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DATES ALL AROUND

Love Island, Actually Chapter Six

read it on AO3 | chapter one | chapter five

Jules makes some new friends and tries to make amends with her former FWB, while Bruno and Delila enjoy their first date. Lottie talks with her bff about men while Thea can’t help but think about a certain guy she just met, and River heads out to do something secretive behind closed doors while Bridget deals with moving into a new place.

JULES: girl chats and text messages

“Thanks,” Jules told the pretty bartender serving them when she finished pouring her wine, turning her attention back to the group of girls sitting next to her a moment later.

“I’m sorry but Suresh? Really? God, I know he’s good-looking but I don’t know how you put up with that for as long as you did,” Blake said, shaking her head. “He’s always such an ass. I don’t think we’ve had a single staff meeting where he hasn’t tried to mansplain something to one of us.”

“We get to get away from him at the end of the day; I don’t know what I’d do if I had to live with him,” Jen said, looking genuinely appalled at the thought.

“You know what, all I have to say is good for you, girl,” Hope said, stretching across the bar to clink her wine glass against Jules’s. “I know this sounds crazy but I always got a terrible vibe from him, which made no sense at all because you’re so lovely. Seriously, how does a guy like that even land a woman like you?”

It had only taken a glass of wine for Jules to spill all the dirty details on her relationship. It wasn’t anything the girls hadn’t put together already considering the entire office knew about Talia’s fiancée leaving and Suresh spending way more time than normal in her office, but they hadn’t really known the extent of it. Besides, there was something fun about gossiping over wine that she wasn’t sure she’d ever experienced.

Not only that, but Jules felt validated in a way. Listening to how other people perceived her ex made the entire situation so much easier to stomach; it made her feel as if she had made the right decision moving forward without Suresh by her side.

“You know how it is. You meet at Uni, you fall in love, you think you’ll be together forever…” Jules’s voice trailed off and she waved her free hand, picking up her wine glass with the other to take a deep drink. “I should have known the separation was a stupid idea. Everyone knows men just suggest that so they can sow some more oats and run back to you when they’re done.”

“And you think he was sleeping with Talia even before he suggested the separation?” Blake asked, arching a dark brow at Jules over the rim of her own glass.

“I mean, who knows? My gut says yes but it’s not something I’m going to ask him,” Jules said, shrugging her shoulders. “We both saw other people while we were separated, but I saw one person, and I swear he saw half the city,” she mumbled, tossing back the rest of her wine.

Allegra was there in a flash with another bottle for them, the neck of it poised over Jules’s glass. “Tell us all about this guy you were hooking up with or I won’t pour you another,” she warned, and Jules rolled her eyes though she was unable to keep the smile off of her face.

Allegra seemed a bit aggy at first but she was actually pretty lovely; she definitely had a sort of sharpness to her but Jules enjoyed that about her. Granted, she wasn’t Jake…

She’d felt silly for hoping the bartender would be working that night; a part of her missed him and it was a startling realization for her to have. She didn’t know how she could miss someone she barely knew. Then again, most strangers didn’t give her incredible pep talks and tell her that they were proud of her. But that was something she’d need to confront another time (preferably not in the bar he worked in but still with just as much wine).

“I was out drinking one night and feeling sorry for myself and he was there. There’s nothing much to tell. It wasn’t so much a relationship as it was a…friends with benefits-type thing, I guess. But ‘friends’ implies we were actually friends. I kind of just…kept things surface-level, I guess. I think some small part of me thought Suresh and I would get back together. And it was just sex between Bruno and I so I didn’t see the problem with it.” Jules gave Allegra a grateful smile as the bartender filled her glass.

Jen tilted her head at her. “Did Bruno know it was just sex?”

“I don’t know,” Jules admitted. “It was never a conversation we had. That was mostly my fault, though. Like I said, I refused to let it become anything besides sex.” She sighed, rubbing her temple. “God, but then he invited me to this comedy show he was performing in and I totally bailed on him. It was the same day Suresh had me served with the divorce papers and I was a fucking mess.”

“Have you guys talked since then?” Hope asked, leaning forward a bit, and Jules shook her head.

“No… God, is it crazy to text him? Just to say hi and I guess apologize for blowing him off?” It wasn’t something she’d really considered before tonight, but something about talking about him aloud made her realize just how shitty she’d been to him.

The other three girls shared a collective look before shaking their heads in unison. “Not crazy at all,” Blake confirmed. “Here, let us help you draft a text,” she said, and the four of them (five if you counted Allegra) set to work crafting the perfect message that one could send to their former fuck-buddy that they’d stood up.

“‘Hey! I’m sorry I missed your show. Hope you’re doing well,’” Hope read aloud before handing the phone back to Jules. “I think it’s perfect. Casual, cool, friendly—exactly the vibe you’re going for.”

Jules hit the little send icon and put the phone to the side. Why was she nervous? She’d been adamant that she and Bruno weren’t even friends, what did it matter if he ignored her message? She’d given him no real reason to want to talk to her…

Her phone buzzed on the counter and she picked it up, tension she hadn’t even realized had been gripping her shoulders melting away as soon as she saw the response waiting for her.

No worries, we’re cool. Hope everything is good with you x

“Aw,” Allegra said from over her shoulder. “That’s cute!”

Jules smiled a bit, shooting off another message to him before she tucked the device back into her purse. “Nice to know I didn’t royally screw things up, then,” she mused, taking another drink from her glass.

“Okay, well, now that we have all of that out of the way, how was the sex with your little friends with benefits?” Blake asked, and Jules nearly spit out her wine at the question. She was almost positive that a little went up her nose.

Once she’d stopped choking, she took a deep breath, fixing her brown eyes on the three girls looking expectantly back at her. When she realized they weren’t going to relent, she sighed. “Okay, okay…it was fantastic, all right? Are you happy?” she asked, and the resounding squeals and giggles from the other girls seemed to confirm that yes, they were very happy with her response. “That’s all I’m saying, okay?”

The girls continued to giggle, pressing Jules for more details that she refused to give. She rolled her eyes, looking away from their little group for a moment, and in doing so she caught sight of a familiar face bouncing from table to table in the restaurant’s main dining room. Jake Wilson was in deep conversation with an older couple, both of them smiling widely at him, the man shaking Jake’s hand before letting him go.

As soon as he did, Jake’s eyes found hers and he smiled, immediately making his way towards the bar. “Well, hello, Jules Taylor,” he said, and she couldn’t help but smile, herself.

“Hello Jake Wilson,” she greeted him, watching as he turned to the other girls and politely introduced himself in that ridiculously charming way. As it turned out, he knew Blake through a mutual friend and the two chit-chatted for a moment while the rest of the group continued their conversation.

And by “continued their conversation,” really it was just Hope leaning over to ask Jules about the hunky restaurant employee. “If you’re looking for a rebound, babes, I’d say Jake is going to be your best bet,” she whispered, and Jules felt herself flush.

Was she looking for a rebound? A week ago, she would have said no. But now…well, now she wasn’t sure she was entirely opposed to it. Maybe it was the wine talking or maybe it was the girl talk, whatever it was, Jules knew she was going to have to move on eventually. She was twenty-three for Christ’s sake, she had her whole life ahead of her.

Jake glanced back at her and she offered him a small smile, the one he gave her in return shining as warm and bright as the damn sun. “It was great talking to you girls but I should get back to work. But I’ll see you around,” he said, his eyes fixed on Jules as he spoke before he was gone, off to chat up more of the guests.

“God, he’s just absolutely gorgeous,” Jen said, watching him walk away. “Jules, if you don’t want him, I’ll gladly take him,” she added, looking back at the brunette.

Jules shook her head. “You girls are insane,” she mumbled, finishing off her glass of wine before waving Allegra over. “Could we get the check, babes? All on one is fine.”

“Jake took care of it,” Allegra said with a shrug before moving down the bar to serve another group that had just sat down, leaving a gaping Jules in her wake.

She turned to look at the group, all of whom looked just as surprised as she was. All except for Blake who merely gave her a shrug of her own, finishing off her own glass. “What can I say? He’s a friend of a friend. Now come on, we should head out. Allegra said they’re closing a little early tonight for whatever reason.”

RIVER: from the dinner table

River quickly adjusted her hair and applied her gloss. The cream-coloured, knitted dress she had picked for the occasion was already starting to bother her, but at least it was doing its job of keeping her warm. She took a deep breath and opened the door, stepping out of her bathroom as she tried to calm herself down.

She was never a fan of first dates and, even if she knew him already and had even slept with him, she couldn't stop worrying about messing something up. In the end, the truth was that she liked Noah, for real. River found him intelligent, way too good-looking for his own good, and so more mature than the rest of the boys she had dated before.

It was almost childish of her to say so, but she really wanted him to like her too. Her whole life she tailored a chilled, oh-so-cool-about-what-the-others-have-to-say personality, and she had learned not to really care about boys but this time it was different. She felt a need to be liked she never had felt before.

"Hey, Sunset," River called for her orange-fur cat before enveloping herself in her black coat. With a 'meow', her cat appeared from one of her room's corners and rubbed its cheeks against River's legs, making her stop what she was doing just to pet it. "It's fine, girl, I'll be out for a little while but I'll be back soon."

Startled by the sound of her phone announcing a notification, Sunset left River and made a beeline to her food bowl as quickly as she had come. Giggling, River stood up again and checked her texts.

Noah: I'm here.

It was simple and direct as every single text of his had been up till now but it was enough to make her heartbeat quicken. She grabbed her stuff — purse and keys — and left her place with a smile from ear to ear, barely thinking of anything else during the whole way from her flat to Noah's car.

He had stopped a little further away — it was fine, she could have a walk — and waited inside it. When she got closer, she heard the door unlocking, his hand reaching the handle from the inside. Even when he didn't need to, Noah was overly sweet and polite.

She hoped not that much, though, because her goal was for him to be taking that damn dress off her as soon as possible.

"Hey," she greeted as soon as she got in, "sorry if I took too long."

Noah had the same soft expression he had but somehow, that night, he had stars in his eyes, almost a constellation. River blushed when her own met them and she giggled softly, a joke on the tip of her tongue but before she could say anything else…

"You look beautiful," he said under his breath but loudly enough for her to believe in her own ears.

The whole car trip to the restaurant was much more pleasant than she had thought. Noah had some way of making it all so natural, she had barely noticed the time pass them by. He asked her about her job and she told him about the children in her class, the pair of twins that would drive her crazy every single day. He laughed at their antics and nodded when she shared her struggles.

Soon enough, they were slowing to a stop. Noah craned his neck, taking a look at the restaurant. Not a single light was on, as expected. It was past ten, after all. "Are you sure it's ok?"

She smiled at him and he seemed to ease at that. "Of course, love, the owner is a friend of mine. Plus, like this is much more fun, don't you think?"

With a shake of his head, Noah chortled before turning off the car and opening his door, stepping out into the cold night but not before making a point of circling the car and opening hers as well. As she stepped out of it and he held her hand, River was sure her cheeks would be hurting by the time the night was over, because she couldn't keep the smile off her face.

"I still can't believe you convinced the owner to let us have it," Noah said as soon as they stepped inside the place. "It feels a little… too much for a date, doesn't it?"

"Only the best for you," she joked, making him chuckle. As she made her way to the light switches, her clicking heels serving as their soundtrack. "Let's just say Jake owes me and leave it at that."

With a last look behind her shoulder, River turned the lights on. The place lit up and so did Noah's eyes as he looked around. She beamed at the sight, admiring the enthusiasm that rarely showed up on his face before walking to him and grabbing him by the hand.

"C'mon," she called, "let's go to the kitchen."

Noah offered himself to cook them dinner as soon as he saw the magnificent kitchen Jake owned. Even though River had promised her friend she wouldn't let anyone else touch his stuff, she figured that what was out of sight, was out of mind as well, so she let Noah cook them some delicious fish while they shared a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc.

River was sure that if she could, she would spend her life talking to Noah. They talked about her family, how her siblings drove her mad, how her mother was going through some shit at the moment — yet, she decided to keep the cheating part omitted for… obvious reasons — and how, even though it seemed not like it sometimes, she really loved her job.

While they had dinner — a delicious meal, by the way — Noah told her about his younger brothers, about how hard it was being the older sibling, about his Uni years with Bridget, and how he loved the 80s and 90s hits. They even bonded over vinyl, even though he had much more knowledge on the subject than her.

It didn’t take long for the main topic of the conversation to turn into books. That was probably the biggest thing they had in common. Even their book lists were pretty similar, with their favourites being almost the same. When that was the subject, Noah seemed to be extra chatty.

“Ok, but why Dorian Gray?”

He had a tea towel hanging on his shoulders, a grin on his lips that matched the flush on his cheeks, and his sleeves were rolled up, showing his toned arms. They had eaten already, and Noah had insisted on doing the dishes. River was sure she had never seen a man look that handsome in a kitchen before, but again the only other man she had ever seen doing something in the kitchen was Bobby.

Propping her elbow on the counter, River laid her head on her hand and watched him move around the kitchen while he was waiting for an answer. Her coat was long gone missing and she was a little tipsy already. “I don’t know, it’s just really,” she sipped from her glass. “Impactful, I guess… Wanted in my skin and did it. With a female artist.”

“Oh,” Noah raised his eyebrows. “Now that that’s answered…” she giggled, “do you have any others? Except for the stardust one, of course.”

“Well,” she stood up again, walking straight to him. Noah smiled bashfully, drying his hands on his tea towel before turning to her, hips against the sink. River rested her hand over his chest as soon as she got close enough, standing on her tiptoes. “Don’t you wanna find out for yourself?”

His low chuckle didn’t take long to become a smirk and that smirk didn’t take long to be pressing itself against her grin. He had a hand holding her back as she leaned into it, and he kissed her like she was air and he had been breathless. River held his face and brought him closer, fingertips exploring his hair.

Soon enough she was sitting on the counter and her dress was rolled enough for her to say she had reached the goal for the night.

Jake would have to forgive her.

THEA: speaking of hot men

The whole day had been hijacked by meetings and more meetings, and when Thea finally had a chance to relax, her team texted her saying Priya had finally touched down, which meant they would be going out for drinks to welcome her aboard. You would think that a work trip to Spain would have much more fun things to do than drinking at the hotel's bar.

"So, how's everything going over there?" Lottie asked with too much interest. "Is that the dress I packed for you?"

Thea had her phone resting against the bathroom mirror as she brushed her hair and tried to turn that mess into an elegant ponytail. Her dress was made to replicate naked shoulders, with the sheer black fabric that made up the sleeves over the strapless cut. Now that she knew her counterpart in the music video was an international hottie, she was thankful Lottie had packed her a couple more dresses than she originally had planned.

Not that she was thinking about coincidentally bumping into him at the hotel's bar, not at all, that never even crossed her mind and was definitely not the reason why she had chosen the shortest of dresses.

"This?" Thea made a point of looking down, trying to pass it as if she didn't even notice what she was wearing. Because of course, she didn't. "Was the first thing I found in my bag."

Half-true. It was the first dress she found in her bag after… rejecting three others! But to be honest, it was the first decent one.

"So what's the meaning behind the pile of clothes in your bed I can see from here?"

With a quick movement, Thea moved her phone around and closed the bathroom door with her feet, a smile on her face. "Which pile? I can't see any…"

Lottie rolled her eyes in return. "Stop that!" She demanded, but Thea never obeyed her best friend's demands. "Tell me, what's going on, why are you so… glammed up."

"I'm not!" Thea insisted as she applied some of her not-at-all-glamourous highlighter. "We are just getting out to have some drinks, you know, me and my team."

"Yeah, sure…" Lottie huffed, a little disappointed that wasn't the time she cracked Thea.

“Never mind me, what’s going on with you?” Thea asked, knowing if she could get her talking about her own life she might be able to dodge any more questions until they would hang up. "Ever heard back from Rocco?”

“Ugh, that snake?” Lottie said, her tone becoming unmistakably acidic just as her whole attitude changed instantly to match the scowl on her face. “He could drop off the face of the fucking earth for all I care. Although I heard he’s apparently fucking his way through America or something.”

“What?” Thea actually paused on doing her makeup, blinking up in confusion at the screen. “Hold on, back up a little. I’m gonna need more context here ‘cause last time we spoke you were still all upset he hadn’t called you back.”

“I wasn’t upset!” Lottie’s indignant gasp was nothing short of theatrical.

“Yes, you were.” Thea replied in an almost bored tone, somehow conveying the action of rolling eyes even as she actually had them fixed on the mirror as she applied some eyeshadow. Nothing too much, of course, just something flattering and that would make her eyes pop a little. “You were upset and pining and going all, ‘why does this always happen to meeee?’ Don’t make me pull my receipts, Charlotte.”

“Fuck you with your ‘Charlotte’, Dorothea!”

Thea gasped in response as if she’d been slapped but it wasn’t long before the two of them collapsed into giggles, somehow still managing to connect so well via video phone call. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that they’d been friends since grade school.

“Okay seriously now, what happened?”

“I found out that fucking idiot was cheating on me, can you believe that?” Lottie explained with a huff. “Apparently he was also going out with some waitress.”

“Not one of the girls from The Sterling?” Thea asked with concern, glancing back at her phone. Imagine how awkward if Rocco had been running around with one of the girls from the pub and Lottie would put the place on her black list of places they could never ever go back to.

“No, of course not, the girls you worked with know about girl code.” Lottie said, before crossing her arms. “Not like those bitches at the restaurant I used to work.”

“Yeah, yeah, never mind them.” She replied, applying her eyeliner and trying to move quickly along before Lottie got into one of her girl code rants. “Who was Rocco going ‘round with then?”

“Some Irish girl who works at a bakery or something.” Her friend said, apparently not too worried about finding out more about the girl’s identity. “Then I heard through the grapevine that the fuckwit had some laughable idea that his Irish charm was being wasted over here and that he needed to go to America as once the girls over there heard his accent they’d be throwing their panties at him or some bullshit like that.”

“Whoa.” Thea found that was all she could really say as she took all of that in. Somehow it was a very Rocco thing to do (and a part of her could see he may have a point, but she’d never say that out loud to Lottie). “I’m sorry, babes.”

“Hope someone over there teaches him a lesson. Fucking dipshit.”

“Y’know we really need to study the way you always seem to pick out the worst men possible,” Thea said teasingly as she reached for her mascara, subtly trying to change the subject a little and maybe uplift her mood. “It’s like a gift.”

“More like a curse. I swear, no more men at least until I can consult one of my sisters and have a cleansing ritual.”

“Hopefully the next guy you get a crush on is a better one.” Thea said with as much optimism as she could, but a part of her knew Lottie really had a thing for bad boys.

“Ugh I shouldn’t even say this, but I kind of do have a crush on someone, but…” She trailed off for a beat, biting on her lower lip before continuing. “He’s from work.”

“So? Aren’t you there as a temp anyway?” Thea pointed out with a shrug, as her friend had only started working at this company a couple of months ago after she’d decided she was done with bartending while she figured out what she would do next. “It’s not like you’re gonna make a career working as someone’s secretary.”

“Yeah, I know it’s a short contract. But the problem isn’t exactly that I work with him. It’s more like… he’s married.” Lottie mumbled the last part, as if by saying it as quietly as possible it would not be as impactful as it actually was.

“Lottie!” Thea exclaimed, her voice conveying her shock, dismay and disapproval all at once. She couldn’t believe her friend would even entertain having a crush on someone taken, as Lottie had always been so big on loyalty and especially after what Thea had just been through with Talia.

“What? It’s not like I’m gonna do anything!” She was quick to say in an appeasing tone before shrugging a little, as if it were no big deal. “I just think he’s hot, that’s all.”

“You and your hot men.” Thea rolled her eyes even as she applied her lip gloss.

“Yeah? How about you, any hot men over there?” Lottie asked with a smirk and a raised eyebrow, trying to steer them back to her side of things.

“Oh my, will you look at the time! I’m gonna be late.”

“Hey! Don’t you dare─”

“Sorry, really gotta go! Love you, bye!” She grinned and winked at her friend before closing the call and heading out of the bathroom. Thea knew Lottie wouldn’t be too annoyed at what she’d done, and besides she really was just short of running late to meet her team.

