#they went on a double date with their fake girlfriends just because they were to scared to go on an actual date which each other

[originallymarysue]

Was it just me or did anyone else think that SMG4 and SMG3 were on a date in the new episode?

[mylovesstuffs]

OT13 reactions to your "let's break up" text prank

Request: Hello! I've been reading your stuff, and it's so good. I was wondering if I could request something? A while back, there was a prank on TikTok with girlfriends texting their boyfriends asking/telling them they wanted to break up. I was wondering if you could do Seventeen OT13 reactions to the same scenario? Let me know if this is okay! Thank you! :)

A/N: Ah, this took me longer to complete than I expected. Anyway, this is their reaction to the general, "Let's break up," text tiktok trend. I know it's a really common prompt, but I still wanted to try it out. The videos the anon later sent me of the trend for the request (because I hadn’t seen before) actually had a twist, like, "What do we do when we break up," or, "When we break up, ___." These felt a bit different from the straightforward, "Let's break up," so I’ll be writing that version as well. I really want these to meet your expectations, anon, as well as for everyone else reading. So, if this isn’t quite what you were hoping for, please stay tuned for my next reaction post—it’ll be up soon. Until then, I hope you enjoy this one!

For the sake of the reaction, OT13 are not physically with their s/o at the moment.

Content: Suggestive in some members (Joshua, Mingyu, Minghao and Dino) MDNI!, angst if you squint, other than these I think it's cute heheh

This is my personal opinion and perspective. It may not accurately reflect their real-life personalities or behaviors.

Seungcheol: At first, he thinks you're joking, but the tone of your message makes him pause. He’s a natural leader who reads between the lines, so your message would raise a red flag. He’d immediately call you instead of texting back.

"What’s going on? Is this a joke, or are you serious?", "If something’s wrong, we need to talk about it, not text about it." If you stay silent to keep the prank going, he’d start to worry. “Listen, if you’re upset or unsure about us, we should talk in person. Breaking up over text isn’t like you.”

When you finally admit it’s a prank, you’d hear a heavy sigh of relief on the other end of the line. “You had me thinking about where I went wrong. Don’t mess with me like that, okay?” He’d pout and demand extra cuddles, peppered with kisses as apology payments, but it’s not long before he uses this prank against you, teasing about how you can’t live without him.

Jeonghan: He sees right through it. Jeonghan is the master of mind games, he knows exactly how to flip the script. When he reads your breakup text, he’d smirk to himself and reply with something like,

"Oh no, how will I ever survive without you? 🙄"

Or,

“Shit, what did I do? Let me grab my tissues and cry in public.”

If you double down, insisting it's serious, he might add a touch of fake sincerity just to keep you on edge,

“Alright, if this is real, I need to hear it from you in person. But if you’re joking, just admit it already so that you don't have to embarrass yourself before I start planning my heartbreak playlist.”

When you finally confess, he’d grin slyly and shake his head.

“You thought you could out-prank me? Cute. Now you owe me a nice date to make up for trying to stress me out.” (but was he even stressed in the first place?)

He wouldn’t even pretend to be mad, but his devilish smirk would remind you just how much you underestimated him. It was a nice try but you need to work harder to fool him.

Joshua: Joshua’s initial response is shock. He would be one of the most heartbroken, mainly because he wouldn’t immediately assume it’s a prank. His first response would be thoughtful and kind, showing how much he values your relationship He types and deletes messages a few times before sending:

“Is this really how you feel? Did I do something to make you feel this way? I’d really like to talk about it instead of texting.”

If you don’t reply quickly, he’d follow up with another message,

“Please don’t make a decision like this without us talking. I want to fix whatever’s wrong.”

When you finally admit it’s a joke, his relief would be palpable, and he’d laugh nervously. “I can’t believe you’d scare me like that!” He really thought he lost you for a second. You’re lucky he can’t stay mad at you. But just like Seungcheol he'll pout and will have to make up with him for some more~ (“You better make this up to me. Tonight.”) I'll keep it open to interpretation.

Jun: Jun would be confused and a bit hurt but wouldn’t jump to conclusions. He’d reread the text multiple times, trying to understand where it was coming from.

"I don't understand...."

"Did I do something wrong? I thought we were happy."

"Can we talk about this in person?"

If you keep the prank going, he’d start to blame himself so,

“I didn’t realize I was making you feel this way. I’m sorry.”

“Can we meet and talk about this?”

He was about to bring over your favorite snacks and talk it out and fix things!Then when you admit it’s a prank, he’d groan and playfully pout. His pout would be so adorable that you’d smother him with kisses in apology, and he’d happily take them all.

Hoshi: Hoshi's immediate reaction would be pure panic. He’d spam you with messages, each one more frantic than the last:

"WHAT?!"

"What do you mean break up?"

"Why??"

"Did I do something wrong?"

"I’ll fix it, I promise!"

"Don’t leave me!!!"

When you don’t reply fast enough, he’d call you, his voice would be shaky, “Please, let’s talk it out! I can’t lose you!” so when you finally tell him it’s a prank, he’d let out the most dramatic sigh of relief and switch to playful scolding in an instant saying things like, “You almost gave me a heart attack!” His whole world actually flashed before his eyes. But he wouldn’t let it slide easily, so you better give him cuddles for a week to make up for this!

Wonwoo: Wonwoo would approach it maturely but with a heavy heart.

"Is this really what you want?"

“If this is what you really want, I won’t stand in your way. But I’d like to know why, so I can understand.”

"I just want you to be happy, even if it’s not with me."

If you push the prank further, he’d try to give you space while quietly reflecting on what he might have done wrong.

“I hope you’re okay. Just let me know when you’re ready to talk.”

After this text from him, you'll have to immediately stop the prank because he's actually taking this into consideration for your sake. When you confess that it was all a prank, he’d take a moment before chuckling softly and saying, “You really scared me there. I was already preparing to give you the space you needed. Don’t joke about something like this, okay?” You really scared this man.

Woozi: He would be stunned and would stare at the message for a long time, unsure how to react. He finally texts back:

“Is this real? Did something happen?”

If you keep insisting it’s serious, he’d start overthinking.

“I didn’t realize I was making you feel this way. I’m sorry. Let’s meet and talk, please.”

When you reveal it’s a prank, he’d let out a heavy sigh and come all the way home to roll his eyes at you lmao. He can’t believe you just did that. Do you think he's laughing? No, he's not. But he'll forgive you this time. He’d try to act annoyed, but the small smile on his face would give him away.

Dokyeom: This poor man's heart would break immediately, and he’d call you with his voice trembling, his speech coming in quick succession, "What happened? Why do you want to break up? I don’t understand. Whatever it is, I’m sorry! Please!"

When you finally admit it’s a prank, he’d laugh out of sheer relief, but you’d sense his lingering panic. "You’re so mean! My heart is still racing!" (It is). So please do us a favour, don't do this type of prank with our cutie patootie and save him from a potential heartbreak.

Mingyu: Mingyu would be devastated but would try to keep it together.

"What? Why?"

"Did I do something wrong?"

"Can we talk about this face-to-face?."

When you finally tell him it’s a prank, he’d groan and collapse onto the couch, his hands covering his face. “You scared me so much! I was about to drop everything and come see you. You’re going to pay for this with a date night—and maybe a private encore performance after.” Again I'll leave this up to your interpretation of what happens after he comes back home.

Minghao: Minghao would handle it coolly but with a hint of worry.

"If that’s what you really want, I won’t stop you."

"But I’d like to know why."

When you admit it’s a prank, he’d shake his head and smirk. "Don’t test me like that again." Again, I'm leaving this up to your interpretation of what happens next when he's back home. (He’d pull you close, his lips ghosting over yours as he adds, "Next time you want my attention, just say so. No need for dramatics." — snippet)

Seungkwan: Seungkwan would immediately start spiraling the moment he reads your text. His fingers would move at lightning speed, sending a flurry of messages that progressively show his panic:

"Why??"

"????"

"What happened?"

"Is it something I did?"

"Please tell me we can fix this."

When you tell him it’s a prank, he’d yell. "YOU DID NOT JUST DO THAT TO ME!" He’d immediately start pacing in circles, waving his hands around like he’s rehearsing for a drama, "I was about to cry! How could you do this to me?" while being in call with you. But then he’d laugh, give you a side eye and forgive you.

Vernon: Vernon would be too stunned to react at first. After what feels like an eternity (but is really just two minutes), he’d reply:

"Uh... what? Can we talk about this?"

He's genuinely surprised so when you tell him it’s a joke, he’d sigh and laugh awkwardly cause then it makes sense for you to do a tiktok prank on him. "You’re wild for that. My brain didn’t know how to process it." I mean who can break up with a breathtakingly gorgeous man like him?. Also, you might catch him giving you side glances for the rest of the day, as if he’s still recovering from the fake heartbreak.

Dino: Dino would be heartbroken and immediately reply.

"What? Why?"

"I thought we were happy together."

When you reveal it’s a prank, his gasp would be loud enough to echo. "No way you just did that to me! I was about to cry!" He’d pout and demand endless apologies. His grin would leave no doubt about his plans to make you make up for it. He might be the youngest but again...I'm leaving this up to your interpretation.

[sweetbans29]

Bowling - CC

Pairing: Caitlin Clark x Reader

Summary: Date night with Caitlin - headcanon (based on THIS request)

Warnings: nothing, fluff

Word Count: 1.2k

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AN: I am a huge fan of bowling. Am I good? No. I used to go weekly with friends and had gotten progressively worse.

You told Caitlin you wanted to go out for a date night but wanted to do something normal. Caitlin, of course, was completely on board and said she loves normal. You laughed at her and know the two of you have a different idea of normal. Your idea of normal was going out and having a fun night with your girl - maybe some sort of activity like bowling or an escape room. On the other side of that, your girlfriend is the single most competitive person you know. Sometimes not to her advantage. She hates to lose. And you don't blame her but she takes it to a whole other level. You thought it would be different with you, but you were very wrong.

"Okay, you owe...$320," you say and you hear her puff. "No way in hell do I owe that much," she says as her blood begins to boil. "Do you think I am lying?" You say with a laugh, you pass her the property card and point out the hotel cost. "I own this property and it had a hotel on it, therefore it is $320. Pay up, babe!" She reluctantly hands you the fake money and she rolls the dice again, landing on doubles again. She moves her piece the number of spaces and lets out another angry groan when she lands on another spot of yours. You tell how much she owes you but she refuses. "If you refuse - that means you forfeit and therefore lose," you tell her and she gets up. "This is stupid," she says and walks away from the table. "Hey, you are the one that chose the game - I am just playing it with you. It is not my fault that you don't know how to play Monopoly," you call out to her. She mutters a string of profanities and waves you off. You packed up the game and went to find your girl. She was lying in bed with a replay of a game on the TV. You come over and poke at her leg. She moves it away from you. "Babe, come on," you say and sit facing her. She doesn't say anything and keeps her attention on the game. Sighing, you move to sit next to her and try to cuddle into her side. She doesn't initially move as you wrap your arm around her waist and put your head on her shoulder. It was only when you began to fall asleep that you felt Caitlin's arm shift, bringing you to her side and rub your back. You know she isn't mad at you and you learned how her drive to win wasn't only on the court - it was in all areas of life.

You knew when you told Caitlin that you wanted to go out and do something that it would have to be something that she was decent at. So when you suggested either bowling or an escape room, she chose bowling.

It was a Thursday night and the two of you had just gotten to the bowling alley. You both got your shoes and headed to your lane, grabbing your choice of ball on the way.

You finish putting your shoes on and look over at your girl. "Ready love?" You ask and give her a hug. She kisses the top of your head. "You'll still love me regardless of how this game goes, right?" You ask in a joking manner. "Mmmhmm," she responds but you are not satisfied with her answer. You pull away and look at her. "Caitlin, you will love me regardless of who wins, correct?" You are looking her dead in the eye now as you wait for her response. "Of course, babe. Of course," she says as she leans down to give you a kiss. You turn your head so she kisses your cheek instead of you lips. "Good, because you are going down." You say sweetly and begin your turn.

The two of you took every frame like it was the championship game. You had made your tone clear that this wasn't going to be a friendly game but rather a full-blown competition - completely abandoning your initial stance of a 'normal' date. You knew that any time the two of you did something competitive it would never be normal. The game is neck and neck.

You step up, ball in hand. It is the last frame and Caitlin is up by 13. She got a spare in the final frame putting her comfortably in the lead. You would need to do the same to put yourself within winning distance. "Don't mess up," your girlfriend says in a teasing tone. You know she is nervous when she tries to get in your head. You take a deep breath and bowl. You get a strike. A smile dawning your face before as you walk to grab another ball to finish the game off. You finish off the frame, beating Caitlin by 4. You walk over to shake her hand but she just sits there with her arms crossed. "Babe, you did good - that was the best game either of us have bowled." You tell her as you squat in front of her, putting your hands on her crossed arms. She rolls her eyes and lets out a cute little huff. "Come on - there is still time for you to beat me in the arcade," you say and she stands. She begins walking to the arcade area but not before grabbing your hand to make sure you are with her.

Before you get too far you bring her back to change your shoes out. She was so focused on going to the arcade that she forgot she was still wearing her bowling shoes.

Once you both return the shoes, Caitlin and you walk hand in hand to the arcade games. As focused as she is on winning - she makes sure you are next to her.

You follow her around and play all the games that Caitlin wants. You don't take it easy on her but you do let her take the lead every now and again. You love winning but you love your girl more.

