#and next week's gonna slow down so I'll have more time to myself

[biteapple]

Today I plan to clean my dridge out and get groceries to put in the dfridge aafter it's all cleaned and take the trash out and make a nice dinner for me. And maybe make cookies. And take a nap.

[cwritesforfun]

Regina George x Fem!Reader: Girl Crush

Regina George thinks a lot about Y/N. Like a lot and she talks about her a lot. After a talk with her new friends and her former girl squad, she realizes she is bisexual and that she likes Y/N!

I'm loosely incorporating lyrics from Girl Crush by Little Big Town and they will be in italics! Also - I know the song is about wanting another girl's man, but I used it differently.

** I don't own any of the characters, except for Y/N and Regina's jock friend, Sally** this is from my Wattpad but I added more here!!!!

Y/N = Your Name **

Regina's POV- Saturday Afternoon

I'm on my way to see Y/N. She invited me for a sleepover. We only see each other on weekends because she goes to a different school and it's at least a 30 minute drive away. My mom and her mom don't want either of us driving on week nights. If she ever needed me on a week night though, I would go in a heartbeat.

Recently I found out I was bisexual. I used Aaron back in junior year for power and because I was a b****!!!! I can admit that to myself now. I say now as if it has been so long since it happened. It's only spring of my senior year, so like half a year.

I arrive and knock on the door. Y/N’s mom opens the door and exclaims, "Ah Regina! Good to see you, sweetheart. Y/N is in the backyard already. I can bring your bag to her room if you want to go straight out there." I reply, "Thank you. That's perfect! I'll go out back! Thanks for having me." She replies, "No problem sweetie. You girls have fun." I nod and smile.

I walk through the house, go outside to the chairs next to the pool, and sit next to Y/N, who is lost reading. She's beautiful.

I ask, "Aren't you gonna say hi to your guest?" Y/N looks up, smiles, jumps up, and hugs me. I hug her back and smile. Wow, can we hug forever? Maybe? Pls. She says, "Omg Regina! I'm so sorry! I was just so lost in my book and I lost track of time." Old me would have made fun of her for being such a nerd. New me doesn't do that. That is personal growth.

After we release from the hug, I smile at her. She smiles back and asks, "Sooo... did you wear your swimsuit and want to swim?" I answer, "Yes, and yes!" She then takes off her sundress and she's left in her bikini. My jaw drops. She's wow. Stunning, beautiful, pretty, and perfect. Y/N laughs and replies, "Regina, are you okay over there? Did my bikini leave you speechless?" Oh, she has no idea. I reply, "I ... It is actually very flattering. You look really good." Was it too obvious that I like her? She answers, "Thank you so much." I take off my dress and she says "I love your bathing suit too. Everything is better in pink." She's so sweet! Wow:) I reply, "True."

We both swim and eventually she brings two floats over, so we can both lay on them. We float around the pool and we talk about our life recently.

I get out the pool to grab some water and Y/N swims a little more.

I lie back on the pool chair and Y/N pulls herself out of the pool. Ahhh you know how people do! She places her hands on the side of the pool and pulls herself up and out of the pool letting the water fall down her body. If I didn't already have a crush on her, I would now. That song by Little Big Town goes through my head ... I got a girl crush Hate to admit it but I got a heart rush It ain't slowing down...

She walks over to the chair area and smirks at me. I want to taste her lips ...

I ask, "So what's for lunch?" ... You? She answers, "My mom's making lunch. We found this yummy summer salad recipe and we decided to have smoothies since we will need something to cool us down. Tonight's dinner is going to be so good though because it is pasta and I made dessert." I smile and reply, "Good! I look forward to it!"

Her younger brother walks outside and hands Y/N a tray of two salads + two smoothies. We thank him and he walks off.

She hands me my food and we eat together.

I ask, "Can I ask you something kind of personal?" She answers, "Go ahead." I ask, "This is just something I've been thinking about recently. How do you feel about having friends that are LGBTQ? And what is your sexual orientation?" Yeah I didn't go the subtle route. She answers, "I think everyone deserves to be with whoever they love, so I'm cool with having friends who have different preferences than me. I think it's great to surround yourself with all kinds of different people. I am bisexual actually. What about you?" I answer, "I'm bisexual or I think I am. I only just kind of discovered it, but my friends at my new school said it was obvious. I didn't know it was obvious, but I guess it was." She laughs and smiles.