A few minutes later, she was at the hotel bar clicking glasses with Priya, Tim and Valentina and sharing appetisers as they enjoyed the little bit of downtime they had now before they could go full steam ahead with the work they’d need to do starting the next day.

She had to admit that even though she’d initially been exhausted at the thought of going for drinks after the long day of meetings, now that she was here with them it was actually quite nice. It was funny at least to hear about Tim’s past experiences in Barcelona or his attempts at rapping or Valentina gamely laughing at his attempts to charm her or telling her own funny stories from other jobs.

“So,” Priya said with a smile as she turned to Thea. “How was it meeting the star of this whole production? Did you and Nicky get along?”

“Well as much as we could, seeing as we don’t speak each other’s languages,” she laughed a little in response. “His translator was a great help and yeah, he seemed very nice.”

“Only nice?” Priya asked, one eyebrow flickering up teasingly. “I know it’s completely unprofessional of me to say this, but since we’re off the clock I’ll admit that I’d love to eat him up with a spoon.”

“Oh totally,” Valentina chirped in from the other side of their table. “If the off the clock thing goes for me too, then oh my god! I knew he was hot, but up close? I was not prepared for that!” She fanned herself with one hand and feigned swooning in her seat.

“Even I have to admit the lad is fit as fuck,” Tim said with a shit-eating grin.

Everyone laughed a little at that, and even though she was also smiling Thea could feel a hint of an unpleasant feeling coiling in her stomach. It couldn’t be jealousy, she’d barely met the man and they were literally nothing to each other. Okay, maybe not nothing, but they were professional colleagues for the next few weeks. Totally professional and platonic. Besides, who was she trying to kid? He was insanely hot and it would be ridiculous to deny it or expect other people to not think the same. The man was an international superstar, for chrissake!

And speaking of him… Thea had taken this specific seat because she was facing the entrance of the bar which was right next to the hotel’s main exit to the street. She saw his profile as he crossed the lobby and damn if that wasn’t her heart speeding up just at the mere sight of him.

Nicky was heading out with his own team. They saw Thea and her group at the bar and they all waved politely at each other, but Nicky, AJ and his manager continued on their way out the door.

Her heart sank a little that they weren’t headed towards the hotel bar, but they probably had dinner plans with the execs from the production company and the record label. She knew she was being silly, she’d see him very soon, after all. But as she glanced back at the exit she’d swear Nicky seemed to hesitate for a moment before heading outside and that he’d looked as disappointed as she felt.

That thought put a smile on her face that stayed with her until she got into bed that night.

DELILAH: get to know yah

Dressed in something simple and nice for her date, Delilah headed out the car park for the short trot across the road to The Little Tandoori. She shot a text off to Bridget as another text from Bruno showed up.

Bruno: Just here x

Without replying, she set her sights on scanning the street and spotted him immediately. He had on a nice, grey peacoat and was looking down at his phone.

“Bruno!” Delilah called out, her heels clacking onto the pavement as she hopped over a puddle, hoping it wouldn’t splash onto the ends of her trousers. She waved for some extra oof, the rolled-up sleeve of her blazer falling an inch down her arm as she did so.

Bruno looked up and cracked a smile the moment he saw her. “Hey,” he said, arm outstretched towards her in preparation for a half-hug, “fancy seeing you here.”

“I know, right? You better not be on a date with someone.”

He made a show of a grimace as they pulled from their embrace. “Er, yeah, sorry, I am! She’s really pretty and she’s gonna be here any second now, I’m sure.”

“Well, if she doesn’t turn up then you need to let me buy you a drink.”

“You know what, why wait?” His brows rose into his hairline as a delighted smile spread across his face and he held his arm out to her. “Come, M’lady, I could never leave you out here in here in the cold,” he added in a silly macho voice as he led her towards the restaurant door. “Speaking of, are you not freezing?”

She pointed back to the car park. “My car’s just there. Not a long walk. Where are you parked?”

Again, his brows rose, but this time there was only surprise. “Oh, I don’t drive. London, and all –”

“Ah, gotcha.”

Bruno opened the door for her before the host inside got it for them. “Oop, thanks,” Bruno said, his arm sliding around Delilah’s shoulders. He felt so warm; it radiated through his coat and drew her closer to him. “I phoned up earlier for a table of two at seven.”

“Lovely, sir, and what was the reservation under?” The host asked back, the reservation book open before him.

“Kaminski.”

The host nodded. “Right this way.”

Delilah huddled in closer. “Ooh, it’s so cosy in here,” she said. “I love it.”

“Yeah,” Bruno smiled. “I wasn’t too sure how fancy to go for the first date, to be honest.”

“Well, this is perfect. Not too fancy at all,” Delilah smiled. She caught his expression freezing up a little before the host announced they were at their table.

It was a small circular seat in the middle of the restaurant, completely open all around. Not ideal seating, but the place was nice. Delilah couldn’t help thinking about how Lucas would have requested a quiet spot in one of the back booths, away from as many prying eyes as they could be. Delilah wasn’t sure if she liked that better or if she was just used to it.

The host pulled Delilah’s chair out for her before handing them each a leather-bound menu. “Here’s the wine list,” he said, handing a menu just as big as the first to Bruno.

Bruno nodded. “Thanks, mate.” Once he was gone, he gave it straight to Delilah. “Do you have a favourite?”

“I do, actually, but I’m not sure what I’m ordering yet.” She placed it down on the white tablecloth. “I don’t really have Indian food a lot.”

“Ooh, I love an Indian. It’s my go-to takeaway.”

“Oh really? I’m a Chinese food girl myself.”

“We’re going to have to find a way to make this work somehow.”

“We can alternate who gets to pick the takeaway each time. It’s only fair.”

“I’m glad we could clear this up now, so we’re not five years down the line and crying over spring rolls and poppadoms.”

Delilah snorted. “While we’re on the subject, if I’m serious with someone and they get a takeaway without offering me, I will get deeply hurt over it.”

Bruno cracked a smile. “Valid, noted. My own little thing is if I do offer and the other person says no, they then can’t decide they want some of my food when I come in the door with it.”

“We can avoid that because if I ever say no, just get me something anyway. I know already I’d regret turning that offer down.”

“I’m glad we’re on the same page.” Bruno held his hand out for her to shake. “Pleasure doing business with you, Delilah.”

“Likewise,” she grinned. “So, go on, tell me what you usually go for in someplace like this. I’m going to defer to your expertise.”

“First off, how are you with spicy food?”

“I love spicy food, but in a white person way.”

Bruno nodded respectfully. “All right, I can work with that. This stuff is good for sharing between two if you’re up for that.”

It wasn’t something she was used to, but she actually really liked the idea of sharing their food. Especially on the first date. It was an intimacy she was all for seizing.

In the end, they ordered more than they would eat there and agreed to split the leftovers. Delilah ordered a few things she knew, but mostly let Bruno take charge, wanting to see how he would do. He made sure not to just order everything he liked and hoped she’d like it too, but he made more enquiries as to her taste and made sure to get things he thought she’d go for. So far, Bruno was doing excellent.

The wine Delilah picked out came first. She’d gone for a red because Bruno liked it best and she didn’t want him not to enjoy it. It was great to sit down with him and share food and personal facts. He had two sisters who he clearly adored, and was a big football fan – Liverpool FC, of course – the only subject they touched on that he appeared unhappy with was his job.

“So, what’s the plan with that?” Delilah asked, circling her wine in hand. “Is comedy something you’re just getting started in or are you really pushing for it at the moment?”

He paused for a minute, the longest silence had passed between them all evening. “Well - I’ve been looking into it a lot, and while I can’t quit the job at the firm yet, that is the aim. That one day I’ll be doing well enough that I don’t need it. Sooo, yeah. Just trying to get my foot in the door, really.”

“But you’re already performing?” Delilah said, trying to sound encouraging.

He nodded. “Here and there. Things are picking up a bit now that it’s getting colder. Going to comedy nights isn’t the hottest thing to do in summer for some reason.”

“That’s good, I’m glad it’s going well for you. I love seeing people getting the chance to do what they love.”

“Is that what you love to do? Being a music manager?”

She shrugged a little. “I enjoy it. I’ve found something that I can thrive at and I love that it continues to challenge me.”

There was another small pause before Bruno asked, “Does it keep you busy?” Despite him trying to play it off as a casual follow-up, Delilah suspected what he was really asking was how much time she would have for him.

“It does,” she answered honestly. “It’s not a 9-to-5, that’s for sure, but that’s part of why I love it. It doesn’t offer a stable routine, but I’m not fussed about that so long as I can still live.”

He nodded. “How many clients do you manage?”

“Well, I used to have a few smaller acts signed on to me, but I’ve been trying to focus on having less and doing more with those I’m working with. My biggest client at the minute is vying for the Christmas number one, so it’s pretty hands-on right now, I won’t lie.”

“All hands on deck,” Bruno said, half a smile on his face, obviously impressed. “That’s insanely cool. Christmas number one. Hey, it’s not FourWay you manage, is it? My mum and sisters are obsessed.”

Delilah screwed her face up and shook her head, lips pursed. “Nah, FourWay is the enemy right now. That blond one – Eddie – is actually the brother of a friend of mine.”

“Awkward,” he laughed. “I think Eddie is my youngest sister's favourite. I’m blaming it on the blond hair, though. I vow, out of solidarity with you, that if a FourWay song comes on ever, ever then I’ll skip it.”

“You mean you wouldn’t have skipped it before?”

“Not a chance, I’m the world’s biggest fan, but I’m willing to give them up just for you.”

“Modern day knight in shining armour.”

He winked. “You know it.”

The silence fell over them like a blanket; soft and warm, keeping the moment cosy. Being with him was easy. It felt good to be laughing with someone new. As they sat opposite one another with the rosy glow of the candlelight flickering between them, Delilah felt the very epitome of comfortable.

Delilah was stuck in never wanting things to end, but wanting all the moments to come to happen now. Should she linger on now, drawing things out, or move on in anticipation of what’s to come?

After finishing her glass, she asked, “When do you have to be at the club? Should we settle up?”

His heavy eyes had been watching her right back and she had seen all the thoughts dancing through his mind. She couldn’t wait to learn all the little ticks he had, to know him so well that she’d know what he was thinking without even seeing his face. Bruno Kaminski was very quickly becoming one of her favourite people.

“Yeah, we probably should if we want to grab a drink before the set begins,” he said. “I’ll, uh, find our waiter and pay.”

“Do you want to split?”

“Nah, it’s all good. You can pay me back in Chinese food.”

“Consider yourself swindled, I’m taking you to a buffet.”

He grinned. “As long as there’s a second date, you can take me wherever.”

As Bruno flagged down their waiter, Delilah nipped to the bathroom to freshen up. One mint and a redo of her lippy later and she found him waiting by the front door.

“Got everything?” He asked, reaching his arm around her.

They headed out the restaurant, Delilah saying, “All sorted. So, how are we getting to the club?”

Bruno stared blankly at the building opposite once they were out on the street, the thoughts taking their time to form. He sounded mildly embarrassed as he said, “I was just gonna grab the bus, but I can get us a taxi or an uber or something.”

“Taxi sounds good. I’d offer to drive, but I’m a bit over the limit.”

“Yeah, no worries, I’ll order one now. Do you want my coat while we wait?”

“You’re only wearing a shirt under that.”

“I’ll survive,” he said, already taking his coat off. “You’re already shivering.”

“I probably have a coat in my car. I can go grab it while you call.”

“All right, but take mine while you head over.”

“God, you’re persistent.”

“If you start sneezing during my set I’ll have no choice but to call on you from the audience and you already said you didn’t want that.”

She grinned. “All right, have it your way.”

As Delilah slipped away to her car in his warm coat, she sent off a message to Bridget who had already messaged for an update. She sent five emojis of the smiling face with the hearts floating around it back.

BRIDGET: cheers to the new place

Overall, Bridget liked to consider herself a very reasonable individual. She was the type of person who’d usually wake up with a sunny disposition and she went about her days being her goofy, good-humoured self. She figured life already had a way of bringing you down to your knees when you least expect it, so anything she could do to make it easier for herself and others around her was a good thing. She’d rather people think of her as a happy-go-lucky girl or even a shameless flirt than a grumpy, down-in-the-dumps sourpuss. After all, who wouldn’t like putting smiles on other people’s faces?

Right now, Gary really was testing what she had so far thought was a quite limitless well of patience.

It was the Saturday after their wedding and they’d just got back from their honeymoon in Gstaad the previous day. But what should’ve been their first weekend to decompress and settle into their newly married life was taken over by getting most of their things out of storage and moving into their new place.

It would come as no surprise that Bridget hated moving. Granted, she’d never met anyone who would be crazy enough to claim they loved moving day, what with getting all the boxes, cleaning the new place then unpacking everything and moving furniture around. It was always an exhausting day, and not only that but in her case in particular it always brought back somewhat unpleasant memories.

When she was little, her parents moved houses almost yearly. Money had been tight when they first got married and they always leased places for the minimum amount of time rent contracts would allow because they were constantly on the lookout for something more affordable. She knew her parents had tried to shield her from their money worries as much as they could, but she was a smart kid and she’d picked up on their anxieties anyway. She did what she could to help, making jokes to make them laugh and she never complained, but she hated how they’d move to a new neighbourhood every two years or so and she was forced to go to a new school and make new friends.

Which was probably why she’d always been so forward and eager and maybe even a bit desperate to be friends with everyone she met.

Anyway, her family’s home life only became a bit more stable around the time she was about to start sixth form, when some great uncle of her father’s who had lived up in Scotland had suddenly passed away and left him a considerable inheritance. Apparently he’d been the only family member who hadn’t been against their marriage and that still kept in contact throughout the years. In his will, Uncle Iain had said her father had been his favourite great-nephew and the only one in the family that he’d felt was decent enough to inherit his estate. Which certainly didn’t help ease any tensions with other family members, who’d been counting on receiving at least a share of the money.

By then, however, her father couldn’t have cared less about the so-called relatives of his very traditionally white British family who’d shunned him away only because he had chosen to marry an Asian woman. The inheritance helped them buy The Sterling and build quite a nice life for the only family he’d cared about anymore, which consisted of only Bridget and her mother.

Still, Bridget tried to see this moving day with other eyes. She wasn’t moving out due to something bad, she was starting a new life with Gary and it was supposed to be a joyous occasion, just like their wedding day. But a part of her still couldn’t let go of that thought that when Gary had initially proposed to her she’d thought she would just be moving into his loft, not moving into what she considered a freaking huge townhouse.

Juliet had insisted on it, of course. She’d argued that since they were getting married they should ‘do it the right way’, which meant they wouldn’t be living together until after the wedding ─ even though they already spent most nights at each other’s places anyway. Her mother-in-law had also pointed out they should get a bigger place than Gary’s bachelor pad, as someday (“hopefully soon!” Juliet would hint with glee) they’d have children and they’d need a proper house to raise them in.

It all made perfect sense and Bridget knew to pick her battles: she got to organise the wedding exactly as she wanted, going against pretty much everything Juliet had suggested (read: wanted), and she’d let Gary and his mum take care of the details for their new home. But of course, a new place meant renovations which always got delayed and even though Gary hired the best people he knew and even his own crew from his company, the townhouse only got ready to move in right as they’d come back from their honeymoon.

Once again, Bridget thought Chelsea Edwards was something of her personal lifesaver, as she was building her business as a party planner and as a decorator. She’d taken care of overseeing colour schemes for the walls and the installation of any built-in furniture while the happy couple had been away for their honeymoon and the bubbly blonde had even spent most of moving day with them, directing movers into rooms, angling furniture here and there and hanging decorations in all the right places.

Around lunchtime, Bobby came by to feed them with an order he’d picked up from Sweet Cheeks and lend them a hand in the afternoon. By the end of the day, they’d made tremendous progress into getting the new place at least partially liveable. The kitchen would be fully functional right away and the master bedroom and adjoining bathroom were also good to go. They’d still need to put away most of their clothes and personal effects, but they should be able to spend the night in their own bed. The other rooms weren’t as urgent and they could get them settled in the upcoming days.

All things considered, Bridget thought it was as great an outcome as she could expect. Or she would’ve, except for the fact that Gary’s mood had steadily and quite obviously taken a turn for the worse for the past few hours.

She got it. They were jet-lagged from the trip, they’d spent the previous night at a hotel since they’d given up their old places before the wedding, and no one liked moving day. It sucked. It was a whole day of moving things around, opening boxes, cleaning surfaces and cupboards and arguing about inane stuff like where to keep the fucking spoons (cutlery should obviously go in the top drawer of the kitchen island; why the hell would they keep them in the drawer next to the fridge?). But she was doing her best to keep good vibes and a light mood going, and her new husband snapping away over literally nothing was causing her to become bad-tempered as well.

“Oh that’s just great,” Gary muttered under his breath as he took a few steps in the area between the kitchen and the dining room.

“What?” Bridget asked, her tone perhaps a little sharper than usual and she felt herself rolling her eyes, wondering what it was that he was complaining about now.

He grumbled something under his breath in a distracted manner, holding his phone in his hand. “I need to go into the office,” he said, already seeming to brace himself for an argument. “There’s a major issue that’s come up for the bidding for one of the biggest construction contracts we could get for next year.”

“Really?” She asked, raising an eyebrow. “You need to go look at it now, on a Saturday night?”

Gary turned to her with a scowl. “The bid defence is first thing on Monday morning. I want to get this solved ASAP, ‘cause I don’t wanna spend the whole day tomorrow at the office, seeing as our home office isn’t set up yet.”

She opened her mouth to interject, but then she just closed her lips and took a deep breath in. A part of her really wanted to pick that fight and make him feel like shit for leaving her in their new home on their first night there. But she knew it wasn’t fair, it wasn’t his fault. He’d delegated what he could while they’d been away, but this looked like something he needed to see for himself.

“You’re right,” she forced herself to say in a softer tone. “The sooner you get it done, the better.”

His sour expression cleared a little and he gave something of a grateful nod back at her. Gary quickly grabbed his coat and keys, pocketed his phone and gave her a quick kiss, muttering, “I’ll be back as soon as I can, darling.”

Bridget looked down the hall, watching quietly as he went out the front door. She just stood there for a few moments, her arms crossed as she shifted her weight from one leg to the other before she let out a sigh and turned to go back to what she was doing before. Then she saw Bobby casually leaning against the kitchen island and nearly jumped a foot in the air.

“Jesus Christ, Bobby!” She exclaimed, pressing one hand over her heart but then she laughed at herself and blushed a little.

“Okay, not the usual reaction I get when people see me in their kitchen,” he quipped with a smile. “Although I have heard word that my chocolate éclairs are divine.”

“Sorry, I thought you’d left earlier with Chelsea?” She replied in a questioning tone, shaking her head a little, as Chelsea had left only a short while ago since she’d had dinner plans.

“Nah, I just walked her to her car.” He clarified with a shrug. “Figured you could still use some help around here to get the Attwood & Rennell household into order.”

She couldn’t help but grin back as he referenced her own words when she opened the door for him earlier that day ─ ‘Welcome to the Attwood & Rennell household!’.

“That’s sweet, but you don’t have to stay. I’m sure you have dinner plans or something,” she said. “Besides, I’m knackered now. Might as well just call it a day and get back to it tomorrow.”

“Yeah, you should take a break. You’ve been at it nearly nonstop,” Bobby commented, concern flashing across his face for a brief moment before he gave her one of his charming and easygoing smiles. “And seeing as no, I don’t have any dinner plans, I thought I could fix us something to eat.”

“I’m serious, don’t feel like you have to stay around just to keep me company, Bobby.” She also gave him a smile, as she could see what he was doing. “And I’m sure whatever you cook up would be amazing, but I don’t think we actually have anything in the pantry or fridge. I had no time to do any shopping yet.”

“That’s okay, I brought a few things over when I brought lunch and Chels also ordered a quick delivery of a few essentials for breakfast while you were upstairs working on the bedroom,” he said, surprising her a little.

