling to rub her aching clit.
She let his dick out of her mouth with a pop and lowered her eyes to admire him in his full glory, but before she knew it he was pulling her in his arms, legs wrapped around his waist for support. His eyes met hers again, his pupils blown and breath ragged, but she couldn't focus for long and his thick member stroke against her dripping folds. A moan escaped her lips, her head falling back as he shoved his dick inside her roughly. His head fell on the same spot from the previous night, on the crook of her neck, and sucked on the still tender flesh. He pressed her against the wall, adjusting his grip on her thigs and pulled back until just the tip was still inside her, only to push in with renewed vigor. The pace quickened, turning into a heavy rhythm, so different and yet the same. It was still lustful, she could still feel the desire, the spark between them, but also his anger. Her arms circled around his neck, one hand fisting into his messy hair. He groaned on her skin, biting her shoulder, the pain mixing in with the pleasure. She thought she forgot to breath for a moment, his dick hitting that sweet spot one last time before the rapture came over her like a wave, radiating from her core, every nerve in her body sparking to life in its wake. She was vaguely aware of his arms tightening around her as his last thrusts became uneven.
They stayed like that for a while catching their breaths, his dick still inside and head still hiding on her shoulder, skin against skin sweaty and hot. Her eyes fell on his mouth when he finally pulled away. He had such perfect lips. She untangled her fingers from his hair, nails scraping gently. She caressed his cheek, thumb tracing his lips, moist and swollen. He almost leaned into her touch. Almost.
She smiled, but she felt it didn't quite reach her eyes, and untangled herself from him. They dressed in silence, Y/N sighing a few times. No sexy morning shower together then. She cleaned herself the best she could, but she'd still need to sneak in the bath before her training with Kylo. She stole glanced at the pilot, admiring his form, the way his muscles flexed when he pulled the T-shirt over his head. The thought of him in his X-wing, orange jumpsuit fully zipped open, cock standing in full attention. What a sight that would be! She sighed again and took her long hooded coat out of the drawer and wrapped herself in it. She saw him watching her from the corner or her eye as she swiftly clasped her lightsaber belt, the black leather hanging oddly on the satin dress beneath. She took the holopad and few other possessions and turned towards Poe, mustering a smile. His eyes were glued to the First Order badge on her cape's shoulder. Why was he making shit so awkward?
"Well, until next time, fly boy." She cringed bit at her own words, the thought of meeting him during a battle somewhere flashing in her mind. He grabbed her by the arm as she went to pass him by, his grip firm but not constricting. His gaze was piercing, as if he wanted to see inside her soul. Cute, but it didn't work quite like that. Mind reading was a more complex art.
"Did you kill him?" Her brows furrowed, chin lifting in defiance. Was everyone in the Resistance so naΓ―ve?
"If you mean the traitor then of course." His face fell at her answer, but she felt her blood boil. She had half a mind to rip him a new one, who did he think he was? Self righteous bastard! She smiled instead a dark little smirk and added with more venom than she intended. "Let's not ruin a perfect morning." She ripped herself from his hold with ease and rushed out of the room. Anger did not look good on her, it was one of the emotions she did not particularly enjoy. She took a little detour both to calm herself down and to make sure she wasn't followed. The Resistance had that annoying habit of finding itself where it shouldn't.
Tali was waiting for her on the ship. It was jut a bit smaller than Kylo's command shuttle, his ego always pushing to prove he was above her. But that was Snoke's plan, wasn't it? To pit them against one another until he'd eventually snap and try to kill her. She hoped he wouldn't, but lately she was not so sure.
"Sooooooo, how was it?" The other woman's excitement died down when she saw her face. "That bad, huh?" Tali was a sweetheart, clearly not cut out for the life of constant murder and backstabbing, born in a line of ex-empire followers and pushed into the grips of the First Order by her family. For the glory of the former Empire! Y/N imagined they would shout a speech even Hux would be proud of. The less she knew, the safer she'd be, even if it unfortunately meant Y/N could not vent to her friend too much about Poe.
"Eh, he got all squeamish when he found out I was First Order."