She ends up winning more tickets than you and is happy with her win. The two of you head over to the prize counter and she chooses a Nerf basketball while you choose candy and a little plastic dino.

When the two of you get home, you lounge on the couch. She turns on some game highlights and you curl up next to her. "I love you, but we should never do anything that involves a winner and a loser for a date ever again," you say. She lets out a little laugh and rubs your shoulder. "I think we can - we just need it to be on a group date and we need to be on the same team," she says and kisses the top of your head. "Ooo I like the way you think, I can call Lexi and her boyfriend - maybe we can go on a double date next weekend," you say scrolling through your phone. Caitlin laughs and brings you closer to her. "Whatever you want, babe," Caitlin says.

AN: I can't imagine Caitlin not being competitive but let me know what you think. And as always, thank you for your love and support 🤍

[peapodbond]

that was us part eight

aka fuck it friday

tagged by @leashybebes

skipping ahead a few parts because i can and i want to. aka 7x05 as seen through the lens of the former fiancee/current besties abbysaltommy text thread

abby texting, tommy texting, sal texting

so, how was the first date?

turns out evan is not out to anyone.

it was his first 'date with a dude', but he's an ally.

sounds like a train wreck. (sorry, abby)

that part was oddly okay? it was adorable.

his best friend showed up at the same restaurant on a date with his girlfriend. evan said that we were 'going to pick up hot chicks later'.

i ducked out of going to the movie and just went straight home after dinner.

sal, cue us up a grindr best of lineup.

wait, i want to know what tommy said about the hot chicks.

not proud of it but i made a closet joke. the friend's girlfriend is moving in so it wasn't out of nowhere. i don't think any of them caught it, actually. but it made me feel a little better.

that's my boy!

you're a menace, sal. at least it was on the first date, tommy? it could have been worse.

mm. this feels like a sign that i should take a break from dating.

as opposed to the absolute bevy of dates you've been on recently?

sal, don't be mean. when was the last time you went on a date?

all right you two, no infighting. as fun as it is to watch you argue, i'm here for some moral support.

we can do that. hey, at least you can use the helicopter rescue to land dudes.

helicopter rescue? what helicopter rescue?

it's not a big deal.

tommy flew into a fucking hurricane and found a capsized cruise ship.

oh my god. days like this i miss la. nothing like this ever happens in phoenix.

i'm lucky i didn't get fired, okay? and we are not doing a grindr lineup. one bad date is not going to get me back on the apps.

you get one week to mope and then we're going for drinks and you're flirting with someone at the bar.

that's not a bad plan, sal. i approve.

at what point do i get a say in this?

you don't.

you don't.

their text thread sits quiet for a few days and abby debates asking tommy for more details. between jordan and marcus he hasn't had much to smile about, and even though he'd only met evan two weeks ago, the way that he'd talked about him… she'd really thought that tommy's luck was about to turn around.

they're driving tess to tucson for a college tour when she finally has enough time to text tommy separately.

it was one bad date abby, i'm fine.

yeah, but you liked him. like, really liked him.

i've really liked a few guys. and i've survived. we didn't even know each other for a full month. he'll just be a great kiss and a fun evening and that's the end of it.

a great kiss, huh?

i already told you that.

let's talk once we're back from the college tour? it's been a while.

sure, but you're signing up for a party viewing of love, actually.

double feature with die hard?

…evan just texted me.

what did he say?

do you want me to go fight him.

he wants to meet for coffee.

you should do it!

hm. at least you get a free cup of coffee. he is buying, right?

sal. yes, he's buying. i really liked him, you know? up until the hot chicks it was the best date i'd been on in… a while.

definitely go, tommy. you haven't said you had the best anything in a long time. abby thinks the last time she heard tommy say something was the best he'd ever had it was when she still lived in la (but after they broke up). if it's not great, it's just coffee. it's only going to be an hour or so.

i feel like someone should play devil's advocate but abby's got a point.

sal, how about i text you if i need you to fake an emergency and leave?

no, don't approach this like it's going to go badly!

works for me. i've always got you on speed dial, buddy.

you can hide any pitchforks the two of you might have found.

so it went well?

the question is how well it went.

sal.

sal.

what? just because he's not out doesn't mean they couldn't have some fun.

he actually did come out? to his best friend and his sister. we're going to try again and go on another date.

where's he taking you?

better be somewhere fancy.

i am not telling either one of you where it is. one of the delucas would try and pop up to spy on us.

i'm in pheonix, you can tell me separately.

it would be gina. definitely. she's small and sneaky.

they're not even denying it. you can find out where we're going after he's actually out to everyone.

sal, don't ruin this for us.

what? i'm being supportive.

so where's the date?

i'm not telling you.

why not?

because you'll tell gina and gina will tell sal and someone's going to pop up like a demented jack in the box.

i resent that implication.

because it's true?

see if i watch another romcom with you, tommy kinard.

that's a dirty lie, abby clark. listen, if we survive the second date then maybe i'll tell you two snoops more about him.

i'll let gina know ;)

i always regret introducing you two.

me and gina or me and sal?

all three of you.

here's hoping date number two is better than date one.

your lips, god's ears, etc etc.

[forbebeandjam]

Can u do pervert bada with g!p? Ur sleeping with her one night and she is tocuhing herself to you and cming on you while ur asleep

Smut this would be a masterpiece

Late Night Needs | Bada Lee g!p x Reader | +21

Summary: after a long day, you girlfriend feels needy but doesn’t want to bother you.

Word count: 1.4k

Warmings: g!p, sleep sex, self pleasing, etc. MDNI

READERS DISCRETION IS ADVISED

A/N: HELLO! Double update in a day! I am still new to the whole g!p writing so I’m sorry if this not good. It might not make that much sense😣

~🥀~

You and Bada had been dating for quite some time now. Needless to say, your relationship was the sweetest it could ever be. The way you interacted with each other in public was sweet and caring. 

Her friends and yours would often tease you with how sickeningly sweet you were towards each other. Her fans would admire you for being such a great friend to her. Of course, you would play along with the "friend" title because of the strange Korean views on queer people. 

But your relationship was successful in every way. Your communication, affection, and love were perfect but something that was even more perfect was the sex. 

Bada was amazing in bed and she knew just how to please you. She was your first and when you found out about the secret kept inside her pants, it made her fall in love with you all over again. It made her feel safe and loved. Her secret was safe with you. 

You always felt safe when doing it with Bada. The ways she would pleasure you in a new way each time felt amazing and it made you feel special. Loved. Wanted. 

You found yourself sitting at your desk with your head low. Your rude boss had fired you for not wanting to sleep with him. You sighed. You knew it was for the better. He was always an asshole with the women in the company and you wanted to quit but you felt bad for leaving Bada with all the responsibility. 

"I'm sorry that happened, Y/N. I'm gonna miss you," your coworker said. You smiled at her and started packing your things in a box. 

"Don't let that sick man touch you, understand?" I said and she nodded with a knowing smile. 

You headed home. You got out of the car and didn't bother bringing your belongings in. After removing your shoes, you walked to the kitchen and prepped dinner. You cleaned the house and washed the remaining dishes. 

After you finished, you noticed Bada would soon be home so you heated up dinner and went to the shower. The warm water made you feel relaxed and calm. The steam filled the bathroom and you felt the stress leave your muscles. 

You turned the water off, wrapped yourself in a towel, and headed into the bedroom. You leaned back on the bed feeling a tiny bit of stress still in you. You needed to feel better for when Bada arrived since she could sense anything that was wrong. 

So you grabbed your small vibrator and pressed it against your clit allowing the pleasure of the moment to erase the thoughts in your head. Your mouth formed an 'o' shape as you turned up the setting. It made you more sensitive and you closed your legs. You used your free hand to massage and pinch your nipples. 

Soft whines and moans escaped your mouth and you were so immersed in the pleasure, that you didn't even hear Bada arrive. She looked at you through the cracked door and bit her lips. Her member hardened at the sight and she was about to go in and help you out but you stopped your actions. 

"Gotta get ready for when Bada comes home. How am I supposed to tell her I got fired..." you mumbled loud enough for her to hear and she retracted from the door. She could see the worry in your eyes. She walked to the front door and pretended she had just arrived. 

"I'm home!" she said. You quickly put on you nightgown forgetting you underwear and rushed to meet her.

"Hey, babe. How was work?" You said in a jolly tone. 

"It was good. A bit tiring but I had fun teaching Riize. How about you? How was work today?" she asked and you faked a smile. 

"It was good. All good," you said. she sighed and you walked to the kitchen to plate her food forgetting her kiss and hug. 

She followed after you and washed her hands to sit with you at the table. She didn't ask any questions and just ate in silence. After, you washed the dishes and sat on the couch with her as soft music emerged from the TV speakers. 

You cuddled closer and she lifted your chin. She started into your eyes and you bit your lip to prevent tears from forming in your eyes. 

"I know you like the back of my hand. You're hiding something from me. What is it?" tears started to stream from your face. She kissed your cheeks. She kissed your forehead and wiped your tears away. 

"I-.... I got fired. He fired me because I didn't let him manipulate me like he wanted. I'm sorry," you buried your face in her chest and she patted your head softly. 

"You silly girl," she said as you sniffled. "Don't you know I've been wanting for you to quit for a long time now? I see the way he looks at you and I want to poke his eyes out. It's all better this way. Come on. Let's wash up and rest."

She helped you up and tucked you into bed. You read a book while she took a quick shower and an idea popped into her head. She wanted you to make your worries go away so she wanted to pleasure you. 

She wrapped up her shower but to her surprise, You were already sound asleep. She sighed in frustration as she felt her member bulge over her pants. 

"Gosh, Y/N. You drive me crazy," she said before tucking herself into bed. 

She tossed and turned but her slumber kept being interrupted by her unholy thoughts. Your little moans between sighs wouldn't help at all. She was growing more needed by the second. 

"Fuck..." she said and removed the cover from her body. Your body became exposed as well and your nightgown was now lifted. That's when she saw your exposed body. No panties on and legs sprawled on the mattress. 

"What a pretty view," she murmured as she used the hem of her fingers to trace your thigh to the entrance of your core. You moved around only exposing more of your body to her. She felt herself grow harder at the sight of your body and could not hold back any longer. 

She lowered her trousers and began to rub herself slowly. She used one hand to touch your body as the other one worked on her hard member and she bit her lips trying to prevent any sounds from her lips. 

With each touch, you became more awake but did not fully understand anything. You thought it was a dream and you were loving it. Your pussy began to drip at the steamy dream you thought you were having. 

"Bada, please fuck me," You murmured and heard a groan. That's when you realized it was not a dream. Your eyes fluttered open and you found your girlfriend in front of you touching herself as you lay in front of her with your body half-exposed. 

 A slight blush covered your cheeks as you saw Bada struggling to catch her breath but her eyes were completely locked on yours. 

"Baby... can you mh... help me?" she said and you nodded. You used your hand to lift your dress and play with your tits in a teasing way, pinching and licking for her view. 

You brought one of your hands to your wet core and dragged a finger along the lips before rubbing on the sensitive bud. Your head went back at the feeling and Bada's groans grew. Your perfect body was on display for her and her eyes were glued on your every move. 

She felt more and more sensitive with each moan that came out of your mouth. She suddenly felt herself closer and she held onto your thigh for support.

"Baby, I'm..." she said, unable to speak properly. 

"Together, love?" You said and she nodded. You sped up on your own clit and watched as Bada struggled to catch her breath with each passing second. 

"Now," you said allowing her to cum all over you. She let out a deep yet shaky breath as her hotness covered your stomach but didn't stop. She kept going and released one more time on you. You bit your lip and stood up. 

"You feel okay?" you asked as she still tried to catch her breath. Her eyes were shut close and you could tell she was struggling to open them. She weakly nodded. You cleaned up everything and yourself, helped her get dressed, and tucked her in bed. 

She seemed to be asleep again but you felt her pull you into a tight embrace. 

"I love you no matter what, okay?" she said. You chucked at her cuteness and kissed her lips softly letting slumber take you to sleep.

Thank you for reading 🩵

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

KINKY BILLY LOOMIS SMUT PLS

Request: Billy teasing and playing with reader while watching a movie at the theater. He’s totally the kind of guy who would sit in the back and fool around instead of watching the movie

Warnings: 18+, exhibitionism, public sex, fingering, nipple play

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‘’Are you fucking kidding me?’’ an annoyed Tatum complained when she saw you and Billy walking in the theater. Her eyes narrowed as she turned to her boyfriend with an unamused glare. ‘’Please tell me you two didn’t plan a double date without telling me.’’

Stu raised his hands defensively, his eyes wide with innocence. ‘’I didn’t!’’ 

‘’Hey guys,’’ you interrupted, the scent of buttered popcorn filling the air as you walked up to them in the snack queue. 

Tatum's gaze shifted to you before she finally sighed, faking a smile. ‘’Well, this is a surprise.’’

You and Tatum were friends, but not in the same way she and Sidney were friends. It was more ‘friends because your boyfriends were best friends’. You weren’t on her list of people she would call to go to the mall with. 

Billy came right behind you, seeming just as surprised to see the other couple there. 

‘’Which movie are you seeing?’’ you asked, trying to feed a conversation. 

‘’The new Halloween,’’ Stu replied, looping an arm behind his girlfriend’s neck in hope she would forgive him for something he had nothing to do with. 