She had a moment where she was almost overcome with a wave of affection for all these wonderful people who surrounded her now. She had no way of knowing this back then, of course, but it had been such a momentous event when Gary had walked into The Sterling, as he not only would become such an important, central figure in her life but he’d also brought along so many others that she never would’ve met otherwise. These fairly amazing people were her friends and had become her new family.

Bobby seemed to misinterpret the emotion flashing across her face, as he furrowed his brow. “But I can go if you’d rather be alo─”

“No,” Bridget interjected, perhaps a little too quickly as she saw him raise his eyebrows a little in surprise. “I mean, please stay for as long as you want. After all, I’m sure Gary said, ‘our casa es su casa’.” They exchanged a grin at that before she continued. “I just didn’t want to take even more advantage of you, seeing as you already spent your Saturday afternoon helping us so much.”

“Please, what else would I be doing on a Saturday afternoon?” He said with a jokey dismissive hand wave.

“Probably getting into mischief with River,” she volleyed back with a teasing smile.

“That’s actually very likely.” Bobby chuckled at that.

“It’s been a while that I haven’t seen you around without her, it almost feels weird,” Bridget commented with a chuckle of her own. “I thought Gary said she’d be here, but I can’t blame her for wanting to get out of helping on moving day.”

“Oh no, she was gonna come too but then she needed to go to her mum’s last minute and help her out. Something to do with Chelsea’s birthday party maybe? I dunno, I can’t remember the details,” he said, shaking his head a little then finishing with a casual shrug.

Bridget almost raised an eyebrow at that, because she was pretty sure Chelsea had said her mum had gone to Southampton to visit a friend and would only be back tomorrow, some throwaway comment when they’d been discussing the weather and how apparently it was much nicer over there. But maybe River needed to stay at her mum’s exactly because she wouldn’t be there?

She almost shook her head to get away from those thoughts and focus back on Bobby, as he said, “anyway, I’d say we did a pretty good job today and we deserve a reward.”

“I agree and nice try on convincing me to let you cook something, but we actually still have plenty of leftovers from lunch that should be more than enough for the two of us.”

“Okay, fiiiine. Can I at least make us cocktails or are you gonna go all ‘I’m the bartender of this house’ on me?”

“Nope, I’m so exhausted that I’ll gladly let you have your way around the bar.”

He fake cheered as if he’d won a tough battle and Bridget laughed as she found the leftovers on the fridge, taking the food out of the containers and arranging it in a casserole dish so she could put it in the brand new electric oven that sat on a custom-built niche in the kitchen cabinet ─ Bobby insisted it wouldn’t take long and it made a lot of difference from just microwaving it. She wasn’t so hungry that she couldn’t wait and she trusted his judgement for this kind of thing anyway.

She got rid of the containers and retrieved a couple of plates, and she was surprised to find that Bobby was already done fixing them cocktails when she turned back to him.

“Sit,” he said, pointing at one of the stools that stood at the marble tabletop portion of the kitchen island. “Drink,” he added, placing a cocktail in front of her when she walked over. “Smile.” He finished as he gave her one of his very own bright smiles.

She couldn’t help but smile back even as her brow furrowed a little as she sat down on the stool. “What’s this?” Bridget asked as she inspected the cocktail glass.

“St-Germain Spritz,” he answered as he sat next to her with his own cocktail and they clicked their glasses with Bobby making a quick toast to her new home, which made her smile again. “I saw you had elderflower liqueur and I brought you this nice sauvignon blanc so I thought it’d be a good shout.”

“Mmmm.” It was all she could say in agreement after she took a sip. “Oh yeah, definitely a good shout. I love cocktails with elderflower wine, I always keep at least one bottle at home and one at the pub.”

“You’re such a bartender cliché.” There was a teasing gleam in his eyes.

“As if you weren’t your own cliché just a couple of minutes ago, insisting on cooking me something,” she teased him right back.

“Excuse me, I’m a pastry chef, so the cliché would’ve been if I’d insisted on making us chocolate croissants from scratch to have for dessert.”

“Oh damn you, Bobby! Now forget about dinner, I just want chocolate croissants.”

“Funny you should mention that,” he said with a grin as he stood up and walked across the room before bringing a cardboard box with his bakery logo on it, flicking it open for her to see. “I made a batch this morning.”

She found herself grinning right back at him. “You’re literally the best.”

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lovee-infected · 4 years ago

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This idea just hit me like a train. How would twst boys react to WAP from Cardi B?? 😂😂😂

I'm trying to ignore the fact that I might've never discovered WAP without this request...🗿

Warning(s): What should I even tag as the warning idkk ckcjxjsjsjdjdjck- Mentions of WAP's lyrics, mentions of nsfw, Warning for Idia's part bc I think it went a bit too far-

Riddle Rosehearts

Heard of this song named WAP being trending between students -> Searched it up -> Riddle:... Riddle: *Turns off his phone*

Bans WAP from the whole Heartslabyul afterwards, and every student found listening to it will have to face Riddle's: "NOOOOOOO- NO WAP IN THIS HOUSEHOLD - GO TO HORNY JAIL OFF WITH YOUR HEADS YOU UNWORTHY CREATURES- "

Trey Clover

Searches: "What does WAP mean?" before wards and after reading the search results he decides that he doesn't really need to listen to the song itself anymore.

He just clears his browsing history and returns to baking cakes. Nothing has happened, he knows nothing.

Cater Diamond

He is the guy making those "Night raven college react to WAP!!" videos on magicam. His reaction videos get over 100k views and people from all over the Twisted Wonderland start following this dork for them.

Who cares about the WAP itself? As long as he can gain followers over these videos he doesn't care how the song is supposed to be.

But at last Riddle discovers his videos by finding other dorms' students laughing over them and forces him to take them down💀 Man, Riddle really did ruin his once-in-a-life time chance for becoming popular.

Ace Trappola and Deuce Spade

Riddle has banned WAP Heartslabyul so they're going to illegally listen to it. It was Ace's fault though, Deuce is innocent.

Ace searchs up the music video, Deuce just sees the thumbnail and tells Ace that he doesn't think that this is going to be a good idea but Ace cuts him off by asking him not to be such a chicken-

Though they had to stop because Deuce was all shaky and embarrassed after just 20 seconds :"Stop this-STOP THIS- I CAN'T DO THIS- WE'RE STILL TOO YOUNG" and Ace had to stop to shut Deuce because they could've gotten caught at any second because of his unholy screams.

[a few minutes later...]

Deuce: It was saying DOORS in this house

Ace: Bruh what the- we both know it was saying Wh*res.

Deuce: Y-you dirty minded bastard!! It was clearly saying doors in this house!

Ace: Why the hell would they say doors in this house!??? It was wh*res!

Deuce: Doors!

Ace: WH*RES

Deuce: DOORS

Ace: WH*RES

Deuce: DOOOOORRRSSSSSSSSS

Leona Kingscholar

See he might be a jerk but he hasn't yet gotten to the level of appreciating this way of presenting women in songs-

He's just going to pretend that WAP doesn't exist,but most of the Savanaclaw on the other hand are going wild because with WAP, now he can't even take a peaceful nap without WAP being looped in his brain.

Ruggie Bucchi

WAP isn't beyond his power, he's handled stronger songs.✨ He'd regularly rap WAP in public when he's feeling like it.

Now he goes around to recommend WAP to naïve students and taint their virginity by making them listen to WAP without knowing what it is-

Jack Howl

Catches Ace and Deuce listening to WAP and ends up listening to it because of them. He doesn't knpw what to say...

He isn't mad, just disappointed. Disappointed parent noises. Out of all these students, why should he best buddies which these two?

Time to drag Ace and Deuce to a corner and give them a long speech on why young men their age need to be focusing on mastering skills and achieving success through these golden years instead of violating rules and tainting their pure minds.

"Trappola-kun, Spade-kun, you've greatly disappointed me. You need to be more mindful of your actions as fellow freshmen of night raven college. Is this how the future's great magicians are going to be? How do you think your parents would feel about this new habit of yours? Have you thought of how despicable women are being presented through such songs? Are you going to support such a taboo message toward ladies?"

And Ace and Deuce end up having to listen to him and think of their bad actions for the rest of the day...

Azul Ashengrotto

[Before listening to WAP]: He hears of this WAP song being super trending between students. What might it secret be? What kind of magic would make a simple song so hecking popular? He has to find out.

Azul thinks that by learning WAP's ways, he might be able to produce songs that are even better for mostrolounge and even start his very own music company! But before that he needs to listen to wap itself...

[After listening to WAP]: ...He discovers what kind of magic is making it so popular, but decides that it'd be better for him take a step back from the world of music for now. Yes, he's traumatized

Floyd Leech

"Hey hey koooeeebiii chaaannnn have you seen my new dance~?" ah yes, he's got the WAP dance and he's proud of it. These are the time when he's genuinely thankful for getting to have human legs.

But the WAP dance isn't his only target, he realizes that Jamil doesn't seem to want Kalim to know anything about WAP, but thankfully, Floyd is going to be kind enough to bless the young Kalim with his wealthy knowledge on WAP. ✨

Jade Leech

"My...my...that was savage," Jade is amazed, it's quite wonderful how these fragile creatures can go from Micheal Jackson's smooth criminal to WAP in a matter of years.

He's still having trouble keeping up with latest human trends and popular songs but, he's slowly liking humans a lot more than before. These creatures have already reached the level to make put p*rn in music, impressive.

Kalim Al Asim

He hears students whispering about an epic song named WAP during the classes, and of course he'd be intrigued!

He looks up the song but Jamil has already blocked his access to any sources that he might find WAP in, yet Floyd was kind enough to lend Kalim his phone to let him listen to this masterpiece. Later on, Floyd tells him about the WAP dance and bam, Kalim is addicted.

"Everyone watch me! I've got the WAP!"

Poor Jamil doesn't know which is worse, having Kalim signing it loudly in the dorm or watching him showing off his skills in that WAP dance in public. It's time for Jamil to go on a long, long trip and never come back until Kalim graduates from this school.

Jamil Viper

Listens to WAP once, is going to spend the rest of his life pretending that he has never heard or watched it. The most ironic part about it is how he watches the music video instead of just listening to the song and...the snakes. Good lord the snakes- He isn't sure if he likes snakes anymore.

The snakes part seriously traumatizes him but not like Kalim does when he asks Jamil to learn him the WAP dance. And heck no Jamil isn't going to learn him how to dance like a wh*re. At this point, he decides to deny WAP's whole existence.

Kalim: At least tell me what a WAP is!

Jamil:

Jamil: Worship and prayer.

Vil Schoenheit

Hasn't listened to WAP and refuses to do so. He's got standards.

Rook Hunt

"Bravo!!! These Mademoiselles have taken the art of music to a whole nother level! Beaute! 100 points! 💯" (...what else did you expect him to say?)

Just as always, no one can really tell if Rook really liked it or not but from the way he acts he seems to be... intrigued. Apparently WAP starts to get too famous in school and Rook would always be the first one to find out if a student is secretly listening to WAP in public, so he doesn't mind popping up and reminding the students not to listen to such a potentially stimulating song so carelessly: "Monsieur (x), it's adorable to see you appreciating such a glorious piece of art in this lovely day, but I don't think that all of these students staring at us right now are yet prepared for such a beauty,"

Epel Felmier

He just asked Ace for some music that'll make him sound more badass and Ace gave him the WAP:

Epel listening to WAP be like:😳😶😨😕😭

His face is redder than a tomato after the first 30 seconds of WAP, but Ace tells him that he'd be the bravest human being ever if he takes the urge to listen to this in front of teachers.

Tries to dance to WAP and make a video with it to upload on magicam, but Vil catches him in the middle of process.💀💀💀 The video turned out pretty good though. It looks just like a mother (Ehm- Vil) getting into her child's room (Epel-) and finding them doing some crazy shit.

Idia Shroud

He's the silent and seemingly shy dude who's listening to WAP in the highest volume under those head phones during classes.

Divus Crewel: CaF2(s) + Br2(ℓ) → CaBr2(s) + F2(g)...

Inside Idia's headphones: " ~ Wh*res in this house~ there some wh*res in this house~ there some wh*res in this house~ there some wh*res in this house~"

Bonus: He once forgets to connect his headphones to his tablet before playing WAP:

[Wap is being played at max volume inside Trein's class]

Idia: *Thinks that the sound is coming from his head phones*

The classroom: "Beat it up, n*gga, catch a charge

Extra large and extra hard

Put this p**sy right in your face

Swipe your nose like a credit card"

Trein: 😳

Students: 😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳

Crowley about to jump down: 🤭

Idia still not realizing what the hell is going on: 'Lucy lucy baby~ hihihi- wait- why they all staring at me now...? Did they hear me internally flirt with Lucius?'

No need to say what happened to Idia after this...

Ortho Shroud

No WAP for him. You may find him reacting to "If you're happy and you know it clap your hands" if you're interested.🗿

Malleus Draconia

Thank goodness he just finds the censored version of WAP... Listens to the whole song, but doesn't understand most of the lyrics. The "Put this cookie right in your face" part confuses him the most, he doesn't get it. Why would you put a cookie in your face? Is this something humans usually to do with their desserts? Like, would they put ice cream in their faces too?

Virgin dragon keeps on asking people, including Lilia, to tell him what it means to put a cookie in one's face, yet no one seems to give him any proper answers ):

Perhaps human music just isn't his thing, he's getting back to sad violin noises which he listens to when he isn't invited.

Lilia Vanrouge

WAP go brrrrrrr. Our sassy grandpa is legit in love with this piece of gold and all of the humans for achieving such a glory. The beat is superb and the lyrics are: Delicious, motivational and creatively written.

Even better, WAP has an unofficial but smexy dance too. Old man Lilia is never too old for performing a sexy physically challenging dance.

You can now hear savage rock sounds combined with WAP playing in the background coming from his room when he's vibing in the afternoon.

(I can totally see him wearing a neko maiden costume while dancing to WAP and you can't tell me otherwise)

Silver

Finds WAP in papa Lilia's playlist...

Silver:

Sebek Zigvolt

Sweet mother of love Sebek feels like listening to WAP has taken his virginity away-

He is a good boy, no, he once was a good boy. He's no longer the worthy man he used to be now that this unholy song has tainted his soul.

Legit feels guilty and and sinful after WAP, so you can find him praying for forgiveness to that Malleus portrait in his room every night.

"Oh young master forgive my thoughtless deeds, I beg for your mercy upon me now that I've sinned..."

Dire Crowley

Not saying that a drag Queen Crowley dancing to WAP would be a thing, but a drag Queen Crowley dancing to WAP would be a thing- Everyone bow down to the Headmaster, the most gracious of them all 😩😩😩👌🏻

Please, don't blame him. Birby is under too much of pressure after the very recent overblot cases and he needs a way to let go of the stress😔😔😔

Sam

Is illegally selling copies of the WAP because most of the dorms had blocked access to this song for the students...

"Helloooooo little demons I've got the WAP! In stuck now-"

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #malleus draconia #vil schoenheit #idia shroud #Jamil Viper #kalim al asim #Azul Ashengrotto #jade leech #Floyd Leech #leona kingscholar #riddle rosehearts #Deuce spade #rook hunt #Dire Crowley

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sinnabonka · 4 years ago

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It’s spec time: Love always wins

(Okay, I promised it, I’m doing it, there’s no stopping me now.)

For the last three days I’ve been all over the place emotionally, clinging to every post saying Cas is not dead dead, saying his story is not done, but then someone wrote the “but” post and, there I go again, down the bottomless pit of angst.

I’ve been a Schrödinger believer for so long with this show, one can get used to it.

I know I’m not the only one feeling this way, regarding whether Cas is coming back or not. We won’t know till we know ©

Ep 19 speculations here

But let's speculate!

Apparently, there's nothing better for me to do way past midnight on Saturday and on Sunday morning (when I’m writing this).

What makes us think 15*18 might indeed be the end of Castiel’s story:

Everything the crew and Misha told us, officially, is pressing toward Cas dying permanently in this scene. “Proud ending”, indeed.

Castiel’s story has the perfect symmetry this way, with the handprint, the “Hello, Dean” - “Goodbye, Dean”, and the whole “Dean Winchester is saved” theme.

He is smiling, while Empty takes him, he’s content with his sacrifice.

Something about Castiel’s monologue didn’t sit right with me for some time. The whole point of happiness being not in having, but in being and saying, gave me an idea of it being the way writers say we can’t have Destiel, but we should be happy to know it’s real and to hear it said aloud after all those years.

Supernatural had to be the story of two brothers and their journey, and Winchesters driving in the sunset is the most probable endgame we are gonna get.

Even though all those points seem valid, we can’t trust any of it.

Let me fix it for you:

It wouldn't be the first time the crew lied about someone being on set.

The handprint was not scripted. I repeat, the handprint was not scripted.

Castiel’s monologue could be just about loving Dean, and it’s just my poor wounded heart looking too deep into it and seeing my angstloving reflection on the bottom of the well.

And Supernatural might indeed be about family, but, as we know, family doesn’t end with blood, and doesn’t start with it either. Cas is family, after all.

I’m glad be are clear on this one.

What tells us Cas is coming back and we are getting Destiel endgame:

(Brace yourself, it’s gonna be wordy)

1. The most obvious, without rewriting his memory or going OOC, there’s no happy ending for Dean (not the crappy bittersweet substitute) without Cas.

Even without the love confession in place, we’ve seen what Cas’ death did to him before, it shuttered him to pieces. Imagine the damage it's gonna cause now!

“I love you, I always did, bye bye now, have a long and happy life knowing my feelings for you have killed me dead.” Really? No win can make up for it.

2. My fave point, aka the natural dynamics of storytelling. The big loss predicts the big win. The deeper the wound, the brighter the prize. Following the roller coaster this season has been, we should be up for a pretty high damn up pretty soon.

So, there’s The Big Loss (losing Eileen, all of their friends, all the people on Earth and Cas).

Next - The Big Win (defeating God, getting their free will back, getting humanity back).

Then, we should have The Big Regret and Reflect moment (Sam and Dean talking a lot at this point, realization of things which are important, what they want with Chuck gone).

And at the end, there’s The Ultimate Happy ending waiting for us (see point 1 again in case you are not sure what that means).

3. You know what, forget it, this one is my favorite. The parallels. Throughout this season we’ve been spoon-fed with context (Geez, it feels nice to finally know we are not crazy, we are not seeing things, we got it all right!) and writers chose to do so via parallels, via reflections, subtle hints.

It would be some lazy storytelling to shove everything to our faces, so, instead, we’ve got: Charlie and Stevie, Sam and Eileen, the world and humanity, Dean and Cas.

Everyone separated. Forever? No, not really. And I don’t buy everyone getting their loved ones back, except Dean. C’mon.

4. Unresolved love confession. Yes, Cas might have died with a smile, meaning it’s enough for him to speak his truth and be gone. But Dean? Him sobbing in the dungeon, ignoring Sam’s calls (he literally never chose anything above Sam before), the “Don’t do this, Cas” part - it’s the lowest he’s ever been.

To sum up, Dean didn’t get his closure. He might have needed five to six business days to process, but he still has his truth he has to find out and then give a voice to.

And yeah, I know, he could confess via prayer or something, but we all know that’s something needed to be said face to face. (Btw, he already confessed to Cas in purgatory via prayer once, you can try and prove me wrong, but good luck with that, sunshine.)

5. The perfect symmetry. If I were in SPN writers room, I would literally cry my eyes out of joy at the symbolism this ending gives. I would literally fight everyone against it.

The broken man not deserving to be saved is dragged from Hell by the most loyal and righteous angel Heaven ever seen.

The fallen angel not deserving to be loved is dragged from Empty by the most loving and caring man the sun shone on.

I mean, c’mon, people. Poetry.

(We are nearing a very important thing here, fasten your seatbelts, please.)

6. The message the show wants to give the world has changed. From “it’s all about the journey, about saving people, killing things, no one ever gets what they deserve”, the philosophy has changed drastically toward the “good things do happen, you deserve to be saved, to be loved”.