"I'm sorry."
"Sex was great though." She giggled, the sound making Y/N smile as well.
"Not to be the bearer of bad news, but Commander Ren is, um, angry." Ah, poor baby was throwing a temper tantrum again. It was sad how se seemed to want her attention and her demise all at once.
"We should get going then..."
One jump into hyperspace and a quick shower later, Y/N made her way into the training room. She had her full uniform on, the mix of leather and soft fabric like a second skin, but she kept the helmet under her arm. Kylo was already in the center of the ring, oozing wrath like some sith lord in the legends of old. It was goin to be an intend training session.
"You're late."
"Hhhm... Hutts are ugly." He stared at her like she had grown a second head. "I thought we were stating random truths." He ignored her quip and stalked closer to her, fidgeting with the lightsaber in his hand.
"What took you so long?"
"I took a little time off for a night of drinks and debauchery. You should try it once in a while, great stress reliever." He snarled, the crackling noise of his weapon his only reply.
They clashed, red against red, his saber frizzling, hers smooth. She had to steer clear of his cross-guard, burning angrily like the rest of his sword, but hers was also dangerous, a circle of sharp, unforgiving metal. He charged at her in a frenzy, each strike less coordinate, desperate. She parried and dodged, always meeting him halfway, but never pushing back. He was a raging inferno, she was a leaf in the wind. Something was clearly eating at him and she doubted it had much to do with her. What had Snoke gotten into his head now? One of his swings came awfully close to her face, the heath from the lightsaber pinching at her cheek. Would he really do it? Strike her?
She was growing tired of just stepping out of the way, but he did not show any signs of slowing down. If anything, he was was becoming more erratic, his moves harder to predict. He jabbed at her, shouting now, seething. But he'd never actually hit her... would he?
She saw a small opening, a chance to strike back and she took it before she could think twice, her muscles tiring and aching for a break. His eyes widened, but before her lightsaber got even remotely close, she felt the familiar grip of the Force around her limbs, pinning her to the spot. She could have fought against it, but the man before her seemed to cool down, if only just barely. His lightsaber was still on, it's jagged pattern casting dancing shadows on his clothes.
"How are you better when you're not even trying?" He freed her from his hold, lightsaber back on his belt, and she in turn released a shaky breath.
"Oh, I am trying not to get stabbed, you can get pretty scary. I'm actually not entirely convinced you wouldn't cut me down if you had the chance... but I'm just not taking it so seriously."
"Not taking what seriously?"
"The First Order, Snoke, the sith code, any of it."
"But you're training to be sith." He was looking at her again with that same expression, somewhere between irate and impressed, curious yet exasperated. She was sith, but the code spoke to her in different ways.
"If 'there is only passion' shouldn't we enjoy life a little more? It says nothing about being miserable and angry all the time. Or following the orders of a wrinkled ballsack..." He actually chuckled and she considered it a small victory so she went on, inching closer to him. "'Through victory my chains are broken. The Force shall set me free.' Do you feel free, Kylo Ren?"
"I've never felt so lost." She placed her hand on his shoulder. She remembered him when they were younger, in Luke's jedi camp. He seemed happy then, she thought he'd make a great jedi one day, worried even that he'd be the one to chase her down after she left. Never would she have guessed he'd come recruit her for the First Order years later.
"You should listen more to yourself and less to the ones around you." She meant Snoke, but saying his name felt like summoning a demon sometimes. She squeezed before taking her hand off, but was surprised when he engulfed her in his arms, caging her against his chest in an iron grip. She sighed and patted him on the back, almost felt bad for the sucker, when she felt the hilt of his lightsaber just below her ribs. He'd only have to turn in on now. He inched away, his steady gaze meeting her own, a smile playing on his lips. The pressure of the saber went away the next second. He ruffled her hair like he used to do when they were both naΓ―ve little padawans, in what seemed like a lifetime ago.