A smile curled on your lips. ‘’Us too!’’ 

You weren’t too confident about the movie. You heard there was no Jamie Lee in this one, so it was off to a bad start. But Halloween was Halloween, though. You had seen them all. 

‘’We’ll just…sit a few rows back,’’ Billy said, trying to appease Tatum’s annoyed eyes. 

After grabbing popcorn and drinks, you all split up upon entering the theater. Surprisingly, the theater wasn't too packed for a Friday night. The weather was gloomy, which should have drawn everyone here, but there was a football match at school, so that's probably where they were at. Go Panthers!

Billy picked seats at the back, and Stu and Tatum went to the lower middle so they would have a good view of the screen. 

‘’You good here?’’

You nodded, taking the popcorn as he reached down to fold the armrest up and out of his way. 

The lights turned down, and the movie began. 

Forty minutes through the movie, you came to a conclusion that you couldn't get into this installment of the franchise. The plot was a complete mess and you were getting frustrated by watching another thing that made absolutely no sense unfold on the big screen. 

‘’This is shit,’’ you whispered to Billy, reaching for the popcorn, only to discover it was empty. Of course he ate it all. ‘’Got any Mike and Ikes left?’’ 

He handed you the box, and you leaned into your seat, quietly eating from boredom. How much time was there left?

The movie continued playing, and suddenly you felt the arm around your shoulder lower down and pull one of your tits out of your shirt. The cool air of the theater made your nipple harden into a peak. Billy pinched it delicately, casually rolling the bud between thumb and forefinger like you weren't in the middle of a movie theater.

‘’What are you doing?’’ you hissed at him into the dark, swatting his hand away. ‘’Are you trying to get us kicked out?’’

Billy shushed you, then continued playing with your breast with a mischievous glint in his eyes. ‘’We’re only getting kicked out if we get caught.’’

He wasn't wrong. You looked around the room and, thankfully, no one was paying any attention. Sighing, you dumped a few candies in your palm and let Billy have his way. 

A few minutes passed and you found yourself shifting in your seat, starting to feel your panties dampen from getting your tits played with. Pushing the shenanigans to the next level, you took Billy's other hand and brought it down to your lap.

Billy was a clever boy. Dirty-minded too. He knew what you wanted from him.

His fingers slid beneath the hem of your skirt, snaking up your inner thighs until he reached your panties. You parted your thighs wider, giving him more room between your legs, and he skillfully pulled your panties to the side. He teased your folds, fingers sliding between your lips and coating themselves with your arousal as you let out a shaky breath.

‘’Didn't know you were such a naughty girl,’’ Billy noted, looking straight ahead at the screen as he crooked his fingers the way you liked. 

You grabbed the arm rest to keep you from squirming. ‘’Fuck,’’ you slipped quietly, Billy’s palm flat against your clit. 

What did you get yourself into?

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[inuhalfdemon]

Alastor asks Rosie to be his fake girlfriend to convince Lucifer that he is a good boyfriend but it backfires when Rosie critiques his courting abilities. (didn't open the car door, no flowers, etc.)

-CrackRodent

Ok, I feel like I gotta go OOC for this one because my personal headcannon is Alastor would treat Rosie as a fucking QUEEN when or where ever they went out - platonic relationship or otherwise. BUT, for the sake of this prompt:

Alastor had it all figured out.

He had been pining for Lucifer for weeks now...and was ready to make his move.

Not in revealing his "true feelings" or in swallowing his Pride and actually approaching The King with his proposal of "something more".

No, no, no.

That just wasn't his way. He needed The King to come to him.

His way, was studying Lucifer from afar, doing a bit of light stalking and narrowing down the places that The King frequented and when. He did it so dedicatedly that he knew exactly when Lucifer would be passing by the food court, just on the edge of Cannibal Town, on his way to a donut shop named *Duck Donuts...

[Owned and franchised through LuLu World, it became so popular that there are shops found throughout all The Rings]

Alastor knew he had to win not only The King's attention but, his favor. Alastor needed Lucifer to see that he was a desirable partner and to do that he enlisted Rosie's help. Alastor asked her to pretend with him that she was his fake girlfriend, they would go out on a "date" about the food court and Lucifer would see what Alastor had to offer.

It went perfectly. The timing couldn't have been better and Lucifer kept throwing looks their way...sneaking passing glances, double taking over the shoulder once or twice, even openly staring at one point. Alastor watched him walk away, heading into the donut shop and wondered at just how long it would take before The King was throwing himself at The Radio Demon's feet.

"Alastor...THAT WAS THE WORST DATE I COULD HAVE EVER IMAGINED!" Rosie was stewing.

"Huh, what? What do you mean? He couldn't take his eyes off of us the entire time!"

"Because you never once had your eyes on me for a single moment! My God...Where to begin!? No flowers, no hand or arm-holding, not even a peck on the cheek!? You didn't open the car door, you nearly slammed a store door in my face and have you even noticed that I've broken a heel and have been gimping along here beside you now for 20 MINUTES!?" Rosie was telling him loudly, exasperated.

"Come now, it surely wasn't all that ba-"

Alastor stopped what he was saying, seeing that Lucifer was heading straight for him now, carrying a large box of donuts.

This was it.

He hurriedly straightened his suit jacket and smiled widely.

"Why, good afternoon, your majesty. To what do I owe the pleasure of-?"

"Oh, shut it you absolute arse." Lucifer snapped and Alastor's smile tightened.

Lucifer turned to Rosie.

"I know it's none of my business, but you look like you've had a terrible time. I got fresh donuts...and it's been an eon since I've had a Butterfinger McFleshy... would you care to join me?" Lucifer smiled at Rosie, offering her his arm.

Rosie sniffed, walking past Alastor without sparing him a glance and taking Lucifer's. "That sounds just lovely, your grace. Thank you!"

"Step aside, cretin." Lucifer narrowed his gaze on Alastor and the deer quickly side-stepped himself out of the way.

He watched Lucifer and Rosie leave, listening to Lucifer telling her: "You know, Rosie, you are a treasure. You deserve to be treasured. Don't let guys like that waste your time, you know, I've always had the hots for cannibalistic women..."

Alastor watched them another moment before thinking...that may have backfired.

*Duck Donuts is based off of a real donut shop in Idaho Falls, Idaho!!! My wife @whatswrongwithblue asked me to take her there one day when we were passing it "because Lucifer would LOVE it!". 😆

[armpirate]

Soundleasure | Choi San || CH. 40

Pairings: Soft!San x fem!reader || Strangers to lovers, fake dating

Genre: smut, angst, fluff, online sex, ghosting

Warnings: inexperienced!San, fem!reader, masturbation, online sex, camboy, first times.

Summary: You can do whatever you please and be whoever you want on the Internet. And San knew that a little bit too well.

After finally following all the signs the universe was throwing at him, he started living a double life that no one was aware of. Everyone in his daily life knew him as Choi San, the reserved and quiet boy who wouldn't raise his voice, and would barely communicate with anyone outside of his comfort group. But only a few knew him as Soundleasure, the man with a sexy voice and a filthy mind that had their toes curling just with his narrations.

He never thought of the possibility of those two lives ever meeting, he had always tried for them to follow a parallel route and had always played safe to keep his friends from ever suspecting that side even existed. But his plans will start to crumble when he gets a little too close with one of his subscribers and she invades his real-self and altergo's universes without being able to stop it.

Y/n will not only help him to keep his secret from his circle, but will also show him there's more of Soundleasure in him than he'd like to admit. 

Previous || Next

MASTERLIST

Aprox. time of reading: 20 minutes

San watched her sleep in silence, caressing the reverse of her hand with his thumb as he let her enjoy some rest she had been craving since she woke up a few hours ago. Her parents had left as soon as they saw him there, feeling suddenly calm when they knew their daughter was well taken care of.

Her fingers suddenly moved under his touch, intertwining their digits together before her eyes opened to look at him.

—Did I fall asleep again? —she mumbled, closing her eyes.

—Not even for thirty minutes —he calmly answered.

She felt better when she made sure that her parents saw she was well, and that it was only something related to stress and not her illness -at least, not directly. And after they left, she remembered talking to San for a few minutes before everything in her memory turned blank.

—You fell asleep while you were complaining of being here for a bit more —he scoffed.

—Because I hate being here —she repeated.

—I know your restless ass is thinking about anything but resting —his hand moved up to her head, lovingly patting her—, but be patient. I was told the nurse would come in a while to discharge you.

—It's still too long —she mumbled, her lip twitching in disgust.

—Do you want me to make it shorter?

—How? —she asked, instantly intrigued.

His eyebrows raised, while his body bent over hers, their lips almost touching, until two knocks on the door and a loud voice announced somebody else was here, and neither of them needed to look to know who it was.

—How's the sick girl doing? —Wooyoung sang from the door.

San's shoulders fell heavily with a sigh, before he stood straight to look at his five friends. Wooyoung was hurriedly stepping inside with a box of chocolates and flowers, while Yeosang, Meghan, Sam and Jongho walked behind him.

—What he's carrying is from all of us, although he isn't saying anything —Meghan pointed out.

—I was going to say it —Wooyoung hurriedly commented, turning to Y/n with a smile to hand her the gifts.

—Thank you.

—The rest of the boys were all working yet, but they said they'd come later —Jongho mentioned, poking his hands inside his pockets.

—Oh, it's not necessary —Y/n rushed to say—. I probably won't be here for too long.

—Really? —Sam sounded excited while asking.

—Yeah, it was just a little faint —she shrugged.

While Y/n looked at the flowers and got invested in what was inside the chocolates box, all eyes went straight to San, standing at the right side of the bed while looking at his girlfriend with heart eyes.

—Are you... everything all right between you two? —Yeosang dared to ask, pointing at his two friends.

Y/n and San grinned when looking at each other, before San answered.

—We're better than ever —his confidence only lasted until he said the last word—... right? —he looked back at Y/n.

—Right —she nodded.

The seven of them kept chatting randomly, just talking about their day as a way to distract Y/n from the fact that she was in a hospital, to help her forget about the reason why she was there again.

Their conversation was interrupted by a young girl peeking her head through the open door, looking shyly at the big group of people surrounding Y/n, until Wooyoung and Meghan decided to step back to allow their friend to look at the person by the door.

—I'll come later —Jennifer mumbled.

—No, of course not —Y/n stopped her, motioning her to step inside—. You came all the way, come in.

—Thank you.

Jennifer also brought a big bouquet of flowers with her, which Y/n held as soon as it was handed to her, with a smile on her face.

—You didn't have to, sweetheart —she genuinely said, knowing how expensive that type of bouquet was.

—How are you?

—I'm okay, just getting some strength back —she assured her—. Tomorrow I'll be back to annoy the hell out of you again.

—You'd never annoy me.

—Wait, I swear I've seen you somewhere —Yeosang interrupted, trying to guess why Jennifer looked so familiar.

—Wait, you're right —Wooyoung commented, narrowing his eyes—. Oh shit, you were Mingi's date, weren't you?

—Ah, that's what's so familiar about her —Yeosang seconded, snapping his fingers.

—Mingi? —Y/n curiously asked, funnily looking at San, who just shrugged his shoulders.

—Yeah —she answered—. You two were home when Mingi took me to his apartment —she bit her lip—, it's nice seeing you again.

—Ain't the world small? —Jongho commented.

While they were speaking, San's stomach roared next to her, instantly stealing the attention in that room. Despite how flustered he got, he tried to ignore the fact that that sound had come out of him.

Y/n then remembered that he had been in the hospital since she was first hospitalized and, in consequence, he hadn't eaten anything at all in the few hours they had been there.

—I know he won't say it, but can you guys take him to get something to eat? —Y/n looked at the three men holding back their laughs.

—I'm not hungry.

—Right —she rolled her eyes—. Go eat something... And buy me a sandwich or something, too —she puckered her lips—. The food here is disgusting.

Instead of moving, San looked up to his friends, and Y/n was able to read through that look. He was that obvious.

—Oh my god, I won't die here —she kept trying to encourage him.

—Yeah, and we'll stay with her —Sam added.

—Actually, I have to leave —Meghan mentioned, blame pouring from her eyes when she glanced at Y/n.

—Don't worry, seriously. Sam and Jen will stay with me until you come back. Will that make you feel better?

San hesitated, but he knew arguing with Y/n was a lost battle. So, instead of giving her one thousand reasons as to why he needed to be there, he bent over his girlfriend to kiss her, getting a bit too lost in her lips after being reminded of how good they felt.

—I'll be here in five minutes.

—Take as much time as you need —she assured him—. I'm not going anywhere... At least in the next hour.

And he gave in, just to make her happy he left, although that was the last thing he wanted to do.

San sat across from Wooyoung, Yeosang, and Jongho in the hospital's cafeteria, his hands wrapped around a cup of coffee, after devouring a sandwich in a matter of minutes, that had long since gone cold. The small chatter around them buzzed with an odd normalcy that felt disconnected from everything swirling in his mind. He had tried to let Wooyoung drag him out of Y/n's room for a break, to get some air, to clear his thoughts, but now, as he stared down at the dark liquid in his cup, a heavy knot of anxiety twisted in his stomach.

—San, you need to stop being so paranoid —Wooyoung said, leaning forward on the table, his tone trying to be as easy and light as possible—. Y/n is a badass, I bet that faint was nothing.

—Of course I know it was nothing —he sighed—. I'm worried about what caused that faint, and I hate the fact that I was one of the reasons that dragged her to this hospital.