Come and see what lane we are walking right now: allowing yourself to love again, to experience things again / losing the love of your life a moment later / fighting for your love / winning your love back.

I believe the final message is: love always wins.

Love is not one’s weakness, love is power, love is strength, it’s a perfect fuel.

Humans declare war in the name of love, kill and get killed in the name of love, but, most importantly, humans live and win those wars in the name of love, too.

7. Go big or go home is on the table, and no one goes home this time.

Supernatural was a bunch of broken glass for soooo long, I think this time writers are gonna give us something good, for a change. Not bittersweet good, but actually cotton-candy-almost-diabetes-sweet good.

Why?

Because *loud and clear* we deserve having good things happening to us!

Also, it’s The End, the creators have nothing to lose, but, on the other hand, the ultimate happy ending would allow them to leave an enormous mark on the world and Supernatural to be known as the only show that actually could.

To sum up:

Dean can’t be happy with Cas gone and, following the logic of prebuilt parallels, he won’t have to - everyone gets their loved ones back at the end, because love always wins.

Cas might be at peace with speaking his truth, saving Dean and being gone, but it is not fair, Dean also deserves a chance to be heard.

Few seasons ago I would laugh in my own face for these arguments, but the philosophy of the show has been transformed. During the last few years we were being prepared for this moment, slowly, gently being led toward this moment.

Supernatural has to give us the Destiel endgame to prove their point.

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katyldamusic · 4 years ago

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Måneskin: No one should feel exluded (interview for onet.pl)

Please forgive me any mistakes. It’s 2 am.

"Our image is a form of expression. We stand behind everyone who gets hurt. People shouldn't judge anyone because they can hurt someone a lot," say the members of the Måneskin. The group recently won the Eurovision Song Contest and will now perform at the Polsat Sopot SuperHit Festival. "We want people to understand our message being "no one should feel excluded," they add.

-Måneskin won the 65th Eurovision Song Contest in Rotterdam with the song "Zitti E Buoni"

-The group's sound is defined by musical eclecticism - from rock through rap, hip hop, reggae to funk and pop. All of this is linked by Damiano's phenomenal voice

-"We can be very proud of ourselves, because we owe our success to hard work" - say young musicians who came to Poland, where they will perform during the Sopot SuperHit Festival

Q: Congratulations on your big success at Eurovision. Were you surprised or the rumors that you are the favorites calmed you down a bit?

Victoria: We were nervous until the last second. Until the end, we did not believe that we could win. We are not a typical band that can take first place in this competition.

Damiano: Ethan's face said everything (laughs).

Ethan: Exactly. No one should have doubts that the win surprised us (laughs).

Q:After the competition, it was huge buzz about a glass that you broke. Has this "scandal" stopped shocking your fans?

Damiano: I hope so! We didn't understand at all why everyone was so surprised that we broke a glass (laughs). In fact, we were well aware that rumors like this always set the biggest fire. It's just part of our popularity.

Q: How did your friends react when you told them you wanted to participate in Eurovision? This is quite an unusual idea for a rock and roll band.

Victoria: We never took the Eurovision Song Contest lightly. We did not even think that our style did not fit there. For us, the most important message was that rock and roll never died. For two years we have been constantly trying to prove to everyone that guitar sounds are timeless

Many people threw obstacles at our feet and told us that we had no chance to be successful. We went to Rotterdam and showed them that we are capable of anything!

Q: So plan to conquer Eurovision was well thought out?

Victoria: Of course! That is why we performed at the San Remo festival. It was the beginning of our evil plan (laughs). Later we went to Eurovision and proved that even at such a mainstream concert rock'and'roll will be the top! I guess we did pretty well.

Q: But you probably did not expect such popularity. There are huge crowd in front of the building where we are talking. On TikTok, your music breaks records of popularity. Are you ready to conquer the world?

Damiano: I don't want to seem very cocky(*tricky to translate, "cocky" or not very modest"), but we've always dreamed about it. Of course, we did not care about fame, but we wanted our music to reach the widest audience possible. We really did everything to get to this place. We can be very proud of ourselves because we owe our success to hard work.

Q: Meetings with fans must be very enjoyable experience.

Damiano: It's really crazy. We love our fans and hope that there will be more of them over time.

Q: Many countries in Europe are very conservative. Your image may still shock many. What would you say to your *?(*tricky again. literall translation - opponents, but i think "people who are against you" fits better)

Damiano: First of all, I would like to emphasize that we do not feel like people who would dictate anything to someone. Image is a form of our expression. Of course, we stand behind everyone who gets hurt. People should not judge anyone because they can do great harm to others. We will not change the world overnight. However, as people whose music reaches so many people, we know that we can change reality a litlle bit.

Victoria: We want people to understand our message is, that no one should feel left out. Our image has no boundaries - which is why it may still shock some more conservative audiences. Let's be honest - how is a man with painted nails different from a woman?

Q: Måneskin performing at the Pride Parade - a dream for many of your fans. Would you agree to play on one?

Damiano: Of course! It would be a great honor for us! We are aware that a large proportion of our fans are members of the LGBT community and we are very proud of it.

Victoria: It's stupid that some bands still ashamed of Parades. After all, i'ts a great honor.

Q: Let's change a subject for a moment. Today we are in Sopot. The seaside capital of music in Poland. Have you had the chance to lie on the beach?

Victoria: Are you kidding me! We got here about two hours ago. We don't have time for anything. We say this almost every day, that it would be fun to do a little sightseeing in the places we visit during our promotional tour. We are going back to Milan soon, so Poland is the last stop of our adventure.

Q: Well, you are going on another tour in a moment. Tell us what we can expect at your concerts. I understand that the performance at the festival in Sopot will be just an innocent announcement (laughs), and we will see your true face at Open'er Park?

Victoria: Our concerts we are definitely crazier.

Damiano: We missed performing on stage. We haven't been able to perform for a long time due to the coronavirus pandemic. That is why we are really grateful that we can play at such festivals as the one in Sopot. This is another part of the plan we mentioned earlier (laughs).

Q: You won Eurovision. If, however, you took second place, who would you give the "crown" to?

Måneskin: Ukraine!

Damiano: I think Go_A did more or less the same as us. They showed all of Europe that rock music is still crashing the system! They didn't try to please anyone. They were themselves and this won the hearts of many fans.

Q: Vicotria, there are only guys in the band! How do you feel as the only woman surrounded by gentlemen?

Victoria: Great! I can't imagine our band looking any different. We are a wonderful family and we support each other every day.

Damiano: We understand when Victoria has her moods (laughs).

Victoria: Stop it! I feel no different from you. I'm just a member of Måneskin. I don't feel any different!

Ethan: Besides, everyone knows that I am the real woman in the band (laughs).

Q: If you weren't making music, what would you be doing?

Ethan: Music. There is no force in this world that prevents us from making music.

Damiano: Exactly! We are musicians who do not see each other in normal work.

If I couldn't make my own music, I would probably be a producer who would come up with melodies for other artists.

Victoria: Or we would teach to play instruments. People need to understand that music is part of our lives and we cannot imagine that there could be a reality in which we do not create.

Q: You are traveling a lot now. You are in a different city almost every day. What was the craziest thing that happened to you on this tour?

Måneskin: SWEDEN!

Victoria: There were some crazy events during our visit to Sweden. Security services had to close the entire street because so many fans showed up outside our hotel.

Damiano: At one point, the police were called and they had to control the crowd.

Q:Now you are going back to Italy. Does that mean fans can expect even more new music soon?

Damiano: We are currently promoting us the mini-album "Teatro D'ira. Volume 1", but you are right, when we come back we lock ourselves up in the studio and work on new music. However, we don't want to reveal anything because that would spoil the surprise for our fans.

Victoria: We need time. We don't want to feel pressured because then the music will lose its value.

Damiano: Be patient.

#måneskin #maneskin #maneskin interview #damiano david #damiano maneskin #victoria de angelis #victoria maneskin #ethan torchio #ethan maneskin #thomas raggi #thomas maneskin #my translation #forgive me any mistakes #i'ts 2 am #i'm going to sleep #goodnight

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eartht137 · 3 years ago

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DEAREST HEART- Letter One

Okay, For The Better has got me at a standstill. Every time I go to write the next chapter, I get a very "bad" idea and I have to write it in to meld with what I have in mind, but as my birthday is approaching in 2 days and Halloween is quickly approaching, I have developed a very new and delicious idea. I thought up this story in the shower. Hear me out, okay? The blinds that cover the window in my bathroom fell, and I mean fell from the wall, so I had to take a shower in the dark with a candle. Well it gets pretty muggy in my bathroom, as there's not a lot of room, so I opened the window to get some air, well with the wind blowing and the leaves rustling I kinda got that weird feeling that someone was watching me (which I highly doubt). In this story the character/you are a new wife and mom and you've been unmotivated to do normal chores and upkeep due to de pression and anxiety. I kinda wanted to touch on some real topics that I felt may resonate as I've noticed there is a lot of depression and anxieties that have been major high and I just wanted to send a small message that you are seen, you are heard, you are worthy, you are loved. Even if it is in your own world, I'd rather have my own world that I can escape to and have things go my way than keep taking on the pressure of things we deal with everyday. Also this is another Dark Clark Kent. I know, I know, the idea of the man just does something to me. So with that curvies, I present to you Dearest Heart. Okay rant over for the day. Please proceed..........oh yeah MMMMMMmwwwwwwaaahhhhhhh

Dark Clark Kent x Plus Size Reader

Warnings: Non Con, somnophilia, masturbation, stalking, mentions of impregnation. Maybe other things too. MINORS DNI!!!

You were getting up and ready for work, since starting your new job, you'd found yourself a bit out of balance. Being a new wife and mom, trying to adjust, you'd found yourself falling in and out of a reel of depression and anxiety. You very rarely had the energy or drive to clean and sometimes your depression got you to a point where you didn't really want to keep up your hygiene. Finally, you'd gotten the burst of life you needed and decided to make use of it while you had the drive. You started keeping up your hygiene as you used to and cleaned your house day by day. You started cherishing more moments with your husband and son. You had noticed the more you took effort within the day, it helped you feel a bit better everyday. One day, you stepped outside to get a breath of fresh air and sunlight. As you were getting ready to head back inside, you saw a letter place neatly on the bars of you security door with small rose. You tilted you head in confusion and looked around. You took the letter, seeing that it had "Dearest Heart' written beautifully across the front. You walked inside while admiring the vintage parchment envelope.

"Baby?" Your husband asked curiously, making you look up and smile as he and your son watched you.

"Well I think the mailman left someone else's mail-again." You sighed tossing the letter down on the table by your door. You went over and spent the remainder of you free time with your husband and son before heading into your office and logging on for work.

On your first break, you rushed out of your office hoping to spend time with your loved ones. You giggled as you watched your husband and son sleep with their mouths wide open on your couch. You were about to step into the bathroom when you got the nagging urge to go back and look at the letter again. You stared at it from across the room a moment before finally giving in to curiosity and grabbing it. You studied it for a moment before your husband adjusting on the couch startled you. You quietly went to the bathroom and examined the letter. Looking at your phone, you realized you didn't have much time, and would just open it to see what it looked like inside. A very hopeful side of you prayed that in your head that it was filled with cash that some good saint just felt in their heart to give, but you knew that was a slim chance. When you opened the letter, you almost gasped, almost like a child feeling as if you if you'd just done something forbidden. The alarm on you phone vibrated and you jumped, the letter dropped from you hands. You laughed a bit at yourself, picked up the letter, tucked it away and went back to work.

One your lunch break, after making something to eat for yourself and your hungry boys, you found yourself practically lured back to the bathroom to find the letter you'd tucked away for later. You opened it and pulled out a very beautifully written letter, but the first line damn near made your heart stop. You read it over and over trying to make sure you weren't seeing things, but there it was in black in, your name. You took a deep breath and continued reading the letter.

My Dearest Y/n,

I promised myself I wouldn't try to interfere in your life, but my heart won't let my stand idly by. I know this is abrupt as you've never seen me in your life, at least you don't remember meeting me, its been so long ago; but I can't keep quiet about this anymore as my love for you has yet to subside. I know it sounds unbelievable, but I swore I'd never lie to you and I am a man of my word. You might be a little worried as to how I know you, where you live-but you'd be shocked at how much I know about you and it'd scare you to know how long I've watched over you. Little love, I've been a bit disappointed in you. You allowed yourself to get to far down and instead of talking it out, you've been bottling everything in. We both know how that ends. You can talk to me if you need to, but I was really disappointed in how you allowed things to get. You weren't getting out of bed, you weren't keeping your hygiene up, and you weren't keeping the house up; on top of that, you haven't been utilizing any of your self-care tools. You didn't leave the house for a month and you cried every night by yourself because you're too stubborn to get out of your own head for two seconds and let the people who love you in. You were also finding a new lie every week to call into to work, that was disappointing darling because you don't have to lie, just tell them you need a day for your health, you don't owe them anymore explanation than that, but I don't want you to lie again. Do you remember those 2 weeks your backside was sore and stinging and you couldn't figure out why? I'm so sorry dear heart but I had to light a fire in you some way, and I just can't allow you to behave in such a way. I also can't stand to see the woman I love not take care of herself. On another note, I do want to tell you how proud of you I have been with how much you love and care for our son. He's growing so big isn't he? Oh darling, I know you think he's your husbands, but I guarantee he is my flesh and blood, why do you think he stares at me so long when he sees my photo pass your screen. His blood is my blood, he knows who he is. I have decided dear heart, to be a bit more active in your life as I have come to realize that my standing by protecting in the shadows is not enough. It will be awhile my love, but one day we will be together. You, Me and our son. I love you both so much, I promise you we will be a family as we should one day. For now I will continue to watch from the distance and protect you when you need me. I will also be there to talk whenever you just want to talk out loud. Before I end this letter, I want to also tell you how proud I am that you've started writing. I love the stories you've been writing about me and I promise to fulfill every one of you desires as soon as the time is right. Only this time, you'll be able to enjoy it as much as I have. I will be writing again, you don't have to reply, but it would be nice. Keep up the good work sweetheart, I love you.

With All My Heart and Soul,

Kal-El

Your heart pounded in your ears, you forgot to breath and tears filled your eyes. You kept trying to convince yourself it was a prank, but the more you tried to deny it, the more you knew it was real. You sat thinking to yourself, when you'd written a story about him, you didn't know anyone named Kal-El. You immediately started walking around your house making sure every window and door was locked. You wanted to tell your husband, but once again the gut feeling told you not to, and you'd realized that your gut was really on point and that just made things scarier.

You finished you lunch break and the rest of that day unable to concentrate on anything. That night while you took a shower, you kept looking through the blinds to see if you'd see someone. On one had you wanted to see if there was someone really there and on the other you felt you'd probably shit yourself if you really saw someone. After a moment or two, you'd finally convinced yourself it was a sick prank and someone in the neighborhood was being an idiot. You laughed a bit and finished up, ready to finally get the sleep you'd been begging for all day. As you laid in bed, every noise made you jump. Every time something or someone would move, you'd go from the precipice of sleep to fully awake. You had been feeling watched for the longest time and you'd just blamed it on being crazy, but now with the letter confirming your nightmare, you really had no idea what to do. Your mind ran and ran until it finally shut itself down and you drifted off to a very peaceful sleep despite everything going on around you.

He sat in the corner of your dark room watching you breath calmly. He wanted so badly to go over and rock you to sleep as he watched you struggle to fall asleep, but he couldn't present himself to you just yet, not until everything was perfect the way we wanted it before he showed himself.

He sat there watching you from the other side of the room knowing that soon you'd throw the covers off of your plush body exposing your luscious curves that he loved feeling in his large hands. His hand stroked himself as he thought back to the first night he took you. You were sleeping so good, you didn't hardly move. His released his hard thick cock from their restraints and pumped himself as he watched your breasts rise and fall with your breathing. He thought back to the first time he tasted your nipples, how hard they got when he kissed and nipped them. How wet you got for him and how he once made you cum from playing with them only. He then thought about how delicious you were. His fist moving faster and rougher down his shaft. He remembered how tight you were when he first fucked you. How hot and juicy you were as he pumped deep into your soft pussy filling you with every inch of him. He wanted to ruin you, and he wished you could see the happiness he felt when you couldn't cum one night from yours or your husbands touches. His hand pumped faster as he remembered fucking you so good one night your orgasm woke you as you came, as disappointed as he was that he couldn't feel you cum around him, he was still proud to have your body so responsive for him. That sent him over the edge and he came hard wanting so badly to empty inside of you. He wanted to see you round with his baby again, but he wanted to allow you the time to fully heal. He used one of your husbands shirts to wipe himself clean, and he gave you a soft peck on the lips, smiling when you turned away.

"I love you so much. I promise things will be right soon. Sleep well dearest heart." He whispered before leaving. He couldn't wait until you found his next letter.

#dark clark kent #plus size reader #dark superman #henry cavill #stalking

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swaggy-pregnant-elf-man · 3 years ago

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I love the energy and all and I don’t want to offend but as a Muslim girl i can tell you that it is literally haram to identify as anything other than your god given gender. Like I’m not trying to be rude and I’m glad that there a respectful supportive people out there but if you’re looking at the Quran and other islamic book you’ll find stories about how its considered haram. Accepting the islam religion means accepting everything and dedicating yourself to it you can’t just pick and choose.

omg my first anon hate hahaha

i know im not obligated to answer hate but im going to anyway bcuz of i have things to say (sparkle emoji) (im on pc and dont have the energy to find an emoji keyboard)

okay first of all nowhere did i say that I identify as Muslim. i get that it was ambiguous tho so its cool. to clarify,, I am personally not Muslim but I kind of have to act like one so I don't get kicked to the streets or some shit lol and maybe I'm a bit of a coward idkkk but anyways

I would be interested to know what other Islamic books ur talking about btw, but I'm pretty sure the quran doesn't mention being trans anywhere at all. in fact I'm pretty certain, I've read it multiple times with translation and commentary interpretations and anyway being trans wasn't really a 'known' thing back then? bcuz obviously patriarchy and gender roles n segregation blah blah was wayyyy more yk. shit I forgot the word. uhhh yk like prevalent?? ofc the quran does mention a shitton about gender roles,, so yk men r the breadwinners, women raise the kids and keep house and be good wives etc. and also remember the big important fact:: GENDER AND SEX R DIFFERENT THINGS!!! meaning technically u cant be 'born' a gender (omfg my keyboard hates me imagine a question mark here) ur born with certain genitals and society assigns u a gender based on that . sounds a bit fucked when u put it like that actually but anyway back when the quran was being revealed this wasn't a known thing cuz yk they didn't have studies on this stuff,, and yea ur probably gonna say 'but the quran came from allah and he knows everything' well the fact of the matter is he either forgot or smth idk I don't speak for God but trans people definitely exist that's a fact we know so yeah. oh I should come back to my point which was, even with the quran saying those things about what ur supposed to do based on whats in ur pants which is crazy outdated anyway it doesn't take gender ≠ sex into consideration either soo ye that's the most it could've said about being trans and that not very valid anymore rip and that's not even mentioning non-binary people

and anyway Islam is literally all about acceptance and respect and everything so idk it would probably be better if u didn't go around telling ppl they're 'literally haram' for being trans or gay or any typa queer bcuz its literally not our choice (insert question marks) believe me I would fucking love to be comfortable in my 'female' body but I cant no matter how much I try to force myself so I'm sorry dude. no one would choose to be stuck in a situation like this. personally, I believe Islam needs a super massive reformation. well not Islam exactly, but a lot of things said in the quran r outdated wildly now, while a lot of it will also always be relevant, eg. everyone being equal and yk give to the poor etc. i have absolutely nothing against Muslims (I have it against my family for being so forceful about religion - different thing) yall r super cool and ik being a Muslim girl isn't easy believe me, but genuinely seeing Muslim people around and yk, just existing in wider society outside of Islamic spaces makes me feel so proud of where I came from even if its not been the best experience. have u seen the show We are Lady Parts (question mark) its about an all female Muslim punk band and there's only six episodes I literally watched it all today but the message of it is what I'm trying to get to you. u don't have to be the perfect pious wife to be considered a 'good Muslim',, there are so many ways u can show faith. you don't have to be a big strong man who can handle all pain with ease while single-handedly providing for a family either.

anyways peace out that sure was a journey lol and I definitely have forgot some of the things I wanted to say but yea that's all don't forget to like and subscribe <3

(colours r to make it easier to read for people with shorter attention spans,, they don't have any other significance)

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lucy90712 · 3 years ago

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Wilbur soot- your new boyfriend

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A/n I’m really like this one so hope you guys do too

~ Wilbur soot - Your New Boyfriend (OFFICIAL VIDEO)

10,400,000 views

Wow. That's a hell of a lot of views. My friend Wilbur just realised his new song yesterday and it's doing so well I'm so proud of him, I know he worked really hard on this song and filming the music video which he roped me into helping with. I have listened to it about a million times that I know every chord off by heart even though I don't play music its just ingrained in my head now.