"I'd never cut you down, Y/N." But that was exactly why Snoke was keeping her around, couldn't he see? How could they still pretend to be friends when one of them was always going to die at the hand of the other? This was more than some misplaced sibling rivalry! She was sith, but even she could admit that the stupid 'rule of two' was ridiculous and outdated. The code was a guideline, each generation seeming to interpret it to their own needs. So why were listening to that overpowered morsel? Why were they playing along to revive the Empire's glory when it had obviously failed once? But he seemed so naΓ―ve sometimes, placing such trust in someone like that old scrotum. She was reminded of the Resistance and their own innocent dreams. Could she still pull Kyl- Ben out of Snoke's grasp?
"Let's go another round."
"Fine, but then we sneak off to Nar Shaddaa, get some drinks, maybe get into a barfight, kill some bandits. Deal?" He shook his head, but there was a glimmer in his eyes as he took stance for attack.
Y/N didn't know if it had been then that she decided. It might have been in the back of her head since that day he came as Kylo Ren and offered her a place in the First Order, but it was in that moment when he charged at her, the childlike joy back in his dark eyes, that she swore she was going to get him away from Snoke's influence.
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Ready Set COOK!
A/N have this random ass fic I cranked out cause I watched some food network. I hope you all enjoy this as much as I did writing it!
"Y/N is arguable the best cook in the dorms." Mina says salivating over the thought of dinner as 1A figures out what they are going to try to convince you to make.
"Tch. Yea fucking right. I cook the best!" Bakugou chimes in suddenly flipping through the channels with fever.
"Ha!" You laugh dryly, "Maybe when I'm having a bad day."
He grinds his teeth as he glares at you, channel surfing forgotten.
"Let's settle this." He snarls although he barely moves from his lounging position.
"How do you declare we do that spicy boi?" A hush suddenly falls over the room at your most recent and his most hated nickname.
Explosions threaten to pop but the TV blares before he can.
"THIS WEEK ON COOK OFF!"
"OH OH!" Kirishima pipes in, jumping up to point at the TV frantically.
"Fuck no." Bakugou bites out, sending daggers the red heads way.
"Oh come on Bakugou it will be fun!" He whines only to be shut down again. This time with an explosion. The hot head jumps to his feet with smoking hands.
"I SAID FUCK NO!"
"Why? Too scared you'll get your ass kicked?" You prompt, looking at your nails as you speak. He stalks your way leaning over you as you sit on the couch.
"I'm too scared you'll lose so badly you'll have to commit seppuku to regain your honor." The tension is palpable in the large living room, making some of the students feel small from its weight.
"Oh so you admit you worry about me?" You say in your most flirtatious voice, placing your hand onto his shoulder because you love to get under his skin. He jerks back with crazed eyes.
"I don't give a fuck about any of you extras!"
"Good! Now we need judges. Todoroki?" You ask but Bakugou shakes his head.
"His palette is as expanded as a fucking toddler's." The ash blonde shakes his head, "Mother fucker eats cold soba for breakfast lunch AND dinner."
"Ouch." An invisible arrow pierces the two toned boy in the chest.
"Well..." You look around the room, "It can't be biased..."
"Deku? Oh no wait then you'll use him as an *excuse* when you lose." You giggle, his cheeks burn from the sound.
"Fuck you and fuck Deku." He snarls, "What about Shinso?"
"Aaahh that's a good one. He hates everyone equally." You chime in, placing your hand in your chin as you look over your peers.
"Wow glad you noticed." He rolls his amethyst eyes although he does not object.
"Oh Denki!" You point at the electric
"OMG YES MY TIME TO SHINE BABY!" He fists his hands into the pants of your legs, so happy to be included.
"NO! Not pikachu! His brain is FRIED!" Bakugou snarls and Denki let's out a sad 'hey' while a crocodile tear rolls down his cheek.
"Yes, that's what would make him the best wild card! You'll never know what he's gonna think!" You absentmindedly let your hand pet over the curve of his skull.
Part of you wonders if suggesting him is a bad idea. Your eyes flicker to the TV just to see someone asking the sweating chefs what they are planning.
"Kirishima can be the host!" You say with excitement, "Now we just need one more judge. Someone who likes to eat."
