#like i accidentally had someone blocked for a whole half of a year

[fastianini]

nah because why does tumblr have a live feature too now

[thekissofaphrodite]

I Grew this for you, Ives.

Luke Castellan X Daughter of Demeter! Reader

Summary: Your secret meetup with your boyfriend, Luke, might have been interrupted by Percy Jackson.

Warnings: MakeUp...MAKEOUT- I MEAN. Language (Tell me if i missed one!)

Author's note: It might be kinda weird that the title doesn't match the summary but trust me, it's worth reading. + If you saw a fic from another blog the same as this i requested it and decided i wanna make the fic myself.

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New kid, New responsibility. You were known as being motherly towards every kid that stepped in Camp Half Blood. And Maybe, Just maybe, Percy Jackson considered you as his Camp Mom, It wasn't new for older campers seeing a new 12 year old boy follow you around and look up at you with big puppy eyes along with Grover's confused look, but oh well.

Ever since your Godly Mother, Demeter has claimed you, Luke has called you Ives since then. It all happened when three years ago, you ended up in Camp Half blood after your mortal father has been killed by a chimera, much to his sacrifice, You might have offered some small offerings to your Brother In Law, Hades, to watch him in the underworld. Your first week into camp half-blood, Chiron had announced that Capture the Flag will be the first game for the day, you were teamed up with the reds (Much to your disappointment) you were near the cabin fire when two boys from the blue team had cornered you (One of them was luke) you raised you hands to cover yourself but then, Two ivy vines sprouted out the soil and blocked them, horror washed over you when one of the vines that you 'accidentally' summoned strangled one of the boys, Luke was able to escape and still..Blue team one.

While they were celebrating, The red team started ranting angrily about how you made them lose, You sat in a corner, your head leaned against an oak tree as you sobbed, then, a bright greenish-yellow light appeared with gold sickle with a few sheaths of wheat above your head, No one was there, not until a group of campers saw you, they ran and moments later, almost dozens of campers were in front of you, including chiron.

"All Hail Y/n Y/L/N, Daughter of Demeter"

Bunch of flowers started sprouting near you, The forest and plants looked much more healthier in your eyes as every one knelt down, Including Luke, Who gave you a mischievous wink.

"....And this is the mess hall, You're always designated to sit with your cabin mates but that depends, most unclaimed kids just sit with their friends" You said, Glancing at Percy, The young boy just nodded shyly and coughed,trying to hide his blushing cheeks.

"Looks like someone has a crush on you" Luke appeared behind you with a grin, Percy's eyes immediately went wide, making you chuckle.

"Crushes don't hurt, it's admiration afterall" You whispered before giving percy a light kiss on his cheeks, leaving luke shocked.

One of you halfsiblings, Althea, called you over. Apparently, another one of your half sibling's EX boyfriend from the Dionysus cabin used a lard grapevine to ruin the bathroom door inside the cabin while you sibling is showering out of rage and jealousy.

Now, As head of your cabin, It's either you spent one whole hour being lectured by Mr. D out of his favoritism or...Plead with one of the Hephaestus kids to fix it for you.

What a day.

Giving Luke and Percy one last smile, You left.

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"C'mon Felix! This is the only time that i've asked for a favour out of all the favours i've done for you, You'd do it for me" You pleaded as you followed him back and forth inside his cabin's workshop.

"Look, Y/n, I love you as my friend, but i can't do it, not right now"

"What if i give you a 25$ gift card from burger king and......" You scouried your pocket hoping to find something, Your eyes lit up as you felt a bill in your palms "50 dollars...and...." You then went to pat your bra and pulled out a coin. "A Peso"

You then placed it in his soily hands, Felix's face remained calm, he then took the money.

"It's warm..." He said kinda horrified...You pulled the peso out of your bra for the gods sake!

"Take it or leave it."

He then rolled his eyes and grabbed his toolbox.

"Lead the way"

You squealed and hugged him before pulling him to your cabin.

As you watched him repair the door in silence, Felix broke the silencce by purposely dropping a hammer to the ground, the loud clattering sound made you flinch a little, he smirked "Thinking about Luke?"

You snorted, as if tho you weren't actually thinking about him, "No, i'm thinking about Percy"

"The new kid who broke Clarisse's spear? he's badass"

"mhm, Son of Poseidon"

"Speaking of, How's Luke?"

There was a moment of silence before you replied.

"Fine"

"Just 'fine' ? No ungodly things happening?"

"No" You could've bursted out laughing.

"I don't believe you, C'mon tell me some elaborate details"

You raised your brow, a mischievous glint appearing in your eyes.

"Actually, if you finished that, i'll tell you"

The Hephaestus boy huffed and went back to work

After an hour, Felix finished repairing the door and bid you a goodbye (Along with a side-eye)

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It was now 11 pm, the Campfire sing-along ended almost an hour ago, and you were in your cabin, re-arranging your stuffed toys for the 5th time, (Making one plushie lay beside you will cause chaos among the plushies)

"Carrie..You go here and..Princess should be right....here, Done!"

All of your plushies were in order when you heard a knock from the window near your bunkbed. then, you saw luke, still in his usual camp shirt, unlike you who was in your rather inappropriate pajamas.

His eyes first landed on you, he then grinned before groaning and landing on your soft bunk bed.

"Hey ives-"

"Luke, what're you doing here?!" You hissed, afraid that your half siblings might caught you two.

"Can i not see you?"

"You can, but not at this time" You huffed, But he was still grinning before pulling a flower pot, with a rose.

"I grew this for you, Ives" He whispered, His eyes carefully scanning you expression before you chuckled.

"You know i can grow this in seconds?"

"Mhm, But still, I love you 'till the very last rose in this entire world wilt into ash"

A smile graced upon your lips before luke grabbed your cheeks and kissed you, the flowerpot fell into your bed, the soil staining your new bedsheet, You couldn't care less.

You deepened the kiss by pulling Luke by his neck, and a groan escaped his lips, his calloused hands then slowly went up your shorts making you moan a little, His hands became closer and closer and closer until-

"Luke?"

You two pulled away, Luke's hands were still in your inner thighs, he took a peak into your window and saw Percy, in his cute pajamas with messy blonde hair.

"Percy" Luke breathed.

"What's up?"

"The Apollo cabin seemed to be having a party, the noise is too loud and i can't sleep, i was wondering if you could go see it "

You then peaked into your window, your cheeks were pressed against luke's

"Y/n? Wait..what are you guys doing? and...why are you in her window?" Percy asked, his drowsiness seemed to have vanished.

Luke couldn't even answer percy himself, he started chuckling softly before burying his face into your neck and smothered it with kisses.

Percy then stood still before realizing, he cleared his throat, but before he could leave you called him.

"You know what? I think Luke could actually take a look at those Sun Brats" Luke immediately groaned and looked at you.

"Seriously?"

"Seriously. Go help the poor boy"

"Yes Ma'am"

He then got up and just as he was about to climb down your bunk bed you stopped him.

"Nah uh, You can leave where you entered"

The dark haired boy chuckled, and and started climbing down the window, before he could jump back to the ground you kissed him one last time, But this time, the kiss was much more passionate. You could've sworn percy made a gagging face before turning around.

"I love you Ives"

" 'Till the very last rose in this entire world wilt into ash" You said, Luke's eyes soften.

You watched as he and Percy went to the Apollo cabin to resolve the chaos.

The flower potted rose sat in your bed, You took it, and glanced at the beautiful red beauty, You sniffed the fragrance before placing it near your window as you felt Hypnos' warm palm caressing you to sleep.

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The next day, The first thing you did was bang into Felix's cabin, Giving him every detail from last night as Luke, along with percy watched you from afar.

A/N:

Hey Guys! I've been gone for too long and i just watched the new PJO series and i have to be honest, I fell in love with Charlie as Luke so here's a little treat for you guys while i finish my other fics, i do hope you guys like it!

[vxiphoid]

PIXELATED ZEN

❨ summary ❩ genshin › genshin men playing minecraft with you ((ft. alhaitham, itto, cyno, diluc, kazuha, kaeya, heizou, & xiao))

tags ✧ modern au, drabble, fluff, chaotic energy, not proofread, cursing, ooc(?), established relationship, gn!reader, kaeya sets a forest on fire, alhaitham does not appreciate bees, mentions of pixelated deaths

amanuensis’ message ⊹ IM NOT TRYING TO KILL MY OTHER FANDOMS I SWEAR… im gonna back up from twst for a bit (im literally posting scarabia soon.) you can clearly tell who my favorites are… this unlocked a whole different part of my brain holy shit im deceased

⌜200+ e/chara ⌟

♫ blossom - t. shan

genshin masterlist

ALHAITHAM

╰┈➤ tbh he thinks minecraft is stupid, i mean, why not read a book instead of burning the images of pixels into your eye sockets😒 yeah, he’d just rather books. its a game about blocks, what could possibly be so interesting? he will admit the music is… nice. its nostalgic even though he’s never heard the track before. his favorite animals are the axolotl idk they’re his little pookies. its their little stick arms, they look so silly… as soon as haitham found out that you could color things its over, he make some sweet things like putting a sign on top of your shared house with both initials with colored dye. he’s so happy, just not very vocal about it, but he has the smallest of smiles. he definitely has headphones with the crochet sprout on it omg😭 alhaitham does not like bees whatsoever, they stung him for trying to get food. he just wanted honey :[

“look, the dog’s collar is blue. and the sign’s letters are green and then if you add a glow squid’s ink, it lights up.”

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ARATAKI ITTO

╰┈➤ he has waited YEARS for someone to play minecraft with him omfg. certified snack hoarder for times like these. you both literally hit each other to show love, you’ve accidentally killed him once bc he didn’t tell you that he had like half a heart… itto likes the water, hates the guardians because who do you think you are attacking him out of nowhere??? gets one shotted by the elder guardian while trying to fight it with a stick and then blames it on magma blocks pulling him down. GAMING WITH HIM IS NEVER CALM GODS💀 you cannot lay on him or anything bc as soon as those cave sounds or disc 13 start playing, he’s already done sprung out of his seat. his screams are actually really funny though, you got him a cat from how much he’s been assaulted by creepers. when you introduced him to shaders, he was so in awe. “babe i have a shadow!” type of excitement JAKEJEJDMnda.

“the cat’s name is sir arataki the third, you are now my loyal guard cat. who’s an adorable little guy?”

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CYNO

╰┈➤ look at this nerd (affectionate), ofc he plays cubecraft. loved it so much that when he didn’t have the actual game, he would play the really bad knockoffs💀 plays on console so you can sit between his legs, lean back, and game with him. cyno hate the split screen because he always gets confused on what side he’s on so he lets you use his switch, that way you’re both still comfortable. he’s more of an explorer if you do get mod packs for him, likes the horror ones the most. there’s nothing like hitting the enemy or shit talking the thing that could potentially one shot you with your s/o‼️ yall crouch a lot, its like a little dance. he really likes the disc “far” it itches his brain in the right way. definitely downloads the little raccoon mobs but then regrets it because he gives up all his berries to them, look at their little begging arms, literally how can you say no to that?? AND THEY WASH THE BERRIES. you both fall asleep to the ambience and to each others breathing all cuddled up ‘n warm. cyno absentmindedly sings the music while chopping wood or mining that shit has you SLUMPED. he kisses your head when you fall asleep, smiling like a silly goober.

“do-do-do-do do-do-do-do do, neow neow neow nneow neeeowwww… huh? oh, i’m almost done then we can go to bed, yeah? i’ll charge the switch too, don’t worry. just rest.”

(he’s singing that one part in danny lmfao)

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DILUC

╰┈➤ diluc does not understand the concept of minecraft but its okay, he’s just happy to be here. he also doesn’t call it minecraft but “cave game”, the original name, he did his research though it is rare that he actually calls it minecraft. found out that you could breed animals and accidentally made a pack of wolves. diluc is really good with redstone its actually insane😭 he’s the type to protect you the whole time while you’re getting flowers for the house, boyfriend bodyguard. diluc doesn’t play much because of his job but when he does, he’s prepared to sit for hours and spend time with you :(. these are the times where he’s most affectionate, randomly kissing your cheek, getting water for the both of you before you play, etc. luc loves the mod pack “industrial”, he can build machines, how neat is that??? also it has way more OMFP with the added features it has yk? he likes the trains :D

“is the water running…? the water’s running, they have moving windmills!”

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KAEDEHARA KAZUHA

╰┈➤ kazuha has the most expensive equipment yet doesn’t use this shit half of the time unless he’s streaming with heizou??? like im talking msi infinite rs pc, multiple monitors, a graphic drawing tablet, headphones with immaculate sound quality AND!!! the ear cups have fucking cyberpunk 3d wing guards on them. but anyways, minecraft, yes, he plays. in fact, kaedehara has about 10 beaten hardcore worlds every time a new update comes out, he must beat the game again. he rarely plays minecraft without his shaders so when you want to play the original og minecraft, he doesn’t mind, he actually enjoys the nostalgia. so much so the music is actually his background music when he’s just lazing around. words cannot express how much he dislikes (hates) wardens omg. he’ll protect you from them but if there were diamonds behind a warden, ig he’s going somewhere else😭 kazuha gives you random shit, weather that be something really sweet or questionable…

“love, do you want my rotten flesh? here<3 oh! and, i also got you some steak, you’re low on hearts…”

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KAEYA

╰┈➤ he’s heard of it, watched people play, just never played it. but when he does… he’s a menace. kaeya got his hands on flint and steel and set an entire jungle on fire… but he can be sweet sometimes! you’re the one protecting his ass while he walks around at night UNARMED to gather blue flowers for you. like you’re cute, but take a shield or something😭 he’s jumped off of a tall building before and landed on half a heart for a stack of bread you didn’t want. he’s rather oblivious to the mobs around him, he once thought shulkers were friends because they were just “silly little guys in little boxes” yk until they almost killed him. you bought him his own skin and introduced him to parrots and now its his favorite animal, he looks like a pirate!!! kaeya is chaotically sweet.

“yes, you almost died protecting me but how could you resist my everlasting love plus pixelated blue flowers?”

(has a cat unironically named ice spice LMFAO)

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SHIKANOIN HEIZOU

╰┈➤ your boyfriend is good at literally anything else BUT minecraft. its the way this game constantly has it out for him too like what did bro do??🙁 heizou stream’s with kazuha every now and again and on those, he still doesn’t know what to do… he’d rather play on the servers, bedwars in particular. extremely good at bw, you’d rather NOT be his enemy😭😭 wins almost every single game even when he carries, rank 98 in the server. yet when it comes to a casual server between you and him, the chats are filled with his deaths and his hashtagged rages💀 heizou despises silverfish which is also why he hates going into strongholds, they could get stomped on for all he cares! >:( he has texture packs with really beautiful skies and then a picnic mod so he can stargaze with you and eats minecraft cake :(<3

“oh. babe, green is heading for our bed, no pressure or anything. i loovveee youuu😚”

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XIAO

╰┈➤ xiao has the MOST downloaded mod packs, shaders, and worlds. not very expensive mod packs most of the time but when they are, they’re always good. spends his time fighting off mobs at night, #1 totem holder. he even has his own custom skin!!! he’s kinda been waiting for you to ask so when you do play mc together, you already have your own room, but when you voluntarily move your bed into his room to sleep… he melts. xiao loves cuddling while the two of you play, he’d rather your arms around him than the other way around, feels more intimate. you have matching hoodies for occasions like this. he has the dragon mod pack and has his own golden and orange dragon named ‘li’. he doesn’t talk while gaming, curses silently when he gets hit, but other than that doesn’t talk. if you want to talk, he’ll listen, he likes hearing about your day :].