I felt like listening to it when I got up this morning while I brushed my teeth and washed my face so that's what I did. This time I really listened to the lyrics and I really took them in instead of it just becoming a blur and I had a realisation that may be really stupid.

Me and Wilbur have been friends since we were 17 when we went to college and had always kind of flirted with each other because thats just the type of friendship we had, a lot of people thought we were dating but we never officially moved past being friends even though at some points I wanted to. When we finished college we both went to different universities but they weren't far from one another so we often used to see one another but of course life was different. By different I mean I got a boyfriend which meant that the flirting stopped and the connection between us kind of crumbled but we reconnected a few years later which brings us to pretty recently. Just a few months ago I broke up with the before mentioned boyfriend because he cheated on me and overall became not a great guy.

You see now I have put my brain to listening to lyrics I can't help but wonder even just a little bit if the song is about me. Now I know that sounds very narcissistic and self centred but the story just seems to match so well and yes the song is meant to be comical and satirical but there is something in my brain telling me that there is a slight real life influence there.

Now I'm really nervous because I'm going to Wilbur's place in a few hours and I don't know if I can just forget about this because of course it can be nothing and just a coincidence but that chance that it is something is really bugging me. Wilbur is definitely going to notice if I act weird which is what I'm really worried about because I don't want to have to talk about it.

Another predicament that I have now subjected myself to is the slight feelings I have for Wilbur which feels so wrong because it's not been that long since I broke up with my last boyfriend but I can't help it. Wilbur was there from the moment we broke up and helped me get over it and doing that while we rebuilt our friendship just made our connection grow deeper and give it a new meaning to me. It's not something new either just because if the closeness there was many times in the past that I had feeling for Wilbur but just never did anything about it because I always felt like he never felt the same. Wilbur had always been the first one to say that we weren't dating when people asked or suspected something.

I wanted to look nice for when I went to Wilbur's because most of the time especially recently he has seen me crying or just looking like a mess. I decided to wear my black acid wash mom jeans and a cute crop top that a friend made for me because she loves fashion and felt that I needed a new look after my breakup. To complete the look I even put on a little bit of makeup but not a whole lot because I have never been one to wear loads of makeup and I styled my hair which I may have cut since the last time I saw Wilbur because I felt the need to just get rid of some of it but it was still cute.

It got to 1:30 and I got my shoes on to begin my walk to Wilbur's place which isn't that bad once you get used to it which I am by now but I always have to be listening to something to stop the noise of the traffic driving me crazy. As usual my everyday playlist went on shuffle but of course it had to do me dirty by playing jubilee line which don't get me wrong is a great song and I love it but right now I don't need to be reminded of the war going on in my brain in fact I'm trying to forget about it until I get there at least. My playlist really was being a bit of a bitch today because every few songs it would play one of Wilbur's songs just after I had forgotten about things from the last song.

By 2pm I was just down the road from Wilbur's house and my hands were starting to get a bit clammy from the nerves building in my body, despite this I had to go in because I did not walk all this way to back out and go all the way back home. I got to the door and rang the doorbell then waiting for a figure to appear and open it, this didn't take long so before I knew it Wilbur was right in front of me giving me a big bear hug which he is so good at.

He welcomed me in and dragged me up the stairs to his bedroom so that we don't annoy his roommates. Like always the two of us sat on the floor because we are just those types of people although it did start when we were in college and we used to do homework and revision together, those were the good old times when we had no issues in our friendship. He grabbed something from under his bed and put it in between the two of us, it was a monopoly board which is just so typical of Wilbur.

"Come on you can't tell me you don't want to play like we used to all the time" he said

"You're right I'm not going to say that so let's bring it on I may have practiced a few times so prepare to lose" I joked

He shook his head at me and we set up the game both prepared to try and absolutely destroy one another. This didn't go to plan because I quickly made some bad decisions which put me in a very bad place to the point that if I were to land on any square that Wilbur owned I would be out the game but I still had hope. I was right to have hope because the game quickly turned around because I made it past go without landing on any of Wilbur's squares however he had didn't have that luck and landed on pretty much every square of mine and having to give me a large chunk of his money. The game soon ended when Wilbur couldn't recover from the hit of the last round and quickly ran out of money and I became victorious.

"Yes I told you I'd been practicing" I said

"What is that the 4th time you've beat me out of all the times we played" Wilbur tormented

"Oh shut up and let me have this" I said

"Ok ok but next time I'm for sure going to beat you" he said

After that we just kind of laid down next to each other looking at the ceiling as it if were the sky Which really reminded me of one of my favourite memories that I have. One night after the both of us had finished our last exams at uni I went to meet Wilbur and we walked around London during the dead of night and then laid down on a grass patch to stare at the starts which were unusually visible for the city sky. Nothing particularly special happened just the thrill of being done with uni and galavanting around the city when it felt like we shouldn't be out made it so memorable.

I was quickly dragged out of my memory when something brushed against my hand and stayed in contact with my pinky finger, I tilted my head to see what was going on which would of been pretty obvious but Wilbur's hand was right next to mine with our pinky's overlapping. This made my heart start thumping and my forgotten thoughts from earlier come to the forefront of my brain yet again. It's the most ridiculous thing that I'm so caught up on it and too scared to say anything out of fear of ruining my reconciled friendship when I know that no matter what I say nothing will change between us because it hasn't before even when we kissed that time.

Flashback

The bottle stopped spinning with one end pointed at me and the other at Wilbur. Oh shit. This can't happen it really can't. What if this changes everything and things become awkward? I can't live without Wilbur I spend all my spare time with him and even time when I should be revising or doing homework.

I'm never going to forgive myself if I do this and it changes our friendship but at the same time I have to do it or that will make me look like a loser and will probably fuel the rumours that the two of us are secretly dating although doing it isn't going to help that much either. I could see the same dilemma going through Wilbur's mind but we gave each other a look and went for it.

The both of us leant in letting our lips meet gently to start with before some of the other guys pushed out heads closer together. I won't lie the kiss was nice and felt like along time coming really with the amount that the two of us harmlessly flirt but it also didn't feel like there was the right meaning behind it. You could tell that we were both worried about changing the friendship and so there was no real meaning behind the kiss.

End of flashback

Now that was a terrifying day. This felt different though there was no one willing us on and there has been no pressure on us to date for years now that it is just natural and not forced which made it feel all the more special. I decided to just go for it and if it goes wrong then oh well at least I tried and can never wonder what my life would be like if I'd of just followed my heart.

I laced our pinky's together fully making sure my grip was tight enough that Wilbur got the message which he responded to quickly by moving his hand out of mine for a split second before grabbing hold of my whole hand and lacing all of our fingers together. He squeezed my hand turning his head to look me directly in the eyes which made my neves spike for a second before I got control again and stared back at him. I couldn't help but let out a small nervous laugh which I noticed causes a small smile on Wilbur's face.

"You know your face is just so pretty" he said

"Is this you trying to say something? I questioned

"Maybe but it depends on if you want to hear it" he said

"I definitely want to hear it" I replied

"Well if it wasn't obvious by now I have some feeling for you and honestly I have on and off for ages but I get if its too soon" he said

"It's not too soon and in fact the timing couldn't be better" I said

We exchange no more words for the time being and instead sat up leaving into kiss each other for the second time in our lives but it was definitely different this time. This time there was true feelings behind it that weren't nerves they were true feelings of adoration and even maybe just a little bit of love but it's too soon to tell that yet. He needed no encourage this time to deepen the kiss instead he put all of his energy into it from the start to show how much he really meant what he was saying. The two of us pulled apart after what felt like an eternity but in reality it was no more than 20 seconds.

"Wow just wow" I said

"That about sums it up" Wilbur said

"I have to ask because its been bugging me is your new boyfriend about me?" I asked

"Yeah it is I'm surprised you didn't realise sooner how may time of you heard it" he joked

"But lets forget that can I be your new boyfriend?" He asked

"Of course you can but you might need to write a new song" I said

#wilbur x reader #wilbur #wilbur soot #mcyt #dsmp #your new boyfriend #ycgma

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wizardouxie · 3 years ago

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PANTONE 2046 C

Genre: Fluff, #ZoeAppreciationWeek

Pairing: Zouxie

Summary: The Pink Hair Origin Story (alternatively also the Blue Hair Origin Story)

Word Count: 2788

Author's Note: First day of Zoe Appreciation Week! Wanted to participate so have this not so little one shot to showcase our lovely pink haired witch <3

"Wow, the dye came out really nicely," Zoe murmurs as Douxie exits the bathroom, his hair freshly blown dry -- from its tips to the full bangs dipped in a deep yet striking blue. He smiles widely at the quiet compliment and waves over to Archie.

"How does it look Arch?" they ask, though the answer is pretty clear, if Archie's fond gaze is anything to go by. The familiar flies in to nuzzle his face.

"Dashing as ever, Douxie."

Zoe leans back into the couch with content, taking in the beautiful sight that is her best friend. She did really good. The faint buzz of adrenaline lingers on the pads of her fingers. Right, she forgot. That was her first time.

"Are. You. Crazy? I've never even dyed hair before!" the natural brown haired girl hissed. She begrudgingly wiped the bubblegum that had exploded over her lips -- a result from the initial shock when Douxie first made his request. Granted, she felt honored that they would come to her before anyone else, but still! She can't risk ruining his hair, she doesn't have experience, plus the hair salon could totally do it better and-

"I'd rather it be you than anyone else," the wizard confirmed firmly. Zoe turned to the familiar. Surely the cat who lived with this stubborn kid could knock some sense into them. Archie could only provide a shrug in response.

"They're pretty sure about this."

She groaned.

"Fine, fine! But give me a few days unless you want me to pick out the wrong dye and end up with neon green."

[ 1 Week Later ]

Zoe couldn't keep track of just how many hair channels and blogs she'd gone through. She mimicked their hand movements, using cheap wigs and mannequin heads to simulate the experience. Through it all, one voice echoed the same message: "You can't mess this up."

She bought all the necessary tools. Gloves, hair clips, bleach, foil, just to name a few. Oh, and of course the dye -- though you'll be surprised how one can forget the simplest things while getting caught up in trying to memorize everything. Blue, Douxie had asked for. But what kind of blue? Sky blue? Cobalt? Midnight? Which one? She pinched the bridge of her nose before angrily texting the wizard. It went a little something like this:

DOUX: go with whatever you think will look good! i'm fine with anything tbh :]

ZOE: i Hate you so much

DOUX: ??? WHY

ZOE: IDK SHIT ABOUT HAIR DYE HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW WHAT LOOKS GOOD

DOUX: let's talk about this in person before you electrocute your phone again

ZOE: you won't let me live that down will you

DOUX: you know me so well ;)

She shoved the phone back in her pocket. There's no way she was actually doing this for him.

She was.

"Are you absolutely sure you want to do this?" she asked for what would be around the 73rd time. Douxie pulled his face down with both hands.

"Ugh, the answer is still yes, love. I'm not asking you to dye the whole thing, just the front part, bangs and sides."

She rolls her eyes at the nickname and smacks the clean brush against his head. She smiles at the little 'ow' that Douxie lets out with a pout. Hm, cute.

"Alright, but don't start moping around if it doesn't come out the way you wanted it!"

"Nothing that a little magic can't fix if it gets to that point. Which I hardly believe it will."

And now here they are.

Douxie crashes on the couch with Zoe, slinging an arm over her shoulders. She raises an eyebrow at the sudden physical touch, but it's never unwelcome. Not when it comes to him.

"You know of all human creations, I gotta say, this one really takes the cake," they start and Zoe snorts.

"You say that about nearly everything."

"Can you blame me?"

She looks at them and no, she really can't. In fact, she finds herself agreeing with him. He looks... really nice. A faint blush spreads over her face; not that it is noticeable by any means -- the two of them happen to have done this dying process starting from the evening to night, so the dim lights in her home do little to highlight her features. This is still her Douxie, lovable guitarist and wizard nerd who cares about everyone. Yet there was something about the hair dye that changed things up a bit. Something good, naturally.

The two of them fall into a comfortable silence, doing whatever is usually available. Sometimes it's texting, scrolling through social media, or listening to music. Other times it's zoning off and reminiscing about the past.

Zoe decides to go for her phone, unconscious of the way her hand finds its way into Douxie's hair, carding through the locks and untangling them with nimble fingers. It's peaceful. Maybe even a little too peaceful, considering the two of them are adrenaline junkies.

"Douxie, I can hear you thinking..." she begins. It's a common way to start the conversation between them, and oftentimes she's right.

He turns around, her hand still in his hair, but enough to meet her eyes. Their own eyes look serious and her heart sinks. Were they not happy with their hair?

The answer is quite the opposite.

"You ever considered dying your hair too? Maybe we can match."

The untangling stops.

And then the tugging starts.

"Ow ow ow-"

"Hisirdoux Casperan you are a menace to society."

She does though. She considers it for weeks. Of course, Douxie doesn't push; it's her hair at the end of the day, she can do whatever she likes. But after seeing how well she did with the wizard, she kinda felt excited. She definitely can't forget the exhilaration she felt when she saw people compliment Douxie at Benoit's or at the GDT book store. Her heart started beating faster when he looked back at her with a proud smile on his face-- damn that wizard, they told the others that she did it for them, didn't they?

After a few days, a young girl in a cap comes up to her at the record store. Probably from Arcadia High, if her backpack stacked with books is any indication.

"Hi! I'm Claire. Claire Nuñez," the girl starts. Zoe raises an eyebrow in interest.

"Hey Claire. What can I get you?" she asks, raising a flask to her lips. There's no water. Damn.

"Um, it's not really a standard request, but um, I was wondering if you could dye my hair?"

Zoe chokes on her water. Dye her what?

"Kid, are you new here? This is a records store. I can give you the direction to the hair salon it's really not that far."

"No, no, no! It's just, this guy got their hair dyed and I asked if he did it himself and they said you did it for them so I came to you. It's nothing too big! Just a strand really," Claire rambles. She gestures to the invisible front of her hair, currently tucked away behind the cap, outlining it with her fingers. The hedge witch groans.

"That would be Douxie. Now, here's the thing I don't do this for just anyone. Douxie happens to be a close friend so what I did was a little gift for him. I don't even know you, so what do I get out of this?"

Claire pales.

"Uh, $20? I know a full head of hair costs way more but like I said, just a strand..."

Zoe's stomach rumbles in response. She had $5 currently in her wallet which could buy a snack at most. She pinches the bridge of her nose.

"Ugh, you're lucky I'm hungry. Catch me after my shift is done okay? And I only got one color on me, which is blue, you good with that? Otherwise bring your own."

"Yes of course, of course! Thank you so much."

"Yeah, yeah, now scram if you're not here to buy anything."

"Oh actually, I was wondering if you had anything Papa Skull released recently!"

Curse this girl and her good taste in music.

[ 45 minutes later; 2:00 PM ]

"Thank you for doing this by the way," Claire starts. Zoe waves it off. She doesn't really know why she agreed to this. Well kind of. She wanted to eat. But besides that, she also was curious to see if she could satisfy another "customer". Hair dying was never a profession she had properly considered and right now? It doesn't hurt to entertain a thought.

"Alright so I have the bleach, you'll need to let that set in and keep that before dying the strand you want. We can even add toner to neutralize the color post bleaching if necessary," she lists off. Claire shakes her head.

"That won't be necessary!"

The girl pulls off her cap and surely enough, there's a light blonde lock, similar to Douxie's, just a little lighter. Zoe's impressed.

"Well that definitely makes my job easier. Especially since this is my second time."

"Wait, second time?"

"You didn't know?"

"No?"

"Of course Douxie leaves that part out. You want out? I'll pay you back the $20 in four days."

"No, I trust you."

Zoe always believed that she had tough and cold demeanor. Clearly she's doing something wrong if people are finding her trustworthy just by looking at one dye job.

"Alright then, here we go! Don't say I didn't warn you," the witch replies. She wraps the cloth around Claire softly, and pulls up the bowl with the dye in it. With a gloved hand she separates the pale strands from the brown ones. The blue will definitely be more prominent here than it would be with Douxie's. Something tells her that Claire wouldn't mind.

From the looks of Claire's surprise, wonder, and delight, she definitely didn't mind.

"It. Looks. So cool! You're really good at this. Maybe you should start a hair dying salon or something," the girl rattles off. Zoe raises a hand.

"I'm already working two part time jobs so... no. But I'm glad you liked it. The blue looks really good. Stands out well."

"Thank you, thank you, thank you," Claire repeats, putting back her cap on. A feeling of confusion overcomes Zoe.

"Wait, why are you putting your cap back on? Don't you want to show people?"

"Duh, but um, my mom doesn't know about, uh, all this. You know, councilwoman things."

Zoe's mouth drops, the $20 bill crumpled in her hand. So that's why she didn't go to the hair salon. Nuñez is the councilwoman, so she'd know pretty much everyone in the town. And word spreads pretty fast. In summary: Claire would have gotten caught.

"See ya!"

These kids are going to land her in some serious trouble one day.

With a burger and soda in her tray, Zoe takes a seat and pulls out her phone. That Claire girl though, she's sort of inspiring. Adventurous. Not hesitant in taking chances. And you know Zoe, she absolutely loves the thrills of life. Whether it be hunting magical creatures or refining her usually unpredictable magic. The humans tend to have mellow definition of risk taking, in her opinion, but their examples are fun enough in their own way: crossing the speed limit, riding rollercoasters, anything along those lines. The brunette clicks on a familiar contact and begins typing.

ZOE: which color looks good on me

ZOE: don't ask it's for a stupid job thing

DOUX: which job?

ZOE: WHAT PART OF DON'T ASK

ZOE: hex tech, something for employee uniforms

DOUX: i was going to say pink since it brings out your eyes but if it's for uniforms i dunno, light blue?

ZOE: hm interesting

DOUX: you should just work here at the book store it's chill

ZOE: but then i'd have to deal with you

DOUX: now is that really a bad thing?

DOUX: zoe.

Light blue is definitely a no go, Zoe decides. Too much blue dye going around. But pink, hm she could work with that. It's a pretty bold color and it would compliment her eyes as well as her face in general. A win-win for her.

And as for how far she's willing to go? She decides to go all in. No tips, no ombre, just complete bubblegum hair. Of course this takes a few days to gather the guts.

'You can do it Zoe, just go for the bleach,' she thinks to herself. Her hands shake with nervousness and excitement. Frankly, hunting niffins didn't compare to the rush she's feeling right now. She closes her eyes and brings the brush to her hair.

Well, here goes nothing.

She winces as she feels the tingling sensation, but loads of videos have assured that such symptoms were normal. She continues to work at it, using the foil to make sure she doesn't bleach a part of her hair to death. It's long and strenuous, but she knows the results in the few coming weeks would be worth it.

She doesn't have to worry about Douxie finding out thankfully. Turns out these weeks are essential for Merlin's "To-Do" List. Apparently it was to find Camelot?

"The castle he means. Not the actual kingdom. That's been gone for centuries. Anyways, I'll be back once I actually find it. Dunno how I'll do it and it probably will take me and Arch a month or so, haha. Oh! And if my hirers ask you anything, it's a family emergency."

