#and im left in the middle of the table but on my phone by myself

[cantsaythetword]

My gf is sitting 2 people away from me at a 20 person dinner party

I've never felt more like a lost introvert at a party than right now 😶‍🌫️😶‍🌫️😶‍🌫️

[hioriri]

-small flu-

featured character ☆ itoshi rin

tag(s): fluff! ☆

divider @cafekitsune

Office AU!

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        Ugh... A runny nose. Perhaps spring is the best season to get sick since the temperature is always going up and down. As a ray of sunshine peaks through your curtain, you squint your eyes in discomfort. You look next to you and saw that Rin had already left to go to work. Feeling extremely sore (what a nice way to wake up) and how uncomfortable the body ache was, you decide to just continue sleeping for an extra fifteen minutes or so. Not even fifteen minutes had been up but you had to wake up due to a sensation of where you just couldn't breath from your nose. 

        ...Am I sick? you thought to yourself. 

        Being the smart person you are, you decide to take your temperature. The thermometer read "39.5°". Yikes, you really are sick. You head to the kitchen counter to pour yourself a glass of water. You then see a note, stuck onto the fridge with a cute, red strawberry magnet. The note read "Y/n, I'm off to work. I love you. -Rin". You could definitely feel your heartbeat getting a little faster by the second. You felt hungry, but had no appetite. You got a glass cup, filled it up with water and took some Advil. So now, you decide to just plop on the dark green colored sofa and wrap yourself in a soft white blanket whilst watching Queen of Tears. In the middle of episode four or five, your phone buzzes. You decide to see who was texting you, it turned out to be Rin. 

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-rinnie❤️: Y/n, I'm on break right now.

                            -y/n: good work ( •̀ ω •́ )✧

-rinnie❤️: What are you doing right now? 

                            -y/n: nothing much just watching                              queen of tears and found out                              that i have a small fever

-rinnie❤️: I'm leaving my office.

                            -y/n: wait why?

-rinnie❤️: My girlfriend is sick, do you expect me to act calm?

                            -y/n: awww rinnie 🥹                              im thankful that you                              care for me but really,                              i can take care of myself                                          read at 5:22 PM

                            -y/n: ...seriously                              its just a fever

                                         read at 5:25 PM

                            -y/n: stop leaving me                             on read (►__◄)

                                         read at 5:27 PM

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        A few minutes later, you heard the door open and close, alongside with the sound of Rin's keys jingling. Rin quickly dropped his brown leather case on the ground and rushed to the living room, where you were wrapped up like a burrito. Rin gently pat your head and touches your forehead. "Y/n, are you sure you're okay?" he asked, looking extremely concerned. "Rinnie, really, I'm fine. It's just a small flu." "Did you eat anything?" "No." "Not even apples?" "No. I don't really have an appetite either. But I did take some medicine so I'm fine." it was at that moment, your stomach made a growling sound, which was obviously normal since you didn't eat for the whole day. Feeling a little flustered, you quickly hide under the blanket you wrapped yourself. A worried Rin didn't really know what to do after you swiftly hid. "...Do you want to eat anything?" you slowly rise up a little and uncovered yourself "Anything?" Rin nodded and your face lights up. "I want to eat strawberry cake..." "Sure. I'll go buy it now." as Rin was about to leave, you tugged his sleeve. "Hug..." you slightly opened your arms, a sign that you want to cuddle with him. Obviously, Rin couldn't say no to you. And so, the two of you cuddled for a few minutes. Then, Rin took his keys, kissed your cheek, and went to buy you that strawberry cake you wanted to eat.  

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        About twenty minutes or so, Rin came home. He placed the bag on the small wooden circular table in front of you. Your eyes lit up instantly as Rin opens the small box. Inside the box, it revealed two strawberry cakes, it looked light and fluffy, alongside with the generous amount of whipped cream spreaded all over the cake. He took two circular plates and two forks, one for you and the other for him. He then carefully transferred the two pieces of cake on the individual plates. The two of you enjoyed eating strawberry cake together, even if you weren't feeling that well. Just being with Rin is your number one source of happiness, nothing else. 

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         It's about almost midnight after the two of you finished eating cake, chatted for a long long time, and watched Princess Monoke together. Right after the movie, you quickly dozed off, leaning on Rin's shoulder. Rin smiled softly. He kissed your head and whispered "I love you, Y/n." 

daily reminder that rin isn't real *sobs*

-fuyuko

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[team-118]

58 for the prompt game? -💙

hiiii @igarbagecannoteven ily

58. You don't have to say anything.

935 words • pre-relationship, buddie • s3e12 missing scene

Eddie is about to ring the doorbell when his phone buzzes.

Buck (118): doors open for you! let urself in when u get here :)

Buck (118): BUT DONT LEAVE THE KITCHEN

Buck (118): EDDIE IM SERIOUS WIAT AT THE RABLE TPPLSPLSPSLSPLSPLS

He laughs as he twists the door open, walking into Buck's loft. "Do I need to close my eyes, too?" Eddie teases.

There's a pause while Buck deliberates. "I mean..."

"Buck, Jesus -"

"Okay! Just wait two seconds," Buck huffs from the living room.

Eddie makes himself at home on one of Buck's barstools, fiddling with his keys. Buck's loft is becoming more and more familiar to him. He sees its vaulting windows and Buck's pristine tabletops as often as Pepa's, maybe even his own, at this point. The box of pizza he, Buck, and Chris had demolished just two nights ago rests against the recycling can. If he walked over to the fridge, he's sure he'd find the half-empty bottle of Pepsi Chris had left behind, because Buck has a weird superiority complex about Cola.

Eddie's about to risk Buck's wrath by knocking on the wall next to the living room when Buck emerges, covered in sweat and grime, red in the face from exertion.

"Hey, thanks for coming!" Buck greets him brightly, oblivious to his own appearance. With his sunny smile and sparkling eyes, any anxiety Eddie might've felt about Buck's secrecy today washes away. Eddie can't help but smile back.

"Of course. Wait, don't -" he gestures, but Buck's already wiping tire grease off his palms and onto his jeans.

"Whoops," Buck grins.

"You're actually twelve," Eddie tells him.

"What's that make you, old man?" Buck retorts, and before Eddie can tell him how little sense that makes, Buck's grabbing his hand and dragging him to the living room.

Buck crosses his arms in front of the doorway, blocking the view with his wide, wide shoulders. Eddie really resents the two inches Buck has on him, in moments like these.

"Okay, before you see it, you need to know I wanted to do this," Buck starts.

"Uh, okay," Eddie says, trying to peek. Buck blocks him easily.

"And I don't expect anything, okay? You don't even have to, like..." Buck trails off, choosing his words carefully. "Follow through. Totally up to you, yeah? But I promise it's safe. I'd swear it on my life."

"I trust you," Eddie reassures, automatic. As he says it, he realizes he really does mean it. He would be confused or even worried if it was anyone else, but with Buck, he's just...not.

Buck exhales. "Yeah, okay. Alright." He sidesteps, finally letting Eddie into his living room.

Inside, Buck's entire toolbox is in shambles across the hardwood. Rags covered in black grease are pushed into the corners, clearing a path to the centre of the room. Buck's laptop is open on a side table, whirring with the hundreds of tabs it has open. The light filters through the windows and lands on...something. A contraption in the middle of the room, tall and metal like some kind of barebones Eiffel tower. There are handholds on the sides and a net of ropes at the base.

Buck steps gingerly around it, so Eddie follows.

"What exactly...am I looking at here?" Eddie can feel his eyebrows twisting in confusion.

"Oh, I forgot," Buck says, grinning wickedly like he definitely didn't, "the secret ingredient." He reaches behind the mess of the toolbox and pulls out a skateboard. It's bright red and decked out in colourful stickers. On the top, Buck has pasted the letters "CHRISTOPHER DIAZ". 

Eddie's speechless.

"I just didn't want him to miss out," Buck says, rushed. "You know, when I was little, I taught myself how to skateboard without my parents around. Banged myself up good. I don't want Chris to think he has to do it on his own, or that he can't do it, because he can, and-" he trips on his breath, stumbling. Eddie still can't make his stupid mouth move, and he can tell it's stressing Buck out.

"You don't have to say anything," Buck tells him, nervous.

"I don't - know what to say," Eddie breathes around a laugh. "Buck, you - I can't believe you did this for him. No one's ever - how much do I owe you?"

"Nothing, man, come on," Buck brushes him off. "You owe me nothing. I told you, I wanted to do this."

"Yeah, but," Eddie exhales. "Nobody's ever really...wanted to."

"Well," Buck says, tone intentionally light. "I did."

"Buck."

"No, I'm serious, Eddie. He's a good kid. I wanted - just let me do this for him, please."

"Yeah. Yeah, of course. Buck, I can't thank you enough," Eddie stresses.

Buck gives him a small smile. "You don't have to thank me. Just let me be there when you show it to him?"

"Of course."

They stand in silence for a while, Eddie watching the sun light up the accessible skateboard like some kind of treasure chest in a video game. He can feel Buck's eyes on him, but he doesn't turn to meet his gaze. He just lets Buck look while he sinks into this feeling. Eddie can't quite believe it, but maybe he and Chris could have this. Maybe.

He clears his throat. "Let me help you clean up your living room, at least."

Buck laughs easily. "Yeah, okay."

It takes until sunset to scrub the grease off the hardwood, and maybe they're not as efficient together as they could be, but Eddie doesn't mind. He could do this for something like a lifetime.

[cutekawako]

FEM! KAWAII FASHION READER x BOYFRIEND SMUT

warnings: blowjob, unprotected sex, upskirts, demanding boyfriend?? lol, dominate boyfriend, mention of vomit / choking, grinding, female reader

BF/N = Boyfriends Name

Y/N = Your Name

F/C = Favorite Color

it was a normal day like usual. you wake up, wash your face, and throw on some cute clothes. specifically a cute frilly mini skirt and a hoodie, along with some thigh high socks. today was also the day you asked BF/N to come over. as you were doing your makeup, you hear a *ding!* from your phone. BF/N was finally here! you quickly went to answer the door.

“hello y/n, i missed you”

he gave you a hug as he walked in. you both walk up the stairs, your boyfriend behind you. he is looking up your skirt you can feel it..

once you entered your room with your boyfriend, you decide to play some video games. you walk over to you F/C pc set up. your boyfriend sits down first, and you follow, sitting on his lap. he grunts slightly as you wriggle around and get comfortable. as you load up your favorite game, BF/N holds your waist, and you feel something…. hard against your butt through your panties.

“B-BF/N!!” you yelp out to him.

“Y/N, y-your really making this hard for me…”

“do you need me to…. help with your issue..?” your now visibly blushing

“please.” he says quietly

both of you get up, BF/N guides you back onto your bed, you plopping onto it as he kisses your lips softly. you and him switch positions, and your now sitting in his lap, feeling his bulge against your clothed pussy. your now moving your hips painfully slowly back and forth onto BF/N’s clothed dick.

“Y/N… can we please do it?….”

you nod your head, then after taking off your shirt to reveal your adorable looking bra that complements your chest very well.

BF/N starts to kiss you again, grabbing your chest, and bucking his hips up into you, grinding onto you making you so wet… you pull away from the kiss, and slide off your panties off, skirt still on. but BF/N unzips your skirt.

“i want this off of you babe…”

you obey, of course. you now only have your bra left on which BF/N unclips right after your skirt is slipped off. he gets ontop of you and unzips his tight pants, with a nice visible bulge. he slips off his boxers along with it, and discards both his pants and boxers to the other end of the room.

“are you ready for this?”

you nod, “yes, please… BF/N….”

he instantly slips his cock into your wet, tight entrance. you squeezed around him so so well… his pace starts off slow and gentle, he leans down kissing you and grabbing your waist in the middle of fucking you. your eyes roll back and you wrap your legs and fan your hands around the back of his neck. he picks up his pace feeling you tighten and the lewd noises coming from your skin slapping together. you feel the knot in your stomach forming, your so close.

“B-BF/N!! im so close…!”

“come on my cock babe…”

thats all it took for you to come undone around your boyfriends dick, your body pulsed at the pleasure that spread throughout your body. BF/N pulls out and then.