“no, keep talking. i’m listening. see, li’s listening too.”

[threepandas]

Bad End: Traps

"Darling~!" A rich voice greeted me, as I stepped through the final doors leading to an opulent office. "You're looking better! Are you finally adjusting to the anti-poisons? I know they made you feel quite sick."

THAT was an understatement. Try worst cramps and fever of my life, with a dose of puking for days. They put me on IVs. Buuuut? I wasn't gonna say THAT. Not a chance in hell. We, team Earth that is, were supposed to be here for DIPLOMACY. So? Fucking LIE~☆

Yep! "Bit" sick. Just a touch. Hardly noticed, really. Took a nap.

Veneni laughed, rising from the elegant sprawl she'd been resting on one of her "not called couches but totally are" things. To be honest, her voice reminds me of those old "radio stars" from the clips at the museums. All smooth yet husky, curling around you, like they're going to invite you somewhere dark to learn a naughty little secret if you're very VERY good.

Kind of voice you could listen too for HOURS, reading the most boring shit imaginable, and it be the best time you'd had in years.

I am... SO gay, for Veneni.

Like? You DO NOT UNDERSTAND. She SASHAYS. Not walks. Not strolls. Sashays! Like life is a catwalk and she is the alpha bitch here to show these other models how it's DONE. But also? Like she doesn't even NOTICE! It's just... effortless. How she moves. All delicate hand motions and rolling hips and curves.

That I Can Not Touch because she is SUUUUPER poisonous.

Which is? Frankly? Homophobic and a crime against me, specifically. Yeah, her whole species is like that. And it's why all of us are suffering through the Anti-poison adjusters. But STILL! I can't even "accidentally" brush her hand? No potential kissing of hot hot hot alien gf? Illegal. Blocked. Everyone here is a bastard and I want to complain.

.....not, mind you, that I have the metaphorical lady balls to actually CONFESS anything.

But you know... maybe.... maybe if I pine hard enough?

Good ol' stand awkwardly nearby and mentally project "NOTICE ME SEMPAI!" At her? I put on my nice outfit! Makes the girls look-! Wait, does her species even give a shit about boobs? FUCK. Okay, see this? THIS is why I was a flight assist. Just inventory and handing stuff to people who knew what they were doing.

MASTER of the fine arts of "I Can Understand The Instruction Manuel, In Case Of Emergency"!

Pretty good at coffee, too. Not to brag.

But, like? Jokes aside? Things had been... Bad.

Everything had gone to shit. Then somehow found a shovel in the manure pile and started digging. Started OUT okay! Really, it had! Travel was unexpectedly a bit rough. Some sort of space storm that went RIGHT over my head, but we dodged every major catastrophe. Got here in one piece.

There was a fancy meeting party. Whiiiich? In hindsight? Terrible idea. WAY too many people with hella poisonous skin, standing WAY too close. Only reason we didn't IMMEDIATELY lose the head diplomate? Was the regulation "new planet, unknown pathogens" full body biosuit. He? Got a HUG. Like... right out the ship.

Oof. That would have been IT, for him. Unfortunately, he didn't make it past that much longer. Someone's pet bit him. And? Yep. Completely fucking venomous. Lethally so. A tragedy, right? Outlier, surely?

Ha!

No. No this planet was trying to fucking kill us. It was a toxin coated hellpit and had so far? Murdered just over half the diplomatic crew. Those that were still alive? Over half of THEM were in emergency care. With just over a forth of the OTHER survivors being the only ones who could safely care for them.

Rest of us were either in isolation or sick as FUCK.

Isolation for those who needed to get rescued, because the Anti-poison adjusters would fucking kill them. Or sick as hell, for those few who remain that finally, FINALLY had found a way to Not DIE.

ALL WHILE PEACE TALKS WERE TRYING TO HAPPEN.

It was a shit show~☆

I? Went from basically a nobody? To "congrats! By merit of NOT being dead or dying, you're the head diplomat by proxy!" Which? Fucking WHAT? You could physically SEE the stress radiating off the poor guys back home, as they tried to speed run me through "how to not Accidentally A War 101".

I was pretty sure his cup, did in fact, NOT contain coffee. But I wasn't telling.

Instead, I got the honor of carrying the video call. Literally. Since our tech was incompatible. I got to carry the whole set up. Portable battery included. So the ACTUAL Really, Actually, Trained In Diplomacy, Diplomat could call in. And then I could look pretty and nod seriously at the appropriate times.

Mmmmhmmm. Yes. I agree. I both understand what is being said, AND support Earth's position on these matters! I have definitely studied the materials. Am supposed to be here. We have DEFINITELY suffered no catastrophic loses, pay no attention to the chaos behind the curtains! Diploooomacyyyyy....

God, she is pretty.

Watching her smile, her sensors gently shift around her like flowing water, the way her hand delicately gestured as she spoke? I... I wanted to build her, like, a cabin or something. Bring her breakfast in bed. Maybe adopt an alien dog together. And like? I don't even KNOW how to build shit. But, fuck it. I'd learn.

Cause I mean... you KNOW you got it bad, when you look at Toxic Super Hell the planet, look at pretty lady, look BACK at the planet that in no uncertain terms ACTIVELY thirsts for your blood... and go?

"So when do I move? Feeling REAL patriotic for my new home! Wooo, New Home!"

Yes I have a problem. Shut up, I'm aware.

A quite click signaled the end of their talks. Finally done for the day. I definitely, in now way shape or form, perk up like an excited puppy hearing the word "walkies". Because that? THAT would suggest I had WAY more dignity. I am a thirsty, thirsty bitch, okay? SO PRETTY. Nice laugh! Calls me Darling!! I have a LIST!!!

"Mmmm, what an unpleasant man that was. Did something happen to Mr. Ho?" She asked, stretching in the slow rolling way of hers. It looked boneless and decadent. REALLY distracting. "I hope nothing Serious~. We were nearly on the cusp of getting you home! I do hope he gets well soon. But, ah~, where ARE my manner today, Darling? You must be starving!"

Veneni sweeps forward to tuck my arm in hers, pulling me against her side. Even through my biosuit and her modest dress... I... I can FEEL her body heat. How soft and warm she feels pressed close against me. She smells tingly and spiced, kinda like citrus and mulled cider. NOT! That I'm smelling her! WHICH I'M NOT!! Because that would be so, SO creepy! It's just-!? You know-?! AaaaaaAAA???

She guides me to our little table. Probably set up for guests in general. But... you know... kinda like to THINK of it? As ours?

I REALLY need to stop while I am ahead. Good fucking gods. Ignore me.

Mmm, yes, distraction cake! Let's talk about THAT instead! Wonder what she-? I then choked on my drink. Because... because after bringing out the usual traditional deserts of she was teaching me about? And dishes I could try? Veneni... c.. casually as you please rests her chin, propped up on one hand, then reaches out with the other... to place it on my hand, which rests on the table between us.

Hear that? That's my soul screaming at a pitch only dolphins can make.

OH MY GOD.

I'd like to say? I don't immediately embarrass myself? But that's a lie. I make a wheeze reminiscent of something dying horribly. Against all odds. She is NOT immediately disgusted and done with me. Dear lord, my parents may actually have a chance at seeing me married! Holy FUCK.

Wait. No. Slow your roll.

SMILE first. We GOT this! Seduce her!

I open my mouth... and stupid fell out. FUCK.

"Calm yourself, Darling!" She laughs, the bemused fondness lighting up her face. "You hardly need to impress ME! Believe me. I knew you were mine the second I saw you. Nothing could possibly change that~"

Her cute fangs catch the light, deadly sharp. Her's is a predatory species. I wonder if they like social touch? Cause I REALLY want to cuddle. Hold hands. Touch. Ooooother stuff~ But! Mostly the Hold Cute Alien GF! Assuming that's where this is headed. Please GOD let that be where this is headed!

"I was thinking... and I don't want to be too forward, of course," oh god please do "and I hope I'm not interpreting things incorrectly!" You are not. Take me you magnificent, purple, high femme queen amongst the masses. "But... I would VERY much like to... get to know you, Darling. On a more... personal level...?"

I kept my lips pressed desperately together to keep from literally shouting the word "Yes" in her face. Be cool. BE COOL! We are both cool and Very Normal About This! Scream in incoherent joy later!

Y..Yeah! Sounds great!

This is the best day of my-!

An explosion shook the biodome. While the whole planet WAS toxic as fuck? There were levels to it's toxicity. Some places too much for even native life forms to handle. And, of course, no place that non-natives could safely survive. Thus the capital's biodome. Highly filtered air, earth, and resources. Built for diplomacy and several critical care hospitals.

Now under attack. Another bomb exploded. Cracks in the dome.

I could only stare in mute horror at the pillar of smoke. Because... Because that was the isolation area. Our evac's. Someone just blew up... Then my brain seemed to comeback online all at once, as adrenaline flooded my system. I looked between the still unpacked call system and Veneni.

A piece of tech or a high ranking, probably high interest target. My maybe hopefully girlfriend. Not really much of a choice.

Fucking LEAVE IT.

We had to go. I pulled Veneni up, told her as much. She looked so startled.

"Of... Of course, Darling. Yes. You're right. I AM probably a target, aren't I?" The thought didn't seem to have occurred to her. God, I felt like a monster having to bring such ugliness to her attention. Scaring her like this. But ignorance wouldn't keep either of us safe.

"I...I think there was a safe room?" She faltered, arms crossing almost artfully, looking so uncertain I couldn't help but want to comfort her. "But, Darling, I'll admit.. I'm.. I think I'm rather scared. Will you protect me? Stay with me? ...please?"

I couldn't help it. She looked so scared. So delicately small. I stepped forward, arms going around her. Pulling her close like I could shield her from the world. I wouldn't let anything happen to her. I promised myself. Felt her arms, a few of her sensors, desperately curl around me.

I didn't see the smile, pressed against my front. That quickly vanished as she pulled back. Nor did I notice the calm technician, hidden in the shadows of a side hall, who nodded at Veneni as I herded her to "safety". Would think nothing of how, tragically, my rooms were hit in the follow up blasts. How very lucky, that Veneni has rooms to spare. But oh~ she would not want to over step!

I don't notice a lot of things. But hey, things are great! I got a girlfriend! Or, as she likes to joke,

She Got Me.

[morganbritton132]

I really love the EMTTS and every update is making my day, so thank you for being great!

I keep thinking about the shared calendar posts and have wanted to ask about it since the first post so long ago. I know it's been mentioned how annoying it is for Steve when it's not used in the way he hoped, but has there ever been a situation where it was really genuinely bad? Like, a lot of drama could've been avoided if it had been used properly? And did the kids and Eddie then feel bad about misusing it/start using it the way Steve intended? I know it drives me crazy when people intentionally ignore/misuse stuff like that that I set up. What's Steve's reaction? AHHH, so many questions!

Don't worry about answering, just do it whenever you have time and feel motivated :) Hope you have a lovely day/night!

It’s not that people don’t use the shared calendar. It’s just that they don’t use it in the way that Steve wants them to.

Like, for example, Lucas has no problem putting his work schedule into the calendar at the beginning of the month, but he never remembers to put when he picks up shifts. Robin will input her class schedule at the beginning of a semester but not her ever-changing office hours. Dustin uses the calendar frequently but he is always vague about what he’s doing (i.e. he puts ‘Moon’ instead of stargazing) and Mike blocks out time slows when he busy but never says what he’s doing.

Steve wants to know where everybody is at all times and what they’re doing. Is that a little unrealistic? Yes, and Steve can acknowledge that. But it’s still frustrating when he misses something because it was mentioned to him once and he forgot.

But also, Steve can’t drive.

He is very reliant on his friends and family. Especially because up to a couple years ago, Eddie still traveled quite a lot. Steve’s gotten better over the years at acknowledging that he needs help and asking for it, but it is a lot harder to inconvenience someone.

Steve doesn’t like Uber or any of the ride-sharing apps. It feels unsafe because he knows that there are moments where he loses time and he’s not quite in his head. There are times when he gets stuck in the fog or lost in a bad memory, and he knows that he can be reactionary. His friends know how to walk him out of that and he doesn’t want to accidentally hurt a stranger or get hurt, or get lost.

Steve carpools to school, but there have been times where that’s fallen through and he ends up feeling like he’s bothering someone because he didn’t know that they had plans already. Eddie was out of town once and Steve had a doctor’s appointment, but everybody he texted was busy so he just canceled it. He ran out of his migraine medication but turns out half their friends were at a concert so he dealt with the fallout alone.

It all kind of comes to a head one evening.

Steve is the person that plans most of their game nights and their get-togethers. They’re typically hosted at his and Eddie’s house and Steve puts a lot of effort into planning them. There’s a Saturday that no one has marked with anything, so he gets up that morning and plans a game night. He bakes and he cooks. He cleans the whole house and gets out their board games. He even sets the table for D&D even though he hardly ever plays with them.

Then Eddie tells him that he has a plane to catch. They talked about it the other day. Don’t you remember? And Dustin’s busy. He has a date. He literally told Steve about it. Mike and Will have had these plans for weeks and Max and El are at a spa. Lucas is visiting Erica in DC. He said he was going to last week, remember?

Robin is swamped with work and Nancy’s not even in town and apparently hasn’t been all week. She sent that text in the groupchat about it, remember?

And it’s frustrating.

Steve knows that it’s kinda dumb to plan a party and expect people to show up on the same day, but that’s how it’s always been, and it’s – it feels like he’s being called stupid when everybody keeps asking him if he remembers. He obviously didn’t.

All it takes is for Eddie to ask him what’s wrong for Steve to snap. He’s frustrated and he’s annoyed, and he’s a little mean about it because Eddie is the worst about using the calendar. He just says things and expects that Steve is going to remember them, and it feels like they’re making fun of him. It feels like he’s standing outside the room that they’re all in and they’re laughing at him because he doesn’t know how to get inside.

“And it’s going to get worse,” Steve says, blinking tears out of his eyes. “I’m just going to keep forgetting and everybody is going to move on, and it’s going to be like I’m not even a part of it anymore.”

“Baby, that’s never going to happen. I – We won’t let that happen. It’s just one mess up.”

“It’s already happening! You already do it.”

Eddie ends up missing his flight because he’s not going to leave Steve when he’s upset like this. He’s supposed to be working on the backing tracks for an album he’s producing, but there’s tomorrow or maybe the day after that. He does end up sending out a text to the other party members, letting them know that they’ve got to make an effort to use the calendar more. 

[nerves-nebula]

Has the overall story of Loose Stitches changed significantly since you started drawing it?

BOY HAS IT. ITS LITERALLY CHANGING AS WE SPEAK. anyway this got long so. under da cut

so, like most stories, it's changed a lot since the beginning. i was technically drawing it years before i started on the comic you see before you nowwww HOWEVER i get what u mean so i wont post any old art of atchkie or anything to make a point

TO GET TO YOUR QUESTION: since i started drawing and posting it, things have changed SIGNIFICANTLYYYYY. for example, hanheppi culture (which wont be relevant for years) was basically nonexistent when i started. the only reason you guys know hanheppi people and loose stitches are related is because i literally didnt have a name picked out for the hanheppi, so i had to file them under "loose stitches related" thinking i probably wouldnt post much about them anyway. and ppl started noticing that because i got around to developing them ON THIS BLOG WHILE POSTING LOOSE STITCHES. lol

as for the characters, they've changed too in a lot of ways. dotty's whole deal was generally outline before but i filled it in over the last few years and now it's like. genuinely could be its own novel lol.

