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Unexpected Chapter 10: Questioning, Wavering, Weakening

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Chan reclined on the couch in the living room area of his suite wearing only black boxer briefs, his legs stretched out long. He was enjoying his texts with Mia. Their conversation was guiding him toward something he couldn't quite define but knew he wanted to pursue.

His lips curved into a smile thinking about how daring she was when she shared that his song turned her on. It suggested to him that she might be interested in more than just playful banter.

As he waited for her to respond to his last text about her becoming addicted to him, he chewed his lower lip, pondering over their connection. Was this just harmless fun, or was it building into something more?

Mia: Addiction implies I have no control. But I'm all about taking the reins. I like to be the boss. I like to be on top. Can you handle that?

Chan's heart skipped a beat at her boldness. It was that fire, that self-assured spark, that drew him to her. He felt a magnetic pull towards Mia, a desire to know her beyond the confines of their phones.

International Superstar Bang Chan: Then maybe it's time we stop talking about control and start talking about surrender…

Mia: Who’s surrendering to who??

International Superstar Bang Chan: That can be negotiated... Although I’d be lying if I said I didn’t have some very dirty thoughts crossing my mind just now…

Chan imagined her reactions to his words, the way her breath might quicken or her clit might twitch as she read them. His hand reached down to adjust his cock. This back and forth had started to make him hard.

Mia: Hmmm. Are you suggesting a truce then?

International Superstar Bang Chan: Only if it leads to mutually assured satisfaction. 😃

Mia: Mutually assured satisfaction... I think I can agree to those terms.

Chan decided to push a bit further. He pressed the video button to call her. He wanted to see her.

Mia’s image came up on his screen. She was lying on her bed wearing a black satin cap with some of her curls trying to escape and a white tank top with no bra. His eyes lingered for a few seconds on her nipples poking through the thin fabric. He glanced down at his lap, where his erection was now tenting his boxer briefs. She was driving him crazy.

“Hi,” she said, a small smile playing on her lips. “This is unexpected.”

“Hi,” Chan replied. “I was thinking about our texts and thought it would be nice to actually see your reactions to what I’m saying.” He winked playfully.

Mia’s cheeks flushed lightly, as she stammered, “Oh, um… I… Well here I am.” She tried to run her fingers through her hair, but realized she was wearing the cap. “Oh wow,” she said as she pulled it off her head and tossed it to the side, her curls tumbling down. “That’s not really for public viewing!” She laughed at herself as she fluffed her hair.

Chan chuckled. “Don’t worry about it,” Chan reassured her, his voice low and sultry. “I’m enjoying what I’m seeing.” He licked his lips slowly.

“You are very bold, sir, you know that?” she asked as she turned to lie on her side.

“I think you like it.” He smirked.

“I kinda do.” Her eyes twinkled as she smiled back.

Chan’s grin widened at the prospect of her liking him just as much as he liked her.

“So, I have a question,” she asked, her voice dropping low.

“Yeah?”

“The other night, at your party,” Mia said. Chan raised an eyebrow interested to know where this was going. She continued, “I know I said I wasn’t going to ask, but I’m curious. What bad things were you up to? What were these ‘bad decisions’?”

Chan laughed and rubbed his face with his free hand, then covered his eyes.. “Oh man!”

“That bad, huh?” She grinned.

“Not really. Just a bit embarrassing.” He peaked at her from behind his fingers.

“Do tell,” she urged.

“Okay. When you messaged me, I was in the middle of, um…” He sucked air in through his teeth and dropped his hand from his face before continuing, “I was getting a blow job.”

“Oh really!” Mia said looking more amused than Chan expected her to.

He nodded.

“Why would that be embarrassing?” she asked with a grin.

“I had way too much to drink and I couldn’t really get it up, you know.” He let out a laugh as Mia made a ‘poor baby’ face. “But then I saw your text and schwing!” He lowered his voice and added, “I started to picture your lips around my cock and that did the trick.” His hand instinctively reached for his dick as he recalled the moment, giving it a light rub to calm it down.

Both of Mia’s eyebrows shot up in surprise.

“Sorry if that was out of line,” he added quickly.

They sat in silence for a moment staring at each other through their phones. Then Mia said, “No need to apologize. Just glad I could help sort that out for you.” She giggled. “What happened after that?” she playfully asked.

“I kicked her out so that I could message you back, and then I went to sleep,” he confessed.

“Such a gentleman,” she teased, grinning.

“Only sometimes. Most of the time I’m led by my dick, and it often gets me in trouble.” He shakes his head.

“Not with me though…” Mia said, her tone playful, yet seductive.

