#chapter four vibes

[bondageundertaker]

Practice Makes Perfect

Title: Part Four – The Dangerous Kind of Want Pairing: CM Punk x Reader (F) Rating: Mature (Emotionally intense with implied physical intimacy)

Word count: ~1000 Warnings: mutual pining, deep emotional angst, spiralling aftermath of intimacy, unresolved tension, avoidance, hallway confrontation, reader vulnerability, Phil being emotionally wrecked, implied age gap, dominant/submissive undertones, heartache, longing, and tenderness with claws.

Summary: It was only meant to be practice. But eight days after your first question — and just one since he touched you like you were his — you’re both spiralling. Haunted by what it meant. Terrified of how real it feels. And when you finally collide again, it’s clear: this was never just about curiosity. It’s about the fall.

@femdisa @stacys-momxx

Part 4/5

It was supposed to be harmless.

A kiss. A question. A joke.

You were just curious — or that’s what you told yourself. That’s what you told him. That’s what you wrote on the damn piece of paper, smiling like you weren’t already halfway in love with the sound of his voice.

It wasn’t supposed to get this far. Wasn’t supposed to feel like this.

You’d only wanted to learn, remember? Some harmless practice with a man you trusted. Someone safe. Someone who said all the right things. Who never touched you without asking.

But now?

Now you flinch when his name lights up your phone. Not because you don’t want to see it — but because you do. Because you want it too much. And it’s only been eight days.

Eight days since you first asked about kissing.

Five since you kissed him like you were born for it.

One since he made you come on his fingers in a dim corridor like your body had always belonged to him.

You thought you could handle it.

You were wrong.

Because now, he’s everywhere. In your thoughts, on your lips, between your legs. You can’t breathe without thinking of how he made you feel — how he looked at you like you were both the danger and the prayer.

And that terrifies you.

Because you know how you get. You don’t just fall — you plunge. You hand people your heart before they even know they’re holding it. And with him? It’s already done.

But he’s not texting. Not calling. Not lingering near catering.

And part of you is relieved. If he’s pulling back, maybe you can too.

But the other part?

The one that’s still shaking from the way he said your name?

That part is breaking.

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It was supposed to be a favour.

Some guidance. A little advice.

You were sweet. Curious. Too fucking innocent for a world like his — and you came to him.

He should’ve said no.

Should’ve laughed it off. Told you to ask someone else. Someone who didn’t have bruised hands and a bruised heart. Someone who didn’t look at you like a balm and a wound in the same breath.

But he didn’t.

Because from the second you said “Can I ask you something?”, he knew he was already gone.

And now?

Now you haunt him.

The locker room still smells like your perfume. His hoodie still holds the memory of your fingers tugging it tighter. His mouth still aches from the taste of your kiss, like a hunger he didn’t realise he’d been starving through.

He tried to be decent. God, he tried.

Told himself it was a one-time thing. That you were just figuring yourself out. That it meant nothing.

But you whispered his name when you came.

Not Punk. Not hey you.

Phil.

And it wrecked him.

Because he knows that name — knows what it means to say it soft like that, like a confession. Knows that it doesn’t belong in a corridor, or on a checklist. It belongs in something real. Something sacred.

Something he has no business reaching for.

You’re younger. Sweeter. Better. And whatever you think this is — he knows it started as a test, a practice run.

But now?

Now he can’t stop imagining what it would feel like to be your last kiss, your first fuck, your only everything.

And it’s killing him.

Because that’s not what you asked for. You wanted help. You wanted safe.

And he gave you temptation.

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The hallway is dim, quiet — the kind of quiet that makes everything louder. The echo of your footsteps. The thrum in your chest. The sound of your breath hitching when you round the corner and see him standing there.

Phil.

Leaning against the wall like he’s trying to pretend he wasn’t waiting. Hoodie zipped up to the chin, hands in his pockets, eyes shadowed like he hasn’t slept.

You stop. So does he.

A pause.

Then— “You avoiding me?” His voice is low, not accusatory. Just… tired. Worried.

You swallow. “I didn’t know what to say.”

“That makes two of us.”

Another pause.

“I didn’t think it would go this far,” you say quietly.

He nods. “Neither did I.”

You step closer. “It was supposed to be practice.”

His jaw tightens. “Yeah.”

“Just a few questions.”

“And now I can’t stop answering them in my fucking sleep,” he mutters.

That makes you blink.