ATCHKIE'S personality has been kind of hard for me to get a handle on because they are a kind of person who i don't have much in common with. but i think i'm getting a better idea of them as time goes on.

Reg Willow and Eden are still being workshopped cuz they're gonna appear later on and i haven't written them very much, so they're actively changing as we speak.

and then of course the entirety of part 2 has undergone major changes and is still actively shifting in huge ways. i see part 1 as basically set up and foreshadowing and getting to know the MC's and part 3 (if it can be called that, im prolly gonna break up part 3 into different chunks tho) as the pay off/explanation portion.

but part 2 is kind of more like a road trip adventure that the characters take on the way to trying to find things out about themselves and their goals. they run into a bunch of weirdos and its basically just the part where i get to have a ton of weird shit happen and then they run away. half of it is not even plot relevant and i'm SO EXCITED FOR IT!!!

and because it's way more flexible and is basically just a "author gets a free for all to do whatever it wants" card, it changes rapidly and often. I've brought in characters from past stories to fill in spaces, and i've combined certain plot points and storybeats. i've cut shit i didn't think was fun and then added entire towns just for 1 scene i wanna do. so thats probably the part thats changing the most.

other minor things that have changed is the near spontaenous creation of characters like professor silk, leilah, and mia. what happened with them was that i had points in the script where characters would talk and then i realized that if they were gonna have all these interactions with characters, they should probably be reoccurring ones instead of a bunch of one offs. Now professor silk is a minor but recurring characters, and Leilah was upgraded to full on girlfriend almost on a whim. Mia was the most spontaneous one tho.

in the scene where Mia throws dotty off the balcony, that was SUPPOSED to be Leilah and just some random friend atchkie was hanging out with. but since Mia had appeared before i was like fuck it, why introduce a whole new friend when i can reuse what was a one off character? and then while blocking out the fight it was just easier for me to imagine someone accidentally throwing dotty via strings than Leilah pushing them off in the struggle like i'd planned.

i could keep going on with stuff like this but the tl;dr is: yeagh. shit is changing constantly and all the little changes end up with the finished product being vastly different from the start.

and thats why i love serialized stories. there's an inherent jank to it that i cant get enough of on both the process side and the reader side.

[abbonation]

Lost Apprentice, Chapter II: Accidents Happen

Who's at fault if we both started it?

Explicit 18+ content ~2.4k words

A/N: Guys idk how the FUCK to write a plot. Shit's hard asf. Just like Mando's about to be HA! anyway. Let's see how long I can keep this going for, shall we?

CWs: accidental and purposeful voyeurism; male masturbation; female masturbation.

Chapter II: Accidents Happen

After your moment at the bathhouse, things were a little weird, a little off, but you were trying to keep it normal. You’d noticed Mando’s stare lingering on you out of your periphery as you pulled your tank top down over your chest band in the dressing room, you tried not to be excited at that fact.

You always made it a point to wave goodbye to whatever planet you were on when it was time to leave, and each time Mando laughed at you. “Goodbye, Eriadu. I will not be sad to never see you again.”

“Why don’t you go up and get us going and take a break from the helmet. I’ll stay right here, promise.” You hold your pinky up to Mando in offer.

“What’s that?” He points to your pinky stuck out in front of his face.

“It's a pinky promise! You’ve never heard of a pinky promise? Here, look-“ you grab his wrist uncurl his fist, and wrap your small pinky around his larger gloved one.

“Now it’s a pinky promise, I won’t come up and look at you, I’ll stay right here and read my books while you get us out of atmo.”

“..okay..” He shakes his head as he turns to go up the ladder, mumbling to himself. 

You shuck off your big ‘work boots’, as you liked to call them, and settle down on the floor with the book you’d brought to keep yourself busy, and a few short minutes later you’re off the ground, headed towards a hyperspace jump and one step closer to.. well that’s the tough part. One step closer to what? Mando had offered for you to stay with him. Travel with him, work for him? That was another thing, you didn’t have any savings- fuck who did? Not enough to live off of, anyway. 

Maybe you can just pretend like the whole conversation didn’t happen, and that you didn’t see his dripping wet skin or caress his chest while telling him you’d go with him while there was probably a glob of drool dripping out of your mouth. That’s a long shot. 

After about an hour of trying to find a comfortable way to lay on the cold metal floor and read, you hear footsteps above you from the cockpit, Mando descends to the hull, carrying two small ration packs and some wrapped up bread from the inn. 

“Can I join you?” He asks and sits down in front of you anyway, as you smile and nod to motion him down. 

“So,” he begins, handing you the opened and prepared meal and a piece of bread. You sit up and take it from him, wondering when the last time someone took the time to make sure you ate was, despite the fact that it was just a ration.

“Mando- listen, lemme just stop you right there. I didn’t mean to make you feel weird earlier, I’m sorry. The whole thing was weird, I think I was just off from being disconnected for so long and-“

“Stop.” He lays a hand on your forearm. “I’m sorry. I put you on the spot. But I did mean what I said, I’d like for you to become a more permanent part of my life. I don’t want what happened before to impede our friendship.” 

Before. The last time you were close with the Madalorian was a couple years prior to this current extravaganza, and about a full years’ cycle before you met the green baby. He had stopped to re-up on supplies, claiming that he just happened to be near your planet when he decided to stop. You knew he was lying, and this time you were going to make the move, but when you went to his door that night in the small motel in town, you heard a feminine voice from inside. The door cracked open after you had knocked softly, his figure blocked most of the room, but you looked past him to see a twi’lek woman sitting in the corner chair, only a bra covering her top half. 

You had nodded and stepped back, “I’m sorry, I didn’t know.” Turning to leave, when his hand grasped your bicep, wait, but it was too late. The jealousy you felt had confirmed you were already in too deep, so you tugged out of his reach and left. 

You had hidden in the bowels of the museum you worked at when he tried to find you the next day, although he surely could’ve and probably did locate you. Thankfully he got the message you didn’t want to be talk. As for the Twi, you thought she was an off-worlder as well, the connection they shared you wanted no part of. And that was that, until he had showed up with the child and put you back at square one.

You take a bite while you think. 

“I’d like that too, but I’m not moving in here ‘cause it’s pretty cramped, no offense.” You smirk up at him as you chew, trying to keep things light.

“No, not moving in. But your knowledge of historical sites has proved useful once, I don’t doubt I’ll need your help again on my journey to finding Grogu.”

“Grogu. That’s his name?”

“Yes, he told a friend through her mind when we first met.” 

Surprisingly your ear perks more at the reference of a ‘her’ than the telepathic communication. 

“Who? .. and how?” You add the last bit mostly to cover your tracks.

“Her name is Ahsoka Tano, another powerful Jedi.” He looks up at you and tilts his head.

“Jedi, I’ve heard that word before. They believe in the force, right?”

“Yes, I don’t know much about the whole thing, but either way they’re training him to use it, and I need him to know, well- that’s beside the point. I just need to see him, is all.” He switches his bread to the other hand. “And you, you might be able to help me with that.”

“I’d be glad to, Mando.” You feel a little guilt for finishing your meal before he’s even gotten to take a bite of his, “Want me to leave so you can eat?” 

“Uhm, no, I can just.. well you could turn around if you wanted.” 

You nod and grab your book and turn towards the wall, trying to busy yourself as you hear his helmet lift up from his chin. 

“How long until Navarro?” 

“Only a few more hours.” He says through a bite. 

—

The exchange with Greef Karga went as well as you thought it might. Slightly freighting people, made less so by the presence of Mando, and his few words made you have to be more talkative than usual to make up for his lack of social skills, which Greef seemed to enjoy. He asked your name, your planet, yada, yada, as the Mandalorian sat stoically across the curved booth from you, adding nothing.

The sun was setting as you boarded the Crest, lucky for your circadian rhythm. You watched as Mando calculated the coordinates for the hyperspace jump to your home planet system before heading down into the hull, where your pull out cot awaited you. 

—

Mando pushed the panel that turned off the lights in the hull, crawled into his small space and closed the door, so you assumed that meant goodnight. 

“Goodnight.” You whispered into the empty, quiet ship. Save for the lights of the random equipment on the walls, it was completely dark, the white noise of hyperspace flooding your ears. You turn towards the wall and hug your pillow, trying to fall asleep. Just one more night of this, you tell yourself, but it’s fucking hard to fall asleep in places that aren’t your own comfy bed, and you feel like there hasn’t been one descent nights sleep since nearly a month ago. Now that you’re so close to being home again all you can think about is your own bed, holo screen … a fucking toilet and real shower. 

You’re close to convincing your brain to fall asleep when you hear a tiny rhythmic squeaking. You slightly sit up and turn over, looking for the source in the dark. Maybe it’s just the ladder or something? You turn back over and try to get comfortable again. Your eyelids are just starting to get heavy.

Louder now.

It’s louder, and you’re definitely back to full consciousness. You sit all the way up and rub your eyes when you hear the quiet groan. Like a ton of bricks in your stomach, the realization of what you’re hearing hits you, and you can’t find the nerve to pretend you’re not. 

You focus in on the sound, turning your head towards Mando’s bunk, the squeaking sounds like his bed shifting, but there’s no way he has someone in there.

You silently put one hand down on the floor, then the other, pulling your legs behind you and crawl closer to the door, stopping each time the sounds pause, you’re about five feet away when you begin to pick up some words.

“Fuck, baby yes- fuck me.” Mando’s unfiltered voice penetrates your ears and you swallow, arousal sharp in the pit of your belly. “That’s right, little hole’s so tight for my cock.” He moans and you turn to sit, leaning on the outer wall of his bunk, ear turned towards the door. You imagine him laying on the small cot, sheets balled up underneath him while he fucks his blankets, and you nearly ruin it all by throwing your head back when your fingertips brush over your pubes. 

“Ohh, oh my god yes, fuck that thick ass.” 

Your mouth drops open and you swirl the head of your clit around, reaching your other hand down through the leg of your shorts to circle your entrance. 

He picks up the pace, heavy breathing now added to the crescendo of sound, and you start with two fingers, giving yourself something to clench on. 

“You like this little cunt being filled? Huh baby? You like using me?” You bite down on the collar of your tank to keep from making sound. Shamelessly fucking yourself and swirling your wet clit to the beat of his hips smacking against his bed.

“Yes, fuck I’m gonna– yes give it to me baby,” he groans deep, pushing harder than before, he’s close you can tell from the scraping of his bed against the wall. 

His voice alone gets you to the edge and you wish you were inside that little room with him, feeling him working so hard to please you for real. He sounds fucking desperate, you grind your pussy up into the flat of your palm, getting close to orgasm. 

“You gonna come for me sweetness? Gonna let me feel it? Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m gonna come baby, please come for me please-” and you do, squeaking out a tiny moan as you fall over the edge, convulsing around your fingers, and rubbing your clit until sound comes back into your ears and your eyes roll back our from inside your skull.

You realize all too slowly what just transpired, what you just did, and speed crawl back to your cot when you hear labored groaning from inside Mando’s bunk. Barely making it in time to cover yourself back up, you pretend to be asleep when his door slides up to open, and dim light floods the hull. You track his footsteps as best you can, hearing him walk over to the laundry bin, and back to his bed.

You lay there in silence, that “fuck, fuck, fuck“ swimming through your head. What now? Goddammit this is not good. It feels like hours pass as you lay there, willing yourself to fall asleep but only being able to replay the event.

—

The next morning it’s like it never happened. Except it fucking did. He might not know it, but it did, and now you’re sitting in the co-pilot's seat gnawing on a stale piece of bread and trying to determine just how loud that ‘tiny’ squeak was. You’re nearly doing fucking physics sitting there trying to rationalize what happened when the crest drops out of hyperspace, jolting you both sharply and making you drop your bread.

“Sorry,” you kneel down to crawl under the console to grab it, and when you turn around his pilot's chair is swiveled to face you. 

“You okay?” The vocoder seems colder this morning, somehow. Just a little bit less enticing.

“Yep, just uh, eager to be home I guess.” You sit up into a squat as you move to get back into the chair. 

“You sleep good last night?” There it is. A confirmation. You glance up at him, and back down at your sad excuse for a breakfast. 

“Sure did. I’m excited for my own bed though.” Play it cool. 

“I’m sorry the bed is so uncomfortable.” the ship is starting its landing protocol, and you’re almost to the finish line. 

You stand to make for the ladder where your bags are perched by the hatch.

“It’s not, Mando, it’s not- it’s perfectly. Uhm, it was perfectly fine… for my needs” You pretend to check over the place, making sure you have everything when you touch ground, his boots land on the metal floor of the ship and he turns. 

“Your needs?” When you turn around to face him, he’s crowding you up against the wall next to your things, you don’t want to push the control panel to open the latch preemptively so you scoot towards the crates beside you. Backed into a corner now.

He stands before you, and even in your fucking boots he’s bigger than you. He has one hand on each side of your head, and he bends the helmet down so that the chin is resting right beside your left ear. His dick is hard in his pants where it rubs against your belly, “What are your.. needs Sarad’ika?”

It’s like someone flips a switch in you and you swallow looking up into the hull, past his helmet, your hands grip at the fabric of your pants- palms sweating and hot. Heat rises up to your cheeks, all within an instant, you clear your throat to try and answer when an alarm starts to go off, piercing into the thick air around you both.

It sounds close, and it is, when Mando nearly jumps away from you, his hand flying down to his side pocket to grab the tracking fob, “Motherfucker- shit-” he turns and snatches his pulse rifle, and punches the control panel. Leaving you in the corner, feeling like a small stone statue next to your bags, mouth agape.

“We will finish this,” he sticks his pinky out at you and descends the ramp, running off into town.

[gayvorestories]

Oops, it's a long one.

fatal vore, consensual, digestion, stuffing

Rick hefted himself up from bed and stumbled towards his bedroom door, his belly hanging low, still packed tight and gurgling from last night's hookup.

He hadn't even had time to finish digesting the last one before this one practically crawled down his throat. Something about this time of year - maybe the weather he thought to himself - sent some of the twinks and twunks at the bars into bear fever. The guy last night, Daniel? David? something with a D, practically climbed him after Rick closed the door, grabbing at his belly the whole time. After the little guy came he leaned his head against Rick's open mouth and instinct kicked in.

Okay, maybe they're not *crawling* down my throat, but he didn't put up a fight, Rick thought to himself while he poured a cup of coffee. He puts his head in my mouth and doesn't even push back when I start swallowing and I'm just supposed to not eat him?

He leaned forward, elbows on the counter and legs in a wide stance, belly hanging down like a massive weight as it groaned contently. Rick gave his belly a pat on the side and sipped his coffee. Never been in the habit of skipping meals, better not start now, he thought to himself as he hefted himself up and walked back to the bedroom to get some clothes on. Breakfast was calling.

He walked down the block, an oversized sweater barely covering his belly, towards a good breakfast spot. With every step he felt his belly sway, the sweater fighting to keep him covered. Normally he wasn't very heavy set, he had a little bit of a belly for sure but nothing like this, but with one and a half men crammed inside him he was absolutely massive.

"'Scuse me," he said embarrassed as he entered the restaurant, accidentally bumping someone waiting by the door with his belly when he turned to make sure it didn't slam. Red-faced, he approached the host's stand and was met by pale blue eyes and dark brown hair on five and a half feet of absolute beef. When he caught his breath and looked up from a pair of pecs barely held in by a too-tight white tshirt, Rick realized the guy was looking at his belly the same way.

The server looked up and turned red when he realized he'd been caught. "Hi, uh, I'm Tony I'll, uh, be your server. H-How many?"

Rick smiled, realizing he hadn't just been caught himself. "Just one."

"Follow me," Tony said, whipping around and grabbing a menu.