“get on your knees.”

he demands, standing up next to the edge of your bed. you slowly but quickly make your way on the floor to your knees, and take his cock in your mouth. he grabs the back of your head, and is literally fucking your pretty face, making you gag, and tear up.

“fuck… Y/N… im cumming…”

he cums all the way down your throat, your eyes rolling back again, feeling the urge to vomit from it being so deep in your throat. he pulls out, and pats your head. you rest your head against his thigh instantly. BF/N picks you up and lays you on the bed, and slips his boxers back on, and leaves the room for a minute, coming back with a warm washcloth and a glass of water.

“sorry for being so rough baby, i got ahead of myself, you just feel so good.”

you blush, BF/N puts the glass down on the pink end table and opens your legs gently, wiping your slit down with the warm cloth. he tucks you in, gives you a sip of water, and joins you in bed, cuddling until the two of you fall asleep in eachothers arms…

how nice it is to have such a cute girlfriend…. 🤍

hope everyone enjoyed this, it took awhile to write, so give me some feedback since its my first time writing this stuff!

[discocandles]

y'know what I want? For Damian to accidentally make friends at school. And for basically no one to anticipate it, given Damian's distaste for school, his classmates, and believing "all of it is beneath me and my level of education up until now".

To be honest Damian feels stuck. Like he's watching his classmates from the outside, but can't find a way past the barrier. He's already characterized himself as a loner, and it's too late to turn back. Of course, he'd die before admitting to it.

Bruce is a little worried, given his son's... antagonistic tendencies. Dick tries to set him up to make friends, like having him join the teen titans. Steph will also try to find him friends, but it's her pointing at a person on their patrols, and "what about them?" Damian shoots than all down. It's a ritual. Duke wonders how it'll be when Damian's in high school too. should he invite damian to hang out with his friends? Would he want that?

But contrary to what the family and Damian believes he needed to do to make friends, it's barely any effort on his end. One day, he helped the guy next to him in science class, and then he finds himself a regular at a packed lunch table, and he knows everyone's name and least favorite vegetable.

Once he recognized his position as always being at that table, and joining their group text, he tried to distance himself. But the next class he was cornered by his two friends in art class, demanding to know where he was for lunch. Damian made something up about helping a teacher out, and spent the rest of the class doodling while slowly realizing he now has several friends who will notice if he's gone.

that afternoon, he walked into the batcave quietly, stated "I believe I have 'made friends' at school. Do not tell Grayson, I would prefer to inform him myself," then left. There was silence for 30 seconds until Jason spoke up "he can do that?"

"That's what I was thinking. Am I right, steph? Steph?" Tim turn around to see Stephanie giddily bouncing on her heels.

"Dami, Imma need more than this shit! Bruce, I'm patrolling with Dami tonight, even if you say no," She charged after her little brother. "can we tell Duke and Cassie?"

"I have already informed Thomas and Pennyworth. And you may inform Cain." Damian shouted back.

The shouts faded into the distance, and Tim cleared his throat "okay then, so about this case, Oh my god, Bruce are you crying?" Lo and behold, the Batman was wiping away tears.

"he's grown a lot."

"What the fuck? I expected this from Dick, but you're fucking crying too?"

"indeed I am, Jason. And you know Dick will be much worse." Bruce said. "Anyways, Tim what about this case?"

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about 3 days later, Dick started blowing up everyone's phones asking about his birdie's buddies. Apparently when he came home from a mission in space there was a note on his kitchen counter that said "I made friends at school. Regards, Damian". If Damian had turned off his phone for a while after Dick got home, that was entirely coincidental.

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He's closest to Colin Wilkes, the boy from science class(yes, I know Colin and Damian met before middle school, but idc. Dc ditched Colin so im bringing him back). Colin often drags (or pushes) Damian around Gotham after school lets out while he complains that they should be doing homework.

I think I'll make more on this later, but for now that's it for me.

[resi4skz]

CHAPTER 3

Pairing: Christopher Bahng x Aubrey Williams (OC)

Warnings: none for this chapter

This is purely fiction! MDNI

The next morning, I wake up in a bed that's not mine. It smells like vanilla and I just want to stay here forever.  I look around the room as I sit up and notice a study desk in the corner. Walking over, I also notice a lot of polaroid pictures hanging above the wall of the desk. They were of Chris posing with what looked like his friends. Then I glance over his desk and surprisingly, it's very clean and tidy. Typical Chris.

My eyes catch a photo frame sitting on the corner of the table. "Is that..." I pick it up and smile. "He still kept it all these years." It's a picture of us both, back in high school before I left. He was so tiny back then. But now he's taller than me.

"You're awake."

I gasp and turn around. He's wearing black sweats and looking very good in it. "Yeah, just woke up."

"Breakfast will be ready in 15. Why don't you freshen up? I left a spare toothbrush in the bathroom for you." He closes the room door, leaving me to myself. I let out a breathe that I didn't even realize I was holding. What is with him? Does he have this affect on everyone? Or just me?

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When I walk into the kitchen, the aroma in the air is enough for me salivate. I glance around and spot a cup of hot coffee and steaming omelette with 3 kinds of jams, marmalade and jelly. There was also a basket of croissants and bread in the middle of the table. "Take a seat."

I sit and he comes with a plate of crisp bacon, just the way I like it. "Do you want cream or milk for your cofffee?"

"Cream, please."

He adds the cream in my cup and stirs it before handing it to me. "Thank you."

He smiles. "Eat."

And eat, I do. I finish my plate and manage to eat 2 croissants and 3 pieces of bread. The whole time, I noticed Chris didn't say a single thing. And I was very thankful for it. And by the end, I was satisfied with a full tummy. If it was Troy, he would've taken my plate after my third bite. "I've never eaten a meal which ended in a full tummy," I confess.

I watch Chris tense, his hand turning into a fist. "Aubrey."

"Yes?"

"Are you happy?"

I tilt my head, confused at his question. "Yes."

"With Troy?"

I wanted to say yes but with all that went down last night, he will see right through my lies. "No."

"So why are you still married to him?"

"I don't....," I sigh. "Chris. You don't know what his mom is like. She will ruin my reputation and make sure to tell everyone what kind of a person I really am who couldn't give her son one thing: a child."

As he's about to say something, his phone rings. Scowling, he puts it to his ear. "Yeah?" He gets up and goes to the patio. I watch him close the patio door and turn around, saying something on the phone.

I gasp. My phone! I sprint to the room and scan till I spot my phone on the bed side table. Quickly, I unlock it and tons of notifications start popping up. My eyes widen at Troy's 30 missed calls and 20 texts. I click on the texts and instantly regret it.

T: where are you?

T: so you're not even going to pick up my calls?

T: aubrey, pick up your damn phone

T: where the fuck are you?!

T: i swear to god if you're screwing around behind my back

I scoff at his last text. Screwing around is your job Troy. I send a quick text to Leanna.

A: hey i need a favor. Pls, if troy calls and ask about me, tell him im sleeping at your place

L: already did that since i knew from the way he was asking about you. He kept pestering to talk to you but i hung up on him.

A: you're a life saver. Thank you <3

L: no problem. Btw, where are you?

A: long story. Talk later.

I sigh and lay down with my arms wide. If only my life was with a guy like Chris, my life would've been much better. I prop my head on a pillow and scroll on my phone. Next thing I know is I'm being tucked in bed. "Whoa, what's going on?" I say groggily.

"Sleep," Chris says, as he sits on the bed. "I'm working from home for a few days so I'll wake you."

"Okay," I close my eyes and sleep takes over me for the next few hours. Because I wake up to my phone ringing and I groan, my hand blindly reaching for my phone. Cracking one eye open, I groan at the name on the screen. Do I take it? And listen to him scold me? And then be miserable again? Do I want to go through it again? It stops ringing only to start ringing again, making me jump.

The room door creaks and I whip my head up. It's Chris, looking very cozy in his sweats and a sweater. I'm not going to lie but he looked very kissable with his hair down like that. "Hey, I was about to come and....what's wrong?" He walks towards me and glances at my phone. Sighing, he snatches my phone from my hand and before I can protest, he presses on the screen and puts it on his ear. "Hello?"

I watch in awe and fear. "This is Chris." I wanna crawl in a hole. "Why am I answering her phone?" He looks at me and smirks. "Because she left it at my place and now you're going to ask why she was at my place?"

Oh my god. This is brilliant. I try to keep myself from laughing. "Well, Mr. Parker. That's for me to know, and for you to find out. Nice talking to you." He hangs up and shuts down my phone off before handing it back to me.

"Oh my god, that was awesome!" I exclaim.

"He whines a lot," he says.

"He's very vanilla," I say. I was starting to see where I went wrong when I married him. "Very low on stamina."

Chris looks at me with a look I can't quite describe and then his eyes travel down. As I look down, I gasp at my shirt lifted up, showing some skin. This is embarrassing. I fix my shirt and nervously chuckle.

"Yeah?" He asks, still looking at me. His eyes a bit cloudy.

"Yeah," I replied. I squirm on the bed from his stare.

"So you've never been satisfied?"

What even is that question? And why on earth does he want to know? "You could say that." I mentally slap myself for saying that. What the fuck, Aubrey? "But...."

"But?"

"He was my first but it never felt like that," I confess. "He never iniated anything, it was always me. Until his mom started demanding for a baby. And now..."

"And now? What?" He asks.

"I think last night was the last straw. I don't think I can take it anymore, Chris."

"Hmm," he continues. "So you want out is what you're saying?"

I can't believe what I'm about to say. But I nod instead.

"I need you to say it, Bri."

"I want out," I reply and let out a breath of relief. "Okay, that felt good saying it."

"Good," he says, scratching his chin and pulls his phone out. "I know a good lawyer."

"Wait!" I cry out, making him stop his fingers typing on his phone. "He won't sign it. Ever. His mom has brainswahsed hum so bad that he gets suspicious of things like that."

I watch as he paces in the room a few times before he turns to me with a smile on his face. "I have a plan."

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*CHRIS POV*

After I drop Aubrey off at her work, I drive back home but as I walk towards the house enterance, I'm greeted by my cousin. "You mind telling me why I just got a complaint about you from one of the employees?" He asks.

"Well, good morning to you too, Felix." I say as I walk inside with him right on my ass. I walk into the kitchen and see the table still the same as it was an hour ago. I was already missing her presence. She looked very cute when she was sleeping. The image makes me smile as I reach for a glass of water on the table.

"What's gotten you so smiley this morning?"

Taking a gulp of water, I look at Felix. He's dressed rather casual today. His hair still blonde as ever. "Hey, would you mind doing something for me?"

"What?" He asks.

My phone vibrates. I take out it out my pocket and instantly smile at the text. "Do a background check on Troy Parker."

A: thank you for last night and this morning

C: you're welcome

"Why?" Felix asks.

"Just find out what he does and any other information that might be useful, yeah?"

He sighs. "Fine. But whatever it is you're planning, I want in."

I grin widely. "Of course, cousin. That's why we're partners."

His phone suddenly starts ringing. "Well, that's my cue to leave. You'll be fine for the next few days at home?" I nod and he leaves.

My phone vibrates again.

A: am i doing the right thing?

This girl. I press on her name and press call. She picks up mid first ring. "Hello?"

"Aubrey," I say. "Do you remember the time I told you that I envied you for your family?"

"I do, yeah. Why?"

"And then you invited me that night with dinner with your family? I couldn't stop smiling the entire night," I continue. It was also the time where I discovered that I had feelings for her. But I couldn't say that to her.

"Well, I didn't want you to feel left out."

I chuckle. "It made feel assured that I wasn't alone."

"I'm so confused right now," she replies.

"Sweetheart, what I'm saying is that you're not alone in this," I reply, smiling. "You have me."

"Oh."

"If you could only see that you have a lot of people that will be there for you, no matter what."

"Thanks, Christopher," she says.

Fuck. She said my name. I hang my head low, trying to compose myself. "No need to thank me yet."

She giggles. "Okay. I have to go now. Talk later?"

"Yeah. Talk later," I reply, smiling. God, she makes me crazy.

