#THE MEETING AUDIO AND DESSERT AUDIOS THOUGH
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Caelumâs introduction audio
Caelumâs playlist/The Freelancer series
Gavin <33333
What was the first redacted video you listened to?
First Redacted Playlist you listened to?
Aaand whoâs your favourite?
I just wanna see if Iâm right about something lmao
#redacted audio#NO BECAUSE OSJVJSNVJS#so basically#i stumbled upon a tiktok#with a caelum audio#and when he said 'interdimensional is a really big word'#i was like THIS ONE I WANT HIM#WHO IS THIS CUTE WHOLESOME BOI#and so i looked him up on yt#and boom#mind blown#then i just listened to the freelancer series when i heard the caelum reverse comfort audio#and then the one after that where he talks about the rest of the damn crew#then i was like 'you know what i'm already in this deep what's a little more?'#so boom fl playlist#when i first heard gavin i did not like him#me and arrogance don't mix#also i am asexual so i didn't get any appeal at first#THE MEETING AUDIO AND DESSERT AUDIOS THOUGH#UGHHHH#then to top it all off that comfort audio where fl reveals everything that's happened to them#HE'S SO GENTLE AND SWEET#LIKE DSJJSNVJS#i fell in love with this man#freelancer and me are also the same person#i do the same shit fl does in audios#so like- dsjcdsnc#i love them both so much
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Fluff + Slight Angst | Gojo x GN!Reader Kikufuku
SUMMARY Going to get food everyday with Gojo bc he loves trying new places and he used to do it sm with Geto and Shoko ):
CONTENT Mostly fluff, some angst, gender neutral reader, implied crush, lots of mentions of food, ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+
AUTHOUR NOTES GUESS WHO'S BACK FROM ROTTING DURING EXAMSSSSSS TAKE THIS DRAFT I FINISHED WHILE I WORK ON MY REQUESTS HEHEHEHEHEHE I WILL BE POSTING ALL MY STUFF SLOWLY MEHEEHEHHE Note that I canât remember where I got this idea from (it's been sitting in a document for months and I only just got around to it) but I might've read it from somewhere (maybe a tiktok?) please lmk so I can give credit if this is the case!
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Satoru is your typical happy go lucky guy on the outside. Heâs always walking around as if thereâs not a single thought running through his mind. Heâll buy his favorite mochi while all the passersby swoon at his handsome self. You met the man not more than a few months ago when you joined Jujutsu High as a fellow staff member and youâve gotten quite close. Heâd always ask you if you wanted to get food after work and most of the time you'd say yes. But, for the first few weeks, sometimes youâd be busy or not feeling up to going out to dinner with your co-worker you just met. That quickly changed though.
Satoru gets quite lonely when you arenât there with him and you've noticed after getting to know him. He's not anything he shows on the outside. Heâs alone. Heâs suffering. But heâs still so sweet. A month or 2 after meeting him, youâve made it a mission to always get food with him even if youâre busy. If itâs not in person, youâre at the very least video or audio calling him so he can show you the food and talk to you while you both eat. Gojo loves trying new places because it feels refreshing. It makes him feel young again and you support it because you know his youth was robbed from him. You know that he used to get food everyday with Suguru and Shoko because he told you about it. You know he misses them by the way he talks about it and he knows you know. But, ignorance is bliss right? You're both just trying to live ignorantly happily while simultaneously healing from your respective pasts. What else could you really do?
Yesterday was takoyaki and Thai milk tea for dessert. Today was coconut curry and ice cream filled taiyaki. Tomorrow, Satoru is thinking Beijing style duck or maybe K-BBQ? Carbonara? Peri Peri Chicken? Enchiladas? Shawarma??? You always laugh when he goes on a tangent of what he wants to eat and try with you. You tease him by adding more options to the list and he clenches his fists dramatically and squeezes his eyes shut under his blindfold while whining that he canât pick and that thereâs too much good food. You occasionally have to reassure him that you have time and that youâre not going anywhere. You never fail to notice the blush on his ears when you soothe him like that and he never fails to see your fidgety hands as you say the gentle words to him. He feels so lucky to have your company and you can confidently say the same, in your thoughts of course. You wouldnât tell him that out loud and he also finds himself too scared to try. At least, not yet. Maybe one day, over some kikufuku.
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#jjk x reader#reader x jjk#jujutsu kaisen x reader#gojo x reader#reader x gojo#gojo satoru x reader#satoru gojo x reader#gojo fluff#gojo satoru fluff#satoru gojo fluff#gojo comfort#j's silly ramblings
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In the midst of being very, very, very, very, very busy with work, a colleague sent me info about the KnY Onsen collab going on at two onsen towns in Kanagawa and Gunma Prefectures, both in eastern Japan.
My response was, "yeah, too bad I donât live out there... and will only be out there for a meeting later in December... ... ...I just booked a place for two people in Yugawara Onsen, you wanna go?"

While it's always fun to go to these sorts of collab events, I admit that I found this one somewhat stressful due to total lack of planning on my part. I was just like, "Onsen! Make these deadlines, prep that meeting, then onsen, onsen, Kimetsu no Yaiba and onsen!!!" and I totally neglected to read all the fine print on how this event works.
How it should had worked is you arrive early enough to head out to the onsen part of town, turn in your pre-purchased ticket at the center with all the merchandise (and if you're lucky, you'll see a Kakushi working the counter â), get your booklet to stamp with different character stamps set up around town, and get the all-important map of where all the photo spots, stamps, and spots to hear character voices on an an app for a game you can play for an extra price (and additional pre-purchase ticket). At this point, they will also explain the hours of when you can use the local facilities involved in the collaboration. With that information, you begin your leisurely stay and stroll, including looping back around the station area to get the stamps and pose with character stands around the station, at the town hall, and in other shops. You get dinner at one of the collab places--like a local America-themed restaurant's spare rib set with sauces inspired by four of the characters or a seafood restaurant--and then show at least three character stamps in your booklet and hand over one of your two coins to go take a dip in one of the onsen facilities. After dark, you walk around and enjoy displays like this Love Breath one:


The following day, or later on in the collab period, you finish up going around to every spot, and take a second dip in another onsen, which is also covered on your original ticket. If you're doing the additional game, you listen at all those spots, and of course you buy lots of merch both for the collab and around the onsen town.


But if you are like me, you do it wrong.
You arrive later than you hoped to, you get excited to see Mitsuri and Muichiro at the train station, feel stressed about saving time for onsen and wind up do a bunch of things out of order that wind up eating time, including trying to go straight to an onsen instead of turning in the ticket first, and then discovering that you simply do not have time for everything once you see that the generous hours were for turning in your ticket, not for using the onsen. I also had dismissed the stamp rally as optional like the audio game I did not want to pay the price for, so it did not even occur to me that I would need three stamps before an onsen, and how hard it would be to find those stamps in the dark when you are fretting more and more about time.
In the end, we only (barely) had time for one onsen instead of two, which is frustrating, and even though they had stands of all the characters, we simply did not have time to see them all. (Himejima was off in the woods somewhere with no stamps or audio game things, so like we did, I bet a lot of people choose to simply leave him alone to meditate and train out there.) I saw the stand I wanted to most: Genya!! He gets to be included now!!!!

We did find the place with parfaits (thanks to asking the Kakushi, as the official websites weren't much help with this (but reading all the fine print probably would have helped overall)), and we sacrificed the second onsen dip to get these instead before leaving town. In addition to dessert items (like a Mist Pillar parfait with cotton candy mist on top!), they also served the yamakake udon and made a nice presentation of floating items down a river to your seat.



So anyway. Not my most lived-to-the-fullest KnY collab, nor a very relaxing onsen trip overall, but it always brings a smile to my face to see KnY melded into the landscape. The steep hike up to our cheap lodging and dragging suitcases around to at least find a few extra standees was pretty tiring, but the mountain view of the stars and morning birdwatching was as rejuvenating as a regular mountain onsen trip usually should be. That all being said, I plan to recover with regular bath salt at home and the newest volume of Kimetsu Academy.
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Pod-Together Day 5 Reveals 2023
Where No Flan Has Gone Before (Star Trek) written by BookGirlFan, performed by lilolilyrae Summary: These are the reviews of the Starship Bakerprise. Its five year plan - to explore strange new pastries; to seek out new recipes and new dessert combinations. To boldly go where no flan has gone before.
Homing Beacon (Supernatural (TV 2005)) written by ReformedTsundere, performed by Ceewelsh Summary: Ambushed and captured on a recon mission, coalition fighter Dean Winchester is brought to an unknown location by an unknown party and thrown into a cell for unknown reasons. The only thing he is sure of is that he's pissed and that he's not alone.
periphery (no labels) (Tortall - Tamora Pierce) written by kitsunerei88, performed by korechthonia Summary: Lovers, Kel thought, rolling her eyes. At least there was one headache she didnât have. She was about to tell her friend he could wait when she remembered that sheâd get to see Dom while at Steadfast. It would be nice to be able to sit and chat for awhile without kidnapping, flight, and war to distract them.
Or: on falling together, in five scenes.
The Stars Are Still There (Tales of Arcadia (Cartoons)) written by Hagar, performed by klb Summary: âPlease donât be on your own,â Barbara says quietly. âWhatever you do, donât isolate yourself. Thereâs very little that hurts us more than that.â âI think I learned that lesson in the Darklands,â Jim says. His voice is heavy, heavy and full of bone-deep exhaustion, of the weariness of the soul.
Death Wish [text, audio] (The Locked Tomb Series | Gideon the Ninth Series - Tamsyn Muir) written by zombified_queer, performed by mistbornhero Summary: In another life, Harrowhark Nonagesimus was raised alone. In another life, Gideon did not grow up in the shadow of the Ninth House. In another life, they still find one another.
SWSSS (Star Wars Self-Saving System) [starting text, with pensieve podfics by Flowerparrish,GodofLaundryBaskets, sisi_rambles, bluedreaming, and Litra ] (Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy, 人渣ĺć´žčŞćçłťçť - 墨éŚéč | The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System - MòxiÄng TĂłngxiĂš) created by Opalsong, GodOfLaundryBaskets, Sisi_Rambles, bluedreaming, Litrapod, and Flowerparrish Summary: When anti-fan Shen Yuan dies of outrage at the latest piece of trash he watches, he transmigrates into the world of the Star Wars. Can he fix all the plot holes in his beloved most hated series? Or will he unintentionally make things worse? At least heâll be able to meet Anakin for real and tell him how special he really is. Oh. And Star Wars creator Shang Qinghua is there too. Surprise!
Satisfaction Brought Her Back [text, audio] (Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types) written by Trudemaethien, performed by stargateinmybasement Summary: The Torrent Command bunkroom has welcomed its newest member with open arms since Commander Cody was last able to spend any quality time there with Rex: Commander Tano. Sheâs an unquantified variable Cody was not expecting. Quantity and quality arenât mutually exclusive though, and neither are the clonesâ relationships. Rex is glad his two favorite commanders are able to get along so well. And Ahsoka continues to explore and expand her experiences.
Constructing a Biography (The Murderbot Diaries - Martha Wells) written by bluegeekEM, performed by kalakirya Summary: Murderbot finds the process of creating a biography for the upcoming documentary release... complicated.
All Manner of Things (WiedĹşmin | The Witcher - All Media Types) written by nimblermortal, performed by Drel_Murn Summary: Julian is pretty sure he's not the Count of Lettenhove's daughter, but after he's thrown away his other marriage prospects, his father sends him to forge a political marriage with the Warlord of the North. Julian's just trying to survive, but in the face of true kingship and the Kaer Morhen Fanon Hot Springs, he might just learn to thrive. Accidental Warlord AU in which Jaskier is trans. With, perhaps, a few other changes along the way.
Reconditioning (Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling) written by BinteMuhammad, performed by SerenaEW Summary: Harry had gained an unexpected interest in potions, but that does not stop him from blowing cauldrons. To counter that, Harry throws himself headfirst in studying the theory. Ironically, he just keeps getting worse, and Harry can't figure out why. Umbridge is another obstacle, as is Professor Snape. Or is he?
The Solutions We Reach For [text, audio] (The Murderbot Diaries - Martha Wells) written by estelraca, performed by Koschei_B Summary: It was just supposed to be a boring mission for all of them--do a little archaeology, a little biology. But then they actually found the people they were doing the archaeology on, and, well, things got a lot more complicated.
#podfic#fanfic#star trek#supernatural#tortall#tales of arcadia#the locked tomb#star wars#scum villain self saving system#star wars clone wars#the murderbot diaries#the witcher
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day 7 of @chrisginnyweek: prom
finished chapter 2 of my fic "sittin' back, sittin' back, in the backseat of your car" for chrisginny week! you can read it here, or on ao3 via the link above. <3
As it turns out, finding a moment alone with the shared family telephone is of Olympian difficulty. Ginny feels neither like asking her parents nor speaking in code to Chris while they stand close by, so she waits â painfully. Her jaw locks in annoyance when she realizes just how much time her mother spends inside the house.Â
But one day, when Joe is out late at work and Janette is attending a Parent-Teacher Association meeting at Ridgeway, Ginny encounters the perfect window of opportunity to finally call Chris. Sheâs shy, at first, and so is Chris; but somehow, through grainy audio and nervous fidgeting, the pair get to know each other a little more. And they settle on a date and time for â well, a date.Â
If calling Chris was an English class assignment, Ginny would have two major takeaways: that sheâs going on a bona fide date in four daysâ time, and that itâs with the â albeit uncontested â girl of her dreams. The only issue that stands in her way, then, is mustering the courage to seek her parentsâ permission for a night alone in town without raising suspicion.Â
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Ginny completes many, many assignments and chores unprompted in the following few days, and her tireless work pays off. Janette grants her the ever-coveted permission she needs. But unlike with Chet, thereâs added emphasis on continued responsibility, both inside and outside of the Danburry home. The conversation leaves Ginny equally relieved and frustrated.Â
It turns out near-perfectly, though, when Chris leans through the window of her car on a warm, breezy Saturday night, beckoning Ginny with her left hand. Frustration is one of those things easily escapable around someone like Chris; and Ginny finds herself exponentially more willing to go extra lengths at home just to continue seeing her.Â
And seeing Chris â well, really, it feels like the easiest thing in the world to do. Ginny holds her hand as the pair drive downtown to Silverâs Diner, windows open, the sweet spring wind kissing their faces and ruffling their hair. Chris can barely keep her eyes on the road ahead because sheâs too busy looking at Ginny. If they end up in a car crash, at least Ginny can say she died happily, capturing Chrisâ glances like a prism does with sunlight.
Chris and Ginny choose a spot indoors â a cozy booth with a big window in a secluded corner of the diner. In between taking bites of pancakes and hashbrowns, they talk about different things: school, family, friends, hobbies. Itâs filler content, really; Ginny needs to ask Chris, but she doesnât find an in until theyâre both sipping vanilla milkshakes for dessert.Â
âCan I ask you something?â says Ginny, her mind already erratic.Â
âIs it that important?â Chris looks surprised. To be fair, most of their conversations as of late have been back-and-forth questions.Â
âYeah.âÂ
âThen, sureâ, Chris says.
Ginny sucks in a breath. âI really like you. Weâve been seeing each other for a while. And I think itâs appropriate to askâ, Ginny continues, a bundle of nerves, âif youâd want to be my girlfriend.â She falters, possessing anything but the knowledge of what to add after such a heavy request.Â
Chris bites her lip. Ginny holds her breath, waiting, mere nanoseconds seeming like hours to her. Moonlight beams hazily through the window, dousing their booth in shades of beige and blue.Â
âYou teaseâ, Chris laughs. She reaches her hand out towards Ginnyâs own. âI always wanted to be yours.â
âI take it thatâs a yes, then?â asks Ginny.Â
Squeezing Ginnyâs hand, Chris replies, âIn what world would that be a no?â
Ginny smiles bashfully. âYou know me. Sometimes Iâm living on a different planet.âÂ
âWell, maybe you should let me visitâ, jokes Chris.
âMaybe I should.â Ginny separates her hand from Chrisâ, tuning back into her surroundings â the public. She smiles at Chris from across the booth, reacquainting herself with the comfortable quiet that falls between them all too often. Her heartbeat regains its normal pace, anxiety extinguished by milky moonlight and the sincere promise of a continued romance.
âWe should go to prom togetherâ, suggests Chris out of the blue. She tucks a strand of pale hair behind her ear, the sight toying with Ginnyâs emotions.
âProm?â Ginny parrots, suddenly cotton-mouthed.Â
Chris shrugs, taking a sip of her milkshake. âYeah, at Ridgeway. What?â she questions â Ginnyâs lips are frozen in the shape of a silent oh. âYou donât wanna go to prom with me?â
âNo, itâs justâŚâ Ginny pauses, fiddling with the napkin on her lap. âItâs a lot to take in. I mean, Iâm still recovering from asking you to go steadyâ, she adds with a laugh.