Rick followed behind, trying his best not to bump anyone sitting with his belly as he stumbled through the dining room. He plopped down in a booth, his belly almost touching the table, and let out a sigh that he managed not to bump into anyone.

"I hope you brought your appetite, we have some good specials today."

"Oh, I always bring my appetite," Rick said, giving the waiter a grin that sent his cheeks red again.

"W-What can I get you started with? I mean, your drink, what can I get you to drink?"

"Hm, a coffee and some water."

"Do you need some time to look over the menu?"

"Yes, definitely, thanks."

"No problem, I'll be right back."

As he walked away, Rick let out a little sigh. It took everything he had not to stare right at the waiter's chest, but he couldn't show his hand that easy. He opened up his wallet and double checked, his hookup had $200 on him last night. I don't think he'll mind if I use this to top off, Rick thought as his belly let out a low, churning groan.

Tony came back and set his drinks down on the table. "Any idea what you'd like?"

Rick set his menu down and sighed, "I'm really not sure, it all sounds good." He ran his hand under his sweater and gave his belly a scratch, letting a little bit peek out from underneath. Tony's eyes went right to it and Rick grinned. "What do you think I should eat?"

"I guess that depends. How hungry are you?" Tony said, trying not to stumble over his words.

"Absolutely starving."

"Well, I-"

Rick cut him off before he could continue, "Actually here, I have an idea. Two hundred dollar limit. I'm so hungry I could eat a horse. You pick."

"I'm not sure..." Tony started, but trailed off as Rick gave his belly a little rub, the bottom of his sweater riding up a little higher. He gave a little swallow, "I-I'll bring something right out."

Rick smiled and leaned back. It wasn't long before Tony came out with two plates piled high with pancakes. He dove in, looking up and catching Tony stealing glances a few times. No sooner than swallowing the last bite, Tony shows up with an extra-wide platter holding a foot-long omelette.

"I hope you're still hungry."

"As long as you're the one bringing the plates, I think I'll still have a little room," Rick said with a grin and a wink.

Tony smiled back, "well, my shift is over in about 45 minutes, so you better eat fast."

Rick cut a quarter off of the omelette and crammed the entire thing into his mouth. He gave a few bites, tilted his head back, and swallowed, a lump traveling down his neck. "I guess we'll see what runs out first, my money or your shift."

Rick ate as quickly as he could, making a big show of swallowing big bites whole whenever Tony was watching. Tony brought out plate after plate, watching Rick's belly slowly grow with each one until it gently pressed the table at the booth. Eventually, he brought out two plates on each arm and set all four down in front of Rick before sitting down across from him.

"Looks like we both ran out at the same time."

Rick swapped his empty plate for one of the new ones. "Well, I guess that means I don't have to eat alone then, do I?"

"Looks like it," Tony said smiling. He leaned on his elbows on the table and gave his pecs a little bounce that Rick couldn't stop himself from looking at. "Caught you looking that time."

Rick froze as he put another bite in his mouth and his eyes locked with Tony's.

"I saw you looked at them while I was looking at that hungry tummy."

Rick smiled, "I thought I got away with it."

Tony laughed, "Oh, you got away with it, you just also happened to get caught." He flexed his pecs again. "I'm not gonna get mad at you checking me out as long as you don't get mad when I check you out back."

Rick set his empty plate aside. "You wanna check me out back?"

Tony leaned forward as Rick shoveled another bite into his mouth. "I'll check you out any place you want if you finish that last plate."

Rick shoveled the french toast slices from his current plate into his mouth, unceremoniously swallowing the soggy, syrup-soaked bread as it entered his mouth. He picked up the last plate - a bowl really - and tilted his head up so Tony could watch his neck as he funneled the massive bowl of fresh fruit slices into his mouth and down his throat in one ten-second pour. He set the bowl down on the table and leaned back as his stomach gave a little groan. "My place is down the street."

"Well let's stop wasting time here. I think someone needs his tummy rubbed."

They stumbled down the street, Rick's sweater no longer covering his belly all the way, and made their way up to Rick's apartment. As soon as Rick locked the door, Tony grabbed the collar of his sweater and pulled his face into a rough kiss. Rick put his hands on Tony's sides and Tony rubbed the sides of Rick's belly. Rick moaned as Tony guided him towards the couch, grabbing his left pec with one hand and his ass with another.

Tony sat him down, pulled off his shirt, and straddled what little bit of his lap wasn't taken up by his belly, rubbing and giving the taut surface a few firm presses. Rick sighed and relaxed as Tony kissed and rubbed his belly, which had gotten louder in its sloshing and groaning since he stuffed down enough food to feed a small crowd - to impress a guy, no less. He let out a little moan as Tony gave the side of his belly a little nibble before tracing his tongue all the way back to his bellybutton.

Rick slid his fingers under the bottom of Tony's too-tight tshirt and started to lift when Tony grabbed his hands.

"I'll take it off when you tell me what's in that belly, big boy."

"Mm, you saw me eat all of it, you should know."

Tony gave his belly a firm press. "You know what I mean. This hungry tummy was already full of something when you came in. Tell me what it is and we can have some real fun."

Rick paused before choking out a lie, "I, uh, went to a big buffet dinner last night. Absolutely cleared the place out."

"You wanna tell me what you really ate?" Tony said as he traced his nails down the sides of Rick's belly. "I know what's in there, but I wanna hear it."

"Y-you, what?"

Tony laughed a little and smiled, "you think I don't know? I haven't been able to keep my eyes off of you all morning and you think I don't know what that overworked little belly has been churning away at?"

"We met at the bar. My mouth was opened and he leaned his head against it. Instincts kicked in."

"Just the one? He must have been big."

"Another two days before. He was barely digested before this one, my stomach is so heavy I could hardly move."

Tony's eyes widened, "wow, two? That's hot big guy. Very sexy." Tony ran his hands along the sides of Rick's belly and gave it a kiss.

Rick lifted Tony's shirt again and this time Tony pulled it off.

"Very sexy," Rick said, grinning.

"You like what you see?" Tony said as he flexed his biceps and bounced his pecs. He reached down and unbuttoned Rick's pants, "maybe I can show you a little more."

"What do you wanna show me?" Rick said, trying to lean up from behind his belly.

Tony dropped his own pants to the floor where Rick could see. "I wanna show you a good time." He leaned Rick back on the couch and Rick opened a drawer on the coffee table to show him a bottle of lube. He pushed Rick's belly forward and saw his dick stiff as a board hiding under the bulk of three huge meals, squirted a big blob of lube on top, and positioned himself over.

"Bit of a tight fit?" Rick said as he helped hold his belly forward.

"Not a tight fit if I want it pushed up against me," Tony replied with a wink. He lowered himself down, Rick's thick shaft sliding in slowly. He let out a small gasp as his thighs pressed flat against Rick's hips, "fuck, you're bigger than I expected."

Rick gave a playful thrust and Tony gripped the sides of his belly, which was now firmly pressed against Tony's body. Tony gave a thrust back, the lube between his dick and Rick's belly giving him exactly what he needed.

He started bouncing slowly at first, his own dick rubbing between his body and Rick's belly with each one, gradually building up speed until he was shaking Rick's couch. "Fuck me, this is so good."

Rick let out a moan as Tony squeezed the sides of his belly. He felt Tony thrusting against the underside of his bloated gut and it turned him on more than he could stand.

"F-fuck Tony I'm... I'm.... a-AH!"

Tony moaned and came at the feeling of Rick's load shooting inside him. "F-Fuck, cum in me."

Rick's eyes rolled back as he shot inside Tony, feeling Tony's hot cum drip down the underside of his belly. He felt a sudden pressure on the top of his belly and the press of lips on his. He opened his eyes and saw Tony had crawled onto his belly and was passionately kissing him. Rick closed his eyes again and kissed him back.

"Feel good, hungry boy?"

Rick nodded in response and pulled him in for another kiss.

"Lemme make you feel really good," Tony whispered, "you want me to make you feel really good?"

Rick moaned and nodded, eyes still closed.

Something was pressing his jaws open, but he was too busy to care. It wasn't until he felt himself swallow the he realized what was happening. He reached down and tried to push Tony by his shoulders, but he was too strong and pushed Rick's hands to the side. Rick struggled but couldn't fight his reflexes when Tony pushed a little further forward and he swallowed again.

Tony angled his feet just right and gave a solid, forceful push on the couch, forcing himself further down Rick's throat.

Rick gagged slightly before his body gave another involuntary swallow. Oh fuck what is he doing, he thought in a panic, is he *trying* to get eaten? Tony gave another shove, with his feet, pushing himself even further down. Rick felt Tony's pecs just inches from his tongue. If I try to heave right now maybe I can push him back up but... fuck I wanna lick his tits.

His body decided for him and gave another swallow, drawing his soon-to-be-meal far enough in that he could slide his tongue between Tony's pecs. Tony responded by flexing them and Rick gave a little swallow to pull them the rest of the way into his mouth. He licked circles around Tony's nipples and traced the underside with his tongue, the soft muscle occasionally firming up as Tony gave him something to play with.

After a few minutes, his stomach demanded its next meal and he involuntarily swallowed again, dragging Tony further down his throat. Ah fuck, too late, there's no way I can get him up now, Rick thought, wait, wait shit I can't fit him in there! My stomach will tear!"

He tried to heave and push him back up, but choked a little and drew him further down his throat instead. His fuzzy belly, still warm and sticky from his cum, passed over his tongue. Oh fuck I have to figure out how to get him out, I have to push him back up, there's no way, no fucking way he's gonna fit.

His stomach had other plans and he gave another swallow, pulling Tony's stiff dick into his mouth and towards the back of his throat in one strong pull. Rick grabbed Tony's thighs and tried to pull, but the grip of his throat was like iron. Trying to heave pushed him up a few inches, but his body responded by pulling him back in even further.

After struggling for several minutes, Rick leaned back, exhausted and, for the first time in a very long time, painfully stuffed. If it's gonna happen, it's gonna happen I guess, Rick thought, defeated. He tilted his head back, straightening Tony's legs out so gravity could do the rest of the work. He felt his knees, then his calves, and then his feet pass through his lips. When Tony's feet stopped right at the back of his throat, Rick sat himself forward, using all of his strength to push himself upright and his belly in front of him.

Gotta do this right so he slides in easy, he told himself, okay, one, two... three. He gave a powerful gulp that pulled Tony's legs down his throat slowly. Inside his stomach, he felt Tony curl into a ball as the rest of his body entered. Rick gave one more powerful swallow and sent Tony the rest of the way in, feeling him curl up into a tight fetal position.

"Fuck man, you gotta warn somebody."

Tony said something back but Rick couldn't hear him decently.

"I can't hear you in there. I hope you aren't asking to be let out, because that's a one-way trip."

He felt Tony shift inside him as he leaned back on the couch. His stomach was the size of a beanbag chair and there was no way he was going anywhere until this went down. "Fuck, I overdid it..." he whispered to himself. Tony's movements were slowing as his powerful stomach acid took over. "Settle down little guy, just relax and enjoy your new home. It'll be over soon."

The shifting stopped and the muffled words were replaced by the low groans of Rick's churning stomach. The afternoon sun was warming his absolutely stuffed belly and his stomach was putting out the most relaxing white noise. He closed his eyes and gave his belly a gentle pat and a rub. Okay, maybe some of them *are* crawling down my throat, he thought to himself just before drifting off to sleep.

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Sorry for the long wait for another story. If anyone has any ideas, my ask box is open and I'll absolutely write you a short (3-5 paragraphs) story if the prompt is something I think I can turn into something good!

[shsl-analyzer-guy]

So little fun fact I play DnD, and have DM'd my campaign for over 2 years now. Like we started back in spring of 2022.

Tomorrow, I get to kill one of the PCs. And I'm beyond excited.

This player and I have been planning this death for almost 2 full years. As in, I decided in September of 2022 that this man was going to die. I already knew I had full consent from the player, of course, and he's been actively helping me set up this whole thing.

This particular character has had a pretty strong arc over the course of the campaign so far. It's very Wattpad, to be honest, but his whole thing was that he was too OP but had basically no control over his powers because of his lack of emotional control. His arc consisted of escaping the abusive system that wanted him to repress every part of himself, and not only to find people that cared about him as a person, but also to love and prioritize himself. It's been a really good story, and worked really well with the rest of the party's PCs with their respective planned character arcs. We've been slowly building him up to become this martyr figure, so that when he is killed, I get to have him haunt the narrative and further the arcs I have planned for the rest of the characters, particularly our paladin, who bonded with him more than anyone else. Honestly, it's fantastic.

We've also been building up his relationship with the player's new PC, a childhood friend who's mutually in love with him (yes, he will confess only as he's dying in his arms, because we are gay and evil) so we can push him into this Mega Depression. It'll serve as a really stark contrast to the OG PC, considered a failure where they came from but was actually one of the strongest, as the new PC was considered the star student but is basically incompetent outside of a classroom setting. Oh, and in universe, half the party finds him annoying for accidentally condescending to OG PC. So yippee guilty conscience arc!! (The player is fine with this, and actively wants them to hate him at first. I triple checked this just to be sure. DnD is meant to be fun.)

It's really bittersweet for us. This character has been with the group since the very beginning, and it's really hard to let go of that kind of connection with a character that's been with you for so long. The player in question used this character inadvertently as Gender Simulator 5000 to fully accept himself. This character has been one of the big movers and shakers of the campaign, and unwittingly became a staple in the group dynamic. No one except the player and myself know that he's going to die. They all know *someone* is going to die, but they don't know who, or when, to the point that one of them even approached me saying it was okay because they 'knew it'd be them eventually, they just want a heads up when it's close to time.'

I'm so pumped up for tomorrow. This campaign will never be the same after this, in the best and most tragic way possible.

Also hi if anyone ever wants to hear about my DnD campaign only one of my players follows me on here and I had her block my yapping tag so like if anyone wants to hear more about it I will yap forever and ever

[the-void-writes]

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Ooh, this one made me really happy so thank you 💖💖💖 I think I accidentally changed the context of the song by making it platonic, but the vibes of it are huge inspo lol. Also I can’t remember if I’ve posted this part of the story before, but I rewrote it a bit so that should be fine.

Freaks of Preston - Lost On You

Bluebrook Memorial was a large plot of garden tucked away in the furthest corner of Preston, right where the town blended into the forest. Originally, the memorial was just a plain cemetery, sectioned in half to accommodate Humans and Freaks to “keep the dead from rising,” or whatever the ridiculous rumor was at the time. Of course, as Preston started burying more Freaks than Humans, it was impossible to keep the plots separate. Landscapers took the opportunity to brighten the whole place up with rose bushes and ponds, so visiting Humans didn’t have to think about sharing the park.

They weren’t so concerned about it, though, after a certain death in Preston…

Will followed the stone trail through a tunnel of willows. The flowers in his hand still felt wet from their time in the market, freshly misted by the clerks. Lydia strolled behind him, burying her nose into her jacket like a makeshift mask.

“I swear,” she said, “the smell gets stronger each time we come here.”

“Makes sense,” Will said. “If the flowers weren’t here, you’d be smelling something else.”

“Right, gross.” She shook her head. “Still, you’d think they’d choose something more pleasant.”

“I think you’re the only person I know who hates the smell of flowers.”

“I like real flowers, not whatever these things are. They’ve got chemicals and stuff.”

“Well, it can’t smell any worse than that raccoon Maddie brought home yesterday.”

“You thought that was a raccoon? With that skinny little tail? That was a possum.”

Will shook his head. “It’s not the same head shape.”

“What, you think Maddie took the time to shave a raccoon’s tail before taking it home?”