Hm, whatever. A brief thought of Merlin dying his hair neon green amuses her, before she goes back to watching more hair dye videos. They've become a little addicting nowadays. She's amazed at how often people do it. How do they keep their hair so healthy?

It's been four weeks now and Zoe's eyes stare at the pink concoction in her hand. PANTONE 2046 C. This was the shade that stole her heart in the middle of the hair dye aisle. No other color could compare in the slightest. Even the cashier who packaged her order hummed in approval.

"Nice color! Not many go for it, but it'll suit you for sure."

This time her movements are calculated, not clumsy or fear driven like it used to be. One could even say she's getting the hang of this. Her hair over time changes from platinum blonde to a dark matted pink. She lets it sit for a bit, meanwhile focusing on getting the dye out of her hands. This turns out to be harder than she thought and she sighs. Well, maybe another day.

After washing and blow drying her hair, she stands in front of the mirror. The witch staring back at her is almost unrecognizable. As if she were a new person completely. And she liked it.

The blank stare shifts into a grin and she tugs at her own locks. Goddamn. She looks really good.

And well, Douxie's reaction is priceless to say the least.

DOUX: you said to meet up at the museum where are you

DOUX: i swear if you slept in i'll send archie to knock down everything in your apartment

DOUX: ok no i won't but still it's been a month since we last saw each other come on

DOUX: wait a second

DOUX: you're joking

DOUX: IS THAT??? YOU????

DOUX: IN THE PINK

DOUX: oh fuzzbuckets you look stunning

DOUX: Hello this is Archie. You broke Douxie so could you please finish your conversation with whoever it is you're with and come pick him up? Your hair is absolutely lovely by the way.

ZOE: omfg

ZOE: can't take you guys anywhere

The witch smiles at the girls and nods over to a gaping Douxie and his cat before gracefully exiting the conversation. She approaches her friend and pushes his jaw up with her index finger.

"So I'm assuming you're digging the new look hm?" she teases.

"You have no idea," Douxie responds. A pink tint lighter than the shade of her hair blooms across Zoe's face at the expression of adoration in her best friend's eyes. The two of them have been through a lot together, seeing each other grow and change. And this time, it was a really fun and welcome one.

"I might try this again with a different color some time. You wanna join then?"

"Don't have to ask me twice."

It's crazy how all of this came from a chaotic, impulsive research project to help a friend. But honestly Zoe wouldn't have it any other way.

Maybe Douxie was right. Of all human creations, this one beats pretty much everything else.

#ZoeAppreciationWeek #zoeappreciationweek #here's my entry hehe #enjoy!#toa #tales of arcadia #zoe #hisirdoux #hisirdoux casperan #douxie #zouxie #archie #claire #claire nuñez #ophelia #ophelia nuñez

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skyisover · 4 years ago

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GADGHABENS OKAY SO. i was really casually friends with this guy (E) since my freshman year of high school, i swapped schools after that year but i kept in touch with a few people including E. important to the story, we never hung out. we saw each other maybe like twice and that was by proxy of me hanging out with my closer friends from that year. we talked over insta sometimes but it was mostly us sending video game news to each other (mostly E sending stuff to me, really, lmao). also important; i had a “crush” on a guy towards the end of freshman year after breaking up with my boyfriend, he very politely turned me down and we stayed friends. dude texted me a fucking YEAR after we’d last spoken saying E helped him realize that he actually had a crush on me and wanted to be my boyfriend??? fucking weird, i left him on read and he kept sending me quotes from those millionaire inspiration pages which was pretty funny.

just before covid, E asked me if i wanted to go to prom with him. this made me kind of uncomfortable for reasons i now know are obvious, but he was real nice about the whole thing and i felt bad, so i told him i’d think about it while i planned on how i was going to let him down. then his prom gets cancelled because of covid (LOL) and he dms me and.... asks me what my answer WOULD HAVE BEEN???? i deadass don’t remember how i responded to this bc i was so taken aback i think i was just like um. idk. and i let the whole thing slide. later on i find out that literally MONTHS after the whole prom incident, he called our mutual male friend and started asking a ton of questions about how he found out that E asked me to prom like it was some big secret. i was FURIOUS, but my friend calmed me down and i let that slide too.

okay so onto the main event, this happened a few months ago now i believe, THREE YEARS since i’d actually hung out with this guy irl notwithstanding the times we’d seen one another in passing. E dms me and says he has something he needs to tell me and i know fucking immediately where this is going. but i humor him and let him come clean. E sends me this whole long thing about how he’s harbored a secret crush on me for 4 years. i don’t have the screenshots anymore sadly (i sent them to my friends so i’ll see if i can find em later) but the whole thing just came off as super fucking entitled and creepy. at the end of it he was like “i don’t expect anything from you, i just need to get this off of my chest.” and i just SNAPPED i was so angry. i sent him three texts bc i kept maxing the word count about how he doesn’t actually know me anymore because we haven’t actually been friends for like 3 years, he only told me his feelings to make himself feel better and that if he cared at all about me he would have gotten over it because he had years to do so, that he likes the idea of me from freshman year that he has in his head, that i’m not his manic pixie dream girl, and, vividly, “i’m not your girlfriend, i will never be your girlfriend, and now i don’t even want to be your friend” and then i told him to leave me the fuck alone and blocked him.

then i was like wow yeah that situation was creepy, but why am i so angry? and then i ended up doing some self reflection about my past relationships and realized THAT SAME NIGHT that i’m like, a huge lesbian.

speaking of men falling in love with me throwback to the last confession i got that made me SO ANGRY that i realized i was a lesbian

#so that’s how i realized i’m gay!!!#i don’t remember what exactly he said but i remember reading it to my mom and stepdad and they ALSO said it was really fucking weird so i’m #not crazy or anything. i was pretty mean in my message which i’m not proud of but he shouldn’t have been territorial over me #long post #sorry for the word wall btw lmaooo

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truglori · 4 years ago

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Homebody (Ch.5)

Summary: Amiyah is the younger sister of local drug dealer (Durkio). Shy and reserved she keeps to herself and stays out the way. But lately she began to find interest in his right hand man/ best friend (Erik Stevens). Wanting to get him to notice her she discovers that he already had her wrapped around his finger without even trying! There was only a few problems that kept her away from her fantasies , her brother that controlled almost every single breath she took and would kill anyone who looked at her that way and lastly Eriks girlfriend, Alexis , who they called the queen of the hood according to her lavish lifestyle as well as being with the next newest top boy in the making. While Alexis was his girl to the streets all Amiyah wanted to do was be his Homebody...

Pairing: Erik Stevens x Thick OC

Warning: Language, Robbery, Smoking

The smoke from the three burnt out blunts fogged the car. Erik’s head hung low as he tried to focus on the topic of discussion. Looking to his right he watched as Durk sparked a lighter to light up the fourth one and started a new rotation. Taking it from his hand Erik put the blunt to his lips and pulled. He had to admit that he was feeling high but yet nowhere near done with the session.

It was a Monday morning. Almost ten am to be exact. They were parked in Erik’s car in front of Frank’s Auto Garage. To a normal person it look like a regular place of business but it wasn’t. Durk used the shop to clean his money so he wouldn’t have anything tracing back to him. Erik glanced up and watched two corner boys walk out with a backpack each before getting into their vehicle and driving off.

“Aye man I appreciate you for coming through with this assignment. Once I get this nigga Shawn out the way I could finally do some business with the new connect.” Durk spoke before inhaling the blunt.

Nodding his head Erik slouched in his seat.

“I told you it’s nothing. Just don’t forget I’ma need one person to come with me. Someone who can watch my back.”

After going into almost two years without doing a job Erik felt a little rusty. He wanted to be certain that he could bring someone with him who could look out. Someone who he could trust that had to be skilled enough to keep up. The last thing Erik wanted was for this to go wrong and he end up in prison or even worst, dead.

If it was any other person coming to him to offer him work Erik would decline them with a quickness. This wasn’t something that he wanted to be a part of anymore. He had aspirations to become a better man. And with that, that means he had to give up the lifestyle to live a better one. But it was Durk. The man who had the opportunity to gun him down right in front of the trap house when they first met five years ago spared him. Gave him a second chance.

Erik witness Durk do way worst to people who didn’t do nearly as half as much compared to what Erik was going to commit that night. So he felt in a way obligated to come through for his best friend. There was no other option. He owe him his life.

“No doubt. Actually I got this one associate that’s in debt with me. Told him I could use his help whenever I needed him to pay me off. Heard he a shooter that don’t miss. Anybody who have your back I think it’ll be him.” Durk grinned confidently.

Erik nodded his head absorbing the information. Trusting his brother with whatever choice he went with he continue to ask him where the drop would be.

“Okay so what about this nigga Shawn. You got an address.”

Durk pulled out his burner. Going to a text message he clicked on it and passed the phone over to Erik.

He read over it. 4523 Lanely Rd. Pulling up his notes icon Erik typed in the address and saved the information. He gave the burner back to Durk. Realizing the area that it was in Erik shook his head. Nice suburban area where it was mostly Caucasian which amount to one thing. Nosy ass neighbors. It was a risk but he would just have to deal with it.

Hearing Durk sighed he studied him. His hands was rested over his eyes as he was leaned back in the chair. His boy looked stressed.

“You good?” A genuine tone came out.

“I think my sister fucking around with someone but I just don’t know who yet.”

Erik’s eyebrows lifted up. Glancing up to the ceiling as he listened carefully.

“I just really hope it’s not one of these fuck niggas. I might need yo ass for another job after this. We could rob this nigga together.”

The two chuckled.

‘Damn I can’t rob myself.’

Erik thought to himself before engaging back in the conversation.

“What makes you think she fucking with someone?” Erik curiously wanted to know. It would give him an advantage on what he should not be doing.

“Well the other night I walk in the livingroom and there she was sitting there with her titties all out, make up done like she was getting ready for a dick appointment or sum shit.” Durk replied in a stressful tone.

Daydreaming at the ceiling, Erik’s memory jogged back to her outfit from that night. He could still see the way her cleavage appeared in front of him as she sat across from him in the diner. The soft flesh looking at him. He had to control himself multiple times that night from staring at them so much. But he couldn’t with the way they would bounce a little every time she laughed.

Speaking of her smile. Erik adored that about her the most. He love how her lips curled up showing off those pretty white teeth. The way her lipgloss color made her lips appear more fuller than what they already were. The same lips that drove him crazy from the softness. If he could sit in the booth kissing her all night he would have. That was enough to satisfy him. Erik sucked in his bottom lip as if he could still feel hers on his. She just had to let him get a taste.

‘Why she let me do that?’

Erik berated himself with that question as he shook his head about his lack of self control. He felt guilty. He was the nigga who his best friend was worried about hurting his sister. Right now he was feeling like a pussy. It was like he didn’t have the balls to speak up and tell him the truth. He was feeling Amiyah.

“Why you don’t like her dating anyway? I get you trying to protect her but I mean she is 21, you can’t stop her from living bro.” Erik wanted to sound reasonable but without suspicion.

“I know she got a life to live but the fact that mine is tied up with hers don’t help.”

“What you mean?”

Durk paused glancing at his phone. “ I mean besides you I can’t trust none of these niggas man. What if whoever she talk to know that she my little sister? No telling what they’ll do to her just to get to me.”

Erik listened understanding his perspective.

“I done did some foul shit out here that I’m not proud of, you know this. This why I am what I am because if I don’t get them first then I know for damn sure they’ll try to get me. I’m just worry about Amiyah getting caught in between.”

To Erik it seem like Durk just wanted was best for his sister. To him family came first. It was important to him. He valued it and would do anything to protect the ones he love. Erik comprehend this.

“You worried she won’t be able to know who and who not to trust?”

“Every-fucking-day. That’s why I don’t want her going anywhere besides home and work. I just want the best for her.”

“You should that’s your sister. Just trust her. She not gon let you down.”

Durk looked at Erik, who gave him a sincere look. If there was anybody else he could trust with his life aside from Amiyah it was his friend. His brother. Erik.

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Amiyah leaned against the register as she wrote down her completed work assignment. Blowing the air out of her mouth she let the pen fall from her fingers and on to the counter. She was exhausted and ready to clock out and lay in her bed. Her mind began to wonder about the events that transpired over the weekend.

The last time she spoke to Erik was after he dropped her off. He sent a text asking if she made it in safely and that was it. Nothing else since then. His on and off again of inconsistency irritated her. She wanted him to be all about her just as much as she was for him. Of course under the circumstances they had to be cautious but he didn’t have to go another two days without hitting her up.

Checking the time on her Apple Watch she had an hour left before she was up and out of the boutique. She started cleaning certain areas and rehanging the merchandise back onto the racks to make time go by faster. Hearing the sound of the bell ring brought her back to reality.

“Welcome to Bella Ella’s.” She greeted them without looking up and only focusing on her task out of habit.

“Thank you. Hey girl!”

Peering in the direction of the voice she saw Alexis. She was going through the dress section. Amiyah sighed inwardly before walking over to her.

“Hi welcome back. Can I help you look for anything?” She faked a smile.

“Yes actually, I’m looking for something the same as last time just not too revealing this time. I want to tease him. You know?” Alexis sent her a smirk as she walked in front of one of the mannequins observing the clothes.

Hesitant but curious Amiyah asked her. “For another date?”

“Uh you can say something like that. It’s a surprise.” Alexis eyed her up and down.

“Well we have this ruched bodycon dress. It’s an off the shoulder long sleeve lace type of look. I think it’ll fit you. Check it out.” She handed her the dress.

Alexis put the dress up to her frame. Looking in the mirror she smiled at the choice of clothing. Shaking her head she grinned pointing her finger at Amiyah.

“See girl you get me. It’s crazy. Almost like we like the exact same thing.”

“You can say that again.” Amiyah whispered under her breath.

“Huh?”

“Oh I was just talking to myself. If you’re ready I can ring you out.”

They walked to the counter. Amiyah logged in and scanned the dress. Folding it up and putting it a bag she heard Alexis speak.

“Girl how do you do it?”

“Do what?” Amiyah answered confused.

“Work a nine to five. I mean don’t get me wrong there’s nothing wrong with it, it’s just that I personally wouldn’t do it.” She smiled.

“ I like working honestly. I get to meet new people. I have fun here sometimes. This is where I met my best friend and I get to get away from home.” Amiyah shrugged her shoulders as she spoke truthfully.

Alexis nodded slowly. “Right. So are you seeing anyone? Anybody caught your attention?”

Laughing lightly Amiyah shook her head. “No. I met this one guy and gave him my number but nothing popped off yet.” She was talking about Cane.

“Hm if that don’t work out you should let me hook you up. I know a few niggas that’ll blow ya back out and then pay ya bills after.” Alexis grabbed her bag and started to walk away.

Before she could stop herself the question came out faster than she expected. “Is that what you do?”

She stopped midway before turning back around. Her face was contorted. Sizing Amiyah up as she stepped in front of the counter.

“Bitch I do whatever the fuck I have to do to get what I want. Even if it mean that I have to fuck around here and there. It keeps my bills paid and my nails from getting dirty. Maybe I could teach you a thing or two.” She gave her one last look before she strutted out the shop.

Amiyah rolled her eyes. Taking a ‘How to get a man’ class from Alexis was the last thing on her list. Girls like her and Amiyah don’t mix too well. She just couldn’t understand how you could trade in time spent on a fake relationship just to get what you want with true happiness.

Her shift was finally coming to an end. Amiyah sent her brother a text fifteen minutes early just so he would be on time to pick her up. Looking towards the entrance her coworker Kacy was coming in to relieve her.

“Hey Kace, it was pretty much a slow day so there’s not any go-backs that you have to do. I would just try to act like you’re cleaning up. Look busy because you know Rhonda be watching the cameras.”

They both laughed.

“I know. She think she slick but go ahead and get out of here. Enjoy the rest of the day. See ya Amiyah.”

Waving goodbye Amiyah exited the boutique. There she spotted her brother waiting outside in his all blacked out Audi A4. She strolled in his direction and got in.

“Wow it’s been forever since you’ve been here on time.” She teased fastening her seatbelt.

Durk kissed his teeth as he pulled off driving to their home. “How was work?”

“Boring I do the same thing everyday.”

“So quit.” He took a quick glance at her.

She sighed irritated. “I’m not quitting my job Durk.”

“You the one who said it’s boring. Just quit.” He laughed.

Amiyah rolled her eyes. “Why? So you can keep your eyes on me 24/7. You always trying to babysit me, damn.” She snapped at him. The mood changed instantly.

Durkio’s jaw clenched as he turned looking at her with his eyes blinking rapidly.

“Babysit you? Where the fuck you get me trying to babysit you from telling you to quit-“

“I know that’s what your intentions are! Not that you care about me not liking my job but because you just want me to have to depend on you and ask you for everything!” Amiyah’s voice kept getting higher with every word.

“Miyah you already depend on me. That two thousand dollar bed that you sleeping on I brought that. Your whole bedroom set, I brought it. The apartment that you living in comfortablely without worry about having to pay one muthafuckin bill, is because of ME!”

Durkio’s hand gripped the steering wheel tightly as he parked in front of their building. He could feel his breathing began to spike as he felt himself get more agitated and angry. Getting out of the car he headed towards the entrance to avoid going any further with her.

Amiyah jumped out and followed closely behind going inside. The elevator ride going to their floor was quiet and tensed. Amiyah tried her best to not argue with her brother but she had more to get off her chest that she didn’t want to go unheard.

“You know you’re a fuckin control freak.” She slammed her purse and jacket on the couch one they made it threw the door.

Durk paused his steps from going into his room.

“How? Tell me what I do Amiyah.” He walked leaning against the counter with his hand folded over the other waiting for her to talk.

“Durk stop playing dumb. Everything that I do you have to be a part of somehow. Like the time I couldn’t take the job offer from the mall because it was ‘too far’. Or how whenever I want to hangout with Kelley you think I’m going to fuck some man-“

“That’s because you are! I know Saturday night you ain’t go out with no fucking Kelley dress the way you were. I’m not fucking stupid Amiyah.”

Amiyah got in his face. “Why would I go fuck someone and I’m still a virgin Derrick. I’m not dumb. I’m not just sleeping with any and everyone.”

Her eyes burned with tears threatening to fall.

Durk used his forearm to move her out of his space. It triggered him whenever someone would walk up to him with disrespect. He knew he would never put his hands on his sister but he didn’t want to feel the urge like he would so he gave her a light push.

“Miyah back the fuck up.” His jaws were tensed and his nostrils became flared out.

“So you can speak your mind but I can’t? I’m not your girl Durk so stop putting rules and regulations on me like I am. I wish our parents were still here so I wouldn’t have to be in this shit hole of a place you call home.”

Amiyah’s blood was boiling. She spoke without thinking. She let her emotions get to the best of her before she could calm down to try and talk to her brother like the young adults they were. But it was too late. She’d gone too far.

Durk shook his head before releasing a dark chuckle.

“You an ungrateful ass bitch, you know that?” His voice spoke lowly but loud enough for her to hear.

Amiyah looked at him in disbelief as the tears came down her face.

“I had to put my life on hold to take care of you. I put myself at risk everyday just to make sure you’re taken care of. So that you won’t have to go out there doing anything you didn’t want to do just to put food in your mouth and clothes on your back. And this how you show some fuckin appreciation?”

He looked at her confused.

“Durk I do appreciate-“

“Get the fuck out my crib.” His voice spoke coldly.

“What?” She unfolded her arms before she walked towards him.

“You heard what I said. By the time I get back you better be gone. Good luck supporting yourself with that weak ass job.”

With that being the last thing spoken to her he brushed past her shoulder and left. Amiyah waited in the same spot hoping that her brother would come back and just tell her to forget this whole argument. But he didn’t.The tears that she thought she had control of were now cascading down her face nonstop.

“What the fuck did I just do!” She scolded herself as her hands covered her face.

She walked to her room. Pushing her door opened her eyes scouted around the room taking in all of her belongings. Where would she go? What could she take? How much could she take without having a vehicle of her own?