When I saw her crying on the sidewalk, my heart broke in half. The anger I felt at that moment but seeing her in that state, all I wanted to do was get her to a safe place. And warm clothes. I wanted to give Troy a piece of my mind, rhat's for sure. Once I got her to calm down and in warm clothes, she broke down again and told me everything about Troy and his mom. After I had tucked her in my bed, I watched her sleeping for a few minutes. I wanted to kiss her worries away. I wanted to hold her hand and tell her it's okay.

My phone vibrates snapping me out of my thoughts. An email from Felix. That was fast.

F: here's everything about Troy Parker, thank me later

I click on the document and I'm immediately hit with his face on his job application form. I gotta admit, he's got the qualifications for it. As I scroll down, I see that he owns the house that him and Aubrey live in. And then I see that he works in the accounts department in the company. "Sheesh, what did she see in this guy?"

A name pops on my screen and put my phone on my ear. "Leanna."

"Chris! Darling, it's been a while. How are you?"

"I'm well. You're taking care of yourself?"

"I am. I had been meaning to ask if you're going to my nightclub's opening this weekend?"

"You know I wouldn't miss it," I reply.

"Oh good! My best friend just said she'll come with her husband. I can finally introduce you to her!"

"Should I be scared or thankful?" I joke.

"Aubrey is just the kindest girl you will ever meet. Can't say about her douche of a canoe husband though."

Why did I get the feeling that I knew her best friend? "What's her last name?"

"Williams."

My lips curve upwards into a smile. Perfect.

A/N: ayo troy be giving major red flags

[babeczka415]

Eternal Love: Chapter 8

—- 3 years later—-

I wake up to the spot in bed empty. This has become normal. We have talked about moving in together but with the engagement, life, and work for both of us it has been two hectic to add that to both our plates.

You seen I've known him since Hannah was found. When i came out to see Jake that first time I also had a meeting with him. Did I think almost five years later him and I would be engaged? Hell no!!! I was crazy about one man, the hacker of our group. I hear a little giggle from myself as I think those words.

The saying really is true 'one small event can change your life years from now.'

I pull myself out of bed and decide to spend my day off cleaning and getting some wedding planning done. I have been thankful of everyone accepting this man into the group but I can't ask any of them for help when I don't even know what I want yet. Plus we all agreed later to go to the Aurora. It has been a while since we all got together so its much needed. 

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After all day cleaning and wedding planning. I hear my phone go off with a text from my fiancee. I look and it states he's stuck at work and wont be able to make it tonight. I sigh but its something I've gotten use to with him. As its a chill autumn night I grab a pair of skinny jeans, my favorite comfy boots, a lightweight button down shirt and my leather jacket. 

I decide to leave the car and just take the five minute walk there. I figured I can call him or hang at the Aurora until I sober up enough to walk home. 

The walk is pleasant with the cold air nipping at my face. This leather jacket was well worth the price, im almost a little too warm in it but I leave it on. As I walk up to the Aurora I see Jessy, Alex, Dan and Lily. I couldn't be more happy for Jessy. After the mine I never thought she would find love but she did with Alex when we went to Colville for a girls weekend and after a while he moved to Duskwood. Dan and Lilly finally made it official. Now I just have to find someone for Cleo. I giggle as I walk up and Dan is the first one to hug me.

You see him and I both thought it was going to be weird after we broke up but our friendship blossomed and I would not want to be someone that hurts me. He had proven it one night with Phil when we were all drinking and they got into a fight over me.

We head inside and grab drinks from the new bartender Phil has to help him out and grab our booth. We sit there laughing and joking around the five of us when I look up and I see him. He came with Hannah and Thomas but he's here and Lily didn't tell me.

My head snaps to her and she looks away. "You could have told me'' I raise my voice a little higher than I should.

"It shouldn't matter you are engaged" she states back holding her own.

Dan leans back and lets this unravel. I just glare at her. The three of them join us as we wait for Cleo who shows up just little bit later. I see her look at Jake but she doesnt know who is he.

I stand up and down my drink. I get another one and head to the pool table. I'm frustrated, someone could of told me he was back. Why is he not covering his face? I shouldn't care though. I look at my left hand and remind myself I have a fiancee. One that never walked away from me in the middle of the night but dang it hurts seeing him.

I feel someone lean against the pool table. I look up expecting Dan or Jessy but no I'm met with his blue eyes. I notice he looks down at my left hand and I see the sadness in his eyes.

"Congratulations, MC. Who is the lucky man? I know its not Dan and you haven't spoken a word to Phil I hear." His voice soft only loud enough for me and him.

I take a sip of my drink. I had wanted that ring by him but no. He choice to leave me. "Alan Bloomgate" I start trying to fake a smile.

"I wasn't expecting that. I do want to say I'm sorry" he looks me in the eyes.

"Jake you're the one that walked away and told me to move on." I feel the tears in my eyes.

"I had asked you to come that night because the FBI reached out to offer me a deal. I started taking it but then something told me it was a trap. I didn't know what to do but run, its what I was good at until YOU came into my life. I spent the next year and a half on the run. Trying to run from the demons in my head that involved leaving you and running from them." He grabs my hand.

"No, Jake" I pull away.

"I had hoped you wouldn't have moved on but you did but if you will let me I still wanf to be in your life. I'm free now. I have been for three months."

My jaw drops, three months ago Alan and I weren't engaged. "Did Hannah and Lily know?' Ask glaring over at the table.

"Yes but they also knew he was going to propose to you." He states but I storm over to the table.

"How dare you two!" I yell. "Three months! Three damn months! Someone could of told me!" I feel like I can't breathe and storm outside.

I see a wooden bench and go and sit on it. My heart is racing, I feel my blood pressure rising. All these years, those two knew how I felt about Jake. I would of left anyone for that man. However now I feel stuck. Alan proposed to me three weeks ago and I so happily said yes. 

Would I still have if I knew he was free?

 I can't answer as the chance was taken away from me.  I fold my head into my hands, I feel the tears coming. I feel someone sit down and put their hand on my back. I don't move, I know who it is.

"MC, they thought they were giving you a happy life." Dans voice is soft.

"They could of told me. You know it yourself, my heart is always drawn to that man. Even now, how am I supposed to walk away from him?"

"Boo, your not the same MC when you joined us." He's trying to reason with me.

I look up and I notice Hannah standing near by. "How am I suppose to call Alan to pick me up, when I don't even know if I can still marry him?"

"MC, I should have told you. It was my choice not to tell you he was free. He asked us too since he didn't know your number anymore. I made that choice because I know how Alan feels about you. I have know that man for a while wven before everything. Even with his exwife he wasn't as happy—"

I cut her off "you have no right to decide who i want in my life! You were barely there for me when my heart was broken into a million pieces. You only cared about updates from Jake because his spare time he told me not you how he was. The moment Jake and I broke up you only dealt with me because of the rest of the group. I didn't have to help them or him find you! So keep your thoughts to yourself about who should and shouldn't be in my life!"

"Hannah go back inside" Dan states as I turn around and he feels my anger showing.

She walks back inside the Aurora without arguing. "Calm down boo,okay? You wont be able to figure this out angry at everyone."

"How can she act like she has my best interest at heart when she never took the time to get to know me?" I shiver as I left my jacket inside.

Dan notices my shiver and gives me his jacket. "I think she's more trying to do whats best for him. After you stormed out Lily said ' we should have told her like he asked' and I  agree. They shouldn't have let Alan propose."

"Did you know Dan?"

"I found out a week ago. But they didn't tell me you didn't know. I thought you knew and made the choice to be with Alan."

" ugh I need some shots right now" I state, standing up.

We walk inside and head straight to the bar. This time Phil is there and I don't see Hannah or Thomas. We order a bunch of shots and Dan and I line them up. I of course manage to outdrink this man which makes Phil laugh. 

"I need to stop letting you outdrink me" Dan says as he finishes his last one and I get myself another round. Phil tries to stop me but when he notices my glare he lets go.

I look back at the table and I see Jake sitting there talking to everyone. I pull out my phone and look at the photos and text from Alan. My smile fades  as Dan grabs my phone.

"I will call him when your ready to go home but tonight you are having fun." I sigh as my round of shots come and I down them again. 

I've been leaning against the bar and now Im dizzy. I notice my song playing and I grabs Dans hand and pulls him on the dance floor.

Everyone else joins us and all of a sudden i feel different hands behind me but i don't stop to look or think. Dan is right I need some fun tonight.

[weabooweedwitch]

God this is so wild, more mama drama involving her inviting me out to hang outside and I wound up trapped in the car w her during a horrible attempt at a job interview

>at home, middle of the day, I work overnight so, only so many hours ti myself to sleep and all

>mom calls "oh you're awake?"And I replied "why are you calling if you think im asleep, you would've woken me up? You know im usually sleeping around this time anyways?"

>anyways she invites me out since the weather is nice for us to play pokemon go at a park we like to go to

>I go outside and she's on the phone, calling a job for a position she applied to literally just last night, and she's on speaker. She had asked me to get her earbuds, which I forgot, but also, she's calling about a job IN THE CAR

>it's actually not even an interview. She called the place she literally just applied to and asked to speak to them so in a way she kind of forced the interview which I found very unprofessional

>parks the car where the sun is directly on me and she's in the shade and she doesn't even notice, thankfully I brought sunscreen but I'm so IN the sun that I can't even have time for it to properly absorb first, it is physically uncomfortable, I am having to lean out of the sun's rays because I've been trying to take good care of my skin and my mom literally has irreversible sun damage on her arms so, im lowkey internalizing a fear of that

>she doesn't even have all the answers to the questions the recruiter has without having the physical papers written in front of her, and she tells the interviewer she's not at home. Why did you even call. Remember, this is not a proper interview, she CHOSE to make this call

>because of the weather she rolls down the car window, letting in wind and noise while she's still on the phone and we are literally parked at a park wirh a playground and kids

>the recruiter in really polite coded language told my mom part of her resume was literally incomprehensible and she needed to redo it because she put her jobs and dates and positions on her resume in a table format that wasn't done properly and hard to read. This is like genuinely fucking embarrassing

>since I'm literally sitting there, in the middle of the day, only so many hours to myself before I have to barely get enough sleep to go back to work for 40 hours a week because she is unemployed and has had maybe ONE interview in the last MONTH, not being able to do the literal actual thing she invited me out for, not even being able to make a noise or anything or even get out of the car and leave because I'm worried the slamming door will sabotage her already failed interview

>she walks away and leaves the car and I say fuck this, I'm going home to smoke in the garage, there are tons of kids at this park anyways and takes her keys out of the ignition and puts in her purse that she left in her seat and i just walk away because she's literally just moving to sit on a bench a short distance away and can still see the car, and I text her just in case to say I'm leaving and she needs to get back in her car

>SHE HANGS UP THE PHONE ON HER INTERVIEWER TO CALL ME ASKING WHERE HER KEYS ARE BECAUSE SHE DIDNT EVEN LOOK FOR THEM AND ASSUMED I STOLE THEM like her purse was literally still in the driver's seat where she left it and it's like one single big pocket of a purse she literally just had to open it and glance inside so then I'm shaking fucking angry because "you bothered this woman, was failing when she initiated an interview and then hung up on her and said you were going to call her back? Why did you even do all this, why did you even invite me, why did you even call"

>I'm texting her because I can't physically look at her right now and say "dude you weren't even prepared to answer her questions and you had barely even applied, like I don't think you even understand, I am saying the very nature in which you made this call basically sabotaged your chance of getting this job, this id EXCLUSIVELY your dscisions being made and havint consequences"

>her reply is literally to 1. Blame me for making her nervous while she was on the phone 2. "Oh I was just calling to ask questions about the position and SHE was the one asking me things" yeah, when you call an employer about an open position and tell them you applied for it, they tend to see if you're competent, and this woman literally pulled up her resume, which was poorly done 3. "I didn't think it would take so long" again, you never should have called today and in the car and especially when you JUST invited me to come with you? 4. Says I should have given her MY earbuds, but I had to put them in to play music to drown her out because I literally can't leave the car and she's driving me crazy and it is making me LITERALLY CRINGE, CRINGE, listening to her have this phone call that SHE decided to have, she started it, she didn't need to make it, she has now sabotaged chances with this company