“I wouldn’t put it past her.”

Lydia sighed and ran a hand through her tangled orange hair. “I still say possum.”

“Suit yourself,” Will said with a shrug.

“Really, you’re just giving up?”

“I don’t feel like arguing with someone who thinks the sun is smaller than Earth.”

Lydia glared at him. “Hey, I was young. I understand now.”

Will couldn’t help but smile. “You do?”

“It’s just the distance that makes it small.” She posed triumphantly. “So technically, it’s the same size as the moon.”

He laughed and walked ahead of her. Lydia chased after him.

“Take their pictures, they’re the same size!”

The siblings took a turn past a cozy little garden of succulents. At the end of the path, under the overgrown moss of a giant tree, sat the grave they were looking for. The busy sounds of Preston were almost nonexistent in this corner of the park, blocked off by unruly clusters of ivy and thorns. It was a beautiful location, but Will always felt his chest tighten whenever he neared it, like he was caught in a vice.

In the last few years, he had visited the grave many times, a vast improvement from the whole days he spent when they first laid down the body six years ago. As a child, Will had even slept beside the grave, in the crook of the tree’s roots that surrounded him like large bird wings.

Will stopped, placed his flowers in the special vase, and read the stone marker.

Jason Theodore Rhodes

August 27 1974 - June 2 2007

Always and Forever

It was a nice headstone, all smooth and polished, though Will was still upset about the name. He and Henry had fought so hard to make it “Jason Prescott,” but the engravers insisted on using his legal name, regardless of the fact that he was disowned by his parents. For people who wanted nothing to do with him, they refused to let anyone else have the final say in his funeral arrangements. They wouldn’t even believe he was a godfather, at first, until Mary straightened them out. Their compromise was to let Will choose the epitaph, the one part that his parents didn’t care about. Always and forever… It seemed like a joke now, but he valued those words deeply.

Lydia patted the stone softly. “Hey, Jason. We miss you.”

Will took a deep breath. He had done this dozens of times, but that didn’t stop the tears that threatened to run down his face. Lydia smiled at him.

“I’ll be over there,” she said. “Take your time.”

“Thank you.”

She walked back down the path, leaving Will with the headstone of his dearest friend. The clouds felt dark over his head as he stood over the spot. Gloomy weather, Jason would have called it, the perfect time to be sad. Even the birds were in mourning around him. Their chirps were akin to someone in hysterics— laughter turning into sobs, back and forth until they finally fell silent.

Will let himself speak, his voice unable to move past a whisper.

“We’ve started choosing our classes for next year. One of our science teachers is offering astronomy. You’d be so jealous.”

He chuckled to himself, already blinking back tears.

“Henry and I found a recipe for mint chocolate cake. I still don’t know if it’s the icing or the cake that’s mint.” He shrugged. “Thought it would be nice for your birthday.”

Will reached out and brushed some dirt off of the headstone. His hand lingered against it, as though it would disappear the minute he moved away.

“You were the best father in the whole world, Jace. I just wish we had more time… I’m so sorry.”

He could see Jason in his mind, smiling softly, telling him to cheer up. Not in the condescending way that most adults said it, but in the kind and sincere way that only he seemed capable of. Will let his hand fall to his side, and he walked back over to Lydia, who was eagerly watching a ladybug.

“All good?” she asked.

“Yeah.”

She stood up and swung her arm around his shoulder. “You’re doing better, you know. We’re all proud of you… and he would be, too.”

“Thanks, Lyds.”

“Come on, let’s go grab Maddie and head home. She’ll prove that I’m right about the sun.”

Will smiled weakly. “Whatever you say.”

He let her drag him back down the path into town, listening patiently as she continued to explain how she was right. She was as goofy as she had been all those years ago, but Will was just happy to still have her in his life. He prayed that he wouldn’t lose her— or the rest of their family— the same way he lost Jason.

[shmorp-mcdurgen]

I TYPED OUT A WHOLE THING AND IT GOT DELETED AND NOW I HAVE TO RETYPE IT FROM MEMORY. AUGH

Mark kins Will Byers from Stranger Things. Mark also really doesn't want to be here. Mark is not a vase.

Mark is an urn.

ok so Mark's PoV is actually really fun. that is, if tumblr hadn't deleted THE ENTIRE THING AND MADE ME TYPE IT OUT AGAIN. y'know what maybe I do relate to him that would explain why his characterization comes naturally to me and why I want to MURDER SOMEONE RIGHT NOW. BECAUSE MY ENTIRE DRAFT GOT DELETED FOR LITERALLY NO REASON.

tw for mentions of death and suicide, body horror, etc. etc.

sorry if there are any typos, haha

Mark opens his eyes, and finds himself lying on his back in the grass.

At first he thinks this might be a dream, but the soil beneath him feels too real, the overgrown, unkempt lawn littered with bald patches too real to be a figment of his imagination. So the boy pushes himself into a sitting position, looking around and trying to get a bearing on his new situation.

He's sitting on a lawn a few blocks down from his house, but the landscape feels hollow, like someone drained all the brightness out of it. He feels anxiety setting in, and takes a few breaths to try and calm himself, which is only partially successful.

Mark climbs to his feet and surveys his surroundings more thoroughly; there are weeds growing out of the sidewalk, half the streetlights are broken or flickering ominously, and every other house on the road is abandoned, ivy creeping up the walls that looks left unchecked for years.

He feels like the first character in a horror movie to get killed by the monster, the one who dies at the beginning to give the audience something to fear while the protagonist tries to escape it for the rest of the film. If he's really unlucky, it's a zombie movie, and Mark will end up as one of the monsters trying to kill the beloved main characters, blindly raging across a city helpless to stop him.

He needs to get back to his house. Maybe things will make more sense in the familiarity of home, even in this strange nightmare or horror movie or something far worse.

Hugging his elbows, the boy suppresses a shiver as a gust of wind cuts right through his hoodie, starting to walk in the direction of his house. As he puts one foot in front of the other, he sees things move unnaturally in the corners of his vision. But whenever he whips around, it's always just the dark, leafless trees casting shadows in the eerie twilight.

The shadows avoid him.

He doesn't question why, too thankful to still be intact by the time he reaches his house.

It looks like no one's been here for years, the paint chipping and plants entirely overgrown. If he squints, it almost seems like someone had been trying to keep the plant life at bay, but either they'd been doing a terrible job, eventually given up, or it's just another trick of the light; light that has been increasingly more scarce the closer he walked to this place, as if his old house is the epicenter of a horrible spiderweb of dark cracks that branches outward for fathoms in every direction.

Underneath the broken streetlights, panic takes hold again. This is wrong. Despite the appearance being familiar, everything else about this place screams dissimilarity and danger; things have changed, and not for the better. This place is not safe, not for him, not for anyone. He needs to leave, now, and run far far away and never come back and never let this happen ever again.

What?

Mark shakily reaches in his pocket for his keys, which still fit the lock on the door. It opens with a quiet click, and for a heartbeat he can almost close his eyes and pretend he's just coming home after school and everything is fine.

The smell of death and dust floods his senses, and Mark coughs in a few chocked gasps, terror squeezing the air out of his lungs. Guilt squirms in his gut alongside crippling fear as the smell brings back the flickering memory of when he'd accidentally dropped his grandfather's urn.

As the seventeen year-old looks around his house, even more proof solidifies in his mind that this place has changed. Despite the layer of dust over nearly everything, some things have been moved around. He's not the only one here. He's being watched.

Something catches his eye, and when Mark turns to pick up a picture of him and Cesar as kids, his heart sinks, dragging his stomach and all of his other internal organs with it into the sudden fathomless void that's opened up under his skin.

Cesar's face is violently scratched out, not only in this picture, but all of them; some are only black marker, whilst others have the entire half of the image ripped and tossed away somewhere. The words I HATE YOU are spelled out in jagged bold letters, and with more of that awful sinking feeling, Mark recognizes the handwriting as his own.

Every fiber of his being is screaming, now, for Mark to leave. Every bone, every muscle, every logical part of his brain. Get out of here while you still have the physical body necessary to do so. You are going to die. You are killing yourself all over again if you do this.

Mark slowly walks upstairs.

The floorboards creak underneath him, unused to the actual weight of a human being after so long. Dread builds up within him and he doesn't fully realize he's shaking until he reaches for the door handle to his bedroom and finds himself struggling to get a grip on it.

The door swings open as soon as he manages to turn the handle, though, and it doesn't even make a sound.

Mark nearly trips over himself and back into the hallway, letting out a startled gasp that doesn't begin to cover the horror immediately swallowing him.

His entire room is painted in blood.

"O-oh my fucking G-God," he stammers, clutching the cross-shaped necklace around his neck with a tight fist until he can feel is cutting into his palm. "W-what-"

"No."

Mark spins around at the sound of too many voices speaking in unison, alarms blaring in his head and making it impossible to think. That's- that's his voice. "Wh-who's there?"

He knows who's there. No reason to play this knock-knock joke through.

It still shocks him when he sees it; blood splattered clothes, grimy old hoodie, hovering just a little bit above the ground. Worst of all, an impossible emptiness where half of a face should be, nothing visible but a lower jaw on one side.

Mark loses the ability to speak. Not because of some horrific transformation, or anything, he just physically can't make his lungs and vocal chords and tongue work together to form coherent sounds. Not at the sight of this. Not after seeing what his future looks like, bullet wounds and all.

"How the fuck are you here?" Mark demands.

OHHHHH /pos

TFW you encounter your future, much more malevolent self that is responsible for the deaths of so many people in your home town. Hate it when that happens

[toastyliltoasts]

Accompanied (Blaza x Reader)

Today wasnt the worst day , per se , but it wasnt the best either .. You woke up 20 minutes late , So you skipped breakfast .. You got ready for work while shoving a peice of toast into your mouth , munching also being a quite difficult task when you're trying to change into casual work clothing ..

You raced down the stairs of your apartment building when you bump into someone .. Well , You didnt have time to pick up all your stuff let alone take a proper look at the figure .. You scrambled to pick up your , scattered , stuff from the ground , The stranger helped you with steady motions .. "Thank you so much .. Im really sorry by the way" You said  with a smile as you finally looked at the person .. You didnt notice much as he wore a weirdly cute face mask that covered half his face .. "Its fine honestly" He said as he smiled (Which is obviously covered by the mask) .. You awkwardly let out a bye and ran off ..

You almost miss your bus as you manage to make it without a second to spare .. You sat down on a window seat as you watched the raindrops race , quite childishly might I add .. Your peripheral vision caught people moving around and some even sitting next to you .. But you didnt even think to pay them attention for some reason .. You gaze outside the window , the same sceneries you've seen for the past few years or so .. So undoubtedly , The boring view- well, bored you as your eyes start feeling droopy ..

So that led to you missing your stop and getting off the bus , muttering a small 'thank you' to the driver , at a couple stops ahead from your original stop .. You tried to hail a cab and drove all the way there , completely anxious ..

You reached work 35 minutes late .. But to your absolute luck , You boss was also late and you got off scot-free .. Well , You still had to do the work that you delayed by 35 minutes so not exactly scott free .. So you made a mental note to never fall asleep on the bus ever again .. It might've even scarred you for life ..

You reach home absolutely wasted and dropped on your couch like some heavy , lifeless limbs .. You re-adjust yourself to find a better , comfortable way to sit but that's next to impossible due to the stuffiness of your couch .. You debate if whether or not you should go to your spot *A/N : You crackheads , Get. Your. Head. Out. De. Gutter lmao* ..

Aah , Your favorite spot .. Living in an incredibly small apartment apparently has it own perks .. The rooftop of the apartment building was something you accidentally stumbled upon all those years ago .. It had a spectacular view of the whole city especially  at night with the artificial lights providing a calm aesthetic .. It was also isolated , Making it the perfect place for some time alone when having a bad day .. For example ; Today ..

You decide to just wing it and open your balcony door which leads to the spiraling staircase *A/N : Just imagine the stairs from Spider Man lol* .. You climb it like muscle memory .. To be honest *A/N : Pun absolutely intended* , It might as well be since moving into a new place is-  difficult to say the least .. So to say that you spend a lot of time there would be an understatement ..

You absent-mindedly reach the highest floor as you step on the cement block placed to provide some stability without difficulty .. You walk over to the edge of the building which was surrounded by waist-high walls ..

You gape as you see a figure sitting at your normal spot .. You didnt want to sound selfish because the building wasn't and wont ever be yours, but you cant help but feel a bit of anger with confusion because well , You've certainly been there more than them .. Because-

The person turns towards you , Obviously alerted by your footsteps and startled .. You see a strangely familiar guy with fluffy , dirty blonde hair and piercing eyes .. You swear you've seen him before .. You think back to last week to possibly remember if you've seen him before but you come up empty handed ..

"Uh hi" A deep voice drags you out of your thoughts as you look at him sending you a nervous smile .. Then it hits you like a train that he was the person you met earlier today at  the stairs .. "You're not here to mug me or possibly kill me are you ?" He jokes as you laugh/giggle/(whatever youre comfortable with cuz u rock <3) .. "Nah im not intrested in that" You say playing along while still having a huge smile on your face .. "Im broke as hell so you probab- OH have I taken your spot ? Im so sorry if I have" He says , already getting up , as sudden realisation hit him .. "Its fine honestly" You say mirroring his words he said prior to you .. He grins .. "Im Blaza" He introduces himself as he sheepishly rubs the nape of his neck .. "(Y/N)" You reply , smiling yourself .. "You can stay here if you want" You assure him ..

"Ill take you up on that offer"

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You two sit down on the edge of the building , parallel to the streets and the other side of the building .. You talk for hours about , everything to be honest .. You learn that he's new to the neighborhood so you do the honor of filling him on what information you need to have about living here .. He seems grateful as you two talk like old friends who havent seen eachother in a long time .. You flail your arms around when explaining some things and use other  dramatic gestures to back up your point .. He finds you amusing and you , vice versa .. After the talk dies down , You start to gaze at the stars and try to make shapes out of certain constellations .. And emphasis on 'try' ..

"That looks like an among us character" "Ha ha very funny .. Its 2023 , Get some new jokes" "Oh cmonnn .. You have to admit it was funny" "Do I look impressed to you ? You can do bette- OoOO That ones a monkey" "It kinda does look like one , doesnt it ?" "That ones a crown .. You see that ?"

As it hit almost midnight you two exchange numbers while your heart pounded .. Get your crap together .. You're barely friends .. And you two bid eachother goodbye as you heart flutters ..

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Hehehehheheh ..

Wattpad literally deleted my draft mid-writing so I wrote this AGAIN .. See my dedication folks ?

[jodilinbio]

2017

January 2017

Jan 1 Mary dumped me after informing me that someone informed her that I was supposedly talking about her unfairly in my blog. By this time I wasn't surprised, but it still angered me that I was used for so many years just to be dumped in the end.

Jan 20 For $175 our hot water tank is fixed. The thermocouple went out and the Sears guy replaced it.

Jan 26 Won an issue of a rat magazine based in Canada on Facebook.

February 2017

Feb 1 Had a case of food poisoning and puked for the first time in nearly 20 years.

Feb 17 Really like a website I found that generates random names for story characters.

My story Locked-In is done at just under 18,000 words!

March 2017

Mar 17 Hoping to adapt to sleeping to Sense's sound machine, though I may have to use the louder one when sleeping during the daytime.

Mar 31 Slept with Pink Noise an Amazon Prime relaxation track I set to repeat. Hoping all I'll need for sleep is Alexa. Trying to do more on fewer devices.

April 2017

Apr 2 Rosemarie's Revenge is my CampNaNoWriMo project, but I'm also working on Kinky Kathleen and Someone Else's Lady.