Chris rolls her eyes playfully. âOh, come on, Gin, that was a guaranteed yes.âÂ
Beneath the table, Ginny taps Chrisâ foot with her own. âShame on you for making me so nervous, though.â A moment of silence, then: âAlright, Iâll go to prom with you.â
Grinning ear-to-ear, Chris replies, âItâs only fair.âÂ
Ginny slurps down the dregs of her milkshake. âLetâs get out of hereâ, she says. Itâs become their code for running off to make out; but tonight, on their first real date, thereâs added significance. What Ginny really means is to ask if Chris will drive her back to the Noel house: spacious, comfortable, better than the backseat of a car in every way under the sun.Â
Chris looks Ginny up and down a few times. âOf courseâ, she agrees, blushing. âIâll get the check.â
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âHey, cover for me? Iâm at Chrisâ house tonightâ, says Ginny, running a hand through her bangs. Sheâs using the wall phone in the parlor with Chrisâ permission, calling Chet to make sure their parents question nothing.
âSo itâs not just backseat bingo anymore, huh?â Chet asks, and Ginny can practically see the smug expression on his face. âYou finally put on your big-girl pants?â
âCould say the same for you and Charlieâ, Ginny retorts.Â
Thereâs a pause, weighted, on the other end of the line. âDo you love her?âÂ
Ginny wants nothing more than to blurt out yes, of course, is it too soon?, but she bites her tongue. âI like the way her perfume smellsâ, she says instead, decisively, in the event that Chris lurks just a thin wall away.Â
âAlrightâ, says Chet. âSee you tomorrow.âÂ
âSee youâ, repeats Ginny, hanging up the phone.Â
âItâs Nina Ricci.â
Ginny whirls around. She thought right; standing face-to-face with her is Chris. âWhat?â she says, confused.
Chris giggles, leaning on the door frame. âMy perfume. Sorry for startling you.â
Ginnyâs eyebrows shoot upwards. âYou heard that?â
âI heard just about everything.â Chrisâ eyes have a playful glint to them.Â
âYouââ Ginny starts, but is promptly cut off as Chris, in one swift move, grabs her face and kisses her. Her brain all but taps out as Chris trails soft kisses from the corner of her mouth to her jawbone, and then down her neck. Back pressed against the floral print wallpaper, Ginny almost forgets where she is; Chris becomes her Earth, her entire world.Â
Chris puts distance between herself and Ginny, teasing her with a stray finger on her collarbone. âLetâs not spend all night hereâ, she whispers, tugging at Ginnyâs dress. âLet me show you my bedroom.â
Ginny nods, words refusing to form, her body like memory foam for Chrisâ touch. She follows Chris up the stairwell, one hand gliding along the wooden railing and the other holding Chrisâ slender wrist. The upstairs hallway is carpeted in red, and paintings break up empty space on the sparse walls. Chrisâ bedroom is an oasis of femininity; pink colors and attractive movie stars decorate nearly every surface. Her bed looks too cozy to ignore, and Ginny has no choice but to sit down on the soft blankets, or so she tells Chris.
âWhat do you think?â asks Chris, sitting beside Ginny.Â
âItâs perfect. I could live in hereâ, answers Ginny, kicking off her Mary Janes and fully laying down. âDonât leave me hanging.â She frowns up at Chris.
âI would neverâ, says Chris, resting her head on Ginnyâs chest and pressing a kiss to her hand.Â
Ginny hums in appreciation. âYou know I missed you all the time, right?â
âWhat do you mean?â Chris says, confused.Â
âWell, between Chetâs gamesâ, Ginny clarifies. She wraps her arm around Chrisâ shoulder, moving so that the two of them can be side-to-side, completely enveloped in each other. âBut now I donât. I mean⌠prom, and dates, and sleeping over at your house? Itâs so much better.âÂ
âIt really isâ, Chris agrees.Â
âWhen is it, anyway? Promâ, says Ginny, turning her head towards Chris.Â
âOh.â Chris pauses, thinking. âIn about a month, I think. Why?â
âI justâ well, itâs just a thought, but maybe we could matchâ, Ginny answers, her face flushing slightly. âDresses, corsages, jewelry. The whole nine yards.â
âIâll take you shopping anytime, Gin.â Chris thumbs Ginnyâs cheekbone, kissing her forehead softly.Â
Ginny holds Chrisâ face in her palms. âHow about you come here and kiss me for real?â Theyâre both so close, enough that Ginny can almost feel the fluttering of Chrisâ eyelashes on her own.Â
Chris nods silently, her eyes half-lidded, dreamily staring down at Ginny. âI think I can do that.âÂ
Her lips meet Ginnyâs, and itâs heaven. Like silent film, a messy tapestry of memories plays in Ginnyâs mind: spotting Chris on the Ridgeway field; glossy hair and pom-poms; shoes dislodging turf as they walked across the field to Chrisâ car; admitting to herself that she might be queer; holding hands for the first time.Â
Chris kisses Ginny with increasingly more fervor. Soon, their limbs tangle and their hearts beat in sync. Itâs a rough start; but itâs theirs, and Ginny canât wait for more.
#gail speaks#dps#chrisginny#my fics#queue tag#chris noel#ginny danburry#chris x ginny#ginny x chris#noelbury#noelburry#dead poets society#dps fic#dps fics#sapphic ship#lesbian ship#wlw ship#chrisginnyweek
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since you said it was okay for us to send in multiple ones i worked up the nerve to send one in for a blind date Iâll try to be as concise as I can with describing myself so apologies if this is a little long im not super great at describing myself in generalities. i trust your judgement completely. anyways!
Iâm 30, bisexual, usually get mistaken for someone younger due to my size and sound of my voice, I have a couple of different chronic pain conditions but not so bad I canât function normally, Iâm friendly and kind to most people I meet but I also donât take peopleâs shit youâll definitely know if I donât like someone i donât really hide it that well âIâm pretty emotionally reactive is what Iâm saying. I enjoy reading, some of my favorite authors and books include Edgar Allan Poe, Dracula and Alice in Wonderland (my favorite book) just to name a few, I also really enjoy audio horror dramas despite being bad with horror visually, i really enjoy engaging my brain so I kinda also really enjoy riddles and puzzle games even though my track record isnât that great at solving them 100% of the time, I also enjoy victorian things and the period very much and my favorite holiday is Halloween! I also tend to show someone I like them no matter if itâs platonic or romantic through physical touch as long as I know they are okay with it
please donât feel obligated to do this if you donât feel up to it I just wanted to send in another one since your framing device is extremely adorable and fascinating to me! plus i am very curious who youâd choose for me in this situation. congratulations again finnie you deserve this so much đ!!
đ blind date đ the kitchen is now closed! đminors dniđ ⢠masterlist ⢠kofi link ⢠tag: finnie1500 (to follow or to block) a/n: you stop being so sweet or i'll have to serve you on the dessert menu ;-; đ
"Hello, welcome to the Vill-Inn! We'll uh... take your order from over here when you're ready. Just shout! There's a weird aura over there... bit of a strange vibe. It's giving us the heebiest of jeebies."
It's not as if there's a rain cloud above him or bats circling the table, but you get what they mean when you sit down across from your date.
"Jonathan Crane, my dear. Pleasure to make your acquaintance."
He's charming, completely so. But there's something under that exterior layer, something dark and brooding. Something poetic, almost.
There are several points at the beginning of your conversation with him where you can see him wincing, but trying to hide the expression of pain on his face. It turns out to be an excellent way to open up to each other, as he divulges his chronic pain issues, most of which are the result of injuries from a certain Dark Knight.
"The suffering adds to my will for destruction, though. But I admire others who can admit to needing help, as they should. If you ever need someone to... discuss this with... I can offer some psychological comfort."
The more you reveal of yourself, the more interested he is. You can see him, teasing apart sections of your brain, of your psyche, and lapping them up with intrigue. A kind person who can react emotionally and keep people's cruelty at a distance?
"Very interesting. Tell me more."
Everything he says is accompanied by a wide and curved grin that feels mischievous more than conniving or malevolent, and the only time it really falls to one of warmth and surprise is when you reveal more about yourself, things that he finds a lot in common with.
Your choice of literature is certainly on par with his. When he delves into fiction as opposed to his psychology textbooks and research works, he would definitely opt for a gothic, melancholic terror. In fact, he has his copy of Sleepy Hollow with him.
"If you haven't read it, I can lend it to you. Returning it would be a good reason for us to meet again, no?"
He's intellectual, and enjoys problem solving. And while you admit you might not be much help on the difficult ones he can't quite get as quickly as certain, green-donning colleagues, havinng some emotional support would be just as effective. A love of horror is yet again more common ground, and his sly smile widens, his eyes lighting up, when you mention your love of Halloween. And when you notice the excitement, you reach out to place your hand on top of his. It's cold, but you warm him up, and he is grateful for the connection.
You might have read Sleepy Hollow before, but you'll take it anyway. Anything to meet up with Jonathan again.
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4/15/24: Take OFF
We had a sabbatical with our kids 10 years ago, but we always new we might be heading off on our own on the next sabbatical. Here we are, flying duo, and feeling incredibly grateful to be meeting up with Mari a couple times during this multi phased trip, and also knowing our son is holding down the fort, caring for our special loved ones, including our dear Normie, and yes, Oreo, who seriously injured his back 48 hours before we left.
Was really intense heading off, away from Normie, not to mention our ailing dog, and the idea that anything can happen at any time. Life is funny that way, so you really have to remember to live and find joy. â-Quote from a not particularly famous daughter, mother, wife, dog mom, and home health aide, Sara Goetz
Claude upgraded us to Polaris on Untied to Nice, and that is fully half the fun of a trip â faucet OPEN. We each had our little pod, we had wine with dinner and ice cream sundaes for dessert, with hot fudge AND caramel ânow THAT is living. And then Claude slept. I used the restroom, pulled out my drawing stuff and a magazine and my headphones and struggled with the tray table, used the bathroom, tried to read my magazine, watched 4 four episodes of the Frasier reboot show (and used restroom), tried to read my magazine, watched a movie, messed around with the lie-flat seat controls (âŚcould it be that not flat was more comfortable than flat flat? Let me try that againâŚ); had to pee again and then got myself situated again, tried to read my magazine, used the bathroom again; messed around with the remote control, located Relaxation DeepSleep mode, tested out the various video options combined with various audio options, but âmediationâ music was kind of scary sounding, nature music was repetitive, classical (never truly calming for me, I think it dates back to when my dad would lug his 2 foot tall stereo speakers right up to the kitchen doorway and blow us all away with the classical radio station); ambient music was oddly bouncy and upbeat; switched to cities video, and âchill beatsâ which were not that chill, and the cities on the screen were too bright for sleeping, and my headphones were too bulky to lie on my side for sleeping, so I switched to Mariâs old airpods (which only have sound when twisted into a very specific position in your ear); then tried to get comfortable again, went to pee again, and then moved the seat up and down and determined that slightly less than full flat was truly the most comfortable; and then I got hot and changed out of my jeans right there under the blanket and THEN, I slept for a couple hours before we landed. And you know what Claude was doing the whOLE timeâŚ?
We rented our car and Claude drove us the 1.5 hrs to Aix to find the dump of a place that Claude picked out this timeâŚall terraces and private gardens and beautiful arty decor, a pool complete with lionâs head fountain, chaise lounges, and a glorious minstrel breeze in the morning (Claude tells me itâs actually called a âMistralâ wind, which makes way more sense). If ya like that sort of thing. Seriously, though, it was just GORGeous!
We took naps and then dragged a ourselves out to dinner armed with a few suggestions from our lovely host Carole, and a will to meander. We ended up at Fauborg 46 (Fâbg), where I had a fine Daurade and Claude had a steak. I had a Chardonnay, and actually said to the waiter, âun vin blanc, si vous plaitâ (just like Saski taught me before I left). French wineâDee Lish OUS. Very hard to concentrate as we sat on the couch back at our place. I tried to read a kidâs book, TâQuipo about a not human but not quite bear with a red circle for a nose. Claude perused the tour guide for what to do tomorrow. He was looking for something slightly more specific than our general goal to eat as many croissants as possible in the next few weeks. I love staring at my husband sleeping, and I love when he wakes up, and I feel really really lucky to be on this trip, and this whole lifeâs journey, together with him.
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â Welcome, [USERNAME]!
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â YES. NĂ.
THE GAME HAS BEEN RIGGED FROM THE START
this muse is a TF2 Engineer AI that lives in the Team Fortress 2 Game/Program, on a Dev Computer that has been left to rot (& is rotting). you will often find it in a Dumpster or a Garage Sale, or the Game itself if you wish.
the form that this muse will come in with will depend on what World your muse occupies, & whether or not you wish to RP with this muse within its World or Yours. + Verses can be found at the bottom of the AI's Bio.
this blog is written by & follows from @fandomandangstlover (english is not my first language, so ah'm sorry if the wording is a little weird)
â [ CHARACTER PROFILE ] â
"The Engineer" (HE/THEY/IT) is a playable character in a modified game of TF2 that is left unfinished due to the nature of the AIs that lives in it. The Program is prone to bugs & glitches, as it seems to be breaking.
He is fully sentient and is capable of interaction by means of the Chat Function & general movement that Players associates with Communication (nodding, crouching, spinning, etc.) Sometimes using voicelines/audios that was given to him.
It is not capable of moving at freewill, however, as it still needs to obey the nature of the Program. Trying to fight against it is not recommended. (it learned the hard way.)
it can, however, Ragdoll whenever it wishes.
due to the Program trying to fix itself, it has combined the files of both the RED & BLU Engineer into one(1). which has caused a hørĹib1e error that causes the two(2) AIs to still exist as separated beings stuck in one vessel, unaware of one another.
- the RED one, often being the one most seen due to the Program trying its hardest to never let BLU out, is unaware of the artificial nature of itself. it currently lives in the Teufort map & within the intelligence room by the command of the "higher-ups." he does take peeks outside every now & again.
the AI is as sweet as the Engineer in the "meet the teams" videos, & if not just as crazy. they still set up Sentries despite there not being anyone to take it anymore, only itself. maybe it's an attempt to go back to normality, who knows?
RED always has the default weapon set.
- the BLU one, rarely seen due to its knowledge, only activates when the RED one gains the knowledge of their true nature. it is constantly fighting against its nature & breaking its laws, wanting to have some sort of self control due to its nature as a Player Character. safe to say that whenever it's out, it breaks its reality a little.
it moves around constantly & the Program will try & shut him down whenever it realizes that BLU is out. not much is known about him, though it's very likely that it is unstable (both mentally & physically) & will be prone to violence if not approached correctly.
BLU always has the Gunslinger equipped, & responses more positively towards being called by the name "Dell"
more may be added
â [ VERSES ] â
⢠ROTTING PROGRAM :: main verse
[AREA] takes place in the rotting Dev Computer mentioned above (can be found anywhere) and/or takes place in the modified TF2 Game (can be entered anywhere, âhowâ is up to you.)
[DESC] exactly what was described in Profile.
⢠UNKNOWN TERRITORY :: human(?) verse
[AREA] anywhere you wish, defaults to the dessert outside of TF2 industries (can be found anywhere)
[DESC] the wizard (merasmus) found the Dev Computer the AI was trapped in & BOOM! magic go brrr & now the AI is in a human body with normal human physics!! he is so not used to it. & then there's the problem of RED & BLU still being in one body... yikes. horrible fusion mind wise, i tell you.
⢠more may be added (maybe)
[AREA] none
[DESC] none
#ÂŤ ooc post Âť#the house ÂŤ the program Âť#this house is rotting & i am locked inside ÂŤ engineer.ai Âť#lucky is [he]; who lives unaware ÂŤ RED active Âť#unlucky me; aware of the pain ÂŤ BLU active Âť#[ verse ] an unstable AI in a human body; what can go wrong?
