#like duh we know that but we're still going to be anxious

[lesbin]

read something the other day that might be useful to other people w anxiety.

saying 'i'm okay' when you're feeling anxious signals to your brain that it's wrong to feel how you feel. it's dismissive and won't help you in the long run.

instead, say 'i'm safe'. it's far more comforting. you're not denying or trying to suppress your anxiety. you're making space for it while simultaneously acknowledging that you are going to get through the bad feelings. you might be anxious but nothing is going to harm you. you're safe !

[neverendingford]

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[slayfics]

Valentine’s Day with Katsuki.

1,500 words~

You trailed behind Katsuki after classes as you both returned to the dorms.

"Hey," he mumbled. "What do you have planned for tomorrow?" he asked as he walked ahead of you with his hands jammed into his pockets.

"Nothing other than classes," You responded.

Katsuki grunted, "Well what do you want then?"

Tomorrow was Valentine's Day, and the rest of your classmates had been buzzing excitedly about their plans and who their valentine was.

You and Katsuki have had some... type of relationship for a while now. While it was never defined, you knew he felt some affection towards you. It surprised you that he had semi-acknowledged what tomorrow was at all, given how much trouble he had expressing any emotions other than anger.

"I don't want anything Bakugo," You answered honestly. You didn't feel like you needed any stuffed animals or chocolates to prove to others your connection with Katsuki was real. It was already obvious by the way he never protested your company like he did his other classmates.

"Tch- fine then where do you want to go?" he asked as he slowed down a bit, although still walking slightly ahead of you.

"I don't care, as long as I get to spend time with you," you said pulling at his arm and bringing his hand out of his pocket.

"You're so damn cheesy," He complained, as you interlaced your fingers with his. His walking slowed even more, matching your pace now. "Just meet me after class then- I'll figure something out, alright?"

"Ok," You agreed happily.

The next day was full of excitement around the U.A. campus, several students walked around with teddy bears and various other gifts from their partners.

Classes kept you busy and couldn't talk to Katsuki much. It was nice to see your other classmates so excited about their plans and gifts, but it made you even more anxious for the day to end.

Would Katsuki really have planned something, you wondered?

Finally, after what felt like entirely too long, your class was released. Madness ensued as others showed off their gifts or made their way out to plans.

Katsuki made his way out of the class avoiding any conversations with anyone. You slipped out and followed behind him. You were a little hurt he hadn't said anything to you and exited so quickly, but you knew he hated these things and wouldn't want to express anything around your classmates.

Katsuki heard your footsteps behind him and called out to you, "You ready brat?"

You quickened your pace to catch up to him, "Yeah- but ready for what?"

"We got a bit of a walk so- I don't want to hear any complaining from you. Got it?" He barked.

"Yeah, no problem," you agreed. "But- where are we going?"

"You'll see when we get there!" He snapped.

Katsuki was right, the walk was long. And for the most part, it was filled with awkward silence. You couldn't think of anything to say to him, and Katsuki was wrapped up in his own thoughts, anxious about what he planned.

Finally, his stride slowed as you both approached the shore of the closest beach to the U.A. campus.

"We're here," he announced.

You looked at the beach and back at him stunned. He chose to bring you both to the beach? Ever since you were a kid, you loved the beach, the feel of the sand, the sound of the waves, and the feel of the mist on your face. You remembered only mentioning your love of the beach to Katsuki once- long ago at the start of your time at U.A., had he really remembered that?

Katsuki squinted and took in your reaction, trying to make sense of it. Your eyes were wide, and you were speechless. He didn't understand if that was good or bad.

"What? Is it too dumb? I know it's winter but-, fuck it let's go back then," He deiced and tried to walk away.

"No!" You yelled and grabbed his arm. "This is- really sweet Bakugo. Did you- really remember I liked the beach?" You asked.

"Duh- you don't shut up about it," he said grumpily taking off his school bag, pulling out a blanket, and making his way to the sand.

You laughed. You definitely only told him once. It shocked you that he had committed it to memory.

Katsuki laid the blanket on the sand and sat down, "Well? You going to join me or keep standing there dumb ass?" He asked.

You hurried over to the blanket and sat down next to him, your shoulder grazing his.

"Tch- you always like to be so close, don't you?" he complained.

You scooted away giving him some space.

"You didn't have to move- it's fine," he said much quieter and he looked away from you pretending to look at something down the shoreline.

You giggled and scooted back.

"You hungry? I made food," he said and pulled out two containers from his bag.

"Are you serious?"

"What!? What's wrong with that?!" he asked defensively.

"Nothing! It's' just- eating dinner while watching the sunset on the beach- it's really romantic. The best Valentine's Day I've ever had." You smiled at him.

"Shut the hell up. It's not like it was that hard," he grumbled as he held out the food for you to grab while he looked the opposite way, intent on hiding the blush that took over his face.

You grabbed the food and undid the container, "This looks really good. You made it?" You asked.

"Yeah- it's just rice, tofu, and some vegetables. Nothing crazy." He said and started taking bites.

"It's perfect, I love it. You're an amazing cook," You complimented.

Katsuki just shrugged his shoulders.

"So, I um- I got you something," you said.

"What?" His gaze snapped to you in surprise.

"It's nothing big but," You reached for your school bag and brought out your gift. You meant to hand it nicely to him, but your nervousness caused you to almost throw it at him. Luckily Katsuki didn't care, instead, he was focused on your gift: a hot sauce bottle with a red ribbon around it.

"You got me hot sauce?" he asked with an indecipherable look on his face.

"Yeah! I know you like spicy stuff- but now that I'm here, I'm thinking about it- that was probably a really dumb Valentine's gift, wasn't it? I'm sorry," you said embarrassed.

Katsuki looked at the bottle a bit longer before answering, "It's not dumb. I haven't tried this one. Been wanting to," he said as he opened it and put some on his food.

"It's good," he said after taking a bite. "It's actually hot, unlike the other ones back in the kitchen in the dorms. Keeping this one in my room for sure." He said, placing it in his bag.

You smiled as you both finished up the last of the food Katsuki made.

"Hey, do you- mind if I take a picture?" You asked, voice shaking a bit unsure of how Katsuki would respond.

"I don't care," he responded.

You took out your phone and snapped a photo of you both. Your smile beamed through the photo, and Katsuki's neutral smile spoke volumes compared to his usual scowl and furrowed brows.

"Do you- care if I post it?" You asked.

"Do what you want," he said packing away the food containers.

You quickly tagged him and posted the photo to your profile.

"Sun is basically gone now and it's getting cold, you ready to head back?" He asked.

"Almost," you said looking at him with puppy dog eyes.

"Hu? What's that look for?" He asked.

You didn't know how to tell Katsuki you wanted to kiss him, instead your eyes just rested on his lips.

"Speak up brat!" He barked.

"I uh- can I... kiss you?" You managed to say but looked away afraid to look at his reaction.

"Not if you don't turn this way," he said smartly. Katsuki put his hand under your chin and guided your lips to his for a kiss that felt too short and yet seemed to stop time simultaneously.

That was until-

"OH MY GOD!" You exclaimed, placing your hands over your lips.

"What?!" He yelled confused.

"ITS HOT!" You yelled.

Katsuki exploded with laughter at understanding, the hot sauce he had was now burning your lips up as you weren't used to spice like he was.

"Don't laugh!" You said and playfully smacked his shoulder.

"You should see your face! You're completely red!" he said practically kneeling over in laughter.

"Whatever let's go back!" You said standing up.

Once Katsuki was done laughing, he stood up and put the blanket away.

"So that was the hottest kiss you ever had then?" He said playfully at you.

"In more ways than one," You teased back as you both made your way back to the dorms.

Later in the night, you were surprised to get a notification that Katsuki had re-posted the photo of you both.

Tags: @queenpiranhadon @unofficialmuilover @maddietries @bakugouswaif @fiannee @i-heart-carlisle @derangedmango @matchat3a

[kiankiwi]

What would Jacob be like as a dad? I love him sm :(

FINALY SOMEONE ASKED ABOUT JACOB!

I'm gonna do hc's because I miss writing actual fics!

from the moment he finds out your pregnant, he's understandably scared bc DUH but he's also OVER THE MOON

he's constantly talking to the bubba and rubbing your belly (with your permission because he knows you might not always want to be touched bc of how much your body is changing)

Whenever we go to the store for ANYTHING, he has to take a detour to the baby section to grab the bubba a "present" and even if we're like "baby, we don't need to get all this" he gives us his famous puppy dog eyes that ALWAYS works on us and he KNOWS it does so he abuses that power whenever he can

He is SO grumpy whenever he can't make it to a sonogram appointment due to scheduling and filming and stuff so we make sure we're allowed to FT him during the appointments so he can still be "there"

I picture him being on the saltburn set during the anatomy scan (I don't see us doing a gender reveal party, we just find out at the appointment because jacob is so excited and can't wait) and when he finds out it's a girl (he's so girl dad coded) HE DOES THE NATE SCREAM (BUT IN A GOOD WAY) and he just walks around a bit screaming and cheering and we're like "don't make me laugh! I'm gonna pee! don't make me laugh!"

And because he's so excited, he goes to the store on the way home and buys ALL the cutest girly onesies and we have cupcakes in celebration

I feel like he'd LOVE old-timey names like Theodore, Arthur, Elanor, all the grandma/grandpa names lol

He turns into handyman Jacob and keeps the nursery a surprise from us and he does the whole thing himself so that we don't have to worry about it

That's the thing about Jacob as a dad, if he can do something to help us or take something off our plate so we don't get stressed out, he does it! Even when baby is born

Throughout our entire pregnancy, Jacob was reading all the books and researching all the things including how to help during labor and when we finally go into labor, he's a SUPERDAD. He distracts us, he asks us all the right questions and holds us and when it gets way too intense, he puts his face close to ours so the only thing we can focus on is his face

We're DEFINITELY scared to give birth because Jacob is a gentle giant and we're so scared to give birth to a baby giant ... spoiler alert, we're okay

JACOB IS SOBBING once bubba is born and is torn between focusing on us or the bubba

I feel like Jacob during our labor throws up from anxiety a few times because he's trying so hard not to show it but he's sooooo anxious

He takes ALL the nighttime feeds and changes and stuff, he calms the baby down whenever we need a shower or a nap, ANYTHING he can do to help us, takes bubba on walks while we go to the store and he gets us coffee and flowers and a card and stuff

He's basically the greatest dad

IMAGINE him babywearing that tiny bubba.... such a big boy and a tiny bubba napping on his chest while we do chores

God this was so fun! I hope you enjoyed. <3

PLEASE send me more Jacob dad thoughts !!!

@mooodyblue @arianatheangel-girl

[ebonysplendor]

Prescription: LOVE (Demo) Review👨‍⚕️💊

TL;DR: I've got a head injury? I'm gonna need a doctor! How's my memory been? It's been fine. Wait, what? I've got a head injury? I'm gonna need a doctor! How's my memory been? It's been fine. Wait, what? I've got a head injury? I'm gonna need a doctor!