May 2017

May 17 In just a little over two months, I have finished The People Project where I give a brief blurb on everyone I can remember knowing/meeting.

May 25 Starting Clonidine soon for help with ADD/sleep and yes, anxiety too, should it rear its ugly head once again.

Jun 3 Definitely done with the Clonidine. It knocked me out but caused me to sleep shitty as hell. No more meds other than the two I take!

Jun 20 TSH is 16. Ugh! That’s due to the skips but it was necessary to curb my anxiety.

Jun 21 I don't know if I'm looking at a whole new problem or not, but both my red and white blood cell counts are high. Seeing the doctor later.

Jun 29 Still struggling with hot flashes and other symptoms of menopause. Took my first dose of Amberen. So far so good, though it might have made me drowsy.

July 2017

Jul 11 Maliheh's email account was hacked by someone pushing weight loss products. Surprised she still has me in her contacts after all this time.

Jul 16 Love that I found a way to block a few people that have blocked me on Facebook! Now if they ever unblock me they still won't see my account.

Jul 18 Met Mary who lives in the back corner of the circle. She stopped to ask me what was going on with all the street digging. Joy said they're in the final phase of redoing their irrigation system after four years and it's going to go on another week and a half.

Jul 20 Sent a message to Scot B on Facebook.

August 2017

Aug 1 Scot blocked me. Why, I do not know.

Aug 3 Discovered Grammarly! It may not be perfect but I love watching my stories and journals get more and more correct as I go through them.

September 2017

Sep 7 TSH is 15! This proves that perimenopause really is the root cause of my anxiety, even though the medication can still fuel it.

Sep 20 Getting a mouthguard and two partial crowns for $600 total. Was great seeing the dental team despite the costs, especially Kathleen.

October 2017

Oct 17 Accidentally pulled a crown out while flossing. Took the dentist just 5 minutes to re-crown me.

Oct 19 TSH is 6.75!

Oct 27 My very first "real" journal entry is 30 years old today!

November 2017

Nov 3 Reconnected with Kim but not Aly. Having fun catching up via DM on Twitter.

Nov 17 Making one last-ditch effort to try to combat the problem with traffic waking me up with a $25 pillow sound machine. Fingers crossed!

Nov 19 Getting new windows for the bedroom as I've had it with this shit. Ruining my peace is one thing, stealing my sleep is another.

Nov 27 Stepping into Psycho is now finished with just under 24K words!

December 2017

Dec 2 So SO fucking pissed and so fucking tired of dealing with the same old health issues year after year. My white blood cell count is slightly elevated, my cholesterol is bad, and my TSH jumped from 6 to 11. WTF? How???

Dec 4 Back from my PCP appt. She wants me to see a hematologist. :(

Aly made my day by tweeting me a birthday wish, though not directly. While I found it a bit odd that she didn’t tweet directly to me, I really appreciate the birthday wish!

Dec 8 Thrilled to hear from Aly!

So glad I never met with Marie in 2010 as I've come to realize just how fucked-up she is. She didn't do anything to me but I had an interesting chat with her ex. I'll always care about her but she is really screwed up probably beyond help.

[pjisskullourful]

mommy domme victoria but as a vampire too picking out reader from crowd and having her sexy ways in the hotel after the show if that makes sense?

it does make sense& it hugely appeals to me-- to the point where i've been working on my phone fixated on this idea & i have about 1k written

i think im gonna make use of a vamp mechanic i've not used in other fics& that would be the power of mesmerising& the ability to influence thoughts

its gonna be called moonlight magic, after the ashnikko song cos goddamm i love that song

if you wanna see what depraved shit i've written so far, keep reading. unproofread. yall are gettin it rawr

its set in england so dont get after me for spelling mummy this way

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You had been to a lot of concerts before (you had stopped being able to easily keep count a couple of years ago), but you had never been this level of entranced by a performer. You were utterly fascinated, unable to take your eyes off of Victoria De Angelis for more than a second. She was the whole show to you and you studied her every motion.

You had attended a Måneskin concert before and you couldn't remember being this level of obsessed with just the bassist. The videos on your phone from that night had tried to capture all four musicians at once. It had also captured the few rows of people standing between you and the stage.

But tonight you were at the front of the crowd, which had been exhilarating even before the band had taken to the stage. You and your best friend, Nadia, were thrilled that your early arrival had secured you this spot. There was absolutely no one blocking your view as you stood at the barricade, on the left of the stage's front.

Everyone had been screaming when the house lights dimmed and the background music was shut off. But your cheering had gotten even louder when Victoria had come into view, wearing her guitar as she strode to the front of the stage, directly in front of you. You were enamoured by the way her hair flowed and you immediately loved the look of her studded mini-skirt.

You had made a (kind of explicit) sign, specifically for her and you had lifted it above your head straight away. LET ME CALL YOU MUMMY.

Beforehand, you hadn't known if she would understand the intent, or even see the sign. It had been made with a rush of adrenaline, half-joking around with Nadia and seeing how sexual you were willing to get.

You saw Victoria's eyes land on it, and the smile already on her face had gotten bigger. Her eyes had moved down and you thought you saw her wink at you. Your arms had felt numb as you lowered the poster, instantly finding reasons to disbelieve what you had seen from the bass player.

You had taken your eyes off of her during the first song, when someone wearing a lanyard had approached from the other side of the barricade. They stood directly in front of you, making eye contact. It might have been easy to fear that you were going to get a stern talking-to after accidentally doing something troublesome.

“Do you wanna be on stage?” They asked.

You had seen the videos online, you knew exactly what this meant, nodding your head as vigorously as possible. “Fuck yeah!”

“Yes!” Nadia had joined in, extending her arm for one of the wristbands that the staff member was holding.

They had wrapped the paper accessories around your wrist and hers. Over the song they had given the two of you instructions of where to go and when.

Once they were gone, Nadia had grabbed you, screaming her excitement. This was a rare opportunity given to only about twenty fans per show, it was almost like winning the lottery.

You hadn't been able to think of anything to say back, because your eyes had gotten stuck on Victoria again. You hung on her every confident step and marvelled at the precision of her fingers.

You had never seen somebody so sexy in real life before. Seeing her beauty so many times on a screen, it was easy to assume there was some production magic involved - filters, blurring makeup, flattering lighting and angles, truly the best money could buy.

But as you stared up at her, trying to memorise all of these incredible details, you had seen that she was actually just that gorgeous. There wasn't a single feature that could turn you off. You dedicated more than a respectful amount of seconds looking at the little black love hearts that were pasted to each of her exposed breasts, covering the nipples.

As she had looked in your general direction (was it just wishful thinking that she was looking at you?) recklessly filthy images filled your head. You hardly knew where they had come from, but you were inundated to the point where you could hardly concentrate on anything else. You couldn't help yourself, you were suddenly ravenous for all of it.

You wondered how it would feel to have her lips all over your neck. You had pictured scissoring, desperately rubbing your cunt on hers. You hadn't done that with someone in such a long time, but it was often on your mind, the delights from previous experiences lingering in the deepest part of you. You had imagined how she might look riding your face, rocking her body with more intensity that she showed on stage. Images of worshipping her breasts couldn't be ignored and you had noticed that you felt damp in your panties.

You didn't think you had ever been driven so wild just by looking at someone before. Your libido was out of control. It was like the seduction was already happening, independent of words or touches.

When it was finally time to join the performers on stage, you dropped your sign. You didn't feel brave enough to hold it up to her directly, you didn't know how she would react and that intimidated the Hell out of you. The group of fans began to rush the stage and you followed Nadia up the small staircase.

[kwop-kilawtley]

Exactly. She faced NO consequences which made all of Twilight, New Moon & Eclipse FUCKING POINTLESS. This is why I cannot view BD as canon. Last time I read BD, it took me out of the love for Twilight completely. The first three is all about which choice will she make & what the vampires faced with vampirism. Like Edward nearly killed her after being 100 years old just sitting in a room with her. Jasper nearly killed her from a paper cut. None of the cullens other than Carlisle were able to be in a room with her blood. All of eclipse about newborn vampires being fucking savages. The literal point that the Cullens are different from others of their kind… most vampires drank blood. Because they couldn’t resist it. But who can? With barely any issue?

Bella. Bella has incredible restraint immediately. Her thirst is not even an issue at all despite having a half human kid. She can have a relationship with her dad & anyone else because it’s no issue. There’s really no explanation for this either. It just kind of fades in the background. She’s just a perfect Cullen now. With a MAGICAL child who for some reason can convinced a whole bunch of vampires that she’s worth dying for or fighting for. Why do those other vampires give a fuck about Ratatouille? Roping them into all their bullshit like always.. just what Bella & Edward do best. And then the Volturi don’t even fight them. Nothing even happens. There’s no consequence and the previous books are for nothing. Bella & Jacob are for nothing in the end. I consider Jacobs true character death to be in BD when he’s not just a vessel for Ratatouille. It’s vile and horrible.

I agree totally if Bella HAD to be changed, if Bella and Edward HAD to be endgame cause ofc they always were gonna be cause Meyer doesn’t have common sense w her own characters, I wish Bella was FERAL. Killing Charlie or even Ratatouille (tho I just don’t think she should’ve been a thing at all I block that out lol) I wish she loved blood but also was sickened by it too. I wish she loved blood more than Edward. I wish she fucking REGRETTED being turned. I wish she called Edward out for all the bullshit he’s done and put her through. I would’ve loved to see her kill Alice lol.

But yes, i wish Bella stayed human ofc. I wish she GREW. There’s a really great fanfic called Movement of the Earth that I consider canon. Jacob imprints on Bella & Bella realizes how fucking TOXIC Edward was. Totally worth a read for any team Jacob person. It’s the ideal ending. Either that or she ran off with Jacob at the wedding.

Was Bella getting knocked up supposed to be courageous or something? I guess this is Meyers obvious self insert.. that she’s a bored mother and breeding is some sort of “character development.” I think she confuses turning points in life with character development. It actually just stunted Bella.. it made her someone different. I wasn’t seeing Bella anymore.. it was someone else. Someone Meyer wishes she could be? A perfect wife and mother. She just had to fill in new moon and eclipse with SOMETHING.. and she accidentally made it the best books of the whole saga. She just didn’t even realize it. But she destroyed it in the end.

TW!!!

Bella being turned is often seen as “character development” or a “glow up” & that’s what SMeyer wants it to be. Unfortunately, Meyer does not understand her own characters or character development. Bella did not develop, she totally could have but she did not. She is a 17 year old girl begging to be a vampire because she has zero self esteem. Not a chapter goes by where Bella is not comparing herself to a vampire or feeling completely inadequate with Edward. It’s so, so sad that she doesn’t even want to accept a present from him because she feels “they are already so unbalanced.” Prime example is her folding the photo in half in new moon because it was embarrassing how “godly” Edward was & how she was nothing. The way I see it, vampires symbolize the perfection that teenage girls have an unhealthy obsession with. Western beauty/ flawless celebs/models/ unrealistic beauty standards leading to eating disorders, SH, addiction. They’ll do anything to be that & that’s exactly what Bella does. She DIES for it. Everything that makes her unique does for it. She erases her identity, her quirks, her humanity for a taste of perfection. For a fix for her low self esteem.

Character development for Bella would have been if she rejected Edward when he came back from New Moon or in Eclipse & chose a Jacob that did not assault her or have severe anger issues. The New Moon Jacob is obviously her soulmate & it’s canon that if everyone was human, she would’ve been with him. He understands her & doesn’t try to change her. They have an overall better chemistry.

In her eyes, Edward could do no wrong. Edward stalked her when they barely knew each other & she was not mad at him for doing so, but was EMBARRASSED she said something stupid in her sleep. This reminds me SOOO much of teenage girls being grateful that the “cool, older dude” is talking to them & doesn’t realize that the dude is a predator. I mean.. also Edward is 100+ years older than her & I truly am sick of hearing “well he’s forever 17” ok but he’s still lived 100+ years so YEAH he’s older idgaf. he has a way with words, manipulation, gaslighting. He isolates her & is selfish but also beats himself up about it to her so he feels less guilt. Bella seeing him beat himself up also let’s him off the hook because she then pities him.

Edward left her completely unprotected from vampires after totally uprooting her life & changing its trajectory forever. He introduced her to the world & just took it all back, thinking she could move on from that trauma. They were TRAUMA bonded more than they were in love. “I’m the worlds most dangerous predator, everything about me invites you in” is enough to tell us that a lot of their love is because of that. She is drawn to him because of this. It was magical, it was a rush, like a drug. It’s also easy for her to brush off any of his wrongdoings because of his “dazzling” and “godlike beauty.” That’s why her depression was not like any other breakup. I also think many people forget like.. she would have been DEAD without Jacob & the wolves. Laurent would’ve killed her & if not him, then Victoria.

I do not understand how anyone could dislike the wolves. The Cullens are directly responsible for them changing. They’re literally colonizers lol. I wish Bella would’ve pointed this out and stopped idolizing the Cullens for ONE second. Bella blindly accepts all of them because of their perfection. Character development would have been if she questioned this and empathized with the wolves more and understand WHY Jacob fucking hated them so much. The wolves had every right to call them “bloodsucking leeches” whereas the Cullens do not have the right to call them “dogs, mutts, etc.” The Cullens are not the oppressed here. They are rich, white, immortal & “perfect.” I can totally empathize with them though because none of them chose to be a vampire & are stuck forever but they mope all fuckin day about that fact YET WERE THE CAUSE of the wolves. Selfish if you ask me. There are good traits of the Cullens, I do actually like them but Bella needed to push back more & I would have loved to see her take them off that fucking pedestal. Being TURNED was the only time she did that, because now she was one of them. This isn’t development.

Her being turned is a tragedy, really. She never learns to love herself, she never heals from her trauma & she is absolutely obsessed with vampirism despite knowing the downsides. She never grew. She just got turned. I wish she would’ve rejected it all & realized her love for Edward was incredibly toxic & clouded by him being a predator. Was Edward a horrible person? I don’t think so. I do think he loved her & wanted to protect her from outsider harm and DEATH but that should be the bare minimum of any relationship LOL. Edward always creeped me out like he sees Bella as his little possession, his little doll or something. They have good moments of course.. but so does every toxic relationship.

The Twilight saga are books that could have really taught us a lot & in turn actually taught us what not to do or be. Bella was not a fucking hero for being changed. She did not develop. I’d say maybe she developed a bit having to make her choice between human life and vampirism but in turn, she made the wrong one. She made the weak choice. It was a fucking COP out. Breaking dawn doesn’t fit for a reason, it makes literally makes no sense after New moon and Eclipse. Smeyer was just too lazy to change it and give her characters justice. I feel like this is all pretty obvious while reading it.. but I think a lot of people are “DAZZLED” just like Bella is. But if she chose a healthy Jacob or herself then it wouldn’t be Smeyers perfect little vampire love story.

[emeraldenha]

✎ SUMMARY. both you and Jake Sim have one thing in common and that is being best friends with an ‘it couple’ on campus. after properly getting to know each other at a new year’s eve party, you think seeing his face one too many times the following weeks could all be a coincidental fate. what you soon realize is that fate comes in the form of your two friend groups who want nothing more than the two of you to start dating.

✎ PAIRING. awkward nerd!jake x fem!reader (sunghoon x yeji & jay x ryujin)

✎ FEATURING. enhypen’s 02z line, itzy

✎ GENRE. university au, fluff, strangers to lovers

✎ WARNINGS. cursing, alcohol consumption, all pairings between itzy and enhypen members are purely used for plot convenience

✎ W/C. +6.4k words

✎ ADDITIONAL NOTE. this is part of the Nuevo Comienzo (new beginnings) collab created by dulceamar! please consider checking out all the other amazing works by other authors throughout the year!

the first encounter.

