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aresrl · 3 years ago

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I hihi I am!!! A little nervous w/ doing this bc I've never done this b4 so please bear🐻 w// me💦 May I request a match up? A vision, a romantic partner and maybe a friend and/or enemy? If that's too much feel free to just assign me a vision + partner, ehe/// Preferably male for a romantic match-up, but either gender is fine with a friend and enemy match-up^^ I tried to be as detailed as possible but I think I ended up just ranting, so im v v sorry if it's long! I sort of fluctuate when it comes to being an introvert/extroverted. W// strangers and irl, I'm very introverted and shy!! Rarely speak and if I do it's just the usual "Hi how are you? That's good. I'm good too, thank you for asking:)" yeayea I'm not too. Keen on social interaction irl. But I always do my best to be very nice!! I never wanna come off as mean bc wow what a bad first impression that would be. But with friends / ppl ik online?? Whew I am very very friendly n chatty ^^ Either very high energy or very chill, there's rarely any inbetween. Sometimes I like to jokingly tease my friends but I'd never go too far / make them uncomfortable!! And if I do I always apologize right away!! I like to say that I'm affectionate?? My strongest love language is def physical affection, if not quality time. Idk man there's just something about vibing with someone or hugging them that just aaaaa/// Although I usually display affection w// words of affection bc. Literally most of my friends are online friends so I can't actually hug them, sad times. Idk if this is needed/important info but I just remembered: I'm 5'6 around??? Need glasses bc. Whew i am blind (near sighted), I'm poc (specifically black) anndd, hm. Actually I think thats it for this section, aha. As you can see I'm, not really all that organized. Also I don't have the best attention span - while writing this I'm circling between 4 different apps - and I'm a bit of a mess. And also a little stupid. Just a smidge dumb. But I have my moments - I solved like. 2 puzzles in Inazuma by myself so I think that counts for something. I also find that I tend to talk a whole lot when I have an idea or smthn to say abt a thing I'm super interested in!! That's info-dumping. I info dump. Yes. I also really like to listen to other people talk abt things they like!!!! Its so nice :) I'm protective over people I care about!! I've never done it but 100% would bark at someone who messed with someone close to be. Arf arf yaknow. I tend to he impulsive. I'll do something, and be all "YEAH>:D" and then regret it later. And then I'll do it all over again in a fun little cycle :) I consider myself an optimist, but quickly turn into a pessimist whenever it concerns myself. Fun funfun. Should probably mention that I am. A very insecure person w/ dangerously low self esteem, which is super fun esp when you mix that with the fact that I'm rarely ever motivated to improve. Yayayay Also sort of a pushover?? Like most often than not I'll be convinced to do something, even if I'm not too keen on doing it. Also afraid of confrontation when it comes to my friends and strangers (that is, if it's concerning me!! I'll order smthn for my friend but if I need to order for myself?? uhh stutter time aha). I'm also a mega simp ahah! Srsly though if I fall for someone/get infatuated with someone I. Will be so obvious abt it even though I try very hard not to be. Would gush over that person probably. I don't really like mean people tbh. Like yes I'll be nice and civil with them but!!! I cannot stand!!! Rude people!!! Esp when they're mean for no reason like sir??? maam??? homie??? chill pls ty<3 People who aren't necessarily mean, but moreso have bastard energy and are just really "hehe>:D" but playfully are p poggers tho!!! I think I get along with kids!! I have a little sister,, around like. Nine? And we get along really well!! I also try and match a kid's energy whenever I'm tasked with looking after them. I take pride in the fact that kids like me >:].... even if they sometimes scare me-- Ok, interest time!!

I like art!! Quite a bit!! Less of a realistic artist and more of a cartoonist!! Idk there's just something fun abt drawing cartoons, hehe. I also like self ships - I have quite a bit of them, actually ! Idk its comforting drawings your fictional crushes loving you idkidk. I like writing too! Both original stories, and one-shots or personal fics that are associated with already created media!! Writing character backstories and personalities and stuff is also fun too! I've even made my own fictional world with a full fledged backstory n everything! It's very fun to think about. I'm a day dreamer!!! Yea remember when I said I write stories? I day dream abt potential stories even more. Mmm daydream world so nice so warm so fun I read aswell!! Mostly fantasy books, or stories where animals are the protagonists. Think Warrior Cats. But my favorite book series has got to be Guardians of Ga'Hoole. Fantasy owl books, anyway! X Readers are also things I enjoy reading :) Again, s I m p Also gaming!!! Is something fun I do sometimes!!! Although it's usually Genshin Impact, or Wii Sports/Resort w// my little sister. Oh, also pokemon! I rlly like Primarina, Vaporeon, Sylveon and Vulpix/Ninetails! I absolutely adore sweet foods, and baking is smthn I'm def interested in! Don't like foods w// weird textures though, like beans or mashed potatoes. Also I. Love spice so much. Mmm love it when my mouth burns so bad. Don't have a favorite animal but I've had three cats in my lifetime (btw not important but my current cat is named Sylvester and. He's my baby boy) so I am. A very big cat fan. Probably not needed but I really like sword and claymore characters. Literally all of the characters I main are either sword or claymore users. Although I did get Diona, so I miiight start forcing myself to learn how to aimmm. I see that I tend to like people/characters that are a little more extroverted than me. Upbeat, happy type beat!!! Nice sunshine babies, :) I think thats it! I hope this was good enough? Again, first time doing this (at 2am nonetheless) so forgive me if I got too rambly or did anything wrong ^^ Thank you for taking the time out of your day to read this! And I hope your day is good / you had a good day, depending on when you read this, ehe!

Hey! Sorry if the wait has been long! I also love Warrior Cats (I promise myself, one day I'll finish it.)

You received... A Pyro vision! Optimistic, enthusiastic, impulsive, reckless, and a lot of energy are the general characteristics held by the Pyro vision. • I hesitated between the Pyro and Hydro vision, but your energy distinguishes you from the Hydro vision. • You said you were impulsive, always doing something you might regret later but still doing it. • You react quickly: as you said, if somebody hurt someone you love, you won't think twice before barking. Your partner would be... Xingqiu! “This feeling was unexpected.” • At first, you were just friends, and Xingqiu really loved to tease you. Actually, you both teased each other. But eventually, a feeling of love towards you grew into Xingqiu. And that was reciprocated. • Your relationship is filled with teases, jokes, and good/funny moments where you mostly share what you commonly appreciate. • He also knows when to get serious: for example, he does everything to support you during your moments of struggle concerning your self-esteem. Your friend would be... Childe! “Luckily, I'm here!” • You two also share funny moments, especially during situations where your “stupidity” is overtaken by his insight. • Sometimes, he finds you cute. • He likes the fact that you get along well with kids. It leads you to great moments with him and his siblings. • You're quite the opposite in terms of self-esteem. I think it's a good thing because it makes you complementary. Your enemy would be... Albedo! A misunderstanding. • You wouldn't hate each other, but I think Albedo wouldn't like the way you use your energy, and when you're more in a chill mood (meaning you're more available for him to talk), he could get pissed at how much times he'd have to repeat himself for you to understand something. • He's very patient, but he understood quickly that his interests would maybe not be within your reach. • You would just be too different. Worth to mention • You and Venti are like drama queens in Mondstadt. You are good friends. But you both know that you can't be more, as it would eventually both drag you down (because of similar problems). • Klee is also your best friend: both of you share decisions that you definitely will regret later. Or maybe not. • Hu tao and you are kinds of silently competing over who's the best tease, and she beats you. My goal is definitely not achieved. I hope I can catch up tomorrow. And don't worry, it was surprisingly good for a first description!

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quickspinner · 5 years ago

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Motorcycle Fairy Part 2

Part 1 | Part 3

I was planning on just a two part story, but it’s gonna be three. Motorcycle Fairy isn’t on AO3 yet, I’ll post it as a chapter of I’ll Never Not Know You when all the parts are complete.

It was a really nice day, Luka reflected as he sat on the bench outside of the shop, playing his guitar. The remains of his lunch sat beside him. He let his eyes fall closed, lost in the music, enjoying the breeze that ruffled his hair.

“Luka!”

Luka jumped slightly, the song cutting off inelegantly. He looked up and saw Marinette standing there with her hands over her mouth and an expression of horror. “I’m so sorry,” she gasped. “I just—we were listening and it was so pretty, and then I saw your face and I was surprised—I didn’t mean to interrupt you!”

“Marinette!” Luka scrambled to his feet and shrugged out of the strap of his guitar. “Hey, how’ve you been? Oh, uh, don’t worry about it, I’m just on my break and I was just messing around, you really didn’t interrupt anything.”

She relaxed a little, her shoulders coming down from her ears and her hands coming down from her mouth, and his attention was much too focused on that mouth when she spoke again. “It sounded great, though, what you were playing.”

“Well...thanks,” he grinned, moving his gaze quickly back up to her eyes. “Glad to see you back. I saw the helmet on your Instagram, by the way, it looked sick.”

“I’m surprised you remember me,” Marinette hunched her shoulders slightly again. She had on shorts today, pink with a white flowy top, and her hair done in pigtails, like in the picture she’d shown him, only longer.

“Of course, your art was really fantastic,” Luka said, not even really knowing what he was saying. “I really wanted to see the finished picture so I’ve been following your Instagram, and you had a lot of cool stuff on there, so...yeah, I remembered.” God, just kill him.

“Ah, yes, my little Marinetta is so talented,” said the older woman standing beside her, putting her hands on Marinette’s shoulders and squeezing. “The new helmet was a lovely surprise.”

Marinette beamed up at her. “Luka, this is my grandmother Gina Dupain. Grandma, this is Luka, he’s the one who helped me out last time.”

“Pleasure to meet you, Mme Dupain,” Luka offered his hand.

“Call me Gina,” the grey haired woman smiled, shaking it. “Well, we won’t disturb your break, my dear, we just came to do a little shopping. I am taking my little Marinetta to Le Mans with me.” Gina put her arm around Marinette’s shoulders and smiled at her affectionately. “We need to get her some equipment so that my fairy will be safe and comfortable for the ride.”

“I’m actually just about due back, so let me clean up here and I’ll meet you inside.” Luka smiled at Marinette, trying to pretend his heart wasn’t trying its best to escape his chest. “We’ll get you all set.”

The ladies went inside and Luka scrambled to clean up the rest of his lunch quickly. He zipped up his guitar, reminding himself to breathe. He was at work and there was no way he was going to let the butterflies in his stomach keep him from doing his job. He rubbed his hands on his jeans, blowing out a slightly frustrated breath. Sure she was cute and sweet and talented and he’d maybe been nursing a small (maybe not so small anymore) crush since she came in the first time and maybe he’d daydreamed once or twice about what he’d do or say if she ever came in again, but this was his job and this was real life and Michel trusted him to not screw this up, so he was going to go in there and at least pretend that he had himself together.

She was the same girl who had knocked over his displays and chattered nervously the last time she was here. Before he knew that in addition to being cute and sweet, she was a video game champion, a creative genius who rubbed elbows with rock stars, and a savvy marketer for her fashion business. On top of that she still made time to decorate cookies with her dad, promote her friends’ accomplishments, and plant trees for community projects.

Not that he’d been stalking her social media or anything. He just...followed her. And noticed when she put up new things. She was just so interesting and her projects were amazing...

Luka shook his head at himself and picked up his guitar. Okay. I can get through this without sounding like a stalker or a perv.

Michel was already talking to Gina when Luka made it inside. “—and my Marinetta says your boy was so kind to help her last time,” Gina was saying. “And that you had a bigger stock of materials for women than the other shops she visited.”

“Yes ma’am,” Michel nodded with grave politeness. “It’s certainly our goal to make sure we have everything our customers need—all our customers.”

“I will have to let my club know about this place,” Gina remarked.

“And with those words, your grandma just won Michel’s heart forever,” Luka leaned over Marinette’s shoulder to murmur. She giggled, and he grinned. “I’ll be right back, just let me drop my guitar in the back.”

“Take your time,” she said, reaching up to pat his shoulder. “We’re not in a hurry.”

Luka blushed all the way to the back, and felt like a fool for it. Thankfully Jean was nowhere in sight. Luka suspected Michel had sent him on break as soon as the women walked in. He stashed his guitar and practically jogged back to the front of the store.

“Okay, I’m all yours,” he said, hopefully not too breathlessly, and wanted to kick himself. “What can I help you find?” he tried instead.