Game Link: https://livingslime.itch.io/prescriptionlove

Notable Features: Self-Insert, Yandere LI, gender neutral language, 2 endings Spiciness: 0/5 -- Don't get me wrong, it's not wholesome either, but this is the type of LI that'll make you say "But daddy, I love him!" even though something is clearly off. LI Red Flags: 2/5 -- Gaslighter, obsessive tendencies, overly "medicating" us DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT. HE'S SO SWEET. I CAN FIX HIM.

Wanna know more? Well, let's get into it!

Okay, not gonna lie, this review is long overdue, because I played this like...maybe 3 or 4 days after the initial drop, and here I am, like, 3 weeks later lmao.

Um...okay, you know what? I'm-- I'm not gonna push myself to write an intro this time lol. I mean, since when is it ever good to push yourself? ...Sometimes, the answer is sometimes, but you should never push yourself too hard, ya know? ...I'm getting off track.

I guess I could start by saying how I found this game on a total accident, and holy shit, am I glad that I found this game regardless. It was damn good, and...honestly, a little unnerving at times. Like, I'll tell you more about it later, but let me tell you, one part in particular had me genuinely spooked.

Anyways, before I get too far into my yap session, I'm going to go ahead and tell you about the game -- with as little spoilers as possible, of course. I mean, how would you be motivated to play the game otherwise unless I leave just enough suspense and mystery? Exactly, so allow me a moment to set the scene, and let's get into it.

So, boom.

We wake up...somewhere.

No, like you don't get it. Logically, it's like, duh, hospital, but we have a whole ass IV in our arm, a splitting headache, and it's almost painfully obvious that our memory took a hit, because we don't remember damn near anything, you feel me? We have, what is essentially, a hole where our memories are supposed to be, and the memories that we do have are so fragmented that they doesn't make any sense. Like...what the hell happened, ya know?

At this point, we're making things worse, because we're trying to force ourselves to remember something -- anything -- and our brain is just like "Mmm...nah. How about we panic, though? Let's do that instead." So, we do. We start feeling really anxious because it's like, how do we go from remembering everything one moment, blink, and then just...virtually no memories at all? Like, nothing? Like, we can't even recognize what a hospital looks like or even is.

"Hey, hey, it's okay".

Huh?

Oh! Oh, hello~! Could this be our boyfriend? Fiancé? Husband~?

"I'm Dr. Anselm."

I mean...he didn't say that he wasn't our husband, ya know? :3 Okay, wait, wait, no, stop, don't distract me. Let me get back on track.

Anyways, this tall gentleman helped us regain control of our nerves and informed us that we were perfectly safe and were currently in a hospital. Dr. Anselm basically told us that he has been overseeing our care and that he was the one in charge of our surgery.

...Wait, our fucking what?!

Before we get too freaked out, though, he tells us that we had some kind of accident that involved blunt force to our head which naturally caused a traumatic brain injury. He then tells us that, when we were brought it by the paramedics, we were in need of an emergency operation in order for us to live. Oh, and we had been asleep for two days straight. Well damn...

Imagine not remembering what you even ate for breakfast yesterday -- well, two days ago -- and this random man who claims to be a doctor comes out of the woodwork and tells you that you had brain surgery. If I could just reiterate once more...what the hell happened?!

Even still, admittedly, Dr. Anselm is being super gentle about the whole thing, and it's bringing a good amount of comfort and security, like everything is going to end up okay; he's even going to let us call our family to let them know that we've pulled through and that we're safe...even though, it's a bit off that no one's visited to start with.

No matter though, because it's past curfew anyways, and Dr. Anselm is adamant that we should rest first and call tomorrow. Fair enough. Rest is a part of recovery after all, and we'd rather get our memories back sooner versus later, not to mention that we actually are a little tired. Lmao, now here's when the issues start coming in...

See, we managed to fall asleep, but then the creak of the door woke us up. Now, at first, we're like "Meh, probably the nurses checking in or whatever", but the issue is, remember when I was like we felt a sense of comfort and security from Dr. Anselm? Lmao, this shit was far from comfortable, let alone safe. So, we make the mistake of we look at the door, and in the gap --

Lmao nah, ain't no way. We're hallucinating.

BRO, AIN'T NO FUCKING WAaaaAAAaAaAaaAAaY. WE ARE NOT HALLUCINA-- DoCTOr ANSEeEEeEEEeeeELM!!!!

Bro, we hit that call button so fast, but that thing also ran off just as fast before Dr. Anselm came rushing in. So, naturally, now we look like we're experiencing the side effect of delulu, because we're trying to explain that we saw something that was clearly not there, but it's like...bro, no, we know what the fuck we saw! Like, dude, please do something!

As always, Dr. Anselm's being super sweet and promised that he'd look into it and get someone to check the security cameras. He encourages us to try to go back to sleep so we don't disrupt our recovery, and, oddly enough, we're able to, even after that.

The next morning, comes along, and Dr. Anselm let's us call our folks, like promised, but...no answer. Hurtful, but okay. Dr. Anselm, also like promised, tells us that they checked the security cameras, and there was no one watching us from the door. Great. So, now we're two for two in this bitch. Perfect.

Still, leave it to Dr. Anselm to help us feel better, though, so it doesn't weigh on us too much for too long. He really is our knight in shining...lab coat.

Even though, with all that medicine he's been giving us...

Not to mention, we had this vividly weird dream...

And, sometimes, there's these weird little flickers in his expression when we ask certain questions or say certain things...

Is Dr. Anselm really trying to help us? Or...

...is it benefitting him that we don't know what happened to us?

Then again...

Nah, that's kind've delulu to think. He's done nothing but try to prioritize our health and recovery. We're safe. We can trust him. It the doctor's orders, after all, and he'd know what's best for us.

4 words: I CAN FIX HIM.

No, no, no, no, no, hear me out! I can fix this one! Like, the red flags are there, but I can FIX him! Is he the one that caused us to have a traumatic brain injury? Maybe. Is he over-medicating us? Possibly. Am I gonna overlook all of that? Absolutely. I mean, who cares that I have an intense suspicion that we're not actually in a hospital and that we're just in a basement that's staged to look like a hospital. Who hasn't played doctor before? I ain't gonna fault this man for trying to heal his inner child and playing pretend. Like, honestly? Good for him.

Okay, but no, enough of that. This...was really good! It physically hurts me that this game is not done yet, but I am so excited that this game isn't done yet, because I am anticipating the hell out of what is next to come. The developer really has a strong foundation, and I can only imagine how they're going to build on it.

The pacing is a little slow, but it's not a bad slow! It's literally seeping us into the story, and I honestly feel like the pacing could not have been executed any better than it has been. This flowed exactly how I feel a demo or prologue or intro or whatever you wanna call it should. I just know that whenever there's an update, shit is going to start getting real, and I cannot wait for that!

Let's talk about the environment/atmosphere...ooh bitch. Let me just say this, I can watch all of the horror movies in the world and be totally fine. I can watch let's plays of horror games and read scary stories...but I cannot be in the situation myself. Haunted houses/trails? Playing horror games myself? Shit scares me out of my soul. That being said, that part where it was talking about being watched through the crack of the door? Chills. Fucking chills. I don't know what it was, because that's not anything revolutionary, especially in these yandere games, but for some reason, the way that the dev executed it just hit different. And the art! Like did you see the CG?! Lmao nah, nah, let me remind you. Actually, let me zoom in on it.

Like, what the fuck is thaaaaaaaaat?! (╥ᯅ╥)

I didn't mention this, because I was narrating/summarizing, but I had genuine fear tears when I read through it the first time, and it was somehow worse when I had to grab and attach the screenshots and type through that part. Like, I HATE shit like this, bro! Like, just make it obvious! Don't put faces and figures and shit like that in the darkness and barely out of view to the point where you can't see it unless you focus on it!

I was literally squinting my eyes and reading fast as shit because I wanted to read it, but I wanted to get through it and away from this scene, but I also wanted to prep myself for a possible jumpscare. Like, developer. De-ve-lo-per. Pop off. This part was so good, and I loved/hated every second.

I'm doing that yap thing that I do again, so I'm going to save you from the rest of my ramblings and start winding down. If you do not already have this downloaded and ready to play, you have got to do that expeditiously. I am telling you, I know I say this about a lot of these visual novels, but this is one that I absolutely cannot allow you to miss out on. This one is so good! Just don't get too invested, because it's just a demo. I suggest going to the game's page, putting your pride aside, and beg for an update as soon as possible -- respectfully, of course. It should be common sense, but don't harass the dev for an update ... but damn, do I hope they come through with an update soon. Very soon. Tomorrow actually...today.

Anyways, here's the link. Go download it, and tell the dev that your life is theirs, because I'm honestly contemplating starting a cult in their honour. I'll sacrifice the nearest weeb for two extra lines of reading material in this visual novel. I'm serious. I'm yapping again...

Okay, anyways! Ending it for realsies this time. Again, I highly recommend giving this game a playthrough. Here's the link to the game page and download...again. If you're able to donate to the cause, donate to the cause, as I'm sure the dev would seriously appreciate the monetary support. Oh! And just as a "pro"-but-not-really-tip: for right now, the choices are more of an "illusion of choice". The endings will be worded the same no matter what, so there's no extra dialogue or CGs, or secret options, or anything like that. It'll just be dialogue pertaining to that specific answer choice at that specific time, and then it's not brought up or mentioned again after it's done.

And...that's it! Lol I'm finally done yapping. Big preesh for getting this far! Please remember to drink water, don't be dumb, and hope to see you around~!

Prescription: LOVE (Demo)

[sublimecatgalaxy]

oh. my. god. idk if anyone requested this but PLZ PLZ PLZ HEAVY ANGST 12+9 with Rafe i would die for it

Uh duh bestie, I'm a SLUT for heavy angst and Rafe :)

The room fills with an uncomfortable silence as Rafe seethes from across the room, looking down at the text messages on his phone that I discovered just a few minutes ago while he was showering. I feel the anxiety in my throat, chest bubbling with nausea as I think about the messages, the tension between the two of them, tension that we no longer have.

Now we're mixed in an anxious tension that's consuming the very air around us as I try desperately to keep my tears stifled, not wanting him to know that this has brought me to tears, he'd like that too much.

"What do you want me to say?" He asks with a gruff clear of his throat, his eyes flickering back and forth between me and the floor as he tries desperately to shove his embarrassment down but it's riddled all over his face.

"I want you to explain why there are pictures of a naked girl in your messages and why you entertained it." I ask, eyes icy as I stare at him, standing up from my spot on his bed, taking a few tentative steps closer to him as he panics calmly.

"I-I don't know, I can't help it- I can't help that she sent them."

"You could've blocked her." I scoff with slitted eyes, my brows pulled together in angry tension and his face pales, tongue slipping out to wet his dried, cracked lips that are bleeding from anxiously biting at them. "How long have you been talking to her?"