We continue talking outside until we decide to shower. I take a shower in her bathroom first and when I walk in, I see her perfume. I take off the lid off, smell it, and I smile. This smell is Y/N and it's wonderful. I want to drown myself... In a bottle of her perfume...

After my shower, I throw on my matching pink pajama set and I take a teeny bit of her perfume and put it on me. I then leave the bathroom.

Y/N goes in and showers.

As she's in the bathroom, I call my friend from lacrosse named Sally.

((Start of conversation)) R- Regina S- Sally S - Hey Regina. I thought you were with you know who. What happened with that? Is it not going well? R - Hi Sally. She's in the shower right now. I don't know what to do. S - Join her. R - I already took a shower and no I'm not doing that just yet. I haven't even told her that I like her. S - OK fine. What has happened so far?" R - We hugged, swam, sunbathed, ate lunch, and each took showers. I ... I also dropped my jaw seeing her bikini and just complimented her. It was a close call. Then I asked her what her sexual orientation is and she told me that she is bisexual. I told her I was too. She smiled about it. I just don't know if I want to tell her now or later or ever. S - I ship you two. You're so into her that I'm surprised it took you forever to realize it. What else is planned for the day? R - Dinner with the family and usually we watch a movie plus Y/N made a dessert for tonight, why? S- Wow, you're already meeting the family. I'm so proud of you. R - Omg geez Sally! Not like that! Haha! S - Fine fine whatever you say. Just tell her you like her. She knows you're bi and you know she's bi. That means you have a sliver of a chance. Take that leap. R - A sliver of a chance means I could still get rejected. Okay, I'm gonna go. Thanks, Sally. S - No problem Regina. Go get your girl. ((End of conversation))

I hang up laughing.

Y/N walked back into the room near the end. I notice her outfit and it's identical pajamas to mine just in a different color. I exclaim, "Omg I love your outfit. Wow, I always forget we have matching ones and then this happens." She replies, "Goals right?!" I laugh and nod. Y/N asks, "So, who were you talking to?" I answer, "My friend, Sally." Y/N asks, "Isn't Sally your lacrosse friend?" I answer, "Yeah, she's really cool and friendly. You'd like her." She replies, "I'll have to go to one of your games this semester to meet her and of course, to support you." I ask, "Wait you'll come to my soccer games to support me?" She answers, "Of course Regina. I'm so proud of how far you've come in both soccer and personal growth this year. I have to support you! And, at least this isn't the dance you did for the talent show." I laugh and ask, "Wait you didn't like it?" She laughs, smirks, and answers, "I liked it when you were dancing and center stage, you were really good." Did she just say I was a good dancer?! I was dating Aaron Samuels at the time, but I really wanted Y/N's opinion. So she liked my dance?! She might actually like me.

Her brother knocks and lets us know dinner is ready.

We go downstairs and eat dinner with her family. It's so good!!

After dinner, we eat dessert and Y/N asks, "How do you like the dessert?" I answer, "It's literally so delicious." She replies, "Thanks. I'm glad you liked it."

After dessert, we go to Y/N's bathroom to brush our teeth. I glance over at Y/N brushing her teeth and smirk causing toothpaste to slip out of my mouth. It's like we're an old married couple in a movie. Imagine me living with Y/N forever and always being her person. That would be the life. I really like her.

We both spit our toothpaste out and Y/N asks, "What made you laugh?" I answer, "Oh nothing. It's a silly idea." I then walk out and to my bag.

When I'm done, I get on her bed and she sits down next to me. She faces me and rests her hand on my hand. Y/N exclaims, "Regina, whatever you have to say, just say it. It made you smile. I want to know what made you smile. I care. I won't call it silly. I promise." I nod and say, "As we brushed our teeth, it just reminded me of old romantic movies where married couples brush their teeth together. That's all." I glance over at her and she replies, "I think that's a cute idea, Regina." Awww. Well, do I take that sliver of a chance? I think I will.