And on top of all of this? I keep having to delay paying her the last chunk of May rent because she has debts and auto transactions that are overdrafting her account because she can't even donate plasma because she fucked up her teeth and is on antibiotics and can't have surgery for over 3 weeks and by the way she waited until today to tell me I have to be with her for this surgery when like, I work overnights, I SLEEP during the day, and I also have to cancel off work 3 weeks in advance??? And she's like "oh it's fine it's in the afternoon" girl that's when I'm literally still trying to sleep and have some time to myself, I am working 40 hour workweeks and it's also a physical job

And like, I tell her bluntly "mom these transactions overdrafting your account, those are yours, like, you made those" and her response, she says shit like this so often it scares me "but the bank should be trying to help work with me and block these payments since I don't have a job" mom it is literally not the banks policy to make special exceptions to cancel contracts and payments you consensually agreed to with another party just because you're on hard times? Amd she's had this mentality for YEARS, Jesus christ I was literally to my FATHER and he said "yeah she would be doing that when we were still married, she would say things like 'oh this person gets away with doing this at work so why can't i'" and it's like. She's literally never changed. I feel like she's dragging me down but I am Also an Enormous Loser and doubt my own competency but like

I just really had to share how absolutely like baffled I am that a 58 year old single mom behaves this way like you think she would have learned survival or like common sense but I think she's just losing basic brain function to anxiety and caving to panic or something idk, but she's been unemployed about a month now and she's had. Like. Literally only one interview. And after hearing her on that phonecall I'm really scared how long it will take her to get a job again. I think I might have to start donating plasma twice a week again and it can make me really tired and I also lift shit at my job so I worry about getting poked in my elbow veins but like, she's making me kind of start to freak out. What if we're homeless again. She can't even take proper care of her car so we can't really live out of that and its also a fucking 2001 VW Beetle. Sometimes I wonder if I should rehome some of my pets, not just in case we lose housing, but also in case I need to run away or move out and go my own path, I can know they're being taken care of since I can't take everyone with me

Still like I'm. I feel like I'm slowly starting to cave into stress a little bit and I even started drinking a little again because I'm too broke for more weed and I'm just so stressed and unhappy all the time like. Ugh. I guess everyone in this situation is making bad choices here and not stepling up, huh 😅

[rosemary130]

The Hidden Killer

The seconds passing reminded me how long the phones been recording live for my channel. Reminding me to tell the viewers of the recent tragic events.

"As you all know", I start to say. "There's been an attempted murder directed at me. Leaving behind scars all over my arms and legs". Rolling up my sleeve's, I raised my arms to the camera. To show the viewers the battle scar's I have to keep.

A user named HelloK1ty_13 commented if their was anyone else at the house.

"Nobody was at the house with me, my sister Casey left the day before the attack". If she stayed, I fear she would've gotten killed.

Another user named HoneyBear_03 asked if everything was alright and if I needed to see a therapist. I wasn't comfortable answering so I moved on.

"The reason why im here today is because your about to hear the story how i've almost gotten killed in my sleep".

Let us begin.

It was a normal day, I woken up and started my day. There was video's needing edited and uploaded, which would take up most of the day. But before I get to work, I need some coffee.

"Morning Hannah", Casey passed over a cup of coffee filled with Vanilla ice cream creamer.

"Did you get any sleep last night", she ask's.

"A little, maybe if you stay an extra night I could finally beat you".

Every year, we get together and play video games almost until one in the morning. This year we played Super Mario Cart. It was so much fun.

"I wish", Casey said. "Sadly I have to head back to Nevada".

I understand Casey has to go because of her pet dog Moose, but it would be nice if she stayed an extra night.

"I understand. You can leave at anytime you want". Before my cup was bone dry, she asks me if i've heard about the sleeping killer.

"Who's that"?

"The sleeping killer has been going around to people's homes and killing them in their sleep".

Who would do such a thing.

"Did the police ever catch him or her"?

Casey walk's over and places her cup in the kitchen sink to be washed.

"They never caught the killer, only the after math".

While Casey was getting her things packed up, I could only think about the poor victim's family and how much they are suffering.

I walked my sister out to her car before saying, "Well it was nice for you to come by".

Casey quickly gave me a hug before getting into her car.

Fast forward to the middle of the day, a notification went off on my phone.

"What did a celebrity do this time"? Half expecting someone like Taylor Swift saying she's dating Johnny Depp. But I was wrong.

There's been reports saying the sleeping killer was spotted around the area and everyone need's to lock their doors and windows. The message scared me so much that I paused my work and checked if everything was locked.

"I'm safe", a sigh of relief came out of my chest. I went back to my room to finish uploading the last video. After a few hours i've finally finished.

Shutting off my computer and cleaning off my desk, I could finally go to bed.

Most day's I don't even attempt to get dressed and sleep in the clothes im wearing. But I managed to find some short's and a t-shirt with the sleeve's ripped off.

When I finally went to bed, I couldn't sleep. All that was on my mind was the killer.

"Relax", I said to myself. "Your going to be fine".

Suddenly I woke up with an uneasiness in my chest. Then out of nowhere, a sharp pain went straight up my arms.

When I opened my eyes, I was greeted with a figure in a dark colored hoodie. Hovering over me with a knife stained red.

With all the strength I have, I tried pushing them off but all I got was cuts all along the side of my arms. The throbbing pain made me want to scream.

I managed to throw myself off the bed, increasing the pain from the know bleeding cuts.

The killer started to follow me when I tried to run. Before reaching the door, they grabbed my shoulder and threw me across the room. Making contact with a glass table, sending shards everywhere. The glass went into my calves and upper thigh. The glass felt like being stabbed with a thousand needles.

I've tried screaming for help, to get anyone's attention but all I heard was nothing but silence. It was just me and the killer.

"It's time for you to go to sleep", the voice sounded terrifying it raised goosebumps on my neck and arms.

The one factor I couldn't get out of my head was the voice sound's so feminine.

At first I thought about giving up. Maybe it's for the best.

But then I thought about my sister. Her laugh. Her smile.

Deciding it wasn't time, I quickly ran towards the kitchen to grab the sharpest knife I could find.

I could hear the killer making it's way around the corner to complete the mission. The mission of killing me.

They charged towards me with the knife, directing it at my chest. Thankfully I dodged the first blow.

With my hands gripping my knife, I tried slashing at anything I could reach. Despite blood coming from the killers sleeve, they weren't fazed.

The second attack they nicked my other arm. Making it bleed profusely. Then something in my brain clicked.

Running towards them, I pushed my knife into their chest.

One, they yelped in pure agony.

Two, blood began to pool out through the hoodie.

I kept stabbing them until they collapsed onto the floor dead.

Coming back to reality, I looked back to the camera.

Thousand's of viewers commented things like: WTF, what happened, did you call the police, and why did I kill them.

I didn't know how to respond.

I've been answering these questions hundred's of times to the police and the news media. I didn't know what to do.

So I told the viewers the truth.

"When you're in a situation of fight or flight, where it's live or die," I began, "choosing to stay alive was the best decision I ever made."

I paused for a moment.

Just before ending the live stream, a user named Bagels4life asked why the killer's voice had sounded so bizarre to me.

A smile, one that might be seen as sadistic and psychotic, crept across my face.

"Let's just say I didn't need another game night to beat my sister, Casey."

With a satisfying click, I turned off the camera.

[notworking-com]

this is sooo pathetic i'm disappointed with myself

i cant even get myself to start im supposed to actually do things that MATTER

am i going to do this in metaphor or just spit out the ugly truth hm

NEVER BEATING THE ALLEGATIONS

switching to phone because i cant write this shit on that laptop ugh

here it is

okay okay going to let my inner middle grade out like nikki maxwell

i know this is just something to distract myself and that i just can’t stop liking anyone i’ve ever met but

and i very fucking hate myself for this trust me because it just makes me not able to act normal about ANYTHING and overanalyze NOTHING BUT

and i’m stupid anyways i’m stupid now he won’t like anyone stupid he’s on the top two rank of his class and his class is THE SMART people class.

yes ofc because he doesn’t spend his time pondering oand writing shit like this

but andjdkdidhdijjdiddjrjdjdjdjdjdjdjdkdkd

okay delusional in no judgement are allowed this is to be treated as A JOKE

my mind was just. okay!!!!!! but he sat next to me (as if he had any other choice) yesterday when he was helping our tryouts and i was clicking the answer and he spelled it out and he was just sitting there and he smelled really good (gilmore girls my beloved <3) and i cant i cant i cant

and then!!!! you know!!! we got this autograph thingy and he signed it near to mine!!!! (as if he’s got any space left on others) and the color shade!!!! almost exact same!!! (but that’s because his friend chose that and so he just rolled with it)

and then!!!! just today!!!! he asked what class i was in before!!!! like he said my name!! just out of nowhere!!!! he addressed me!!! why the fuck would you suddenly ask that fuck you

andthen. you know when the teacher was out and every 11th graders including me just stayed in because it was still raining outside and none of us want to go to class he sat in front of me!!!!!!! and it was super direct straight across from me. (as if he’s got any choice) and then because i was tired from being stupid all day and put my head on the table above my arms, my head to the left away, he was on his phone, arms forward, and we were pretty close on the table. and then we just occasionally get on our phones while the others talking which doesn’t make sense for him because he knows these guys (lmao i’ve lost it at this point plot = nada)

and then just way befor this.

he ONCE directed a question at me because the others (which are on 10th grade btw😭 i’m new and yet i’m def stupider than most of them) weren’t right whoosh

[midi4ri0love]

identity ask in honour of my 17th bday by @yup-im-a-werewolf i found on pinterest

1. if someone wanted to really understand you, what would they read, watch, and listen to? Psych, ATLA, MLP, Cars, Lilifee, Dionsaur Train, Middle Ages picture book, The Cruel Prince, Anne with an E, Spider Man.

2. have you ever found a writer who thinks just like you? if so, who? Nope

3. list your fandoms and one character from each that you identify with: AnnE (Anne), Marauders (Peter+Regulus), The Cruel Prince (Jude), MPL (Luna), Psych (Shawn).

4. do you like your name? is there another name you think would fit you better? I like my name, but maybe Angelina.

5. do you think of yourself as a human being or a human doing? do you identify yourself by the things you do? I consider myself a part of earth, and identify by my emotionally extreme actions.

6. are you religious/spiritual? i consider magic and believe that there is a reason all this exists. i believe in the multiverse.

7. do you care about your ethnicity? i care about my ethnicity's culture, so yeah

8. what musical artists have you most felt connected to over your lifetime? Taylor Swift, Bruno Mars, Meghan Trainor, Robbie Williams, Rachel Platten, Imagine Dragons, Linkin Park.

9. are you an artist? Yup: drawing/painting/animating, dancing, writing.

10. do you have a creed? nope.

11. describe your ideal day. i sleep til abt 9, the sunlight and a good smell of flowers and food wake me up, a loved one comes to my room and talks to me and we go to (warm/lunch-y) breakfast together, we and other 0-2 people i'm close to talk for hours at the table and drink tea, we get dressed and go skating, we come back and eat a warm meal, we paint, dance, talk and listen to music and then we read, we take a nap under the warm afternoon sun, i am left alone and can dance to music or draw or sleep and go to sleep early because i don't feel like i need to make up for lost time.

12. dog person or cat person? i always used to think i'd be a dog person and wished for one my whole life, but since i have one i love him, but realised that i'm a cat person

13. inside or outdoors? if it's warm but no sunscreen and no sweat kinda warm then outside, if it is windy outside, otherwise inside.

14. are you a musician? yup, i play the piano and the trumpet.

15. five most influential books over your lifetime: percy jackson (what mr d said abt science), the cruel prince (poisoning oneself to be immune, (war) strategies, empowering), harry potter (ruled my daydreams for abt 5 yrs now), Das Blaubeerhaus (made me a curious person), the spanish love deception (just an enjoyable read)

16. if you'd grown up in a different environment, do you think you'd have turned out the same? nope, i realised, that as a human, i am easily influenced. the power lies in actively knowing that.