"I don't know, a month?" He answers almost immediately, thinking that it's not that long but it's as if he's slapped me across the face, my stomach dropping while I take a step back from him, shocked.

"A month? Rafe, what?" I snap, reaching out to shove him and he frowns, eyes tearing up as he reaches out to me but I slap him away.

"Fuck, I'm sorry." He pleads, trying desperately to wrap his arms around me but I don't let him, my arms waving and hands shoving him while I try to desperately escape his grasp but he's adamant.

"Fuck you." I cry, the tears finally flowing freely down my cheeks as he whines, grabbing onto my hands as my eyes flutter shut, my relationship finally ending after two years of uncertainty, lies and distrust.

"Stop, please- don't go." His voice sounds far away as I retreat into my thoughts, my feet carrying me backwards until my back is pressed against his bedroom door and I can hear Rose calling us for dinner. How am I supposed to tell his family that we're done? How do I tell my family?

"Fuck you!" I hiss, looking down at his hand that's still grasping onto my wrist, tighter than ever and I whine, imagining the bruises that will taint my skin a few hours from now. "You're hurting me. Let me go."

"Please don't leave me." He begs but I just yank my hand away from him before whipping the door open, stepping out into the hall with one more look thrown over my shoulder at him.

"You did this to yourself."

[no-gorms]

Stony&any timeframe: Steve and Tony sharing an awkward silence and then laugh when they see a “news” story about how Steve rejected Tony’s wicked advances because of his sordid past and how Steve is against homosexuality anyway. And they laugh because that never happened so the “reporters” being so confidently wrong is hilarious

“And it’s not the real reason we never got together anyway” Tony says knowingly. And then does not elaborate

And Steve is like wait what? I mean I know and you know but clearly… other people want to know haha Tony come back

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Oh no, I love this! Poor Steve, no matter how he tries to subtle poke at Tony or laugh it off as though he's in on the joke, he's got to be stewing and anxious over what it is that's apparently SO obvious to Tony but isn't to him. What did he miss?

Did Steve make a careless remark that Tony took seriously? Did Steve do something when injured that he doesn't remember? Is Tony assuming erroneous something about Steve's preferences? What is it, Tony, don't leave him hanging!

.....how disappointed would Steve be when he finally pesters Tony so much that Tony's all, "Why are you still going on about that, the real reason is because we're not attracted to each other, duh."

And Steve is like, "That's it? That's your reason?" The wind's out of his sails, and he wanders off baffled and at a loss.

Which makes it Tony's turn to double-take and be like, "Wait, what do you mean my reason?"

[holylacydoll]

. ha

[luverts]

truth or dare // vinnie hacker

warnings: cussing , light smut , old/cringe (personally)

vinnie x reader (best friends…)

reader pov

finally, a night that the whole groups together, hanging out and thankfully everybody looks like they're having a fun time. our group was avani, amelie, anthony, kio, dezi, maddy, jordan, troy, aaron... and my best best friend/ the guy i was low key in love with, mr. tiktok hype, vinnie hacker.

we're all at sway gaming, chilling, music blasting, some people in the kitchen, others outside and most people in the living room.

im currently cuddling with vinnie on the couch, laughing at aaron who's trying to play vr but he kept on falling on his face. rip.

"attention! attention every bodyyyy!" troy yells, someone stops the music and the whole house becomes quiet. vinnie nudges me in the shoulder to look at him, displaying a cute ass grin that makes me roll my eyes playfully at him, making him laugh.

"AYOO THE GANG IS BACK," troy continues and everyone heads to the living room, screaming and going crazy.

"sooo.... since we're all super fucked in the head- HOW ABOUT SOME EXTREME TRUTH OR DARE!?" which gets the boys hyped and all the girls giving each other 'here we go again...' looks.

i'm still wrapped around vinnies torso, his arms around me, both of us with big smiles on our faces. "this is gonna be fun," he laughs. "yup totally," I respond, widening my eyes and letting out a giggle.

"outside or inside?" avani asks troy. "here's fine, now gather around, children." troy says, waving his arms around and vinnie starts loosening his grip on me, standing up from the couch then he reaches out a hand to help me up and we go to sit in a spot right next to each other on the floor, with the others.

before we can make it, amelie pulls my arm and asks vinnie in between laughs, "can i steal your girl for a second?" "sure, as long as u give her back." he chuckles and winks at me before sitting down at the spot.

"any progress?" she snaps her head at me, smiling wide, making me roll my eyes playfully and shake my head, making her pout and, i mimic her action.

"i just don't feel like tonight's the night to tell him..." i trail off, turning my head to look at vinnie, who was laughing at something kio said.

"okay u do you boo- but u honestly shouldn't be scared!" she grabs my shoulders and gives them a shake, "the whole group knows u 2 like each other except for... u two!" she jokingly smacks my arm and i roll my eyes, if only it were that easy to tell him. what if he didn't actually feel the same way and i end up ruining our friendship?

amelie gives me a kiss on the cheek before going back to her spot and i move to mine next to vinnie.

"truth or dare?" anthony asks dezi and she quickly exclaims 'dare'. "i dare u to give troy a hickey,'' he blurts out and half the room's eyes widen and laugh but she shrugs and proceeds and everyone cheers for her when she's done.

"did u know this was gonna be dirty truth or dare?" vinnie whispers in my ear and i feel his warm breath give me goosebumps all over. "don't u like extreme truth or dare?" i shake my head, trying to get rid of the feeling and laugh, vinnie then lets out a nervous chuckle.

about 5 other people got asked questions and they were all the more mature type of truth or dares, which was fine because our group was chill with this stuff and didn't care, but i was feeling extremely anxious for what they might say/ask me.

"y/n!" i snap my head up from vinnies hand, where i was playing with his rings and we both look at avani- who asks with a smirk, "truth or dare?" well dare duh. "dare." i give her a nervous smile and pull my knees close to my chest.

"i dare u to make out with vinnie for at least 10 seconds." my mouth falls open and i drop vinnies hand from mine, in extreme shock. this has to be a joke. no way no way. i want to but-but i- im snapped back into reality by the sounds of the whole room hooting and encouraging me to do it.

vinnie looks me in the eyes, "we don't have to do this if u don't want." he shrugs and it seemed that he was kinda nervous too. oh.

"come on guys" "do it!" "do the dare" "it's just a game" "whatever happens here, stays here" i hear people calling out from throughout the room and maybe it was time for me to finally get out of my comfort zone.

I look at vinnie for a second and notice him looking down at my lips then his gaze shot back up to my eyes and he bit his lip. i was tempted and i did it.

i wrap my arms around his neck and press my lips onto his and it takes a second for him to kiss back, but once he realizes what's going on, he cups my cheek and we move our heads in sync, on beat with the music, a slow and burning kiss.

vinnie then pulls me onto his lap and we were full on making out in front of the whole group, whom were erupting with cheers and vinnie and i both smiled into the kiss. i lean myself closer into the kiss and press down and here him groan and something growing from his pants and digging into-

vinnie and i were kissing. vinnie, my best friend, and i, kissing. wait what.

i pull up from him, both of us heavy breathing and he wont take his eyes off me which makes me blush and i get startled realizing vinnies sudden erection was now pressing into my inner thigh, and gasp at what the fuck just happened and get up from his lap, running to the kitchen. "y/n!" vinnie calls my name as i panic. what have i done... was this a good or bad thing? he was a really good kisser but was i? was it too much that i sat on his lap? shit why did i wrap my-

"stop overthinking." my thoughts are interrupted by vinnie walking towards me and he put his hand, glorified with silver rings, on my thigh, "breathe."

it was silent for 2 minutes, i was sitting on the kitchen counter while vinnie was standing in between my legs, his left hand still on my thigh and his other one holding my head, caressing my cheek.

"im sorry," i mumble, breaking the silence.

"why are u apologizing?" he asks, a worried look on his face, his finger stops caressing my cheek.

"i-i don't know," i stutter, looking down at his hand settled on my upper thigh. "i guess im sorry for kissing you." i whisper, barely audible and he leans in closer to me and moves his finger under my chin, bringing my face to look up at his.

"dont worry about it," he chuckles, making me smile and loosen up a bit.

vinnies expression then goes blank and i notice him bite his bottom lip, as i stare into his lustful hazel eyes, our faces inches apart and before i know it, we're leaning in, our lips lightly brushing before he fully kisses me, making my whole body explode.

"i have feelings for u," he breaks away and i feel like he was peering right into my thoughts, "i like you too," i smile and we pull each other back into a feverish kiss.

"fuck," he groans and pushes me farther on the counter, getting on top of me, starting to leave sensual kisses on my neck and i cant help but laugh at the ticklish feeling and entangle my hands in his hair, "sorry." he mumbles, blushing and i simply play with his shiny locks and tug them gently causing him to shut his eyes and groan, making me feel so turned on right now.

"vinnie," i whimper and he opens his eyes wide at me and i feel his little friend pocking against my thigh again, "do u wanna-"

"ahhhhhh," im interrupted by a squeal coming from amelie, who's standing at the entrance of the kitchen, her jaw dropped, but it quickly turns into a smile and she rushes back to the living room yelling and probably telling the others.

"we were uhh-" vinnie tries to yell after her but then bursts into laughter and i give him a confused look but then feel his lips on mine, a soft sincere kiss and it stays like that, his hands roaming my body, i moan into the kiss and he pulls away grinning, "go out with me?'

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[anystalker707]

Spicy horror

Pairing: Frank x [fem] Reader Word count: ~ 4 000 Genre: Smut / Fluff Summary: It's Halloween, and (y/n) and Frank finally confess their crushes to each other when binge watching horror movies on Frank's place. Kind of content: Praising / Protected / Oral

Requested by @thisisjustforrequestingfanfics (can't tag you, sorry hhh my T*mblr is acting weird)

a/n - I'm sorry that I coudn't proofread, I might do it soon; I was supposed to be asleep rn

"You're just annoying, old man," I tease with a grin. "But don't whine or else you'll ruin the makeup!" I continue spreading the white concealer over his face, careful to get it on the corners around his nose and around his eye, though not to irritate his eyes.

"No, fuck you," Frank groans, his face twitching to suppress any expression. "Why can't we watch it again tonight? They're the best movies! And stop calling me old man, it's just my birthday! I'm not decomposing or anything!" Despite his words, he smiles, opening his eyes once I pull away, leaning back against the chair of the desk – I roll my eyes.

"Yeah, I agree." I grab the eyeshadow palette from the desk and move closer to him again. "TCM is a great series and all, but can we not watch it for a single week? It's your birthday and we can watch literally any horror movie! And it can be special, like, not something we've watched a thousand times already to the point we already know most of the lines." I glare before motioning for him to close his eyes.

Frank sighs grumpily, leaning his head back. "What are you planning on, then? Alien? Jaws?" He lets out a weird cry when I slap the side of his head lightly, though he is soon chuckling.