“Oh, um…” Marinette glanced at Gina, but she was still talking to Michel. “Um, well I have a helmet, but Grandma said I needed riding boots? And glasses. And a jacket with padding?”

“Okay, we can do that,” Luka smiled. “Boots are probably easiest, we only have a few kinds for women, so there’s not as much to pick from. We have about eight thousand different kinds of glasses,” he rolled his eyes but grinned back at her when she giggled. “Should we wait for Gina, or…”

Marinette shook her head. “It’s fine, she’ll come find us. She’s very chatty, so she might be a while.”

“Okay, then, right this way,” he touched her arm with the tips of his fingers and indicated the direction with his other hand. “So, Le Mans, huh?”

“Yes, Grandma’s club is racing and she said she has to—how did she put it—” Marinette put her nose in the air and said in an affected Italian accent, “Nonna Gina will teach these young idiots why they should respect their elders!”

Luka laughed a little harder than he should have as he gestured toward the shelf with their display models. “So your choices are a little limited, like I said, but you can go with the ankle boot or the taller ones, that’ll probably come up to about—” He looked down at her legs and then paused and ripped his gaze away. “Um, a little below the knee? Maybe a little higher on you because you’re—”

“Short?” Marinette finished with a giggle.

“Yeah,” Luka grinned sheepishly. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be, it’s a fact,” Marinette shrugged. “I’ve accepted it. I’m taller than my mom, at least, but on the height front it looks like the Cheng blood won out over the Dupain.” She grinned.

“They do look a bit of an odd couple,” Luka chuckled. “Adorable though. I saw them on your Insta too. It looked like there was a lot of love there.”

Marinette’s grin widened. “There really is. So do you have a recommendation?”

“I like the taller boots when I ride,” Luka shrugged, “More protection is always good, plus you’re less likely to accidentally burn yourself on the exhaust.”

“Ooh, good point,” Marinete said, wincing in a way that made Luka think she had experience with that hazard.

“Oh, we do have one mid-calf model, that’s new,” Luka pointed to it. “Some women prefer to wear the men’s boots, so we have more options in those, but to be honest I don’t think they’re going to come small enough for you.”

They discussed it a little further, and then Marinette picked out a couple of options. She took a pair of socks—knee socks, as it turned out—out of her purse and Luka made the mistake of watching her pull them on and up her leg. Marinette flashed him a smile in the middle of his internal meltdown that didn’t help at all.

Even worse, the stiff new leather gave her some trouble and Luka had to get down on one knee to help her get the boots on, trying desperately not to touch her any more than necessary. “Thanks,” she sighed when her foot was finally in the first one. He helped her get the second option on her other foot, and held her hand to steady her as she walked back and forth with them, a little wobbly as one had a thicker heel than the other. She picked one and then he had to help her get the wrong one off (professional, he promised Michel he’d be professional) and put on the mate of the one she’d picked. Marinette walked carefully back and forth in them and Luka folded his arms, bringing one hand up over his mouth and praying he wasn’t too obvious.

“What do you think?” Marinette asked, turning to look at the boot in the mirror. It was nearly knee-high on her as he predicted, a black harness boot with pink hardware all the way up one side for lacing and a rugged rather than decorative sole and heel. It had enough height in the heel for her to ride comfortably, but not enough to cause her any trouble.

I think you’re going to be so hot all geared up, Luka groaned in his head. “I think you’ll need to wear them for a bit and break them in, but other than that—are they comfortable? Because they look great on you.” That wasn’t too much, right? Still professional.

“They feel pretty good,” she said thoughtfully. “The size feels right. They’re a little stiff, but they don’t rub anywhere weird.”

Luka was saved from having to reply to that by Gina descending on them. She made Marinette walk in them again, cooed over her “fairy” until Marinette was red-faced and Luka was trying not to laugh at her. “You can keep them on while we find the rest of your gear if you want,” Luka suggested. “That way you can walk around in them a bit, make sure they’re still comfortable.” Marinette gave him an excited smile and did a little eager bounce and Luka maybe died just a little bit.

It actually didn’t take too long for Marinette to pick a pair of glasses; she went straight for a chrome and pink pair with rhinestones along the top and mirrored lenses, and she looked so adorable with them and so pleased with herself that Luka couldn’t help his grin. While Gina teased her about her pink addiction, Luka slipped away into the racks and came back with a mesh padded jacket that had pink panels with reflective piping in the front and back and down the arms. Marinette squealed and nearly hugged him as Gina laughed. Marinette put on the jacket and zipped it up. Gina checked the padding placement with the air of experience, and asked Luka for the next size down. He brought it and this time Gina nodded in satisfaction.

Nearly vibrating with excitement, Marinette put on her new glasses and checked herself out in the mirror. “How do I look?” she giggled, turning toward him. With her pink shorts and pigtails she looked more like a poster model than an actual biker, but even so—

“You look amazing,” he told her, maybe more honestly than he should have. “Would you mind if I took your picture for our social media page?” He looked at Gina. “I’m sure Michel told you we’re looking to expand our female clientele.”

“It is Marinetta’s decision,” Gina said with an indifferent shrug, “I have no objections if she does not.”

With Marinette’s permission, he took her picture and then a picture of her and Gina together.

“You’re adorable,” he chuckled absently as he posted the pictures.

“Adorable?” Marinette repeated, deflating slightly, and Luka flushed. He hadn’t meant to say that out loud. So much for professional, although...that didn’t seem to be what was bothering her. As cute as she was she probably got that all the time, he realized, glancing at her pouting face. Adorable probably wasn’t what a lady wanted to hear when she was decked out in motorcycle gear for the first time.

Luka glanced at her and then at Gina, who had gotten distracted again. Then he leaned over slightly to look pointedly at Marinette’s new boots, hugging the curve of her calf. He met Marinette’s eyes.

“I’m working,” he told her, lowering his voice a little, “So I’m just going to say the gear suits you. But...change the hair and get some skinny jeans and I guarantee everybody else will use a different word.” He grinned at her and went back to his phone and Marinette giggled, blushing.

“You can go ahead and tag me,” Marinette said, tipping her glasses up and peeking over—or rather around—his shoulder. “Grandma too.” She dictated Gina’s handle and then pulled out her own phone. “That should help get people from Grandma’s club to check it out. Will you take a selfie with me for mine?”

Luka was more than willing to put his face next to hers and smile as she flashed her peace sign at the camera.

“All right, let’s check you out—get you checked out,” Luka corrected quickly, shaking his head. “Unless there was anything else you needed?”

“Um, I don’t think so,” Marinette said, sounding both thoughtful and maybe a little disappointed. Or maybe that was just him.

“Okay, well follow me and I’ll get everything rung up,” Luka said, tipping his head toward the counter. “You want me to package it up or do you want to wear it out?”

“I can do that?” Marinette asked, eyes wide.

Luka shrugged and smiled. “It’s all yours once it’s paid for, so why not?”

Marinette leaned her elbows on the counter, admiring her purchases.

“So,” Luka said, glancing at her as he started going through the pile. “I gotta ask, what’s it like working for Jagged Stone?”

Marinette’s head shot up and a blush bloomed on her face. “How did you—oh, right, I gave you my—so you saw the—um, yeah.” She laughed awkwardly, reaching up to fidget with one pigtail. “It’s, um...it’s an experience?”

“High maintenance?” Luka grinned.

“So high maintenance,” Marinette groaned. “Oh, it’s embarrassing to admit it, but my first try bombed completely. It’s a long story but I basically got assigned to be his gopher for the day and he was bound and determined that he wanted those glasses and nothing I could find was good enough and so finally I was like forget it, he’s impossible I’m just going to make them myself and...and…” She spread her hands.

“And now you’re friends with a rock star,” Luka laughed. “That’s awesome, Marinette.” He shook his head. “You must be incredibly patient as well as talented.”

“Oh...I…” She looked down at the counter, tracing a line of the grain with her finger. “I’m just...I like people. I like making people happy. I guess I’m a people pleaser.”

“You say it like it’s a bad thing,” Luka commented as Gina came up to the counter.

“Well, sometimes—“ Marinette cut off and bit her lip and looked at the total on Luka’s screen. “Grandma, are you sure—”

“Hush, Marinetta,” was all Gina said, and Marinette just sighed with a fond smile.

“Thank you, Grandma.”

Luka gave Gina her receipt, and she immediately went back to whatever debate she’d been having with Michel. Luka looked at Marinette. “Well, you want to wear it?”

Marinette nodded eagerly and Luka chuckled, pulling out his pocket knife. He cut the tags off of the jacket and Marinette slipped it back on and zipped it up. Then she pressed her lips together for a moment before reaching up to pull her pigtails out. She retied her hair in a low ponytail over one shoulder instead as Luka cut the tags off her glasses and peeled away the protective plastic. “Better?” she asked. She took the glasses Luka handed her and slid them on.

“Well—” Luka glanced over at Gina and Michel, and leaned over, settling his elbows on the counter and speaking low. “I’m still working, but...ask any guy on the street and I think you’re going to get the answer you’re looking for.” He winked at her and Marinette grinned, looking pleased as she tilted the glasses up onto her head.

“So I’m guessing you’re not racing,” Luka said, straightening up and sweeping the tags into the trash. He came around the counter and crouched next to her to cut the tags off of the boots she was still wearing.

“No, definitely not,” Marinette laughed. “I’m just going to cheer Grandma on. And, you know, get out in the fresh air, have some fun. The races are open to the public,” Marinette added brightly as Luka straightened up and folded his knife. “It’s a big fundraiser and recruitment event for them actually, so it’s kind of a big party. I’m sure there will be plenty for me to do. Have you ever been there? To the track I mean?”

“The Bugatti Circuit? Yeah, a couple times for different things,” Luka replied, tucking the knife back in his pocket and leaning one elbow on the counter. “It’s a cool place, I’ve stayed at the campground nearby a few times. Great place to see some really cool bikes and cars, if you’re into that kind of thing. Most people who come to stay there are there for the tracks so they all have crazy machines.”

“Oh, that’s good to know,” Marinette exclaimed. “I don’t know much about cars but I bet I could get some amazing inspiration there.” She pouted a little. “I kind of wish my friends were going,” she whispered, glancing back to where Gina and Michel were chatting. “Grandma will be in the races and I’ll be stuck on my own. It’d be nice to be there with someone, especially someone who knew their way around.” Her eyes widened slightly and she blushed as she added in a rush, “I’m good at making friends though, I’ll find someone to hang out with.”

“No doubt,” Luka said, glancing over at Gina with a slight frown. He was sure Marinette wouldn’t lack for company and the idea of her being on her own made his big brother bone itch. So he told himself, anyway. “Just be safe, okay? You never know who’s going to show up at an event like that. People get a little bit of alcohol in them and they start acting stupid.”

“I’m a good judge of character,” Marinette smiled. “I know how to stay out of trouble. Besides, I may be adorable,” she rolled her eyes. “But I’m not helpless.”

You’re a snack and guys are going to be lining up like there’s only one vending machine, Luka thought grimly, but he kept his pleasant expression. “Well, is there anything else I can do for you, Marinette? It looks like you’re all set.” He put one hand on the boot box that now carried her street shoes and slid it closer to her.

“Oh,” Marinette blinked, like she’d forgotten why she was there. “Oh, no, I think that’s everything. I, um...thanks, Luka.” She picked up the box slowly, and her blue eyes were soft when she looked up at him. “Really, thank you. I was super nervous about coming to a place like this last time and you really made it easy, and today too, and I just...I’m grateful.”

Luka could feel his cheeks reddening. “I didn’t do anything special,” he shrugged, “A customer’s a customer, right? That’s Michel’s policy.” She made an affirmative noise and looked down and Luka knew he couldn’t just leave it at that. “But...I’m really glad I met you, Marinette. You’re a cool person. Maybe I’ll see you again sometime, just...around or whatever.”

His eyes skimmed over Marinette’s head as he resisted the urge to ruffle his hair, and found Gina watching him with slightly narrowed eyes. Luka didn’t react outwardly; he wasn’t doing anything wrong and he didn’t care if she knew he thought Marinette was cute. Really, he’d managed to get out of this encounter so far without embarrassing himself too badly or letting Michel down too much, so he was counting it a win. He forced himself to look back at Marinette though and smile.

“Maybe I will see you around sometime,” Marinette said, suddenly not quite meeting his eyes either, and Luka’s pulse spiked. “Like you said, you never know who might show up at an event, right? Who knows, maybe I’ll be going to more events now that I’m all geared up for it.” She grinned and put her glasses back on. They did nothing to hide her suddenly flaming blush. “Well...bye Luka. Thanks again!”