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Sly & The Family Stone - Thank You (Falettinme Be Mice Elf Agin) (Official Audio)
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We do know who this is and he tired he died where this person was living his character that is new york. He was dying of cancer and he died yesterday it is Garth and he was around a sudden says and that was not him he is and her son and daughter say that would be unique and I guess Will Ferrell would have to meet me there to go to the funeral and yeah we get that it's the second movie get harder. You guys pull him out for the job. And Will Ferrell likes it cuz he probably pulls them out and he knows him but probably got him there in the first place has to figure out what he was doing to make it but really they caught guys doing stuff. His cancer was expanding our son takes a lot of stuff to avoid it and eats greens and blueberry and other things that help a lot of people don't do all that and he eats lettuce and cabbage and olives and all sorts of things fruits nuts berry juice I mean and squash all of that is auntie cancer and iodine and salt helps he doesn't have cancer but Garth had it he was dealing with devices and things that are very procrastinogenic carcinogenic smoked a lot too we think they're going to revive him of course he's in other films as Pentecost he comes out it's New York City and you said to Sherry are you going to see some aliens from Mars to see if they are eating your cars and she says what I said when the suits up there and Garth went missing and you're here looking like her like Blondie and she said oh you recognize me I said you're like a 70-year-old Blondie you kind of like an old lady and she said oh yeah so she's driving around she said I look like her and he thinks I'm going there and he heard about A sly Stone in the sister Sledge and she said oh and they caught Garth doing stuff and she got to work and said this is something and it's Trump and she figured it out and knows where he is and he's in trouble again in the same area it's Illinois and our son has money in Michigan which is right next door as a matter of fact the bank is in Illinois and that's the bank that he went to and he deposited a check and thinking our son's money would be there in the Shawshank redemption movie he actually put money into the bank and that's the trick he doesn't have to go back to do it and the Mac proper would put the real money in and the guy can't get it out of his own area out of his own bank you say who's talking here and she says don't feel sad I feel sad already it's sad songs make you feel better or something I know it's not really the true it's awful but we're going to get through it.
He says okay that's a plan and it's good dinner dessert a movie and a pub and we'll drink non-alcoholic and have some food and talk about stuff I'll get a taxi cuz they're too tired to drive and people are trying to do things it's stupid but okay and with me he says that's a deal right there what movie he says you're going to be kidding it's Captain America with the Red Hulk who's the bozo make in front of your fat daddy that's pretty good. To call the new motorcycle fat Daddy and they'd say it's me and it's kind of a joke name but it would work and Thor and Freya kind of like it probably p h a t and now they say that's pretty good it's like a gang bike and people will buy it and they'll have a hard time with it at the same time so we're talking about money in the bank and that's something to do with this recent wrestling match Illinois Trump can't get the money out they put it in there and it was supposed to go to me and it's New York not Illinois where Sly Stone is laying and you don't know him as slanted Stone he would just though he wonders because Mrs Gentry was probably related and they disappeared and here's this black boy... Well he says that and she does and I say it's not the same family but it might be they had a kid somewhere grandkids and this guy is kind of old but back then I guess these guys were old the saying it and you're saying just wait on this particular area but then again I could go up I don't have to get the money at that time and they're saying that's true people would just get the weather like they did in Buffalo harsh kind of was harsh all around and they agree so Garth is out I think I saw him dragon furniture since I got out the next day how come Trump is still in there it's fighting Tommy f and Tommy f's sprung me so he gets it now he's supposed to be mad at me so why would he be mad you came back cuz I could disease on these people LOL Sly Stone and it's some good size women like the size you'll see you're going to get the funk out of here it sounded kind of smiling and they went home and they listening and said this is pretty good it was a pioneer they said this your family is disappearing and decide our son moping and Garth said he's missing his parents and almost my uncle the black man that you see before you Sly Stone and yeah he's got some kick ass songs with the sister Sledge and that's what they used to call it and they laugh and it is what they used to call it and they start saying what happened and they talked to him and they found out he had got in trouble with Trump and Trump was giving him s*** so they're having a fight but they get what it is that was horrible
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That was hell and I know what he's doing it for and he's threatening up there and trying to threaten people and grab them the guys a nightmare
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I was thinking of what is that pink George or something Floyd George Floyd and we're talking about Russian moving pictures and they're talking about George Floyd that's like the black guy George and this is the black guy sly and Stone which is BG and Gary Stone so that was my nephew when I say is it means something pretty specific and where I was and stuff it's all code
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May 13 - Tsukiji Hongwani, Ginza, and Bunraku Performance
Today we visited Ginza to see the Tsukiji Hongwani shrine and explore the area, including a popular fish market. The shrine was so beautiful and I wished I could take a photo inside. It was massive and gold. There was incense to offer before your prayers which made the whole place smell amazing. Though the weather was terrible again, the walk to the fish market from the shrine wasnât very long. While fish isnât my thing, dessert definitely it. My friends and I got candied strawberries and soft serve ice cream. It was basically our lunch which is a little funny. I have no complaints though.
After the market, we went shopping for as long as we could before getting tired. We went back to the hotel to rest for a couple hours before meeting up with the group again for a Bunraku performance. The performance wasnât really my thing, as I have a hard time staying attentive during long shows, but I very much respect the way the set was made and the intricacy of the puppets. I was very thankful it was translated to english on our earphone devices, as the story was actually very shocking and interesting. I think if the narration itself were in english it definitely would have been something I could pay better attention to.
Academic Reflection
Even with the translator, the Bunraku performance was a little hard to understand due to both the audio quality and the other noise from the narrator. For this reason, the reading really helped me grasp what was going on. My friend and I kept turning to each other in shock at every dramatic plot twist. The play was very over the top and had a lot of unexpected twists. I actually did think the story itself was really interesting, and highlighted the importance placed on honor and showing loyalty to those above you, which we discussed earlier in the morning.
Ginza is an area that I had already visited before on this trip, but was more interesting to go back to knowing how historically significant it was. Maybe it's because I had never heard about Ginza, but I didn't think it was that popular of a destination. When I realized that I recognized the clock in Ginza from the Godzilla clip we watched, I thought it was a much more brag-worthy spot, and I realized why there were so many tourists walking around the area.
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Letters to My Love // Part IV
Moonlight Becomes You

Series Masterlist
Pairing: Bob Floyd x Female Reader
Summary: When you signed up to volunteer with the USO, you never anticipated that you would meet a man like Ensign Robert Floyd. Fate brings you together one balmy spring evening in Charlestonâthe night before Bob is set to ship off across the Atlantic. Pen and paper become your only means of sharing your heart with the naval aviator whoâs captivated it, igniting a correspondence that spans the distance between you. Can love blossom even as war rages and thousands of miles keep you apart?
Word Count:Â 3.6k
Authorâs Note:Â A quick historical note - President Rooseveltâs fireside chats are mentioned in this chapter. For those who may be unfamiliar with American history, the fireside chats were a series of radio addresses given by FDR between 1933 and 1944. They were designed to keep the American public updated about The Great Depression and the United Statesâ progress in World War II. If youâre interested, you can actually hear the audio of the fireside chat that Peach references in her letter.
Set the Mood: If youâre looking for some 1940s vibes, check out the playlist I made to pair with the story!
The title for this chapter comes from the Bing Crosby song of the same name.
Dedication:Â This story continues to be dedicated to my sweet friend, @luminousnotmatterâ. Her support has meant so much to me in writing this series!
Warnings: Alternating POV, references to war and its impact, allusions to childhood death caused by the 1918 Influenza pandemic, references to illness, a lot of fluff.
August 7, 1942
Dear Peach,
It makes me real happy to hear that you like the nickname. I was surprised to learn that youâve never had a nickname all your own, but Iâm doubly happy to be able to give you your first. Itâs a real honor, let me tell you. Not to mention the fact that you ARE special, so you certainly deserve to feel that way.
I think when we all get back, weâll have to be very careful to keep Dottie, Tommy Boy, and Benny from conspiring, you and I. They do sound like theyâre very much of one mind, your sister and my friendsâthough Iâm sure Dottie is much lovelier than my lughead buddies. As I write this, in fact, Benny is snoring loud enough to wake the entire carrier. Iâm not sure how any of the other fellas are managing to get any sleep. But at least as long as heâs snoring, I know he wonât be reading over my shoulder. We have to take our victories where we can, as weâre all quickly learning.
Now that I think about it, I do believe I made you a promise in my last letter, Peach. I promised I would try to be more organized, and Iâm going to stick to that. Iâm going to make a list, so that Iâm sure to answer each and every part of your letter. I have to admit that Iâve read it five or six times already. The thought that youâd take such precious time out of your day to sit and write to me of all people still seems simply too good to be true, but so long as this dream is my reality, Iâm going to make the most of it. I want you to know how much every word you write means to me.
First of all, trust me when I say that your words truly are sweeter than any dessert they could dream up for us here. Sweeter than honey, sweeter than ice cream, sweeter than pieâheck, even sweeter than a Georgia peach. Mail Call IS a wonderful day, and getting a letter from you makes it all the more wonderful.
I appreciate your belief in me, Peach, more than words could say. In all honesty, Iâm probably not even a quarter as brave as you think I am. Maybe I shouldnât admit that in writing. Iâm sure the rest of the guys would tell me to play the part of the hero, but the truth is that I donât feel like one most days. I only want to serve my country and do my part, but Iâd be lying if I said there werenât days when I felt downright terrified to be here. âWar is hellâ is right, no doubt about it. I hope you donât think less of me for saying so. But somehow, I know you wonât. I know we havenât known each other long, but I just know I can trust you with these sorts of things. The thought of getting to lay down my burdens with you, even if only for a moment, is such a gift. Thank you.
Paris, huh? That must have been some honeymoon. Since weâve arrived, Iâve been able to see [REDACTED], but Iâm sure it canât compare to what your parents saw back then. One day, I hope you do get to make it here, Peach. I hope you get to see all the most beautiful parts of the world. I wouldnât want you to be here now, not when everything feels the opposite of beautiful, but one day. Weâll make it safe here again so that itâs beautiful for you. I promise.
Listen, if you can convince your mama to hand over the peach tart recipe, I just might be able to convince my mama to share her apple cobbler recipeâŚ
Speaking of which, it made me smile to hear about your Fourth of July. For the record, Paddy was rightâgetting to hear about the parades and the fireworks and the strawberry pound cake (Iâm sorry about the sugar, by the way) made me feel like everything weâre doing over here is worth it. Some days are real hard. Some days, it feels like weâre not making any progress. But when I hear that you and your family are safe and happy back home, it makes me realize that what weâre doing over here every day does matter. So long as youâre all still able to celebrate Independence Day in peace, then weâre doing our job. Some of the other fellas got letters from their families, telling them about their Fourth of July parties and picnics, too. We all sat together and read them out loud, and it made us feel for a moment like we were there. We could taste the hot dogs and the watermelon and the Root Beer Floats. And it made us smile and laugh, Peach. I promise, nothing you could tell me about life back home would feel like salt in a wound. On the contrary, itâs like a balm for our spirits.
Iâm sorry to hear about Frankieâs teeth. I hope the little guy is doing alright. I remember watching my brothers go through it growing up, and seeing Clara go through it just a couple years ago. Being her godfather, it felt extra hard to watch her suffer, so I know just how you feel watching your nephew. In her most recent letter, Natasha told Paul that Paul, Jr.âs been cutting some teeth as well, but heâs âsoldiering on, just like his daddy.â It seems like such a small thing, but I could hear Paul crying in his bunk that night. I donât think heâd mind me telling you that, Peach, considering how trustworthy you are. He misses Natasha and Clara and Paul, Jr. something fierce, and I know he canât wait for the day when he gets to hold them in his arms again. Since your thoughts for us seem to be so powerful, maybe you could spare some for Paul? I know itâd mean a lot to him.
Paddy is a good man, Peach. A great man. I know you know that and you donât need to be hearing it from me, but itâs true. If ever heâs feeling down about staying stateside, you let him know that none of us could be doing what weâre doing over here if it wasnât for what heâs doing over there. Heâs a smart guy, Paddy is, and we appreciate how hard heâs working. If anyone feels differently, wellâquite frankly, their opinion just doesnât matter.
It is a little tricky to have a conversation on paper, indeed. Oh, I wish more than anything that we could be talking face to face. I think of that night on King Street all the time. Can I be honest with you, Peach? I hope you wonât think this is too forward, but when the days here are long and hard, sometimes I just picture your pretty face and it makes things feel better. And I hope you know that your loveliness is so much more than just skin deepâyour heart and your kindness are what make you so beautiful. Iâm sorry for being so forthrightâI hope I havenât made you uncomfortableâbut I just wanted you to know that. Your friendship and your kindness to me that last night stateside mean so much to me, and they always will.
Speaking of friendship, Iâm rather starting to think that my friends like you more than they like me. You should have seen Tommy Boyâs and Bennyâs faces when I told them you said helloâthey lit up like fireworks on the Fourth of July and demanded to see your words for themselves. Evidently, my word wasnât good enough. They say hello in return and want to thank you for all your well wishes. Paul says hello, too. He says of course he remembers you, and that he hopes youâre doing real well. He still hasnât forgotten about getting Natasha a string of pearls just as pretty as yours.
Iâm sorry the heatâs been so oppressive back in Charleston. Weâve had nothing but rain here for weeks, so weâve been rather wet and miserable. But your letter was a bright spot amidst the clouds, and Iâd be happy to take some of that southern sun off your hands if youâd be willing to take some of our clouds and rain.
Now youâve really given me something to look forward to, Peach, if youâre really serious about singing something at our next dance. I assure you that itâs easy to promise that I wonât laugh because I KNOW you wonât be terrible at it. Your voice, I know, is just as lovely as you and I canât wait to hear it.
Itâs funny you mention âChattanooga Choo Chooâ because that one just so happens to be one of my motherâs favorites. I think the two of you would get along just swell. I just had a letter from her the other day, and she assured me that all is well at home. It does my heart good to hear that from both her and you.
I do know âBlue Moon,â Peach. And I donât think Iâll ever be able to hear it the same way again without thinking of your beautiful words. As I write this letter right now, the moon is shining down, and Iâm picturing it shining down on you, too. The last time I got to see youâwell, I suppose the only time I got to see youâwas in the moonlight, so I think it will always be special to me. And youâre rightâwhen I think of the same moon shining down on you and me, and all my friends and family back home, it makes me think that maybe the world isnât so big a place after all. Maybe weâre not all as far apart as it seems. Thank you for reminding me of that. I did tell Paul, and he wrote your words down to send to Natasha. So we all owe you a debt of gratitude.
Alright, have I rambled on enough? Goodness, I donât think Iâve ever written letters so long as the ones I write to you, Peach. But I suppose itâs because I want you to know me. Itâs funny, Iâve always been happy to blend into the background. Iâm not the sort of guy that most people take notice ofânot like Paul and Tommy Boyâand thatâs okay. Iâve always been fine with that. But with youâwell, I want you to know me. I donât want to blend into the background where youâre concerned. And I think that maybe you understand that? I felt it that night we metâthat you understand. You understand so much, Peach, and Iâm so grateful for that.
I wonât bore you with it now, but maybe sometime in the future, I could tell you stories about myself? Stories from when I was growing up, stories from Annapolisâstories that will help you get to know me? I would never want to pry, and you donât have to tell me anything about yourself that you donât want to, but I thought that maybeâwell, I donât know what I thought except for the fact that Iâd really like to know you, the same as Iâd like you to know me.
Okay, I think exhaustion is starting to addle my brain, and I should probably stop writing before I say something that makes me look even more foolish than I probably already have.
Youâre in my thoughts, Peach, and I wish you nothing but the best. I hope this letter finds you happy and well.
Sincerely Yours,
Bobby

September 19, 1942
Dear Bobby,
Iâm so, so sorry that itâs taken me so long to write you back. I felt that your beautifully heartfelt letter deserved all my attention, and I didnât want to sit down to write a response until I was able to give it that.
We had a bit of a crisis here in the Sheridan household back in August, around the same time your letter arrived in the mail. Weâre not sure how he possibly could have picked it up, but poor, sweet Frankie came down with influenza. He couldnât keep anything down, and then he started burning up with a terrible fever. Dottie was absolutely frantic, and we rushed him to the hospital. When the doctors confirmed it was the flu, Dottie was beside herself. I know youâve never met Frankie, but heâs normally such a happy baby, so full of life and joyâto see him so still and lethargic and quiet was quite terrifying. I was scared, too, but I tried to remind Dottie that her son was just as strong as his mother. Dottie was born in 1918, you see, during the Spanish Flu epidemic. She was one of the only babies who survived in the hospital where our mother delivered her. I think thatâs all Dottie could pictureâall those mothers and fathers who never got to bring their children home. She insisted on bringing Frankie home to care for himâshe said she wasnât going to run the risk of keeping him in the hospital.
Poor baby was terribly sick for over a week. I donât think Dottie or Paddy slept a wink that whole time. I tried to convince them to take turns staying up with him, so that they could get some rest, but they just stayed by his side all night, every night. It really is quite something, isnât it? The power of a mother and fatherâs love? I wonât lie, Bobby, there were some really scary moments when we werenât sure he was going to pull through. Iâve never been so afraid or cried so many tears in all my life, I think. But then one day, his fever finally broke and we could see the light at the end of the tunnel. Iâve never seen my sister or brother-in-law look more happy or relieved. It felt like we had all been holding our breath without even realizing it, and we were finally able to breathe deeply again.