"And then you complain when I say how annoying you are!" I spread the dark eyeshadow over his eyes, humming. "It's been a while since we've watched The Howling, Evil Dead, House of Wax. I mean, 'm not gonna complain if we decide on Alien and Jaws either." He hums, pouting. "Don't worry, you're still my favorite old man." I press a kiss to his head.

"I hate you," he laughs.

After a little bit of fake blood and retouching on my makeup, the two of us are leaving Frank's house to go to school, waving his mother goodbye. We don't look like what most of the kids will go dressed up as – not putting enough effort nor choosing the same themes as the jocks and popular people and not invisible enough just to throw on whatever in a black theme. Frank looks like a chill vampire with Bela Lugosi's Dracula references, though still looking like a punk, while I decided on one of my favorite characters. Nothing too extra, but still in the vibe.

"You look ridiculous with that hair slicked back." I kick one of the pebbles on the sidewalk. "I prefer the hedgehog or whatever it is in the normal state."

"I honestly feel like I could kill someone just from biting their jugular off." He grins, throwing his nose in the air – I can't help but to chuckle; he's adorable. "But not gonna be anyone from school, they're not worth it neither their blood would taste good." He twists his mouth. "I feel like most I'd get would be booze, botox and steroids."

"Damn," I snort, "awfully accurate. You're gonna starve, sorry."

Frank pouts, looking down, but a smirk soon tugs on his lips as he takes a step closer. "But you're not that bad, baby, you know?"

"Oh, fuck off!" I roll my eyes, clicking my tongue. "You just want to get in my jugular!"

Both of us burst out in chuckles and our conversation eventually dies down when we walk past the gates to inside the school, replaced by jokes at other people's costumes, sometimes needing to hold onto each other from laughter.

We walk into the first class, already a bit late, but all it does is to attract everyone's attention the moment we step in.

"Ridiculous, as always," some girl mutters under her breath. Funny.

Frank wraps a hand around the length of the coat to stupidly bring it to cover the lower part of his face, looking around with narrowed eyes then wide ones. "I smell not just a lot of blood here," he says in a low and raspy voice, "but also stupidity!" He points at the girl judgingly, making her twist her mouth disgusted.

"I hope Freddy Krueger visits you tonight," I say when walking past her, patting her shoulder. A scream comes from her when noticing the fake blood stain I leave behind on her white outfit, having Frank and I chuckling on our way to the back.

No one really pays attention to the classes – it's Halloween, we're even in stupid clothes and anxious for whatever is going to happen later in the day, so the teacher doesn't even bother scolding Frank and I for talking nonstop in the back of the classroom. To be honest, I think only the goody two shoes are actually doing something, sometimes turning around to glare at the others.

"Okay, okay, shut up for a minute!" I tell Frank, taking a look at the messy words over my notebook to check if I forgot to write something down. "We've got The Howling, Alien, Evil Dead, House of Wax, Dawn of the Dead, Funhouse, Pumpkinhead..."

"Fright Night," Frank continues, "Opera, Cannibal Holocaust, Texas Chainsaw–"

"I said no TCM! Fuck you," I curse, rushing to write everything down, crossing out TCM when I accidentaly write it down.

"Friday the 13th, Poltergeist, Near Dark and Elm Street," he finishes, glaring at me. He hits my shoulder, not enough to hurt. "I'll make you watch TCM with me until you have memorized every single frame of it!"

"Your TCM phase will have died down by then!" I twist my mouth bitterly. "Sorry to kill the hype, baby!" I throw my nose in the air with a chuckle at his sulky manners. He furrows his eyebrows, sucking in a breath for words he never really gets to say. "And we still got to watch all these goth movies and shows lying around! Do you think it was easy finding the 60s Addams family show on DVD? Or that one Frankenstein version on cassette." Okay, the last one was easy to find in a yard sale, but still, it was just luck.

"Okay, mommy, please just don't punish me," Frank says with a groan and a fake moan. I stare at him as he's not able to contain his laughter before starting to hit him with the notebook.

"Too bad you're not a good boy, hun."

For once, school ends up actually being nice and just because Frank and I were getting in the character sometimes and pissing people off. By lunch, he had pulled on some sunglasses and looked like the stupidest fucker while eating his sandwich and smudging more of the lipstick and fake blood around his lips. At some point, we had pretended to have a fight and pierce the other's chest with a pair of scissors just to squeeze a bag of fake blood at whoever walked by – mostly some of the jocks or plastics. So much fun.

The house is quiet when we arrive back at it, a couple hours after school ended, and we find out, later, a note from Frank's mom apologizing she can't be here during the rest of his birthday, though she's sure he'll have fun with me.

"Imma take a shower," I sigh, pointing upstairs.

"Sure," he hums, looking up from the note for a moment to smile at me.

Thankfully, I always leave some clothes at Frank's place because I'm here far too often and not always have the chance or disposition to go back home and grab some clothes. It doesn't prevent me from stealing his hoodie, however, and walking out of the bathroom without all of that sticky makeup or fake blood is the best thing ever. Later, Frank is the one to go take a shower while I take care of the food he had already started to prepare.

"Much better!" I raise my eyebrows at the sight of Frank with his hair back to normal and only a bit of black makeup smudges the underside of his eyes now.

"Y'know, I never said a single thing about how you looked," he mutters with his brow low, coming to lean against the counter, next to me, "still, you've been attacking me every chance you got!"

"Does it offend you?" I smile.

"No, but it still hurts!" He sniffles, a hand flat against his chest. "I know I'm too badass for you to handle, but you don't need to let it be that clear!"

I look at him from head to foot. "I hate you, y'know that?"

"Love you too, hun!" He grins and moves closer, cupping my face exaggeratedly to peck my cheek before we head upstairs with everything we need.

We turn the lights on to organize everything, soon sitting down against a pile of pillows and with food surrounding us, though most of it is on the bedside tables since Frank, mainly, gets extremely uncomfortable with it falling on the bed. It doesn't matter, though, since the food and half empty cans end up going forgotten halfway through the movie at the same time the chatter dies down and we watch The Evil Dead as if it was the first time.

Some funny part comes on – well, not exactly funny, but enough to make us chuckle quietly – and brings us back to reality, sighing and glancing at each other, adjusting our postures as we'd slid down the pillows.

Frank yawns.

"Already tired?" I tease, poking his shoulder.

"No." He pouts, crossing his arms over his chest. "Getting tired is for losers." He does glance at the clock on his bedside table, however, and the red glowing numbers say it's six something.

"You're my favorite loser, then." I smirk lightly, exhaling.

Frank's eyebrows knit together as he looks at me, but then rolls his eyes. "Well, duh, of course I am! Who else? I'm the best." He scoots closer until his head is leaning on my shoulder and I can't help but to smile.

"No, I am," I groan, arms wrapped around him.

"I am!" He glares and, at some point, we end up in a wrestling match, pushing each other around the mattress among laughter and curses, which comes to a stop when we start getting too tired and I just let Frank lie down on top of me, head on my chest, still watching the movie. "Do you like anyone, (y/n)?" he asks suddenly. "Like, got a crush?"

Random. Why does he want to know? I mean, I do have a crush, but telling him about it is difficult.

"Um, yeah, I guess, why?" I blink, startled when he suddenly brings himself up on his elbows to stare at me.

"I swear to God I'll hunt them down if you forget about me because of them, do you understand?" Frank presses his forehead to mine. "You're the only one I got, sometimes I'm so worried you'll even leave me for whatever reason."

"What?" I breathe a chuckle, though there's not exactly anything funny here. "Never in my right mind would I do that! And you can't hunt my crush down if my crush is actually you," I laugh in a sudden rush of confidence, which wears out awfully quickly, leaving me lying there and rethinking every life choice.

"Me?" Frank widens his eyes. At the lack of answer, he takes a hold of my collar, straddling my hips. "Did I hear it right? Please, (y/n), (n/n), soulmate? I'm your goddamn crush? For how long?"

I shake my head lightly, shrugging. "Months? A long time."

"And you just told me now?" He cries, forehead pressed to my shoulder. "Slow motherfucker."

"I didn't want you to leave me either, c'mon!" I sigh in defeat, running a hand through his hair. "I remember that time a girl confessed to you and you'd simply vanish whenever she showed up. What if that was with me? I'd not be able to live like this, y'know that."

"Y'know, yeah, seeing it from that point..." Frank shrugs, bringing himself up to face me again. "Still, I wouldn't avoid you like that! Dunno, but it doesn't matter now because you just relieved me of months of suffering. Looking at these pretty lips without being able to kiss it." He furrows his eyebrows, eyes on my lips. "Can I kiss you, tho? Now that we feel stupid for all these months. Damn. At least I feel."

I breathe a chuckle. "Of course! Do you think I wasn't dying to do it either?"

Next thing I know are Frank's lips pressed against mine softly, soon growing firm with confidence. His fingers run along my neck lightly, in a caring manner, dropping to trace my collarbones.

"Also," Frank breathes, pulling away; his face never moves farther than a couple of inches whilst he adjusts his position, lying down beside me on the mattress. "Maybe it's wrong to say and I've always tried to say it in a subtle manner, but–" his eyes meet mine, "–you've got the body of a goddess! Like, dunno, sometimes you comment about not having an 'ideal', skinny body, but you're just so perfect," he groans, wrapping his arms around me tightly.

"Frank!" I tap on his back lightly. It's not that I don't like what he said – no, damn, it sends my heart fluttering, this warmth taking over my chest –, but is it really the truth? I didn't think it was possible for anyone to tell me this.

"No, I'm telling the truth!" Frank grins. "Like, your thighs and all. I just want to squeeze and bite you! Not in a bad way, I mean." I must give him a funny look because of how flustered he grows, tongue playing with his lip ring as he looks away. "There's a lot to unpack, fuck, I thought it was obvious how I always sit there gazing at you and shit, but..."

"Likewise." I glare playfully, making him chuckle.

"Y'know–" Frank smiles lazily, "–this is the best birthday I've ever had, by far." He brushes his lips against mine softly, watching me through half lidded eyes. "Never knew you'd actually like me back. Never believed it was possible, to be honest."

"I never cogitated you like me," I breathe.

"Well, okay," he says, "we've already gotten through this. I think we should focus on now."

"I'm not the one who keeps bringing back past thoughts!" I chuckle at how he pouts, scowling funnily.

"Shut up, shut up, I get it!" Frank rolls his eyes and presses his lips to mine before I can say anything, having me smiling against the kiss until returning it, wrapping my arms around his neck to pull him closer. Now that we've finally kissed, keeping our lips off each others' feels almost impossible – letting go of each other feels almost impossible. "God fucking damnit," he groans under his breathe, moving to press kisses down my jaw, soon reaching my neck.