“order for y/n!” the barista shouts, calling out another order soon after.

sending a text to a group chat with your best friends, agreeing to meet them at the cafeteria of your university for lunch, you walk up to the counter and grab the only cup of coffee you find sitting there.

ryujin: bro when will you get your ass over here

you: sorry there was a long line for coffee :(

you: I’ll be there in two seconds just wait a bit

you go to exit the cafe but feel a light tap on your shoulder.

“hi,” the boy smiles awkwardly. “I think I accidentally took your coffee, you should have mine as well.”

“oh, really?” taking a glance at the paper cup, you notice the scribble of someone else’s name right on the side. you squint trying to decipher the letters written in thick sharpie. “jack?”

“jake, actually,” he politely corrects you. “sorry about this whole thing. I also kinda took a sip before I realized it wasn’t my order. I can uhh get you a new lid if you’d like.”

you nod slowly, “sure.”

you follow his lead as he backtracks to the opposite corner of the cafe.

“is it weird to say you look familiar?” jake says in an attempt to keep the conversation going. “I swear, I've seen you around before.”

“you go to belift university, right?” you ask for confirmation and receive a nod from him in response. “we go to the same college then. maybe you've seen me passing by.”

his face contorts into confusion as he starts eyeing you suspiciously, “how’d you know I go to belift?”

“your sweatshirt,” you point at the glaringly large font across his chest.

“ah, right!” heat crawls up jake’s cheeks as he blushes in embarrassment. he grabs a lid from the condiment bar, and with shaky hands, replaces the original one with it. “forgot I was wearing this shirt. I mean belift. wait, what? I mean my sweatshirt. fuck, I almost knocked over your coffee. but yeah, my belift sweatshirt… you probably knew what I meant. sorry, I’ll shut up now.”

“cute,” you mutter under your breath, lip twitching into a smile.

“huh?”

“what?” you cough, feigning cluelessness. you point at your coffee cup still in his hand to quickly change the topic. “can I have my coffee back now?”

“yeah, of course,” jake says with confusion still evident in his expression.

“thanks.”

“no problem.”

the two of you head towards the exit and you thank him as he opens the door for you.

jake stops walking once you both are outside and no longer blocking the entrance of the cafe, which makes you second guess if that means you should stop too. playing it safe, you slow down your steps until jake addresses you again.

“most people have gone home early,” jake starts. “but I’m assuming you must’ve had a final today if you’re still in the area.”

your eyes anxiously wonder around.

you’re five minutes late to when you were supposed to be meeting your friends at the cafeteria, but they can wait.

“yeah, I still haven’t actually taken it yet,” you inform him.

“ah, I just finished mine this morning,” jake replies.

“must be nice to be free then,” you say half-jokingly.

“definitely,” he lets out a quick laugh. “well, I hope you ace your last exam. good luck!”

he holds out his fist in your direction.

you stare at his fist for a moment before shyly curling your hand to meet him in a fist bump, “thanks. good luck to you too!”

he waves you goodbye and you briefly mimic his actions before parting ways.

“shit,” jake curses under his breath as he continues walking in the opposite direction from yours, looking over his shoulder to see you already crossing the street. “I should have asked for her number.”

“I got your lunch,” ryujin pushes a tray of food towards you.

“you’re the best,” you breathe out, taking a seat across from your two best friends. “someone accidentally mistook my coffee for their’s while I was at the cafe nearby. that’s why I’m running a little more behind than I already was today.”

“eat quickly,” jay advises. “your exam is in thirty minutes, right?”

“yeah,” you confirm, taking your silverware and digging into your food.

“ew, slow down and take a napkin,” ryujin thrusts a wad of napkins into your hand. “you won’t attract anyone being this gross.”

“good, that means my plan to cosplay as men repellent is working.”

despite your sarcastic remark, you peel a napkin from the stack and wipe your month.

ryujin watches you and shakes her head, “you could be really good girlfriend material if you put your mind to it, just saying.”

“says the ‘it couple’ on campus,” you say, rolling your eyes.

ryujin scoffs, “we’re not the ‘it couple’ on campus.”

“oh, we so are,” jay confidently boasts, running a hand through his silky blonde hair.

“you’re so right, babe,” ryujin immediately switches in agreement, pressing a kiss to his cheek before leaning on the back of her chair where his arm is casually resting.

you pretend to gag, “throwing up in my mouth right now.”

“aren’t you even just a little bit curious about putting yourself out there?” ryujin asks, refusing to give up. “I could totally set you up with someone. you’re talking to the local matchmaker right here.”

“matchmaker my ass,” you laugh. “as if I’d put my love life in your hands, ryujin. but really, I’m just not interested in anyone at the moment.”

“the moment? the moment has been your whole life!” ryujin whines, her eyes so wide they could practically fall out of her eye sockets.

“ryu,” jay warns, moving his hand to squeeze her shoulder. “give y/n a break. if she’s not looking to go on a date, then she’s not going on one.”

“you talk like my dad,” you deadpan.

“I’m defending you and you still choose to insult me like this?” jay purses his lips, going back to scrolling through his phone while he snacks on a bag of chips.

“okay, no dating for y/n in the near future. got it!” ryujin animatedly summarizes. “but are you at least coming to hoon’s new year’s eve party with us?”

you furrow your eyebrows, “hoon?”

“sunghoon,” ryujin says in an obvious tone, giving you an incredulous look at the lack of recognition written across your face. “come on, park sunghoon! jay’s friend, park sunghoon. he’s dating hwang yeji.”

“am I supposed to know people through their couple status or something?” your voices drips with your usual sarcasm. “and jay has a lot of friends.”

“he was the one that treated us out on your birthday that one time,” jay adds, glancing up from his phone.

“oh, that guy!” you clap your hands together as you recall the brief memory. “yeah, he was nice.”

“so you’ll come?” ryujin looks at you with pleading eyes. “new year, new you.”

“don’t tell me you actually believe in that crap.”

“just give me an answer.”

“why so eager,” you let out a dry laugh. “do you need me to be the designated driver again or something?”

“you make us sound like asshole friends,” ryujin pouts. “and no, we just haven’t hung out much because you’ve been so busy over the semester. I want us to have fun together over winter break.”

“yeah, no pressure if you don’t want to go though,” jay says. “but if you’re coming, we’ll probably crash at sunghoon’s, so you can drink and crash there too or drive home if you’re bored.”

“okay, fine. I’ll see you guys there. new year, new me or whatever,” you cave. “but next time I want to do something, you can’t say no.”

ryujin smirks, jokingly grabbing your hand to give it a loose shake, “we have ourselves a deal.”

“now that you got that out of the way, you got ten minutes to book yourself to your class for exams,” jay casually reminds you.

“oh shit,” you hiss. you grab your tray and the remaining trash lying around as you get ready to leave. “bye guys!”

“bye, y/n!”

“see you later, love!”

“why don’t you ever call me love?”

“shut up, jongseong.”

as you rush out of the cafeteria, you pass by the famous park sunghoon you had been talking about earlier, almost crashing into him and apologizing for the near-incident with a quick ‘sorry.’ neither of you even have time to recognize each other as you continue speed walking away before the chance is offered.

“woah, you okay, hoonie?” yeji asks after watching sunghoon flinch from how you had almost crashed into him.

“I’m fine,” he brushes it off and sits down at their table.

he glances up from setting his food down to acknowledge jake, then decides to skip the greeting once he sees what the boy is doing.

“why do you have your physics textbook out?” sunghoon makes a disgusted face. “I thought you finished your finals already.”

“oh, I did,” jake clarifies. “but I’m reading some of the unassigned chapters from this semester. did you know that—”

“okay, you can stop right there!” sunghoon says while putting a hand up. “don’t need to know whatever wackass concept you’re going to ramble on about next.”

jake makes a blank face, internally thinking about how he should’ve seen that coming, “rude.”

“you’re always studying physics,” sunghoon whines. “get a hobby, loser. you’ll never get a girlfriend at this rate if you’re already in married to your physics textbook.”

“lay off him for once, will you? nerds have rights too,” yeji jokes with a lazy grin tugging her lips.

“very funny, yeji,” jake bites back sarcastically. he begins to pout as he picks at his food. “what’s wrong with being a nerd?”

“what’s wrong is that nerds like you,” sunghoon points his fork in jake’s direction. “have zero game.”

“what are you talking about?” jake says in an offended tone. “I got game.”

sunghoon raises an eyebrow, “oh, do you now?”

“yeah,” jake states as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. “I'm totally the ideal guy.”

“then go ask somebody out,” sunghoon cooly challenges him.

“you mean,” jake pauses, scratching the back of his head. “like right now?”

jake suddenly feels lightheaded. the thing about jake was that he was a easily likable person. he was kind, smart, and bursting with positive energy. his downside was that even though he had book smarts, it left him oblivious to the common sense of courage and confidence.

“why not?” sunghoon shrugs. “you sound so sure of yourself anyways.”

“okay,” jake bites his lip and rubs his hands together. “I got this.”

he stands from his seat at the table, taking a couple of deep breaths before searching for someone to be his target and taking off.

“wait,” yeji whispers to sunghoon. “he's actually doing this?”

“apparently.”

“and we're not going to stop him?”

sunghoon chuckles, “hell no.”

“hey, lia!” jake approaches the girl and her friend.

“oh,” lia makes eye contact with chaeryeong before forcing a smile at the boy. “what's up, jake?”

“you. me. new year’s eye party at sunghoon’s. be my date?”

“sorry, jake,” lia rejects. “I uhh... already have plans with my family.”

“ah, I see,” jake wants nothing more than to crawl into a hole and never come back up to reality. “maybe some other time then?”

“umm…”

“you know what? nevermind. sorry to bother you. and if I also made you uncomfortable, I apologize for that too—”

“jake,” lia interrupts with a tense smile. “it’s okay.”

“yeah. good. cool.”

jake turns on his heel and rigidly walks away, every ounce of his self esteem and social battery drained.

he can hear chaeryeong clicking her tongue, “that was awkward.”

jake agonizingly makes his way back to sunghoon and yeji, holding up a middle finger once he catches sunghoon’s chest vibrating at his attempt to suppress his laughter.

it was sad that the conversation was out of earshot for his friends, but they could already tell how it went.

jake returns to his seat and closes his eyes as he heaves a deep sigh.

“okay, so maybe I don't got game.”

the second encounter.

it had been around two weeks since the start of winter break and you were trying not to hate the idea of this new year’s eve party so much, but it wasn’t the most exciting thing you’d rather do when you genuinely weren’t a big fan of alcohol or people in general. you actually wished you were a fan of both of those things so it could make a night like this more enjoyable.

“remind me why we’re showing up an hour late to this party again?” you ask, slouching in the backseat of jay’s car.

“ever heard of being fashionably late?” he retorts while finding a space to park.

you snort, “you’re so lame, jay.”

“rip him to shreds, baby,” ryujin playfully blows you a kiss from the passenger seat.

you pretend to catch the kiss and shoot her a wink, “always, baby.”

“hey, I’m the boyfriend here!” jay says, a reoccurring joke that happens between the three of you.

“and I’m the side piece, your point is?” you speak without missing a single beat.

stepping onto the front lawn of sunghoon’s house, the party at least looked somewhat less unhinged than the other one’s jay and ryujin had dragged you to a couple times before. yes, you could hear the blasting music from the outside. and yes, you could hear people shouting and cheering from the backyard as the sound of someone cannonballing into the pool followed. but for the most part, it just looked like a normal house with festive decorations peeking from the windows that indicated this was indeed a chill new year’s eve party.

it had been long enough that you’ve forgotten what park sunghoon even looks like, but he gave you the impression of a very clean-cut guy, given your judgements on how good he was as a party host.

it was like a formal celebration to new beginnings, only with a bunch of unsupervised college students and alcohol.

“ryujin, jay!” you hear a female voice giggle right as you step through the front door.

ryujin let out a squeal, a rare sound you never exactly hear from her, “yeji, my beloved!”

‘people really do act differently in different crowds, huh?’ you thought to yourself.

behind the girl you now identified as yeji, you saw a boy standing behind her with his hand resting on the small of her back.

“this is our lovely y/n!” ryujin introduces you with an arm around your shoulder. “y/n, this is yeji and sunghoon. they're the second best couple on campus obviously.”

“yah, don't get it mixed up!” sunghoon laughs before greeting jay with some special handshake you had never seen before.

you wave at them shyly, “hi, sunghoon. hi, yeji.”

“hey, sexy!” a drunk hwang yeji saunters over to wrap her arms around you in a quick hug. “woah, I love your dress. it's so cute! I wish yuna was here right now. she'd fucking love this outfit.”

“umm... thanks,” you stiffly nod as yeji continues to awe at your dress with her hands gripping your shoulders.

“that's enough, babe,” sunghoon pulls yeji into his chest from behind. he looks coherent enough to function but at the same time has his bangs flopping over his forehead that make him appear sleepily tipsy. “sorry about her. she gets clingy after a drink or two.”

“it’s alright,” you say distractedly, choosing to bury your discomfort by watching yeji cutely thrash around in her boyfriend’s hold while asking for more shots.

“where's jake?” jay asks curiously.

jake? that name sounded familiar, but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it.

“he’s right here—” sunghoon lazily looks over his right shoulder and then over his left, still buzzed on the few cups of alcohol he drank previously. “oh, guess he disappeared somewhere.”

you all continue talking for another handful of minutes. sunghoon’s even generous enough to throw a couple questions your way in an attempt to make you feel included, which was honestly a breath of fresh air. you loved your best friends to death, but usually talking to other people with them is like sitting in the corner at a family reunion. it was your role as the quiet, antisocial friend.

though as enjoyable as it was to have a group to stick around with versus being alone, you realized how slow and random a conversation with two drunk people could be. the five of you eventually ran out of things to say.

sunghoon and yeji excuse themselves, sunghoon having to guide her by the shoulders to keep her upright as they disappear into the crowd.

ryujin lightly taps your shoulder, “jay and I are going to play beer pong for a bit. wanna come?”

“I'm fine,” you decline the invitation. “I think I'm going to find some water in the kitchen.”

“okay, bestie,” she gives you a side hug before linking arms with her boyfriend to walk further into the crowd. “you know the drill, be careful and call me if you need anything!”

“I will!” you shout back and begin wandering off to the kitchen by yourself.

it takes you a second to locate where the water bottles are stored, but you quickly manage to find them and take one for yourself.

“hey,” a voice says from over your shoulder, a hand reaching forward to grab one of the other water bottles in front of you. “y/n, right?”

it’s the boy from the coffee shop. if there was one thing you remembered, it was his kind face and australian accent.

“hi…” your voice trails off.

you forgot his name.

“ah, do you not remember me?” he says with a bit of disappointment. “I’m—”

“hold on, let me at least guess first!” you study his face, doing your best to dig into the back of your memory. “I remember you, I swear! something that starts with a ‘j.’ like jim, maybe james, or… wasn’t it jack?”

“close,” he laughs. “I’m jake. jake sim.”

he holds his hand out for a simple handshake, which you gladly accept.

“ah, you’re that jake,” you say in a dumbfounded tone. “sunghoon and yeji’s friend, right?”

“yeah, how’d you know?” he questions you with curiosity lacing his voice. not only was he surprised that you knew anything about him at all, but you actually were acknowledging him out of the friend group without yeji and sunghoon present.

“I’m friends with jay and ryujin.”