Weâve all been in recovery mode since then, and have been monitoring Frankie very carefully. Just as he started to get better, Dottie fell a little under the weather, so Paddy and I were taking care of them both. Iâm very happy to report that both my sister and my nephew are back to their smiley, happy selves, which has been such a joy. Iâll be very glad to put this whole episode behind us.
I want to thank you for your last letter, Bobby, because it truly helped keep me sane when it felt like the whole world was spinning out of control. Though I didnât feel able to write back until everyone was feeling better, I did read your letter every night before I went to sleep. You wrote that my stories from home were like a balm to your spirit, and I just want you to know that your words were a balm to mine. You are one of the kindest men Iâve ever known, Bobby. Thank you. Thank you so much.
You would think with so much time to plan this letter in my mind, I would have something brilliant to share, but Iâm afraid that Iâm still feeling a bit scatter-brained after everything. So here are the words that have been bouncing around in my head and my heart for the past few weeks, in response to yours:
Youâll always be a hero in my eyes, Bobby. The fact that youâre brave enough to admit that youâre terrified just further proves it to me. True heroes donât think of themselves as heroes. They just do the job that needs being doneâlike youâre doing. And your country is so proud of you for it. Iâm so proud of you for it.
I believe you when you promise that youâre going to make it safe there, wherever you are right now. Iâm confident that the world will be a beautiful place again. Maybe one day you can show it to me.
I might just be able to convince my mama to share her peach tart recipe. Weâll see. You sweet talk your mama, and Iâll sweet talk mine.
Thank you for putting my mind at rest about telling you stories from home. If they really do lift your spirits, then I promise to tell you as many stories as you want to hear.
Poor Frankie really canât catch a break, can he? Between his teeth and the flu, heâs had a rough go of it lately. But Iâd say heâs âsoldiering on,â same as Paul, Jr. Iâm sorry to hear how hard the separation is for Paul. As his best friend, Iâm sure itâs hard to watch him struggle with that. Of course Iâll be thinking of Paul and Natasha and the children. I include them in my prayers every night, and Iâll continue to do so until theyâre all together again. I keep all of you in my prayers.
Thank you for your kind words about Paddy, Bobby. I didnât share them with him, because I didnât want him to be upset that I knew how heâd been feeling, but I have your words tucked away in my heart, and Iâll be sure to pass them onto him when the time is right. He is a good man, and Iâm glad to know that other people see it in him, too.
You really are too kind to me, Bobby. I have a feeling you may be remembering me through rose-colored glasses, but I thank you for your sweetness all the same. Your friendship means a lot to me, too, and Iâll always be so thankful for that night we met. Iâll never forget it.
I find it impossible to believe that your friends could ever like me more than you. How could they, when youâre such a wonderful friend? Tell Tommy Boy and Benny that I say they have to take your word as golden because youâre extremely trustworthy. I donât want to hear about any more of this doubting nonsense. And tell Paul that my family knows a couple jewelers who would be glad to help an American hero. Whenever heâs ready to find those pearls, he can just give a holler.
Iâll gladly give you some sunshine in exchange for some rain! With fall coming, itâs not quite as hot as itâs been, but weâd still gladly take fresh, clean rain to wash away the last of the sticky heat.
What song would you like to hear? Iâll start practicing now, so that by the time you come home, maybe itâll be halfway as good as you seem to think itâs going to be.
From what you told me, your mother sounds just lovely. Iâd love to listen to some Glenn Miller over a nice apple cobbler with her.
Oh, none of you owe me anything. Iâm sure Iâm not the first person to make such an observation about the moon, and I wonât be the last. But I am glad that it could bring you all a little bit of comfort. And when the moon comes up tonight, Iâll be thinking of you.
Bobby, you could never fade into the background, not to me. But I do understand what you mean. Iâve always felt the same. Iâve never been one that people take notice of. Dottieâs always been good with crowds. My friends Emily and Marilynâthey were volunteering with me that night at the danceâtheyâre always good at making conversation. Iâve never been that way. And Iâve always accepted that about myself, same as you. But it is nice to feel like someone really sees you, like they really know you. I have that with my family, but itâs good to know thereâs someone else out there who understands me. Someone like you, Bobby. I want you to know me, too.
Iâd like it if we could share stories with one another. Iâd like that very much. I want to hear more about your farm in Iowa, and your family, and all the mischief that you and Paul and Natasha got into when you were growing up. Iâm all ears, whatever youâd like to share.
Before I close my letter, I thought you might like to know that President Roosevelt gave one of his fireside chats a couple weeks ago. He hasnât given one since April, so we were all very eager to hear what he had to say. He spoke a bit about inflation and the cost of things. He promised that heâs working with Congress to try to keep things as reasonable as possible, but we all understand thatâs rather difficult with a war on. And weâre happy to make the sacrifices necessary to do our part for the war effort.
He also spoke a bit about the progress of the war. I admit that talk of battles and military strategy goes a bit over my head, but he did say something that stuck out to me and has been in my head ever since. He saidâand forgive me if I paraphrase a bitâthat battles and wars arenât won by men who are concerned about themselves, about their own safety and comfort. And it made me think of you, Bobby, and all your friends. It made me think of what youâre sacrificing, especially your safety and comfort. Weâre going to win this war. I know it. And itâs because of men like you. Donât ever doubt that.
I hope that when this letter finds you, youâve managed to carve out a little bit of safety and comfort for yourself. I hope that youâre doing well, and that youâll be able to come home soon.
Please stay safe, Bobby.
All my best,
Peach
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The Forest: Invitation
Yandere Namjoon x Reader
The Forest: The Beginning Masterlist
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âI never thought you will have to return someday.â
The therapistâs office did not feel like a strange palace anymore. The last time she had been there was when she was seven- two years. It took two whole years for the constant, terrifying nightmares to cease.
âI did not think so either.â
â(Y/N) Iâm a child psychologist, I would not be able to help you this time.â
âI know Doctor, but I am not exactly here for regular sessions, I needâŚI just need this to stop. But first I need to know what kinds of nightmares I used to have as a child? You have recordings, voice and video recordings. Donât you?â
Dr Meera Smith had been a woman in her thirties when (Y/N)âs mother first brought her to her cabin. Now she was a middle-aged woman with greying hair and a heavier body. But she exuded the same warmth she used to when (Y/N) was brought to her as a child- five and traumatized.
âAre you sure? Your mother never wanted you to watch them.â
(Y/N) nodded at the question. She needed to go back in order to find the roots. Besides, she could share it with her therapist- if she needed one. And she might be needing one soon if her sleep cycle continued to be compromised.
âYes, Doctor, Iâm sure. I need to remember what I had been seeing in those nightmares and what had been the symptoms. I would like to take them home. The voice and the video recordings. All of them.â
Dr Smith eyed her carefully, concern visible in her chocolate orbs, before giving her a final nod.
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âBloody hell, there are so many of them, more than a hundred (Y/N).â Cindy gasped as she eyed the recording files on the laptop. âYou need to make time for these.â
âJuggling between the bistro and academics, itâs going to be difficult.â (Y/N) admitted.
Dr Meera Smith had handed over two pen drives to her- one had the video, the other had the audios. And even though (Y/N) was eager to copy all the files into her laptop, she did not know if she was ready to begin experiencing those sessions again.
âJust donât let Mom know.â she turned to Cindy who nodded assuringly
âOf course not.â
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âOne Belgium chocolate scoop on a chocolate waffle please!â (Y/N) informed the kitchen staff before turning around to type down the next order.
âTwo bowls of French onion soup with crispy garlic and herbs bread, please.â the familiar voice made her look up.
âOh, what a pleasant surprise.â Namjoonâs eyes had widened and eyebrows raised momentarily in surprise before a smile broke out.
âYes, I never saw you here before?â (Y/N) felt her cheeks heating up for some unknown reason, but she managed to keep a social smile.
âYes, a friend of mine recommended this place, and he was not wrong on the âwarm vibesâ thing. Any recommendations you would make for dessert?â
âEh, yes, um- lemon tarts, or the classic opera cakes. They are mostly sold-out on Fridays.â she was glad that she had managed to keep up her composure.Â
Kim Namjoon was an attractive man, intimidatingly so. There was a certain imposing aura surrounding him that could leave passersby awestruck, yet he was so smooth with manners and appeared so gentle in disposition, it made her mind fling into an internal battle- to give into the allurement or not.
âThe classics, I see. I will take both since you recommended me. Please add that to the list.â his smile crooked a bit and she was afraid that he had noticed her reddened cheeks.
Nodding, she tried to focus on the computer screen while trying to not look up and meet his gaze- she could feel his eyes on her all the while.Â
âAll done, you can pay and collect your bill.â she gestured towards John the cashier sitting only a metre away from her. Namjoon nodded and moved, to her relief.
She was seeing him after only two days and yet he had somehow managed to catch her off guard. She discreetly watched as he took a seat in front of a man whose wide back was visible, almost covering Namjoonâs frame.Â
Yet a part of Namjoonâs face could be seen, his friend was wide-shouldered, with jet black hair. And yet, when her eyes trailed up, towards Namjoonâs partly-visible face, only one eye was visible, and it was already on her, gaze piercing her soul.Â
(Y/N)âs breathing ceased for a moment before she snapped her gaze back to the customer standing in front of her.
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The bus stand was only five minutes away from the apartment complex. The usually bleak days were turning even shorter and bleaker, so by the time (Y/N) reached the gates of the complex, it felt to be midnight- even though it was only ten oâclock.Â
The evening had turned windy, making her nose turn pink. She tucked her hands inside her pockets as she stood near the gates. The presence of a security guard and multiple security cameras made her feel a bit safer, even though the longer she watched the darkened, massive park on the other side of the road, the darker it appeared.
It was only the wind that made the shrubs and trees ruffle, but it appeared as if something more than just gusts of wind was making them move. There were so many trees in the park, that it appeared to be the edge of a forest. And it reminded her of a real one- a terrifying, dense, dark forest that was etched on her mind like a stubborn stain. The return of the nightmares had only made it all worse.
 (Y/N) bit her lip as she continued to gaze into the park. The locals had always described it to be beautiful, a lovely, sunny, cool and green place- ideal for nature lovers. But she could never bring herself to venture into the park alone. It had always been Cindy by her side whenever she had to step into the place- and she had only done so twice.
The sudden swoosh of something moving among the trees at a tremendous speed startled her, making her take a step back.
It is just the wind.
Just the wind
Itâs windy andâŚ
Fuck it!
With no intention to look back, (Y/N) turned around and hurried into the safety of the complex.Â
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âWhat?â (Y/N) could not believe her ears,Â
âOkay, I know that it is quite sudden but, we were first riding in the elevator together, then I helped him with shopping for his newly-set apartment and it just flew out of my mouth by the time we returned here.â
âSo a dinner invitation just flies out of your mouth- like, just like that?â (Y/N) had not seen it coming.
How could Cindy be so careless?
âLook, he is Namjoonâs flatmate and wellâŚHot? Like, girl, he was so damn handsome and nice and gentlemanly. ItâIt was a momentâs slip.â Cindy sighed and grabbed (Y/N)âs hand âLook, Iâm sorry, if you want, I can let him know that we cannot host a dinner this evening, it was my fault anyway andââ
âNo wait, that would beâŚrude.â (Y/N) sighed and flopped herself on the couch âOkay, this Saturday we will have Namjoon and his flatmateâŚâ
âJin, his name is Kim Seokjin.â
âYes, Namjoon and Seokjin. We will have them for dinner. But you are going to do the cooking and all, the most I will do is grocery shopping.â
Cindy smiled brightly at her âTrust me, you will not regret it, they are nice guys - especially Jin, he has been nothing if not gentlemanly and amiable to me.â she continued to sing the manâs praises.
âMhm, Jin, huh? You seem quite smitten by him, Cindy.â her comment did nothing to deter her roommate from continuing to talk about the charming roommate of Namjoon (Y/N) had never met.
And she had to admit, the man ought to be charming enough to have a girl like Cindy be infatuated with him. The term might be an exaggeration but the way Cindy was blushing and smiling so brightly, (Y/N) was pretty sure that her best friend had a crush.
How could she not smile at her friendâs happy face?
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I could not resist, I have almost finished the first book and it is well above 25k words.
Hope you all enjoy it!
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self indulgent but! juza and his male s/o on their first anniversary please!
I'm so so late Lu but know I love you asdfghjk
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Celebrating your first anniversary (Juza x Male! Reader)
Juza. Oh Juza.
He has no idea what to do.
Donât take him the wrong way please. He has been quietly agonizing for weeks over getting the perfect anniversary gift, but has no clue what would be good enough for you -and at this point doesnât have to confidence to ask anyone at the dorm either.
He stares at the courtyard in the garden. He stares at Omiâs food -he tries some and itâs good, but he doesnât think he can copy anything thatâs half edible-. He stares at Yukiâs fashion magazines. He stares at Itaruâs videogames. He stares at everything, trying to come up with something that might make you smile.
At some point Banri exploits. âFor fuckâs sake Hyodo, you could knit him a shitty sock and he would be happy.â
Juza grunts. "Shut up."
Once the day arrives Juza wakes up with a morning audio from you letting him know how excited you are, merely confirming the time you both had decided to meet. The sound of your voice however makes Juza close his eyes and repeat the audio just one more time. He can never find the courage to send one back though, so he texts, hoping adding one of Kazunariâs stickers make up for it enough. You always said you found them cute after all.
"Juza, here!" you wave towards the tall male, and you look so radiant he almost averts his eyes. You run, launching onto him in the middle of the square. "Happy anniversary!"
The enthusiasm of your words sends a thrill through Juza.
He has always strived to be a good boyfriend. He knows he's not great with words and takes time to sort his own emotions -especially strong ones-, but you have never seemed to mind. "Happy anniversary." Juza murmurs back, gold eyes softening. You smile, reaching to peck his lips.
The plan was simple: A one-day trip to that famous area your friends had talked to you about to spend the day using Juza's motorbike. Fun, cheap, and gives you two alone time.
You two had even opted to pick up some food (and desserts, that goes without saying on such a special day) to eat along the way.
As Juza offers you the helmet however you stop him.
âI know we have the whole day ahead but! I wanted to give it to you before we leave,â you say. Itâs a small box, understated black and contrasting with Juzaâs big, rusty hands.
âThe idea is that you open it,â you prompt jokingly, after seeing no movement from his part. âThat way you get to find out whatâs inside.â
It's a leather keychain containing a photo of the two of you, and on the inside, a little message signed with your initial: I love you more. That's it. I win.
You hum content with his expression.
âI wanted you to have something you could carry. What do you think? You could put the dorm's keys, the motorbike one, maybe even...â
Juza focuses his attention on you, his boyfriend. Over the course of him opening the gift, youâve settled into a comfortable space next to him, sharing your warmth. You continue talking, unaware of his intense gaze focused on you, as if nothing else existed.
"I love you."
Your stop mid-sentence, because it's not always the autumn member is this upfront. In seconds, heat rises to your cheeks. Before you can articulate a response he takes up something from his bag. "Here."
Still processing everything you open it, finding a small little charm, meticulously carved and painted. You pick it up. Itâs engraved with a date you donât recognize. Thank you, it says.
âThis is not, uh, our anniversary date, right?â you canât really pinpoint what happened that day.
"...we met."
"Uh?"
Juza rests a hand on the back of his neck, something you have come to notice when he's embarrassed. "S'the day we met," he says eventually. "Iâ kept thinkin' bout it lately 'cause it was an important day... Sorry if itâs lame.â
You look back at the charm, warmth rushing into your chest. Indeed, you two had known each other for a while before entering into a relationship. But to think the autumn member cherished that time just as much took your breath away.
It makes you cry a little, scaring him along the way.
"Y/N?"
You shake your head before cupping his head to kiss him. "It's perfect."
Because itâs so like Juza to see you as much more than just his boyfriend. You are his pilar. His confident. His proud partner in life.
And as the motorbike finally starts moving, your arms tightly wrapped around him, knowing you have nothing to worry about, you can only wish for the next anniversary to be as special as this one.
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I suck at thinking about gifts but let's pretend they are cute pls
Wishing you all a wonderful day! đ
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Always You | JJK (Two)
Summary: you and Jungkook have been best friends since freshmen year of college, thereâs a lot of unsaid feelings and tension but neither make a move. what happens when his friend Taehyung (also your crush) needs a fake girlfriend?
Pairing: Jungkook x Female reader, slight Taehyung x Reader
Genre: friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, roommate au, college au, SMUT (starting ch2), fluff, angst (in later chapters) slight crack, lots of drama
Word Count: 9.3k
Warnings: Swearing, alcohol consumption, oc is a bad friend:(, sexual tension (?), body image issues, oc is feeling a lil insecure, mentions of sex, sounds of sex, crying, male masturbation, fantasy includes: spanking and vaginal intercourse.