A sigh escapes my lips at the kisses, though it turns into quiet pleased sounds at the feeling of his teeth pulling at my skin and sometimes closing around it, sucking on it whilst all I can bring myself to do is tugging onto his hair. Suddenly, however, feeling his hands traveling down to my hips and squeezing them makes me gasp, probably reacting a bit more than I intended.

"What?" Frank pulls away at the same moment, eyes wide. "Did I do something wrong? Please– Damn, I'm so sorry!"

"N-No, no," I finally bring myself into speaking up, feeling my cheeks burn bright red. "I, um, I actually... liked it. A lot. Sorry if I scared you, I just wasn't expecting it. I don't mind, really," I insist as he continues looking at me with furrowed eyebrows.

"You sure?"

"Yeah!" I smile, bringing him for a quick kiss before he's trailing down my neck again.

Frank's hands go down my body, experimentally at first and then squeezing my hips again, receiving another reaction this time, including just a soft gasp as I push my hips up – a shiver runs down my spine with it, a nice one. Fuck.

"Damn..." Frank breathes, hands running down to my thighs then up again to slide under my shirt. "It's a bit early, maybe–" he shrugs, looking at me, "–but... is it okay if..."

Holy hell. "Of course," I say without thinking much – he continues to stare, so I nod.

"Fuck yeah," he mutters, lips against mine for a few seconds before he's pulling my shirt over my head and the expression on his face carries such admiration that I can't help but to feel embarrassed for a moment. He never lets me cover myself, nonetheless, hands flying to my waist to hold firmly onto it as he's pressing kisses from my stomach to my hip. "No, seriously–" he sits up again, "–how can someone be so perfect?" He seems to be talking mostly to himself, getting rid of his shirt.

"Dunno." I grin. "How does it feel to be so perfect, baby?"

Frank exhales shakily. "You'll be the death of me and I ain't even joking." He presses a kiss to my collarbone, starting to nibble down at the skin again, trailing down to my chest, lips sometimes lingering over my breasts – sure as hell he leaves a few marks behind, considering how invested he gets.

Something tells me he doesn't know what to focus on. His hands never stay in the same place for too long, going down my thighs then trailing up to my waistband, up my torso, and then he repeats it.

"C'mon," I mutter, placing his hands on my waistband. He's a bit hesitant, but quickly undoes the buttons and starts pulling it down – I help him, kicking the pants away in the end.

A string of curses slip past Frank's lips as he quickly gets rid of his jeans too and, when coming back, he kneels down between my legs this time, spreading them apart. Our lips are yet again locked in a kiss, different from the others, more heated up and urgent this time as we hold onto each other. I play with the hair on the back of his neck and tug onto it instead at the feeling of his hands around my ass, groping.

"Frank, damn," I breathe quietly for a second we pull apart and, opposite to earlier, he gets the hint and does it again, humming against my lips. Once he stops groping, his hands just run along my skin, up and down my body, sometimes lingering. The most lovesick look decorates his face when he pulls away. My heart.

I place my hands on Frank's shoulders as I sit up, changing our positions. He observes me with wide eyes and I smile at him before pressing kisses to his neck, leaving behind a hickey before I can go lower and lower until my fingers are around the waistband of his boxers and I pause, looking up at him, and continue after he nods.

Frank's already half hard, a breath hitching in his throat as, after discarding his boxers, I assume my previous position.

Even if it's not the first time I've done that, this nervousness still lies under my skin as I wrap a hand around him, pumping him lightly before wrapping my lips around the head experimentally. He breathes sharply.

Only halfway through it that I allow myself to look up at Frank, pausing for a moment after finding out he's been watching, propped up on his elbows, eyes focused on me and jaw slack, but I don't look away, hollowing my cheeks instead and watching him break under my gaze, letting go of all the tension for a second.

I repeat the motions a few times and pull away, licking up along the underside, around the tip, and he's suddenly pulling me away – eyes wide and face flushed this time.

Frank mumbles something I can't quite understand, but it doesn't really matter. He moves closer, both of us soon assuming the position we were in minutes ago, pressed against each other. Now, he removes my underwear and his hand slips between us, however.

Pleasure is sent ringing up my spine at the feeling of Frank's fingers slipping past my lips, quickly finding my clit and wasting no time on working his thumb on it while a couple of fingers tease my entrance. Moans just escape my throat easily after he breaks the kiss, mouthing his way until the inside of one of my thighs – he bites and sucks on the skin there. His tongue is suddenly there, then, against my clit, working around it before being replaced by his lips and my vision goes fucking blank when I can feel him sucking on it.

"Fuck," Frank curses once pulling away, moving to frantically rummage through the nightstand's drawer; I groan at the loss of touch, pushing my hips up into nothing.

Hearing the sound of foil being torn makes me understand what's happening, and I watch him rush to slip the condom on, giving us a moment to catch our breath before he's positioning himself, a hand on my hip whilst another holds himself up.

"Tell me if there's something wrong, okay?" he asks slowly, "I'll stop right away. Don't be afraid."

"Same to you," I say softly, cupping his face to pull him for a soft, quick kiss.

Frank smiles with a nod and looks down before I can feel him against my entrance, pushing in slowly. I wrap my arms around his shoulders tightly, feeling his chest vibrate against mine with the low moan coming from him, replaced by a sigh once he sinks in completely. He starts moving right away, hips jerking experimentally before attaining a heavy and slow pace which doesn't last long due to how needy we are already.

I gasp at how he thrusts in harder, wrapping my arms around his shoulders to hold him close and having my legs around his hips, instinctively.

Curses and praises are breathed into my ear among moans, somehow making the pleasure pool down in my lower stomach even more intensely, summed up to feeling his hands groping on my ass again, fingers sinking into the skin.

"You're just so perfect, (y/n)," he babbles, "and even better that now you're all mine."

Suppressing a louder moan turns out to be impossible at the feeling of Frank's hips reaching a certain angle and, soon, the answer I had in my slips away from my grasp and all there's left is just how good he feels. I travel a hand up to his hair, remembering how he reacted to it earlier, and tug on it in a form of response, though also wanting to hear how pathetically he moans at it.

"'M gonna cum," I manage to say before being cut off by a moan, arching my back.

"Me too, babe," he groans, "almost there."

Frank pauses, adjusting himself so a hand is under my thigh and another on the mattress for major support and his thrusts are suddenly harsher. I throw my head back at the same time, holding onto him tightly, and it doesn't take long for all the pleasure that had been building up so far to unravel at once – it apparently triggers the same on him, considering how tight his grasp gets whilst a higher pitched moan comes from him.

Coming down from the high, I feel almost numb, in a good way. Frank pulls away and I'm only aware of him when he's lying down next to me, both of us breathing heavily and unable to do anything aside from staring at the ceiling for a long moment.

"Damn, I love you so much, so much," he mumbles again.

I breathe a chuckle, feeling him cuddling up to me, arms wrapped around me. "And I love you, dumbass." I press a kiss to his head.

"My girlfriend now, right?" he asks. "Nevermind, you don't get to choose." He chuckles, though it quickly dies down. "Just kidding, okay? Tell me to and I'll fuck off."

I laugh, still breathless. "Of course I am. I didn't confess for nothing."

[jsuisartistofthestars]

I was confiding to my supervisor about how anxious I was with a new therapy client, what I'd do, etc. And she was like "Aren't you human? Remember that: you're a human being talking to another human being" as part of reassurance.

And I'm there like 🧍🏿‍♀️😲 yeah... I am. It's something I had honestly forgot. With dealing with my own diagnoses to dividing up brain power for classes and trainings, I forgot I was human. Duh, I'll be anxious about something. I don't need to seem like a know-it-all. Duh that I can plan out a session perfectly; doesn't mean it'll go a second as planned.

Sometimes I might have to take a more active, authority role by giving worksheets or psychoeducating. Other times, I'm just the unbiasedly lent ear. The entire time, I'm still a person allowing another person to have their space and time.

Doctors/therapists/clinicians, those are titles. Labels. How do we make conversation? Like how we do in our personal lives. Of course, we might adjust here or there, but we also do that in about every setting we're in as people. Don't we show empathy when others are in pain? Don't we show joy when they share their good news? Since that day I've been reminding myself literally daily.

[ariaisabitch]

My reactions to Love Is Blind S2 E3 but it's part 2

ok I forget what happened honestly uhhh

oh she's anxious NOW? girl..

Bro didn't you JUST talk to Sal about Mallory and now you're shocked to find out she was talking to him? Jarette.. Honey..

Ok well he's meeting Iyanna. If he proposes to her like Mallory didn't just happen ima be upset.. Awww she's so cute.

Oh ok he's gonna tell her. Nice. I love that he's being completely honest with her. Ok she seems pissed. Fair enough. I wanna see how she takes this. Cause I'd definitely feel like second place. LMAO WHY DOES HE HAVE A LIGHT SABER?? HUH?? ITS JUST SAD MUSIC AND THEN IT CUTS TO HIM POKING THE GROUND WITH A LIGHT SABER!? Oh shit she's walking out. She's sobbing in the hallway. Aw baby.. I love her so much.. She's a sweetheart. NOO SHES CRYING ON THE FLOOR NOOOO PLS MY HEART

Who tf is this guy? OH ITS SAL LMAO I LEGIT SAW SALVADOR AND WAS LIKE WHO TF?? Ok he seems really genuine, but Idk I get bad vibes. I KNOW SHE DID NOT JUST SAY SHE FEELS REALLY GOOD AFTER JARRETTE! Bruhhhh what. Ok ok we proposing. Gettin a cute little ring moment. Cute. If she says no I'm gonna shit myself laughing. Oh ok she said yea. At least they're happy. That's nice ig. LMAO I SEEM SO UNIMPRESSED. I wonder if they watch the show back to see each others reactions when they were in the pods. AWW HE ASKED FOR CONSENT TO KISS HERER! Ok nah he's cute. Change my mind.

Ew ok we're back to J2. She's going through? Idk I for some reason thought she was just gonna dip. LMAO SHES DRINKING BEFORE MEETING HIM! He seems so happy this is literally jessica and mark pt.2 omg. I feel like she's still just gonna dip at the resort or something. OH GOD NO THE KISS WAS SO AWKWARD OH GOD! HE JISY IMMEDIATELY WENT TO KISS HER AND IT LANDED ON HER NOSE AND THEN SHE HAD TO READJUST AND SHE OMG RHAT WAS HORRID I CANT. Ok wait he took off his jacket he's fuckin jacked. Damn dude. Get it. But I'm scared that we're only getting Mark's statements and not hers. Hmmm.

Ok back to Jarrette, guessing he's gonna propose to Iyanna now. I respect that he's being honest and straight forward with her. It's nice to see in this show through whatever the fuck is going on with CSI.

SHE SAID YES! Awww! She's so fuckin cute.