I exclaim, "Y/N, I like you. I've liked you for a while and I just didn't realize that I liked girls until recently. And when I realized it, it all clicked and I've just had a crush on you forever. I know that makes us hanging out awkward depending on what you say back, but I really like you. I just think you're perfect and I'd love to take you out on a date." She smiles and says, "I would love to go on that date with you. I like you too." I smile and ask, "May I kiss you?" She nods and we kiss.

THANKS FOR READING!!! I LOVE YOU ALL :)

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Deprived | Twenty

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 matthew sturniolo x layla venita (female!oc) summary: everyone knows the story of the bad boy and the good girl but what happens when the school's most popular boy, Matthew Sturniolo, and the girl who notoriously is never there, Layla Venita, cross paths. warnings: swearing, smoking, suggestive? word count: 3.3k a/n: this series has been longer than I anticipated but I'm living for the slow burn so it's gonna be a while till we're done folks.

pov: layla

I spent the next week couped in my room, refusing to leave as I quickly smoked the bag of weed Wes had given me. Allie had messaged me in concern multiple times and I finally built up the courage to reply to her a day after her last message.

Allie <3 Monday hey girl are you okay? matt has been off all day 1:30pm Tuesday if u wanna talk im here <3 5:37pm Wednesday im getting concerned pls message me if u need anything 3:47pm

You sorry just havent been feeling good im okay just need time alone 10:21pm

Allie <3 im sorry :(10:23pm

You its okay i'll be at school tmrw 10:27pm

Allie <3 okay! see ya then <3 10:28pm

I locked my phone and threw it lazily on the bed beside me, rolling over to face the wall where my window was cracked open. I was glad my dad was out tonight, having to deal with him for over a week straight was draining and I felt like it didn't benefit my self-loathing in any way. I sighed as my mind always travelled back to the look on Matt's face, the pure hurt in his eyes that I knew I caused.

Part of me was glad he hadn't messaged or tried to talk to me. It meant that I could push him away if I wanted to. I did just that without even consciously meaning to. I got scared and made it his fault in my brain but as I continued rotting in my bed, I realised I hurt him more than I ever meant to. It wasn't his fault that I was afraid of someone being close, it wasn't his fault that I let something so small set me off. I needed to make him realise it wasn't his fault and I was just not used to the affection and accommodation he offered me daily.

I barely slept over the past week and this night was no different. My alarm went off in the early hours of the morning and I knew I had slept a total of 4 hours from the way my brain had constantly been reeling. I dragged myself out of bed and trudged into the bathroom. I took an extra long shower to attempt to rid the disgust I felt towards myself.

After scrubbing my entire body head to toe, I jumped out of the shower and walked to my room. My entire body felt heavy and I felt tears prick my eyes when I looked over to the pink sweater that was still laying over my bag. I picked it up, realising it was the only clean sweater I had since I hadn't been bothered with laundry. I quickly slid it over my head before sliding on my black sweatpants and combat boots. I slid my leather jacket over the top, not bothering with any makeup as I lazily tied my now damp hair into a low ponytail. I grabbed my bag, quickly sprayed on some perfume and grabbed my phone off of my bedside table.

I quickly exited my house without food or water in my stomach and as I began walking down the road, I decided to light one of the last few cigarettes I had pre-rolled. I grabbed my headphones from my bag, slid one into my ear and plugged them into my phone. I clicked shuffle on one of my playlists and I let my feet drag on the asphalt as I slowly made my way down the streets of Massachusetts.

After an hour, I finally arrived in the parking lot of the school and I scanned the cars, my eyes landing where I saw the familiar silver minivan. I paused, letting out a heavy breath as I collected myself and began walking to the group of people in front of the car.

Nate was the first to notice me and he just looked at me with no expression before he turned back to the group. As I got closer I noticed the fact that Mia was standing beside Matt with her head leaned on his shoulder, his arm wrapped around her back lazily and I felt a pang of pure jealousy run through me. I tried to shake it off as I got closer, knowing I had no right to be mad about it right now since I was the one who caused the riff between the brown-haired boy and myself.