17. would you say your tumblr is a fair representation of the "real you"? usually only the side i don't like, not the side i show.

18. what's your patronus? a normal cat, but i feel like it should be a horse, a tiger or a goat

19. which Harry Potter house would you be in? or are you a muggle? i'm a ravenclaww

20. would you rather be in Middle Earth, Narnia, Hogwarts, or somewhere else? HOGWARTS (narnia would be cool too tho, riding around with a sword)

21. do you love easily? maybe, i'm not sure what loving is. if what i do is loving then yes.

22. list the top five things you spend the most time doing, in order. sleeping, in school, listening to music, on my phone, eating.

23. how often would you want to see your family every year? depends on what part of my family.

24. have you ever felt like you had a "mind-meld" with someone? yeah, my ex-bff, sometimes it still hurts.

25. could you live as a hermit? probably easily, but maybe human contact every 2 weeks, it'd be amazing.

26. how would you describe your gender/sexuality? female, bisexual.

27. do you feel like your outside appearance is a fair representation of the "real you"? no, but it wouldn't be able to be shown in one physical appearance.

28. on a scale from 1 to 10, how hard is it for someone to get under your skin? 2 (so easy, i seem dumb)

29. three songs that you connect with right now. Enjoy the silence (Depeche Mode), My Love All Mine (Mitski), Beautiful Life (Ace of Base)

30. pick one of your favorite quotes.

"The scariest moment is always just before you start" ~Stephen King

[onlyswan]

summary: in which you wake up in the middle of the night without jungkook by your side.

> fluff, smut kinda almost / wc: 2.2k

> warnings: mention of an ugly ghost lol, making out, grinding

note: i was in the mood i’m sorry scratches head he’s just too hot. my drabbles never go according to plan yay :] not proofread well never have much time for it bc of classes see you all later i’ll try to post pure fluff again this week it’s in the drafts. wait ALSO CAN SOMEBODY CONFIRM THAT IM FUNNY my friends won’t admit it ??

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you slowly sit up on the bed, half-opened eyes glaring at the cold empty space beside you. you slip your feet in your fluffy slippers and slightly stumble on the way to the bathroom. you twist the doorknob to find the door open.

“jungkook?” your small voice echoes, only your head peeking through the door. no answer. no rustling. no sign of life. you close your eyes and sigh tiredly, leaning on the doorframe before continuing your search in the living room.

that’s where you find him. the large television screen serves as a dim light that washes over the white walls of your shared home, forming images and shapes that shift into new ones every time you blink.

you should have anticipated this when your boyfriend passed out the moment his body hit the mattress. supposedly, he was to rest for atleast fifteen minutes before hopping in the shower. minutes became hours. you fell asleep cuddling his sleeping figure after finishing a movie on your phone.

now it’s 1:17am and your boyfriend is fucking playing a vr horror game, completely tuned out from the real world. he moved the center table to the side to freely move around in an open space, wearing the vr goggles and holding the touch controllers. he doesn’t even feel your presence when you sit on the single chair beside the couch, watching everything from his left side. your eyes switch between him and the television. you can’t hear the sound effects since he’s also wearing a headset. on the bright side, you’re glad he listened to you about turning the volume down when he plays because the sounds often leak from the speakers. you used to scold him about it all the time.

he makes a startled noise when he looks back and turns out the head of the lady in the portrait moved to his direction, her bulging eyes staring at him accusingly. he quickly recovers and laughs out loud, carrying on with his journey of finding the items required for him to leave the haunted house.

“i think i got myself a crazy boyfriend.” you mutter to yourself, curling yourself up on the chair and leaning your head on the right armrest to maintain the good view of the game. he finds his luck in a dusty yet dainty bedroom, finding four items in a row.

“ah, ah, ah. here we go. i knew there’d be one here.” he closes the jewelry box, making a noise of satisfaction. he turns around to leave, but a stray piece of white cloth dangles infront of him and blocks the path.

“oing?” he reacts in confusion before chuckling in amusement. “oh, this is her room, isn’t it?”

your heart thuds loudly in your chest. you grab the blanket from the couch and wrap it around yourself, firmly grasping the fleece in your fists. “i swear to fucking god if you look up.”

and of course, he looks up. the face of the ghost screams at him from the ceiling, her ridiculously long hair dangling over his face. her eyes are bloody red. teeth rotting. a depiction of pure, terrifying anger. you let out a loud scream of fear and disgust, immediately burying your face in the blanket to hide. maybe this is just a silly nightmare.

it’s not the horrendous ghost but your scream that makes jungkook scream as well. he scrambles to remove the vr goggles, head whipping around until he finds your curled up figure in the chair. he observes you in shock, before calming down and realizing that you got scared of the ghost.

he squats down infront of you and caresses your hair softly. his touch makes your heart flutter in your chest. “baby?”

you slowly lift your head up, gasping for air. your eyes meet and you smile at him innocently. “hi.”

your cuteness makes him grin like a fool. he adores you like this, bare-faced and laidback in your pretty silk pajamas. it makes him want to baby you.

“so cute.” he holds your face in his hands and softly kisses you all over, making you giggle in delight after feeling lonely and deprived when you woke up earlier. you feel between your fingertips that his hair is still damp, meaning he still took that shower. you’re surprised you didn’t wake up then. or did he shower in the guest room?

“why are you here? was i too loud?” he strokes your cheek with the back of his fingers.

you shake your head. “that’s not it. how could you leave me all alone?” you whine loudly.

“weren’t you the one who told me that going to sleep with wet hair isn’t good?” he quizzes you, raising an eyebrow.

you open your mouth to defend yourself, but later on gives up in defeat. yes, you did tell him that.

“why? did you miss me?”

“of course i did! you were too busy with work to text me all day.” you frown, shyly avoiding his eyes. which you regret immediately, because your eyes land on the television screen where the game was accidentally paused on the ghost’s face. you groan in annoyance. you swiftly cover your eyes with your hand and use the other to pound at jungkook’s chest, pointing at the screen.

“make her go away! how am i supposed to sleep now? why can’t you just play garden of the sea or cook-out or something?” you complain as he exits the game he barely played for half an hour.

“ey, but those kind of games are not the vibes for this time of the night.” he explains himself, his thick busan satoori accent coming out. for some unexplainable reason, your knees always turn weak at how deep his voice becomes.

“you’re really not scared of anything, are you?” you shake your head with a smile that says ‘i can’t believe you sometimes.’

“that’s right.” he confirms with a wide grin. “except death. i can’t possibly fight that one, can i?”

an idea pops in your head.

“that’s not true.” you sit up properly with your legs crossed, looking at him innocently while reaching for his hands. “ehem. so you see,” you hold on to them on your lap and he looks at you suspiciously, his doe eyes squinting at you. you start pouting. “i’m badly craving the kitkat green tea right now. i was eating it in my dream. i’m seriously going to die because of how much i want it.”

“you know i’d commit crimes if you ask me to, right?”

“what?” you squeak out in surprise. that was so random. and intense. how did we end up in this topic again?

“i said, ‘okay, my love. i’ll go out and buy some for you right away’.” he gives you a kiss on the lips before getting up to grab his wallet from your shared room.

“that wasn’t what you said!” you yell out for him to hear you. “and i never told you to go out right now!” you kick your feet repeatedly in frustration.

“i want to go out with him.” you whine quietly to yourself before shouting. “i want to go out with you!”

shortly after, he comes back to the living room wearing his new blue bomber jacket.

he smiles at you teasingly. “we’re already going out though? for two years now.”

“you know what i mean.” you continue whining, pulling at the sleeve of his jacket. “let’s go to the convenience store together.”

“just stay warm here. it’s too cold outside. i’ll be quick, okay?” he gives you another kiss on the cheek, but you refuse to remove your grip so he won’t be able to walk away.

“but i wanna come with.” you plead once again.

“you’ll catch a cold. look what happened we went out to get pocky at 2am.”

he just had to back it up with a real example.

“then what about you? you’ll catch a cold too.” you fight back stubbornly.

“i told you i’m a super antibody.” he puffs out his chest proudly. “i never catch anything.”

he pats your head menacingly before giving you another kiss on the temple. “i’ll go get your chocolate now, okay? i’m fighting your death.” he chips in on building up your freshly made inside joke.

going out at ass o’clock to buy your food cravings isn’t exactly new for jungkook. sometimes you tag along, sometimes you don’t. but since you caught a cold that one time, he started insisting on going alone. which is understandable considering the situation nowadays. so you surrender.

“fineee. just don’t get hurt and come back quickly, okay?”

—

jungkook tosses his mask at the bin and calls out your name the second he walks into the apartment. “i broke my promise. i got hurt!”

unfortunately, you don’t hear his tragic announcement. you’re too busy taking pizza orders as a dedicated pizza parlor employee working in a virtual reality.

“can’t they form a single line? can’t they see i’m the only person managing this restaurant? where is the compassion?” you mutter to yourself, gritting your teeth at the impatient look on the animated characters’ faces.

your boyfriend stands on the side, watching you play in bewilderment.

“huh, we have totally different taste.” he says more to himself, words slurred because his tongue is sticking out of his mouth. he’s still holding the cup of hot chocolate that burned it. he crosses the room and takes a seat on the chair you previously occupied, leaving his jacket on the couch.

in the end, you failed the level. which doesn’t exactly come as a shock to the both of you. when you take off the goggles, you’re instantly greeted by jungkook uncontrollably laughing at his phone. without your knowledge, your boyfriend took a video of you cursing and giving every customer exactly the ingredients they specifically requested to not be added to their pizza. why would you do that? someone may ask, and the answer, simply out of spite. for more context, one of them claimed to have a rare allergy to olives. you only added cheese and olives to their pizza.

“you are evil. so evil.” he wipes the tears from his eyes using the back of his hand, body still vibrating from laughter.

“yah, delete that!” you jump and tackle him, but he quickly acts and hides it behind him. you attempt to drag him off the chair but he doesn’t budge. god, not even for an inch.

he watches you in pure amusement.

“you are so annoying.” you say bitterly, climbing on his lap to try and reach for the phone behind him again. but somehow, you end up with both wrists being held by his one hand.

oh, you almost forgot that your boyfriend is a strong man.

“i love you. here’s your kitkat green tea.” he dangles the plastic bag infront of you, but you tilt your head to look at him in question.

“why are you talking like that?”

“i burned my tongue.” he pouts at the direction of the cup of hot chocolate on the table beside him, placing the plastic bag next to it.

“my poor baby.” you hold his face in your hands, brushing away his hair away from his eyes. “should i kiss it better?”

he doesn't respond. instead, he grabs you by the waist and hungrily smashes his lips against yours. a lewd moan escapes your throat which makes his cock twitch in his sweatpants. your tongues meet, and you try your best to soothe him like you promised. he tastes sweet. not only from the hot chocolate, but mostly because he's your jungkook. you could never have enough of him. he's a fountain of all your most favorite things in the universe.

you unconsciously tug at his hair from the intensity of the make out session, hips starting to grind against his thigh in a desperate attempt to relieve the tingling ache growing in your center.

“i don't think you understand how much you drive me crazy.” he mutters against your lips, his wet kisses moving south.

“i love you.” your voice comes out barely above a whisper. the pit in your stomach is growing unbearable and at this point you’ll die if left untouched. his every touch is fuel added to a flame, and at the same time he is the only who can tame your storm.

“i love you more.” you gasp quietly when you feel his teeth sink in the sensitive skin of your neck, addicted with leaving his marks on you.

“bedroom.” he says, voice dripping with authority. while he manhandles you into wrapping your legs around his waist, you say something he doesn't quite catch. his lustful eyes drink you in, and you gulp nervously.

“hmm? what is it that you want, baby?”

he traces the direction you’re looking at, and his shoulders drop comically.

“my kitkat . . .”

“you can snack on them after. i’m so fucking hard right now, babe.” he nuzzles his face against your neck, planting kisses on the back of your ear.

you hold on to his shoulders to ground yourself in reality, lost in how good he is making you feel. fuck, he doesn't even need to say it. you can feel him grinding against your ass.

“i said i'd kiss your tongue better, not your dick. but i mean, i guess i might as well-” you yelp in surprise when he puts you over his shoulder and carries you to the bedroom.

and no, he doesn’t notice you grab the plastic bag out of reflex.