—You need to see the positive side —Yeosang tried to cheer him—: you made things up, which means you'll be again one of her strengths. It's been a bad period for the two of you, but hopefully it'll only get better from now on.

—By the way —Jongho interrupted—, what happened with that video at the party? Do you know who was behind it?

—So many people are part of the committee in the company behind the organization for that type of videos — he rubbed his temple—. It literally could've been anyone in that group, or no one at all. And apparently that person didn't stop, not even after we broke up —under the confusing gazes his friends were dedicating to him, San thought of explaining himself—: she told me earlier. She's been receiving threatening texts every time we talked in the company. And it makes me wonder if we should've waited to make things up until this got solved.

—That's exactly what that person wants —Jongho mumbled—. That person wants Y/n alone and weak. They want her lonely, and you're their biggest obstacle.

—Don't worry —Wooyoung tried to make his friend feel better— and relax, she isn't alone now.

—She's not alone, but she's not safe either —San replied, his voice low but tight with tension—. Whoever that person is is relentless, and I doubt they care whether she's with people or not. That person is getting stronger, they know it... I can't shake this feeling, I know something's going to happen.

—You're right to be worried —Yeosang, who had been quietly listening, finally spoke up—, I'd freak out if Meghan was ever living this. But you have to think she's safe. Sam would probably throw whoever tries to hurt them out the window —Jongho smiled proudly—, Jennifer is also there, and she knows her quite well. If anyone tried anything, they'd be there.

San nodded, but his thoughts felt scattered, drifting in and out of the conversation. He knew what they were saying was true, but something about the situation didn't sit right with him. Y/n was vulnerable, not only because of her illness but because she was in the thick of whatever twisted game the stalker was playing. After their argument, she had been keeping a lot of things, isolating herself, and he hated that she was doing it all while under such immense stress that he caused partly.

—Do you still think it's Tom? —Wooyoung leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms while he eyes San.

San hesitated, his mind swirling as he tried to focus.

—No... no —he shook his head, more convinced the second time—. It was the first person we thought of, but she and her father confronted him a few days ago, and the investigator they hired confirmed that the dude has his own thing going on. It could be anyone at this point —his voice dropped, frustration seeping into his words.

—Let's break this down again —Jongho scratched the back of his head—. Whoever's behind this knows too much about her, right? They're not just some random creep off the street.

—They know her schedule, her health condition, the nature of her relationship with you... —Wooyoung added, clicking his tongue— Not only are they close to her, but they have been having access to a lot of her things. Not to mention how they've been sending her those bouquets, even if Y/n had asked security to stop them.

—They know information not even we knew about —Yeosang continued—, and they had access to your computer to get that video from you two.

San's fingers tightened around the coffee cup. His heart began to race as their words started piecing together in his mind. They were right -this wasn't just a stalker playing a game of intimidation. This person had access to personal details, things no one outside of Y/n's closest circle should have known.

And they probably were in his circle as well.

His mind started to race with possibilities, names flying continuously until one ticked all the boxes.

San's blood ran cold when he felt the pieces locking into place in his mind. That person was always there, always keeping an eye on her, always knowing Y/n's every move. That knew when she'd be alone, when security could be lax and assure themselves Y/n would get the flowers without anyone else getting in between. In fact, he had seen a similar bouquet to one Y/n tried to shrug off a few months back, that same day in Y/n's hospital room.

The realization hit him like a freight train, knocking the air out of his lungs. His heart pounded as he shot to his feet, the chair scraping loudly against the tile floor, causing his friends to look up in alarm.

—What...? —Wooyoung asked, his eyes wide.

But San didn't answer, instead he started running towards her room, like checking on Y/n was the only thing that mattered at that moment. He didn't stop to answer their questions, he was already bolting out of the cafeteria when they were aware of what was going on. His heart was hammering in his chest as he sprinted towards Y/n's room, fear gripping him like a vise. If the person he suspected was behind everything, Y/n wasn't safe at all, she was in the biggest danger and she allowed it to happen again.

His breath came in ragged gasps as he reached the floor where Y/n's room was. The hallway seemed too long, too endless, as he ran, his heart pounding harder with every step. He couldn't stop the flood of thoughts crashing through his mind.

San skidded to a stop in front of Y/n's room, his chest heaving as he reached for the door handle. His hand trembled as he gripped it, dread coiling in his stomach. He didn't know what he would find when he opened that door, but he knew one thing for certain, he'd take Y/n out of there.

Y/n sat up in bed, staring at the hospital room ceiling, her body heavy with exhaustion. The sterile smell of the hospital, the dim lighting -everything seemed oddly peaceful-, yet she hated every second she had to spend there.

Jennifer sat beside her, taking the seat Sam was sitting at after she had to leave because of a call, casually typing on her phone, her face calm.

Y/n wanted to feel relieved by the peace, but there was something unsettling about Jennifer's presence, something she couldn't quite place. She had trusted her assistant for years, relied on her to organize her life and keep everything running smoothly, but now, there was a gnawing sense of unease, and she definitely blamed it all on how paranoid she had become after the last events.

—How are you feeling? —Jennifer asked, her voice light, but with an undercurrent of something Y/n couldn't quite decipher.

—Tired —Y/n replied, shifting in the bed, feeling the tension still lingering in her muscles—. I feel like a truck has hit me.

Jennifer nodded, her eyes not leaving her phone as she replied.

—I can imagine. You've been through a lot recently. I mean, with the stalker and all... it must be terrifying to feel like someone is watching your every move.

Y/n's stomach twisted at Jennifer's words. There was something in the way she said it, a tone too casual, too knowing. She glanced over at her assistant, feeling a chill run down her spine.

—Yeah... it's been hard.

Jennifer set her phone down on the side table and turned to face Y/n, her lips curling into a small smile.

—But you've been handling it so well. You always do. It's almost like you knew what was coming, like you've been preparing for it. I admire that so much about you: you don't let things get to you and, if they do, you don't let anyone know.

Y/n frowned, confusion crossing her face.

—What do you mean?

—Well... —Jennifer's smile grew a little wider, her eyes narrowing slightly— It's funny how things happen. How some people can see the signs long before anyone else does. How some people can predict every move, every reaction, because they're always watching.

Y/n's heart skipped a beat. Something dark was creeping into Jennifer's tone now, something unsettling that made her pulse quicken. Her mind raced, trying to make sense of what Jennifer was implying, but a knot of fear was already forming in her stomach.

—Jen, what are you talking about? —Y/n asked, her voice quieter, a tremor of fear in her words.

Jennifer leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs as if settling in for a long conversation. Her eyes gleamed with cruel amusement.

—Oh, come on, Y/n. You're smart. You've always been sharp, quick to figure things out. I've admired that about you —her voice dropped to a whisper, almost conspiratorial—. You'd have realized it by now if you had just paid enough attention to those things that deserve it.

Y/n felt her breath hitch, her skin prickling with cold dread. Realized what? What was Jennifer hinting at? And why was her heart suddenly pounding in her chest, a deep sense of alarm taking over?

Jennifer leaned forward slightly, her smile widening.

—Am I not enough for you to think of me being behind all of this? The flowers, the notes, the texts... the fear you've been living with because you couldn't accept someone's feelings?

The realization struck Y/n like a slap to the face. Her blood ran cold as her mind pieced together the subtle hints, the constant presence, the unsettling knowledge Jennifer had about her life. It couldn't be -no, it couldn't possibly be.

—It was you? —Y/n whispered, her voice trembling as she stared at her assistant.

—Finally we're on the same page —Jennifer's smile widened, her eyes glinting with a cruel satisfaction.

Y/n's world spun, her heart racing as the truth hit her like a freight train. The person she had trusted the most, the one who had been by her side through all of this, was the very one tormenting her.

—But... why? —Y/n choked out, her voice barely above a whisper, her chest tightening with fear and disbelief.

And she should've known that question would only enrage the woman next to her even more. Her face twisted into a look of cold fury, the facade of politeness dropping like a mask.

—Because I wanted you to look at me just once. But you were always so deep in your own self that you didn't even think of me. You're everything to me, but I guess I'm nothing to you. Not even worth you suspecting I could be wanting your love.

—I never... —Y/n stared at her, frozen in place, her mind reeling from the revelation.

—Of course you never thought of me —Jennifer snapped, standing up from her chair, her eyes blazing with anger—. I've always been hearing your rants on the different men that came into your life, always listening in silence with the hope that you'd realize one day I'm the only one that could give you what others can't.

Y/n's heart pounded in her chest as Jennifer took a step closer to the bed, her eyes filled with hatred. She tried to move, to get out of the bed, but her body felt weak, the fatigue from her illness keeping her trapped.

—It was insulting to hear you constantly cry of how men treated you on those dates, but it was even worse to be a witness of the shift of your attitude and tone as soon as San got into your life —her lips twisted in disgust—. He's not even the big thing. He has abandoned you when you needed him. Fuck, I'd have taken care of you when you had the last outbreak.

Y/n's breath came in shallow gasps, her mind racing. She had never known, never realized the extent of Jennifer's love slowly turning into resentment. She had never seen it coming.

—I tried to open your eyes, I thought a shift in my tone would wake you up, but you're more self-centered than I thought.

Jennifer reached into her bag, her movements slow and deliberate, and when her hand emerged, she was holding a gun. Y/n's heart stopped as she saw the cold metal glinting in the dim light of the room.

—Jennifer, don't —Y/n whispered, fear gripping her chest like a vise.

Jennifer's eyes were cold and determined as she raised the gun, pointing it directly at Y/n.

—You've taken everything from me, Y/n. But you didn't care and chose to give it all to San, and now I'm going to take everything that's mine.

Y/n's breath hitched, her pulse racing as panic surged through her. She tried to think, tried to come up with a way out, but her body felt sluggish, trapped by the fatigue of her illness. There was no way to escape.

—If you aren't mine —Jennifer said softly, her finger tightening on the trigger—, you will be no one's.

Just as Y/n braced herself for the worst, the door flew open, slamming against the wall with a loud crash. San stood in the doorway, his face pale, his eyes wide with horror as he took in the scene before him.

Jennifer let out an irritated sigh, her eyes narrowing as San appeared in the doorway, followed closely by his friends. Her lip curled in disdain, her grip tightening around the gun.

—Of course —she muttered under her breath, rolling her eyes at the sight of the man who had taken everything from her. It was always him, always showing up at the worst time.

San's face was a mix of disbelief and horror as he took in the scene: Jennifer standing with a gun pointed at Y/n, who sat frozen on the hospital bed, wide-eyed and terrified. Behind San, Wooyoung, Yeosang, and Jongho lingered, their expressions equally shocked as they quickly realized the gravity of the situation.

—Jen —San's voice was steady but thick with anger, his eyes never leaving her—, put the gun down.

Jennifer's gaze flickered toward him, the annoyance in her expression deepening.

—Here comes the hero. Always coming to her rescue —her voice was dripping with bitterness—. You were never supposed to be here. You should've stayed out of this.

San didn't move from the doorway, but his body was tense, ready to act. His heart pounded as he saw Y/n's pale face, the way her body trembled. She looked so fragile, so scared, and his stomach twisted at the sight.

—This isn't the way to solve anything, Jennifer. You don't have to do this.

Jennifer's laugh was sharp, brittle.

—Oh, don't I? You think you can just walk in here and talk me down like you're more than me? No, San. This is between Y/n and me. You were never supposed to get in the way again.

As she spoke, San took a slow step forward, keeping his movements deliberate and calm. He needed to get between them. He needed to protect Y/n, no matter what.

—Jennifer —San said, his voice quiet but firm—, I know you're hurt. But this isn't the answer. Whatever you're feeling, this isn't going to fix it.

—Fix it? —Jennifer's voice cracked, her eyes flashing with rage—. You don't even know what this is all about, so what's there to fix exactly? You don't get it, do you, San? You took her from me. You! You ruined everything!

Y/n, her voice trembling, finally spoke up, her eyes darting between Jennifer and San.

—Jen, I didn't know...

—You didn't know? —Jennifer cut her off with a venomous sneer—. Of course, you didn't. You never cared about anyone but yourself, Y/n. You never even saw me, not really. You kept playing with my feelings, and got my hopes up.

Closing her eyes, she sighed for a brief moment.

—I thought there was a connection when you started paying so close attention to me, when you helped my sister just to make me happy. We could've had something so beautiful....

—Look —San took another cautious step forward, his heart racing—, listen to me. You don't want to do this. Just put the gun down, and we can talk. Please.

Jennifer's eyes flickered with hesitation for a split second, but the anger quickly returned. She shook her head, her hand tightening on the gun.

—No more talking. I've waited too long. I'm done waiting.

San moved closer again, his body now inches from Y/n. He could feel the tension building, feel the weight of what was about to happen. He could sense Jennifer's desperation, her fury, and he knew she wasn't going to back down easily.

—Don't do it —Y/n's voice cracked as she reached out a hand toward San, but her body felt weak, weighed down by her illness.

She could barely lift herself from the bed.

San met her eyes for a brief moment, his gaze filled with determination, and in that instant, he made his decision. If Jennifer was going to fire, she wouldn't hurt Y/n. Not if he could stop it.

He took one final step forward, his body now directly between Y/n and the gun, his eyes never leaving Jennifer's face.

—If you want to do this —he said quietly—, then shoot me instead.