"Speak of the devil," I heard Nick say when his eyes caught mine and I was a few feet away, standing uncomfortably as I looked between all of them. All of their heads turned to look at me, Allie being the only one who didn't seem like they were looking right through me.

"Matt, can I talk to you?" I asked quietly as I didn't dare to meet his eyes yet and there was an uncomfortable silence that fell over us, "Please."

"About what?" he asked, his tone short and I looked up to see his face completely expressionless but his eyes held such hurt and aggravation that it felt like it cut right through me.

"Last week," I mumbled, ignoring the pain in my chest of seeing Mia looking at me with a slight smirk. I focused in on the boy I had hurt, his blue eyes piercing in the sunlight.

"Now?" he questioned, not taking his eyes off of me and I just looked at him, the judgement of his friends radiating off of them. He sighed heavily before swinging his arm out from around Mia and I felt a weight lifted off of my shoulders but there was still a pressure on my chest, "I'll be back."

I looked at the ground as he pushed away from the hood of the minivan and he walked past me. I followed behind him, not daring to look back at his friends as we walked to the back of the parking lot before he stopped to face me.

He didn't say anything for a moment as I looked up at him and he scanned me head to toe before murmuring, "That's my sweater."

"Yeah. I left it on my bag all week but I didn't have any clean hoodies for today," I explained and he hummed as I picked at the skin around my fingers, my nails too short to bite now that I had been picking at them all week. I nervously chewed on my lip before I said, "I'm sorry."

"It took you a week to say that?" he asked, his voice quiet but his words laced with pain.

"I didn't mean to hurt you. I know I reacted to what you said horribly but I just-" I cut myself off as I took a breath and looked down at the gravel below us, "I haven't had anyone take care of me the way you do. It scares me. I'm sorry."

I squeezed my eyes closed, chewing on my bottom lip far more aggressively than I intended but my heart raced as I waited for his response. I felt his hand fall under my chin and he lifted my face to look up at him, noticing now that he was slightly closer to me. He used his thumb to gently pull my lip away from my teeth as I fidgeted with the hem of the pink sweater.

"Why didn't you just talk to me?" he asked, his tone softening as he looked down at me and I shrugged dumbly.

"I am bad at talking about that sorta stuff," I answered quietly, my throat closing from the sadness that invaded my body as I looked up at him. I had no right to be upset right now, I was the one who fucked up and made this so difficult, but I felt guilt invade my entire body when I realised I didn't want to push him away. It was habit and I was always bad at breaking them.

"Don't do that again," he demanded softly and I pursed my lips as I pushed my sadness down the best I could as tears sprung to my eyes, "Or I swear to god I won't talk to you again and I don't want to stop talking to you. Ever."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to push you away. I just don't know how to deal with everything I'm feeling and I know it's shitty but I promise I'm trying. I have no right to be sad right now because this is my fault but I feel so horrible for making you upset. You deserve so much more than that and if I can't give that to you I understand if you don't want me to be around anymore," I rambled out all of my feelings and conflicting voices in my head but I was cut off by his lips on mine.

I paused for a moment to register what was happening before my body melted into his, his arms wrapping around my lower back as I snaked my arms around his neck. I pulled him into me, missing the way his body felt against my own more than I anticipated. It felt like a breath of fresh air after being stuck in my room for the past week with smoke-filled lungs. He gripped my hips, pulling me impossibly closer to him as I tangled my hands in his hair before he pulled away to breathe for a moment.

"You're an idiot," he mumbled before he leaned back in to kiss me gently again.

"I know," I mumbled against his lips and he ran his tongue against my rough lips, the sting of his saliva hitting the open splits on my lips from chewing them. I hissed and pulled away as he looked down at me.

"You need to stop biting your lip," he muttered as his eyes travelled all around my face, "And stop picking your nails. You're not gonna have any left soon."

"I've been stressed the past week. I can't help it," I whispered as I looked up at him in awe. I had forgotten the pure oxytocin that ran through my system when I was with him and I refused to let it go again.