Notes: thanks for the love for the first partâŚheres part 2! I hope everyone enjoys:) get ready for drama to come hahaha. If you wanted to be added to the taglist just send me an ask or whatevs, and feel free to send one if you want to discuss the story!
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Gentleman: âA civilized, educated, sensitive, or well-mannered man.â Is how the dictionary defines the word but if you were to look up the term in your own dictionary it would just be a picture of Taehyungâs handsome as hell face.
Opening the car door, pulling your chair out, holding your hand, softly gripping your waist, making you feel like the only one in the roomâTaehyung is doing everything right. Your mind should be overwhelmed with the thought of Taehyung. He should be filling your every sense, he should be the only thing you can understand. He should be. But every time his perfect lips land on the skin of your cheek, your mind somehow finds Jungkook. That son of a bitch.
Thereâs a string of warm lights dangling on the restaurants brick walls, and itâs almost picture perfect but one of the bulbs is out and itâs making the scene less ideal. Your eyes keep going back to the one bulb that refuses to shine. You just want everything to be perfect.
âI know I already told youâŚâ Taehyung is sitting across from you, his gentle smile making your heart flutter, âBut you look so pretty tonight.â
You know you should be gazing into his chocolate eyes but you canât keep your eyes from shifting towards that stupid ass bulb. All the other bulbs are lit up just fucking fine but this bulb wants to be difficult. It just hasto go against everyone else. Your eyes narrow at the string of lights and you scoff. This stupid bulb reminds you of someone.
Taehyung brought you to a decently fancy restaurant, the food is alright but he says the main attraction is the monster baked cookie with ice cream melting over the top. He is excited like a child at the mention of his favorite dessert, you canât help but smile fondly towards him.
âSoâŚâ Taehyung slides the dessert closer to you, âI never asked but how did Jungkook take the whole not really talking in public thing?â
Your eyes shoot up to the stupid bulb and you blink at it a few times. âIâŚâ Your gaze drifts back to him. âI didnât tell him.â
Taehyung drops his napkin at the news, his eyes slightly widening as he processes your words.
âWe just arenât talking right now.â
You wince as the words leave your mouth, but itâs true. You are a coward who is just ignoring her best friend because you donât have the balls to face him. You donât have the balls to forgive him and you definitely donât have the balls to inform him that heâs out of the picture for a month. Because you donât have the balls to admit to yourself you chose a boy over your friend. Basically youâre just a bitch with no balls!
âYeah, he isnât really talking to me either.â Taehyung chuckles bitterly, âHeâs really against thisâŚI mean, I knew he was protective over you butââ
âProtective my ass.â You lean back in your chair, âHeâs just being stupid.â
Taehyung looks at you and frowns. It makes you want to kiss his pouting lips.
âBut thank you.â
Taehyungâs quizzical expression makes you snort,
âFor the compliment. Thank you. You look really handsome as well.â You smile, your hand sliding across the table to hold his. You gently squeeze and pull back, letting go. Taehyung smiles at you but something strange settles in his eyes. Heâs struck with an awkward expression as he forces another smile, his lips pulled together tightly.
âThanks y/nâ He opens his mouth then closes then opens, âFor doing this. Seriously, thank you.â
âWell, youâre kind of supplying me with free coffee.â You laugh into your hand.
âRegardless,â Taehyung leans back in his chair, âYouâre a good friend.â
Right. Friend... But you feel optimistic you will flee this place! The god forsaken friend zone! You smile at Taehyung, grabbing your fork and cutting into the cookie with it. You stare into Taehyungâs dark eyes as you bring the fork to your lipsâokay yes, you are most definitely trying to make this sexyâyou open your mouth wide and wrap you lips around the piece of cookie, you never break contact with Taehyung. You chew slowly and roll your eyes to the back of your head, like the dramatic ass bitch you are. You open an eye to see his reaction, you see him gulp and a small smile begins forming on his lips.
âmmmâ you moan again.
âRIGHT?!â
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âWe got some pretty insta worthy photos!â Taehyung chuckles into your hair as he pulls back from the hug. âI would say tonight was a success!â
Right. A success. Because this is all for show. To get this Anna girl off his back. Not because he likes you or anything. You canât help but feel disappointed in his words.
âThatâs good Tae.â Your hands linger on his back, not wanting to let go completely. âIâll see you tomorrow right?â
âAnd the next day and the next day,â he teases, âAnd donât forget this weekend is the pool party at my friend Jinâs house.â Then Taehyung nibbles on his lips, âJungkook is goingâŚso you should probably talk to him.â
You probably should of figured Jungkook is going to goâŚbut that doesnât stop you from feeling shocked. You should tell him he needs to lay low in public for a month but you guys arenât talking already so do you really have to have that discussion with him?
âWeâll see.â
Taehyung steps forward and grabs your hand, ây/nâŚI know I said no Jungkook but I really just meant that you two arenât all over each other in publicâŚyou donât have to ignore him at home tooâŚIâm sure he isnât feeling great about it. And honestly, it makes me feel guilty too.â He admits softly, his hand feels sweaty in yours.
âHeâs an asshole.â You let go of his hand, you feel your chest tighten and you hate yourself.
âWhy?â
âIt doesnât matter. I should get inside now.â
âOkayâŚâ Taehyung leans in for another quick hug and places a kiss on your forehead. You wish you could enjoy it but on the other side of this forehead are thoughts of Jungkook. Once again, that son of a bitch.
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The next few days pass quickly, you and Taehyung have gone on two more dates.
The second date felt like a movieâit was classic and dreamy. Taehyung picked you up and drove you over to the next town that was having a carnival. You walked around holding hands, eating cotton candy and laughing at his jokes. The night ended with the ferris wheel, where you two got some insta worthy picturesâone shot including his lips on yours.
It felt so surreal. He posted it on Instagram that night with the caption âHerâ with purple hearts and within a couple hours there were at least 50 comments congratulating the two of you.
Third date you two went to a drive in theater. You fed each other popcorn, talked over the radioâs audio and took snaps to prove your date to the world.
This week has been nothing short of amazing. Taehyung is absolutely perfect. You feel like the only girl in the world with him. Like you donât have to compete with anyone. Unfortunately, the week may have felt amazing on the outside, on the inside itâs beenâŚweird.
The weird part of this week is the lack of Jungkook. Your usual cereal at noon on Tuesdays didnât happen, your usual weekly episode of My Hero didnât happen, your usual chit chat and banter didnât occur. Just silence and awkward passes.
Itâs all your doing thoughâŚJungkook has tried. He still sat at the breakfast table munching on Apple Jacks while you passed him by, walking out your front door to meet Taehyung. He saved this weekâs episode to your list so you could watch it. He has sent you multiple texts saying heâs sorry and he misses you but you ignored them. You have purposely started putting a distance between the two of you and it makes you uncomfortable.
You remind yourself that, besides doing this because Taehyung requested it, it is also for the best.
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You sit at the edge of your bed staring at the bouquet of flowers Taehyung had sent you this morning. You eye the flowers, taking in their gorgeous appearance. Theyâre open and full and colorful. But why do you look at them and feel disappointed?
They seem to be begging for water, so you stand to your feet and grab the bouquet. You head for the kitchen to find your mothers crystal vase so you can place the beautiful flowers in it.
Jungkook is sitting at the breakfast table, slurping on some noodles and playing on his phone. You completely ignore him as you walk into the kitchen.
You stand on your tip toes to try to reach the vase in the cupboard but itâs too high for you. God damn it, you think. Thereâs no way in hell youâre asking Jungkook for help, no way in hell!
*about 10 pathetic seconds later*
âJungkook, will you help me?â
You donât even turn around to face him, you just raise your voice so hears you. Yeah, youâre a coward. You hear the screech of the chair against the tiled floor and you shiver. Jungkook doesnât say anything as he walks up behind you, his chest coming flush against your back and you swear if he tried to pay attention he could probably feel your heartbeat through the contact. You stay frozen as he reaches his arms above you and grabs the vase. He must of just done laundry because his detergent fills your nostrils, its clean and refreshing. He sets the vase down on the counter and he continues to stand closely behind you, his scent now overwhelming your senses.
âThese flowers are pretty.â He leans down to say in your ear. His hand coming down to hold on to your waist. âBut you only like tulips.â
You canât help but roll your eyes, âThese are fine too.â
âYeah, they are.â He admits. âBut theyâre not what you want.â He squeezes your waist, then heâs backing away from your body and a chill is left behind as he gets further away. Itâs like the further he walks away from you the colder you become. As if Jungkook is the source of your warmth.
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Itâs Saturday afternoon and you are finally done getting ready. Taehyung is taking you out to a pool party today, hosted by one of his close friendsâJim? No, Jin. You know youâve heard Jungkook talk about him before but havenât gotten the chance to meet him since heâs a bit older and already graduated.
You look in the mirror as you tug your oversized shirt over your shorts. Underneath is a plain black bikini but unfortunately today is not a good dayâyouâre bloated as hell and it shows. At least you think it does. You continue to rate yourself in the mirror when Jungkook walks past your room.
âDidnât know you were so self obsessed.â He pops in to say.
You turn to face him and as soon as he sees your frustrated expression he knows youâre on the verge of waterworks.
âWoah woah, whats wrong?â Jungkook is quick to rush to your side. Youâve been ignoring him for a week yet he still rushes to you when you need him. Youâre a god damn bitch.
âI feel fat but I have a pool party to attend to andââ
âYouâre going to that tooâŚ?â Jungkook eyes the ground under his feet. He sounds disappointed.
You try to steady your breathing but you feel a breakdown coming and Jungkook can sense it too.
âYouâre not fat.â He states plainly.
âYou wouldnât know with these clothes Iâm wearing.â You try to reason.
âThen take them off and show me.â Heâs obviously aware of the bathing suit underneath but still, his words do something strange to you.
âNo, Iâm ugly.â Is all you respond with.
ây/n I donât have time for this, either show me or like, donât go.â
âFine!â
You begin unbuttoning your shorts, painfully slow. He watches as you fumble with the zipper as you slide it down. You drag the shorts down your legs one by one and then you reach for the hem of your shirt pulling it over your head. This leaves you half naked and feeling incredibly vulnerable.
Jungkook eyes you up and down quite shamelessly. His tongue darts out to lick his lip and he muffles a groan,
âYou look fine.â He says so nonchalantly it makes you want to pull his hair out.
âJust fine?â
âYou look good y/nâ he says, his eyes sliding to the left. You donât feel quite satisfied with his answer so you step towards him, getting so close he is forced to step back until his back is against the wall.
âHow good?â you say, your voice dipping lower than usual, âSo good you wouldâ"
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Your phone.
âHello? âŚ.Hey Tae. No need, Iâll just meet you at your car. Okay, bye.â You click the phone off and throw it on your bed. You gather your clothes and put them back on as Jungkook stands there awkwardly. Once you have your things you turn to face Jungkook.
âWell Tae is hereâŚâ you motion towards the door. âLook, if youâre going to be at the party can you try toâŚrespect my fake relationship? We wanna make it as real as possââ
âI get it.â Jungkook snaps before walking out your bedroom. Fantastic.
~~~
âAnd this is y/n.â Taehyung pushes you forward by the shoulders as you stumble in front of all these new faces.
âHi everyone.â You squeak out.
Everyone gives you a warm welcome, many handshakes and hugs later you feel well acquainted. You notice a familiar face. Heâs laughing with Jin over some beers and you smile in their direction. Namjoon, a friend you met freshmen year. He notices you look in his direction and he waves you over. So you walk towards him and Jin, Namjoon handing you a drink as you get closer.
âLong time no see y/n!â his dimples light up the entire backyard. He glances between you and Taehyung, who is chatting with some others.
âYou and our Taehyungie, huh?â He grins at you, âhonestly, I thought you would end up with Jungkook.â You canât help but blush at that. A real deep blush. Namjoon chuckles but his eyes hold pity.
âno no not Jungkook.â You laugh awkwardly.
âWell, Jungkook has always spoken really highly of you so I am sure Taehyung is a lucky guy.â Jin chimes in.
For some reason you feel sick at that. Jungkook speaks highly of you? Yet here you are ignoring him for another guy. You are avoiding your own best friend because of a boy. Fuck, you are the worst.
âthanks guysâŚwell, Iâm gonna go see Tae.â
You walk over to Taehyung, and when he spots you he absolutely lights up. His boxy grin taking over his entire face.
âThereâs my girl,â he pulls you in for a hug and places a kiss to your head. You want to melt, you want to feel the lava of love drown you but instead you feel anxious as you notice Jungkook from across the yard. Heâs got a beer to his lips and his eyes on you.
âThanks for doing this y/n.â Taehyung also catches the pair of eyes watching the two of you. He meets Jungkookâs hard gaze and automatically Taehyung is filled with anxiety as well. Jungkook just shakes his head towards his friend and takes a generous sip of his drink.
âEverything okay?â you ask, squeezing his hand in yours.
âEverything is fine.â He says with a tight lip smile. âJust glad youâre here.â He says honestly.
A few hours pass, and the whole gang is crowded in the pool. Mostly everyone is drunk, but you are pretty sober. Not wanting a repeat of last weekend. Yikes, amirite ladies? Taehyung has his hands all over you, which you donât really mind. The thought of him touching you was once something that might make you faint but youâve grown comfortable. Your eyes scan the pool when you notice Jungkook is nowhere to be found. Did he go home already? Maybe he was feeling so down because youâve been ignoring himâŚgod, you hate yourself. You just need to talk to him. Youâre a shitty friend, for sure.
âIâm gonna be right back,â you whisper to Taehyung. He only nods his head and continues chatting with his friends.
Jinâs house is beyond nice, and also huge. You are trying to find the bathroom but feel like you are opening every door but the one youâre looking for. Thereâs only one door left at the end of the main hall and you bet your entire ass itâs the bathroom. You reach for the door knob when you hear something muffled on the other side. Oh, itâs taken.
âThanks for this.â Itâs a womanâs voice.
âNo problem.â Its Jungkook. You feel your stomach drop. What makes you feel worse is how detached Jungkook sounds. He sounds far away and broken. The doorknob begins to rattle and you try to make a run for it in time but are too late. The door is swinging open and one of Jinâs friends is walking out and in the background you see Jungkook zipping up his pants. His eyes meet yours and you want to run the fuck away.
ây/n?â Jungkookâs eyes expand twice their size as he spots you.
âI wasâŚI was just looking for the bathroom.â
Jungkookâs face hardens, âWell, you found it.â He makes his way to pass you but you grab on to his arm to stop him.
âWait,â you breathe in and out, trying to give yourself time to think of what you want to say.
âWhat is it?â his voice is somehow softer than he probably intended.
âI want to talk to youâŚexplain to you why Iâve been ignoring you.â
âYeah, youâre still pissed at me, I fucking get it.â He spits out bitterly.
âItâsâŚitâs more than that.â
âMore than that? Did I do something more? What did I do? y/n just tell meâŚâ He rocks back and forth on his heels, his eyes glued to the ground.
âYouâre going to be so mad at me, maybe even hate meââ
âYou know I could never hate you.â He whispers, sounding so sincere it crushes you.
You glance around your surroundings, making sure no one is around and drag him back into the bathroom for some privacy. You shut the door behind you, trying so hard to ignore the smell of sex.
âTae thoughtââ you begin but Jungkook is already rolling his eyes to the back of his head.
âOf course Tae thought.â His tone almost scares you. âLet me guess? Taehyung doesnât want me around while you guys are fake dating. Thatâs not fucking weird to you?â He grits between his teeth. He balls up his fists at his side, you see his knuckles turn white and it makes you feel uneasy.
âHe made some good pointsâŚâ
âOh really?â Jungkook laughs bitterly, âLike what?â
You looked into Jungkookâs doe eyes and feel a sense of guilt, like you somehow made the wrong choice.
âHe thinks weâre too close. And heâs right. It would be weird if Iâm super closer to another guy while dating him.â you reason, but your face falls when you see Jungkookâs scrunched up expression.
âYou think weâre too close?â he whispers.
Well, yes. But also, no. Of course not, but also yes. How do you tell Jungkook all of that?
âPeople always think weâre dating or fucking orââ
âOh? And all the sudden we care what people think?â his voice wavers from the rollercoaster of emotions he is feeling.
âJungkook wait, Iâm wording this all wrong. Itâs just for a month okay?â
âYou wanna date him that badly? That you would throw me away?â he grits out.
âHey! Thatâs not fucking fair.â
âSo what? Say your little fantasy comes true and he decides he wants to date you for real? Am I still out of the picture?â
âNo no, of course notâŚâ you shake your head and reach for his hands but he pulls away.
âSo then whatâs the difference now?â
Jungkook has a good point but youâre at a loss for words. Too choked up to speak.