Chan let out a deep sigh. “If you only knew…”

“Knew what?” Mia pried, curiosity getting the best of her.

“Knew what you do to me.” Chan held up his phone wide and angled it downward past his sculpted chest and chiseled abs to his hip area, revealing the outline of his erection. A small smirk played at the corners of his lips as he watched Mia’s eyes widen again as she took him in. She bit her lip, unable to tear her gaze away from the tantalizing sight before her. The action caused Chan’s own body to react even more strongly. “I’ve been nursing this bad boy ever since you made that ‘wet’ comment,” he admitted huskily.

“Oh… my,” Mia whispered, her voice soft and breathy as she held her gaze steady on the view before her. “I definitely wasn’t expecting that.” She brought her hand to her neck and slowly brushed it down her throat and rested it on her chest. Chan brought the phone back up to his face to get a closer look at her. “Too bad I can’t help with that….”

Chan was so caught off guard by her response that he started to laugh loudly. Mia quickly joined in.

“Sorry, when I see a beautiful man with an erect penis in my face, I just want to provide all the support I can…” Chan watched as she curled up into a ball, unable to control her laughter.

“I can’t with you,” Chan chuckled. “How can you be so sexy and so ridiculous at the same time?”

“It’s a skill!” she replied. She brushed her curls out of her face as she turned onto her back. “So… you think I'm sexy, huh?”

He nodded slowly. “I think you know you’re sexy, Mia.” Mia smiled softly, as they both got quiet. One of her tank top straps had slid down her arm, revealing her bare shoulder and just a hint of the top of her breast. Chan couldn’t tear his eyes away from her smooth, golden-brown skin.

“I… really like you,” she said softly, snapping him out of his daze. ”Maybe a little too much.”

He raised his eyes to hers. “Me too.” Chan took a deep breath to summon the courage he needed. "I was wondering... Would you want to go out with me? Like, on a real date?" He couldn’t remember the last time he’d asked someone on a date. Definitely pre-debut. He was so nervous.

The question hung in the air. Maybe Chan had miscalculated.

"Okay," she finally said, her voice a mix of trepidation and excitement. "Yes, let's do it."

"Great! How about tomorrow night? There's this rooftop place I’ve heard is nice..."

"Sounds perfect," Mia replied, a smile easing across her lips.

****

As Jack, Chan’s bodyguard, parked the SUV, Chan caught a glimpse of Mia standing on the sidewalk. She was wearing a tailored, black mini dress hugging all her curves. The dress matched the fitted black slacks and black buttoned-down shirt Chan had on.

“I’ll go check in with the manager and make sure they made the arrangements I asked for,” Jack said, his Australian accent very similar to Chan’s. He handed Chan a white envelope. “Don’t forget to have her sign this.”

“Yup! Nothing more romantic than asking your date to sign an NDA,” Chan joked as he accepted the envelope.

“You’ve never had a problem with it before, Chris.” Jack looked at Chan with his typical deadpan face.

“Well, I wasn’t trying to have a relationship with any of the others before, Jack.” Chan responded, matching his tone. Chan usually wasn’t so flippant with staff, but Jack had been part of his team for the last five years. He was more than his bodyguard; he was also a trusted friend. Given they were both from Sydney and only a couple years apart in age, they had a lot in common. And Chan knew he could count on Jack to always be upfront and blunt with him.

“Regardless of the intentions, you know the rules. And it’s my job to be sure you’re protected.” Jack clapped him on the shoulder before opening the car door.

“Yeah, yeah.” Chan jumped out and walked towards Mia.

The cool evening breeze carried the buzz of conversations and the clinking of glasses from inside the restaurant.

“Hey you,” Chan said to Mia as he slipped his hand around her waist.

Mia turned around, her dark red lips curled up into a smile. “Hi.” She kissed him on the cheek as she wrapped her arms around his neck for a hug. Chan breathed in her scent and squeezed her tight.

“You look great,” he said when they broke their embrace. “Jack’s just checking things out inside. They should be able to take us up in a second.

“Jack, your very large shadow?” she asked.

He chuckled, “Yeah.”

“Is he also joining us for dinner?” She smiled.

“No. He’s just dropping me off.” Chan grabbed her hand. “I’ve missed you.” He pulled her in for another hug.

She rested her head on his shoulder. “You smell good,” she whispered.

"Good evening," the host greeted them with a practiced smile. They broke apart, but Chan kept hold of Mia’s hand. “We’re ready for you.” He led them in. Mia and Chan followed behind. Chan’s attention was all on Mia; no one else in the crowded restaurant mattered.

The host led them to the roof. "Here we are," the host announced, gesturing to a secluded table with an impeccable view of the skyline.