—What? —Jennifer's face twisted in confusion and anger— You think I won't? —she stepped forward, the gun shaking slightly in her grip, her eyes wide and wild— But it wouldn't change a thing, because if you weren't in the picture, it would've been someone else. Right, Y/n?

—I know you don't want to —San stayed perfectly still, his body shielding Y/n.

For a moment, it seemed like Jennifer might falter, her grip loosening on the gun. But then, something snapped in her eyes, and her face hardened.

—I don't want to, but I have to.

Without another word, Jennifer's finger tightened on the trigger, and the gun fired.

The sound of the gunshot echoed through the room, loud and sharp. San's body jerked as the bullet hit him, a gasp escaping his lips as he stumbled back, his hand clutching his side.

—San —Y/n screamed, her voice breaking as she lunged forward, reaching out for him.

San crumpled to the floor, his face contorted in pain, blood quickly staining his shirt. But even as he fell, his eyes found Y/n's, his expression full of determination.

—Y/n... —he managed to say, his voice weak but steady— I'm okay... stay back.

Wooyoung, Yeosang, and Jongho rushed into the room, their faces pale with shock. Wooyoung grabbed Jennifer, wrenching the gun from her hand as she let out a scream of frustration, her body thrashing as he restrained her.

—You don't get it! —Jennifer cried, her voice wild and hysterical— She should've been mine.

But her words were drowned out by the chaos around them as Y/n dropped to her knees beside San, her hands shaking as she pressed down on his wound, trying to stop the bleeding.

—San, stay with me —she whispered, her voice breaking as tears spilled down her cheeks—. Please, stay with me.

San's breathing was labored, his eyes fluttering as he looked up at her.

—I'm... I'm okay —he whispered, though his voice was faint—. You're safe... that's all that matters.

Y/n's heart clenched as she held him close, her body shaking with sobs.

—You'll be safe, too.

Not too long after, doctors and nurses stormed into the room to help San. But for Y/n, everything had shrunk down to the space between her and San, her world collapsing as she watched the man she loved fighting to stay conscious, before they took him away from her to place him in one of the litters.

The room filled with chaos, but Y/n could only think of how calm and relaxed San looked when she last saw him, how in peace he looked after saving her life. 

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[noonaishere]

Online/Offline [C.S] - seventy-four | because I like you

Your life had taken on a strange quality: at the café, you and San pretended to date while at work, and at your real job, you pretended to date on stream. You couldn’t even say that you were leading a double life, because it was just your whole life now. Both day and night, you and San were a fake couple, acting the way a real couple did in a performance for others. The only time you weren’t acting now, was when you were at home by yourself, interacting with no one.

San made it as easy as he possibly could though. At work you smiled at each other more and stood closer to each other, sometimes he would get very close as if you two were having a private conversation, the way couples sometimes do, but he would tell you silly jokes to make you giggle the way a girlfriend might. During your Minecraft streams he went above and beyond, constantly making you items and leaving them for you, fighting things off for you, and standing with you while you figured out how to make literally anything and walking you through it multiple times.

He also had this habit of looking at you like you were everything in his world; eyes in upturned crescents, smile broad across his face making his dimples go off like firecrackers during new years, and you swore he looked like the sparkliest, most bishie manga boy you'd ever seen come to life. Sakura petals and sparkles floating around his face and everything.

He was… a very good actor.

In fact, if you didn’t know any better, you would have thought that maybe he really did like you as more than a friend. You wondered how good of an actor Yunho was, if his roommate was out here, night and day, acting like such a good boyfriend that - if you didn’t keep reminding yourself - you would have already been convinced that he actually was your boyfriend.

In the few hours you had between seeing him at work and seeing him during streaming, you had to consciously convince yourself of the reality: that none of it meant anything. You struggled against your heart as it tried to tell you, No, what he’s doing is real! I know because it makes me flutter and pump harder and I’m trying to tell you that it’s real!, with your brain logically countering, We agreed to fake date, it’s nothing more than that, don’t be ridiculous!, and you stuck between the two of them, not knowing who to believe. At this rate, they were going to rip your metaphorical arms out of your sockets in their tug of war, and you would collapse to the floor and die, only to still have your heart quicken at the thought of him. 

The next day at work, you leaned your elbow on the counter and rested your chin on your palm.

“What do you want?” San asked, smiling.

“Remember when I said you have kind eyes? I like to look at them.”

San laughed.

“And you have a really handsome face. And I should know I've worked at two different cafés so I've seen a lot of faces.”

San laughed again.

“Um, can I get something?”

“Ah! Mingi! Nice to see you again,’ you said as you stood up straight. “Welcome to AtoZ café, what would you like?”

Mingi smiled. “Can I get two mocha frappes, large, and two peach teas, small?”

“Sure thing.” You smiled and went to punch in his order.

San leaned over so his face was in your way.

“What are you doing?” 

“I thought you wanted to look at me?”

“Not right now, I’m trying to put this order in.” You laughed and pushed him.

“Are you sick of me now?” He asked as he got closer.

“Sannie, oh my god.” You pushed him again.

Mingi looked at the two of you with a raised eyebrow.

He smiled, standing up straight, one hand on his hip. “Why were you looking at me so much, anyway?”

“Because,” you gestured to Mingi to pay with his card and finished ringing him up, and turned to make his drinks. 

San followed you to the espresso machine. “Because?”

“I’m a Sanflower.”

“A Sanflower?” He raised an eyebrow playfully.

“Mhm. Sunflowers always face the sun, and I'm always facing you. I'm a Sanflower.”

Wooyoung made a retching noise as he came out of the kitchen.

San ignored him, his attention still on you. “That's cheesy.” 

“You like it.”

“… I do like it.”

“Stop being gross!” Wooyoung said as he waved his hands at both of you. “I’m confiscating her. I have to teach her macaroons today.”

“Right now? I’m making drinks--”

Wooyoung hefted you onto his shoulder and you handed San the empty espresso cups you were holding before you could drop them.

“Wooyoung!”

“Can’t wait.”

You waved at San and blew him a kiss as Wooyoung carried you back to the kitchen. He smiled at you and pretended to catch it.

Mingi smiled awkwardly at the display and chuckled. “You guys are cute.”

“She’s cute.” San smiled, before making the drinks.

In the kitchen, Wooyoung put you down.

“Woo! What was that for?” You hit his chest.

“I know you’re only pretending to date, but you’re both so sweet I’m going to get cavities, and I’m an innocent bystander.”

You chuckled. “Do we really seem like a couple though?”

“Yes. And I wish you’d stop.” He shoved the bag of batter into your hands.

“But we have to make it look like we’re dating so my stalker doesn’t come back.”

“He’s not even in the store at the moment, why do you have to go so hard?”

“Because he could come in at any time. If it looks like we’re springing into action, he’s not going to believe it’s real.” He stuck out his tongue in disgust as he watched you pipe batter onto the sheet in little domes. 

“And anyway, we shouldn’t talk about it not being real, we’re trying to convince that stalker that I’m taken. Maybe he’ll just… leave me alone forever.”

“So then you’d have to fake date San for forever?”

You looked up and stared at him for a minute. “Maybe I’ll just move again. The stalker wouldn’t possibly follow me to like… Centralia, Pennsylvania, right?” You went back to piping.

“Is that a place?��

“Yeah, there’s been a coal mine burning under the town and the government had to evacuate it because people were being poisoned by the smoke.”

He chuckled. “Why do you know that?”

“The Silent Hill movie was sort of based on it. All the fog.” 

He nodded. “Wouldn’t you also be poisoned from the smoke, then?”

You looked up again as if he had made some amazing point. “And then I’d die and he wouldn’t be able to follow me. Excellent idea.”

Wooyoung shoved you playfully. “Don’t talk like that. I don’t want you to die.”

You laughed and got back to the macaroons. “I mean, my stalker definitely couldn’t follow me to the beyond.”

“But then you’d be leaving your fake boyfriend behind.”

“Oh no.” You said sarcastically.

Wooyoung laughed and elbowed you. “Is he that bad?”

“No… he’s actually a really good boyfriend-- fake boyfriend.”

“Oh?” He smiled.

“Ugh.” You sighed and stopped to stretch your neck, all the looking down made it hurt. You looked at the ceiling. “He sent me flowers that day...”

He chuckled. “Is that bad?” 

“I’ve never had a real boyfriend bring me flowers.” You looked at Wooyoung. “That’s just-- infuriating. The real ones don’t but the fake one does?”

Wooyoung laughed. “He’s just a really sweet dude.”

“You’re telling me. I could slap myself, he’s so sweet.”

He chuckled. “I guess it’s good that you picked San, then? There could be worse people to fake date if you have to do it for a while.”

“Like who? You?”

“I’m an amazing boyfriend, fake or otherwise.” He stuck his tongue out at you.

“Alright. Brat.”

His eyes widened in shock for a second before he ran his fingers through his hair. “Haha…” 

You snorted and went back to your macaroons. Out of the corner of your eye, you thought you saw some devious expression flash across Wooyoung’s face.

“What if you and San actually dated? Then you’d have a real boyfriend who brings you flowers.”

“Woo, we work together. You don’t shit where you eat, dude.”

“What? How would asking him out be shitting?”

“Listen… once, when I was young and very, very dumb I dated a guy I worked with. I thought it was a fantastic idea because I’d get to see him all the time… and I did. He treated me like shit and I had to see him all the time at work both while we dated and after we broke up. I was only lucky in that he ended up getting promoted and transferred before I could be the one to quit.”

“But San’s not--”

“I know that you’re going to say ‘San’s not like that,’ and while I’ve only known all of you for a few months, I do get the feeling he might not be. But I knew that guy for over a year and I thought he wasn’t like that. And I was wrong.”

“I’ve known San longer than you have.”

You stopped what you were doing, and turned to him. “Have you ever dated him?”

“I-- no…”

“So you don’t know how he might act in a relationship.”

“Uh… no.”

You stared at him for a few moments, waiting for him to acknowledge that he understood you.

“I mean… I guess you’re right.”

You went back to what you were doing.

“But you won’t know unless you give him a chance.”

“I don’t know why you’re suddenly so invested in my love life - or lack thereof - Wooyoung, but please stop. I’m being stalked online as well as in real life. I don’t have the mental bandwidth to think about actually trying to enjoy anything right now.”

You kept your focus on the macaroons you were working on, but you could see Wooyoung looking at you. He stared at you a few more moments before getting to work on the macaroons he had piped out earlier.

You thought of your conversation with Wooyoung again as you woke up the next morning, confused at first of whether it was a dream or not. But it was just the lucid remembrance of the day before, making macarons and trying to avoid the subject of yours and San’s possible real dating.

And even after partly reliving it as a dream, you still had no idea why Wooyoung even suggested that you and San actually date. Nosey.

You checked the time, confused as to why your alarm hadn’t gone off: four AM.

Jesus fuck. 

You stretched and tried to shake off the dream. You had the day off today, and you had to start working on the new computer you had been planning on. The last parts for it had come in late last week, but you had been so busy with your subterfuge that you hadn’t had any time to think about putting it together. Instead, maybe getting lost in working on it all day was just what you needed to clear your head for a few hours.

Too many hours - and a lot of cursing - later, it was time to stream and you and San ran around in Minecraft because your brain was too fried to do anything else.

You yawned.

“Are you okay?” San asked.

“Yeah, I’m just tired.”

“Why’s that? I would make a joke about you gaming all night but you normally don’t.”

You chuckled. “Not since Mass Effect 3 disappointed me, at least.”

He laughed.

“No, I was working on a new rig with a custom case and shit all day today. I woke up early by accident and worked on it for… from four AM to now?”

He did the math quickly in his head. “--Sixteen hours?”

“Yep,” you yawned. “I’m still not done with it.”

“Oh my god…”

“Do you want to hear about it?”

“I want you to go to sleep!” He laughed. “Why’d you wake up at four to work on it?”

“It wasn’t on purpose, I had like a weird dream and woke up.”

“A nightmare?”

“I’m not sure.”

“Do you remember it?”

Yes. “Not really.”

“Well… that sucks that it woke you up.”

“Wanna hear about the computer?”

“You know I love it when you talk shop, go on.”

As you went to respond with a long list of specs and reached for your phone so you could send him pictures, your stomach growled louder than you had ever heard it growl before. You paused.

“Was that-- your stomach?” San asked and laughed.

“I’m just realizing that I forgot to eat lunch.”

San laughed again.

“...And breakfast.”

“Wha--? You didn’t eat breakfast?”

“I always forget to eat when I’m excited to work on something.”

San tsk’d. “Jagi, you can’t do that to yourself.”

“It was an accident!” You laughed.

“I’m not scolding you.” San went quiet for a second. “What would you have eaten if you did have lunch?”

“Are you trying to rub it in?”

He chuckled. “No. Just making conversation.”

“Mmmmm, actually I could go for some udon right now.”

“Sounds good.”

“I want them fat, fat, squishy noodles.”

He laughed softly. “In what, like a soup? Or something else?”

“Oooo, good question. Umm, honestly, I could just go for a traditional udon soup right now. So warm, so squishy, so umami.”

He hummed in response and the two of you went back to your game.

Twenty minutes later San’s avatar stopped moving on the screen. 

“What you doing?” You asked.

“Take your headphones off?”

“What? Why? You can’t be here, you’re on stream.”

He laughed. “Is someone ringing the doorbell?”

You took your headphones off and listened. Sure enough, the doorbell rang. You jumped with a startled gasp. “What? How did you know?”

He laughed softly. “That should be your food. You should go get it.”