She nearly tripped in her sudden hurry to get out of the shop. Laughing, Gina caught her arm and said something quietly to her before glancing back at Luka and sending one more smile and a “Ciao, dear!” at Michel.

“What did I tell you?” Michel said with satisfaction. “Good customer service is never wasted.”

“Yeah,” Luka said with a smiling sigh. “You told me.” Man, what he wouldn’t give to be in Le Mans next weekend.

It’d be nice to be there with someone, especially someone who knew their way around.

No...no, he couldn’t. That was crazy. No way she’d meant it the way he suddenly wanted to hear it.

Like you said, you never know who might show up at an event, right?

Luka shook his head and went back to work. No. No way. He wasn’t that lucky. He’d really look like a stalker if he showed up in Le Mans, two hours away, on a couple of vague hints that he was probably reading too much into.

The next time he had a quiet moment, Luka pulled up Marinette’s Instagram. There was the selfie of the two of them together. The caption read, Gearing up for the trip to Le Mans next weekend! Had a great experience at Michel’s Motor Gear. The owner Michel is awesome and Luka took great care of me! Super patient, very professional, and soooo nice! AND he plays awesome guitar! #great shop #great service #great guy

Luka put his head down in his arms on the counter and whined. He was doomed. Worse, he wasn’t going to be able wipe the dumb grin off his face for hours.

He was still grinning stupidly at the picture when Michel walked by.

“Boss,” Luka said absently, not looking up from his phone. “Can I have Saturday off?”

Michel saw the picture in his hand and frowned. “I don’t think I approve of dating customers.”

“Fair,” Luka agreed, the dopey grin not budging a millimeter. “I quit.”

Michel stood stunned for a moment and then sighed. “Of course. I forgot for a moment you’re Anarka’s boy.” He chewed his mustache for a moment. “Ah, you don’t have to quit. I was watching, I know you’ve acted like a pro. As long as you ask her out on your own time, got it?”

“Yeah. So, Saturday? I’m thinking about a day trip to Le Mans.”

Michel sighed. “Fine, take the weekend. Get it out of your system before Monday.”

Luka snorted softly. “No promises.”

#quickspins #motorcycle fairy #i'll never not know you #lukanette #i am lukanette trash i admit it #luka couffaine #marinette dupain-cheng #miraculousladybug #miraculous ladybug #ml fics #meet-cute

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glowonu · 5 years ago

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feel special by twice

another little songfic~

There are some of those days Days when I suddenly feel all alone When I feel like I don’t belong anywhere And my head is hanging down

The idol life style is hard. The constant strain on your health, social capacity, appearance, and personality, sometimes makes you feel like you can’t just be yourself. It’s another one of those days where everything seems to crash down on top of you. Being the leader of quite a large group, your specific responsibilities and roles tend to make you feel alone and exhausted. The new year is near, it’s exciting but it also means that your schedule is packed full of end of year song festivals and MC roles and today you’re at your limit. You just want to collapse and release all of your bottled up emotions, but you’ve been notified for your next full length comeback in late January, and today is a recording day. You trudge from the car that dropped you off from your previous schedule to the studio. The wind is freezing, and each breath condenses into a puff of mist that disappears as soon as it came.

Whenever those days come, you tell me How precious I am All those words you say Everything’s alright From Nobody to Somebody I become a very special me

There is one person though, who knows your struggle. Choi Seungcheol, the leader of Seventeen is waiting in the foyer for you, just outside of the studio, waiting for you to finish up with the first day of recording. He knows you’ve been out of it, and he’s in the same boat as you. Everything seems to be weighing heavier this season and you can both understand why. Neither of you haven’t been as chatty with each other and your last text reads that it was sent and read a few days ago. While you both like to have your space, something needs to change, and Cheol decides to take matters into his own hands.

It's terribly late when you exit the studio, but you spot a cozy looking Seungcheol on the couch of the foyer, playing on his phone. He looks exhausted, you know he’s going through the same stuff as you, and it seems like your couple item for today is the dark circles under your eyes. He looks up as the door clicks shut behind you, and you give each other a soft, tired smile.

As if it were magic, you feel a little lighter, less alone. Cheol takes your hand and the both of you walk out of the company building to his car. He turns the heater up and plays your rnb playlist. The smooth vocals of Sam Kim and Crush fill the background as Cheol keeps his hand in yours. “You make this so much easier, you’re so incredibly precious to me baby,” he murmurs as he drives through the city, the traffic isn’t as bad as it usually is at this hour.

You smile sleepily at him, “I was just about to say the same thing,” The tone of the conversation is almost casual, but it means so much to you, “I’m glad we have each other, as much as it’s hard, sharing this with you makes everything alright,” Cheol’s grin widens.

You make me feel special No matter how the world brings me down Even when hurtful words stab me I smile again cuz you’re there That’s what you do

Seungcheol wipes a hand across his face tiredly. As much as he enjoys seeing the support from Carats, the hate comments are unavoidable. He should have put the phone down 20 minutes ago instead of scrolling through the comment section of his latest instagram post. He winces at a particularly nasty comment when suddenly his phone pings and a message from you appears at the top of his phone.

[20:00] wifey: hey peachy boy~ [20:00] wifey: can’t wait to see you at the song festival tomorrow, i miss you TT [20:01] wifey: also babe, like your stage presence is killer? your fancams? works of art

Seungcheol grins as soon as the messages arrive. Even if you don’t know what kind of mood he’s in, you always manage to cheer him up.

Again I feel special One moment I feel like I’m nothing at all Like no one would notice if I were gone But then when I hear you calling me I feel loved, I feel so special

Even though you saw him at work a few days ago, you can’t help missing your lovely boyfriend. You snuggle into your blankets and search up some of his fancams. You giggle at the duality between his soft concepts and his energetic and powerful concepts. You’re amazed by how strong his stage presence is, the way he hits every move with an energy and power that captivates you. You switch out of YouTube to messenger, sending him a couple of texts. The messages mark read almost instantly, and suddenly your phone lights up with an incoming facetime call. As you accept the call, Cheol’s smiling face fills the screen, and you can’t help mirroring his adoring smile.

I just wanted to hide Didn’t wanna face the world As if everything has lost meaning As if I have lost meaning I just sat there still

You love your fans, you really do, but you really wish you could have some space sometimes. You definitely do not look perfect today, and you’re doing all you can to hide it. Hopefully you can find some personal space in the caverns of the incredibly oversized hoodie you’re wearing. Your face is hidden by a pink mask and your round glasses. You particularly chose your reflective pair, avoiding the gaze of the camera lenses capturing your return to Seoul from your one day trip in Japan for a small CF event.

The small break you have on New Year’s day won’t come fast enough and you are so sick of existing in the public eye. You love what you do, and you love your fans, but you know extremely well that you are spread way too thin at the moment.

Then you appeared before me With a warm smile, you held out your hand Everything’s alright From Nobody to Somebody I become a very special me

You’re tired and clingy, and the short walk from arrivals to where your car is being picked up looks incredibly long. You wish Seungcheol was here, to hold his hand, to feel his warmth, a small anything to give you a little more energy. As if he could read your mind, your phone vibrates in your pocket, and a spam of messages come through.

[7:54] 🍑: I hope you had a safe flight babygirl~ [7:54] 🍑: I know you probably don’t wanna face the crowds at the moment,[7:54] 🍑: but it’ll be okay~ ill see you tonight !

You make me feel special No matter how the world brings me down Even when hurtful words stab me I smile again cuz you’re there That’s what you do Again I feel special One moment I feel like I’m nothing at all Like no one would notice if I were gone But then when I hear you calling me I feel loved, I feel special

“The media have already written articles on me being lazy and not keeping up the group’s concept while at the airport,” You groan throwing your phone to the side, “I’m sorry?? My concept is for the stage! Can I not be comfortable for an early morning flight? Sorry that my leggings and hoodie aren’t elegant enough for you!” You rant into the pillow that your holding on to as Seungcheol walks into the room.

He chuckles, “Baby, have you checked twitter? The international fans are fawning over your look,” Seungcheol sets down some snacks on the coffee table and pushes your legs off of it. You roll your eyes but you smile all the same, moving your legs to the other end of the couch and settling your head in his lap. “Besides, you look like a queen whatever your wearing, wherever you are. My queen specifically,” He says giggling, leaning down to press a kiss to your cheeks. You blush and smile into his shirt that you’ve pulled close to your face, flustered at Cheol’s typical cheesiness.

You make everything alright On a cloudy day without sunshine You are indeed my Shining light That’s what you do Even the darkest night turns to day I owe it to you Because you make me feel special

Finally it’s your day off, you’re on your way after a refreshing sleep in to pick Cheol up from the photo studio near your dorms. It’s a shame he has to work in the morning, but you secretly appreciate being able to sleep in. The sun is shining, and it’s a warm, wintery 9 degrees.

Yet, you know something is up when Cheol gets in the car. He looks more exhausted than usual, and his smile doesn’t reach his eyes. You focus on exiting the carpark and getting onto the main road before reaching for his hand, you know he’ll talk about what’s on his mind when he’s ready. For now, he just needs you to be there for him.

You’re sitting at a secluded tea house on the outskirts of the city when he opens up. He lets out a sigh before grabbing your hand. “Sometimes I feel like, I’m not a great boyfriend.” He murmurs, avoiding your eyes. He continues on before you can say anything, “I’m so busy all the time, and I get stressed and I always have my mind on my job, I feel like I don’t support you enough…”

You tighten your grip on his hand and he looks up at you. “Seungcheol listen to me; we are busy people, that’s the nature of our job and I will never blame you for that. I will also never blame you for being stressed, or anxious, or down. You have more than enough responsibilities, you don’t need to carry my weight either.” You let out a breath before continuing, “Cheol, I get it, and I apologise for the same thing, but we do this together. You brighten my days, you give me the energy to get through things without even realising I need it. You are more than enough.”

He lets out a shaky breath, and smiles at you softly. “Thank you so much,” He starts, “You are more than enough for me too.” He presses a soft kiss to the back of your hand that is sitting in his.

You giggle at your incredible boyfriend, and lean towards him to press a sweet kiss to his lips, “I love you so much, you silly man,”

No matter how the world brings me down Even when hurtful words stab me I smile again cuz you’re there That’s what you do Again I feel special One moment I feel like I’m nothing at all Like no one would notice if I were gone But then when I hear you calling me I feel loved, I feel so special

You grin at each other, hands connected. You support each other, you love each other, and you’re there for each other, lifting each other up and through the pressures of your lifestyles. Together, everything will be alright.

#s coups #scoups #seungcheol #choi seungcheol #scoups fluff #scoups oneshot #scoups scenario #scoups blurb #seungcheol fluff #seungcheol oneshot #seungcheol scenario #seungcheol blurb #seventeen #svt #seventeen fluff #seventeen blurb #seventeen scenario #my writing

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wonderland-in-bloom · 5 years ago

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get to know the mun.

tagged by @xmoonlitmelodyx (thank you so much aaa)

1) what do you prefer to be called name wise?

the usual ‘a’ or ‘a-chan’ is alright! you can even call me satatoe i don’t really mind :))

2) when is your birthday?

17th of march (same birthday as sebek yee)

3) where do you live? (you can just give the country’s or state name if you’re not comfortable with sharing the city name)

indonesia !!

4) three things you’re doing right now?

drawing

writing

painting

5) four fandoms that have your peak interest right now?

twisted wonderland (duuuh hello-)

hypnosis mic

a3!

idolish7

these fandoms are also my mains (i think lol)

6) how has this pandemic been treating you?

I. HAVEN’T. BEEN. OUT. OF. THE. HOUSE. IN. TWO. MONTHS. i don’t really mind though as many countries have it worse than me right now, so i’m thankful i’m safe and able to stay at home with lots of food...anyways. i think it also treated me..better? somewhat? rn i’m supposed to be having super duper stressful external exams but because of the pandemic...YAY IT’S CANCELLED! and without the pandemic idt i would’ve been this invested in twst and also probably would have never made this blog...i also rediscovered my passion in writing and developed + improved my art skills! so...positives i guess -w-

7) a song you can’t stop listening to right now?

nah imma list more i’m sorry

piece of my world -night ravens (ya twst op basically)

stella -fling posse/hypmic (i will never grow tired of this song)

cinta luar biasa -andmesh

kenangan terindah -samsons

ordermade -radwimps

8) recommend a movie:

weathering with you/tenki no ko

any disney movies :))

oh no a♕-chan goes listing stuff egen -.-

9) how old are you?

as old as malleus....🤡✌️nah i’m just kidding

10) school, university, occupation or other?

normal old boring highschool -w- (planning to yEeT myself to art school soon though)

11) do you prefer heat or cold?