[georgiaheartsdilfs]

→drunk night out (PT 1/3) sebastian s x f!reader

prompt :you are a famous actor, known for your movie with ryan reynolds. you have met sebastian stan once before at a mutual friend's party. One night you go out drinking with your friends and you get completely shit faced you didn't realise your friends had left you, so you tried to make it home by yourself.

warnings :idk how sensitive people are so if you get offended by my misuse of chopsticks then uh... sorry? other notes :this one is kind of long hence the page break and there will be a part 2 :)

"steve another gin and tonic" I slam my money on the counter as the bartender shakes his head laughing "in fact steve" i pause looking around to the few people in the bar "one drink for every bought by yours truly" I slur winking at him and he gives me a disappointed look.

"miss y/n your friends left hours ago why are you still here?" steve asks me, it did look like my friends left... I don't know when they left, but they did.

"for a party i only need uno amigo and that is me" I point to myself as steve places a glass infront of me filling it up "this is your last one, do you need me to call an uber?" he asked and I shook my head "I can walk home of course" obviously i can't but I think I can.

downing the drink I put a random bill on the table "tip" I point at it before walking off counting my steps from the chair to the door, 23 steps. 23 long big strides to the door.

sitting down on the curb counting the cars driving past, one, two, seven, eight, five, six, seven "did I say seven already" I think looking up at the stars "woahhh" my mouth gaped open "not a single fucking star" I stand up walking across the road.

A car stops right infront of me honking repetitively "hey, thats not nice im trying to cross this long road" I point at the man who raises his arms at me, i reach the other side of the road and I walk towards a tree attempting to hug it but falling flat on my face.

"miss are you alright" a voice says grabbing my arm pulling me up "oh sebastian" I say excited "god wow what a coincidence that I bump into you in here in this place" he looks at me laughing gently before picking me up bridal style.

"this place y/n is outside so i guess you'd find me in the middle of new york where I live" he snickers "where are you carrying me" I ask looking around as he places me down "in a car thats going to kidnap you" he says and I sit up "WHAT NO" I say hitting the door.

I look over to the drivers seat "relax y/n i'm taking you somewhere, where the paparazzi wont thrash you for being drunk off your face in the middle of the night" he says buckling me in.

"why are you out drinking?" he asks before starting the car and driving off "well, you remember how actually i just wanted a fun night out" I slur leaning my head back "would you like to stop for chinese?" he asks politely "hey, what are you doing out in the middle of town?" I point at him.

Sebastian looks at his radio and then back at the road "I like driving and well I had actually stopped to get a bottle of water but you fell and I forgot what I was doing" he said causing my to burst out laughing "coincidence i think NOT" I say winding the window down poking my head out.

I could hear sebastian's faint laughter whilst i intake all of the polluted air, after a couple minutes sebastian stops outside a chinese store "what do you like to eat" he says pulling my hand so that I would get my head in the car "noooooooodlesssss" i moan and he nods "wait here" he says and I nod.

Sebastian walks out of the car and into the store and I reach for his phone opening the camera and pushing the video option.

"hi sebastian's phone it's me y/n! i dont even really know sebastian. i met him once at this mutual friends party and i wasnt drunk... i mean i was but i wasnt this drunk you know woohoo but right now he's looking really fine. i mean i only see his back right now but as far as im concerned well im not" I slur pointing at the camera.

"sebastian wont let me leave the car infact he put kids lock on this stupid thing so i can't escape like he couldnt escape hydra... pussy but i have to give it to the man he is buying me noodles" facing the camera towards sebastian as he orders the food.

I hold the camera in that position until he turns around and spots me using his phone and he points at me shaking his head "oops he caught me gotta goooo" i wave stopping the video and putting his phone back as he opens my door "what are you doing on my phone y/n?" he asks and I whistle.

"one two three four" I hum pretending he wasn't there "phone" he says "recording a vlog for chinese food" I smile to him and he sighs "come on get some fresh air" he says unbuckling my seatbelt and helping me up.

"come on" he groans wrapping my arm around his shoulders placing a bottle of water in my other hand "hey you got that bottle of water" I laugh opening it with my teeth and drinking the whole bottle "it was delicious" I burp.

After a while he lets go of me and I lean against his car, the guy calls out for our food and he jogs over to grab it and I run back in the car locking all the doors laughing at him.

He knocks on the window disappointed holding our food in a bag "y/n open the door" he says and I shake my head "I'll refund your noodles" he says and I look at him "You wouldn't" offended at me he turns around and I reach over for his door swinging it wide open "HERE" I yell as he turns around with a smirk getting in the car. "for someone i've only met once you have some nerve to buy noodles for me and then threaten to take it back" I point my finger at him and he chuckles placing the food in the back seat "mackie did tell me not to threaten you with food" he laughed "to my house we go" he continues, his house? "the second time we meet and i'm going to your house please buy me a drink first" I smirk as he rolls his eyes "you did that for yourself plenty of times" he says. Winding my window down I admire new york lights in the middle of the night, i hadnt live here for long but i know that i moved here because it was beautiful. Maybe an hour later we stop at a beautiful house not too big and not too small "who lives here" i ask as he turns the car off "me and myself" he smiled at me before getting out and walking over to my door and opening it, I stumble out of the car, Sebastian catching me before my nose skimmed the concrete and was shaved down. he dusts me off laughing "you gotta be more careful gorgeous" he says opening the backdoor grabbing the food and then locking the car, he grabs my arm wrapping it around his shoulders walking me to his front door. "stand still" he said unlocking his door opening it to reveal a surprisingly tidy house "I expected you to be neat not a neat freak" I walk around admiring the house as he walks away into the kitchen, i start walking over to the huge luxurious sofa and falling back on it "I get why Mackie loves your couch" I slur making imaginary snow angels on the couch. (if you get the mackie reference you get it) "He hasn't even been in my house let alone my sofa" Seb says from the kitchen unpacking the food, he walks over handing me a carton of noodles with chopsticks "you do know how to use those right" he says pointing to the cutlery and I laugh sitting up "of course" looking at the chopsticks in my noodles grabbing them. The chopsticks move weirdly, not in time with my hand or in sync with my hand like they usually do "maybe not drunk" I give up looking over to him as he laughs placing his food on the table grabbing me a fork and giving it to me "can you use that?" he said and I look at him. "if I can't then I truly am the worst celeb ever" I mumble focusing on my hand as it grabs the fork, the noodles wrap around it and i bring it to my mouth quickly shoving all of it in before it falls on my shorts. I laugh victoriously with food in my mouth as does Sebastian. "im in a shirt and shorts, off my face, eating noodles with bucky barnes" I say as he nods "and i'm in pants and a shirt, not off my face, eating fried rice with Ryan Reynolds wife in the proposal" he chuckles "fake wife" I point my fork at him and he nods "of course how could I forget" he says. Probably an hour passes before I check my phone "shoot its almost five am" I slouch back on Sebastians couch "I have a spare room if you wanted, I could give you a spare shirt and some very manly shorts to shower into my shower is just around the corner" he stands up grabbing my rubbish and putting it in his bin "i would say i can walk home but you saw how the first try went" I groan and he laughs "its no hassle". "come i'll show you where the room and the shower is and then ill go get your clothes, can you walk?" he asks as I stand up "I think i've sobered a tiny bit" I cough and he nods "right this way then" he smiles leading me down a corridor "here is your room" he points to the door walking inside "theres your shower" he continues pointing to another door in the room. "wow your rich, captain america money or another movie" I ask looking around the room that was fully furnished with a TV, queen size bed and a painting "captain america" he chuckles smacking his lips "wow" I smile, he leaves the room and I run the

water of the shower. Sebastian comes back with a black shirt and some really thick shorts, but they looked really comfortable. "if you need me im at the end of the hallway yeah uh goodnight" he smiles leaning against the doorframe and I nod smiling "thank you sebastian" i say and he nods "of course" he says gently before leaving the room closing the door after him.

[seungssky]

chapter 7: his t-shirt wc: 843

i got ready tonight with the help of felix coming over to my apartment uninvited, but i always cherish his presence, mostly because he is busy with school (surprisingly). i wore a nice letterman jacket with some plain black jeans. it fit the vibe since we weren't going anywhere fancy, and it would probably be cold later at night. 

i thanked felix for coming over as he was on his merry way to go to him and innie’s dorm.. the restaurant was only a few blocks away from campus, so i decided to walk there. 

once i arrived, the place was lit up really nicely with fairy lights and lamps. i waited outside for a little bit until i saw jisung walk up to me. i smiled at him and greeted him. the others showed up not too long after and we all greeted each other. “shall we go in?” chan says with a toothy smile. “yes! i’m starving” changbin exclaims excitedly. “you always are,” hyunjin laughs back. changbin rolled his eyes and held the door open for all of us to walk inside. i thank him quietly before walking in behind chan and jisung, seungmin not too far behind me.

we all sat down at a table near the big window, which is always my favorite table in any restaurant.. im seated in the middle, with seungmin on my left and jisung on my right. hyunjin was across from me, with changbin on his right and chan on his left. 

after our orders were taken, most of the rest of the night was me talking to jisung. he had told me many stories of him and the other members of 3racha, their experience in music making, and their times in the studio. hyunjin then talked to me about his hobby for painting and art. i thought that was really cool. i then talked to seungmin only a little bit before the food arrived. he told me about how he likes photography and is majoring in it. everyone had really cool artistic majors and passions, which i found really cool. with me being a business major, there was no fun and games in my life. 

jisung mostly took up my attention for the night, but he seemed really excited to talk about whatever he was talking about. i listened to him closely as he explained everything. it was so nice to see how passionate he was in his music career. and he seemed really passionate in talking about it with me as well.

we ended dinner and walked around the park nearby for a little bit before we all had to go home. “it’s getting somewhat late, we should head out,” chan says looking at his phone screen. “yeah i agree, i have a 9am class,” changbin groans after he realizes the time his class was. “we will hang out another time y/n! i will make sure of it!” han jumps in glee as he gives me a thumbs up. chan and changbin head to their car first, followed by hyunjin, han, and seungmin falling behind them.

“are you going to get home safe? did you drive here?” seungmin asks me before he leaves. “i actually walked here, my dorm is on the north side, which is only a 10 minute walk from here,” i replied with a small smile. he stared at me with huge puppy eyes before speaking again. “i will walk you home, it’s really late and anything can happen in 10 minutes you know?” he smiled at me before texting hyunjin that he was going to walk me home.

i was really flattered by the small gesture, but he probably just did it out of worry, since it is pretty dark out right now. “okay, if it’s okay with you!” “always.” 

the walk home was silent for the most part, seungmin looked hesitant to speak, but i did not want to push it. i was getting a little cold, so i wrapped my arms around myself in a self hug to give myself a little bit of warmth. seungmin noticed this quickly and took his hoodie off. "wear this, you look like you're going to freeze your damn toes off," he laughed and gestured me to take his sweater. i blushed greatly (and thank goodness he couldn't see my face due to how dark it was outside) and took the hoodie out of his hands and placed it over my head to wear it. he smiled and patted my head before we continued walking toward my dorm.

as we arrived at my doorstep, i thanked him profusely for taking me home this late at night. it seemed like he was very glad to even have that opportunity. i lifted my arms to take his hoodie off, but seungmin stopped my movement before it was off. "you don't need to give it back to me right now, you can keep it." i looked at him with a confused gaze before i moved to put the hoodie back over my body.

seungmin hesistated before speaking again. “hey y/n, i was wondering if you wanted to hang out sometime? maybe after class somewhere nice” he said to me as he fiddled with the hem of his t-shirt. i was slightly taken aback at his words, since i was not expecting for him to say anything like that. i blinked before i smiled and accepted his offer. “of course! just text me any time, for majoring in business, i somehow have a lot of time on my hands,” i laughed as i grabbed my keys out of my pocket. “i’ll see you around then?” i asked him before unlocking my door. “of course, i’ll text you.”

before i walked through the door, i turned around to wrap my arounds around seungmin’s waist. he paused for a moment, then returned the gesture around by shoulders. “bye seungmin,” was my final sentence before walking in my dorm and closing the door.

what. a. night.