“What?” You got up, beelined to the door, checked the intercom and saw the delivery man. You opened the door, “Hi.”

“Order for y/l/n y/f/n?”

“That’s me. How much do I owe you?”

“It’s already paid for.”

“O-- oh. Thank you.”

“Have a nice night.” He smiled.

“Yeah, you too.”

He walked back down the hall. You got some utensils and went back to your desk with the food in tow. You put your headphones back on.

“So, um… is this why you were asking what udon I wanted?”

He chuckled. “I’m surprised you didn’t pick up on it; I wasn’t exactly being sly about it.”

“Honestly, I was too busy still thinking about the computer,” you laughed. “You didn’t have to buy me food, though.”

“Of course I did. I can’t let my girl sit there with a growling stomach while she tries to stream.”

You laughed again as you opened the container with the soup, “It wasn’t that bad--” you were interrupted by your stomach growling again, even louder than the first time.

San laughed loudly. “You were saying?”

“It was reacting to the food! I just opened the lid!”

He laughed. “It sensed it.”

“It did-- oh my god it smells so good.” You could have drowned in the amount of saliva your mouth produced at the mere smell of the food and swallowed hard.

“I’m glad.”

“Did you get anything for yourself?”

“Nah, I ate earlier.”

“Then let me order you some dessert or something.”

“You don’t have to get me anything.”

“But I feel bad.”

“Don’t feel bad, you’re not allowed.”

“Morn…”

“If you eat and you’re happy, then I’m happy.”

You had to stop yourself from saying what you really wanted to say: ‘I love you’. 

It wouldn’t have been weird if you said it, the two of you - to everyone else - were dating, after all. Couples tell each other ‘I love you’ all the time. Except that the two of you were not a real couple, and all of this was for show. If you said it, it might not have seemed weird to the fans who were watching, but it definitely would have been weird to San… and to you. The statement was much too close to how you actually felt as you mixed the soup with your chopsticks: how could he just buy you food because you were hungry and ask for nothing in return? You moved away from your microphone and sniffed an errant tear that was trying to form. Being hungry was making you emotional, that was all.

“You’re so sweet, Morn.”

“Because I like you, Jagiya. Now eat and I’ll entertain everyone. Watch my stream and I’ll entertain you too.”

You clicked over to his channel so you could do just what he said.

‘Like’. You supposed the word was innocuous enough, but it felt like it meant more. Maybe that was just your emotional state and the fact that he bought you food without asking and then told you that you eating would make him happy, ticking every box of how a person could possibly want to be treated: like they matter. He, as a fake boyfriend, treated you like you mattered.

You felt confused. You wanted it to mean more. But it meaning more didn’t go along with the plan. And - you reminded yourself - you still worked at the café together. Dating him could be all well and good, but it could also not.

You sighed and started eating your food while you watched his stream.

San walked into a river and started taking damage from some fish.

You laughed. “Morn, what are you doing?” 

He quickly - though awkwardly - navigated away from the danger and out of the river. “Sorry, someone texted me.”

“You almost died,” you responded through a mouthful of food.

He chuckled. “Chew your food before you choke.”

You went to his chat and commented with “>:PPPPPPPPP”. He paused for a moment, and you knew he saw it when he responded with:

“Very mature.”

“The matureist.”

He laughed.

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Over Now - Dalton Lambert

Pairing: Dalton Lambert x Reader

Warnings: fluff, angst, mentions of cheating, ooc Dalton

Prompt: "Did you think of me when you were having sex with her?"

A/N: I'm really not sure how I feel about this! I hope you guys enjoy though, I love you all! xxx

You shivered slightly in the cold as you pulled your jacket tighter around yourself as you and Chris waited for Dalton in the quad. You were slightly worried as to where he could be, he hated being late. He shot you a quick text telling you that he had something to do off campus but that he was still coming.

“Are you sure he’s coming?” Chris asked, turning to face you.

You nodded as you double checked your phone for what felt like the 100th time. There was no text from him to say he wouldn’t be coming. You knew he wouldn’t just bail without telling you. Especially not today.

“He’ll be here,” you insisted.

The truth was, you and Dalton, and Chris were going out for breakfast because you and Dalton were going to come clean about your secret relationship. The two of you had been dating for months now, you had wanted to shout it from the rooftops but Dalton wanted to keep it quiet, just for a little while.

Finally, you saw your boyfriend walk towards you both with an apologetic smile on his face, “I’m so sorry that I’m late, guys!” he apologised as he greeted you. He gave you a hug that lasted a little longer than it needed to, and as he pulled away his smile dropped a little, “did you think that I wouldn’t come?” he frowned when you nodded, “I promised I would.”

You nod again, “yeah, I know, guess I was just a little worried.”

Chris, who had been watching this whole exchange narrowed her eyes at the both of you, “c’mon, I’m starving.”

You and Dalton jumped away from each other, grinning at her guiltily.

The three of you sat in the diner a couple of blocks away from the campus and you ordered your usual breakfast. Dalton laced his fingers through yours underneath the table, giving your hand a squeeze. You glanced at him with a nod, knowing it was time.

Dalton cleared his throat and spoke up, “Chris, there’s something we need to tell you.”

Chris looked between the two of you, a ghost of a smirk on her face, “is it the fact that you guys are together?”

“You knew?” you ask with a gasp.

Chris snorted as she cut into her pancakes, “of course I knew, you guys aren’t exactly subtle, y’know,” she laughed as you and Dalton looked at each other, a flush staining your cheeks, I’m happy for you guys, as long as you don’t gross me out by making out all the time or something.”

Dalton chuckled as he kissed your cheek, you grinned, happy that your best friend had taken the news so well. The three of you spent the whole day together hanging out, it was really nice, you were all so busy with college you didn’t do this as much as you would like.

“Do you wanna stay the night?” you asked Dalton, ignoring Chris’ fake retches.

“I’m sorry baby, I can’t tonight, I have to finish a project for class,” he kissed the pout off your lips.

That night, you decided to order take out and watch a movie, as you went to the foyer to grab your food you were cornered by a girl you recognised from class.

“Hey, you’re Dalton Lambert’s girlfriend, right? I saw you guys together in the diner.”

You nod, “yeah, I’m his girlfriend,” you replied with a smile, “how come?”

The girl took a deep breath, “look, there’s no easy way to tell you this, but he’s cheating on you with Eve, my roommate. She’s in his Art class too.”

You looked at her with wide eyes as you snorted out a laugh, that was the most ridiculous thing you’d ever heard. Your stomach dropped when you realised she wasn’t joking, “he wouldn’t do that.”

“I can prove it.”

“Why are you telling me this?”

“Because, if my boyfriend was cheating on me, I’d want to know,” she smiled at you sadly.

The following day, the girl’s words rang in your head as you went to meet Dalton after class, you were waiting for a little while, your stomach feeling like lead as he walked out of the lecture hall. There was a girl at his side, a beautiful girl with dyed hair and a septum piercing, she looked like the definition of cool art girl. You knew it was Eve without a second glance.

Dalton’s face lit up as he saw you, wrapping an arm around his waist, “hey, you,” he didn’t make any move to kiss you which hurt.

Eve looked between you and Dalton, “I’ll see you later,” she shot him a wave as she walked down the hallway.

Over the next couple of weeks, you almost brought it up a 100 times but you didn’t want to accuse him without proof. Until one day, you got it. The girl who had told you about Eve and Dalton handed you one of his shirts, telling you it had been left in her dorm room. Now, you knew you had to confront him.

You walked into his dorm without knocking and he looked at you in surprise, “baby? I wasn’t expecting you.”

“You left your shirt in Eve’s room,” you spat as you threw it at him.

He looked down at the shirt before he looked back up at you with wounded eyes, “I’m sorry.”

“You’re not going to deny it?”

“Would you believe me?” he asked, when you didn’t reply, he sighed, “it was only meant to be a one-time thing.”

Your heart shattered as you felt tears sting at your eyes, “why?”

“She gets me, in a way that you don’t,” he whispers, “she’s not waiting for me to have a mental breakdown about the whole astral projection thing.”

“Well, forgive me for worrying about you,” you hissed, “tell me something, did you think of me when you were having sex with her?”

When he didn’t reply, you had your answer, “why didn’t you just break up with me Dalton?” you felt pathetic with tears streaming down your cheeks, “I would have understood.”

He stood from his bed and reached out for you, tearing up when you flinched away from him, “because I love you, I don’t want to lose you.”

You let out a hollow laugh, “you’ve been cheating on me and you don’t want to lose me?!” you ran a hand through your hair, “I can’t forgive this, Dalton. I don’t know, maybe if it was a one-time thing I could have. But if you really loved me, you wouldn’t have fallen for her and you have fallen for her haven’t you?”

He nodded as tears silently slid down his cheeks.

“Goodbye, Dalton,” you sniffled as you walked out of his dorm and he didn’t come after you or call after you.

Like you, he knew it was over.

[nat-space-obsessed]

"I'm 23." "No, You're Not."

Crossposted on AO3!

It turns out to be very hard to get a tattoo when you look eternally 14.

Prompt by @charcoalhawk

"Kid, You're like twelve. That's a fake ID. I'll get in trouble if I let you get a tattoo here." 

"As I said, I am literally 23. I've been 23 for five months now. It is on my ID. I swear to you that my ID is real." Danny repeated for the third time that hour. 

Danny had been going to get a tattoo, his second, actually, and both times so far he had come across one issue: 

His eternally 14 year old face. 

"I told you, this can't be a real ID, you look twelve."

"I look fourteen, thank you very much."

"You realize that doesn't help, don't you?" The girl behind the counter retorted. 

No, it doesn't. 

One thing about being immortal is that you forget that you are immortal. Danny's ID has his birth date and his current photo. It's not his fault that he looks fourteen!

Actually it is. He's the one who died. 

"If I told you it's a health condition, would you believe me?"

"Not without a doctor's note. Either way, kid, even if you are somehow older than 16, you can't get a tattoo even with parental consent. We live in Illinois."

Danny hated being locked out of things due to his perceived age. Even when he was in college, and all of his classmates thought he skipped a bunch of grades to get where he was. Every time he met someone new he had to go through the same spiel. 

'I'm nineteen, yes I look young, it's a medical condition, yes I am in my second year of college' yadda yadda yadda. It had been four years and it only got worse. 

It was worse when he was going to different age restricted places, such as bars and tattoo parlors, which thought that he was a literal kid. 

"Look. I already have a tattoo, isn't that enough??"

"How do I know you didn't have a friend do that for you, huh? I remember middle school with all of the stick-n-pokes."

"Does this look like a stick-n-poke???" No, it doesn't. It was a full color three quarter arm in a neo-traditional style. It was a ghost, because he loves his irony. 

Danny kept staring at the girl behind the counter, not blinking the whole time, as she stared at him incredulously. 

"I'm going to have to ask you to leave if you keep being a problem."

"I'm not being a problem! You're the one who isn't listening as I try to explain my situation!"

"Kid, you aren't going to get a tattoo from this place." She sighed. "Look, I can call my boss and she can make the final call on it." 

"Yes! Please! Do!"

The girl in front of him walked into the back room and called a name that Danny hadn't heard since high school. "Hey! Star!"

Wait, Star? 

"What is it now, Kay?" A familiar voice rang out, in an exasperated voice. 

"Look, there's this kid at the front who says he's 23, he has an ID that looks like it checks out, but he looks twelve. Literally twelve." 

"God, Kay. Just tell him no!" A woman walked out from the back room, and looked at Kay, then made eye contact with Danny.

"Wait, FENTON? Damn, you literally haven't changed since freshman year!" The blonde girl laughed. 

"Star! It's been so long, I can't believe you recognize me!" Danny smiled. "You started a tattoo parlor?" 

"Yeah, after high school, I decided to apprentice at that one parlor down the road from school? Yeah you know the one, right?"

"I got my first tattoo there! this one," Danny pointed to his three quarter. 

"Was it James? I apprenticed under him." Star smiled at Danny. 

"Wait, Star, you know this kid?" 

"We went to high school together. I was a bit of an asshole, but we made up at the end of senior year! We'd all been through a lot together, you know what they say about trauma bringing people together!"

Danny smirked at Star. "You still in contact with Paulina?" He started, "Have you heard about her new girlfriend?"

"Oh yeah! We had a double date not too long ago, you know, me and Kwan."

"I always thought you and Kwan would get together! You guys were always pretty good with each other."

"WAIT, wait wait, so Star, he's not lying about his age??" The girl behind the counter said. 

"Yeah, he's looked that way since freshman year, some sort of medical condition, right?"

"It was a whole thing in senior year, we were comparing yearbook photos, it was so funny to see Dash freak out like that."

Danny and Star laughed at the memory. 

"So, can I get my tattoo now?" 

"Oh for sure! I'd love to get you started on that, do a quick consultation." Star led Danny to her office in the back. 

The girl at the front counter grasped her head in frustration. 

[bitchinbarzal]

16. "i need you to pretend to be my partner for the family christmas party." & 37. "what do you want for christmas?" "you." "haha very funny." with bolds plz and tank you lu ❤️

hehe adding in some maisie au here bc I want to

On your last trip to visit your sister in Minnesota, your niece had tried to set you up with several of your brother in law’s teammates.

She was quite the matchmaker.

Maisie just wanted everyone to feel the love.

So when she set you up with Matt, you both played along in pretending you were going out that night - for her sake.