I STRIVE IN THE COLD. i normally get a runny nose and allergies (??) in the heat,, wHICH SUCKS cuz i live in a tropical country -_-

12) name one fact about you that others might find unusual:

hmm...not too sure about this one...maybe the fact that i can be waaaaay too imaginative/daydream-y at times??? and also how i talk to myself A LOT when i’m alone (even in public oops). idk i try to narrate my life at times like i’m a youtuber doing a vlog or something oops

13) are you shy?

....yes. actually. used to be really really shy but i think i’m much better now. irl or on social media, i won’t talk to you until you talk to me first (in some situations at least) but if we’re close or you get to know me, WARNING: I’M VERY CHATTY.

14) do you have preferred pronouns?

she/her but they/them are okay as well!

15) biggest pet peeves?

capital letters NAH JK. not sure...the list goes on and on and on. at times i get irritated pretty easily...

16) what is your favourite “-dere” type?

hmm...i would say tsundere cuz i’m similar to one irl? but i also really like yanderes (maybe cuz i’m similar to one irl JUST VERY SLIGHTLY too bUT I TRUST YOU I HAVE NOT INJURED/HURT/KILLED ANYONE FJWEOIJFOIWEJ)

17) rate your life 1-10. 1 being crappy, 10 being amazing:

i would say a 10. i think i’ve lived an amazing life so far and i just know that there are people less fortunate than me so i’m really thankful for the life i’m living rn :))

18) what is your main blog?

this one! @ evil-and-twisted

19) list your side blogs and what they are used for:

@satatowoe my art account!

20) one thing you think people should know about you before they become your friends?

i’m very talkative or very quiet/boring and there is no in between so i’m sorry lol. i can get very annoying and clingy at times too so...i’m sorry ;w; and i can be too chaotically positive at times it’s annoying owo

i’ll tag: @robotxpigeons @ihaveanidia @nonsensical-twistedriddles

anyone who wants to do it, go ahead and feel free to do so <3

#get to know the mun #get to know me!

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maq-moon · 4 years ago

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My mental illness & fandom

So this is a long time coming from me. Almost a year, really. I want to be clear up front: this isn’t a call-out post. It’s me explaining my (and possibly others’) behavior. It’s partially an apology, too. I know tumblr is like... the worst place to talk about mental health, but this is where the people I care for-- the people to whom this applies-- will see it. I’m so nervous that I’m actually shaking, but I think it has to be said. I won’t feel right until I’ve explained. So, off we go!

I’m crazy. I use that word because I have to laugh about my mental health or I’ll cry about it. There’s a laundry list of diagnoses (when I see a new doctor I ask, “Would you like them alphabetically or the order in which they were diagnosed?”), but right now we’re going to focus on two. I have PTSD (no, I won’t say why) and BPD. BPD is currently being bastardized in the media. Crime shows love to have their perp or unsub suffering from undiagnosed or unmedicated borderline. I won’t rant about how the mentally ill are far more likely to be the victims of violent crimes than to commit them.

The central thing with BPD is “black and white” or “all or nothing” thinking. Everything is one extreme or another; no middle ground exists. There are also attachment issues. We tend to get attached to people fast. Add the “all or nothing” to that. We could, hypothetically, meet a new person, have one or two good conversations, and think, “Wow, we’re great friends!” while the other person is thinking, “Meh, maybe I won’t answer their next text.” (This is where the media stereotype of stalkers/obsessed killers comes from).

I get this way. I’m very sociable and chatty and, if others are to be believed, downright charming *wink* I also attempt to cover my insecurities with humor. I’m incredibly insecure and want to avoid talking about a significant amount of my life, so I joke a lot. I’m generally positive with everyone I meet. Why shouldn’t this new person want to be my friend?

Because of me. Because of PTSD. As much as I get attached, as much as I want this new friend, I can’t trust them. As soon as a conversation turns serious, I get uncomfortable and push new people away. Sometimes friends will physically push the new people away for me if they see I’m in distress.

Which brings us to our title: fandom. Should be lots easier since it’s online, right? Nope! Have you ever heard of parasocial relationships? Most people haven’t. I learned about them when David Bowie died. A parasocial relationship is basically a one-sided relationship-- like why you’re sad when a celebrity dies. They didn’t know you, but you felt that you knew them in a way. That’s why the prefix is para. Here’s the connection. A person with borderline gets involved in fandom. Suddenly they’re surrounded by new people. Blogs, Twitter, the AO3 comment section, Discord servers-- they all serve as a way to interact with new people. And interaction means attachment.

In the interest of full disclosure, I have made actual friends in fandom. I go out of state a few times a year to visit someone from my Harry Potter roleplay days. I know it’s not impossible. But I don’t know when it’s a real relationship and when it’s parasocial.

You may be thinking that it’s like this for everyone. We’re all navigating the Internet and faceless kinda-friends. Well, yes. But I’m acutely aware of how having borderline makes me act and how it affects others. I don’t want to be that clingy weird lady. I don’t want to over-share and make people uncomfortable. So as soon as I feel a rapport building with someone online, I do what I do in real life: shut.it.down. I don’t ghost one person, I quit the Internet (all or nothing, remember?). I don’t want to give myself the opportunity to fuck up a friendship, so I stop myself from forming one. And I don’t think about how that affects the other person, because PTSD has me focused on my own well-being.

BPD and PTSD are one hell of a combo, right? Come closer, stay back! Ugh.

I asked my therapist once how to tell if the people online were my friends, if they liked me as much as I liked them. She said that a good indicator would be someone going out of their way to ask how you are or just saying “hi”. I realized my fandom friends weren’t my friends, and it was probably my fault. I quit the Internet for much of 2020 (when I wanted to come back, my computer broke. w e i r d). It’s hypocritical of me to make assumptions, though. After all, I don’t send random “hello how ya doin” messages. I keep quiet out of fear of my mental illness. I don’t know why others are quiet. I jump to the worst conclusion, though: none of them like me. And that’s me. That’s not a reflection of any community I’m in. All of my fandoms are full of lovely people. People I like, and who I wish I were brave enough to let like me.

I said way back in the first paragraph that this is a sort of apology. I’m not apologizing for having mental illnesses. Genetics and experiences did that and I stopped being ashamed a long time ago. I do want to apologize to a great group of people (while being vague enough that hopefully only they know who they are?).

Last year, I feel like I invited myself to your event. It was open, obviously, and I had a great vacation around it, but I still feel like I went somewhere I wasn’t supposed to. Zero blame on all of you; it was me assuming we were friends. The person I brought with me kept trying to get me to actively invite myself to things you were doing the next day. You weren’t talking to us, but she heard two of you discussing Indian food and kept pushing me to jump in; I’m not that rude. I talked to each of you for a few minutes, and then… Then I was afraid that the borderline would “kick in”. I was afraid that the only reason I had driven so far to meet you was because of borderline-induced parasocial relationships. A few weeks later, I did a fic swap but ignored everyone. I didn’t talk. I wrote, but I didn’t interact. I’m sorry for all of it. I won’t blame BPD; that’s a cop out (I have borderline, not “I’m borderline”). I was just very excited and very afraid and very insecure and even more very afraid.

I’m used to not being liked. I’m what you would call “an odd duck” or “a special snowflake”. I’m weird, basically. But it’s one thing to be disliked for your weirdness and another to not know why you’re disliked, or even IF you’re disliked. That’s the beauty and the horror of the Internet, I guess. You can do you, but there are no boys asking you for tissues the day you’re wearing a Wonderbra. Er, an imperfect analogy. You don’t know what people really think! There’s no body language, no inflection. The only way I can think to tell if someone’s sort of my friend is if we’re mutuals. Some of my very favorite people aren’t, and I won’t pretend that doesn’t sting—but it’s me. It’s me and my idea of friendship, which is arbitrary and changeable, and it’s my brain playing tricks on me, and it’s me trying to outsmart a mental illness.

So… yeah. 1300 words on my brand of crazy. I hope maybe I cleared some things up (eleven months later). I guess if I had to tl;dr this thing, it would be that if I’m following you on a social media platform, if I go back-and-forth with you in comments, and so on, I probably want to be your friend and have been self-sabotaging. I’m not trying to put any onus on you. I’m just letting you know.

With love,

Mac

#cw: mental illness #cw: mental health #personal

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the-angry-pixie · 5 years ago

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camboy AU... but make it romantic

Camboy Bill AU feat. the OT7.

- basic stuff really

- Bill is a camboy (billoncam) on those websites that I don’t know enough about to be able to give a name.

- and he does sessions every few days in private chatrooms

- mostly solo stuff - either a vibrator or dildo in his ass whilst jacking it to the camera

- his fans love him because he is really chatty and responsive. and when he gets really turned on, he stutters. he always moans and thanks the person when someone sends him a tip - its like the tip button is directly connected to his vibrator, the way he moans every time it *dings*

- he has regulars. people who always seem to tune in and leave lots of tips. he comes to recognise their usernames.

- “welcome mikey-mike. i hope you’re having a good week.”

- “its good to see you again bigdickrich, what filthy things are you gonna say to me today?”

- stuff like that.

- he holds competitions among viewers - whoever gives him the most tips in a session gets to choose a name for him to call out when he cums

- as a result billoncam ends up moaning out “oh fuck carsforeddie! oh fuck you feel so good carsforeddie! oh fuck OH FUCK!” a lot.

- like previously stated, he’s known for his highly interactive solo stuff but every now and then his audience gets a guest appearance from other people. it always seems to be the same guys but we never get to see their faces

- one has lovely golden skin that matches his golden curls that Bill loves to grab onto when he’s fucking him

- the other is this buff dude with dark blonde body hair that makes the most delicious sounds when he’s railing Bill

- thats right, billoncam be versatile as fuck

- even more versatile than first anticipated because one time during a session Bill is holding a photo on his phone up to show the camera and he accidentally swipes to the next photo which is of some redhead woman lying on a bed in lingerie

- the comment section goes wild and Bill is like “oh fuck, oh fuck you weren’t meant to see that, ah ha ha ha lets forget that happened pls” and he goes on with the session. trying to ignore all the questions hounding him about who the fuck that was and why was she on his bed??

- two days later when billoncam is next scheduled to cam it is immediately obvious that things are very different when the session starts on a shot of Bill sitting fully-clothed talking straight to camera

- “thanks for tuning in everyone. I just felt I wanted to do something a bit different today. There’s been lots of discussion and questions about what happened the other day and I’ve thought about it a lot and have decided that I would like to be honest with you. This is a part of who I am and I don’t want to feel ashamed of that. So the truth is... I’m bisexual. And this...”

- Bill holds up his phone showing a photo of Bill and the redhead from the lingerie photo hugging each other and smiling giddily at the camera

- “... this is Bev. She’s my girlfriend.”

- again, the comment section goes wild. Obviously Bill has been camming himself on a website for gay men and well... gays can still be mean and weird sometimes when it comes to bisexuality.

- “I know. I know. It’s not what you’ve come to expect from me. I’m sorry if you’re offended or something. Well actually I’m not sorry at all. I would never be sorry for being in love with Bev. She’s my rock. We’ve been together for so long and she means the world to me. And the only reason I’m showing her face on here is because she’s given me full permission. In fact she has her own camming channel. Which I can link you to if there are any fellow bi’s out there.”

- Because the internet is the internet, Bill notices he’s losing viewers quickly, but he’s kind of happy to note that some of his regulars are among the ones being super supportive

- sitonthis: you’re not really gay. get the fuckk outta here!

mikey-mike: thanks for being honest with us Bill. I’m bi too and some people on here need to be quiet and stop being rude.

erotic-cum-on-my-hole: where’s the dick??

bigdickrich: daaaaaaaaaaamn Bill. she’s fuckign hot! gimme dat link please >______>

br000ny: sick of these bi s trickin on us. im out.

carsforeddie: YO EVERYONE NEEDS TO SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LEAVE BILL ALOONE!@! WHO WOULDN’T WANT TO DATE BILL?! HE’S FUCKING GORGEOUS AND PERFECT!! I SWEAR TO GOD YOU ALL NEED TO MEET ME IN THE PARKING LOT RIGHT THE FUCK NNOW!!e@!