"Thank you," Chan said, pulling out a chair for Mia. She took a seat, smoothing down the fabric of her dress, while Chan settled in the chair on the right edge of the table. The city lights winked beneath them.

"Beautiful place," Mia commented.

"It really is,” Chan replied, his gaze holding hers. “Um, before I forget.” He fished the envelope out of his pocket and slid it over to her. “I need you to sign this. Jack has been on my ass about it.”

“Sign? What is it?” She opened the envelope and took a peek inside.

“NDA. Company rule.”

“Ah. To keep me from spreading all the secrets you’ve been sharing.” She grinned at him.

“Exactly. No one else needs to know about my poster kissing escapades!”

“Ha! I’ll have my lawyer look at it and get back to you.” She slipped the envelope into her purse.

Chan watched as Mia's fingers tapped rhythmically on the white linen tablecloth, her gaze drifting over the glittering cityscape. The soft ambient light from the sconces bathed their table in warmth. She turned her attention back to Chan.

“What are you thinking?” he asked.

Mia glanced down at the menu, its pages filled with an array of dishes.

"How about we order a bunch of these small plates?" she suggested, tapping a painted fingernail against the menu. "We can share and sample a little bit of everything. It'll be fun, like a journey for our taste buds."

"Perfect idea," Chan agreed, his smile genuine and encouraging. "Nothing spicy though!" Mia laughed at him.

They pointed out their chosen dishes to each other—pan-seared scallops, crispy calamari, a gourmet cheese platter, and more.

Sitting on Mia’s right, Chan studied her profile as she spoke, the way her eyes lit up when something piqued her interest, the expressive gestures of her hands. He was captivated by her confidence, her spark.

"Let's not forget dessert," he added. "There should always be room for something sweet."

"Agreed. You're talking to someone who believes chocolate is its own food group," Mia confessed with a playful grin.

"Then it's settled. We'll end on a chocolate note," Chan declared, as if sealing a pact between them.

As they set the menu aside, waiting for the waiter to return, the anticipation of the meal became secondary to the growing closeness between them. Chan's foot brushed accidentally against Mia's under the table, a fleeting touch that sent ripples through the calm facade each maintained.

"Sorry," he murmured, though the brief contact lingered like an unspoken promise.

"Nothing to apologize for," Mia replied. His heart skipped a beat as she met his gaze.

The waiter arrived and took their order.

“So,” Mia started. “Tell me about your last relationship.”

“Oh, we’re going there? What happened to small talk?” Chan grinned.

“We’ve had small talk,” Mia replied. “Time for real talk. So spill.” Chan liked her lack of pretense.

Chan leaned back in his chair, taking a moment to gather his thoughts. "My last relationship was... complicated. We started off strong. We’d known each other for years because we were both trainees at the company. Started off as friends and developed a romance. We were young and in love, so it was intense and passionate. But as time went on, things started to change. She debuted and leaned in really hard to the whole ‘available idol’ thing that the company pushes, and she started to pull away. And as her group started getting big, SKZ was getting ready to debut. We both got super busy and caught up in our careers and we drifted apart.” He took a sip of his water. “I always say that it was a mutual decision to end things, but it wasn’t. I was willing to figure it out, figure out what worked for us. But she was over it. Too into being a star. She broke my heart, and it was painful. I haven’t really been in a relationship since then. I just preferred to focus on easy, on having fun. I realized that if I were to get into another relationship, I need someone who can support me. Someone who's there through the highs and lows, and the uncertainty. And also willing to figure shit out when it gets complicated.”

“That sounds tough. Is this how you got into your fuck boy Bang Chan era?”

Chan chuckled. “Yeah, that was the catalyst for sure. I was a choir boy before that.”

“Somehow I doubt that!” Mia laughed and Chan joined her. Well not quite a choir boy, but Mia didn’t need to hear about all that. At least not right now.

“How about you? Who was the dumbass that let you go?” Chan asked instead.

Mia chuckled bitterly. “He’s a charming guy, very good-looking, and a lawyer. We were together for over 6 years and I thought we had a pretty solid foundation since we’d been friends for a long time before that, although we wanted slightly different things. I didn’t want kids, he did. I wanted to settle down and get married, he thought it was too soon. But we worked, at least in the beginning. He was also generally a shit person, but I looked past all of that because he’s a love bomber, and it took me a while to see through the dysfunction. And then I found out he was cheating and had been cheating for most of our relationship. When I confronted him about it, he lied to my face. I believed him the first time, but then it happened again and again. I couldn’t take the lies followed by the empty apologies and his claims of loving only me, only to repeat the bad behavior. So, I left. That was 2 years ago.”