âAnd you know what y/n? Fuck you for choosing him over me in the first place.â And with that Jungkook breezes past you, swings open the bathroom door and is out of your view.
Jungkook has never spoken to you like that before, you stand there with your mouth hung open and tears forming in your eyes.
Heâs right. You fucked up. You did a fucked up thing. You chose a boy who may not even actually like you over the one guy who has always had your back.
ây/n?â you snap your head in the direction of the door to see Taehyung standing there. A look of disappointment decorating his face.
âI was told you and Jungkook were in the bathroomâŚâ he spits out.
âI had to talk to him, thatâs all.â
âYeah, but how does this look for me?â Taehyung speaks sternly. You did NOT need this right now.
âTaeââ
âYou couldnât even last more than a week y/n.â he scoffs.
âListen could we just talk about this later?â you ask with pleading eyes.
âIâll call an uber.â He motions towards the hallway, âwe can talk tomorrow.â
You slump your shoulders and nod your head, tomorrow sounds like itâs for the best.
3 days have passed and neither Jungkook nor Taehyung have talked to you.
You hear Jungkook come in and out of the apartment but youâre too shy to make a move outside of your bedroom. Heâs either coming from classes, the gym, Jimins, or some girls house and youâre dying to know which.
You have been hibernating in your room, taking comfort in your bed when you get a notification from Instagram.
@V tagged you in a post.
You scramble to unlock your phone so you can view the post. Once you are on the app you click on you notifs and click on the post.
Itâs a picture of you eating cotton candy from when he took you to the fair on your date. With the caption:
âMissing my girl tonightâ
And a bunch of heart emojis. Your own heart sinks. He misses you? You close the app and instead open your messages.
y/n 9:08pm
You miss me for the show or is there some truth behind that?
Taehyung 9:20pm
Maybe itâs both?
Taehyung 9:22pm
I am sorry for how I left thingsâŚI was just kinda embarrassed that my supposed girl was with another guy,,,in a bathroom.
y/n 9:24pm
trust me I know how it looks and im sorryâŚ
y/n 9:26pm
If it makes you feel any better Jungkook isnât talking to me either.
Taehyung 9:26pm
Of course that doesnât make me feel better, he is your best friendâŚ
y/n 9:28pm
tae, I hope we can continue thisâŚI still want to help youâŚ
Taehyung 9:34pm
Ill pick you up at 6 for a date tmrw: )
y/n 9:34pm
I cant wait: ) : )
You click your phone off and toss it on the other side of the bed, you squeal in excitement as the realization hits that Taehyung still wants to do this with you.
You hear Jungkook on the other side of the wall, yelling into what you assume is his headset. Heâs gaming. You miss him so god damn much. He has no idea what his silence is doing to you. You try to focus your attention on tomorrows date with Taehyung but you canât help the feeling in the pit of your stomach. Guilt. You were an awful friend and now thinking about it you are continuing to be an awful friend. If he even counts you as friends anymore.
âfuck youâ
Those words ring loud and clear in your ears. You didnât even know Jungkook was capable of speaking to you like that. It fucking hurts.
Jungkook is in his room pacing back and forth. He saw it. The insta post. And he feels like heâs losing you. Neither of you have made a move to speak to the other. Heâs just too hurt and you continue to see Taehyung? You obviously donât feel too bad about the whole ordeal. And 3 days is just too long. A week was too long, but somehow these 3 days are worse.
Jungkook grabs his phone and opens up tinder. He messages one of the girls thatâs been teasing him lately. He figures now is the time to make more of a move.
Jungkook 10:00pm
Hey ;) what are you doing tonight?
Leslie 10:10pm
Gonna be thinking about you probably;)
Jungkook 10:12pm
Instead of thinking about me, come see me.
And that was it, thatâs all it took. She was quick to agree and he is already sending her the address.
Itâs after 11pm when you hear the front door open, you quietly get out of bed, curiosity getting the best of you. Was Jungkook leaving? But then you hear a girls voice and you immediately frown. Oh. She sounds pretty. Is that even a thing? Well, she does. And it has you feeling weird. You thought you were over this.
You hear the patter of their footsteps walking towards Jungkookâs room, the sound of his door opening and closing just like that.
You walk back to your bed feeling ashamed for spying, but now you know you wonât be getting any sleep tonight. Fanfuckingtastic.
âaaahhhâŚâ the random girl whines out causing you to shift uncomfortably in your bed.
âMore?â you can hear Jungkookâs muffled voice, he sounds strained. Probably because heâs fucking some girl a few feet away from you.
You reach over to your nightstand for your headphones when you hear Jungkook grunting as the beds headboard bangs against your wall, he groans and moans and you feel yourself getting hotter.
You try not to imagine Jungkook in these scenarios but he soundsâŚno, you wonât have those thoughtsâŚyou donât want to remember. Your hand is still midair when you retreat it back to your bed.
âFuck yeah baby.â You hear him gripe. And you squeeze your thighs together. No, this cannot be happening.
âJungkook! Jungkook!â Fuck, she sounds so fucked out.
âFeels so good, feels so goodâ he pants over and over and you feel the back of your eyes burn.
âgonna comeâ he groans out and your chest is heaving now, your breathing becoming a chore. You canât cry, not over this. He hates you and heâs buried in some other girl. And you want to fucking crying about it. You hear him moaning on the other side of the wall and thenâ
âFuuuuuuccckkâ his orgasm is fucking apparent. Heâs obviously coming and youâre lying in your bed all fucking pathetic with tears staining your cheeks.
Jungkook lays in bed totally fucked out of his mind. This girl is sleeping next to him, trying to her best to cuddle but he resists. He wishes he had time to himself to think properly. He just fucked another girl and thought of you the entire time. He is 100% fucked up. Wait, wait. He needs to explain himselfâŚitâs not like he thought of you like, sexually. Itâs just youâre all thatâs on his mind. Even during fucking sex. And he hates himself for it.
He decides to sneak out of bed to have a shower. He creaks open his door for any sign of life and when there is none he tip toes to the bathroom. Jungkook stands in the shower letting the warm water cascade over his skin, he just stands there lifeless.
Images of you cross his mind and he sinks to his knees, pulling them into his chest and he quietly curses under his breath. He misses you so much and things have gotten so messed up he just doesnât even know how to fix it.
He scrubs himself clean, ridding the scent of the random girl he brought over. He sniffles under the raining water hating himself.
Jungkook dries himself off with your towel, and puts on his shorts. His chest left bare.
He exits the bathroom when he notices a light coming from the kitchen and sees you sitting at the table with a glass of water.
âoh.â Jungkook slips up.
âoh?â you wonder.
âI thought you were fast asleep.â He says, rubbing the back of his neck with a sheepish grin.
âJust woke up.â You lie through your teeth with a strained smile. âCouldnât sleepâŚâ
âI know the feelingâŚâ he admits, walking closer to you.
Jungkook makes his way to the table before pulling out a chair and sitting down next to you.
âListenââ
âJungkookââ
You both begin talking at the same time. Jungkook ushers you to go first.
âIâŚIâm still fake dating Tae.â
âI know.â
âButâŚâ your eyes gloss over, getting choked up trying to continue. âBut I am so sorry.â A few tears spill from your eyes.
âI know y/n.â he reaches his hand to squeeze your knee. You feel so much better with him touching you. âIâm sorry tooâŚI was really harsh. And it pains me every day that I havenât talked to you.â
âTrust me, I get it. I wanted to like, kill myself not talking to you.â Your eyes slam shut as more tears threaten to fall.
Jungkookâs face morphs into a deep frown, âYou know I donât like when you say thatâŚâ
âRightâŚsorry.â
âHonestly y/nâŚI donât know when I will be okay with this, but Iâll respect your wishes for the month.â
âJungkookâŚâ Your hand flies down to his and you squeeze it but heâs quick to let it go.
âIâm mad at you right now.â He admits softly, his breathing is slow and steady. âSo just give me some space.â
~~~
Like magical clockwork you hear light knocking on your front door. You scramble to find your phone and your purse to make it to the door in good time but you hear it being creaked open and the voices of two men. Shit, Jungkook got to the door first.
Ever since you started fake dating Taehyung it seems Jungkook has been keeping a distance from him. You arenât sure why but theyâve been weird. So you want to avoid as much awkwardness as possible. You grab all your belongings and rush to the living room and find the two men sitting on the sofa quietly chatting.
âCan you keep your voice down dude?â Taehyung peers over his shoulder, looking in the direction of your room. âWould if she hears?â
âI wish she would fucking hear,â Jungkook grits through his teeth, his eyes rolling to the back of his head, âWhy donât you just tell her?â he leans back on the back of the sofa, âShe might be understanding, hm? Do it before itâs too late or I swear to god Taehyung I will tell her myself.â
âYou swore you wouldnât say shit. Just like how I swore not to say anyââ
âOkay.â
âIâll tell her dude. Just give me some time toâ"
Jungkookâs eyes shoot up when he hears the light creak of your bedroom door open, he waits expectantly for you to walk through.
âHey guys,â you announce your presence and both boys look up at you and smile. Taehyung with his boxy grin and Jungkook with a tightlipped smile.
âHey y/n, you look nice,â Taehyung stands to his feet and walks towards you, âI mean, you always do.â He stops just in front of you and hands you a bag.
âWhatâs this?â you take the bag and jingle it around a bit.
âjust something for our date.â He grins. âYou can open it later.â Taehyung glances over at Jungkook, âAnyway, letâs get going. See you later man.â He nods toward the boy and faces you again. âshall we?â
You smile up at Taehyung and take his hand in your yours and lead him towards the front door but before you leave you and Jungkook make eye contact and he frowns.
Taehyung being the gentlemen he is runs to the car before you and opens your car door.
âFeet inside?â he asks and youâre nodding yes when he shuts the door for you. He runs around the other side and enters the car himself. Taehyung settles on an old 50âs station with the volume just right. Heâs humming along with a dopey grin on his face, feeling satisfied with his choice.
âWhere are we going?â you ask.
âLetâs get some dinner first then we can do our date activity I have plannedâ he chuckles to himself, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel.
You drive around in comfortable silence when you decide to take your phone out and shoot Jungkook a text.
y/n 6:14pm
You okay?
Jungkook 6:16pm
Donât worry about me while youâre out with another guy
âEverything okay?â Taehyung asks, pulling you out of your thoughts.
âhm? Oh, yeah. Just thinking.â You reply quite honestly.
âAbout Jungkook?â
âWhat?? Why would you assume that?â your voice rises in panic.
âWell, we were all just together and I know you and him are fightingâŚI thought it was a safe assumption.â He laughs awkwardly.
âOhâŚright. Actually, me and Jungkook sorted things out kind of but weâre still barely talking.â
âoh? Really?â Taehyungs grip on the steering wheel tightens.
âHe said he will steer clear for the month, ya know, in public.â
âHeâhe agreed?â Taehyung coughs a few times, his head pushed back in disbelief.
âSomething like that.â You donât really know what to say, this is an awkward thing to be talking about and you wish the subject would change.
âAnyway,â you begin, âHow did things with Anna escalate?â
Taehyung freezes. The color draining from his face as his knuckles turn white from gripping the steering wheel so hard.
âUm.â Taehyung feels sweat beading on his forehead as he tries to come up with an answer.
âYou know how it is,â his mouth feels dry as he tries to speak, âShe just wonât leave me alone and I want to show her that I am taken so she will get the hint.â Then a sly smile spreads across his face âand I think itâs working.â
âYou think so?â you raise a brow in question.
âWell, you are such a convincing girlfriend after all.â His right arm extends towards your knee and he squeezes it. âThanks again y/nâŚâ he almost soundsâŚguilty. But you push that thought away and smile at him. Your sweet smile making him feel even guiltier.
~~~
âDinner was sooo good.â You raise your arms above your head, stretching your body, a satisfied moan leaving you as you lower your arms again.
âI knew youâd like it! Best pizza in town!â Taehyung sets his credit card in the bill holder on the table. âReady for what I have planned next?â
âhmmm, yes.â
The two of you wait for the server to return so you can finish paying so you can leave. Once all finished up at the restaurant the two of you head back to the parking lot and get inside his car to go to your next destination.
âYour apartment?â you ask as you notice his building coming into view.
âYes. But youâll see.â He turns his head quickly to flash you his pearly whites.
The two of you walk to his front door as he unlocks the door. Taehyung has a two bedroom apartment but lives alone. Youâve only ever seen his kitchen and living room and youâre wondering if youâre lucky enough youâll see his bedroom. Hehe but thatâs wishful thinking.
âYou have that bag?â Taehyung asks,
âyup,â you say lifting it up and showing him the precious goods.
âGreat go put it on!â
You tilt your head in confusion but you see how excited he is so you walk to his bathroom and shut the door behind you. Would if it was lingerie? You giggle to yourself at the ridiculous idea.
You open the bag to find some type of clothing. First, you pull out a large white t shirt and next was anâŚapron? The apron was a light pink color with a pocket in the front with your initials embroidered on it. You gasp once you realize it, your heart beating out of your chest as you melt into a puddle on the floor. He got your initials on an apron? You hurry to change into the white t shirt and put the apron on.
âCute.â You murmur to yourself in the mirror before youâre out the door and back into the living room.
âHow do you like it?â Taehyung asks from behind you, surprising you with a glass of water. You take the water gratefully and gulp down a few sips before answering.
âlove it, but whatâs it for?â
Taehyung beams, grabbing your arm and leading you into one of the bedrooms. He stands in front of the door and bounces on his heels.
âReady?â
âYes?â
âNever showed anyone this room but I feel like youâre specialâ Taehyung giggles, âPlus I thought it was a cute date idea.â
âhmm, okay. Iâm ready.â You are such a fool for this boy, his cuteness doing a million things to you.
Taehyung begins to slowly open the door revealing a room with tarp covering the ground and easels taking up space. There are buckets of paint, a variety of colors spread all across. And many, many art pieces.
âYouâŚâ you begin to say in awe, âYouâre an artist, Tae?â
âAspiring.â He chuckles a bit bitterly. âHow would you like to paint together?â
âYou feel comfortable enough with me?â you ask, surprised.
âSomething about youâŚ.â He starts but leaves it hanging. âLetâs paint!â
You dip your paint brush in purple paint and stroke it across the canvas, the color joining a mess of other colors. Thatâs art, right? Fuck, you are not good at this. You sneak a glance over at Taehyung to see him painting a scenic art piece. Thereâs mountains and flowers but somehow in an abstract kind of way, you tilt your head to the side trying to eye it more carefully.
âHey, no peeking!â his bottom lip jutting out in the cutest way. You just want to kiss it.
You stand from your stool and walk over to his, your eyes never leaving his art work.
âIâm trying to figure out what I am looking at. Donât get me wrong, its super cool. But like thereâs this beautiful tree with flowers but also shapes??â
âIts abstract, y/n.â his tone is light and makes you flutter. âI like it this way.â He says softly.
âme too.â You look at him, his eyes meeting yours. His gaze shifts to your lips.
âheh really?â Taehyungâs cheeks turn a wonderful shade of pink, like the flowers on his canvas.
âYou really are amazing, arenât you?â
âMe? Letâs see what you got!â He stands from his stool and begins walking over to your art work.
âNo!â you stand in his way, your arms flailing above your head. âItâs not good!â You laugh and push his chest back with your hands, Taehyung wobbles in place as he laughs at your dramatics.
âIt canât be that bad.â
You finally let him walk past you, he stands in front of your canvas with his finger on his chin,
âOkay, it can be that bad.â
Taehyung bubbles with laughter and you hit his shoulder but end up laughing with him.
âI told you.â You pout. Taehyung stares at you, his eyes once again shifting towards your lips and you arenât going to play dumb, of course youâve noticed.
âWhat?â you jut your lip out even more, walking just a bit closer to him.
âNothing, youâre just cute.â Taehyung admits. His long fingers brush against your cheek as he pushes a piece of hair behind your ear.
âLike, really cute.â
Well, holy shit. Your heart and also your vagina cannot take this.
âHow cute?â you breathe out.
âSo cute I could kiss you.â Taehyung walks closer, his foot bumping into yours. âButâŚâ He looks down at the ground, guilt beginning to surface, ây/n I have to tellââ
You tilt your head up and meet his lips for a peck on the lips taking him by surprise. Taehyung knits his brows together and is about to say something when he sighs out instead. One of his hands travel to cup the back of your head to bring you closer to him and he kisses you again. He deepens the kiss. Its slow and thereâs no tongue, just lips moving tenderly against one another. You feel so light and airy like you could just float away until he abruptly pulls back.
âWhatâs wrong?â you panic, worry filling your eyes.