- but it doesn’t stop there. Bill has more to tell. He doesn’t get naked at all that session. But he does come clean about being polyamorous. Apparently Bill and Bev were together for years before she started dating Ben. Who then eventually started dating Bill as well (mystery solved on who buff dude is). And then a little while after that Bill started dating Stan who also began dating everyone else eventually (mystery number two solved on who golden curls is)

- of course to respect privacy Bill doesn’t give names or photos for those two (they’re not into camming and only ever fuck Bill on cam as a favour cause they know Bill loves it so much). But he does wax poetic for a further half an hour on just how much he loves all his partners and then unexpectedly signs off.

- billoncam disappears for awhile. his sessions just suddenly stop. his fans reckon its probably got to do with the negative response he got to coming out as bi.

- they try to reach out to him on his social media but never with any luck. its funny, billoncam’s sessions have weirdly become a bit of community thing. its strange. the regulars all kind of know each other and it feels wrong to not be coming all together (pun not intended) a few times a week on Bill’s channel. but whatever, it doesn’t matter anymore because it seems billoncam is no more. he’s been scared away.

- struggling radio personality Richie Tozier is definitely not expecting to run into Bill aka. billoncam in a random Los Angeles Starbucks one day. But he does. Thats him. That’s totally fucking him. The only way Richie could be more sure is if Bill whipped his junk out in the middle of this cafe.

- Richie is so stunned he can’t even think what to say. How to approach this guy that he has been jacking off to for the last year or so.

- He ends up chasing Bill down the street and kind of pouncing on him.

- Bill is understandably wary at first. But of course he’s kind of charmed by this nervous motormouth with his ridiculously syrupy-looking frappuccino concoction. Its strange how familiar he seems. He almost whispers the name to himself just as Richie practically yells “Oh by the way. I’m bigdickrich. Did I mention that? I might have forgotten to mention that. Fuck!”

- And well, a week or two later... billoncam makes a comeback suddenly.

- And he’s got a companion. A companion who is showing his face. Bill’s regulars know they definitely haven’t seen this guy (or his body) before but they don’t mind at all since the session is so much more intense because they can see both participants for once. And this new guy is very cute. In a hairy, gangly, bedraggled kind of way.

- Bill introduces the guy as his new friend. He says his new friend convinced him to come back online. And his new friend even gave permission for their first time together to be filmed live.

- New Friend’s eyebrows wiggle at the camera behind his thick dark-framed glasses

- this sends a thrill through the audience obviously. such an intimate thing that theyre witnessing. New Friend doesnt seem to mind though. In fact he seems to lap up the attention and is very willing to take suggestions from the audience of just what he should do to Bill.

- the vibrator and dildo remain untouched on the bed that day.

- and its right at the end, still panting and sweating and coming down from their highs that Bill mentions that his New Friend is a previous audience member.

- “some of you might recognise the username. This is bigdickrich. Sooo... I guess we now know he wasn’t exaggerating with that name ha ha” to which Richie just grins at the camera holding his hands up under his chin.

- the comment section goes BONKERS!

- carsforeddie: THAT ANNOYING CRUDE SON OF A BITCH!! WHAT THE FUCK WHY IS THE UNIVERSE SO UNFAIR! FUCK!”

mikey-mike: good for you bigdickrich. you’re a real lucky guy.

twinksfordays: i want to choke on bigdickrich’s cock

carsforeddie: HOW?! HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?! EW I JUST JACKED IT TO THAT ASSHOLE! FUCK I NEED TO SHOWER”

- Bill and Richie giggle and converse with the commenters for awhile and then sign off.

- billoncam returns to regularly camming again. much the way he was before. mostly solo. though sometimes with guest stars. and Richie becomes a more and more frequent feature. He’s the only one (besides Bev popping in now and then) who shows his face.

- and then, billoncam hits 100,000 subscribers

- and Bill. Well he has to make it special right? So he auctions himself off. There has to be some careful wording and labelling so that he can’t be done for prostitution but... essentially Bill auctions off the chance for him to travel and spend the night with the highest bidder.

- of course carsforeddie is not going to let this opportunity slide by him. He’s a successful businessman. He might only be 25 but he’s got money to burn and he’s been loving lusting after billoncam for a LONG TIME

- its undisclosed just how much Eddie Kaspbrak, luxury car rental business owner ends up paying for billoncam to fly to New York and spend the night with him - for legal reasons obviously. And no, Eddie does not give permission for the deed to be filmed.

- But! Its perfectly legal to say that the 2nd time Bill fucks Eddie - the 3rd, the 4th, the 5th and the 6th and all the times that follow - are done completely for free!

- Ben jokes to Richie privately about them going to need to move into a bigger house if Bill keeps adding people to this relationship.

- It becomes less of a joke and more of a reality as Eddie moves permanently to Los Angeles 6 months (and lots of trips to LA) later.

- And thats it. Theyre nearly there. There’s just one more thing missing. One more piece to the puzzle. Bill doesn’t know why he feels this way. He just does.

- Luckily Mike Hanlon (aka as mikey-mike) has been unknowingly working away on this very thing for months. Not that he would have dared to assume that anything would happen when he slid into billoncam’s DM’s 18 months ago.

- He’s just a country boy from bumfuck nowhere. There’s no reality in this universe where he and the likes of billoncam would ever cross paths. But he enjoys talking to him. They have a lot of laughs. And Bill is surprisingly sweet and very well spoken. They like a lot of the same things. The same literature, the same sports teams. Bill is always asking after the animals on Mike’s family’s farm. Mike wishes he could get to know him better.

- Bill wants the same thing. He’d give anything to meet the sweet-souled farmboy from Maine who brightens Bill’s day whenever he gets a new message from him. I mean, it helps that he’s also gorgeous with the most wonderful smile, but thats beside the point.

- Bill ends up putting his money where his mouth is. Just enough to buy a return plane ticket to LA, so that Mike can come visit him, and cover the cost of a hotel room (ya know, in case he doesn’t want to stay with Bill and the rest of them. Bill would never want to make him uncomfortable).

- Needless to say Mike fits right into the family almost immediately.

- its a couple of months later and billoncam still exists, but its like a relic now. Bill pours all his creative energy into his new channel “the-lucky-seven”. Its a channel shared by everyone and its outrageously popular. Sure there are still a few individuals who are too shy or anxious to show their faces but the audience doesn’t seem to care. There’s so much variety to be found on the channel. Different combinations of people doing a live cam nearly every second day.

- they’re all unapologetic, they all love each other, and they don’t mind sharing it with the world.

- :) :) :) :) B) :) :)

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Did I really just write a romance story about camming? Why yes, I think I did. Ha Ha. Hope you enjoyed. :)

#sorry - you were probably expecting more smut #¯\_(ツ)_/¯#i do what i can #i was inspired and so i HCed #poly losers club #the losers club #pixie writes #pixie headcanons #IT movie #notsfw

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softbiker · 5 years ago

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Born to Run - Chapter 2

Warnings: some language, secondhand embarrassment

Word count: 1.5k

A/N: What a gif to use amirite ;) Thank y’all so much for your responses to the first chapter! It was so encouraging, which is why I’m 2 chapters ahead on the writing for this fic lol. So keep telling me what you think! <3

“We have a few appointments set for today,” Charlotte, the front desk nurse, was saying. “But they’re just wellness checkups, so nothing crazy.”

Y/N nodded, tucking a pen into the pocket of her lab coat. “So these are regular patients?”

Charlotte nodded. “Yep, the usual. It’s a small town, so you’ll see the same faces plenty while you’re here.” She sipped water from her large tumbler as she pulled a floral desk calendar from under her keyboard. “But we also provide some urgent care services, since it’s a 30 minute drive to the nearest emergency room. So don’t be surprised when we get some walk-ins.”

“That’s alright I guess,” Y/N shrugged. “Good to stay busy.”

To say she was nervous about her first real day as a real doctor would be an understatement. Sure, she wouldn’t have many patients - not in a primary care clinic in the middle of nowhere - and the stakes were probably low, but still. She had tossed and turned the night before, eventually hopping out of bed at 5:00 am and slipping her running shoes on. Jogging through her little neighborhood and down the highway for an hour or so before dawn had transferred her first day jitters into adrenaline, but she couldn’t distract herself now. This was the real deal.

But it turned out the real deal moved at a glacial pace - at least in a town like this. Y/N saw a grand total of 5 patients, all of whom were in mostly good health, with the exception of one boil that needed lancing. The rest were just fine, a bit chatty when they met their new doctor, undoubtedly a subject of town gossip. They were eager to fill her in on the local news and suggest churches and social clubs for her to try. She nodded and made noncommittal comments to every invitation. No unscheduled patients had wandered in either, so she had far too much down time to sit in her office and refresh her inbox, waiting for emails from friends and former colleagues as they all settled in to new lives and new cities and new hospitals. None came.

Y/N sighed as she climbed into her car, and leaned her head back against the seat. Doing nothing was almost more exhausting than being busy. She just wanted to get home, pour a glass of wine, and lay around on her couch. And eat dinner. Which she would have to cook...with groceries she didn’t have. Fuck.

Grocery store it is.

Even a remote town like this one managed to have a Walmart somehow - not a huge one, but big enough to have the necessities. The fluorescent lighting made the inside of the store look dingy and gray, desperately in need of a remodel. Y/N pushed her cart up and down the aisles, grabbing items at random now that her growling stomach made everything look appetizing. She made sure she had quick ingredients for the night’s dinner - a simple chicken spaghetti, a mouthwatering recipe from her best friend.

She turned up the baking aisle, ready to head back to the front of the store. While mentally calculating the time left standing between now and her dinner, a box on the right caught her eye. Top shelf. Brownie mix. Supreme fudge. Oh hell yeah.

The shelf seemed a little high at first glance, but surely they wouldn’t put common items like brownie mix out of reach of the customer? Y/N left her cart parked in the middle of the aisle and stepped up to the shelf, lifting up on her tiptoes and stretching her arm as far as she could. The tips of her fingers could just touch the bottom of the box, but it wasn’t enough to get a grip on it. Tongue poking out of the corner of her mouth, she strained harder, her other hand gripping the lower shelves for support. No dice.

A little grunt of frustration passed her lips and she stepped back, hands on her hips. Now it was just a matter of pride - she couldn’t just give up and walk away from these brownies. That was more pathetic than buying them and eating the batter alone in her kitchen, which was her original plan. With a sigh, she stepped back up to the shelf and jumped, trying to knock the box over into her hand. The first attempt failed, as did the second, but on the third she managed to tap the box enough to make one corner stick out a quarter inch over the edge of the shelf. Just as she was preparing for one last jump to claim her prize, she heard a throat clearing behind her.

She whipped around, feeling exposed as she had left her dignity behind before the first desperate hop for her brownie mix. Her cheeks burned even hotter as she met the eyes of her witness...her very tall, handsome witness. Broad shoulders under a buttery soft leather jacket, his long hair brushing the collar and

Oh shit that’s my neighbor

“Um,” he smiled, shifting his weight. “Do you need some help with that?” He gestured to the frustrating box on the top shelf.

Y/N’s brain needed a moment to catch up - she hadn’t yet seen him this close, hadn’t heard his voice, hadn’t seen him at all since that one moment in the driveway on the afternoon she arrived. He was a lot to take in.

“Yeah, uh sure,” she backed up from the shelf and pointed. “It’s that one. The, um, ‘supreme fudge’ kind.”

His smile widened (was that a dimple?) and he stepped forward, easily reaching up and plucking the mix from its place. Y/N forced her eyes away from his abs as his t-shirt lifted away from the hem of his jeans. When he turned back and offered her the box, his bright blue eyes were on her face.

“Here you go. One supreme fudge,” he teased, smirk creeping up the side of his mouth. Y/N took the box with both hands and held it to her chest.

“Thanks, you’re a real life-saver,” she laughed, self-conscious.

“And here I thought that was your job?”

Y/N’s brow wrinkled, until he nodded towards her clothes and she remembered she was still wearing her scrubs.

“Oh! Right,” she wrinkled her nose in embarrassment. “Well, I definitely didn’t save any lives today, so. You’re doing better than me.”

“Hm. I doubt that.”

The conversation lulled, but he stayed planted in front of her cart. He settled his hands in the front pockets of his jeans, seeming to have no intention of leaving. Y/N took a deep breath and forged ahead.

“It’s...Mr. Barnes I think? I’m sorry I never got a first name.”

His eyebrows shot up. “Oh, it’s just, uh, just Bucky. How’d you know…?”