“I’m so sorry Mia,” Chan said as he reached over and took her hand. “And how did he take that?”

“He thought I would get over it. He still thinks that. And my sister loves him, so she’s always trying to push us back together.” Mia sighed. “And it probably doesn’t help that we still fuck on occasion.”

“Oh yeah? When was the last time?” Chan hoped she hadn’t heard the jealousy in his voice.

“Probably about 2 weeks ago.” Chan noted how nonchalant her reply was. “But when I left his place this last time, I kind of swore off men.”

“Really?”

“Yup. I didn’t want to deal with any of you anymore. I made a commitment to my vibrator.” She laughed.

Chan smirked at her joke, then looked at Mia warmly. “It can be hard to begin a new relationship after being hurt. It leaves scars that sometimes make us hesitate to jump in again.”

"Scars can be reminders," Mia said quietly, "reminders of what we've survived. I've learned so much about myself from past loves, from the failures. They taught me strength, but also caution."

"Caution isn't a bad thing," Chan conceded. "It means you're learning, growing. It doesn't get easier, but maybe we get better at navigating the pain."

"Maybe." Mia's fingers traced the edge of her napkin, a barrier against the swell of memories. "But sometimes, it feels like one heartbreak could be the one too many, you know?"

Chan nods quietly.

"Chan, there's something else," Mia began, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm done with defining myself through relationships. I just need to be ‘me’.” Chan nodded again. “And there's the age difference between us, society's expectations..."

"Age is just a number," Chan interjected gently. "What matters is how we feel, not what others think."

"Still, it's intimidating," Mia confessed, her vulnerability laid bare between them. "To start over, to risk judgment, to embrace something that might defy norms."

"Then let's not define it," Chan suggested, his voice steady. "Let's just be two people who enjoy each other's company, and see where it leads. No pressure, no labels."

"Can it really be that simple?" Mia pondered aloud, the idea both terrifying and freeing.

"Only one way to find out." Chan's smile was an invitation, a challenge soothing her worries.

Their conversation shifted to lighter topics, then eventually turned to the difficulties of fame.

"Sometimes," Chan began, his voice a soothing timbre in the cool night air, "the spotlight can feel like a cage. Fans... they mean well, but they can hold on too tightly." He paused, searching for understanding in Mia's expressive eyes. "It's not always easy balancing who you are with who the world wants you to be."

Mia nodded, the weight of his words sinking in. She'd seen enough headlines to imagine the fervor of K-pop fandoms and the scrutiny public figures like Chan faced. "It must be suffocating at times," she said softly, empathy warming her tone.

"It can be," he admitted, his hands coming together in a thoughtful gesture. "But then there are moments like this—real, honest connections that make it worthwhile. It's about finding someone who sees beyond the persona."

A smile danced on Chan's lips, and he leaned forward, closing the distance between them. His gaze flickered to her lips and back to her eyes.

"I see," Mia whispered back, aware of the growing intimacy as the space between them hummed with potential.

Their candid exchange was gently interrupted by the waiter's approach. He set several steaming plates and bowls on their table.

Chan leaned back in his chair, the soft glow of string lights above casting a warm halo around Mia. She seemed to shimmer against the backdrop of the city skyline.

Mia reached out to the center of the table, her fingers grazing the warm porcelain of one of the shared plates, her other hand tucked under her chin as she watched Chan's reaction to his first bite. The rooftop restaurant buzzed with the muted conversations of other diners, but their table felt like an island in a sea of ambient noise.

"Wow," Chan exclaimed after sampling the delicate ceviche, "this is phenomenal."

"Right?" Mia said, her lips curving up at his evident pleasure. She took her own bite, the flavors bursting on her tongue in a symphony of citrus and salt. She caught his eye, and they shared a smile that seemed to acknowledge the subtle shift between them—a shared experience made sweeter by mutual enjoyment.

"Try this one," Chan suggested, using his fork to feed her.

"Thank you," she murmured before she wrapped her lips around the fork. Chan held his breath at the sight as he slowly pulled the fork back. His gaze lingered on her lips as she chewed. He wished those lips were wrapped around something else…

He forced himself to return his gaze to her eyes. "Tell me,” he began, his voice low and inviting, "what's a dream you've harbored, something that's yours alone?"

Mia paused, her fingers tracing the rim of her water glass. "I've always wanted to write," she confessed, her gaze lifting to meet his. "Not just reports or articles, but a novel, something that speaks of the human condition, our struggles, joys... life."

"Ah," Chan said. "To create worlds with words, that's a beautiful aspiration." He took a bite of an empanada.

"Your turn," she said, tucking that rebellious curl behind her ear. "What's one thing you dream about that the world doesn't already know about Bang Chan?"