Walking over to her bed she sat in silence. She had to think. She had to find away to get her out of the mess that she put herself in. Picking up her phone she dialed the number of the only person she could run to without judgment.

“Hey, Kelley.”

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Erik rolled up to Frank’s Auto Garage. It was time for him to go on the mission. His attire was all black to make himself easily invisible in the shadows. Getting out and walking to his trunk he popped it opened and lifted his secret compartment befor grabbing a duffel bag.

Closing the trunk behind he locked it using his key fob and walked to the front door. He banged four times doing the code knock before he was invited in. One of Durks look out men opened the door.

“Oh shit, what’s good E. You working tonight?”

Giving a silent head nod of approval Erik dapped him up.

“Ok. Well boss is in management. I don’t know what’s going on but he definitely not in the mood. Tread lightly man.”

Taking note Erik walked to the room where Durk was. When he reached it he saw him sitting at his desk talking to someone that he never seen before. Erik tapped lightly on the door making his presence known.

Durk eyes shifted up. “Erik what’s good? Why you knocking? You my brother, you know you ain’t gotta do that.”

“Didn’t wanna interrupt. What’s good? How you doing?” Erik gave him dap with a hug. When they pulled apart he looked in his eyes trying to find an answer. Durk was hiding something.

“Yeah I’m straight. But I want you to meet the person who gon be going with you tonight.” He replied quickly before walking back to his desk.

The guy that sat there quietly got up from his seat. From Erik’s view he didn’t look too much younger than him. He seen his attire matched his as he seen that the young dude already had some leather gloves and a ski mask rested on his head.

Erik gave him a fist pump. “What’s up, I’m Erik.”

“Cane. Nice to meet you bro.”

Durk watched the two interact before interrupting.

“Alright it’s almost 3am. Just got word that nigga Shawn was at the club,which should be closing now. If y’all make it to the address before him-“

“That’ll give us time to find an area to stakeout and then bum-rush him. Catch him off guard.” Cane spoke.

Durk turned to look at Erik before smirking giving him a ‘I told you’ look.

“Exactly. Listen just make sure y’all get the M and dip.” He was referring to the million dollars stashed away.

“I know how this go. Just make sure this nigga straight before we go out there. You know what you doing lil nigga?” Erik questioned Cane.

He kissed his lips. “Look man this ain’t my first rodeo and if I didn’t know what I was doing I’m sure ya boy wouldn’t be calling me.”

“Whoa nigga you owe me a solid. Don’t act like I need you.” Durk stepped in to check him.

Cane waved the two off.

“Aight I trust ya judgment Durk but if shit hit the ceiling, you bailing me out nigga.”

Durk laughed. “Nigga get fuck and go get my money.”

They dapped one last time and Erik left with Cane trailing behind him. He went up to a shelf that had multiple sets of keys sitting on it. Erik grabbed one before walking to the back. There were five different cars out there. He hit the unlock button on the key fob that led him to a dark burgundy Toyota. It was the getaway car for the night. Erik never used his own when he had to do jobs.

He opened the back door and place the duffel bag in the bag. It had two Beretta M9’s, an Ak-47, as well as a roll of duck tape and rope in case the situation went left. Erik got in the driver side. He heard Cane slipping in the passenger seat as he place the address in. It would take them 37 minutes to get there.

Glancing at the clock it was now 2:24 am which gave them plenty of time to find a place for a hideout. Entering the highway Erik and Cane rode in a comfortable silence. Cane every now and then giving Erik a quick glance over before turning his head.

Some time had past when they noticed that they were arriving in the neighborhood of the house where Shawn stayed. The houses were a few yards away from each other but Erik knew that they would still be able to hear the sound of a gun if one went off.

“If you park on this side that bush will be a blind spot. That nigga won’t be able to see us when he pull up.” Cane pointed to the area.

Erik shook his head in agreement. “I was thinking the same thing.”

Pulling into the spot Erik parked the vehicle and shut it off. The light from one of the houses landscape slightly shined in the car to make it possible for them to see each other as they waited.

“So you the infamous Erik I heard about. Ya name got some clout to it with all them licks you did when you was coming up.” Cane broke the silence.

Ignoring his comment Erik reached in the back unzipping the duffel and taking out one of the Berettas. He began to load the clip.

“I never thought I see the day where I would be doing a job with you. Heard you was one hard ass nigga”

Chuckling Erik stopped to face Cane. “What you want an autograph or something. Damn nigga you sound like a fan.”

Cane smacked his lips and then laughed.“Aight you got it. But nah I’m just showing respect to an OG.”

“I don’t look that much older than you.”

“Still one of the OG’s.” Cane showed him respect.

“I appreciate the courtesy. I heard some good things about you as well.” Erik was referring to his previous conversation with Durk.

Cane shrugged. “I do a lil sumn.”

Reaching in the back Erik pulled out the Ak-47 and handed it to him.

“So then you should be able to handle this then.” He was testing him.

“What! This is personally my favorite. This thing could make any nigga dance.”

Erik laughed watching the thrill of excitement in Canes eyes. He reminded him of himself when he was first getting started. Ready and down for everything.

The headlights of a Cadillac SUV caught their attention. It was Shawn pulling up. They watched as he hopped out the driver side.

“Heard this nigga keep one on him. You think he gon try and pull it.” Cane took the safety off of the AK. He was talking about his piece.

“I don’t give a fuck what that nigga got. He better not flinch.” Erik pulled the mask over his face. He watched Shawn walk to his passenger side and opened the door.

“Oh shit! This nigga got a bitch with him.” Cane blurted out.

“Plans don’t change. It is what it is.” Erik spoke truthfully. He had to get the job done.

Cane nodded his head and pulled his mask down. They watch Shawn walk to the front door with the girl following close by. Three minutes later the couple went inside the house.

Erik and Cane exited the vehicle making their way onto the front lawn. Staying away from the security lights they crept on the side. There was a side door that they found that lead right into the kitchen. Peaking through the crack of the blinds Erik spotted the two in livingroom sitting on the couch facing the opposite way.

“Let me pick this lock.” Cane bent down to eye level with it. It took him nothing but a minute to get it open.

Quietly Erik turned the knob and entered. Both him and Cane slowly tipped toe to the livingroom putting a gun to both of their heads. Erik had Shawn and Cane had the girl.

“If you want you and your girl to make it to see another day I suggest you to comply with my instructions and not try anything stupid.” Erik threatened as he cocked the gun.

Shawn froze in his seat as the girl next to him started to scream. Cane hopped over the couch and snatched her up by the arm.

“Bitch shut the fuck up before I put a bullet in yo head. You know what get against the wall and stare at that muthafucka.” He pushed her towards the wall.

“Y’all niggas know who I am?” Shawn finally spoke up.

“Yeah nigga. Why else you think we here? We just want the money. It’s simple.” Erik negotiated with him. He pulled him off the couch by his shirt.

“I don’t know what you talkin-“ He was interrupted by Cane hitting him in the mouth with the butt of his gun.

“Nigga quit fuckin playing with us. Run that shit.”

Erik shook his head but smirked. This was one reckless ass dude and he liked it.

The girl screamed again. Erik could hear the terror in her voice. It sounded like she was going to cry.

“You got five minutes to give us that money or you and ya bitch die. Which one is it? Yo life or some dead presidents”

Cane started to run the show and Erik let him as he sat back and watched.

“Aight nigga. It’s in the fucking safe.” Shawn spit the blood out of his mouth.

“Lead the way then bitch.” Cane pushed him and followed him to the back.

Erik was left alone with the girl who was facing the wall. From behind she had a bad ass body. Gazing over her wardrobe she was Burberry down and her fire red locks fell down her back. He kept glancing back and forth between the dark hallway and her back before Erik finally heard a few words slip out of her lips.

“Please don’t hurt me.” She pleaded.

The moment her voice reached his ears his face scrunched up. Walking up to her he turned her around to face him. Backing up he put his gun down shaking his head with disbelief.

The bitch that Shawn had with him was Alexis.

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Please excuse any mistakes! I will edit this chapter soon!

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2-cute-4-school · 4 years ago

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𝙉𝘾𝙏 𝘿𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 : 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙙𝙤𝙡 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙

@cherry-jaemin ~ Hello! Can I request a dreamies reaction to you being an idol and their best friend? Thank you!! ♡ (◕‿◕✿) ~~~ Thank you so much for your request it was really fun to write, hope you’ll like it!! :)))))

Mark Lee

he cherishes you A LOT (︶ω︶)

but i honestly see him as someone who keeps his private life private

so your close friendship is kept lowkey

but he finds time to spend time with you despite both your busy schedules even if it’s made through your phone screens :(((((

one thing he’s most grateful for is that you understand

you understand what it’s like spending hours in the practice room frustrated, you understand what it’s like constantly missing home, you understand what it’s like working nonstop with no breaks until your body forcefully gives up my heart breaks for him every damn time

you understand him

your friendship is so pure (•ˇ‿ˇ•)

like you can both be laughing your asses off one minute, mark flopping around like a fish on land

and the next one you can be having a therapy session usually consisting of wordless comfort

mark doesn’t seem an emotional person but if there’s one(1) thing that can shatter him is witnessing you on your breaking point

like you were usually the one to check up on him often and pull him away from work for a while before he drowned himself in it

so seeing you overworked and utterly exhausted made him sick

no one could convince him to leave your side for some time (⌯˃̶᷄ ﹏ ˂̶᷄⌯)ﾟ

you clung onto each other and mark softly scolded you for taking more care of him than yourself despite knowing that he’d do the same you’re like his baby he’s allowed to

other than your emotional moments you’re so playful together

‘bruh’ ‘dude’ ‘man’ - your daily vocabulary involving each other -_-

you sometimes gather in a studio and just write lyrics together or help each other with practice bonding time

basically you just vibe together so well and you’re just so grateful for each other’s presence because it eases your hectic and busy lives

you feel like a breath of fresh air to him and vice versa

Huang Renjun

friendship with him is basically clowns clowning each other 🤡

even more so since you can both joke about your shared career

he makes a tradition of reacting to your every m/v god help u he clowns you from the first second to the last

“looking a bit constipated aren’t we, y/n? i guess that hotpot didn’t sit well with you” <(￣︶￣)>

“that’s just my face when i think about u, garden troll”

*huff* *incoherent mumbles of protest*

but he secretly streams THE SHIT OUT OF YOUR M/V and forces the rest of the dreamies to watch it several times too

you watch his radio every evening and sometimes even send in cringy messages just to get a reaction out of renjun lol

so basically you’re super supportive of each other but in your own ways

imagine sleepovers ma friend that’s a wiiild ride

ghost stories, alien conspiracies, crazy theories - THE MAIN MENU

bet y’all renjun can’t sleep without someone he can hold onto after watching or talking about scary things ੧| ‾́ー ‾́ |੭

and you wouldn’t call that cuddling no, it’s more like....strangling....but with love....kinda....yeah that sure ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

on another note, you made it you personal mission to lift his confidence whenever SM doesn’t treat him right (╬ Ò ‸ Ó) y’all evil cockroaches

and renjun always promotes you subtly during his lives

“ ‘renjun can you give us a song recommendation?’ yeah sure actually there’s this song-” spoiler alert : it’s always one of your songs

one of the biggest secrets in kpop is who drew that *absolutely* gorgeous portrait of you that you proudly showed in your own live

spoiler alert x2 : it’s renjun, it’s always renjun

your friendship is really one of a kind

basically best friends lovingly clowning and supporting each other at the same time precious am i rite

Lee Jeno

jeno seems like a very comforting person to me

like he’s someone you can go and vent to about all the pressure of your career and what not

and he’d just listen to you and hold your hand tightly in his if you’re able to meet face to face, he has his own way of grounding you when everything gets hectic （＾ｖ＾）

he’s a lowkey hypeman

whenever you happen to perform at the same awards show as dream he makes sure to dance and cheer cutely for you o(≧∇≦o)

you won an award?? this man is so proud he hollers louder than your fans well basically he’s your no.1 fan soo :))))))

he always tries to shield you away from hate so it’s one of the reasons he doesn’t disclose much of your closeness lowkey protective jeno

you had an airport accident once common against idols unfortunately

lemme tell ya, jeno went NUTS (｀⌒´メ)

he’s not a confrontational person but he CAN and WILL be when it comes to you

he babies the heck out of you for the next few days :3

and once he has the occasion to turn on vlive he takes a minute to *calmly* explain that while idols love their fans, it’s not fine for fans to invade their privacy and personal space preach sister

you were also close to flipping the sasaengs’s shit up when they kept bothering keno with calls leave the man alone jeez (┛ಠДಠ)┛彡┻━┻

he always reminds you to to take care of yourself

“don’t push yourself too hard” “don’t drink too much coffee, you’ve seen what it can do to jaemin and we don’t want that now, do we?”

he often covers your dances ⌒°(❛ᴗ❛)°⌒ and nails them

“jeno you’re dancing better than me on MY OWN SONG”

“idk what you’re talking about” (＾ω＾)

overall your cheerleader and each other’s poorly read not at all paid bodyguards

Lee Haechan

“your sun is here to enlighten your life!!!!!”

“gtfo hyuck”

this man knows no privacy

he’s ruthless and he visits whenever he wants even if it means that’s on a wednesday AT 3 AM (┛◉Д◉)┛彡┻━┻

he tells you it’s because your ‘just forcefully woken up’ is the best blackmailing material

in reality it’s because he just misses you A LOT ( ⁍᷄⌢̻⁍᷅ )

this rascal is busy a lot and you’re busy a lot and so every single moment spent with you is so so precious to you both

he gets overwhelmed by this feeling of longing sometimes so he acts on instinct and just barges in wherever you are

but you can also count on him at any time

*middle of the night* *donghyuck sleepily answering his phone* *sniff* *sniff* “hyuck”

“yeah what’s wrong??? who am i beating up???? should i take johnny too???? just say the name cutie (*｀Ω´*)”

you only ended up crying about missing his cuddles

*sigh* “you only love me for my cuddles”

you once told him fleetingly that you missed breakfast and lunch

you found 2 boxes of takeout outside your apartment already paid by a certain someone i need a hyuck pls

he’s also quite vocal about your friendship and randomly mentions you

“y/n told me that i look cutest with my baby belly so unless you wanna pick a fight with them lay off gremlin” ー(￣～￣)ξ

both your dreams are to get to collab on something anything it would be heavenly for hyuck to colllab with anyone tbh

nothing can keep you 2 apart, your duo is just too strong and the world just isn’t ready for you

Na Jaemin

he’s such a warm person

he babies you but just because he wishes you’d have more time to spend with each other ( *’ω’* )

so the only way to quench his worry is texting you daily to make sure you’re alright and taking care of yourself or he’d personally do it

the way he talks about you tho (╯✧∇✧)╯ like you put the stars in the sky you did for him

“y/n is actually quite good at this game, i ate dirt when we played together”

“y/n looks so pretty in those pictures we took together” Σ(*ﾉ´>ω<｡`)ﾉ

“y/n is my favorite model end of story”

talking about his love for photography, you’re his model 80% of the time

his camera roll is filled with pictures of you every time you find enough time in both your busy schedules to meet up

he has enough to open a fanpage if he hasn’t done that already ;)

in turn you’d secretly dedicate parts of the lyrics you wrote to him

i’m telling you he would CRY hearing your sweet voice sing such beautiful words meant for him he would feel so appreciated pls ( ˃̣̣̥ω˂̣̣̥ )

he always says that he has no other friends other than his members so having you validating the strong bond he feels with you would elevate him to cloud 9 :,(((((

i can imagine you two meeting on a variety show a mess that would be

you can’t be too close in front of the cameras in order not to give the wrong impressions

but behind the scenes you’re not leaving each other’s side, chatting and clinging onto each other the entire time (≡^∇^≡)

and even on screen as long as you’re allowed to you’re attached to the hip, ALWAYS beside each other

in conclusion you’re the besties everyone is envious of and wishes to share such a precious bond with someone ∩(︶▽︶)∩

Zhong Chenle

y’all are basically the ‘you can’t sit with us’ pair -_-

another one who i think would keep your friendship private

like it is public that you two are friends but neither of you shares more about your meetups and so on

but chenle is lowkey highkey whipped

chenji making keychains for the rest of nct? +1 for y/n (/^▽^)/

surprise party for chenle’s birthday? you’re dressed as staff waiting for him to notice you after cameras are turned off he screeched so loud the entire building heard him and then proceeded to cling onto you forever

you know how chenle took jisung to him home in china? he took you with him as often as you both could afford the time to he even rescheduled a few times to make it convenient for you to come along (｡•́︿•̀｡)

he buys all versions of your albums cuz he can

going to each other’s concerts!!!!!

i can imagine you accompanying his family to the dream concert (˃̩̩̥ɷ˂̩̩̥) the same one when jeno and jaemin decided to get nakey nakey yes

you’re texting nonstop istg (◔_◔)

chenle can always be seen texting in the waiting rooms and so on

you’re his source of confidence before concert and certain schedules

also you’re probably discussing your hangout plans :))))

which often ends up in playing basketball in a park at night and then getting bored or tired and just wandering aimlessly around

you secretly record duets together unreleased unfortunately ( ب_ب )

and he teaches you how to play piano

basically your friendship is very playful and you find a comfort place in each other to remind yourselves that you’re allowed to have fun and live your lives o(*>ω<*)o

Park Jisung

i think it took quite a while to befriend him

his shyness can get the best of him sometimes it’s okay bby

but once you got hi to break out of his shell you’ve got yourself a lifelong best friend congrats (ര̀ᴗര́)و ̑̑

he shows his caring nature through small acts

texts you good luck and encourages you before award shows

becomes your dramatic weatherman

literally glitches if you ever have even a *slightly* sexy concept

“how did you like the dance, jisungie?”

“i-uh...um...it was...yeah...it was really uh *coughs* *clears throat* it was NICE, yeah...nice” (๑ּగ⌄ּగ๑)

ofc he *absolutely* loved it, he just respects you and looks up to you too much to make any further commentary

you coach each other through dance routines :3

you never fail to calm down and give confidence to jisung whenever his nerves get in the way

jaemin actually specifically asked you to look after jisung during his hiatus

jisung’s TMI’s sometimes involve you (´ㅂ`๑)

“today’s tmi? i started working on a surprise for you czennies...and i got help from a very talented performer”

the surprise was a dance cover choreographed and performed with you that was the death of your fandoms ੧| ⊗ ▾ ⊗ |୨

you can be considered childhood friends so you understand each other with little to no words spoken

that’s why everyone loves your ‘partners in pure crime’ friendship

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juminsmysticmc · 4 years ago

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I'm so sorry that you are sad. Honestly I was suprised that request are open for so long... So I will request! Can I have RFA + minor trio (i'm so happy that i don't have to choose one part this time, i love almost everyone) who was forced by her family to have job like lawyer or doctor but she dreamed about being a writer since she was very young? Thank you and don't be sad about lack of requests. I'm sure thatbin short time you will again have tons of them

RFA + Minor Trio with a Mc who was forced to do high sociality jobs instead of becoming an author

Thank you, yeah, they were open for a pretty long time, the likes and reblogs also went down a bit, I believe that I was gone for too long, ups.

But I will catch up!

Your words made me happy! Thank you for your support!

Jumin

,,I look up to you, my love,’’ Jumin praised you in your shared bedroom as you faced each other.

Your head was resting on his warm chest as you could hear his heartbeat.

,,Why?’’ you asked him, curious about what he would say next.

,,You achieved so much. You studied medicine and are a professor at such a young age, saving other people’s lives, it’s really amazing, you know?’’ he asked you, smiling down at you as you stayed silent for a few moments.

,,You think so? Because I always wanted to become an author. I can’t think of a time in my childhood in which I wasn’t thinking about a story. I only began to write them down way too late. I didn’t even get the chance to ask a publisher to look at them,’’ you whispered sadly, and Jumin could hear it.

,,Why didn’t you do that then?’’ he asked you, now patting your back.

,,I was forced to. My mother, gosh, it was such a hard time. That’s why I don’t have a good relationship with her.