“Oh, Mr. Van Horn told me you were my neighbor when he gave me the keys the other day. I’m living in his mother’s house -”

“Across the street, yeah!” he blurted, a blush creeping up his cheeks. “That’s how I recognized you, I just couldn’t place it.” He shook his head, laughing at himself. “God, I’m sorry, must’ve seemed rude, I didn’t even introduce myself or ask your name.”

“Oh, don’t worry about it,” she waved him off, sticking her hand out and giving him her name, still relishing the ‘Dr.’ title. “But you can just call me Y/N.”

“Y/N,” he repeated, his grip gentle but firm. His eyes flicked back and forth between hers, bright and searching. He took a breath to say something else, when his gaze shifted, locking on something behind her. His posture stiffened and he jerked his hand back, jaw tightening.

“See you around,” he said coldly, shoulder bumping hers as he strode past her down the aisle. Y/N turned in confusion, trying to see what had changed his mood so abruptly. But the only thing she could see at the end of the aisle was a discarded candy wrapper, soon crackled under Bucky’s heavy boot. Then he was gone.

Y/N’s lips pursed in a frustrated pout. Two strikes Barnes.

That night, as she sipped wine from her grandma bed in her grandma house, she scrolled through social media on her phone in a vain attempt to feel close to her friends. Engagement, pregnancy, travel, engagement. Scoffing, she tossed her phone to the side and hunkered down in the bed. She stared at the popcorn ceiling, tiny glitter particles glinting in the lamplight. The wine in her glass was drained to the last drop and she twirled the stem absentmindedly.

She went over the scene in the baking aisle again and again, wondering if she had said something wrong and offended Bucky somehow. His dismissal was just so strange. On a whim, she snatched up her phone again and typed his name into Facebook. A few Bucky Barnes’s, but none that looked like him. She tried Instagram and Twitter with the same result. No social media presence, in this day and age? So fucking strange.

Outside the house, an engine started up, revving a couple of times before the sound retreated down the street.

Good riddance.

#bucky x reader #bucky x reader fic #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes fanction #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes #avengers fic #avengers fanfiction #biker!bucky #biker!au

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chittapornswife · 5 years ago

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DNYL Club | 8.

A/N: This one was a bit more exciting for me to write just cause I’ve written for so many interactions between the reader and the other members but I haven’t had enough one on one time for the reader & jeno :((( but this idea came to me legit at work when I was super bored & thought to myself “hey why don’t I think abt what to write for the next chapter?” LOL. And lo and behold, we have chapter 8😎✌🏼 Anyways, hope you enjoy & once again, thank you for the feedback!!! I rlly love hearing & replying to what everyone thinks :’D ♥️💗♥️💗 P.S. - also thank you for 900 followers! I can not believe over the course of a couple of months I’ve gained almost 300 new followers..... what...the...heck...

Genre: high-school!au, non-idol!au, fluff, angst Word Count: 4.4K Type: NCT Dream X Reader

“I’m sorry, you want me to what?!?!” You coughed out, choking on your drink.

Jeno rolled his eyes at your action, probably thinking that you were over exaggerating as he calmly took a sip of his chocolate milk.

The both of you were at the same breakfast place you had gone to the other day with Chenle, Café La Forêt. As Jeno had left you extremely curious on what he wanted to ask of you so you’d decided the easiest place to meet up would be to go out to eat brunch. Thankfully, you had gotten used to these random messages because of Jaemin, Renjun and Chenle but you’d still tossed and turned a bit at night wondering what Jeno wanted to ask. So to put your mind at ease, you’d replied to him in the middle of the night saying,

“Sure, we can meet up at ( location link ) then.”

It was only then, that you’d been able to fall asleep in peace. But there was still a bit of nervousness. With the others you could predict what they would ask or what they would say since you’d spent so much time talking to them. You’d only talked very briefly with Jeno in the library twice and even if it had been longer, you still couldn’t fathom on what he was going to ask you. He wasn’t quite a chatty or open guy.

For all you knew, it could be about joining the basketball team or to help him out with something related to school. But when you’d arrived and ordered food, you certainly hadn’t expected for this to come out of his mouth as he reiterated it again for you now,

“Can you act as my fake boyfriend/girlfriend for a day?”

note: (gender neutral tings😎👌🏽)

And now he was waiting for your response which quite frankly, you didn’t know what to say besides:

“Why me?”

He took in a deep breath, looking annoyed at your question. But you deserved the right to be curious and to ask. After all, he was dragging you into becoming his significant other or well, fake significant other for a day. But why?

“A couple days ago my gir- ex.” He pursed his lips, “My ex messaged me asking to get back together. I don’t know if you remember my story but basically she was a close family friend that cheated on me with someone just about two weeks ago. I ended things with her and now she’s constantly been messaging me to get back together.”

Well she seemed quite persistent and possibly bratty.

Jeno took another sip of his milk as a waitress brought out your food, placing it on the table,

“Of course I’ve ignored and even blocked her on some social media. But two nights ago she used a dirty trick by calling my parents on our home phone while I was out for bball practice and asked if I was free for dinner. And without even asking my availability, they agreed on my behalf.”

Huh. Your mind was going a mile a minute at all of this new and detailed information. Thank god the waitress had left before hearing the last half of his words.

“Basically they never knew about our relationship so they agreed to her invitation, thinking that we’re still best-friends and I’d never say no to her. So now I’m being forced to see her tomorrow night for dinner.”

“Woah woah, hold up. I’m sorry, tomorrow night?!?”

Jeno nodded calmly, a bit agitated at your loud reaction as it was drawing some attention from a couple people around you. But had he expected you to be all fine and dandy after hearing all of this? Would he have been alright if someone he’d only talked to a couple of times suddenly asked him to act as their fake boyfriend and accompany them out to dinner with that person’s ex???

If so, there had to be something wrong with him.

“Yes, tomorrow night. I don’t get why you’re being so dramatic, it’s only one night and I can repay you in anyways. I just want her to hopefully stop pestering me.”

You closed your eyes, taking in a deep breath and reminding yourself not to blow up because as absurd as this whole situation was, Jeno was still intimidating and would most likely not put up with your reactions for long.

So when you opened them, feeling a bit more cool and collected, you asked again,

“But you still didn’t answer my question. Why me?”

He scowled, sticking his hands in his pockets replying, “Well I couldn’t really ask Jaemin could I? The smaller art boy’s too moody and would ruin it. She definitely wouldn’t believe me if I was going out with the sophomore and that would only leave me with the freshman who jumps at the sound of a feather falling to the ground. Besides, I don’t know nor talk to many other people and I don’t trust easily either.”

Was Jeno trying to tell you he trusted you?

“It’s not that I trust you.” He rushed out, probably thinking the same thing as you, “But I’ve noticed you don’t share secrets and wouldn’t talk about this matter again. Sure, you may get intimidated by me for some reason but you get along with everyone equally and I believe you’d be able to help.”

He started to eat, waiting for your response as you stared at your food in thought.

There was already so much happening in your life with Mark, Julie, exams, end of the school year, Chenle and Jisung and some other things you couldn’t even remember at the moment. Did you really want to add another problem?

Then again, it was only for one night and Jeno was pretty serious with his words. Added onto that, it was going to be a dinner on a Monday night so you could always leave early with him because of school and you just really had to act.

But why was there a bad feeling bubbling in your stomach?

“Can I think about it for a while longer?”

His fork stopped mid-way from bringing the tater tot into his mouth as he looked at you with his brows furrowed.

“I-I’ll message you by tonight for sure but I just need to think about it.” You wanted to get an anonymous second opinion about it and didn’t want to involve yourself in something that could go terribly wrong.

Jeno bit the inside of his cheek in thought before letting out a sigh and saying, “Sure. But you have to message by tonight.”

He then continued to eat and you started your somewhat cooler temperature food, wondering about your luck.

“Wait so why did Hyuck ask you out?” Hendery’s voice boomed as you facetimed him.

You hushed him loudly whispering, “Don’t be so loud dumb-dumb! You’re on speaker!!!”

He snorted, rolling his eyes, “Your family’s downstairs I don’t know why you’re freaking out. It’s not like they’re right up against your door eavesdropping.”

“Still!” You folded your clothes and put them back in your closet.

“Anyways, you didn’t answer me.” He put down his pen that he was using to take notes.

“Dude I already told you. There’s this girl he met at a party and she wouldn’t stop messaging him to go out with her so he told her he’s already in a relationship and now tomorrow night he’s showing me off as his partner to that girl to prove it.”

You really needed to keep a journal of all the lies that had come out of your mouth.

Hendery’s face scrunched up, “Why couldn’t he ask someone else then? I mean is this girl really gonna believe someone like you is dating him?”

You made a face and threw a shirt at your phone, knocking it over on your bed as you heard Hendery’s loud laughing resonating through out your room. It may have seemed like a funny situation in this context but the real situation was much worse.

Since you had come home from that somewhat awkward yet stressful brunch with Jeno, you’d thought to yourself about the consequences if you agreed to his question. He’d never mentioned his ex’s name plus she was his family friend to which you knew no one in our outside of school mentioning they were close with Jeno so most likely you didn’t know her. But did you really want to involve yourself with someone’s ex whose personality you didn’t know about and set yourself up for a not so great night?

And so you’d decided to call Hendery later in the afternoon to get his opinion. He was always your go-to person to get advice from plus he didn’t know about anything happening with the DNYL Club and the whole Mark fiasco so he would never get to know about this matter either. He only knew about your friends through you and had only met them a couple of times.

And the more you talked to your best-friend, the more it dawned upon you that this was what being a good friend or just a good peer was about. This was really the whole message behind the DNYL Club as well. Helping someone out by offering advice, being beside them and just aiding them with their issues about love.

As you went back to your bed to pick up your phone, you sighed asking, “Is this even a good idea? Involving myself with something like this?”

“Well I mean, if you asked Hyuck to ever help you with something like this, do you think he’d agree?”

You thought about Jeno. Would he have agreed if you’d asked him the same thing?

That was the thing, you didn’t know.

But that just made it even clearer for you what your answer was going to be. Even if Jeno would’ve said no and denied to help, you still would’ve helped him whenever he’d asked. Because you knew that he didn’t meddle with other people’s problems and wasn't super keen on getting close with others. But that only made you want to become his friend and for him to get to trust you.

So you smiled to yourself and nodded your head saying, “Yes. And even if he didn’t I’d still help him afterwards regardless.”

“Well, you have your answer then.” Hendery gestured his hands to you, his big brown eyes offering some comfort.

“But be careful,” He warned chewing at his lip, “If this girl’s that obsessive she might even try to go farther in proving yours and Hyuck’s relationship.”

“Whatever you say Dumbdery.” You drawled, picking up a pair of jeans from the ground.

“Anyways, I gotta study so keep me updated about how it all goes tomorrow and call me too.” You frowned, “You have an exam on Tuesday, I’m not going to call you so late!”

Hendery rolled his eyes and scratched his arm, “The exam’s in the afternoon but fineeeeeeeee.”

And with that he yelled out a bye before ending the FaceTime and leaving you to contemplate on what to message Jeno.

The next day was pretty good. Classes went by faster than you’d thought, most likely because you found yourself excited for the day’s club meeting. It was a bit exciting and fun to meet up with all the others since you all had such different lives and came together on a mutual understanding.

You had been nervous for the rest of Sunday and it only seemed to heighten even more now since in a couple of hours or so, you’d be meeting Jeno’s ex-girlfriend and introducing yourself to her as his new love.

But you were pretty curious on what she looked like, who was this girl that had gotten Lee Jeno, king of passive faces and intimidation to like her enough to be her boyfriend? He barely batted an eye when the cheerleading squad walked past him during a basketball game in their short pleated skirts. But that could also be because he had enough decency to not stare and be respectful.

So as you packed up your items and checked your phone to see that everyone had said a yes to meeting up, you wondered on what to wear.

The other night when you’d told Jeno that you could accompany him to dinner he’d said a thank you which surprised you and then shortly after had messaged you the name of the place you were going to as well as saying that if his ex asked any questions about your relationship that he would answer.

You’d agreed and once searching up the place’s name had found out it was quite a fancy place. It was next to a country club which should’ve explained more than enough about the fanciness and was actually a place you’d dreamed of going to with a future romantic partner.

But now you were going with Jeno, your fake “boyfriend” for the night.

Well beggars couldn’t be choosers.

But now you were left with deciding on what to wear because you didn’t own many fancy, rich clothes. You’d have to discuss with maybe Hendery later about it. For now, you needed to focus on the happy less stressful things like DNYL Club.