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summary: late at night, kim seungmin finds a girl standing in the pouring rain, and offers her his small umbrella. after she gets home, seungmin never caught her name, or much of what she looks like. chaos strikes when the two college students attempt to find each other's identities.

[meetmymouth]

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#7 If we both want to fit, we’ll have to cuddle

#17 Sleeping in the same bed for the first time

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"This is my room," comes a gruff voice behind you as you keep looking out the window, taking in the greenery and the beautiful ocean.

See, you knew he would be here.

You knew, because Harry and Mitch were attached at the hip, and you didn't mind. You didn't mind seeing your ex every time you were invited to hang out with MitchandSarah & co, except when said ex decided to be an evil arsehole.

Perhaps, calling him an "ex" was weird, seeing how your time alone only consisted of you both getting high, mostly naked as he whispered the filthiest things in your ear and promised to make you feel good, be the best you've ever had. Other than that, though, he was an insufferable bastard. Since you never hung out with the man without your friends around–getting rat-arsed and high... and the activities that followed aside–, you didn't know if he was always this annoying.

He seemed to be getting along just fine with the others, especially Sarah and the other girls, so you had no problems scratching off the "women hater" off your list. And you can't ever recall him being this insufferable while you both were fucking which was, in his case, miserable. So, it was definitely annoying. You weren't that interested in him to think that he was being mean because he was secretly in love with you. That was a myth, a pathetic myth, wasn't it? No, you wouldn't steep that low. He was just an arse, full stop.

You turn around with an eye-roll, and within seeing his face, you nearly clench your fists like a ten-year-old. "Do you live here?" You ask, hoping the boring expression on your face is also detectable in your tone.

It's certainly not a surprise when Harry scoffs.

"I don't, but I picked this room first. Since, you know," he looks around, and walks further into the room, finally stopping at the feet of the bed. "You were late. As per."

"Oh fuck off. This isn't summer camp. Besides, I don't see any of your shit around. The room was empty when I arrived."

"If you bothered to look inside the wardrobe..."

Seriously, you find yourself thinking, how the fuck did you ever end up with this man. Naked.

There's a commotion downstairs, so you both turn to the door, but much to your dismay, there's no one coming to check up on you and hopefully, save you from Harry Styles' pathetic gob.

You turn towards the window again, eyes squinting briefly at the last bits of sunshine that's glinting from between the branches.

"Well. You shouldn't have left then. You weren't here when I arrived."

Harry shakes his head, and you swear you can see his nostrils flaring if you look carefully. Though, you just watch him with a smug smile on your face as he walks to the wardrobe and pulls open the white doors. True to his word, his clothes are there, perfectly folded, and for a moment you feel a pang of guilt before you look back up at his face and see the furrowed eyebrows.

"See. My clothes. I'm sure Sarah will sort it out for you, find you another room or summat."

"There's only three bedrooms. Can't sleep with a pregnant woman and her boyfriend, can I?"

"What about Rachel and David? Aren't you best friend's with her?"

"Harry, you're ridiculous. Just–" you wipe the sweat off of your forehead, feeling yourself grow hotter and hotter each passing minute. "–just sleep on the sofa. This is my first vacation this year. You go on holidays every week or so. Let us commoners have this."

"Oh, please. Didn't you have a girls weekend getaway or whatever the fuck in Soho Farmhouse two weeks ago?"

You can't help the scoff that leaves your mouth, and a raised eyebrow follows. "How do you know about that?"

"Because," he rolls his eyes, and slams the wardrobe shut. "You post seven hundred stories every day."

"You're a stalker."

"You sleep on the sofa."

You smirk, noticing how he avoided your previous statement.

To be fair, you hated posting on your story. Though, knowing Harry followed you on Instagram made posting on there fun, and seeing his username on the list of who watched your stories pop up at the very top every single time whenever you posted a story almost made you let out a mingy little laugh and rub your hands together, and scream "gotcha!".

"I won't."

"You're getting on my nerves."

"What a coincidence," you ignore the stare he's sending your way and walk towards your carry on, and start taking the contents out one by one, laying everything on the bed.

He watches with a scowl on his face, arms crossed across his chest, and a satisfied smile paints your features as you take out the toiletries bag next.

"Are you seriously unpacking right now?" Harry cranes his neck so he can see better. He looks ridiculous, standing in the middle of the room with arms crossed, but you refrain from saying anything.

In fact, you don't even answer him. Perhaps, you find yourself thinking, it was silly to unpack your underwear first. It wasn't as if you brought super "sexy" shit or lace everything. You can definitely feel his gaze watching your every movement as you take everything out carefully and place them on top of each other. With most of your underwear in hand, you get on one knee in front of the bedside table and open the drawer, placing everything inside and it's surprising how he hasn't claimed the bedside table yet.

"Look," he sighs. "I'll talk to Sarah, maybe you can sleep with her and Mitch–"

"–don't be stupid we're not making them sleep with other people because you can't be a gentleman and sleep on the sofa."

"Oh for fuck's sake," he growls, and you finally look at him, eyebrows raised in hopes of making him feel as stupid as he sounds right now. Unfortunately, though, he continues, "Okay, damn it, I'll sleep on the floor."

Fool.

"Common sense, Harry. Always pick sofa. No matter what."

"Were you born to make my life a living hell?"

"Look," you sit on the bed, and look around. "This is boring me to death. I'm sleeping on the bed. If you shut your gob, you can sleep with me on the bed."

Harry lets out an obnoxious laugh. "Just admit I was here first and you didn't bother checking the–"

"Yes, I didn't and what about it? I'm here now, aren't I? I'm on the bed, babes. Anyway," you get on your feet, and with one last look at him, you start walking towards the door. "I'll see you in a bit. I guess."

You both manage to avoid each other as much as you can throughout the day, and really, it wasn't that hard considering the good company of your friends, good food and good alcohol. You mainly helped Sarah and Rachel in the kitchen as the men lounged on the sun loungers, Mitch handling the grill and David helping you guys with the drinks that came in and out of the house pretty quickly with the way you lot consumed them like water.

You spend the night eating, laughing and drinking, sometimes singing along to whatever song played on David's fancy Bluetooth speaker, and everyone begins ushering inside with full bellies and most of them–except the very pregnant Sarah–with a tipsy smile on their faces.

You leave before Harry though, leaving him smoking his last cigarette by the pool while you run up the stairs and into the room, closing the door behind you. You quickly get rid of the romper and get your favourite pyjamas on, eyes searching for the orange makeup bag so you can take off the remaining makeup before bed. You knew it was silly not to do your night routine, but you still zip the bag closed with a sad expression on your face, not wanting to see your toner and night cream any more than you needed to as you throw it on the floor next to your bags. It's pathetic really, how determined you are to get in the bed before Harry can that you forego your whole routine and stick to some cotton pads. Though, plugging your charger and getting between the cool sheets make you forget all about it as you let out a sigh, and unlock your phone to do your nightly scroll before falling asleep.

As you double tap on a selfie, the door opens, and you hear him scoff, again. You keep scrolling though, and try to sneak a few glances at him as he makes a beeline for the wardrobe, and to your surprise, begins to undress. You try to stay calm, and not to think about how domestic this whole thing seems; being in the same room as him as he gets ready for bed.

Right, getting ready for bed.

You keep your eyes on your phone as his clothes hit the floor one by one, and when you look up briefly, he's got a pair of joggers on, and he's throwing the clothes he had on in the wardrobe.

He turns around, and find your gaze, and he rolls his eyes.

"I knew you'd be in bed, here, as soon as I heard someone running. Forgot you were a literal five-year-old," he mutters under his breath, loud enough so you can still hear him. "I'm not sleeping on the sofa."

"I love how you're basically arguing with yourself."

"Like I said, I'm not sleeping on the sofa. I didn't come all the way to sleep on a bloody sofa."

"Suit yourself. I guess we're sharing. Unless," you lock your phone, and place it on the bedside table. "You want to share," you shrug, adjusting your pillow and sigh at the cool fabric against your hot cheeks.

You can feel him thinking, the wheels turning in his head, and you finally hear the floorboards creek underneath his feet as he walks closer to the bed, and pushes the sheets off of you. The whole thing.

You blink in surprise. "Stop it, dude! What the fuck."

"I'm getting in! Fuck's sake, be quiet."

"You did that just to annoy me."

You're both quiet for a minute, Harry taking his rings off and then comes his socks, and he finally copies you, laying on his back on the bed. He covers the both of you, though you know it's not intentional since he couldn't do it without covering his own body with the duvet, and then he lets out a strangled sigh.

"The bed's too small."

"Are you calling me fat?"

"What?" He turns his face to you, and perhaps it's the first time he's looking at you– really looking.

His brows are furrowed, and lips turned downwards in a pout.

"I'm taking the piss, Harry. I know you're not calling me fat."

"Good," he says, though his voice isn't exactly soft. "I wouldn't."

"Good."

Silence.

It's unbearable.

Despite the hot weather, you feel yourself shiver, and you wish you were the only one in bed so you could do the whole burrito technique with the duvet. Alas... you stay where you are. You both do.

A dog barks in the distance, the high-pitched bark coming through the open window, and you can feel Harry breathing too fast beside you. You want to shout at him, tell him to fuck off and... not breathe too fast, though it sounds a bit too rude even for you, so you stay silent and wait for the dog to pipe the fuck down.

You try to turn on your side, because you could never see yourself fall asleep laying on your back like a vampire, but you almost fall, not anticipating the tiny space you've got going on. It's bad, and you know you're not going to get a good sleep. So, you find yourself contemplating about getting up and sleeping on the sofa because honestly, fuck him.

Harry shuffles next to you, presumably trying to find a good position to sleep in himself, but he lets out a groan and it startles you.

"What's wrong with you!"

"The bed's too fucking small."

"We've established that."

He sniffs, hands clenching the sheets around his body. "I don't sleep on my back. My back hurts."

You don't say anything, hoping for him to just get up and leave, go sleep on the sofa. He doesn't, though. It's another fifteen minutes before you let out another sigh, trying to get comfortable on the bed, and Harry copies you. You both turn on your sides, facing each other and Harry groans when your knee makes contact with his thigh, making you cringe in embarrassment. A quiet sorry leaves your mouth and he shakes his head, then turns the other way, facing the door.

"Fuck," he spits after a minute. "If we both want to fit, we'll have to cuddle."

"Cuddle? Fuck no."

"Just," he turns to you again, but the bed is too small for you both so his knees touch yours. "Just come closer. Either that, or go sleep on the sofa."

"Why don't you–"

"You're so stubborn! Come closer, I won't eat you or fall in love with you. Fuck."

You groan, but oblige for some reason, feeling your heart beginning to beat faster for some ridiculous reason.

It's been a long time, you find yourself trying to convince your heart. It's been a long, long time since you've been this close to a human being. Too long since you've cuddled with someone, so obviously you were going to feel a little excited, and weird. Yes, definitely weird.

You get closer and he lifts up his arm, you both sharing a look before you roll your eyes and place your hand on his wrist, placing it on your hip. He's quiet, eyes searching yours, and the crease between his brows are gone, and you want to laugh, because who knew it only took your skin against his to wipe that stupid grimace off of his face.

"I still think you're annoying," Harry mumbles, clearly sleepy. His hold on your hip becomes tighter as his thumb strokes your skin over the fabric.

"I know. Just shut up and sleep."

[fivefeetfear]

Chp 5

……….

So let me get this straight, you were the top of the relationship?

I smirk at Blitz text before responding.

Yes. Even back then shy dorky me knew how to assert myself in the bedroom.

I sent back. I was currently in the waiting room of Ozzies with my manager as we waited for our meeting with Asmodeus. In all honestly I am very nervous. This club is always packed and it would be very humiliating if it wasn’t the nights I’m here! But I can’t think like. I have to be positive about my abilities to draw in and keep a crowd entertained.

“There she! The star herself Obscure Heart, it’s a honor to have you here. I can’t imagine how chaotic your life must be now that the whole rings of hell know all about you.” Asmodeus says as he approaches me and my manager. We both stand up and exchange hand shakes.