Ok Hi Mallory I guess we're seeing them meet now. Girl you're fucking hot, shut up. Ooooh that was a long kiss. This is so cute. I love them. The way he looks at her. So cute. LMAO SHE DOESNT THINK HES CUTE! I mean I thought he was fairly attractive. I mean I don't like dudes so that could be why LMAO. Like him and Jarrette were the cutest imo

Ok Iyanna and Jarrette time. My favs. Let's see. Intense music. do so do do da da uh do do dah duh daaaaaa do. She's so awkward it's cute. Aww he's so in love. LMFAO SHE DID NOT "He has a big head, so I'm a little nervous for my cervix" THIS GIRL I LOVE HERRRR!!! DID THEY JUST PLAY PATTY CAKE AS THE DOORS CLOSED!?

RESORT TIME! Oh I almost forgot about Danielle and Nick. LOL sorry guysss 😅 bro Lauren and Cameron should be helping host this. I really hope they at least show up.

Oh jesus christ. So much fuckin kissing. I am so uncomfy.

Shayne is immediately their for the sex, jesus. She's being all playful and he wants affection? Seems like a switcharoo to me.

He...He makes his own.... toothpaste? I- he.... what?? "Brush until I feel good" Bro... "I make my own body wash too" Jesus lord all-mighty. "I'm for sure switching out his toothpaste" LMAO

Ok J2 and Ken are interacting a lot better than I thought. He's eating meat for the first time in 8 years for her? Ok they're having the differences talk. I think? Ok setting boundaries.. cute.. Ok maybe not she immediately wants to sleep in different rooms? She's leaving now? HUH? WHAT?? Girl... At least he's still being positive about it...? Last time people slept in different rooms it didn't- OG MY GOD SHES LEAVING? WHAT THE FUCK? JUST LIKE THAT? Girl. She is such a b- ok.. Nope. I won't go there.

Mallory and Kyle time. Wait his name is Kyle right? I forget. LOL. OH HIS NAME IS SAL LMFAO my baaaad... This is so awkward.

JARRETTE AND IYANNA YES! "I'm gonna have to wear heals during sex" GIRL "I'm gonna have back problems by the age of 30" This girl is everything. SHES SO CUTE HOLY FUCK THE POLAROID CAMERA. Omg I love them so much. Pool tiiime. Oh shit they got a camera underwater? Gettin a lil personal there.. Oh they're leaving now.. Mhmmm. I see you Iyanna.

Back to Deepti. I feel like every time the camera is on them it's gonna be making out. Yup... Bro "Did you wanna hump?" ok I'm skipping this. I can't.

He eats in bed and watches TV? Bro he is so... ok. "I like a late night snack once in awhile"

Back to Danielle and Nick. Cute. Oh they're.. on the bed.. Ya know these cameras are just everywhere..? Do they just have straight p@rn tapes of these people?

AWWWWWWW NOOOO ITS KYLEEE!! He's all by himself. This is so fucking sad. She literally left him and he's still set on her? Sheesh.

"He's so biiig" "he's so what?🤪" LMAO I LOVE THEM!

Oh no Danielle is sick? PFFFFFFT THIS MOTHER FUCKER WENT "We're physical... We went physical... twice... in three different places"

Back to Deepti and Shake.. Bro they make me so uncomfy.. Is it bad if I skip them every time it shows them? "It's a purely emotional connection" "I don't feel that animalistic connection" Bro... Back to -2700 jesus fuck he's a prick.

LMAO "I had a fun time with Shayne last night... we just... ya know... enjoyed each other's company."

Oop Mallory and Sal. "we just, um ya know" I love the girls reactions. HOW DID HER HAIR STAY SO NICE? BRO IT LOOKS SO SHINY STILL? GIRL HOW?

Jarrette messaging her. Cuuute. "A good musician never reveals his tricks" love that. HE JUST THREW HIS SHORTS BRO LMAO. Oh god the stab scar. Taken a shower together now. Jesus bro. He's testing her LMAOz

Shayne and Natalie going on a boat date. Cute. Ok he doesn't like her playful jokes? Huh?

Oh they're all meeting eachother now. I wonder if Kyle will show up alone LMAO is that mean? "Sallory's in the house" Cuuute "I have a girl crush on Mallory" ok he didn't show up. Oh shit wait. Nick. I KNOW HE DID NOT JUST DO THAT. Ok she's just still sick. I've never been more relieved for someone to be sick.

Bro they're purposefully stirring up drama with this "meet the people you didn't choose" shit.

Yeah, they're all talking about Kyle and Shaina. "Cheers to Shaina... I mean" BRO WHAT!? Bruh Deepti is just talking about how she likes all the other guys. Girl..

"You have great teeth" Bruh

"That's not a scratch mark, bro"

"She bit it so hard"

"If I was to say somebody would make it, it would probably be Shayne and Natalie" a lot of them are saying that, so maybe I just have a really warped view cause of mister Coach Steve Impersonator over there.

"She feels like my aunt" Bruhhhhh Now he's telling literally every guy? Bro that's gonna circle back around. Are you that stupid?

"I know she's not interested in me, and I want to go home" And now Jarrette is basically flirting with Mallory. C'mon Jarrette I liked you dude..

EDIT:

Somewhere in here there was an episode change I didn't notice so uhhh. Sorry bout that LMAO

[interestsofabookwormbitch]

Season 1 Episode 4

Starting another episode in my free time today I've got an hour and half, but I'm in a somewhat analysing mood, well see how this goes

Oh yeah, the blackout.

Ooh flashback.

Liz just doesn't feel it with Kyle. And wow someone hurt Rosa bad. That was kinda harsh.

Well, I wonder how they're gonna deal with this. Also, I just thought of this while writing, but I guess technically confirmation Max didn't tell Liz everything, but tbh, we knew that so it doesn't matter.

Isobel you tried that. It didn't work. Also, I really don't thing confessing will work tbh. Like even if he does the circumstances would point to him lying right? I just don't see Liz buying that completely. She wants answers, that'd be too easy.

Oh, Rosa's ex. He doesn't seem so bad tbh.

Lmao, protective father.

Ugh, this guy again. He's really tries to manipulate people. I hate him

Jenna don't fraternizte with the enemy. I hope this doesn't progress in anyway. I kinda like Jenna, so associating with that guy would be disappointing.

How has it taken this long for them to discuss each other's powers?

This is awkward... like "She feels like I'm a murderer" that's not what Isobel meant. Lmao

I feel bad for him though. Like this man is really going through it.

Oh shit. Actual consequences to the blackout. Tbh I didn't think there would be. Idk why, but I just didn't. Poor kid. Like genuinely.

Just casually rolling into to town to manipulate peoples minds. You know, as you do.

Also like, duh she didn't tell him.

Ooh. Calling the old man out. This low-key resonates though. Parents don't trust you, you lie. And don't get me wrong, her dad seems good, and I'm hearing what he's saying too, I just can't relate to his side (yet)

Fuck! What happened? Heart attack?

Ok, that was cool of Kyle ngl. I like him. Sometimes he makes me nervous (still does) but he's a good guy at heart

I like this dynamic. Michael and Maria I mean. Like it seems fun to watch. Also I'm assuming that man's order means Isobel did her thing right.

I forgot about the date tbh. That's awkward, and it's gonna end awkward if they continue with this since Liz is staying...

What is up with Maria and Isobel? Oof. I like this too though. Lmao. Maria is a obviously a good character cause I've found she's played off of everyone well.

I don't know how I feel about getting in Maria's head though. Idk idk. The set up feels like something will go wrong. It's always the set up with these shows.

(Uninportant tangent) Here's the thing. I'm a really anxious person, and I think of literally everything that could go wrong always. So I get really nervous reading or watching stuff. It's fun, tbh, but makes me feel dumb sharing if I turn out to be wrong.

Freak. Kinda rude and backhanded. Definitely isn't gonna help make nice. Nor are the comments during the reading. But also lmao Maria is like spot on and idk how but I love it.

Oh entering her head now and a flashback. I'm getting distracted by the background music though lmao. I love to dance to Shake It. Honestly bobbing my head along as I watch.

Why did Rosa hate Isobel though? Just cause she was the mean girl?

Oh no, this confrontation again. Everytime Max and Kyle are together I get worried Kyle's gonna reveal that Liz told him. It makes me nervous, and had I not been liveblogging I would look it up.

"We're just men" he says where both of them know it's not true. Obviously he isn't aware they both know, but still.

Rosa was gonna run away? The plot thickens.

Max is gonna have to do something. Like quickly.

😬😬 Jenna's about to find out if he keeps speaking like that.

What did Liz just find? I shouldn't ask that because it'll be answered soon.

Max that was not at all subtle... Jenna will be suspecting things now

Wow. Ok. Hmm. That's not great if she's right. Gonna be honest, I see no purpose in this being false, so I'll believe this reveal for now. My one question though, how is Liz an expert in handwriting? Like to the point of matching it? Like isn't that something that takes years of work, and she's in a more sciencey path. Idk. Just nitpicky.

Yeah, this would send someone spiraling. This back and forth on whether it's true or not right now is weird. Anyways. The fact that they're saying it's not true, to pointing how it could be, makes me believe it more.

Don't kiss. And they did. I'm not into this as a ship ngl.

Oh is Isobel still not okay? I thought that was just sort of a general, over did it, drink some nail polish remover and move on kinda deal. (On that note, how did they figure out to drink that stuff?)

This deal about that night is really blowing up in their faces seeing how it keeps getting brought up. Honestly, they probably thought they were in the clear from addressing it ever again as it's been a decade and then BAM! Liz come crashing into their lives threatening everything they've built, what with her knowing they're aliens, and also digging into her sisters past. I do get why these two don't like her. It just kinda sucks that we can't all get along yet. I feel things would be resolved so quickly if we all trusted each other. But that wouldn't be good stoy telling, and then I wouldn't watch the show. Probably.

Look, I know if I look logically, Liz and Kyle make sense and should be a good pair, they communicate well, they're obviously attracted to each other, they care about each other yada yada. But shipping isn't logical. So, imma pass.

Also this thing with his dad was kinda dealt with quicker than I expected. Like obviously they're looking into it, but I expected more conflict over it. Not sad to see a lack of it though

Ugh encounter. Oh this isn't as bad as I was expecting this to go.

Oh shit this confrontation is happening. See this is what I wanted to avoid. I knew it was coming, but why did it come? The betrayal of trust. Thought it is on both sides since he's still keeping secrets about Rosa. So you know, evens out... I don't really want to hit play. I hate moments like this.

This is hurting me. I'll leave it at that.

Agajdbks I'm analysing as I'm watching but I didn't want to hit pause so I kept going back and deleting.

So cage imagery brought up again, taken from Rosa of course. Being burned and needing to hide away in your armor. She's gotta break that cage and leave the safety of course that's coming later. Like this is a story, things like this get brought up to be broken. Same thing with how she only relies on facts. That rarely lasts in storied when it's brought up.

She's terrified is how she sums it up, but that's obviously more than just, "ooh alien may have killed my sister" and also relates to her feelings I'd say, I mean it makes sense. She's scared of opening up, of how she feels, and how he's involved with Rosa.