He hesitated, running his fingers through his hair—his tell when he tread into deeper waters of thought. "I want to build a place,” he started, “a space where kids can come to find their voice through music, without fear or restriction. A sanctuary for creativity, irrespective of their backgrounds."

"Chan, that's..." Mia's voice trailed off, her admiration evident. "That's incredible."

Their eyes held each other's gazes, lingering longer than necessary. The air between them felt charged, heavy with unsaid words and unexplored emotions.

"Beyond the dreams," Mia ventured, her eyes squinting with interest, "what makes Bang Chan happy? Not the idol, not the performer, but you, the man behind all the fame."

"That’s Chris,” he corrected her, “Not Bang Chan. Call me Chris.”

“Okay, what makes Chris happy?” He appreciated the way she made the correction so effortlessly. She wasn’t taken aback or offended like others tended to be when he asked them to make the distinction between the real him and the version of him he needed to be as an idol.

“Simple things," he replied, his thumb grazing her hand gently. "Sunsets after a long day. The sounds of waves crashing on a beach. The quiet moments before the storm of performance hits. And..." His eyes searched hers, "conversations like this, with someone who sees beyond the facade."

Mia's breath caught in her throat at the sincerity in his voice. "For me, it’s laughter, the kind that comes from deep within, shared with people who mean the world to me. And these days," she added, her courage bolstered by the honesty in his eyes, "it's finding beauty in unexpected places—like a rooftop restaurant with an intriguing man with a cute accent." Chan blushed a little.

Their meal continued, punctuated by laughter and shared secrets. With each story, each glance, the air between them crackled with the promise of something more. As the plates emptied and the city lights twinkled below, Mia and Chan found themselves leaning in, drawn by the magnetic force of their proximity.

"Your laugh," Chan said quietly, his hand reaching across the table to cover hers, "I think it's my new favorite sound."

Chan's gaze lingered on Mia's lips, his heart drumming a rapid rhythm against his ribs. The cityscape stretched out before them was breathtaking, yet it paled in comparison to the gorgeous woman sitting across from him. As if pulled by an invisible thread, Chan noticed her inching closer.

"Chris," she whispered, her voice barely rising above the gentle hum of the bustling restaurant around them.

He leaned in, his eyes searching hers for any sign of hesitation. Finding none, he closed the gap, capturing her lips with his own. It was a kiss that spoke of pent-up longing and whispered promises—a confluence of all their shared moments thus far.

For Chan, the kiss was a revelation. Mia's lips were soft, yielding beneath his, and her subtle sigh was like music to his ears. She tasted of the wine they'd shared and something uniquely her—bold and intoxicating. His hand found its way to the nape of her neck, fingers threading through her curls as he deepened the kiss. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d kissed someone, much less like this – so passionately.

As they parted, breaths intermingling in the cool night air, Chan's mind raced. This was what he'd wanted, wasn't it? To feel alive, desired, connected? He hoped she felt the same.

“Wow….” Mia whispered.

Chan grinned. "I didn't quite catch that," he quipped, a hint of mischief in his voice.

Mia couldn't suppress the laugh that bubbled up within her. She leaned into him slightly, a sense of ease and comfort settling around them like a warm blanket.

"I think it was something like 'unbelievable' or 'mind-blowing'," she said, her eyes locked with his.

Chan chuckled, his hand still gently resting on her neck. "Well, I'm glad I could be those things for you," he said, his voice low and sultry. Without hesitation he pulled her back in for another kiss, his tongue pushing its way into her mouth, eagerly tasting and exploring.

He broke away from her lips. "Isn't it amazing?" he whispered, his breath warm against her cheek. "To find someone who makes your heart race, your soul sing, and your body crave more." His free hand reached out to touch hers and they gently intertwined their fingers.

Mia's eyes locked onto Chan's. “You and your words…” The city below seemed to disappear, replaced by only the two of them and the intoxicating connection between them. "I think I must be crazy," she confessed, her voice barely audible above the low hum of the bustling city. "But I can't deny the way you make me feel."

Chan's grin widened, a sparkle in his eyes that spoke volumes. "And I can't deny it either." He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear as his hand slid down slowly from her neck, over her breast, down her side and hip, and coming to rest on her thigh. "I want this. I want you, Mia Sharpe. Let me have you," he whispered. He pressed a kiss into his neck and squeezed the flesh on her thigh. He wanted her so badly, his stomach ached.

Mia sighed softly at Chan’s touch. “Chris,” Mia began, her voice soft. “Whatever this is, we need to take the time to build it. I’m not looking to rush into anything right now, despite how much I like you.”