“Hello Asmodeus thank you for inviting us. And yes things are getting very crazy. My phone has been blowing up with calls and emails for meetings.” My manager brags trying to sale the idea that my time is money which it is. Every media outlet has been reaching out to me on socials for an interview.

“Well then I should consider my self lucky to have steal you away first! Now let’s go in my office and talk out the details.” The three of us walk to the back to his office, inside there was purple and blue mood lightly. He guides us over to a large pink love couch in the middle a large table with glasses and Champagne.

“So it’s really simple. I want to book Obscure for the month. Not only would this give you for sure large sum of money every night you work, but it will give you exposure and free press in the media. We have a long standing reputation of creating stars here. Versika Mayday, the Squirters, Ruthless and Taylor Swift. Of course she is in the human realm now.” I took in all the information as I look at my manager. I could see her doing the math in her head.

“It would save us a lot of money on doing press tours. People will want to come here giving Ozzies more money. I can see it now haters and fans pooling into the streets just wanting to get a peek at Obscure! It will be madness! No one ignores a mob, investors will be lining up at the door to have you make ads or promo their stupid shit online for 5 stupid seconds! You’ll be the topic in each realm!” My manager says quickly letting out maniacal laughter here and there. I had to agree with her it would make it a lot easier to get more exposure at a popular club that’s all packed each night. Giving me time to adjust to my new life and maybe work on my songs more.

“I say let’s do it.”

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“Yes! Let’s do it! I’ll call everyone to come in today for rehearsal we are starting this ASAP!” And with that she left the office to make some calls.

“Great and I’ll get the paper work!” Asmodeus hums as he too left the room. Leaving me alone on the couch.

“Hey toots~” or so I thought. I look up to see Fizzarolli hanging from the ceiling. He easily jump down and lands safely before me.

“What do you want?” I mutter leaning back on the couch. The clown was stretching and twisting his body every which way releasing a loud yawn. Did he sleep here or something?

“Oh come on don’t be like that. I still can’t get last night out of my mind~” he purrs straddling me down on the couch. Here we go again.

“Look that was a moment of weakness. It won’t ever happen again.” I spat with a scowl. This only made him chuckle as he tilts my chin up with a his index finger.

“Ohhh playing hard to get, I love games~. I Remember we use to play lots of games with lots of toys~.” He purrs into my ear. His hand slowly tracing up my inner thighs. I quickly grab his wrist and press my arm against his neck. Easily enough I switch positions with him on the couch having me on top while holding him down.

“You never know when to quit do ya? Im not fucking you ever! And especially not in Asmodeus office!” I bark.

“Why not? Me and him do it all the time.” He response nonchalantly. My eyes blew wide as I press harder against his trachea.

“What the fuck? Are you still pulling this shit!?” I was seeing red. All I wanted to do in this moment was fucking kill the bastard. He has everything and he STILL can’t keep his hands to himself! It broke my heart into pieces when I learned he cheated on me. I could never fall prey into his hands. I could never bring that kind of pain to anyone else.

I fucking refuse to be the other woman.

You are fucking despicable. You are a low-some individual, an excuse of an imp. And you aren’t worth it.” Gaining some control I shove myself off of him allowing the idiot to breathe. He cough and hacked for air as he lean forward on his knees. He sputter something trying to talk but I reach over and grab the bottle of Champagne by the neck and pour the cold drink all over him.

“As long as I work here, you will not speak to me. You will not come close to me and if you do I’ll kill you.” I hiss as I  turn around and left the office.

“ pathetic.” Was the last thing I said before closing the door on the chocking clown.

…………

That whole interaction was a week ago. And I kept my promise, I didn’t engage with the clown while I was here rehearsing. Thankfully it took majority of my time while at Ozzies. Fizzarolli had made several attempts to talk to me. Whenever I noticed him getting closer I immediately left or when he spoke I just ignored his existence. I was not here to play games. I was here to do a job and get the fuck out.

But whenever I would see him clingy to Asmodeus or seeing them act like a couple I had to admit it did bother me. But i had to play it cool, especially when Fizzarolli would catch me watching them. I was a bit jealous because the way he so sweet to Asmodeus and the way he makes him laugh was the same way he treated in our relationship. Then he slowly turned into a jackass that constantly criticize everything I did. Myself worth took a major blow until he ended it so abruptly, leaving me to pick up the pieces. But I don’t have to think about this! I have to think about my first performance today! And I was shitting bricks! I had to beg Blitz and the gang to come tonight. Apparently they all had a bad experience at Ozzies because the dynamics duo. But nevertheless they showed up! I was doll up and ready to go on stage. I easily spotted my friends amongst the crowded.

I had them sit front row, Blitz gave me his crazy ass pep talk before shoving me on stage. When I look out into the crowd I notice the club had to remove the tables in the back and set it up as arena for a concert due to the volume of guest that paid extra to come inside. My fans adore me the moment I step on stage and gave them a show. There were other performances before me but by the way the audience were reacting they are clearly here for me!  I got in place for my last song of the night wishing I had more to offer but the rest of songs are being completed.

I met him out for dinner on a Friday night

He really got me working up an appetite

He had tattoos up and down his arm

There's nothing more dangerous than a boy with charm

He's a one stop shop, makes the panties drop

He's a sweet talkin' sugar coated candy man

A sweet talkin' sugar coated candy man

He took me to the Spider club on Hollywood and Vine

We drank champagne, and we danced all night

We shook the paparazzi for a big surprise (a big surprise)

The gossip tonight will be tommorow's headlines

He's a one stop shop, makes my cherry pop

He's a sweet talkin' sugar coated candy man (oh yeah)

A sweet talkin' sugar coated candy man

I smile widely seeing everyone reaction to the song. The audience either clap or sway in their seats. I couldn’t fight the smile on my face as me and my dancers executed the routine with flare. My outfit left nothing to the imagination as I show off my goods under the hot light.

He got those lips like sugar cane

Good things come for boys who wait

He's a one stop shop with a real big (uh)

He's a sweet talkin' sugar coated candy man

(Say what) a sweet talkin' sugar coated candy man

(Say) a sweet talkin' sugar coated candy man, woo

A sweet talkin' sugar coated candy man

Candy man, candy man

Candy man, candy man

Candy man, candy man

I huff heavily as we end the song with a striking pose. My ears were filled with cheers and whistles as we took our bows. This feelings is so unreal. I wanted to feel this every night I sang! This is what I want to do for the rest of my life.

“Ok folks that was end of the show! I hope you freaks liked what you saw. And don’t worry for those at home, if you missed Obscure, she will be performing again in a couple more nights! So grab your tickets and bring clean underwear Cuz it’s gonna be sexy show!” Fizzarolli says as he made his way to the stage fulfilling his host duties. He sent me a wink but I just walk away from him to get off the stage to my friends. I knew me ignoring him is getting under his skin. He hated it more than anything. But no matter what he does it will never get a rise out of me.

“Say Obscure next time you write a song about me give me my props.” He cracks making the guest look at me in shock. The news has been skeptical about our relationship. I have been dodging any questions that hinted at any romantic relationship with the idiot and here he is confirming it!!

“I mean come on it’s obvious she still completely in love with me and who could blame her! Although it wasn’t that long ago, I cant seem to remember why I let that hot piece of ass go.” He says tauntingly a large grin on his face.

“Say Obscure what do you say about giving this wild stallion another shot? What do you think folks?” He asks the crowd. Some cheer words encouragement while others boo or cried as they shout their undying love for me. That’s it. He wants to play, fine I’ll give him what he is looking for. I turn to see my band and back up singers ready on stage knowing what to do. I smile devilishly at them as i snap my fingers.

“Play it.” Understanding what I meant they got back on stage preparing for the new song.

“Need anything from us?” I peek over to see my friends were ready for whatever.

“How did you-“

“Please I know that look in your eye. You want revenge, and we are fucking in!” He says excitedly. Satan i missed him.

“Just keep Fizzarolli on stage. Don’t let him escape." I say as my excitement grows.

“Got it!” They chorused getting into positions blocking the entrances around the stage. Let’s fucking do this.

“You know what numb nuts I do have a song for you, maybe it will jog your memory.” I say into the mic placing the attention back on me. Fizzarolli chuckles as he turns to me seeing that I was once again engaging with him. He tilts his body to the side as he stares me down happily.

“Oh is that so? I love to hear it.” And right on que the lights in the building cut off leaving a single spot light on us. The music began to play as I approach Fizzarolli towering over him as I sang into the mic.

After all you put me through

You'd think I'd despise you

But in the end, I wanna thank you

'Cause you made me that much stronger

Well, I thought I knew you

Thinkin' that you were true

Guess I, I couldn't trust, called your bluff

Time is up 'cause I've had enough

You were there by my side

Always down for the ride

But your joy ride just came down in flames

'Cause your greed sold me out in shame

After all of the stealing and cheatin'

You probably think that I hold resentment for you

But uh-uh, oh no, you're wrong

'Cause if it wasn't for all that you tried to do

I wouldn't know just how capable I am to pull through

So I wanna say thank you

'Cause it makes me that much stronger

Makes me work a little bit harder

Makes me that much wiser

So thanks for making me a fighter

Made me learn a little bit faster

Made my skin a little bit thicker

Makes me that much smarter

So thanks for making me a fighter

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh-oh, yeah, yeah, yeah ohh

The way Fizzarolli face looks is priceless. I kept pushing, tugging and poking at him as I sang to him antagonizing the little shit. He did his best to flee the stage but Moxxie and Millie kept him at bay. Blitz would shove him to the ground when he would try to leave from the front stage and Luna growl at him intimidation. He  had no idea what to do with himself and he look like like a scare fucking child.

Never saw it coming

All of your backstabbing

Just so you could cash in on a good thing

Before I realized your game

I heard you're goin' 'round playin' the victim now

But don't even begin feeling I'm the one to blame

'Cause you dug your own grave

After all of the fights and the lies

Guess you're wanting to hold me

But that won't work anymore (no more, aha, it's over)

'Cause if it wasn't for all of your torture

I wouldn't know how to be this way now and never back down

So I wanna say thank you

'Cause it makes me that much stronger

Makes me work a little bit harder

It makes me that much wiser

So thanks for making me a fighter

Made me learn a little bit faster

Made my skin a little bit thicker

Makes me that much smarter

So thanks for making me a fighter

Fizzarolli did his best to stretch himself away from the scene by going up to the ceiling, but a few fans that had wings kept knocking him back down to stage. Blitz brought a chair on stage and grab the clown shoving him down on the seat. Millie and Moxxie made quick work by tying him down tightly. I took this moment to sit on his lap to give him my undivided attention that he craved so badly.

How could this man I thought I knew

Turn out to be unjust, so cruel?

Could only see the good in you

Pretended not to see the truth

You tried to hide your lies

Disguise yourself through living in denial

I wrote this line especially for him as i drag my finger under his chin wiping off a bit of his white makeup. His red skin peeks out slightly. His eyes widen in fear when I show him the smudge of white on finger, the way his trembled under me was oh so delicious. I had the power now.

But in the end you'll see, you won't stop me

I am a fighter and I (I'm a fighter)

I ain't gon' stop (I ain't gonna stop)

There is no turning back

I've had enough

Makes me that much stronger

Makes me work a little bit harder (oh)

It makes me that much wiser (oh yeah, oh yeah)

So thanks for making me a fighter

Made me learn a little bit faster (yeah)

Made my skin a little bit thicker (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Makes me that much smarter (yeah)

So thanks for making me a fighter (Fighter)

You thought I would forget but I, I remembered (ooh-ooh-ooh)

'Cause I remembered (ooh-ooh-ooh)

I remembered

You thought I would forget (ooh-ooh)

I remembered (ooh-ooh)

'Cause I remembered (ooh)

I remembered

Makes me that much stronger (ooh-ooh)

Makes me work a little bit harder (ooh-ooh)

It makes me that much wiser

So thanks for making me a fighter

Made me learn a little bit faster

Made my skin a little bit thicker

Makes me that much smarter

………………………….

Candy man by Christian Aguilera

Fighter By Christian Aguilera

So this is basically the song that made this whole story. There is more to come.

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