I honestly forgot more of what I was gonna say but oh well.

Jenna, don't you dare talk to him. Oh, he's fucking manipulating again. I hate him

Aw father daughter bonding. I like her dad

Ok, there lives are sad. Like idk, Michael hits the most just cause he's literally looking for some other alien to save him. It might as well be a child's fairytale tbh. Isobel's is sad too don't get me wrong, but something feels worse looking for someone not there.

And now they know about Kyle. Their lives are falling apart

Oh I'm running out of time I pause too much, I need to go, so commentary is short.

Gah! And of course it's right at the end with a reveal. Fuck me. I basically running to my practice and have no time to process and reflect anymore. I over thought things earlier. Damn. I'm watching the next episode tonight idc that I have to get up early.

[victorscanero]

All that jazz// tyrus fanfic

Summary: T.J. finds out that cyrus is related to clarienetist benny goodman and bonds with his dad over jazz.

In other words: everything you ever wanted.

“Jonah that's ridiculous” Andi shook her head “yeah Jonah I'm all about validating people's feelings but this is just ridiculous.” Cyrus put his hands on the table already ready to give a huge speech to the young anxious boy in front of him. “what's ridiculous?” T.J. asked sliding in next to Jonah since the seat by cyrus was take. By Andi “T.J.! My man! hey listen… Have you ever thought about singing?” Jonah asked making T.J. crack a smile “What?” “Don't listen to him he is extra crazy today.” Andi whispered “I'm not crazy I just need someone to sing with me at open mic night Thursday.” Jonah defended himself biting half of his baby tater. “Don't you always sing at open mic night? What's so different about this time?” T.J. asked “I just don't want to do the same thing every single time, you know? Cyrus doesn't want to help me out but that's fine next time he wants extra baby taters he better not ask me.” Jonah said joking “Goodmans aren't singers!! I don't know what to tell you.” Cyrus said

“Really? then who is that jazz singer your parents were telling us about last week? Did he Just become famous for not being able to sing?” that caught T.J.'s attention and he looked up from his baby taters “He wasn't a singer Jonah he was a clarinet player.” Andi said in a duh tone “wait” T.J. finally spoke making the three friends look at him ”Benny goodman?” He asked making Cyrus make a face “Yeah how do you know him?” Cyrus asked “Cyrus,, he helped guide the swing era in the 1930s how could I not know him? people literally called him the king of swing!” he explained “hm” cyrus looked impressed “You know, my dad always joked that i could use Benny goodman to make friends.”

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“Dad, Sharon we're home.” Cyrus called out as T.J. and him walked through the door he walked to his dad's office seeing the light that indicated when a patient was in was off he opened the door. “oh, hey boys.” he said as they walked in “Hey dad, can I show T.J. benny's clarinet?”  Rob (idk his dad's name uh) looked up “You haven't asked to see that thing in years.” “Yeah well” cyrus pointed slightly to T.J. “He's a fan.” cyrus smiled “I never thought I'd see the day.” rob smiled “why yes of course come here T.J. he put his hand on his back gesturing him to come around the desk behind him was a tall and long black shelf that took up most of the back wall. Rob reached up and cyrus realized the top of the shelf was deeper than he imagined because he pulled out 3 cases one by one. “Cyrus go start the tea please?” He opened the first case and he could just faintly hear his dad explaining the type of each one once the door was closed. “Did T.J. already leave?” His step mom asked “No he is with dad.” Cyrus said pouring water in a pot. “That can't be good for him” she joked “Actually” cyrus said sitting down “I think it's really good for him, he knew who benny goodman was and seems like a fan.” he smiled “oh honey, that really isn't good for him.” she said picking up her coffee. Cyrus gave her a . confused look “Your father will never let him leave now.” she laughed “you're right I should check on them.” he laughed

He walked in to see his dad showing T.J. the last clarinet. “Be careful your holding history” he smiled Cyrus stood back as his dad walked across the room to the piano.

“when I was a kid my parents forced jazz on me and by the time I was 8 they took me to my first lesson. man did I hate it the first year but now I love it.” he played a few notes before turning toward T.J. “Do you play?” Cyrus expected T.J. to say no “A bit yes, mind if I?” He gestured to the piano and rob got up “Not all please show us what you've got kid.”

A familiar tune came through and cyrus had no idea who it was but he knew he heard it before. seconds later his mom came in and then he remembered; his mom use to always play this song when he was younger. The song came to an end and sharon spoke up “Billie is one of my favorites, you played that beautifully T.J. How long have you been playing?” she asked “uh” T.J. thought for a moment “This june it will be 10 years, I started June when I was 5 though I haven't played in a while.”  he got up “let's see what you got Dr goodman” T.J. stood up “I feel like you're challenging me and you're challenge is accepted” he said and Cyrus caught his step mom rolling her eyes “I think it's time to let the boys be rob.” she smiled “you don't care that i steal your boyfriend do you cyrus?” Cyrus choked on his drink before saying “I would if i had one” T.J. laughed and rob had a facial expression one could read till realization hit him “oh OH I'm sorry” he said turning around “Anyways I'll leave the boys alone after I play a little louis Armstrong, do you listen to him T.J.?”

“Only as often as I breathe Dr. Goodman” rob laughed “I like him” he said “please call me rob.” That made sharon and Cyrus look at eachother with shocked faces. Cyrus’ dad is really nice but he doesn't make it a habit to tell cyrus’ friends to use his first name. Before they had time to speak Rob started playing what a wonderful life it was a nice tune cyrus decided he was going to ask him what it was named after. After it was done It was T.J's turn to look impressed “okay, okay you definitely one that” he smiled leave it to T.J. to make everything a competition “Are you staying for dinner?” Rob asked and T.J. looked to cyrus who said “yes” after that they went to cyrus’ room next door. “My dad really likes you.” cyrus said taking a sip of his tea “and i really like you” T.J. said making Cyrus choke on his drink for the second time today “today when your dad called me your boyfriend” he said asking if he remembered “yeah?” Cyrus said in a way that meant continue “I didn't correct him because sometimes I forget that we aren't together. Am i crazy? That sounds,, really crazy.  I know we haven't talked about it and i don't even know if you're gay Cyrus but I do like you and I'm just. going put it out there and i hope if you don't feel the same we can still be friends.” he said quickly after a few seconds of silence he added “but I'm really anxious so at least a “No I don't like you T.J. and yes you are crazy” would be great to hear. “Yes I do like you and you definitely aren't crazy” cyrus smiled “Cyrus will go out with me tomorrow?” T.J. asked “of course I will” cyrus smiled putting his hand on top of his after awhile of them just staring at eachother T.J. spoke up “Wow” he lightly laughed shaking his head “What?” Cyrus smiled towards him “I got believe benny goodman really got us together” He laughed resulting in cyrus hitting him with a pillow and T.J. laughing and hitting him back

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“So… do we tell them the walls are thin?” Rob asked “Don't you dare” sharon hit his shoulder

“It's not our fault we heard! we tell that boy to go downstairs or somewhere else when I have patient.” He said “I can't believe he said benny goodman got them together” he whispered smiling “Right? Talented and funny he is a keeper” sharon laughed.

[seouledbysisi]

A Time Like No Other

Chapter 8

The Meeting

Misun outfit: 

Nori Outfit: 

The girls walked through the huge reception area of the large building. They could feel their body reacting in nervousness. Misun's palms became a bit moist. Nori knew she was on edge so she needed to calm her down somehow. She stopped her for a moment, with her hands on her shoulders. “Misun, we got this okay? The worst thing that can happen is that we don't like his plan for us.”

Misun inhaled deeply. “I know. I just need a minute before we walk into that meeting. Can we pray? I think that might help.” She was becoming anxious.

Nori nodded. “Of course!” They grabbed one another hands and began to pray asking God to be with them in this meeting and to help them make the right decisions for their career and to guide them always.

“I feel better. You ready for this?” Misun asked in a bit more excitement than she had before.

Nori pulled her to the elevator and they embarked to the seventh floor where his office was. Miranda was already there waiting for them. As they walked in there were a few people waiting for them. Nori and Misun bowed a little and took their seats.

The president welcomed them in with a smile. “Some of my talent scouts came across your YouTube channel and I must say you have a lot people that seem to like what you're doing. Tell me why you started it?”

Misun nodded to Nori so she could answer.

“We really love music and we love the people that create beautiful music that touches others hearts. We wanted fans of these artists to be able to get a better feel of who they truly are as well as us being able to connect with the artists.” Nori explained.

“Music is not just something that you do or that you listen to. It's more about how you feel when you hear it or how it moves you. It's about the passion that these artists put into their artistry. We wanted to be able to get closer to that. We love entertainment period. We want to expand in so many ways.” Misun added.

The president nodded. “I like you. You're driven and anyone can work with a person that's passionate and not afraid of learning new things and new ways. So I propose that we draw up a contract that will link you exclusively to Ktown Entertainment. What do you think?”

Misun took a deep breath. “I know you have your own staff but this contract has to include our personal consultant, Miranda, as well. We wouldn't be where we are without her and there's no way we're leaving her behind.”

“That's not a problem. You just tell me what role she plays in your career and we can draw up a contract for her as well.” The president answered with a smile.

Miranda smiled big at the girls. She had so much faith in them and she was about ready to let them fly on their own, no she wasn't ready to let them go but she wasn't sure where her place would be at this point but she felt so much love and respect from them since they weren't ready to let her go as well. “Thank you.” She nodded in Misun and Nori's direction.

They talked more business and then the contracts were in their faces. A physical copy of the thing that was changing their lives for the better.

“So living arrangements?” Misun directed her question to the president.

His grin got bigger. “Oh yes, that apartment you're staying in. . .it's yours as long as you're signed with us. I need you two living here within the next month. I have a lot of work for you girls to get started with as well as media training and so forth.”

“A month? What about our lease? That's not up until November!” Nori directed to Misun.

The president placed his hand on both of their shoulders. “No need to worry. Whatever fee you have to pay to release you from your lease I will take care of. Don't worry. It's smooth sailing from here.”

Misun nodded. “Does Miranda have to move here?”

“If she wants to but we won't need her here all the time like we need you two. She can simply travel when necessary.” He replied.

Miranda shook her head. “I don't think my husband would like moving here right now so I'll just travel here when I'm needed.”

They got everything sorted out and they left.

Back at the apartment

Nori is throwing clothes everywhere while Misun is sipping on some red wine. “What are you looking for?” Misun asked her.

“Something to wear!” She plops down on the floor with the rest of her clothes.

Misun cocked an eyebrow up. “Where are you going?”

“You mean where are WE going!” Nori answered with a sly grin.

Misun shook her head. “Nope, I'm not going anywhere especially when you have that sneaky grin on your face!”

“You are going, so go find something sexy to wear because we owe ourselves to celebrate tonight!”

Misun lifted her glass of wine. “This is me celebrating, duh!”