He exhales harshly, scrubs a hand down his face. “I was just trying to help. But then you kissed me like I was your favourite sin. And I let you. I wanted to. I still want to.”

Your throat tightens. “I meant it to be clinical. I wanted control.”

“I know.”

“But now…” Your voice falters. “I feel like I gave you something I didn’t know I was giving. And I can’t take it back.”

He steps in — one, two — close enough that you can feel the warmth off his body. “Don’t.”

You look up, eyes shining. “I don’t regret it. I just— I don’t know how to want something and not be consumed by it.”

His breath catches.

“Did I push you too far?” he asks softly.

“No,” you whisper. “I just need to know… that when I fall, you’ll catch me.”

Phil closes his eyes like the words hit him too hard.

When he opens them, there’s nothing but tenderness there. And devastation. And everything in between.

“You already fell,” he murmurs. “And I’ve been standing here trying to figure out how to break your fall without breaking you.”

Silence.

And then your hand finds his.

His grip is warm. Steady. Real.

“Then hold me,” you say.

And he does.

Pulls you into his chest like he’s afraid you’ll slip through his fingers again. Holds you like he’s trying to keep both of you from falling further — even though you both know it’s already too late.

[werewire-rules]

Me and Kris finna throw hands actually

[kalwithatrenchcoat]

More flowers. How about a visit to a meadow?

[morelikeravenbore]

Aurélie "How Did I End Up Here" Collins.

[enemeiyes]

So, something clicked in my head.

I would imagine that Baba Chops and Poe would be best friends, and would watch movies together since neither of them wanna go outside.

These are such sillies

Also have them individually, in case anyone wants these as pfps or just wants to see them sillies

[ruvviks]

In the fourth and final season of All That's Left, Mac and Layla and their friends are left with one final job; travel back to fallen Opportunity, the city where it all began, to gather evidence of Matrix Corp creating the virus that led to the end of the world, sabotaging cure research, and being responsible for the destruction of the megalopolis. Hunted down on two fronts, having lost dear friends along the way, and faced with hordes of nearly unkillable mutated ghouls, the group is slowly but surely starting to run out of time. One last journey, to expose the truth about Matrix and shut them down once and for all— but who will live to tell the tale? [SEASON ONE HERE] // [SEASON TWO HERE] // [SEASON THREE HERE]

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[your--isgayrights]

hm have i ever considered that people thinking my fic is abandoned is actually part of the metanarrative about the theme of the fic that includes "not forgetting about or valuing less something that is unpolished or 'half-finished' because it still can communicate full moments of genuine human existence and understanding between reader and writer" so actually I should stop being irked by 'is it unfinished' comments and just appreciate the way they nicely add onto this fully constructed and definitely deliberate quality of of metanarrative? no i have not but i am thinking that now and it is funny.

[r2y9s]

[sherlock holmes]

The floor was covered thickly with the prints of a naked foot - clear, well-defined, perfectly formed, but scarce half the size of those of an ordinary man.

'Holmes,' I said, in a whisper, 'a child has done this horrid thing.'

this is basically how it went down in The Sign Of Four right? featuring Jon bc i can

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

x

[missmorwen]

A huge thank you to the spirit of Xmas that let me write 10k+ words of smut, more than doubling my WIP. It has been a joy

[sskk-manifesto]

Next time we should just skip over ep 3 and do a chapters 84-87 reread

[fratboykate]

I think your writing is magical and heartbreaking and I know that it’s actually not real so I don’t have to be too in my feelings about it… but I actually hate BGAU Kate. And I found myself rooting for Yelena to stay with Jemma in that last update. I was like girl noooooo please don’t do it even though I fully knew the whole time they would get back together. I hope that isn’t offensive. I just like see BGKate as this fully-formed non Kate Bishop entity because she is so fleshed out by your immersive writing. And I think she is an aspect of Kate’s personality that I don’t really hone in on in other fics or canon stuff. And she is an entity that I cannot stand and who is a villain to me. But it’s still very messy and fun to read so thank you for writing it!

not offensive!!! "i see kate as this fully formed non kb entity" is unintentionally the best compliment you could've given me lol.

ive said it for the entire like...fifteen years ive been writing on here (and i coincidentally touched on it earlier with the ask about victorian au) but i don't think any of what i post on here ACTUALLY has any connection to canon. or those characters. at all. it's just a way into stories i want to tell. characters i want to explore because...would you read these same stories if it were just two random bitches called idk...marney and vanessa??? lol. using "kate" and "yelena" just eases people into a new world. and it gives me the added bonus of having images to reference.