However Maisie had begged to tag along with her “favourite people” and thus your fake date turned into a real one but with your niece in tow.

You took her to the christmas fair, watching as Matt took her on the rides and how he paid an obscene amount of money to win her a stuffed animal that she claimed looked exactly like her puppy Marley.

Maisie fell asleep in the car, tired out from all the fun of the night leaving you and Matt to bask in each others company.

From the passenger seat you smiled softly at him, watching his facial expressions every time the street lights lit up his face.

“You’re good with her, you know?” You mumbled.

His eyes left the road to look at you “Huh?”

“Maisie” you clarified “You guys, you all love her so much”

Matt shrugged “She’s a good kid, the best actually. Morgan and Midsy they did a good job with her. You must miss her though? Living in California”

You hummed “So much” glancing back to see her sleeping in the back seat. She looked so much like Morgan, reminders of sleeping in your big sisters bedroom when you had nightmares.

“I’m just glad they have people here - I gotta visit more often. Especially now they’re having another baby”

It took Matt a moment to reply “I’m sure we could give you more reasons to come visit”

Before you could say anything, he was pulling into the street.

Jake took Maisie to bed, leaving you to say goodbye to Matt.

“I had fun” he muttered softly, leaning against their front door.

You nodded “It was nice, thanks Matt. See you round yeah?”

He looked disappointed but turned away nevertheless “Don’t be a stranger!”

“I won’t!” And you weren’t.

For the next year the two of you talked almost everyday.

You saw him briefly when you returned to Minnesota to meet your nephew. You ended up spending the night at his place to hang out. Neither of you spoke about it the day after, instead, you flew back to California without a word.

Everything went back to normal.

Until he called you exclaiming "i need you to pretend to be my partner for the wild family christmas party."

“I’m sorry, come again?”

“Please?”

“No!”

“Why not?”

“Um I don’t know because I’m not your girlfriend?”

A lot of bartering and a couple promises of a special Christmas gift and you agreed.

To say Morgan was shocked to see you would be an understatement. She had to do a double take before scolding you for “not telling me my baby sister was in town! We don’t even have the spare room set up it became maverick’s nursery!”

“Oh, it’s ok I’m staying with Matt”

Morgan and Jake’s mouths dropped open “oh”

Morgan couldn’t help but give you a look. A look of knowing something wasn’t right. You gave her one back of just drop it, so she did.

The whole night everyone was shocked to see you, especially to see your hand situated in Matt’s.

You became uncomfortable with the states after a while, excusing yourself to another room. It just so happened to be the kids playroom you found yourself in; their letters to Santa on the table in front of you.

You couldn’t help but glance at them - wishes for a bike and a Barbie doll made you smile softly.

Matt slipped in behind you not long later, the two of you standing in the silence

“What you doing?”

“Ready Santa wish lists”

He hummed, standing right behind you. His front pressed to your back

"haha very funny." He mumbled “seriously?”

"what do you want for christmas?" The question he asked was so simple yet you paused before you answered a thought

You took a soft and heavy breathe before you replied "you."

“You, Matt I want you” you replied, turning to full face him now.

You giggled softly as he leaned down to kiss you. Once you’d managed to hear the full spiel he had laid out for you. you’d managed fo pull away from him momentarily to mumble “we gotta tell Maisie she’s gonna be so pumped! She’s

You laughed “let’s pump the breaks yeah? What about-“

“Let me enjoy this moment with my girl”

“Your girl, huh?”

“Yeah. My girl”

[sawrinwrites]

Sawrin does Bumbleby Week

I know I said I was going to use this month to focus on OC content, but I am a recklessly impulsive dumbass, so when the prompt list for Bumbleby Week went up and I realised I was accidentally completing the prompt for day 1, my brain went “Welp! Might as well do all 8!” and I agreed.

Some of these are based on concepts I've already been developing for future multi-chapter fics. I've marked those ones with a * by the title so you guys can let me know which ones you want to see the most.

Here’s what you can expect to see over the next 8 days:

Day 1 - Bumblebaby

Title: Expecting

Summary: A new story in the As Told By Ember collection. This tale follows the best girl as she helps her humans prepare for the arrival of their first child.

Author’s Comment: You can thank @reeves3 for this one. Without their suggestion, I wouldn’t have had the inspiration to build out a collection of Ember’s adventures.

Day 2 – Jock & Nerd AU

Title: I See You*

Summary: Weiss knows Blake and Yang are in love, she just hasn’t figured out a way to get them together yet. When Blake accidentally submits the wrong poem to her class and Yang ends up writing an essay on it, Weiss finally finds the opening she’s been waiting for.

Author’s Comment: This fit the prompt better when it was from Yang and Blake’s POV, but the story worked better from Weiss’ so that's what I wrote. Bees trauma-bonding through literature (a concept that is very near and dear to my heart).

Day 3 – Soulmates / Reincarnation

Title: And Every Time I’ll Find You

Summary: As another one of Blake’s lives draw to a close, she and Yang return to the place where it all began.

Author’s Comment: My beta reader banned me from writing soulmate stories because of this. It’s a sad one.

Day 4 – Nomad Blake & Farm Girl Yang

Title: Maybe This Year

Summary: The Kuo Kuana dragon riders make their annual visit to the floating island of Patch. For most, it’s a chance to relax. For Blake, it’s a chance to reunite with Yang and wonder how many more times she’s going to be able to leave.

Author’s Comment: Pretty sure the last time I wrote about dragons was when the years still had 00 in the middle of them. My inner child had a field day with this one. A more fun and light fic than the summary might suggest.

Day 5 – Evil Yang / Blake (or both)

Title: A Weak and Foolish Heart*

Summary: Sequestered to a keep in the middle of the Vacuo desert, the blood mage Blake leverages her skills and her history with Yang to try and ascertain the location of Princess Weiss Schnee.

Author’s Comment: This one’s the reason why each day is getting posted as a new piece of work instead of chapters under one project. Tags for blood, gore, graphic violence, and depictions of torture. I spent hours researching tendon names and positions for this. It’s also the fic that most closely resembles my preferred writing style (make of that fact what you will).

Day 6 – Comfort

Title: The Way It Feels*

Summary: Blake and Yang attempt to be intimate for the first time since Yang’s accident but the loss of sensations in Yang’s arm triggers a panic attack instead. Blake comforts her wife in the aftermath.

Author’s Comment: I’m sorry, it wouldn’t be a Sawrin fic without angst before the comfort.

Day 7 – AU Day

Title: Double Date*

Summary: After Weiss accidentally accepts an invitation to be the third wheel at a dinner date with Pyrrha and her girlfriend, Yang, she begs her best friend, Blake, to join as her fake girlfriend. An easy ask, if Blake didn’t find herself attracted to the blonde on the other side of the table.

Author’s Comment: I was going to put up a vote on which AU to do but the second I added “Fake Dating” to the list my brain went “What if the Bees weren’t the ones who were fake dating?” So here you go, fake dating monochrome with (assumed) Greek fire. Bees & Schneekos endgame. Also an excuse for me finally write Blake into that dress.

Day 8 – Bonus / VA Appreciate Day

Title: Downtime

Summary: Blake and Yang discuss the lives of their VAs, as well as their own budding relationship.

Author’s Comment: The shortest one of the lot, this is really just a small love letter to the Bees and to Barb and Arryn.

I'll be posting a link to each fic under the Bumbleby Week tag as they go live.

[arionaleilani]

this is a rambly personal post where i get introspective about sibling dynamics and the complexity of perspective on a fundamental familial level. it is very long and has no purpose other than me trying to place my thoughts somewhere other than my head.

proceed at your own risk.

-

i am a middle child.

well, kind of.

by my definition, i have six siblings. legally, i have two. biologically, i only have one. it’s very… very complex.

i have two older sisters—t and s. they are, biologically, my second cousins, whom my parents got guardianship over when i was a baby. t is 8 years older than me. s is 13 years older than me. despite them being my second cousins—despite them being my mom’s first cousins—i grew up calling them sisters. they called my parents mom and dad.

(i have heard many stories of how funny my parents found it when s would call them mom and dad in public. my parents were 22-almost-23 when they had me. s is only ten years younger than them. the amount of double takes they would get when s, visibly only a decade younger than them, would walk up and call them her parents was not only astounding but also absolutely hilarious. apparently.)

when i was in kindergarten, s (18) was pregnant with her first daughter, aka my niece. she got married, moved out, got pregnant again not too long after and had my second niece.

when i was in fourth grade, t (still in high school) started having some behavioral issues. nothing major at first, but it was repetitive. then she purposefully used fake money at the school store and got in BIG trouble for it. my parents gave her an ultimatum to either transfer to a stricter school (essentially a boarding school) in order to get her behavior in order or to move back in with my aunt, her biological mother. t chose the latter and shortly moved out.

my parents did not involve me in this situation, as i was 9 and it wasn’t necessarily my business. but that means that the context was not fully provided to me. so, from my perspective, my older sister lied about something and then got kicked out.

i became a completely different person after that because i became irrationally afraid that any mistake i might have made would lead me to face severe consequences that i had never considered before. things like being kicked out. i know, now, what really happened, but i was nine and terrified.

that’s a different conversation for a different day.

up until the fourth grade, i was the youngest child, and then i was suddenly the only one in the house. i still had my sisters, but as time went on i saw them less and less and less. i will never forget the first time they didn’t even call on my birthday.

my older sisters were my idols. they were my favorite people. and then, suddenly, they were strangers.

my best friend is six days older than me and i have known her since the first grade. that means that her brother, who is about two years older than us, has been in my life for just as long. they are my siblings. she is my sister—my person—and he is my big brother. i currently live with them. i associate them with a safe space, as it was their house that i would escape to when life at home got hard. their parents are my second parents. however, that being said, they were never in my house growing up, save for the few occasions where she would come over to stay the night. most of our sleepovers were at her house.

i have two little siblings. my dad started dating a woman when i was 13. she was pregnant when they started dating—not with my father’s child, but he quickly stepped up as the father and legally adopted the baby before they were even born. that child is my little sister. she is 14 years younger than me. i was in the room when she was born and seeing her was the first instance of my heart living outside of my body. we share a last name, we share a dad, we shared a home until i moved out at 19. she is now in the fourth grade.

a few years after she was born, my dad’s (now ex) girlfriend got pregnant again, this time with my baby brother. i was eighteen when he was born. i was not in the room, but i was in the hall on the opposite side of the door. my heart split in half the day he was born. one half stayed with my little sister. the other half went to him.

he is currently in kindergarten. yesterday he got his first ever school award for “being purposeful with respect” and i missed the assembly because of a popped tire, but i still showed up at their school to say hi anyway and give them both a hug.

this is already long. this has only been the facts.

i am a middle child.

kind of.

see, i was initially raised as the youngest—until the fourth grade, when t moved out. suddenly, i was the only child in the house, and my older sisters became more and more distant as their lives got more and more busy. i understand them being busy. i understand that adulthood is a lot and it can be hard.

i am 23. i work full time. i battle every single day with multiple mental health issues (adhd, bipolar, ptsd) as well as a physical disability/chronic illness and physical health issues (type one diabetes, migraines, fatigue). i have never missed a birthday.

i’ll come back to that in a moment.

for about six years, i was raised as an only child. during those six years, my parents both battled various addictions. my mother had her schizophrenic break that led to her diagnosis and multiple stays in multiple different mental hospitals. my parents and i moved in with my grandma on my dad’s side. i had cereal for dinner every day for a very long time because my grandma (who had not yet retired at this point) worked late and my parents were too busy either arguing or succumbing to their addictions to remember to cook something. before t moved out, my dad taught me how to make spaghetti. sometimes i would make that. i didn’t often have the energy to do so. eventually, my parents split up and my mom moved out and stayed with my aunt and uncle who lived down the street. my dad and i moved into a camper on a different aunt and uncle’s property for about a year. for christmas, my dad saved up and we moved into a new house. it was while at this house that my dad met his (now ex) girlfriend, who was already pregnant.

my psychologist, who was previously an ER nurse before changing careers, has hypothesized that the amount of stress i went through during this time might be the reason i’m now diabetic. trauma does funny things to a person. stress can cause many physical reactions. her idea is that my body reacted to the stress in an odd way that may have resulted in it attacking my beta cells and therefore resulted in my diabetes. the reasoning for this is that i was diagnosed when i was 14, and in most cases type one diabetes develops that late in life for a particular reason, such as pancreatitis or something similar. obviously there is no way to know for sure, but the fact that my symptoms for being diabetic started when i was about 12/13 when a lot of that trauma happened when i was 11/12 is fairly telling. i try not to think about it. i also have yet to mention this to my parents. i’m scared of how they might react. i get my oversized guilty conscience from both of them.

the point is that for about six years i was raised as an only child. at the time i just wanted my big sisters to take me away on day trips so that i could see them again. i wanted them to visit on my birthday and remind me that they were there for me.

they didn’t.

when i was fourteen, my little sister was born, and from that point on i was the oldest sibling in the house. s did babysit my little sister for a while, and it made me really happy—my little sister having one of the big sisters i grew up loving. then my little sisters mom became a stay at home mom and s didn’t need to babysit anymore.

i love being a big sister. i love it more than anything in the world. growing up—even when s and t still lived at home—i wanted a little sibling so bad. i was so excited to finally have one. and then, at eighteen, i had another. they are my soul.

having them kind of put things into perspective, though, because i can’t imagine not being here for them. i can’t imagine not being there on their birthdays, let alone not calling.