âWeâwe shouldnât do that.â He finally says after a moment. Why? It was just some kissing between two people who possibly like each other? Itâs not like you were delusional right? Itâs not like you were making this up in your head. The flowers, the apron, the dinners, the car door, the âmissing my girlâ, the way he treats you canât just be because of some fake dating bullshit. You know he is known for his kindness but to this extent?
âWhy?â you finally say.
âBecause,â Taehyung drags a hand across his face, âNo oneâs around. Letâs just take our picturesââ
BBrrrrrr bbbrrrr brrrrrr bbbrrrr
Taehyungâs phone is sitting on the table next to where the two of you are, itâs going off and you naturally glance over.
Incoming call: Anna
Taehyung races to turn it off, his face flushing and his hands have become sweaty.
âSheâŚshe just doesnât give up.â He chuckles awkwardly, his phone in his grasp as you hear the buzzing of incoming messages.
âIs that her too?â you ask, feeling sorry for him.
âUh, yeahâŚprobably.â He says, his eyes looking all over the room but never on you.
âWell, letâs see what sheâs saying.â You say nonchalantly, reaching for his phone but he yanks his hand back and barks a loud âNoâ. Startled, you step away from him.
âSorry, I justâŚâ he rubs his neck.
âNo no, itâs okay, I shouldnât have reached for your phone like thatâŚâ Something is off, You can feel it. But you want to push that feeling away.
âLetâs just take the pictures, I need to get home soon.â
âYeah, okay.â Taehyung forces a smile.
~~~
Something is off with Taehyung. The way he wanted to kiss you but then pulled back. The way he got super weird after Anna called. Has she traumatized him that much? Is she like a real, legit stalker who is totally and completely obsessed with him? You feel bad for the guy, he seems like he probably has trust issues or something. Maybe he thinks you might turn out to be like her and heâs scared of that so thatâs why he is pushing you away.
Thatâs gotta be it. You roll around in your bed about to finally get some sleep when you hear music blaring through the wall. Jungkook. You roll your eyes at his choice of timing. The clock reads after midnight, why the hell is he blasting music at this time?
You rise from your bed and storm into his room. Jungkook looks surprised to see you as he is in the middle of doing pushupsâshirtless.
His muscles ripple with every movement and it has you practically drooling.
âUh, can I help you?â Jungkook doesnât look very annoyed, mostly amused.
âItâs late, Jungkook. Can you turn this shit down?â
âCanât. Didnât get a work out in todayâŚso here I am.â He rises to his feet, shrugging.
The music is some horrible rock back that you canât stand and Jungkook knows this. He fucking knows this. Wow, he really is mad at you still.
âListen dude,â you put your hands on your hips, âIâve had a weird day and I just want to relax.â
âOh baby, I can think of a way for you to relax.â He winks. You want to puke, why is Jungkook so gross.
âEw.â
âSoâŚhow was it?â Jungkookâs eyes fall to the ground.
âWhat?â
âHowâhow was your date with Taehyung?â he doesnât raise his eyes, they stay glued to the floor.
âIt wasâŚâ you get flashbacks to the awkward date, âfine.â You finish, not wanting to give Jungkook any more reason to dislike you and Taehyung together. âYeah, it was fineâ you force a smile.
âYou know I know better than anyone when youâre lying.â He says, finally looking at you again.
Fuck. Heâs right, if anyone knows you and your lying habits its Jungkook. He can read you like his favorite book. And itâs like, a picture book. Super fucking easy.
âIt was fine Jungkook.â You lie again.
âWhat happened?â his tone eases into something softer, something more comforting and it almost makes you break and tell him the truth. Almost. But not quite.
âNothing happened. Keep the music down, Iâm going to bed.â
Jungkook watches as you spin on your heels to exit his bedroom, his eyes caving and watching your ass the entire time. He has a love-hate relationship with your house shorts, theyâre sexy as hell and thatâs the problem.
Jungkook turns the volume down on his speakers and sits on the edge of his bed. His head falls into his hands as he thinks about your date with Taehyung. Something must have happened. He knows it. He feels it. But he canât force you to tell him.
He lays back on his bed and his face hardens as he thinks more about your fake relationship. He wants to beat Taehyungs ass. He wish he could tell you but itâs not his place and he just wishes Taehyung will do the right thing.
While staying loyal to Taehyung is he betraying you?
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Best friend: âA person you value over other friends in your life, someone you have fun with, someone you trust and someone in whom you confide.â Thatâs how the dictionary would describe the word but in Jungkookâs dictionary it would just be your cute face. Everything about you is cute to him, the way you walk, talk, dress, sneeze, just everything.
Even when you look gross as hell in the mornings dealing with a nasty hangover he still viewed you asâŚcute.
When Jungkook first noticed you was in his Literature class that took place on Tuesdays and Thursdays. He knew you always sat in the back and took your notes without really paying him any attention. And not to sound like a cocky bastard butâŚwhy not? He obviously thought you were pretty and there was something about youâŚ
The second time he noticed you was at some frat party where he caught you staring at him and he thought he finally might have a chance at talking to you. Or get in your pants at least. He could one and done this situation and move on with his life but much to his surprise you werenât interested in getting dicked down by him. No, you were interested in justâŚhanging out. Which he wasnât use to. Most girls just wanted to say the got with the Jeon Jungkook and donât pay him any mind for something serious. Because apparently he isnât the type of guy you could be âseriousâ with. Itâs not like he doesnât hear the rumors. He hated this honestlyâŚbut he guesses itâs his own fault.
He even playfully offered to take you upstairs that night but you refused him. Much too shy. So he got a better idea: the 24 hour diner down the road.
You ended up talking until 9 am the next morning, laughing and snorting, telling tons of stories that cracked the two of you up. He even shared deeply personal information with you that shocked the both of you. But it just felt rightâtalking to you. He felt like he could open his heart to you, like he was making a real friend.
Jungkook doesnât have much of a dating historyâŚhe mostly just sleeps around and is okay with thatâbecause he has to be. Like what was said earlier, Jungkook isnât a guy you get âseriousâ with and all the girls knew that. It just started with one girl spreading the fact he isnât the type to âdoâ relationships. He thought this would cause girls to try harder and try to change him or whatever. But none cared enough. He guessesâŚhe just isnât worth it. Does Jungkook yearn for something more? You wouldnât know because he has never voiced it. Even though he isnât lucky in love, he did get super lucky in a friend. Thatâs you. He cherishes your friendship more than anything in the world and wouldnât do anything to risk ruining it.
3 years ago
âWhat about you?â you smile at him with all your teeth, âWhat are your parents like?â
You didnât know at the time but this question made Jungkook feel the very dread he avoids feeling.
He looked into your wide eyes and couldnât help the sigh that escapes his lips.
âDad cheated the whole time and moms not around anymore.â Jungkook picks at his cuticles.
You felt a pang of guilt for bringing it upâŚbut you were too curious to stop.
âWhere did she go?â you canât seem to stop yourself from asking.
Jungkook pauses his bad habit, his fingers coming to a halt.
âCan we change the subject?â he finally says, a small smile spreading across his lips, âItâs like, uhâŚa touchy subject. Ya know?â he almost looks as if he feels bad that he canât confide in you.
âI promise I will tell you about it someday.â He swears with his pinky joining your pinky. You felt content with his answer but somehow you knew he probably never would.
Jungkook lays in his bed with his head dangling off the edge. Its 10 at night and youâre still not back. You had another date with Taehyung todayâhe knows because he follows the both of you on Instagram and you posted a photo of Taehyung in front of a mural thatâs located just downtown. He grabs his phone to check your location and unfortunately you are still in the same spotâTaehyungs apartment. He hates this. Why does he hate this? Because Taehyung doesnât deserve you and what heâs doing is not right. But he canât tell you that because none of this is his business. Instead all he does is piss you off and he hates himself for it.
He truly thinks the world of you, he truly wants nothing but the best for you and he truly loves you. Youâre his best friend.
Jungkook starts to doze off when he hears the front door being unlocked. Itâs you.
Quickly, Jungkook jumps to his feet and scurries to his bedroom door and places his ear over the wood. He hears you talkingâŚthen another voice. Youâre not alone. Its muffled but he makes out what youâre saying.
âIt was amazing T,â oh, youâre with Trina. âHe got me flowers, took pictures of me and got all my best angles.â He hears you giggling then another voice joins you in your laughter.
âI told you! This was a great idea!â Trina says, Jungkook rolls his eyes.
âHe was such a gentlemen the whole time and itâŚI know itâs not real but I donât know manâŚit feels real sometimes.â
âGirl, he would be stupid not to have a thing for you.â For once, Trina and Jungkook agree on something.
âI would actually kill myself if he did!â you giggle.
Jungkook goes rigid at your words, his jaw clenching so hard it ticks. He hates when you say shit like that, it creates a suffocating bubble around him thatâs too hard to pop.
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Jungkook decides heâs eavesdropped enough and settles back on his bed. He lays back, his arms folded behind him. He feels beyond frustrated and doesnât know what could cure this. Well, maybe sex? Maybe he should call up some girlâŚmaybe that could make him feel better. But somehow that didnât appeal to him so much in this moment when his brain is occupied of you. So he settles for himself. Itâs been a while since Jungkook gave himself a handy but heâs not opposed of going for it.
The lights are off and Jungkook is deciding if he wants to watch porn or settle for his imagination. A girl he use to hook up with enters his mind and he decides to roll with it, he dips his hands underneath his boxers to feel up his hardening length. He reaches for his nightstand to squirt some lube in his hand, his cock is only half hard by the time heâs gently stroking himself. The skin on his cock is smooth with few veins decorating the length, heâs already leaking precum while his imagination starts up.
He thinks of this girl and her lips, how she looks with them wrapped around his greedy cock and he becomes even harder. Fuck, he canât remember her nameâa piece of shit move but he doesnât care at this point. Heâs stroking himself faster, gathering the precum at his tip and smearing it around. A light moan escapes his lips as he tugs on the head of his cock harder. His other hand drags his boxers down his legs as his continues to stroke himself and then reaches to fondle his balls. He groans at the sensation.
He then thinks of the girls ass in the air, her wiggling it around and begging him to fuck her. Her ass is round and plump, it jiggles slightly as she squirms below him. His hand moves quickly as his thoughts get dirtier. He doesnât see her face just her ass and her voice sounds a lot likeâŚyours. Fuck, he canât be thinking of you right now. Heâs pissed at you, his thoughts growing angry yet somehow his hand doesnât stop. Heâs so close it fucking hurts.
âFuckâŚy/n..â he whimpers into his shoulder. He now sees your face, underneath him, your hair all splayed out. Your lips are swollen and you whine for him, begging for him to fuck into you faster. Jungkook squeezes his eyes shut at that image, his hand stroking him impossibly fast as he is beginning to lose all composure. He shouldnât be thinking of you right now, or everânot like this. But he hears you beg for him, he imagines flipping you over, demanding you to raise your ass in the air. You beg to be punished, you beg for him to spank you, and he does. He pulls his hand back and slaps your needy ass and you whimper. He does it again and again.
He sees himself insert his cock into your pussy and heâs thrusting in and out like his life depends on it. Jungkookâs hand squeezes desperately around his throbbing member, he cries out quietly as he fucks you in his mind.
He imagines you reaching your own high, your moans and screams ringing in his ears and thatâs what sets him over the edge. His cum spurts out of his swollen cock, spraying all over his hand as he begins to come to a stop on himself.
âfuck fuck fuck fuckâ Jungkook is out of breath, his fantasy too much for him to handle. âWhat the fuck did I justâŚ.â
He sits in complete silence as his breathing comes down. Did he just? He is not supposed to do that.
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Hey Librarian!
Any modern AUs?
Oh goodness. The Librarian has gotten this ask many, many times and itâs a valid question! However, it is so broad that itâs impossible to make just one list?Â
All that said, here are a few modern AUs that the Librarian loves but maybe hasnât listed as often as the ones on their favorites list. Please know that this list is incomplete, so check out the other modern lists below the cut!Â
Wolfstar Modern AUs: B sideÂ
Ever Thus by @wolfstarting âRight, well Iâd say itâs about time to put an end to this nonsense, wouldnât you?â James nodded sagely. âYouâve obviously still got some things to chat through with him, but he will talk to you about it, Remus. He thinks the world of you, you know that. But the important thing is that you do talk because nothingâs going to get sorted if you just sit cry-wanking in your room.â The world is excruciating and enthralling in equal measure. The gang try their hardest to navigate it as real, legitimate adults.
DĂŠjĂ Vu by @remus-john-lupin Sirius swears heâs seen this guy before, and heâs dying to figure it out.
A Promise by @kattlupin Remus Lupin and Sirius Black are two strangers both seeking solace in solo trips to Paris. Strangers that is, until happenstance sits them together on a plane and their solo trips turn into a romantic adventure together.
Chocolate Cake part of the Just Desserts series by @theprongsletthatlived âYes, Remus Lupin is gorgeous, smart, funny, and hands down the best lay Sirius has ever had. Sometimes, Sirius just canât get enough of himâof his plump mouth or the sweetness that seems to radiate out of his pores. Heâll even admit that he does prefer Remusâ company to anyone elseâs ninety percent of the time. Butâjust because your favorite dessert is chocolate cake doesnât mean youâll never crave a cookie, right?âÂ
Lost to You Yourself by OfALaurel Sirius Black writes gay porn for a skin mag, and meets Remus Lupin, who does professional readings (audio recordings) of his fictions, and there is flirting, and courting, and love over narratives, cds, and fictionality.
Something Beautiful -orphaned account When Remus Lupin's ex talks him into a drunken tattoo mistake, he goes to his friend and co-worker Lily for help. Luckily her husband's best mate is a tattoo artist who can help with the cover up. Unfortunately for Remus, the tattoo in in a rather compromising area, and he'll have to get over his embarrassment. Luckily for him, Sirius Black is just the man for the job.
There is a Light That Never Goes Out by WolfstarGarden Siriusâ breath puffed a warm tickle around his ear. âYouâre gorgeous... I want to take you out, somewhere nice, away from Prongs and Evans. Can I?â Remus opened his mouth, but the yes he had intended instead came out, âWhy?â
The Barista, the Burglar, and the Sofa by SeasOfTrees This is the story of twenty-three year old Remus Lupin, an overworked graduate student and underpaid barista, who comes home one day to find an exceptionally attractive man has broken into his flat. Given the neighborhood he lives in, that isnât a huge surprise. He is surprised, though, when the burglar comes back with a sofa. Alternatively, this is the story of how Sirius Black tries to seduce a man by slowly furnishing his flat.
here's to never growing up by @elixirsoflife A group chat documents the lives of four highly dramatic teenage boys as they navigate their A Levels. Or, like, die trying.
where are we now? by @miraxb
Sirius meets a familiar stranger while visiting Berlin. Everything is different. Everything is the same.
I Am A Mess Around You by @littlemissbennet Modern Setting AU - Remus finds out that a hot, beautiful man just moved into his building. But for some reason, every time they meet a disaster strikes and Remus makes a complete fool of himself. Why can't he act like a sensible person around this handsome young man?
Liebestraum by @quoththethestral
âDo you still have a lot of friends in the area, then?â âNone,â Remus answered simply, which felt much easier than explaining at the level of detail that the question actually deserved.
Of Bookshelves and Baby Carriers by @poppunkpadfoot The customer standing in front of him is quite possibly the most beautiful man Remus has ever seen. Like, he looks like a model or something. He has long, black hair, flattened by water, and just the slightest amount of scruff on his face, and⌠And a baby strapped to his chest. Okay.
Cut Your Bangs part at the Introduction series by @notmycatsname "Thereâs something about him that catches Siriusâs eye. His voice is a little whiny, almost off-key. Sirius has heard it time and time again in the bands that Lily plays through their speakers at their apartment but it sounds more genuine, almost heart breaking, through his voice. Remusâs voice."
Saving Regulus Black by @toyhto A story in which Remus Lupin meets a dark handsome stranger and they go for a road trip to rescue one little brother whoâs probably up to something bad.
We Will Fill the Cracks Together by newskyillusion Remus works in a library and at his parents pub in a small, Welsh town. Sirius Black is doing his PhD on werewolves and comes to a small, Welsh town to do some research.
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Quarantine Lovers (Part Two) | Charlie Gillespie
Part 2 in the âLife in Quarantine with Charlieâ / âQuarantine Loversâ series! You can find part 1 HERE!! Hope you like this!