i don't see any of these aus as LEGIT kate and yelena in any way. it's just the names i happen to type. but the names i choose to use could just as easily be "clarke and lexa" or like..."clara and eleven" or any of the other ships i love. yelena isn't a brilliant scientist. kate isn't a public defender or a single mom or a himbo. all the period aus are just me getting to write that period show i never sold in a fun low stakes way. i just write what i know will never sell as a show or movie to get it out of my system and make it accessible to a certain group of people by slapping on names they recognize and faces they can see.

another good example: in what real mcu scenario would canon yelena and that girl i chose to name her girlfriend after date? never. she just looks like dollar store kate. petite. pale. brunette. the name/face just helped you easily get to what i needed you to picture in your head/understand without me having to write ten pages of prose lol. does that make sense? lol

PLEASEEEE divorce any of them from canon. please don't feel bad that you don't see canon characters in these. you're not truly meant to :)

[fandomtrash-whataboutit]

The issue with learning to write smut is dancing around it and building up to it while not wanting to lose your motivation, so i end up writing around the scene until I’m ready to write it, so it’s sort of like I’ve written the full chapter before I’ve even gotten to the intimate scene. This isn’t about anything specific though, certainly not a four chapter sip with 24k words, 11k of which are the first completed chapter.

[pagesofkenna]

so earlier this year I got it in my head that i wanted to pick a few new anime each season to try to watch (and beforehand I'd read the original work it was based on, if applicable)

for Spring I looked through the upcoming list, pulled out a couple interesting titles, read the first couple chapters of a few manga and eliminated them from my list, and ended up with 2:

Lazarus (original series, from the makers of Cowboy Bebop)

Your Forma (originally a light novel. I dropped this after five episodes or so because it feels like its not hitting what I enjoyed about the original books, but I did enjoy the original books so I plan to keep reading them)

For Summer I've been looking at the upcoming lists and doing the same, and so far I've come up with 4:

Gachiakuta (Animated by Bones, this is giving me classic Shounen Jump hero vibes. I've read the first few chapters and I think I might try just watching it without reading more. Hero gets exiled to the pit where everyone dumps their trash, discovers he has the ability to animate discarded objects. It seems to be tackling sustainability issues with a fantasy/action hero angle and obligatory animism, and I'm very about that vibe.)

The Summer Hikaru Died (I started reading this on my lunch break and I read the first two volumes just today. Definitely reading the whole thing, and I hope the show holds up to the manga quality. A tragic horror romance, 'came back wrong' story where the thing that came back isn't the boy who disappeared in the first place. Canonically queer, grappling with the grief of a loved one's death while some Thing is pretending to be them every day.)

Nyaight of the Living Cat (I actually haven't read this one yet. Another horror, but kind of a horror parody. A pandemic is spreading, turning everyone who touches a cat into a cat. Honestly don't know what else I even need to know of course I'm going to try watching this)

Captivated. By You (This one really surprised me, and I do have manga caps in the works! Literally just a high school slice of life anthology, but the writing is so down to earth and earnest, and the art style is so unique and good! Honestly the thing I'm least looking forward to is seeing this redone in generic anime artwork, tbh, but I'll watch it nonetheless. They're doing a half-season along with another work by the same author which I've got to hunt down now, Let's Go Karaoke)

[acourtofquestions]

YRENE TOWERS YALL

I have finally made it after four books of guessing it’s her every single time any healer shows up

[elvisabutler]

“Ma’am.” He murmured as she looked over at him, her eyes widening just a hair seeing the look in his eyes. She was old enough to know that look and to have had men look at her in that certain sort of way but Elvis’s blue eyes raking over her form was something else entirely.

"You don't think I notice you? You- In what world does the woman who told you she stuck her neck out and bullied multiple executives to have you cast not notice you.” Catherine moves closer to Elvis and finds herself with her chest heaving, almost offended at the notion he’s put forth. “I- Mr. Presley- I’ve noticed you since-” His hands inadvertently tighten their grip on her arms before he shakes his head and moves them down her arms and off of them before he clenches them into fists. “Don’t-” He shuts his eyes as his hands move to her hips. “Thought I told ya not to call me Mr. Presley now, we’re friends ain’t we? Can’t have you callin’ me that.” He can’t stand to hear it, something about hearing her say his name like a title feeling so goddamn wrong.