Silence settles over the room aside from the now low roar of the TV
"I've got it!" Your new ruby eyed host pipes in, "I'll ask Sun Eater senpai!"
"He's so meek. How are you going to get him to agree?" You ask as a some what devilish smile crosses his face.
"Oi, I forgot you came in after. Poor guy got pestered by shitty hair until he said yes to taking him to his agency." Bakugou crosses his arms.
"We'll compete tomorrow! I've got to prepare!" You stare after Kirishima who runs to get his phone, you cant see him bullying someone into helping him.
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You had never been proven more wrong as you stand in the dorms over sized kitchen in front of the panel of judges.
Shinso who looks bored, Denki who reminds you of a kid hopped up on sugar and a petrified Tamaki.
"Welcome chefs!" Kirishima announces, it's funny how quickly he made the kitchen look much like the studio. Even forcing you and Bakugou into real chef jackets while Kirishima wears one of his suits.
"Oi, you really went all out." He growls, somehow making the compliment sound like an insult. You roll your eyes before you let them linger over Bakugou. Much like you he wears the black jacket with the sleeves rolled to the elbows, he has a towel resting over a broad shoulder.
Somehow this outfit makes your cheeks burn. You swallow, looking out over the "live" audience, aka class 1A with every chair they could find in the dorm piled into the smallest part of the kitchen.
Sitting on the edges of their seats.
"Today the two of you will be placed head to head agaisnt one another to become UA's top chef!" Kirishima announces with gusto even earning a small cheer from the audience.
"Tonights prize does not only include bragging rights BUT this!" He gestures widely to the obviously paper mache trophy, Bakugou snorts.
"Really? You could have asked Momo over there?" He points in the dark and Kirishima blushes a bit. Although he is saved as Momo walks towards the front, not breaking the attire with her long sleep dress that looks more like a ball room gown. Kirishima thanks her silently before punching the old trophy off with the new one.
"Who will when this amazing trophy and the title of UA's top chef?" Kirishima looks to the audience before adding, "Let's find out!"
"Contestants, today's challenge is broken down into three parts. Appetizer, entree and dessert! The three dishes must meld flawlessly with one another! You have ten minutes to look over the ingredients and come up with a meal plan. Starting.....now!"
The two of you jump, pulling open at the two large fridges behind you to be met with an array of vegetables and meats.
"Are they like timed?" Shinso asks, as he twirls his fork.
"Good question, Shinso. Yes each portion of the competition will be timed!"
As you begin to put together your game plan you rush towards the pantry. Fear making you hesitate, the pantry was mostly empty just yesterday.
"Oi! Open the fucking door!" A yell behind you before you rip open the cabinet with blatant rage.
Surprisingly the pantry is popping at the seams, ingredients pop out at you that you hastily grab.
"Chefs your time is up! You have fifteen minutes to begin prepare your first dish! GO!"
Excitement pushes your body into motion as you slice bacon strips down the middle. Your thoughts compete with the vigorous chopping from the station next to you as you delicately wrap sliced puff pastry around the now bacon wrapped asparagus.
"Chef Bakugou what are you preparing?"
"Use your fucking eyes." He growls, adding something to a bowl.
"Hey..." Kirishima sounds crestfallen, almost hurt and its hurt enough for Katuski to sigh.
"Alright alright. I'll tell you. Stop pouting!" He chops into a radish harshly to emphasize his point before going on.
"I believe its important to go a little on the lighter side for a starter. Almost refreshing cleanses the palette." Your ears perk at his deep voice as you pull your starter from the oven, "So I'm making a radish and cucumber salad with rice vinager and chili flakes for a small kick."
"It looks wonderful chef!" Kirshima comments before adding, "Five minutes to plate!"
"Shit..." You hiss to yourself as you delicately arrange your asparagus twists, while popping hands roast sesame seeds in an instant before tossing them into the salad.
The two if you plate, arrange and present until kirishima finally shouts
"TIMES UP! STEP AWAY FROM THE PLATES!" Both of you back away with raised hands.