Pairing: Charlie Gillespie x readerÂ
Warnings: Implication of sex, more sexually tinted scenes
A/N: I used some songs in this one too, none of which are mine. Full credit for those go to the creators of the songs!Â
How Can I Say No To This?Â
So far, quarantine with Charlie has been a blast. Though things are scary and you both get a little anxious at times, you still have each other, and for now, thatâs all that counts. Itâs all you have. But itâs more than enough.Â
One day, when Charlie has back-to-back interviews, you -- being bored as hell -- figured it would be fun to surprise Charlie and you knew exactly how. There was only one person you could call to help you with it. Tori Caro. The two of you had talked on FaceTime before when Charlie had a bit of a reunion over Zoom with all of them and all of them wanted to meet you after Madi, Owen and Jeremy told everyone about you.Â
âHey, girl!â you greet when the girl appears on your phone screen. âHey, Peaches!â she greets back, her smile nearly reaching her ears. âWhatâs up?â She settles herself onto her bed, leaning against the bedframe whilst holding her phone up to her face.Â
âI am extremely bored and Charlieâs doing interviews all day, but I kind of had the idea to surprise him, which I need your help for.â Her eyebrows raise in intrigue. âDo spill.â You place your phone on the coffee table, letting it balance against a glass of water.Â
âI want you to teach me Madiâs part of the choreo to Perfect Harmony, so when we listen to music while cooking tonight, I might be able to surprise him by doing the dance with him?â You explain, then laugh at yourself. âThat sounds lame, doesnât it?âÂ
âWhat? No! Not at all! I think itâs cute! Iâll definitely help you!â And with that said, the two of you spend about an hour teaching the choreography. âI bet heâs going to be extremely surprised by this, Y/N!â You giggle at her compliment, panting a little from the exertion.Â
âThanks, Tori!â You say when you hear the door to the studio/office open. You quickly take a seat on the sofa, grabbing your phone with you and sipping from the glass of water.Â
âPlease, film it when you do it!â she tells you, and you just simply nod vigorously. When Charlie enters the living room, you look up, offering him a smile.Â
âWho are you talking to?â he asks with a smile before sitting down next to you and glancing at the screen himself. âTori!â he exclaims excitedly, his face lighting up entirely.Â
âCharlie!â Tori retorts, matching his level of enthusiasm. âHow were interviews?â He wraps an arm around you as you lean further into his body, a habit youâve accumulated over the course of being together.Â
âGreat! Weâve played a couple games as well. It was good fun!â He explains. Though thereâs a smile on his face, you can tell heâs tired and would rather curl up on the sofa with you.Â
âHey, Tori. Weâre gonna go, start on dinner and stuff,â you tell her, to which she shoots you a knowing look. âThanks for helping me out.âÂ
âHelping you out with what?â Charlie asks, his fingers trailing up and down your arm.Â
âUhm⌠She helped me pick an outfit for our date tomorrow,â you lie. Itâs a plausible lie. Ever since getting to know Charlieâs friends and cast members, youâve been calling or texting the girls from the cast to ask for help with stuff like that.Â
âAw, thatâs cute!â he says with that same, excited, beaming smile on his face. âYou could come in pjâs for all I care, and youâd still look gorgeous to me.â Tori pouts at this, and awes loudly.Â
âAlright, weâre gonna go and make dinner,â you say, patting Charlieâs thigh twice. âSee ya, Tori!â You offer her a wave and the brightest of your smiles, Charlie doing the exact same.Â
âBye, Peaches!â You hang up the phone and get up from the sofa, turning to Charlie and reaching your hands out to help him up.Â
âDo we have to cook? Canât we order something?â he whines, placing his hands in yours. You pull him up to his feet, but donât really move, causing there to be no space between you.Â
âWeâve ordered last night,â you remind him and lace your fingers with his. âBesides, I already bought everything from the shops!â He widens his eyes, faking shock. âYes, I went to the frontlines, to the most dangerous place on earth at the moment!â You retort dramatically before a giggle escapes you. Charlie lets out an airy laugh before dipping down and kissing you on the lips.Â
âAlright, letâs get cooking!â He leads you towards the kitchen and starts grabbing everything the two of you need whilst you turn on the music. Youâve made a lockdown playlist together with all of your favorite songs, including the entire Julie and The Phantoms soundtrack, which is what it starts with; Now or Never. You quickly queue up a couple other songs before adding Perfect Harmony to that list too. The two of you sing along softly at first, until the chorus hit and youâre belting the lyrics at the top of your lungs. This has occurred a few times during lockdown already; the sing-and-dance-along parties in your pjâs or during cooking.Â
By the time your pasta is cooking and still has about five minutes left, Perfect Harmony chimes through the speakers. Nowâs your time to surprise him.Â
âStep into my world Bittersweet love story 'bout a girl Shook me to the core Voice like an angel I've never heard beforeâ
You turn him around and grab his hands, doing the choreography Tori has taught you today. Heâs surprised, but dances along as if on automatic.
âHere in front of me They're shining so much brighter Than I have ever seen Life can be so mean But when he goes, I know he doesn't leaveâ
You push him away to the living room where he has a little more space to do the floor work he did on the show, and does it flawlessly.Â
âThe truth is finally breaking through Two worlds collide when I'm with you Our voices rise and soar so high We come to life when we're In perfect harmonyâ
He picks you up into the lift with ease, as though youâre as light as a feather.Â
âWhoa-oa-oa, whoa-oa-oa Perfect harmonyâ
He looks at you in pure surprise and delight, softly singing the lyrics along with the audio.Â
âWhoa-oa-oa, whoa-oa-oa Perfect harmonyâ
âIs that what Tori actually helped you with?â he asks when you reach the part without choreography since the song was cut shorter in the show. Heâs still holding onto your hands.
âYup,â you reply with a cheesy smile. âI was bored and wanted to learn that dance anyway since you and Madi made it look so cool on the show⌠Plus, I wanted to surprise you after your long day of interviews.â A tender chuckle erupts from his mouth as he shakes his head in disbelief.Â
âYouâre amazing, you know that?â he kisses your knuckles before turning you around, so youâre with your back pressed against his chest, and throws your hands up, continuing the choreo.Â
âWe say we're friends we play pretend You're more to me we create Perfect harmonyâ
He twirls you out and away from him until you reach the wall you carefully place your hands onto to stop yourself.Â
âThatâs such a fun choreo,â you say as you turn back to the pasta to check how itâs doing.Â
âYeah, I know,â he agrees whilst walking up to you and wrapping his arms around your waist from behind. âCan I tell you a secret?â he whispers in your ear, then presses a kiss underneath it.Â
âOf course,â you whisper back, trying to keep your composure.Â
âI like dancing with you better than with Madi,â he lets out a giggle after, and itâs the cutest thing you ever did hear. âDonât tell her.â You turn around, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him on the mouth softly.Â
âMy lips are sealed,â you say and kiss him once again. âWith a kiss.â He plants his lips on yours again, for a longer, more passionate kiss this time. âTime for dinner,â you mumble against his lips.Â
âI prefer starting with dessert,â he says. You giggle at his comeback, and squeal when he picks you up and brings you to the living room.Â
âCharlie!â you protest, detaching your lips, âAt least let me put the food off the stove so it doesnât burn?â He retraces his steps backwards, and plops you back on your feet, so you can take care of the food. âAll right, weâre good to go,â you say as you turn to him. âCatch me.â With no time left to think, you jump into his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist as you resume the passionate kiss from before. For once, you donât mind starting with dessert before dinner. Youâve been bored all day without him, the least he could do is make it up to you⌠In bedâŚÂ
âPeople are asking to go live on Insta,â you tell Charlie when the two of you are back in the kitchen, heating up the food youâd left out. You didnât even bother to put proper clothes on. You just grabbed the closest thing you found, which is Charlieâs Canada sweatshirt.Â
âYeah, sure, we could eat whilst chatting to themâŚâ he says, grabbing two plates. After being introduced to the rest of the cast, youâve been interacting with them a lot more on social media, and -- along with Madiâs blabbing in interviews about Charlieâs secret quarantine partner-- the fans have figured out it was you. And that the two of you are, in fact dating. Especially since Meghan, Charlieâs sister, couldnât help but jokingly call you âsister-in-lawâ when commenting on one of your pictures on Instagram.Â
Charlie hands you his phone for you to set up the live whilst he grabs dinner from the microwave.Â
âOkay, weâre live!â you exclaim when Charlie hands you the plate and a fork. âThank, babe.â He takes a seat next to you on the couch and sets his plate on his lap.Â
âHello, people!â He greets the now about 1k people watching the live. You watch as a dozen of comments yell back at you that the two of you âdefinitely just had sex!â, and canât help but giggle at that. âDo you guys have any questions for us?â
At the same time, Alexander Hamilton from the musical Hamilton starts playing through the speakers. Youâd forgotten to turn the music off, but itâs quite nice having background noise all the time.
You gasp, capturing Charlieâs attention, and start singing along flawlessly.Â
âThe ten-dollar founding father without a father Got a lot farther by working a lot harder By being a lot smarter By being a self-starter By fourteen, they placed him in charge of a trading charterâ
Charlie looks at you with a surprised smirk on his face while the comments about Hamilton start streaming in, neither of you paying attention.Â
âAnd every day while slaves were being slaughtered and carted away Across the waves, he struggled and kept his guard up Inside, he was longing for something to be a part of The brother was ready to beg, steal, borrow, or barterâ
You smile down at your boyfriend as he simply watches you in admiration while stuffing his mouth with pasta.Â
âThen a hurricane came, and devastation reigned Our man saw his future drip, dripping down the drain Put a pencil to his temple, connected it to his brain And he wrote his first refrain, a testament to his painâ
The song goes on, but you turn to the phone to see what everyoneâs been saying. You laugh when your eyes catch a comment.Â
âSomeone said âGet someone who looks at you the same way Charlie looks at Y/Nâ.â Others asked if you could do the rap from Guns & Ships, to which you replied with a determined âYes! And Satisfied too!â Â
âWeâve watched the movie on Disney Plus about a dozen times. Of course she knows it!â Charlie adds after swallowing his pasta. âNow eat your pasta before it gets cold!â You comply and eat your food whilst answering some of the questions here and there. Some of them are about Julie and The Phantoms, which Charlie answers, and others are about your relationship. Most of them want to know how you two met and how lockdown is going for you guys. All of which you answer very honestly, chiming in to add something when the otherâs answering.Â
âOoh! Toriâs here!â you notice, âHi, Tori! Iâm sorry I didnât film the surprise!â Tori comments, âBOO!â in all caps, which makes you chuckle. And then all the questions about the surprise started flooding in. âTori taught me the Perfect Harmony dance, and I surprised him with it when we were making dinner.âÂ
Everyoneâs telling you to do it again, including Tori, so, you obey and put the song on again, showing what you did earlier that evening.Â
âAMAZING!â Tori comments with a bunch of hearts plastered behind it. Some other fans comment something along those lines as well, others tell you they liked it better with Madi, but the bigger part of the comments tell you they think otherwise.Â
Then, a One Direction starts to play, and you canât help but sing and dance along from the couch, which gives you an idea.Â
âBabe!â you exclaim, gripping his bicep, âWe should show them what we do in Quarantine when weâre cooking meals!â Charlie chuckles, shaking his head in amusement. âYes! Come on!â You turn to the phone again. âGuys! Tell Charlie we have to show you what we do whenever we need a break from work or weâre cooking together!â Comments flood into the box at a fast speed, all of them saying âDO IT CHARLIE!â.Â
So, with a groan, he gets up from the couch, taking the phone with him and placing it a bit higher, so youâre both in shot completely.Â
âBut I need you guys to vibe along, okay?â Comments of assent pile in, and Charlie turns the volume up a little whilst you get up too. The both of you start singing and dancing along to the One Direction song, knowing everyone at home is dancing with you. After that song, Dead Girl Walking from the Heathers musical starts playing.Â
âOh! Where are my Heathers fans?!â you ask the audience, glancing at the phone for all the Heathers comments to come in. âI saw the West End version when I was in London in 2018!â You tell them, and Charlie, though he knows that.Â
âYeah, I know, babe,â he tells you with a smile before you turn back to him, standing in front of him with barely any space between you. He towers over you, like he always does, and it would normally get you weak in the knees, but not this time. Not with this song playing.Â
âSshâŚâ You press your finger to his lips, a teasing smirk tugging at your lips.Â
âHad to see you hope I didnât wake you See I decided I must ride you âtil I break youâÂ
You wiggle your eyebrows, both of you knowing that already happened earlier.Â
ââCause Heather says I gots to go Youâre my last meal on death row Shut your mouth And lose them tighty-whities!âÂ
Charlie knew you could sing, but he had no clue you could hit notes this high.Â
âCome on! Tonight I'm yours I'm your dead girl walkin' Get on all fours Kiss this dead girl walkin' Let's go, you know the drill I'm hot and pissed and on the pill Bow down to the will of a dead girl walking!â
You see Charlie swallow visibly, glancing nervously at the phone filming all of this and decide to stop before he completely melts down into a puddle of sweat. Now or Never begins to play when you skip to the next song.Â
Charlieâs demeanor suddenly changes and fully starts rocking out now, forgetting anything just happened mere seconds ago. You follow his example and start jumping around like a hyper rabbit.Â
âWhen all the days felt black and white those were the best shades of my life!âÂ
You throw your hands up in the air at this, stopping the jumping. âThatâs my favorite line ever!â you exclaim loudly, making sure the viewers hear too.Â
Comments of agreement flash onto the screen as you and Charlie lapse into the bridge.Â
The next song is one of your favorite Hamilton songs to belt; Say No To This. Though not your favorite scene from the musical, it is still one of your favorite songs.Â
âYou know this one, baby!â You say to Charlie.Â
âNo, I canât, I canât do--â he cuts himself off and starts singing along with Lin-Manuel Miranda.Â
âThatâs when miss Mariah Reynolds walked into my life, she said,â he points at you, telling you to take over.Â
âI know you are a man of honor I'm so sorry to bother you at home But I don't know where to go, and I came here all aloneâ
âShe saidâ
âMy husband's doin' me wrong Beatin' me, cheatin' me, mistreatin' me Suddenly he's up and gone I don't have the means to go onâ
He struggles with the next line, not knowing the musical quite as well as you do.Â
âYou're too kind, sir,â you sing anyway with a smile on your face. He does know the next line.Â
âI gave her thirty bucks that I had socked away She lived a block away, she saidâ
âThis one's mine, sirâ
You try your best to imitate Jasmine Cephas-Jonesâ husky, warm tone.Â
âThen I said, "Well, I should head back home She turned red, she led me to her bed Let her legs spread and saidâ
âStayâ
âHeyâ
âHeyâ
Then both of you started to sway back and forth, twirling around the living room, singing along to the ânoâs and âgoâs from the ensemble.Â
âOoh! This is my favorite part!â you say excitedly, preparing yourself for the belts.Â
âNo, sirâ
âHalf dressed, apologetic, a mess, she looked pathetic, she criedâ
âPlease don't go, sirâÂ
âSo was your whole story a setup?â
âI don't know about any letterâ
âStop crying God dammit, get upâ
âI didn't know any betterâ
âI am ruinedâ
âPlease don't leave me with him, helplessâ
âI am helpless, how could I do this?â
âJust give him what he wants and you can have meâÂ
âI don't want you, I don't want youâ
âWhatever you want, if you pay You can stayâ
You grasp Charlieâs bicep as a support to keep your balance while you throw your head back to belt out the note. This shuts Charlie up entirely, impressed with your singing abilities.Â
âI knew you could sing, but damn, babe, you got pipes!â He turns to the phone where fans voice their impression and awe, complimenting your voice.Â
Connecting with Charlieâs fans and doing things like this with Charlie is literally one of your favorite things youâve ever done. Thereâs nothing better than rocking out with a bunch of friends, even if you donât see 2k of them.Â
âAlright, guys,â Charlie says, turning down the volume after a few more songs, âWeâre gonna go.â He wraps his arms around your waist from behind, placing his chin on your shoulder to peer at the screen. âThank you for jamming out with us today! Weâll see you later!â You offer a smile and a wave before ending the livestream.Â
âThat was fun!â You exclaim excitedly, bouncing up and down as you make sure to save the video onto his IGTV. Charlie turns you around, placing his hands on your hips and pressing a kiss to your forehead. When youâre done, you lock his phone and put it into his pocket, looking up at him with a happy smile on your face.Â
âCan you hit that last note again?â he asks with hope in his eyes.Â
âThat gets you going, doesnât it?â You wiggle your eyebrows as a teasing smirk creeps onto your face. He bites his bottom lip, which to be fair, gets you going. So, you cough and place your hands under his biceps on his ribcage, gripping at his shirt tightly. âJust give him what he wants and you can have me. Whatever you want, if you pay, you can stay!âÂ
âWe ought to get you on season two,â he whispers before crashing his lips onto yours for a passionate kiss that leads you straight to the bedroom again.Â
âHow can I say no to this?â You mumble against his lips cheekily.Â
This lockdown and quarantine thing isnât as bad as you thought it would be. If youâve got Charlie by your side, youâre good to do anything.Â
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