You waited in the library for a couple of minutes for people to clear out so they wouldn’t see you make your way down the old wing. And as you scoured the place for a book on dating tips to help you get more accustomed for your acting, your phone dinged.

Mark: Hey u free today? :)

Your heart skipped a beat. It wasn’t anything new for him to message you first since he always contacted first to ask for advice but he hadn’t done it in a while just separately, usually he messaged in the groupchat.

And you were most definitely not free. But you couldn’t really tell him the reason why. So you made up another lie.

You: Hey sorry I gotta study for a test this week, but I can chat thru msgs, what’s up? :)

You saw the little three dots pop up right away, indicating he was typing up a message and were a little surprised at how fast he was replying. But you tried to not let it get to you and make you happy, he was just being friendly. Friends could message right away too.

Mark: Oh :( I was wondering if we could go out for like snacks or somethin,,,,, plus I needed some help in finding an outfit cause.......... guess who just landed a study date with Julie?

No. Your mouth dropped open and you slumped to the ground.

How???

After weeks, days of him trying to get her to like him or even just talk to him, how had he managed to get her to go on a study date with him? You didn’t know what to say as you blinked, rereading his message over and over.

But you knew if you stayed silent for long he’d suspect something so you mustered up your fake best-friend nature replying,

You: Srsly!??!?!?!?!!??! Wth I’m so happy for u!!!!!!!! How is our small boy Markly actually doing good with love??????? I'm legit yelling.

He messaged back some laughing emojis before explaining how he’d asked her to help him with creating chemistry study notes since Julie had completed Chem 11 and was now in the senior Chemistry class for the second half of the year. She’d apparently agreed and you knew it was because she never turned down to help others plus studying with someone else was always a great thing.

You locked your phone and turned off your ringer, putting it into your pocket as you got up and finally made your way to the old music room.

Sure, you’d been helping Mark to get with Julie, but never had you ever thought that it would’ve happened. She was too busy with school work and wouldn’t have an interest in a guy who had a crush on her.

This was all going horribly wrong and you had played a part in it.

And as you entered the music room, now tired and still in disbelief you were met with the cheery sounds of Chenle’s high pitched laughing.

You looked up to see him goofing off with Harvey and Jisung also laughing at how they had accidentally broken a chair. It brought a small smile to your face as you noticed Jeno and Renjun judging them from afar and Jaemin had headphones in, tapping his legs to the music he was listening to and seemingly bored.

All eyes turned to you as you got closer and you noticed how Jaemin stopped tapping, taking off his headphones as a flirtatious smile spread across his face after seeing you. Renjun’s eyes lit up but he stayed with his arms crossed as to not show the others he was a bit happy to see you. Jeno nodded your way as Chenle ran to you enveloping you in a big hug and squeezing the life out of you as he screeched your name.

Jisung shyly waved your way apparently gone back to his shy state in person even though he was quite the chatterbox on phone call and Harvey welcomed you back.

A warm feeling ran through you seeing how you were surrounded by people that maybe cared and all worries about Mark lifted.

This was what the club aimed for and with each meeting, you felt it lift that heavy weight on your heart.

“Alright guys! Why don’t we share about our weekends?”

You all gathered around and sat down on the chairs as Harvey asked you the question. It seemed like today you weren’t going to go outside and hang out.

“Mine was good! I met up with some fun friends and we had brunch together!” Chenle piped up first eagerly, casting a knowing glance your way.

“That sounds fun!” Harvey beamed to the bright sophomore before turning to Jisung.

“I-I just stayed at home a-and studied for exams.” He nervously wiped his hands on his denim shorts.

“I met a cutie at the park.” Jaemin lazily said as he winked at you.

“Well good direction but remember, it isn't always about falling in love.” Harvey put up his finger like a mother teaching her children some life lessons.

“What about you Jeno?” The blond senior smiled at the dark-haired, bored looking junior.

“I went out.” He shortly answered, hands in his pockets again.

The room was silent as Harvey bright smile didn’t falter hearing the boy’s uninterested tone and he moved onto Renjun.

The smaller boy shrugged saying, “Had the weekend to myself so I did art with a- with someone.”

You didn’t miss out on how he almost called you his friend, knowing that the art he had done was graffiti and you were the “someone”. But you still took it as a good thing and that you were becoming closer with him.

Renjun was also back to his colourful style with a dark blue and paint splattered shirt with white jeans. It also seemed like no one had commented on his new hair colour or maybe they had before you’d walked into the room but it looked even better in the daylight than it had that night.

And as Harvey looked your way you panicked a bit. Since you’d been with almost all of them during the weekend except for Jisung so when Harvey asked you, you replied with,

“Just studied and talked to friends, not much.”

He gave a thumbs up before sharing about his stomach flu and how he’d been so sad that you all couldn't meet up last Friday.

The rest of the time you all discussed about whether you preferred meetings like this or the outside of school hangouts. As well as brainstorming, what you could all do for outside hangouts. It involved more thinking but it was still fun and relaxing for you. So the time passed by at a good pace.

And when you’d all had left, you finally checked your phone to see any new messages or calls. But Mark had only messaged you that he hoped you’d studied well and had a great rest of your day and the other notifications were memes that had been sent in some Instagram group chats you were a part of.

But a new message popped up from Jeno as he said that he’d come by at 7 to pick you up. So only a couple of hours for you to get ready. Great.

“This one?” You put up an outfit up to your body looking at your phone.

“Or this one?” You switched and put another outfit up to your body.

“Hmmmm..... I like the second one!” Olivia said from your phone as you facetimed her.

You had needed a female’s advice on dressing so you’d asked her if you could FaceTime to ask about what to wear to a nice place. Explaining that your family was going out to eat somewhere really nice and you wanted to look good for it.

The best thing about Olivia was that she didn’t question too much, just talked and talked forever about her thoughts and what was happening with her. Which of course she was doing by talking about this rude guy who she’d bumped into accidentally on the bus.

“But yeah like, if I said i’m sorry, then I'm sorry, no need to huff and roll your eyes at me. Like who does he even think he is???” She chewed on her pasta while speaking to you.

You had around half an hour until Jeno came to pick you up so you quickly changed into the outfit she’d approved of before coming out to ask on how to style your hair.

“I think it looks cute the way it is. No need to change it.” She scooped some more pasta as she spoke.

“Are you sure?”

“Yep.” She shovelled the pasta into her mouth and smile at you with stuffed cheeks. You laughed and thanked her before telling her you had to rush and go and ending the Facetime.

Your phone dinged and you looked at it to see Jeno had messaged.

LeeJen00: I’m 10 minutes away.

Huh. It was only half past six, why was he coming so early?????

But you quickly looked in the mirror before putting on some tinted (chapstick/lip gloss) and running out your room to go wear your fancy shoes you’d borrowed from Olivia.

You’d explained to your family that you were going out with your friends to a fun and fancy place just for fun and wanted to dress up a bit. They hadn’t seen through your bluff and had let you go, as long as you came back at a reasonable time since it was a school night.

So you shoved on the shoes and grabbed a coat before going outside, the cool summer air attempting to calm your nerves.

And it was then that you saw this sleek and shiny sports car pull up onto your road before smoothly gliding onto your driveway. He drove?

Your mind was swarming with so many thoughts as you looked at the clean and expensive looking shiny car. Was Jeno really that rich or was this maybe his parent’s car? Even so, this car looked like it cost quite a bit of money meaning he had to above middle class.

You were expecting him to get out of the driver’s seat as the windows were too tinted for you to make out who was driving but surprisingly the door from the back opened and out came Jeno.

Was this guy even Jeno?

Because this guy was wearing a crisp dark blue button up with dark slacks and not the regular sportsy casual clothes. And as he walked towards you, it became more apparent that he looked even better up close with his hair styled upwards, similar to how Renjun’s had been over the weekend.

But while Renjun had looked different in a more urban and teenaged way, Jeno looked much older. He sure cleaned up well.

His thin lips were in a straight line as he looked at you which did make you feel a bit shy as you wondered if your outfit was fine or not. But he didn’t comment as he extended his hands out and mumbled,

“My driver’s watching and will most likely report this all to my parents so just play along.”

Driver?

Oh, so he was rich rich huh.

But after practicing your lines and your fake in love smiles, you beamed at him, leaning in for a hug. Your heart was beating a mile a minute because you’d never hugged a guy like this before. As if you were in love.

Hell, even with Mark the best you’d done was a side-hug or a handshake. But hugging Jeno felt nice. A little too nice. You could feel how hard he worked out with his stiff chest and taut muscles that enclosed you in a hug back. But he was also warm too and because of that, the cologne he was wearing smelled even better.

You pulled away as to not linger for too long so that he would question and he put his hand out, plastering a fake smile on his face. You were so blinded by seeing him smile and not display his usual devilish smirk that once he realized you were in shock, he reached for your hand, holding it in his warm and smooth one.

He pulled you along, almost dragging you in a way as you held hands and walked towards his car. For someone who played basketball, his hands sure were soft and nice to hold.

You both got in and the driver nodded at you stiffly in the rearview mirror before pulling out of your driveway. Jeno had let go of your hand now and you were mentally going over in your head about what to do.

“Hey,” He whispered to get your attention. You turned to look at him, still taken aback at how good he looked.

“Don’t be nervous, I got everything under control.”

And oh how you wished he had.

For when his driver dropped you two off outside the restaurant and the both of you entered with your fake lovey dovey hand holding show as the hostess at the front door taking you to the reserved table in the back. You were more than shocked at the person seated and smiling so widely at the boy beside you. And it seemed she was too as millions of emotions crossed her face when her eyes landed on you.

Well shit.

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hollyand-writes · 4 years ago

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Quarantine Q&A

I was tagged by the lovely @gremlinquisitor ❤️ Sorry it took me so long to get round to doing this!

Tagging: anyone who feels up to it -- like Erin said in her own post, take care of yourself first, and if you don’t feel like you can talk about this, then please don’t try to force it. ❤️

Are you staying home from work or school?

My husband and I have both been working from home since mid-March. I was already pretty much working from home before that anyway (been doing it for about a decade), so I was used to it and therefore don’t feel my life has changed dramatically. We’re really lucky that our jobs can be done 100% from home -- March and April were really busy months for both of us work-wise, so I think that helped us both cope and feel useful.

In a weird way, lockdown didn’t/doesn’t upset or stress me out? I think it’s because I had a head start on worrying about the pandemic back in January: I have family in China/HK/SE Asia and I was really, really worried about them for a bit. I follow a few Chinese-language social media accounts of people based in China / East Asia and what was coming out of there was really, really bad -- sometimes worse than what was being reported in Western media -- and people over there were so angry and terrified for months before anyone in the West started worrying about it, I think.

So, by the time the pandemic hit the UK and lockdown was announced, I think I was just relieved that finally there was something I could “do” about what was going on in the world, if that made sense??? I’d been reading these first-hand anonymous accounts “on the ground” in Chinese for two months by that point, so I felt like I kind of knew what to expect physically and emotionally. (My family and family-friends out there are all fine as far as I know, btw.)

If you’re staying home, who’s with you?

My husband. 9 weeks into lockdown and we’re still very much enjoying having each other around! He misses his colleagues, but he doesn’t miss his commute. We have the odd Zoom party and catch up with his family on FaceTime (it’s weird how it took a pandemic for us to think of video-calling them instead of phoning them), but yeah, he’s been great lockdown company and I love having him home! I don’t want him to go back to work LMAO!

We work in the same room, but tend to be very good at focusing on our work during the work day, so we don’t really distract each other and give each other space when needed (mentally rather than physically, though; we live in a tiny flat with only like 3 rooms so it’s hard to give each other physical space). We play endless games of Civ6 against the other during breaks from work.

Are you a homebody?

Before 2020? No, not at all. But after lockdown started? I’ve been discovering the delights of just chilling at home with my husband, being busy and in-demand at work, writing, reading books, teaching myself Photoshop (working through an online course LMAO) and playing Civ.

Also I’ve been really happy about all the money I’m saving from not going out and not buying anything apart from food and books LMAO!

I’ve not really felt very talkative this year; and after lockdown started, that even extended to many of my real-life friends -- I’ve just felt happy staying at home and not talking to anyone except my husband, for some reason. (As an aside -- sorry to all of you on Tumblr and Discord for not chatting so much -- it’s not personal, it’s just whatever phase I’m going through, both IRL and online!) I’m not depressed or anything, I don’t think -- just happy doing my own thing for a bit.

An event that you were looking forward to that got cancelled.