He searched her face, his brow creased as he thought about her words. "Slow is okay," he assured her, his voice low and earnest. "I want you, Mia. But only at a pace you're comfortable with."

Chan's heart felt like it was about to leap out of his chest. He couldn’t remember the last time he ‘took it slow’ with a woman. It was hard to take it slow when all he ever wanted to do was fuck and nothing else. But for her, he was willing to do anything, and he wasn’t quite sure why.

He watched Mia, her eyes reflecting a sky full of stars and a vulnerability he was sure she so rarely showed. His fingers were still tangled with hers, warmth spreading at the point of contact as if her touch was the only thing keeping him grounded.

"Thank you," she sighed, her shoulders relaxing slightly—a silent acknowledgment of his understanding.

"Hey," Chan said, leaning closer so that their foreheads nearly touched, "as long as I get to see you, spend time with you, talk to you, I’m good. I’m here for the next few months and we can see what develops."

“Sounds perfect,” Mia replied back.

A/N: Song: Want Artist: Disturbed

[lonespektr]

SEPTEMBER 7TH HORROR WATCH

Sell your haunted house (2021)

I have literally never heard of this

It's right up my alley and I am just literally now seeing it

Unsure of the tone, urban horror but like more action comedy or they being serious

Lovely credits

Ok derelict hospital ✅

Ha ha fake skeletons every where because obvs it's a hospital

Oh she's on the attack!!!

She really chasing him down she doing then one by one

Nail gun that fires?????

Dunno what she shootin but it's giving barrier

She got them little hair things the OG's have but she rockin modern Constantine all blk exorcist vibes

A TRAP

Oh the dude is the vessel

How feminist

There's horror shows you can count on one hand where the guy gets possessed - on purpose

It's always the women's job to be invaded bodily spiritually

1000pts for that alone

But that does appear to be the play

The guy is warded they deliberately trap the entity in with him, he drops the ward (dramatically lol bruh u buy a new necklace every time???)

Juz slide it off 🤣🤣

And allows himself to get possessed then she physically fights possessed him

And stabss him with dome kinda spirit evac epi pen

Legit realators

Do they have a license?? 😂

Specifically advertise as their job that's what they do

New job

Customer lying through they teeth

Hmm okay need confirmation of identity of the ghosty that sounds difficult AF

How would people know who they ghost is??

Who this man?

He lying yoo

Lol whut?

What's with the color on his suit

English?

She supposed to be a loser she got a house watching daytime tv who paying rent?

Lol ghost said u got too many shoes already

🤣🤣🤣🤣 IT'S HER MOM

Why does she look messed up??

Oh that's right she did inhale some parts of the ghosty residual crap

Do they train these women to throw shit jabs

All men

Fucckin lol they finding people who don't even know they are mediums 🤣🤣

They google they tracking him what kinda interview took place 🤣🤣

Virgins

CEO

Salt

They can all see

Literal mattress behind you playa

Annd hes down

Not ROLLIN HIM OVER

this is mad cute

Sure screaming

No candidates

I think this guy is whoopi

But maybe he targets bad people

He said naw i don't 🤣🤣🤣

Car chase

She said these virgins are WEAK

Mom stuck

I thought they were just codependent

Mom is/was in the industry

She can't hear her

She just sittin there moody??

Possible murder mystery past older bro but suicide is high

Those two have good chemistry

Lol he said mosquito

How are they doing that remotely

Lol who cast these extras??

Lots of B and E's

He can't see

He doesn't know he's whoopi

Money bottom line

Dead plants and stacked mail

Common enemy

Moms got juice

He wasn't even listening

Those prayer strips!

That's what's in the gun

New one every time 😂

Still has the current event of the week

Great first episode 😃😄😃

[pavi-kinnie]

sometimes i think that i should stop bullshitting my assignments and not do them the morning they're due and save me the trouble, but then something always happens that keeps me on my path of bullshitting.

like today. wrote an assignment that was literally due today for my creative writing class four hours before it was due and my professor liked it so much she asked for me to read it out loud 😃

being an english major is just really good at bullshitting and lying through your teeth, lemme tell ya

[astrhoeluvr]

Astrhoe Observations Pt.4 🫂🥰🫶🏻

(HAPPY SAG SEASON AND ALSO HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME😘🫶🏻, I’m back with another one for y’all)

Back to 👉🏻 my materialist 👁️🫦👁️.

a lil disclaimer : these are just my personal observations, so don’t take any of them to heart🥳.Some could be applicable to you and some would differ, so take all of them with a grain of salt OKIE! enough of me blabbing let’s get on with it🫶🏻🥰

👨‍👩‍👧‍👦: The house where your mercury sits in could indicate where your sibling played the most crucial/impactful role in your life.