Nori pulled her off the bed. “Get your booty in that room and find something sexy! If you don't I will for you!”

Misun pouted as she walked into the room. “Okay okay! Gosh!”

Misun finally found something that was suitable for a club setting. She didn't go to clubs back home except for when Nori would drag her there so this was totally out of her element but she may as well live a little. She began to curl her long black hair. She loosened the curls so that they would look more like beach waves. She fixed her makeup and finally exited her room where her best friend was awaiting her.

Nori's eyes widened. She was stunned. “Whoa mama! You look hot! Every Korean guy is going to want a piece of Misun, tonight!” She couldn't take her eyes off of her bestie.

Misun began to blush and waved her off. “Stop! I feel very uncomfortable. Is this too much?”

“It's just enough. Let loose please. Even if it's just for tonight, please have some real fun. We deserve this!” Nori told her with a grin.

Misun nodded. “Okay, I won't be so in my head tonight. You look beautiful by the way, every man is that building is going to want YOU!”

Nori winked at her. “I know. That's the point of this whole outfit. Give them a taste of what they can't have. Now let's go because Miranda is waiting on us downstairs.”

“She's coming with us? Her husband is going to kill her!” Misun acknowledged.

Nori shrugged. “She's still young, she needs a life outside of him. Plus what he doesn't know can't hurt him. Let's go!”

They jumped into the vehicle with Miranda. “Dang, Miranda! You clean up really nice!” Misun told her.

“If I could dress like this all the time I would but Michael hates me showing any type of skin.” She said as she rolled her eyes and drove away from the apartment building.

Monsta X

The music was banging in their ears as they sipped on their beer in the V.I.P. section that was highly secured. There were so many fans trying to get an invite to join them but the guys just weren't feeling it tonight. They simply waved to the fans and threw hearts in their direction. They just were trying to relax and enjoy their time there.

“Times like this I kind of wish I wasn't famous.” Wonho admitted.

The guys all looked at him stunned. “What do you mean?” Shownu asked him.

“I love our fans of course but we're stuck in this section until we leave because they're swarming this area. Don't you ever just want to get on the dance floor and grab a pretty girl and dance the night away?” Wonho explained.

Minhyuk nodded. “I understand. Just be treated like a normal person because we are just normal people who just happen to perform too. I get you.”

“Go grab a pretty girl and dance with her then. We have security. Have fun!” Kihyun urged.

Shownu shook his head. “Monbebe may not like that very much.”

“What are you talking about? Whoever he dances with is a monbebe. They will be happy that we're giving them real attention.” Kihyun argued. “Go Wonho!”

Wonho chuckled. “I don't know, maybe Shownu is right.”

Shownu smirked. “No, maybe I'm not. You gotta live your life. Go dance! Or invite one of them in to dance with you.” Shownu didn't want to ruin everyone else night simply because he wasn't really into it.

Wonho nodded and patted Shownu's shoulder. He told one of their security guys to invite a few of the fans in. The ladies came in and sat next to the guys.

The girl who sat next to Shownu kept talking to him expecting better responses than he was giving. “What's wrong with you?” She asked him playfully. “Am I not pretty enough?”

Shownu snapped out of it for a moment. He felt bad that he was being rude. “Oh no, you're gorgeous. I'm just in a weird mood tonight.” He replied with a smile.

The girl moved some of her hair behind her ear. “It's okay. Maybe I can help you feel better. Dance with me?”

“No you don't have to.” He replied with a small smile and looked away.

She stood up and grabbed his hand. “I insist that you dance with me. You love to dance and I love to have a good time so give me a chance to help you feel better!”

He stood up. He couldn't allow her to keep begging for his attention so he obliged. Maybe this would open him up a bit. He had been closed off for a few weeks and he needed to get himself out of whatever funk this was. He grabbed her hips softly as she swayed them from side to side.

She placed her arms around his neck. “Is it working yet?” She asked with a flirtatious smile.

He nodded. He couldn't lie, dancing was like therapy for him so it was helping and he couldn't deny this woman's beauty.

The other guys began dancing with the other females that were up there with them until something caught Changkyun's eye. He let go of the girl he was dancing with and moved closer to the safety railing so he could get a closer view of the dance floor which was downstairs.

Hyungwon followed his gaze and moved closer too. “Is that who I think it is?”

Changkyun jumped a little from the realization that Hyungwon was now standing next to him. “Boy, you scared me! So if they're here at this club that means Shownu could've possibly seen them at the mall too, right?”

“Maybe he's not going crazy. What are the odds though? We keep ending up in weird situations with them.” Hyungwon couldn't figure out how this kept happening.

“Should we tell Shownu though?” Changkyun asked.

“Tell me what?” Shownu asked in confusion.

Changkyun jumped again from shock. “Y'all have got to stop sneaking up on me like this!”

Shownu laughed. “Why are you so jumpy tonight? Lay off the beer.”

“It's not the beer, trust me!” He responded as he hit Shownu's arm.

Shownu scanned the dance floor to try and see if he could figure out why they were near the rail just watching especially when they had beautiful women in VIP with them. “So you guys would rather stand over here by yourselves watching everyone else have a good time than dance with pretty girls? That's strange.”

“I just don't feel good right now. That's all.” Changkyun lied.

Shownu simply nodded. The other guys gathered with them.

“What's wrong? Everyone just disappeared out of nowhere.” Jooheon asked as he held the hand of one of the girls.

“Changkyun doesn't feel good.” Shownu answered.

Kihyun scrunched his face up. “You were literally just fine like two minutes ago!”

“Well now I'm not. It may be something I ate. I just needed to get away for a second that's all.”He replied in a snarky way.

Wonho's eyes widened. “I think I see Misun and Nori.”

Shownu and Jooheon both snatched their heads in his direction. “WHAT?”

Wonho pointed at the two women who were dancing in a group with guys and girls surrounding them. “I could spot them from a mile away. They stand out.”

Jooheon dropped the fan's hand quickly and started walking towards the exit of the VIP section.

Shownu grabbed his arm to stop him. “What are you doing!?”

“What do you mean? I'm going down there!” Jooheon answered him quickly with a bit of an attitude.

“Weren't you the one telling me to basically move on?” Shownu inquired.

Jooheon sighed. “Yeah but they're here and so are we. When destiny calls, you come running now let's go down there and see what's up!”

Shownu licked his lips a little. “You know we shouldn't do that. They both have our numbers and neither of them have reached out to us. That means they don't care and we shouldn't push it.”

“That's bull! You're scared of rejection. You can continue this night in fear but you'll be doing it alone!” Jooheon snatched his arm away.

“I'm not scared of rejection. We've already been rejected, Jooheon! I'm not putting myself out there anymore just to keep getting the same reaction. They're here in Seoul and we still haven't heard a peep from them so what does that tell you? It tells me that Misun just isn't that into me! Do yourself a favor and take my advice.” Shownu's voice escalated a little as he talked to Jooheon. He was frustrated. He walked away and sat back down on the couch.

Jooheon glanced back downstairs to try and find Nori and Misun. He noticed Nori looking up towards where they were. For a second he thought she may have seen them but he shook the thought away and drank the rest of his beer up. “I'm ready to go right now.” He told the guys.

[simstryingtheirbestok]

He felt terrible--he felt better than he ever had before. He was anxious--he was assured. He knew she loved him--he knew he would lose her. Up, down--even meditation wasn't helping.

For one thing, he couldn't seem to sit still long enough to do it.

The phone rang. Yolanda. She didn't call often. Yuri considered ignoring it, then worried maybe something was wrong.

"Hey, Yolanda. Everything okay?"

"Sure, we're all fine. I was just talking to Mom."

Why did I answer the phone? He didn't want to think about his family right now. He didn't want to exchange pleasantries. He wanted to work on the house he was building for himself and Tahiya. It was the only activity that seemed to steady him somewhat.

Maybe Yolanda could sense his irritation, because abruptly she came to the point:

"I heard you're having an affair with an Egyptian woman."

His rebellious side flared immediately. "So what if I am? And who'd you hear that from? I haven't--"

"Mom," said Yolanda. "Duh? She has business contacts all over the world now that she's running the company."

So the locals were talking. Great.

"Enya doesn't know," Yolanda added. "I mean, none of us has told her. Mom wanted me to talk to you first."

Yuri couldn't stand it. "Stay out of my business, Yolanda, for fuck's sake! Telling my wife?! Why would you even--"

"Calm down," Yolanda said. "Mom just wanted to know what your plans are, I think. You know, monetarily."

Yuri snorted.

"It's always about money with her."

"Yup," said Yolanda. This was a rant she'd heard many times, Yuri knew, because he had made it many times; but he couldn't stop himself.

"FUCK money. This has nothing to do with money! This is about my happiness, okay? My life, not Mom's. Not yours either!"

"And definitely not Dad's, right?"

Oh. Oh, she didn't.

"Yolanda," Yuri said after a moment, "I hope you didn't just compare me to Guy. Because I am nothing--"

Yolanda interrupted him.

"I mean, you're something like him now, Yuri, because you're cheating on your wife."

"Just like Dad," Yolanda added, as if the comparison weren't perfectly clear. "I don't make the rules, Yuri."

He wanted to throw his phone off the roof and into the Nile.

"Tell Mom," he said finally, "that this is none of her fucking business. But for your information, Yolanda, I am nothing like my father. Nothing. Guy turned into a sleaze the second we moved into Dragon Valley--and it's not that he 'cheated on Mom,' Yolanda, because that makes it sound like a one-time thing, and you know it wasn't."

"I know." This, too, was well-trod conversational ground between them, but again, Yuri couldn't stop himself.

"it's that he quit doing anything else besides sometimes going to work and all the time chasing women. I don't know why Mom puts up with it! He's--"

"He's different from you how, exactly?"

"Here's the difference," Yuri said angrily, "I'm correcting a mistake I made long ago to finally marry the woman of my dreams."

"How is she the woman of your dreams if you only just met her?" Yolanda asked, and Yuri could tell she was laughing at him, which only enraged him more.

He would ignore the question. Be like water. Moving on!

"I will tell Enya as soon as I'm home in a couple of days that it's over, and I will make every effort to provide for her and the kids--"

"Noble of you," Yolanda said.

"--but then that's it. That's where it ends! I'm not going to have multiple hookups with multiple women that I only half-assedly try to hide from my wife, then hope she agrees to look the other way. I'm going to be honest with Enya, because she deserves that and because, unlike our father, I am a man of integrity. Look--I love her, Yolanda! Just not in the way that I love Tahiya."

Yolanda sighed.

"So it's serious."

"Entirely," Yuri said, and ended the call before he could say anything else he might regret.

He had said too much already, but not, he thought, without provocation.

His mother! Yolanda! What in the meddling-ass hell--did other men put up with this?! Surely not? Had Che Guevara's mother--

His phone rang again: Yelena. We're not doing this!

Yuri declined the call.

Then he went through his contacts and furiously blocked every member of his family except Enya and the kids.