She burned all my writings, forced me to go to the school she wanted, all because she wanted me to have a good stable job; a job with money, contacts to marry into a rich family, to marry another doctor, and open my own hospital.

Because she came from a medical family, I had to do the same.’’ you sighed.

,,Then… just resign, I will call a publisher tomorrow. You don’t need to worry about money. I already told you once… just put yourself above everyone else… if you want to become a writer, I will open that possibility for you… I will protect you, even in front of your mother,’’ Jumin whispered and held you tighter in his arms while you began to fall asleep with your heart at ease...

Zen ( this one was kinda hard cause, like everyone else knows, I always try to stick to the original story line and MC is his manager after they become a couple so…)

,,I’m so proud of you,’’ Zen laughed as he kissed you.

You just resigned your position as a lawyer, all because you were going for your own carrier.

,,Thank you, Zenny,’’ you mumbled and gave him a kiss on his cheek.

,,You motivated me to not do what my family wants. Thanks to you, I’ve realized that even if that was a stable job, nothing can beat doing something you love,’’ you laughed.

Zen knew that you were very brave and that it took you a lot of strength.

But luckily, you saved a lot of money in your years as a lawyer so every single door was open to you.

,,ARE YOU CRAZY?!’’ someone screamed when you just returned in front of Zen’s door.

,,YOU BARELY KNOW THIS MAN! WHAT CAN HE GIVE YOU?! NOTHING! HE WILL TAKE ALL YOUR MONEY!’’ your mother screamed at you.

,,Mother, I have enough of my own. So does Zen and we already talked about this. Besides, no one is saying that I won’t keep making money anymore,’’ you told her calmly, making your boyfriend even prouder.

,,Ah! And what do you intend to do? So you think that you will write something and someone else will make a book out of your crap?’’ she asked you, laughing at your idiotic idea, or so she thought.

,,No,’’ you laughed.

,,I will work as his manager and while I am doing so, I will write my own book, my steps, and a script for a movie. Everything is already set, mother,’’ you smiled and pulled Zen.

,,One day, we will be able to talk like a mother and a daughter, but until then, stay healthy,’’ you lastly said and then closed the door behind yourself.

Yoosung

As you helped Yoosung, he realized more and more that you taught him with a bit of bitterness.

Of course, humans and animals were different, but you noticed that there were a few basics you could help him to remember.

One day, Yoosung finally found enough strength to ask you about it.

,,Mc, do you like your job?’’ he asked you, a bit nervous even though you two had been together for such a long time.

You answered with a short, ,,no’’ and then you smiled.

,,I hate it. I wanted to become a writer. I put all my hope into it and lost. My parents were pretty strict and they still are. I had to become a doctor and I couldn’t change that. And so, here I am, with the most wonderful job, saving human beings, without actually enjoying it,’’ you told him and laid back on your chair.

,,And why do you keep doing it?’’ he asked you.

Well, that was a good question. You really had no idea...why…?

,,Let’s do it like this! Work on your books, on whatever you want to write. Write whenever you have time and once I have the job, you can resign yours! I will make your dream come true. You just have to go through it for a little while longer,’’ he smiled at you, actually making you tear up.

,,Yoosung, I’m so happy that I met you back then,’’ you laughed in tears and kissed him with all your love.

Jaehee

Back then, when Jaehee gave you the key, she never thought that this could be a harder fight than she imagined.

As a banker, one of the most known in Korea, you however, knew what you were talking about.

But something felt off.

And Jaehee, even though she didn’t like it, began to understand while you supported her so much with doing what she loved.

You were probably going through the same.

,,We need these credits and you need to fill out that page and sign here, these papers,’’ you told her, with the most monotone voice you ever had.

,,You don’t look as if you enjoy this. I’m sorry that you have to do this for us…’’ she mumbled.

In the next moment, you smiled at her. ,,Don’t worry, Jaehee. this just isn’t my favorite job, that’s why. I just don’t like my job, it has nothing to do with you,’’

This made her feel even more uncomfortable.

,,Mc, why don’t you do the same as me… I mean, I thought that we would do this together, but seeing you so busy… is that really something you want to do?’’ she asked you, more nervous than before.

Currently, Jaehee was questioning all her decisions.

Was it the right decision to leave Jumin’s company and open a shop with a stranger she kind of felt attracted to?

,,I’ll find a solution,’’ you smiled and stroked her arm.

,,I have to wait until we are finished with the preparations or else our money will be cut off and we won’t be able to do anything. Then, when this coffee shop is up and running, I will write a book about how to make it work, give out information without wanting money for it, and just helping people,’’ you smiled, your eyes looked even warmer now.

,,You- oh my, my head, what was I thinking? Of course, what you’re saying makes so much sense,’’ she laughed.

,,Let’s do this. I will support you with all my heart,’’ she smiled and signed the paper you needed from her.

Saeyoung

,,I’m home,’’ you called as you rushed inside and took off your shoes.

Saeyoung rushed to your side as he helped you to take off your jacket.

,,How was your day, my dear?’’ he said.

You were shocked to see your fiancé in a dress with fake hair.

,,What the heck are you doing?’’ you laughed as you kissed him.

,,Since you weren’t home, I had to play the madam of the house,’’ he acted.

,,In short, he had to act like an idiot,’’ Saeran said and rolled his eyes as your friends, the other members of the RFA laughed.

Yes, carefree days finally came.

,,How was work?’’ Zen asked you.

,,Please, no, don’t let me begin! I hate it! Being a judge for teenagers is just so… Ah, I can’t take it anymore! I’m pissed and I don’t want to do it anymore,’’ you said and drank some water.

,,Why?’’ Jaehee asked you. You were doing a good job, why did you think like that?

,,Because I don’t want to take children from their parents anymore. I’m sick and tired of it,’’ you answered.

,,If they get neglected…’’ Saeyoung answered, this time being serious. He knew what he was talking about.

You looked at him. You understood his point, but…

,,It’s not fair to judge by things you hear or experience yourself. Sometimes, there are good parents who lose their children, you know?’’ you warned him.

But you already knew that Saeyoung put an end to all of this, even though you didn’t like the way he did it, just like he did it for Zen back then when he posted a short chapter of your book and made a lot of publishers come to you.

As a little thank you, he said back then.

And even though you didn’t like the method he used, you were thankful to him and were happy.

If someone wants to see a oneshot out of this HC please comment below or send me a message ( anon works out too ) I want to hear your opinions.

Saeran

You laid down on your couch when you turned your head around to read the time.

Once again, it was 3 am.

Saeran walked over to you without you noticing him and hugged you from behind.

,,You’re still not sleeping?’’ you asked him and nuzzled your face into his neck, inhaling Saeran’s scent.

,,Jumin needed help with something and I had to finish it,’’ he lied. He waited for you but he would never tell you. The thing he worked on wasn’t even that important.

He just wanted to see you, because as a politician, you two barely had time for each other.

It was funny. He hated politicians, his ,,father’’ at first, but you… you were different.

You were fighting for something.

And he knew that if it wasn’t for him, you would have given up this job a long time ago.

,,You know, if you want to do something else, do it… you don’t have to stay in that position just for me,’’ he mumbled as he stroked your hair.

,,It’s okay. We need to save Saeyoung. I don’t want to get revenge, but I want everyone involved to get what they deserve. You know, back then I never would have thought that the job my father forced on me would someday help you. I always hated him and myself for not being able to change it. But as soon as we win this fight, I will finally realize my dream and write a book about our life. What happened to you and Saeyoung should go public and I will fight for it!’’ you told him.

He hugged you and took you in his arms, carrying you to your shared bed.

,,We should pay our respect to your father and visit him over the weekend,’’ he whispered and waited for your answer, but you already fell asleep.

,,Thank you, Mc,’’ he whispered before he also fell asleep.

Jihyun

,,I never thought that in the two years I wasn’t around you, you would actually change your job. I’m happy that now you’re able to do what you always wanted to do,’’ Jihyun praised you.

,,Yes, thank you. I never liked working in a hospital, although I grew with the job.

But today, writing about all these things helped me.

And I finally showed my parents that a writer can also be something to look up to,’’ you smiled as you watched your daughter Lucy.

,,Did you ever speak to them again?’’ he asked you.

Your parents and his father didn’t come to your wedding; that was why only the RFA came.

It was kind of sad that the only true friends you guys had were the RFA, but everyone else weren’t really people you would call friends.

,,No, well, having a daughter going from being a surgeon to being an author is something to feel disappointed about, apparently,’’ you laughed sadly.

,,I will never ever forbid Lucy to do anything she loves,’’ you said and then looked over to Jihyun.

He nodded and agreed with you.

Your husband hugged you and kissed your cheek, he had to think about the time he first saw that you actually published something. He could only imagine how hard that time must have been for you.

He was also kind of sad that he wasn’t there with you. Jumin told him later that he actually supported you a lot without even telling you because he knew that you would have never accepted his help.

But from now on, he would be there and support you.

For you, and for the sake of his family and friends.

Vanderwood

One day, when Vanderwood was cleaning up after the two of you moved in, he saw a box.

The box, which was standing in the middle of a room, was getting on his nerves so much that the long haired man decided to throw it away, thinking that it was nothing but trash in there.

However, he soon realized that he had been horribly wrong.

The box slipped out of his hands and a lot of papers fell out.

,,Huh?’’ he asked himself as he picked one up, the words “chapter one” written on it.

One by one, Vanderwood sorted the papers and actually noticed that three whole books were inside the box as single pages.

Just when Vanderwood was at chapter six of one of the books, you entered, the cleaning session long forgotten when you arrived.

,,What is that?’’ you asked him when you saw that he actually read something from your books.

,,You should tell me, don’t you know that that’s against the copyrights? I mean, you are a lawyer, you should know that-’’ Vanderwood quickly stayed silent when he saw your tears.

,,I can hide this scandal, you know?’’ he whispered.

But he was totally wrong.

,,I wrote it years ago. Back when my father lost a trial because of a lawyer. At that time, he forced me to become one too to get revenge.

And so I had to give up on my books,’’ you told him.

,,But your father died! Who cares?! Change jobs!’’ he said, a bit louder.

,,With what money should we pay for the appartnemnt with… and the food?’’ you asked him and laughed. He seemed to forget that he still didn’t have a job and that you were the only one with an income.

,,We will manage. I will make it come true,’’ he told you, and indeed, Vanderwood made everything you wished for come true.

You didn’t know how, and he asked you to not ask about his methods, but your books were published. You could work as an author and could give up what you didn’t enjoy and he was actually working as your manager.

,,I told you to clean the keyboard twice a day!’’ he hissed while you smiled at him.

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twink-appreciation-posts · 4 years ago

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Girls - Spencer Reid x Reader

chapter seven of “all bets are off”

your night out with the ladies of the BAU isn't actually too bad

warnings: uhh drinking? this is a pretty sfw chapter but um. trust me when i say i have PLANS for next chapter. if you liked chapter 6 then boy oh boy. also i gay 4 emily <3

The rest of the night was a bit of a blur, you remembered whining to Spencer about the ‘girls night’ that you were being told to attend, you remembered him rubbing your shoulders as you took a bath. But the one thing you remembered in full clarity?

You remembered him leaving.

You had insisted that he could stay. You told him it was late. It had already happened once, what was the big deal? But he said that he should get home, said you should just get some sleep and that he’d see you Monday. You remembered feeling upset for seemingly no reason as you fell asleep.

When you woke up and checked your phone you saw 3 more messages from Garcia.

‘Do you think ignoring my texts in gonna work?’

‘I’ll have Emily drag you out of your apartment if it comes to that’

You typed out your reply, yawning. ‘Garcia, my love, you know I adore you, but tonight is really not gonna work for me.’

She replied instantly. You sighed. The quick responses were not a good sign. Once Garcia had her heart set on something it became almost impossible to say no.

‘Make it work :( pleaseeeeeeeeeeeee?’

After half an hour of back and forth you sent the text of defeat. ‘Okay. Okay. Fine. I’ll see you guys there.’

‘YES!! I knew you’d come around!’

‘Also, I know I said girls night, but JJ and I decided to invite Spencer’

‘He’s seemed a little off lately and I don’t think he gets out much sooooo’

‘Plus he’s essentially one of the girls!’

Your head was already spinning. Could the situation get any worse? You couldn’t back out now, that would be ultra suspicious. But why would Spencer agree to come if he knew you’d be there? Well, you assumed there were two options. Either he wanted to torment you, which wouldn’t have surprised you, or he had also fallen victim to the curse of Garcia’s persistence. Oh well. At this point, you had resigned yourself to the fact that you were probably the most unlucky person in the universe.

When eventually for out of bed and looked in the mirror you nearly scared yourself. Deep purple bruises were scattered over your neck and collar bone. Spencer had been right, makeup wouldn’t be able to fully cover the damage he had done. You opted to worry about it later, hopping into the shower.

The rest of your day until the evening was normal. Relaxed. Mostly filled with you mentally preparing yourself for what was sure to be an interesting night.

When the time came around to address the issue at hand you did your best. Green concealer covered with foundation and even more concealer. The works. It didn’t cover it completely, but you were just praying that the low light at the bar would do the rest of the work for you. You debated texting Spencer before you saw him again but you weren’t sure what you’d say, so you grabbed your keys and drove to the bar.

When you got there JJ and Garcia were waiting outside.

“There she is!! The girl who made me beg.” Garcia hugged you tightly.

You laughed. “Your persuasive powers never cease to amaze me.”

“Well, threes a crowd, we should head in. The other two can meet us inside.” JJ smiled. You agreed, following her into the building.

“So,” you said casually as you all ordered drinks, “who’s idea was it to invite the doctor?”

Garcia looked at JJ, who rolled her eyes. “It was just a suggestion. Garcia jumped on it.”

You nodded. You had kept your drink order pretty mild, not wanting to get shitfaced with your coworkers while the guy you had fucked the previous night was with you. Your friends didn’t share the sentiment, buying a few rounds of shots. A few minutes later Emily arrived and you soon found yourself out on the dance floor with her, giggling. “Have I ever told you how fucking gorgeous you are?” You asked her over the music. She laughed.

The night was going swimmingly. You were just the right amount of tipsy, the girls were always fun to hang out with. You had almost forgotten about Spencer. Almost.

“So, y/n, have you had any action lately?” Garcia asked you, wiggling her brows.

“Why are you asking me?” You questioned, eyes wide.

“We saw your pictures on Instagram with that guy!” JJ teased. You flushed.

“He’s just a friend!” You insisted. The girls didn’t look like they’d bought it.

“Here, I’m gonna go get another drink.” You rolled your eyes, chuckling. “You guys can keep placing your bets about my sex life.”

You wandered away towards the bar, deciding to order something a bit stronger. “Wow,” you heard a voice say from behind you. “Not skimping out on the drinks, huh?”

You turned around, eyebrows raised. “For your information, I’ve been pacing myself quite well all night. But thank you for your concern, Spencer.” He smiled at you. Fuck, maybe it was the drinks, but he looked good. “You’re late. Busy night?” You prodded.

He shook his head. “I wanted to give you girls time to party before I came and ruined the night.” He joked.

“You’re not planning on pulling anything tonight, are you?” You questioned him.

“I’ve already ruined enough of your weekend, don’t you think?” He exhaled. “But you do look good. I guess you should just hope you learned your lesson last night. Don’t try anything that’ll get you in trouble.”

“SPENCER!” JJ was running up to you both, the other two woman trailing behind. “You made it!” She hugged him and you turned back towards the bar, grabbing your drink.

“We must’ve missed you coming in!” Emily smiled.

Spencer fidgeted with his hands. Did he look almost... nervous? “I’m still not quite sure why you invited me, but thanks.”

“We invited you because you need to party more! Live a little, handsome.” Garcia explained.

Everyone ordered more drinks, and as sobriety abandoned your bodies, conversations began to become more lively.

“So, y/n, if you want us to believe that the fine gentleman that you took those pictures with is just a friend, then would you like to explain the hickeys on your neck?” JJ whisper-yelled to you, poking your neck a bit.

“You can see those?” You gasped.

“Makeup can’t cover everything!” Garcia chimed in.

You locked eyes with Spencer, who just observed as your friends pushed your hair behind your shoulders to better examine you.

“Damn, girl, those are dark. He must’ve been an animal.” Emily shoved you gently.

“Who said it was a he?” You teased.

Emily raised a brow. “Hey, I don’t judge.” She smiled knowingly.

“But, if you guys are really curious..” you locked eyes with Spencer. “I guess I’d say it was a good night.”

“Tell us more!” Garcia begged. “I wanna live vicariously through you, you sexy little minx.”

You looked over at Spencer again. “Oh don’t mind him!” JJ grinned. “He’s one of the girls, remember?”

“I can leave if you’re uncomfortable,” Spencer added. You glared at him.

One of the girls, huh?

“Well, I don’t really know what to say besides I was in a decent amount of pain when I woke up this morning. Honestly my thighs still hurt as we speak.” You swore you saw Spencer smirk. What? Was he proud or something? Better take him down a notch. “Not the best I’ve ever had though. Just because it lasted awhile doesn’t mean it was good.”He narrowed his eyes at you and you refused to meet his gaze.

“Aw, that’s disappointing.” Garcia pouted.

“There was one kinda interesting thing, though.” You hesitated. Were you ready to play this game again?

“Spill!”

You gulped down the drink in your hand. “The guy, was uh, really into being called daddy.” You made sure to say the last part dramatically.

You could see the interest in everyone’s eyes peak. “Oh wow, I’ve never done that type of stuff before. Was it hot?” JJ questioned curiously.

“I’ve never seen you as the type of girl to go around calling guys daddy,” Emily added.

“Lots of people are into things you wouldn’t expect. According to some studies, around 57% of women enjoy rougher or more degrading sex.” Spencer piped up. Everyone turned to him.

“This guy really does know everything.” Emily laughed.

As the night progressed people continued to drink. You and Spencer kept throwing glances towards each other. At some point he even found his way next to you, a hand casually brushing up against your thighs. You flirted a bit, perhaps getting a few free drinks from some men at the bar, but nothing too crazy. You felt a certain someone's eyes boring into the back of your skill throughout it all, though, and you'd be lying if you said you hadn't oversold it a bit to piss him off. It wasn't your fault that he was so easy to mess with.

Emily pulled you aside, yelling over the music. “Do you think JJ has a thing for Spencer?” She asked you.

“Huh? No. No, I don’t think so. She’s just drunk.” You laughed uncomfortably. Not that it mattered to you if JJ was into Spencer. But, she wasn’t. For sure.

You glanced over at the pair, Spencer was laughing about something she said and she was practically in his lap. You caught yourself pouting and shook your head, snapping out of it. “They’d be cute together,” Emily commented. You just nodded in response.

After awhile Spencer and JJ approached you. He was holding her up, supporting her. Your head reminded you of him doing the same to you last night. But that was different. You had gotten to fuck him. He was just being nice to a drunk coworker. It was different.

“I think I’m gonna take her home,” Spencer explained. “She’s pretty, uh,” He motioned to her with his free hand.

“I’m fine.” JJ insisted. “I’m perfectly okay!”

You laughed. She was smacked, but so was Garcia, who approached the group as well. “We should do this way more often!” She exclaimed. “Oh, y/n, come dance with me!” And then you were being dragged out to the dance floor.

When you made your way back to Emily you looked around. “Where did they go?”

“Didn’t you hear Spencer? He took JJ home. Probably for the best, the girl could barely stand. I love her. She knows how to party.”

You felt a tinge of disappointment. Nothing had happened between you and Spencer, which was good, you reminded yourself. It was a good thing.

After the rest of you sobered up by the early morning you drove home, saying your goodbyes.

You waltzed back into your empty apartment, wondering what Spencer was doing. Was he asleep? Yeah. Probably. You decided you should be too.

Tomorrow morning at work would be interesting for more than one reason, and you were gonna be hungover as hell. Your eyes closed, head still spinning. You pushed down your disappointment and groaned. The last thing you wanted to do was waste another night thinking about Spencer. Yes, the sex had been good, but it was unprofessional and incredibly unsustainable. You had to let it go.

God, since when had your personal life gotten so interesting?

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