"First up. Y/N-chan." Kirishima says happily as the judges look over their food.
Shinso takes a bite first.
"Flavorful. Savory. Its delicious." Is all he offers as he eats his second.
"Kaminari?" Kirishima prompts. Denki is smiling ear to ear before a rare seriousness washes over his features as he chews.
"I dont like asparagus." He states with a harsh tone.
"IM FUCKED!" You scream internally.
"But you've made me like it."
"IM UNFUCKED!"
Kaminari takes another bite, thinking it over
"The puff pastry is airy and buttery and surprisingly the bacon is crispy without your vegetable drying out. Very well done."
You glance at Bakugou who mouths
"Is he fucking Gorden Ramsey now?" To which you giggle.
"Tamaki senpai, please do not judge on usefulness for your quirk but by taste." Kirishima encourages as Tamaki almost shrinks away. He takes a bite before smiling.
"I..its delicious. Togata would enjoy this."
"Next up Bakugou!"
"Nice kick, cool cuc flavor. I like it." Shinso nods to Bakugou as he makes a mark in on the pad provided.
"Honestly, Chef Katsuki. I was really worried about the heat level when I saw your heavy handed toss of pepper flakes into the salad. But the flakes really bring out the tang of the rice vinager, the smoky flavor of the sesame seed while the radish and cucumber take the edge away *just* enough." Kaminari says before taking another bite, scribbling as he chews.
This time Bakugou looks to you and you laugh aloud at his bewildered scarlet eyes.
"Just got with it!" You call from your station. Struggling to keep your giggle.
Who knew confusion could look so cute?
"Its just the right amount of spice. Togata would enjoy this."
"Take your station, Katsuki as we will now begin the main course. You have thirty five minutes to prepare!"
Time ticks by faster than you'd like as your watched pot of water finally boils. You add in chopped golden potatoes setting a timer before butter flying your chicken breasts for a more even cook and better grilled sear.
Bakugou works furiously with his steak, pounding at it to quickly tenderize it, adding an aromatic garlic herb butter to a heated pan. He swirls the melting blob until it coats the bottom of the pan.
Both of you are about to start your meats before Kirishima breaks your concentration.
"Chefs! I've found an ingredient you HAVE to incorporate into your main dish." He presents a rectangular package that has you seething.
"KIRISHIMA WHAT THE FUCK?!" You both yell in unison, slamming your meats on your cutting boards.
"Dry packs of ramen noodles!" He announces in case either of you couldn't read the damn packaging!
"What the fuck?" Is all the two of you can say as you're tossed the package of ramen noodles. You stare at your dish, you couldn't easily shift your meal plan into Asian like Bakugou could thanks to his universal salad. The dishes had to be cohesive and you had fucking POTATOES BOILING TO BE MASHED
You stare almost stunned as the red rectangle stares back at you.
You hated ramen.
Meanwhile Bakugou grumbles to himself as he slices his steak into thin strips, adding ginger, a bit of sesame seed oil, green onion and some beef broth to boil.
He tosses in the package of ramen.
"This is cheap shit." He grumbles to himself before adding the steak in a few moments later slamming a lid onto the pan. He was lucky he picked a deep pan as opposed to his original idea of a shallow one.
"Half of the time is remaining chefs!"
"Perfect!" You slam your fist into your palm as you make haste. Quickly grabbing eggs, milk, flour and the food processor.
You begun to crush the noodles until they become a fine grain.
"Eji do we have to use the stupid flavor packet?"
"Fucking why would you ask?!" Bakugou snarls your way, ruby red eyes slide to the panel.
"Judges?"
"No." They answer in unison and you both sigh in relief. For you it would have been hard to incorporate to your sudden idea of fried chicken while the flavoring would be too salty and undercut the flavor building he had done for his dish.
You mash your potatoes, adding in garlic cloves, cubes of butter, a bit of season salt all before emulsifying it to a whipped state.
"Five minutes chefs!"
You begin to really sweat now, you didnt want to rush your chicken for fear of the batter not becoming crispy enough or worse yet an undercooked breast.