“ah, you’re that y/n!”

you nod, “yeah.”

basic, surface-level questions are asked as well as other miscellaneous talking points. there’s even an odd talk about the nice weather, which was unfitting for being indoors during the winter season but you don’t comment on it again.

“how are you liking the party?” jake switches subjects, scared that you’ll leave if the atmosphere drops. “is it any fun?”

“eh, you’re the highlight of it so far,” you shrug. “I don’t really drink or do anything in particular, so I just kind of float around until I decide to ditch.”

jake feels his heart begin to race. it was his first time hearing a girl make a comment like that about him.

“wanna ditch this party together?” he blurts out the invite, feeling a sense of boldness he’s never felt before. “I can drive us.”

an expression of uncertainty crosses your face, “where to exactly?”

“I said it more as an impromptu idea but…” he takes a moment to think. “we could go get breakfast, like they do in christmas movies and stuff. waffles, maybe?”

you contemplate if it’s smart to trust someone who’s essentially a stranger to you, but then your inner monologue comes in.

he knows sunghoon. granted, you didn’t remember who sunghoon was until jay had to remind you, but he bought you food once. and on your birthday too. that had to count for something, right? plus, jake seemed even sweeter. it may just be his puppy-like appearance carrying the assumption, but he was also a nervous wreck upon mixing up your coffees not to long ago.

you decide to trust him.

“it’s a bit late to be living out your christmas movie moment,” you say, noticing how jake’s face begins to falter into panic. “but I do like waffles.”

“perfect,” he lets out a sigh of relief. “let’s go.”

you end up sitting in jake’s car five minutes before the first of january, a fancy waffle from some food truck jake googled in your hand. the two of you are parked right in front of your house, all the lights inside are off from your parents already being asleep.

“it’s almost midnight,” jake states while looking at the clock on the car’s dashboard. “any new year’s resolutions?”

“no,” you shake your head. “I’m not into that sort of bullshit.”

you examine jake’s face. he looks like he’s about to protest your opinion but then stops himself.

“okay, that’s fair,” he says.

“do you have any new year’s resolutions?” you shoot the question back at him.

“yeah,” he shyly admits. he bites his lip, a habit you’ve noticed he does a lot when he seems nervous, as he stares at the road ahead. “I want to fall in love.”

“that’s a pretty bold statement,” you comment.

“yeah, I know,” he lets out a small laugh. “but I guess I want to stop being so shy and gain some confidence.”

three minutes.

“you’re social skills aren’t that bad,” you say honestly, hoping that will encourage him. “you’re awkward but in the most endearing way possible if that makes any sense.”

you manage to get a goofy grin out of him, “not a bad compliment, I’ll take it.”

“I’m not the most confident person either,” you admit. “I’m not sure if I’d wish to be that kind of person, but good for you. have fun falling in love.”

two minutes.

“it sounds weird when you put it like that,” he covers his face with the palms of his hands in embarrassment. “I just want to understand what it’s like, give romance a try and all that. have you ever been in love, y/n?”

“no. no, I haven’t.”

you take a large bite of your thick-layered waffle.

one minute.

“you have some ice cream right here,” he gestures to the corner of his mouth using his own face.

“here?” you try wiping off the dessert with the back of your hand.

“no, you’re just smearing it,” he reaches his hand out to lightly cup your face, wiping the mess with his thumb. “there, all clear.”

his stare travels all over your face shining in the dim moonlight. he doesn’t know what to do. to him, you’re breathtaking.

he wonders if he should just go for it.

three, two, one.

“I should go inside,” you say, causing jake’s attention to immediately withdraw from your lips. “I’m feeling a little tired.”

“yeah, go ahead,” he can sense the heat nearly flushing his face. he clears his throat as he unlocks the car. “happy new year, y/n.”

you smile before hopping out and setting a hand on the car door, ready to close it, “happy new year.”

the third encounter.

“and so we meet again.”

“how dramatic of you to say,” you chuckle, not expecting to run into anyone while standing in the middle of the candy isle at your local grocery store. “but what's up, jake?”

“nothing much,” the boy shrugs. he goes to stand behind you, browsing the rows of candy bags and chocolate bars closely. “just getting some snacks for me and my friends.”

“me too!” you gasp, easing up to the conversation. “ryujin and jay always make me go out to buy snacks. I swear, I love them to death but couples sometimes...”

you think back to fifteen minutes ago when your two best friends practically forced you out of jay's apartment complex. they were more persistent than usual, but you chalked that up as them needing time to make out another half hour before you returned.

“I know right!” jake enthusiastically agrees. “sunghoon and yeji are like that too.”

in all honesty, you thought you wouldn’t see jake again after the party. it was still winter break after all and who knew you’d randomly run into each other like this.

once you’re done picking out your snacks, getting some new recommendations from jake, you walk to the self checkout area together and don’t separate until you reach the parking lot.

he hesitates before parting ways, rubbing the back of his neck, “I’ll see you around?”

“yeah, see you around,” you wave him goodbye.

he walks away and you scold yourself for lingering on his figure, hoping you really would see him again some time soon.

“how was it?” ryujin asks right as you join them back on the couch of jay’s apartment.

“going to the store?” you say slowly, confused as to why ryujin looked so interested. “it was fine.”

“did anything interesting happen?” she continues to badger you.

“nothing really,” you shrug. “I ran into jake while I was there. that’s about it.”

“jake?” jay chimes in. “jake’s a pretty cool guy, really smart and trustworthy too. he’s like a brother to me.”

you give him a look, “why are you buttering him up to me all of a sudden?”

“I’m not,” jay denies.

“okay,” you mutter under your breath, deciding to open up a chocolate bar and start paying attention to whatever tv show was playing. “you guys are weird.”

the fourth encounter.

“oh my god, what are you guys doing here?” ryujin squeals in excitement, lowering her volume as much as possible in the movie theater.

“no way,” yeji gasps. “you guys are here to see this movie too! wow, same time and everything. isn't that crazy, hoon?”

“yeah,” sunghoon nods rapidly, trying to look casual. “what a total coincidence.”

“come sit with us!” yeji ushers the three of you with a bright sparkle in her eyes despite the dim lighting, discreetly elbowing sunghoon's side for his poor acting job when no one is looking.

jay goes to sit on sunghoon's side, while you and ryujin go to the opposite end. you take the farthest seat, leaving ryujin to sit in between you and jake.

“what’s wrong?” you ask her once you catch the alarmed look in her eyes.

you expect her to answer but instead she goes to face the other side away from you. confused, you go back to watching the movie trailers play without another word.

“jake,” ryujin whispers after a couple minutes. “would it be okay if we switched seats? I want to sit by yeji.”

you turn your head with a surprised expression, overhearing her request, “ouch, is sitting by me not good enough for you?”

“yah, it's not that,” ryujin instantly denies and clicks her tongue. “plus, you don’t even like hearing me talk during movies anyways.”

you stare at her for a moment before sighing and leaning back into your seat, “whatever.”

jake stands up to switch spots with ryujin, sending you a lopsided smile.

“popcorn?” jake offers.

reaching your hand into the bag, you nod, “sure.”

you sigh, “they're totally trying to set us up, aren't they?”

“yeah, they're really obvious,” jake says in agreement.

the amount of times you have seen jake within the past month was astounding to you. you've seen him at the mall, at restaurants, and now that you are back to attending classes, you even see him frequently around campus.

you wonder every now and then how many times you’ve passed by him without knowing who he was, but lately it feels rather impossible to not notice him everywhere you go.

you recall the time when it had dawned on you that there was more to your relationship with jake than pure coincidence, it was one particular memory that had made you realize.

“oh, you met jake at the party?” ryujin gasped over the phone.

it was the day after, ryujin following her routine of giving you a check-up call after she was done taking care of her hangover.

“actually we met a couple weeks before,” you mentioned. “he was the one who accidentally switched our coffees on the last day of exam week.”

“how adorable!” she gushed, and in that very moment, you regretted telling her any of that. you could already predict where the conversation was now heading. “so, would you say he’s your type?”

“I’ve already told you, ryu,” you warned, your voice growing tired. “don’t try playing cupid with me. I’m not interested in him like that. I’m not interested in anyone.”

you could picture ryujin’s face as you heard her scoff, “sounds to me like you’re in denial.”

“am not,” you firmly shut down her accusations. “yeah, he’s cute and all but—”

“wait, did you just call him cute?”

“huh?” you stuttered, not processing the words you let slip out. “okay, whatever—”

“no, you never call anyone cute!” she exclaims. “you’re attracted to jake sim.”

“and so what if I am? he’s just some nice guy,” you tried to reason, not wanting to make it a big deal.

ryujin was the one with the hangover, but why did it feel like your brain was suffering?

“why are you so afraid to date, y/n?” ryujin’s voice softened. “I know you don’t want to open your heart out to people, but you can always start out slow. it’s okay to date just to date, and if you fall in love, then so be it. the trick about falling in love is that it’s spontaneous. it just happens.”

“I don’t know,” you told her honestly. “maybe a part of me does want to date him, but you know me, I don’t want to commit to something that seems all sweet at first but isn’t.”

“don’t let this opportunity pass you by, y/n.” ryujin offered her last attempt of advice. “dating is different for everyone, but for the most part, you date someone to get to know them. you won’t know unless you try.”

and now you’re here. walking outside the movie theater, feeling a sense of deja vu as you head to jake’s car. those four of your so-called friends were awful at making excuses, especially sunghoon, but you went along with their shenanigans.

jake wasn’t bad company anyways.

the drive to your house is nice. it’s filled with jake’s music softly playing from the aux cord, the both of you talking about whatever comes to mind, and along the way, you stop to get gas and grab some gas station slushies.

“cherry is the better flavor,” you still argue ten minutes later, sipping on your slushie.

his lips stretch into a straight line, “what’s wrong with blue raspberry?”

“blue raspberry is simply irrelevant,” you say. “cherry is the classic flavor of childhood.”

“I won’t win if I keep arguing with you, will I?”

“nope.”

the both of you laugh, silence in the air as you let the current song playing finish.

“so what should we do about the whole situation with our friends trying to get us together?” jake finally brings back the topic.

“we can just ignore it, right?” you suggest. “they’re only trying to make us see each other more, and to be honest, I don’t mind that. you’re pretty cool in my opinion.”

“really?” he says, an underlying tone of disbelief.

“yeah, really.”

the conversation is cut short when he pulls up to your driveway.

“thanks again for the ride,” you thank him, unbuckling your seatbelt. “not that you had any other choice than to leave me stranded at the movie theater.”

he chuckles, “don’t worry about it. I’ll give you a ride anytime.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” you say as you exit the car.

you go to shut the door behind you but hear jake call out your name.

“by the way, just out of curiosity,” he starts nervously. “what’s the motivation behind your friends getting you to date?”

“I’m not someone who opens up to others easily,” you explain. “it's not like I'm closed off to the idea of dating someone for forever or anything. I'm just looking for somebody that I’d actually be compatible with, you know?”

“would you...” jake stops himself from finishing the sentence.

would you say we’re compatible?

you tilt your head, “what?”

“what?”

“no, what were you going to say?”

“oh, it was nothing.”

“okay...”

“goodnight, y/n.”

“night, jake.”

the fifth encounter and the start of many more.

“are you stalking me?”

you tilt your head up to see just the person you had in mind. he waits for you to meet his pace as you stroll through your campus side by side. it was later in the afternoon, so not many students were passing by the classroom buildings at your relatively small college.

it had been over a week or two since you last saw him.

you tsk, “no, are you stalking me?”

“you wish,” he says, his face giving off the impression that he wished he could take it back. “sorry, that was creepy. it was meant to be a joke.”

“I figured, jake,” you burst out into a small fit of laughter.

“I missed talking to you,” he confesses. “I wanted to say this a long time ago, but we should exchange numbers.”

“yeah,” you laugh at the fact that neither of you had mentioned that before. “we really should.”

you grab your phone from your pocket and set it up to add a new contact.

“here,” you hand him your phone and he does the same.

jake pokes your arm, quickly catching your attention as you notice him holding his phone up to take a picture, “smile!”

you fix a closed lip-smile onto your face until he puts his phone down.

“your turn,” you snap of picture of him before he can even process what’s happening.

“wait, I wasn’t ready!” he tries to steal your phone but you hold it to your chest. “not fair, y/n.”

you stick your tongue out, “get over it.”

“you just got out of class, right? want to get something to eat and catch up?” he nudges your side.

you stop in your tracks.

“I’ll unfortunately have to pass,” you have to turn down the offer. “funnily enough, yeji asked me to help her out with an assignment since we share the same major.”

“ah, my own friend is stealing you away from me,” he teases lightheartedly, suppressing his actual disappointment. “I’ll let you do that then.”

“I’ll text you later.”

“yeah, I’d like that.”

it takes approximately seven seconds for him to build the courage to say what he’s been wanting to say all along.

“hey!” jake catches up to you. “before you leave, do you...”

“go on,” you stare at him expectantly. you weren’t going to let him leave you hanging like last time. “what were you going to say?”

“do you want to hang out sometime?” he finally spits out the question. “like make plans instead of coming across each other by happenstance.”

“can you call it happenstance if most of it was a set up by our friends?”

“I guess not,” he pouts for a split second before regaining focus. “but seriously, I want to see you again.”

“like on a date?” you ask for clarification.

jake sheepishly smiles down at the ground, “if that's okay with you.”

ryujin’s words stick to the back of your mind like glue.

“don’t let this opportunity pass you by, y/n. dating is different for everyone, but for the most part, you date someone to get to know them. you won’t know unless you try.”

you liked jake sim, it just took you some time to admit it. each day that went by without you seeing him made you unable to deny the fact that you missed having him around when he was gone.

maybe it couldn’t hurt giving it a try like ryujin said.

you place an innocent kiss on his cheek, “that'd be more than okay.”

it takes almost every muscle in his body to not lose his composure and faint right on the spot.

“great, it's a date then,” he takes a step closer, brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear. as silence falls upon you, he takes the chance to speak again. “your eyes are so pretty. I think they remind me of layla’s.”

you take a step back, “…layla?”

“my dog.”

“I remind you of your dog?”

“wait, I didn’t mean that in a weird way. it’s just that you have really pretty eyes that sparkle in the sunlight… like my dog, layla. please don’t be offended.”

“we’ll just forget the last twenty seconds never happened,” you say for his sake and for yours.

“let me phrase what I really meant to say,” he straightens his posture and closes the distance again. “what I was trying to say is that you look really beautiful up close.”

“such a flirt,” you smirk teasingly, “do you say that to just any girl?”

“no, only to the girls I like,” jake a grin appears on his lips for a split second before it begins to falter. “was that corny?”

“just a little bit,” you laugh.

“damn, I keep slipping up,” jake joins in on your laughter. “you’ll still date me, right?”

“only if it’s too late to back out.”

“unfortunately for you, your back out card has already expired.”

“shit, already?” you jokingly curse under your breath.

“would it be too soon if I asked for a kiss?” he asks for permission with a crack in his voice.

you raise an eyebrow, “too eager to save it for our first date, sim?”

“if anything I’m late for not doing it at midnight on new year’s day,” he says, mentally applauding himself for sounding so smooth. “so can I?”

your eyes bore into his, “you’re already hovering over my face so why not.”

jake crashes his lips onto yours, intoxicating you with one sweet and simple kiss.

you finally understand that night in jake’s car, his new year’s resolution. it all begins to make a little more sense.

falling in love didn’t seem like such a bad idea now that his lips were pressed against yours with his hand gently caressing your hair, and even when the kiss breaks with an awkward laugh, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

in your mind, there was no better new year's resolution than being with jake sim.

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