The one that I was most gutted about was the Euro 2020 football tournament (soccer to you Americans of course) -- I had tickets to go to the final in July. But the organisers said they’ll hold the tournament next year and tickets will be valid, so I don’t feel so bad about it now.

I miss the gym the most, I think. Everything else has kind of sorted itself out (even cancelled events), but the gym / working-out thing hasn’t. I started doing some home workouts with resistance bands at first, but I’ve fallen out of the habit of that somewhat -- it’s just not the same as having an actual barbell in your hands.

I was also meant to go on holiday to Greece with friends (12 of us) but that’s been cancelled. Funnily enough, when lockdown was announced in the UK I was secretly relieved, because I had a lot of social events lined up and my social life had been so busy up to that point that I was starting to get rather overwhelmed with it all. Turns out I’m an extrovert with a strong introvert streak.

What movies have you watched recently? What shows are you watching?

Hmmmm.... not really so much movies, I think. Aside from Frozen 2 (again). We’re currently working our way more through the 1994 BBC TV series of the classic novel Middlemarch (because I’ve been reading it), but we tend to play Civ, or read, or bake/cook, rather than watch TV.

What music are you listening to?

Gosh, loads, haha! The Frozen 2 soundtrack. Ibiza clubland tunes (to remind me of good times, LOL). Listened to old Eurovision tracks over the weekend (to get me in the spirit, even if Eurovision 2020 was cancelled). Attended virtual concerts that my friends in music bands have been holding. Pretty much everything you can imagine, whenever the mood strikes. Today I was listening to Suede’s Singles.

What are you reading?

Right now I’m reading “Middlemarch” by George Eliot; I’ve been getting through lots of books since February, both fiction and non-fiction.

That said, I’ve not really felt like reading fanfic much -- stopped reading Dragon Age fanfiction in December or January (and completely fell out of the fandom for a while, too) so I’m really behind on every longfic I was following. I’m only just starting to catch up on it all, in May, although I don’t see myself being in fandom/online that much. I’ll get to all your fics eventually! I’m just slow 😄

What are you doing for self-care?

Lots of things, and I think they’re helping because I’ve been coping OK so far (sorry this list is so long!):

Staying offline -- especially off Tumblr and Discord and Twitter -- more often, which has really helped me get work done (sorry I’ve not been around much, though) and finally getting around to doing all those projects I didn’t have time to do / wasn’t home often enough to do is helping, especially when I can see progress being made

Weekly therapy sessions -- started these last year when my brother got very seriously ill; the therapy sessions have now moved online via video-call rather than face-to-face and in-person, but I’m still keeping up with them through the pandemic. I haven’t felt like I need it, tbh, but I figured it couldn’t hurt to keep having therapy just in case...

Being grateful for how lucky I am -- I’m still alive and well for now, as are my loved ones, my husband and I are still in jobs / earning money, and things could be a lot worse; for example, at least I’m still able to go for walks in the park: my brother is officially a “vulnerable category” person who has to stay completely indoors and self-isolate for 12 weeks, even though he’s in remission; he can’t even go to the shops to get food

Working -- it’s been really nice sometimes to keep busy. The nature of my work means that unfortunately I can’t completely switch off from the news, so I tend to look at less of the bad and sad news and consume more the “how does the pandemic affect my specific specialism or field” news -- I find that limiting my news consumption is helping

Husband and I go for a walk in the park in the sunshine once a day (it’s been warm and sunny in London ever since lockdown started in March) for like 45 minutes a day. We have a really lovely park and I’ve taken lots of nice nature photos, and have discovered parts of the park and our neighbourhood that we didn’t know before, which has been very exciting 😁

We’ve been cooking and baking a lot more because we’re not commuting, and we’ve got time to cook ourselves nicer / healthier meals, and experimenting with baking puddings and cakes.

Taking multivitamins and fish oil every day, with boosters for Vitamin D3 and magnesium -- I actually think the latter has helped me sleep better and helped with motivation this year, but who knows LOL

FaceTime with husband’s family -- I actually think this lockdown has improved the quality of our relationships there, and they’ve been really happy to chat to us more often than usual

Just... not pushing myself on anything: usually I’m a really chatty and sociable person, but this year I’ve been far less chatty and just not felt so sociable, and just enjoyed being away from people to read and write or whatever. My one and only goal in 2020 is to survive it -- literally, given that there’s a pandemic on, LOL. Anything else is a bonus.

#stuff about me #long post #personal

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maddox026 · 4 years ago

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"Good day. My name is Michael and I'll be your attendant today. Here is our menu and I'll be back after five minutes to get your order ma'am. We'll be serving your water in a while."

"Got it. Thank you Michael."

"You're welcome ma'am and thank you too."

Your eyes started scanning the menu card handed over to you by the waiter. This is the new Italian restaurant the two women at the washroom were talking about a while ago. Not really intending to eavesdrop, you overheard their conversation when you dropped by for a bladder break before the movie started. Both seemed to be on their early 30's reminding you of your own set of girl friends. The taller one of the two was telling the other one about her experience on the restaurant in that building which just opened two weeks ago.

"Imagine how shocked I was after seeing them there. I haven't had my usual coffee dose yet but my heart was palpitating already. Good thing I was done eating by the time they arrived or else I wouldn't have probably finished my meal. Awkward."

"How was it? Did you guys had a little chitchat or did you just nod at each other? Did his partner smiled at you???" The shorter woman asked curiously while lathering her hands with the cucumber scented soap.

"I think he saw my eyes widen but I manage to do a quick smile both to him and to his, girlfriend or wife maybe before I went out. Sis, don't get me wrong. I've moved on and all but I think there will always be that slight feeling of awkwardness whenever you ran to your long time ex-boyfriend." As if wanting to put extra emphasis on her last statement, the woman responded while rolling her eyeballs.

“Ex-fiancee, sis. Hahaha! How was the food? I hope it was worth the run-in encounter with your past flame somehow.”

“Well in fairness the food was great. I read a review about it on Metro Story’s Foodtrip column and my expectations were met. You should visit it with Andrew one of these days.”

“I see. I’ll tell him about it. Sis, I just realized. Your ex-pectations were met indeed.Hahaha!”

“Sira.Let’s go.” The two women eventually left the washroom. You checked your seat number in the movie stub for the last time and headed out as well.

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Exactly after five minutes, the waiter got back to your table to take your order. As he walks away you close your eyes and tried to absorb the classical music being played on the background. You tried to remember the grocery list you mentally did last night. Funny how just a while ago, you were watching the full movie version of a 90′s cartoon series you loved as a kid. Now here you are, back being an adult thinking about the household items you need to buy and whether you’ll be doing your laundry tonight or delay it tomorrow.

“So what are the chances?”

Startled at the voice which was coming from your back, you turned around and saw an old face with a goofy smile. What is it with this place making people cross paths with their past? Is this included in their specialty or something? Muling Ibalik with a side of Multo ng Nakaraan pasta?

“Oi.Hi!” Although still a little off guard, you were able to somehow respond with a small smile.

“I knew it was you the moment I saw your hair and your back. Kumusta?“

You wanted to say you were doing just okay right before he came in but you knew it would be best not to. Knowing him, that would make his goofy smile wider. “I’m good. Ikaw? What’s up?”

His lips moved as he answers your question but you can’t catch on to what he’s saying. You told yourself you’re going to bring up to your close friend who majored in Social Science how and who started the social norm to automatically ask the other person how they are doing as well after being asked “Kumusta?”

“...also, I’m not sure but did you watch Dragon Gang before coming here? I think you were seated a few rows in front of me.”

“Really? Yeah I was at Cinema 3 a while ago.” Okay. Maybe you should have just lied to cut this conversation already.

“Small world.Hahaha!”

Small world. Two words usually said to show surprise when an unexpected encounter or connection between people happens. Yet, the very same people who tells you this can also make the world seem vast, big and empty when their presence is no longer felt.

“Hi sir and ma’am. Sorry for the interruption but I would just like to check if you will be sharing this table together? If not, I’ll be happy to assist you to a vacant table sir.” Michael politely asked, perhaps noticing how the newly arrived guest was not yet seated somewhere.

“Oh wait. I’ll ask her first if we can share this spot. Maya, okay lang?”

If you say no, will the people nearby including the kind waiter judge you? Will they give you the wrong impression if you decline?

“Yeah sure. No big deal.” You swallowed the lump in your throat which started forming the moment you saw this guy who’s clad in denim jacket. Making a mental note, you remind yourself to control your voice and expression now that your conversation is obviously nowhere its ending yet.

“So did you liked the movie?” He asked while showing you the yellow movie stub he have as well.

Three years ago and you would have immediately given a lengthy reply to his question. You would have talked about all the highs and lows of the film perhaps even enough to impress Mrs. Tagle, your favorite English teacher back in college.

College, where you two first met as classmates in one of your minor subjects. You went out together one time but things didn’t took a romantic turn after that as there were other incidents that occurred.

Three years after your graduation, your paths met again unexpectedly while you were looking for this popular bookshop. The two of you went out for two or three dates but just liked before, things fizzled out afterwards. Back then the term, “ghosting” wasn’t as known as it is now but it’s kind of how it ended. Or how he, ended. It’s okay though as you both moved on afterwards.

The years after that, you stayed connected through social media although mostly just sending each other simple birthday greetings whenever one is celebrating.

Three years ago though, your simple greeting turned into more casual chats and there were times when you would talk about deep issues about life. Bucket lists, goals and aspirations, lessons on past relationships etc., these were some of the topics you used to talk about. Random conversations you started looking forward to especially during weekends and eventually became the source of your heart ache when they no longer started happening. A phase worthy enough to earn you a live performance of this new hip band who’s debut song is entitled, “You foolish girl.”

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“Yeah. I liked the movie. It was not disappointing.”

“Haha! I have to agree. It wasn’t disappointing indeed. Although there were just some scenes which I think were confusing for some fans who haven’t read the entire manga series.”

You stared at him just politely smiling, not really in the mood to be your usual chatty self. Slowly, people at the restaurant started coming in and you wished Michael would be back already with both of your food.

“They did not show in the movie what happened to Brutly’s parents and also how all of a sudden Gozu became well after that serious illness he had. Those were just my two cents though.Hahaha! They did however still managed to bring justice to Teriyene’s masterpiece.”

“Batang 90′s. Hehehe...” That was all the response you were able to think of at that moment. You weren’t really nervous being there with him and all but there’s a cloud of hesitation in your head and you wonder if he can feel it.

“Yeah...By the way, I’m sorry if you felt obliged to accept my table request in front of the waiter earlier. I guess I was just really happy seeing an old acquaintance after a long time.”

“What? It’s okay. Long time indeed.”

That’s it? That’s all this guy is saying sorry for, you asked yourself. What about those times in the past when -

“Here’s your food sir and ma’am.” Michael proceeded to enumerate the order he took a while ago and asked if there is anything else he can assist you with. You both shake your head as you said no and he left you two alone again afterwards.

“By the way, I’m not sure if you’ve noticed but I think most of the moviegoers were around their 30′s to 40′s.”

“Really? I didn’t notice it. Based from the occasional cheer the audience were giving though, I think it’s safe to assume there were a lot of dads or titos who were watching.” Maybe you can make the conversation going but just avoid eye contact as much as possible?

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“You know your eyes are very pretty. The color suits your complexion and your hair as well.”

The 1st semester is about to end and he sent a text message after your class inviting you for a movie and dinner to unwind. Funny because for some reason your ex boyfriend and another male friend sent an invitation to hang out too that same day.

Maybe because you’ve been sharing a room together for more than three years already, your roommate Kris was able to read your bubble thoughts.

“Maya? Go. Accept it.”

“Huh?”

“Go out with him. Not your ex and si other kuya. Your crushmate, I mean your “classmate”. I’ll wait for your post-date kwento.”

“But...I’m not really sure if...”

“Why are you hesitating? Come on. Don’t you like him??”

“Hey! I admit he’s cute but - . Wait, why weren’t you this eager when I told you about the other two invites?”

“You know why? Because your facial reaction yesterday when you were telling me about it was your normal facial expression. But today, when you were reading his text message, your cheeks turned pink like this shirt I’m wearing.”

She’s right. You felt a thump in your heart after reading the text message. You’re hesitating though as you can’t get rid of the player vibes you’re sensing. The way he walks, the way he talks, his overall confident attitude gives off a feeling that he’s used to talking to or wooing girls that comes near him.

“They’re light brown, right?” Perhaps it’s because you were facing each

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