"Three minutes chefs!"
"Fuck! Cook chicky cook!" You mumble to the fryer, scarlet eyes shift to your bouncing frame, plating his own food, swiping juices that splatter.
"Come on plate damn it! It's done!" He shouts to you.
"You *do* care!" You tease, although your heart is in your throat as you place the chicken onto the plate, drizzling a honied mustard over the breasts.
"Like hell. It's just winning by default is boring. I want to watch them spit your food out." His voice comes out soaking in malice but his eyes say otherwise. Mischief and excitement dance along his scarlet iris.
"AND TIME!" You both step away from your plates. Breathing heavily as the two of you look down at your master pieces.
Bakugou places his hand on the small of your back to guide you in front of the panel as Kirishima grabs your dishes.
"Bakugou you're up first."
"This is not thirty cent ramen." Is all Shinso says as he slurps up the noodles before biting into the beef. No one misses his eyes flutter.
"Wow." Is all Kaminari can say chewing with delight, "Just wow. I would have thought the noodles were homemade. The beef is tender, all cooked evenly. The sauce flavorful, a hit of ginger and I'm surprised you hadn't added any heat. I would have loved to have seen a five alarm ramen from you."
Bakugou grinds his teeth to keep from shouting at his last remark.
"Togata would enjoy this."
"I'll be sure to make him a to go plate." Kirishima winks before presenting your dish.
"I never would have thought to use ramen as breeding." Purple eyes glitter as he devours the chicken.
"Me either. Its excellently light, you matured everyone's favorite honey mustard by making it with a sharper brown mustard and the potatoes are soft, beautifully whipped and garlicy!"
"This is 'southern food?'" Tamaki asks, "Togata would like it."
You smile warmly.
"Last round chefs! You'll have forty five minutes to prepare a dessert with *this* ingredient." He holds up a green can and your stomach sinks.
"Is that fucking wasabi?" Bakugou snarls, even the heat king is stunned.
"Yes chef it is. Please incorporate this ingredient into your dish. Starting...NOW!"
You stare at the green can. What in the actual fuck? Maybe you should have made a menu more geared towards Asian cuisine.
I mean you were in FUCKING JAPAN AFTER ALL.
You snatch onto the can, now was not the time to damn yourself. You could do this. You could beat Bakugou!
Even if it killed you.
You decided to taste it, youd never actually had it, just knew that it was potent.
"That's too much idiot!" Bakugou yells from his station just as your about to put a heaping teaspoon into your mouth.
"Like scoop with a chop stick." He says, showing you himself. His chopstick dips into the wasabi to return with the smallest of green.
You mimic him, popping it into your mouth as instant regret washes over you as you try to break down the components of the flavor.
It was hot with underlying notes of freshness, almost herbal as the heat began to fade.
But with that regret comes an idea.
You work vigorously grabbing all the chocolate you can find before making a batch of brownies, wasabi mixed into the batter.
Nothing was more southern than cake or a brownie.
"I'll fucking tell you what..." You finish the thought aloud as you worked.
All the while Bakugou glances to you with concerned eyes before he measures out the perfect amount of coconut milk to reduce with almond milk, a split vanilla pod, some sugar, honey and wasabi powder.
Soon his odd mixture becomes fragrant, the freshness of it competing with the richness of baking brownies.
Time ticks by too quickly as you snatch the wasabi powder from Bakugou adding the smallest amount to powdered sugar, cocoa and milk as you make the frosting to your brownies.
You feel like you're ahead of time as your plate, eyes looking over to Bakugou who is garnishing ramekins with edible flowers and flakes of coconut.
"Fuck." You murmur before pipping on some icing. Smoothing it out with a knife. Plating it as Kirishima obnoxiously counts down.
"Time!" He yells. You're shaking before glancing at Bakugou who seems nervous himself. Again he guides you to the panel, you lean into him for a bit of support.
Your heart was racing, sweat still dripping down the nape of your neck and beading on your brow.
You couldn't tell who's dishes they favored and there was a chance you could very well lose.
You'd hate to admit but Bakugou's station smelt fucking amazing all night.