i can’t remember the last time t and s said happy birthday to me. i can’t remember the last time i saw them. i can’t remember the last time i spoke to them. i am 23, yes, and i am an adult now, and this is a two way street—but i can’t help but feel anxious to reach out because the precedent was placed when i was a kid and they weren’t ever really there.

it makes me think.

for me, i had t and s as my sisters since the day i was born. i don’t remember a time when they weren’t my sisters. for them, though, my mom was their cousin who got guardianship of them at the same time she had a baby. they did not call my parents mom and dad from the day they moved in. it took time.

which means, for at least the first part of it, they probably did not see me as a sister. i was their cousins baby that they lived with. their second cousin.

to me, they will always be my sisters.

to them, i wonder if i am still theirs.

s came to my high school graduation. t did not, even after she told me that she would be there. i went to hers.

it’s weird because part of me feels angry and resentful and that isn’t necessarily fair because that anger and resentment is based on how i feel and how i project those feelings on them. i compare how i feel about my little siblings to how they were with me.

i get off work as late as 6:30 and my dad and siblings are 30+ minutes away from my job’s location. despite having to wake up at 4:30 am for work the next day, i still make that drive on my siblings birthdays to see them and get home as late as 9 or 10 because i refuse to not see them on their special days.

with t and s, i felt abandoned by them. i am terrified of my little siblings feeling the same.

this is incoherent, i know. this is all over the place and honestly i’m not sure why i’m writing it. i think it has to do with the fact that i got very emotional yesterday about how fast my little siblings are growing up. they both attend the same elementary school that i went to. they have the same music teacher that i had. yesterday, i looked through all of my old videos and pictures of them growing up—watched my little sister crawl and babble and laugh, watched my little brother learn how to pronounce my name and ride his first bike that he got earlier this year for his fifth birthday.

i keep thinking of this—how i feel for them, how much i love them—and i wonder if my older sisters ever felt this strongly about me. they were never obligated to. i know that. i recognize that. in their minds, i may never have really been their sister, and that’s okay because they were never required to view me as such. but i wonder if they know my perspective. if they’ve ever considered it.

because they were always there. my earliest memories consist of them. my baby pictures show them holding me. all of my childhood photos feature them.

and then they were gone.

i mentioned it to my best friend once, only a few months ago, how i think part of me resents them for abandoning me. my best friend stopped and said, “oh. really? i didn’t know that.” and that caught me off guard, because my best friend—my sister, my twin, my person—is the one on this planet who knows me the best and i thought it would be obvious to her.

i don’t talk about my older sisters a lot. i don’t avoid talking about them, necessarily, and anytime the topic of siblings comes up in conversation i never hesitate to mention them, but i don’t go out of my way to bring them up. i don’t tend to think of them very often, and when i do, it’s usually in the context of this.

of heaviness, and resentment, and longing for the kind of bond that i wanted to have with them growing up.

there’s no point to this. i haven’t made some grand conclusion to how i feel or what to do about it. i don’t think i’m going to do anything about it at all.

i just don’t really talk about it and i think i needed to get it out somehow. if only to shake the thoughts out of my head and put them somewhere i can see them.

maybe i’ll send this to my psychologist before our next session and see what she thinks. maybe i’ll just let it disappear into the endless sea of posts on this account. maybe i’ll delete this tonight when i inevitably feel guilty for associating my older sisters, who, despite everything, are still my idols and some of my favorite people, with any kind of negative feelings.

i don’t know. i don’t think i need to know, at least not right now. after all, typing this out has already made me late for work. i suppose that means i should stop.

but before i do—t and s, though i know you don’t know about this account, i do want to make something clear on the off chance this is ever found. i love you. i miss you.

i hope you’re doing good.

love, ariona

[beautifulnightmareunknown]

A couple of angry thoughts

So, im recently going through a friend break up. naturally i was doing my creeping on social media. well. i unfriended them both on everything and their accounts are private so i have absolutely nothing to creep on. i was on tiktok and one of them reposted a few videos pertaining to bad friends and all this and that. first off: i did not stop being your friend because of my boyfriend. B had stated in a message to me that ever since i have gotten into my current relationship that i have been hard to hangout with, talk to, and all this and that. not true. i have been in my relationship since december 2023. and WHILE in my relationship i have went to her kids basketball games, baseball games, have had sleep overs, double dates, facetimed/texted her and even drove to her house after work to hangout with her. we stopped texting and facetiming because her boyfriend went through her phone and she was terrified to text any of her friends and say something wrong for him to find. thats why we stopped texting. we stopped facetiming because she was constantly on the phone with him after work or hanging out with him. we stopped hanging out so much because it was always me going to her or picking her up. i got so fed up with one sided friendships that i just stopped. and now shes trying to blame it all on me getting a boyfriend when the only time i do see my friend is friday-sunday. so that was a bullshit excuse because she cant own up to the fact that once i stopped putting in the effort our friendship crumbled. thats not just on me. and now shes acting victim. i dont feel bad. i will never feel bad for leaving a one sided relationship and i dont care who you are. if you put in effort or even fucking try to put in effort then sure but proven this was one sided is the fact that when i stopped so did the friendship. so no. i do not feel bad.

now as for the other friend. good lord. i dont even think i have words. her and i have been through life together. friends since kindergarten. through highs and lows, you name it and i bet we have been through it together. she recently sent me a text on her birthday pissed that i didnt tell her happy birthday. mind you, she has let not only b, but her girlfriend as well, happily talk shit about me. no thanks on that friendship. also, i havent talked to her in over 2 weeks at this point. we arent on good terms. why tf would i be fake and wish her happy birthday. youre a grown ass adult why tf do you care who does and does not wish you happy birthday. lord forgive those who dont in her eyes. anyways, im done with half assed friendships nowadays. like i said, we are grown adults. the second she said we remained friends for so long because we were trauma bonded was the day our friednship ended because what the actual fuck. who says that about a friendship? if that is how you perceive our friendship then once again, i dont want it. yeah weve been through some traumatic things together, but that is not what holds a friendship together. i have lived 10 minutes away from her for over a year now and guess how many times we have hungout at my apartment? two. thats all. and one of the times was when her and her toxic ass girlfriend broke up and she was crying and shit so she was on the phone literally the whole time. guess how many times i have stayed and hungout at their apartment. too many to count. effort. it was always one sided.

im so tired of talking about this shit on here but fuck. who wants to listen to me complain about my past friends. no one. i dont want to sit and stir in these emotions so getting them out like this is the only way. letting them flow right out and wasting anymore time dwelling on them. sure, grieving friendships is a hard thing and it 100% sucks, but im done wasting my time on people who dont care to lose me. thats not a loss in my opinion. thats actually the nicest thing they could have done. so thank you. thank you for showing me who you are, finally. who you choose and how much the friendships actually meant to you. thank you for making walking away finally so incredibly easy. thank you for lifting the heavy burden of fighting for a one sided friendship. thank you for showing me what not to do and how to not treat someone that i care about.

[systemtek]

A single 40 something lady - How I uncovered the fake men of Facebook

As a lady in her 40s I use Facebook on a regular basis to keep up to date with my friends and what's going on in the world. I have the average number of friends on Facebook of around 250, yet some of my girlfriends have maybe 1000 or more. The difference is that because I work in IT I am quite security conscious and my Facebook is locked down and I only accept friends that I actually know. This consists of people I have worked with or met over the years and old school, college and Uni friends. My single girlfriends often show me their Facebook and laugh and joke about how many random messages they get from men, and the pictures they get sent ! One of my friends was talking to a guy and it turned out he had a girlfriend already and was using a different account to message her and other girls via. This is not something new, and many women reading this will have come across this problem before. So just over 6 months ago I decided to start an experiment and setup a new Facebook account in a different name and location and like my friends, not lock it down so people can find me and add me, of cause as part of this I set my status as "Single" and I ensured I posted at least once a day with things that indicated I was single, such as going for a walk on my own with my dog and a few nice photo poses etc. Soon enough just like my girlfriends said the friend requests started to come in and probably 95% were male. My aim was to get at least 1000 friends and then stop accepting any more, and just after 4 months I hit that target, I did not go looking for them they all came to me. During this experiment I only ever received inbox messages from men and many started off with hello or hi and normal chats, which I went along with, but gave fake details to protect my identity and location, some messages were a bit more forward and saying how much they loved me and wanted to date or marry me, even though they didn't know me. And as expected I received the random d**k pictures that all us girls cringe about when we get them. My aim was not to trap or catch people but to see if people were who they said they were, and for this reason I am not naming any individuals I spoke to under my Facebook alias name. Because I work in IT and have worked in cyber forensics I know how to look for people online and I can spot a "double account" a mile away, these are the men who have a separate account just to chat up and date women. I analysed all the accounts that I interacted with and the facts are below - Men age 45 plus - These individuals tended to communicate via their own Facebook account, they were often single and had family and work colleagues on their friends list, only 20% of those I communicated with in this age range were found to be using a second account. Men age 30 to 45 - A massive 55% of the individuals I communicated with in this age range I was able to trace that they were using a second account to contact me and other women via. Some were very easy to spot as they have almost all female friends, and no male friends, the people who comment on their posts don't really appear to know them. Typically if your this age you have family, friends, school and work colleagues on your Facebook, many did not have a single one. Men age 20 to 30 - Given that I am 40ish this didn't stop this age range from contacting me. A massive 35% of the individuals I communicated with in this age range I was able to trace that they were using a second account to contact me and other women via. As before some were very easy to spot as they have almost all female friends, and no male friends, the people who comment on their posts don't really appear to know them. Typically if your this age you have family, friends, school and work colleagues on your Facebook, many did not. So of the ones I was able to trace that were using a second account you may ask who really are they ? I was able to trace and verify around 70% of the accounts some were very easy as they were using their real name and the same pictures as their other main profile. Some were using an abbreviation of their real name, so for example if their real name was John Smith they were calling themselves Jonathan Smithson or similar. Another subset used a totally different name and location to hide who they really were, this subset of individuals were the ones that were often more pushy in chats to meet up and sent explicit photos of themselves as they assumed they could not be traced back to their real identities, as you might guess almost all of these individuals were either married or in a relationship but claimed to be single. During this experiment I was never the one to ask to meet and I never shared any explicit photos of myself. During the 6 months period 34 individual men expressed an interest to meet me, of those 34 people 26 of the requests were made in private chats and 8 were made on posts on my page. I was able to positively 100% identify the identity of 28 of the 34 men. Yes there was 6 who I could not trace as been who they said they were or I was unable to obtain enough information to confirm any searches. So from the 28 I could identify how many do you think were actually single ?, well this was a bit harder to research. There was 11 who were obviously using their own accounts as they had the typical family, friends and work colleagues commenting on their posts and their status was set as single and they often posted things that indicated they were single. There was 3 who were using their own accounts and it was clear that they were in a relationship and wanted fun with me and were not afraid to hide that fact. So that takes us up to 14 what about the other 14 you may ask, well they were second accounts, and 8 of them were married and 3 were in a relationship, and the other 3 had a second account and based on their main account I could not be 100% sure if they were in a relationship or not - why have a second account if your single ? This a a shocking result when you think about it, these are the type of people who my girlfriends are talking to day in day out and they think are their friends even though they don't actually know who they are. During this 6 month period I did receive a total of 11 images that I would class as sexually explicit, and 2 videos again explicit. I showed the results to my friends and they were shocked, they were adamant that the people they had on their Facebook were not like my results, even though they didn't 100% know many of the people they called friends. It's really creepy when I see comments on my fake profile, and my girlfriends ones where these men who we don't know are publicly stating that they love us and how attractive they find us. Yes its nice to hear such comments, and at times it can bring a smile to your face if a man you bump into in a shop comments how nice you look and then walks off, you know he was probably genuine and you will never see him again. But on Facebook you have the same individuals day in and day out posting love harts and saying they love you on your page or in a message when they don't know you at all, even offers of marriage !, are you not supposed to ask someone out, date them etc before saying you love them! If I was to post "I'm not feeling very well today think i'll stay in bed" i would get some comments like "Hope your better soon" or "Yes good idea you feel better later" and to me that's fine, I don't mind that even from someone I don't know, but it gets creepy when you get things like "If I was there then you would be in bed all day !" or even worse that I cant repeat on here that would be set to my inbox, I'm sure you women can guess what many said. So as an ending note to this social experiment I have now closed my alias account down. Many of my girlfriends have now also locked their Facebook profile and only accept friend requests from people they actually know, and they have started to clear out the ones they don't know. And yes they asked me to "verify" some of the people they have been talking to, and would you believe it that many of them are second accounts ! now there is a surprise, not. I really wanted to balance this test and compare men to women, and this may happen in a future experiment. I discussed this with a few male friends who I know are single and have open Facebook accounts and accept friend requests from women. They don't seem to suffer from the same issues us women do, they do get women adding them as friends, but no where near as many as I got (yes they are good looking guys also) very few inbox messages and a low number of comments on posts. None of them had ever received random sexually explicit images and they didn't know any other guys who had either. It was interesting to hear that they did know of other men who had a second account on Facebook. Some of the women I have spoken to over the years have told me they have a second Facebook account and their reasons for having it ranged from they wanted to check up on other girlfriends who they didn't speak to, we all know them type ! or they wanted to check up on their partners by messaging them under a different name to see if they would cheat ! well I guess some women are like that. Let me know your thoughts ? Read the full article