Eg. Mercury in the 7th house could mean meeting your future spouse with the help of your sibling💍💖, Mercury in the 10th house could indicate working with your sibling or maybe your sibling could have some sort of influence over your career!💼✍🏻📑

🤪🥳: Mutable mercury’s and using a shit ton of emojis 🥰😍🤩😈😘🥲🤪👀🌺💴🤑😍 (esp Pisces, Gemini and Sagitiddies😘🫶🏻, Virgo’s are more of the :) , :0, ,-_- kinda emojis yk? Are these even emojis 😭? Or emoticons? Wtv y’all wanna call it🤷🏻‍♀️) fire mercury’s could also fall under this category 🔥💅🏻!

🥵😩: If you have someone’s Mars in your first house, you’d just wanna get it on w them yk😳🫵🏻 *aggressive lip bite* 🫦👀🔥! The physical attraction is palpable😈😵 pshh this is not always a good thing tho😃🙂🤺 but nevertheless a VERY spicy placement🌶️🥵.

☕️😴: I’ve seen a lot of Mutable/Leo and Aquarius placements addicted to caffeine 🤨🤨🧐? Y’all just don’t wanna fall asleep at an appropriate time huh??? YES, I SEE YOU 🫵🏻🧐 IT’s okay you can complete that assignment LATER 📝✍🏻or watch the last episode of a Netflix show the next day!📺💃!! GET SOME SLEEP luvs😴💤

🤥❌: One thing for sure is Y’ALL 👏🏻 CANNOT 👏🏻 LIE 👏🏻 TO 👏🏻 A 👏🏻 MERCURY 👏🏻 IN 👏🏻 SCORPIO 👏🏻 INDIVIDUAL 👏🏻. Even if you try lying straight through your teeth with the utmost of confidence they’d be like “HMMM SOMETHING DOES NOT ADD UP🕵🏻, SEEMS VERY FISHY TO ME🐠🤺” , would definitely look at you like this: 🤨🤨🤨 and will surely find out what sneaky business y’all are up to.👀🧐

📸😀: Okay mercury/neptune/mars - uranus aspects, lemme see your search history real quick📸👀🤨 y’all probably be searching up the most kinkiest/concerning shit😀. My friend has one of these placements and the first thing on his search history was “how do we steal a baby?” And “are polar bears multicoloured?” LIKE BABY WHAT? 😭😭😭😭😀🤺🤺 JAIL. RN.

🥗🍜: Venus- Uranus placements could have a very wide palate when it comes to trying out new dishes🍟🌮🍱🍝🥮🍫🍬🍪. They’re the typa people who are always down to try various cuisines👩🏻‍🍳🍛.

👯‍♀️😘: Venus in the 11th house culture is looking at your homie and saying “I might just kiss you rn” as a joke😏😏and they’d be like “haha bet😏👀”, and BOOM y’all are making out the next minute😭😈. Venus in the 11th 🤝🏻 flirting with their friends as a joke..unless??😏👯‍♀️😍👀.

🤑🛍️: Libra/Leo/Taurus/Cancer placements 🤝🏻 retail therapy 🛒🏬🎁💐👙👗.

🦷😬: Capricorn placements 🤝🏻 having issues with their teeth. Capricorn placements are most likely prone to sensitivity in their teeth or any tooth related problem!! Y’ALL PLEASE BE CAREFUL WHILE EATING ICE CREAM /ANY COLD FOODS OKAY🍦🫶🏻, ik sometimes you just wanna maybe TRY biting into an ice cream but for heavens sake do not let your intrusive thoughts win bwhahaha😀😭. Make sure to get your daily dental checkups y’all, this is not just for cappy placements!! but everyone 😗🥰🫂😁!

Okay that’s all for today luvs🥰🫶🏻

(Please do not copy or plagiarise any of my work <33)

- san✨🍵🪴📖🧘🏻‍♀️

[shingia]

hii again🤠 can you do anagapesis : the feeling of not loving someone or something once loved + kageyama where he stops loving the reader😖 ty💕

anagapesis

↳ kageyama x reader | angst | word count : 1.2K

↳ hiii there! i see you woke up and chose pain 😃 i loved writing this tho, i’ll most definitely read it when i’ll have my heart broken for the first time 🥳

↳ here’s something i recommend listening to if you really want your soul to be crushed :)

kageyama felt numb, and was used to it.

waking up next to you, hugging you, kissing you… everything that used to light a spark inside of him had slowly faded into an inescapable void, and he had no choice but to let it die. there was nothing where there used to be so much. he had stopped caring and inexorably stopped loving.

black hair, dark blue eyes, pointed chin. every feature of the boy standing in front of you corresponded to the one you loved so dearly. but that was not him anymore. because the boy you loved used to love you back.