"Y/N!" Kirishima smiles a wide tooth smile, "Wasabi brownies. Interesting."
"You mean fucking fire." Shinso says.
"Its astounding how the chocolate adds to the heat with out one overpowering the other. A delicate scale was balanced today."
You find Bakugou's hand by his side. giving it a squeeze to keep yourself form laughing. He leans towards you and whispers into your ear.
"Bet you're regretting adding Flavor Town onto the board."
A giggle escapes your lips that drives Katuski mad.
"Togata would love this! Please save a square for him!"
The judges cleanse their palates before moving into Bakugou's dessert.
"So delicate." Shino adds, looking down at the purple flowers.
"Watch it." He bites but you again squeeze his hand, this time whispering to him
"That means he likes it. You did an amazing job plating."
He watches you smile as you drink in their comments about *his * dish.
"I like that you start and finish things with a refreshing yet memorable dish. The edible flowers add immense color to this dish, the wasabi heightens the sweetness of the honey and the coconut flakes add a little bit of both crunch and depth. Excellent."
"So pretty..." Tamkai stares at his dessert before adding a small bite into his mouth. His eyes flutter and you know then that you've lost.
That's two different judges with different meals that he has impressed. He squeezes your hands, you look up to him expecting a smug smile only to see nervousness.
"The judges will now debate. Please sit in the waiting room while they discuss who will be UA's top chef!"
"Where the fuck is that?" The blonde snarls.
"The living room!" He whispers as you drag an agitated Bakugou with you.
The two of you sit in silence, sinking into the couches with tired bodies.
Adrenaline can do that to you. Minutes tick by before you sigh out.
"I'm pretty sure you won. You..." You gush, "Amazing. That salad looked so damn good!"
Katuski cannot help the smile that spreads across his face as he watches you sing his praises.
"Honestly your southern dishes were something new to them. That's far better and seriously ramen as a breeding? Innovative as fuck." He sags in the couch closer to you. The two of you half fighting over who really one by pointing out the best moves the other did.
Gradually gravitating closer to one another with heatedexcitement fueled by friendly competition. The two of you are butting foreheads as you argue.
"But the flowers were stunning...." The vigor in your tone dies down as you stare into something else that else stunning.
Scarlet eyes sparkle like gems in the low light of the side table lamps. Suddenly you are hyper aware of your proximity to him. You try to scoot back only for your hip to hit the arm of the couch, barely moving a centimeter. You were safely nestled between the couch and his amazingly muscular arms.
Bakugou swallows his desire as he drinks you in this close, having never realizing how pretty you actually were.
Add that to your ability to kick ass on the battle field and in the kitchen had Bakugou looking at you in a whole new light. He seems to choke on his desire as one strong hand finds the nape of your neck.
"I bet nothing tastes as delicious as your lips." He says before pressing his own to yours.
The saying alone has your body flushed and a small whimper erupts in the back of your throat as you closed your eyes.
Shit.
You liked arrogant, smart mouthed, excellent chef handsome ass Bakugou.
And now that you've tasted him, you'll never want to eat anything else again.
You kiss him back with matched passion and the two of you forget about the competition for a moment. Foot steps had the two of you breaking apart, cheeks burning brighter than the boy's hair whose entered the living room just missing everything.
"They are ready to announce the winner." He turns on his heel, expecting the two of you to follow. Both of you share a look before standing. Bakugou wraps his arm around your waist pulling you close to him so he can whisper in the cockiest tone he can muster.
"After they announce me as winner. Let me make you dessert."
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so it has finally reached the time for an OFFICIAL SHIPPING CALL ! i always feel awkward asking about ships. rip. iβm bad at reading people ig. so it is much easier for me to put out a shipping call. even if we have a pre-established ship, hitting the button helps let me know your still interested. because i get worried people have lost interested in me. if you are interested in shipping with me & my characters JUST HIT THEΒ π AND IβLL POP INTO UR DMS! this is open to mutuals & non-mutuals! honestly even if we havenβt interacted yet. it is open to everyone!
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