“i’m sorry”. how could these two words mark the end of fourteen months so easily ?

the answer was simple: they didn’t. because deep down you knew it had already been over for weeks. when you noticed that his embrace became stiffer, that his lips against yours felt dull for the first time, and that his eyes started to lie.

“since when ?” you asked, freeing your bottom lip from your teeth that were digging in the flesh, “since when are you lying ?”

maybe it had been more than weeks. months? or maybe he had always lied? yet at that moment, while ironically standing outside the café where your first date had taken place, his gaze had never seemed so honest.

kageyama knew he was the bad guy, he had spent many sleepless nights crushed by this thought. you deserved an answer, but how could he give you one when there simply wasn’t ? he did not know when the lies had started, but he knew that they were ending today.

“ANSWER ME !” you yelled, furiously punching his shoulders.

he grabbed your wrists as the lump in his throat began to throb painfully. his grip was shaky, but not as shaky as your hands who desperately needed something to hold on to.

“sorry…” he let out quickly enough not to let any tear stream down his face.

“stop fucking apologizing !” you begged him, refusing to look at his face because you knew it’d make the pain ten times sharper - if that was even possible.

your mind felt like a foreign place. hate and love did not mix well in there, yet neither one could get the upper hand. they were equal for the first time.

your vision was getting blurry as kageyama released both of your wrists. you thought he was going to leave. nothing was holding him back anymore, what had to be done was done.

but he stayed. he stayed and finally gave you what you wanted: an answer

“you think i wanted that ?” he told you with a voice in which anger and sadness mingled together. “you think i liked feeling like an impostor every time i woke up next to you? every time you held my hand? every time people talked about you? you’re not the only one i’m disappointing…”

and that’s when a crack went through your heart. a drop of blood spread on your tongue from biting your bottom lip, leaving a metallic taste in your mouth.

kageyama’s breath was heavy, and for a moment you wondered if it was from holding back tears. slowly but surely, you felt your anger aim for something other than him, something invisible that some people called fate, others destiny.

“i’ve never wanted to see you unhappy… i just thought you’d feel the the same about me” you articulated between your sobs.

kageyama was hurt, and you loved him enough to know it was true. but how could you not be mad at him? how could you not be bitter? because of him, your entire body felt stiff from the throes of heartache. no… not heartache. heartbreak.

“this isn’t right. you’re not even fighting for us” you kept speaking, hopelessly trying to make him say something, anything that would ease your pain.

but kageyama remained silent, scanning every inch of your face like it was the last time, simply because he thought nothing would ever bring you back to earth. 

there were a thousand words he wanted to tell you. he wanted you to know that he had not planned on getting tired of the way you giggled at his awkwardness, of your soft hands holding his warm and sweaty ones after practice, of the way his senses were overwhelmed by each and every one of your kisses.

“are you… are you dating someone else ?” you asked in a whisper.

your heart beat faster as these words got out of your mouth. you had noticed his feelings slowly disappearing, but it had never crossed your mind that there might have been someone else. and just the thought of that was enough to make you want to throw up.

“no” he answered right away. “there’s not, i promise you”

your jaw clenched. did promises still matter? words were just words after all. and if he had been able to say « i love you » without meaning it, he could easily lie about everything else.

but little did you know that kageyama would have preferred that there had been someone else. and the explanation for that was really simple.

if he had cheated, then everybody would have blamed him for being an asshole. even he would have blamed himself for that. but no, his only fault in breaking up with you was to be human, someone who didn’t have control of his emotions.

he knew he owed you a reason, he wanted to give you one, but there just wasn’t one - apart being human.

the salty tears on your cheeks started to dry, and you took that as a sign that it was now time for goodbyes. final goodbyes. these were the hardest words you had ever had to pronounce. sure, « words were just words », but you were saying goodbye to so much more than him.

goodbye to the confidence he had built in you, goodbye to the tingly feeling in your stomach when you woke up, goodbye to knowing that someone was there for you no matter what. goodbye to your first love and everything that it implied.

kageyama knew what he was doing, he knew it was the right thing to do, for both him and you. yet he still felt the urge to wrap you in his arms one last time before letting you go.

but he didn’t. he stayed still, a single tear rolling down his cheek as he watched you walk away out of his reach, and eventually disappear at the corner of the street. the exact same way the spark inside of him had disappeared.

everything had come full circle.

the memories would last, but he knew they’d be nothing more than reminders of your luckless romance, ruins of the sturdy monument that your love once was. he knew you’d be loved again, but the crack in your heart would forever be his.