"Pretty girl," he gave me a sympathetic look and I shook my head as I pulled away from his face slightly, my arms still slung over his shoulders.

"Don't feel bad. This was my doing and I will make it up to you," I answered sternly and his face broke into a small smile. I sighed, the weight being lifted off of my chest now and my body tingled with joy.

"All I'm asking is that you talk to me next time," he whispered, leaning down to place a peck on my lips and I let it linger before I pulled back and nodded.

"I will try," I scratched the nape of his neck lightly and he bit his bottom lip as my face dropped, "Don't look at me like that before we have to go inside. I'll drive us back to your house right now."

"I don't see you for a week and you're ready to jump my bones already," he chuckled and I raised my eyebrows.

"How else can I make it up to you, ya know?" I joked as let my mouth form into a smirk and he shook his head as he pursed his lips, "Does this mean I can come to your game this week?"

"Of course baby," he smiled down at me and I felt the butterflies erupt in my stomach again, promising not only him but myself to never let myself ruin this again.

"By the way," I let my right hand trail from his neck to his chest, playing with the necklace that sat comfortably on his collarbones, "Allie's brother was just dropping me home. He tried to flirt with me but I shut it down. I wasn't lying about that."

"I know. I overreacted. I'm sorry about that," he said softly and I shook my head, twiddling the pendant between my fingers as I looked up at him.

"I know how it looked. I would've been just as upset. You don't need to apologise for it," I mumbled, trying hard to convey my feelings as best I could to which he didn't respond verbally. He instead placed another kiss against my lips and smiled against me as he squeezed my hips.

"Matt!" I heard Chris's voice call from only a few feet away and we both broke apart to look over at him, "You guys done? We gotta go to class."

"I forgot about that," I joked and Chris just gave me a deadpanned look as Matt chuckled.

"We'll be there in a sec," he called to his brother who just rolled his eyes and spun around to walk back to his friends, "They're more pissed at you than I was."

"I can tell," I mumbled as I watched their eyes pour directly into me, "Allie messaged me though."

"She was the only one defending you," he told me honestly and I hummed as I looked back up to him, "I'll talk to them."

"Don't sugarcoat it. You can tell them I'm a dumbass who doesn't know how to deal with her emotions," I stated and he shook his head with a smile, placing a kiss on the top of my head before swinging his arm over my shoulders.

"Come on," he said nodding towards the group and I hesitantly began walking with him by my side. Their eyes stayed glued to us as we approached and Mia gave me nothing but a scowl with her arms crossed, "Chill out. We talked about it."

"That didn't seem like talking," Mia spat and I remained silent, letting Matt handle the situation as I looked at Allie who gave me a sympathetic smile.

"Don't Mia," Matt deadpanned and she only scoffed with a roll of her eyes, "We talked about it and I don't wanna hear it."

"Only took you a week," Nate raised his eyebrows as he spoke and he looked at me. I pursed my lips while glancing between them.

"At least it happened," Matt retorted before the bell rang and he sighed, "We'll talk about it later. Let's go."

He began walking with his arm around my shoulder still and I followed suit, Chris moving to stand on the other side of Matt as everyone else followed behind. We made our way to our classes and once we sat down, a weight fell back on my chest.

Not only did I have to make it up to Matt, I had to win back his brothers and his friends.

+++

Pretty boy where did u go?? 12:23pm

You 🚬 be there in a minute 12:24pm

I locked my phone, sliding it into my pocket as I finished off my cigarette, throwing it onto the ground before I wedged it into the ground with my boot. I made my way back inside and straight to the cafeteria where I saw the group of friends sitting together.

"Hey," Allie beamed as she scooted closer to Mia to make space between her and Matt for me to sit. I smiled at her as I swung my legs over the bench and sat down. Matt placed his arm around my lower back as he continued his conversation with Nick.

"I don't want to wear a tie. That's why I got the red shirt," Matt groaned and Nick gave him a deadpanned look.

"It's prom. You're supposed to look fancy with a tie," Nick stated and Matt ran a hand across his face.

"We're all wearing a tie. Don't be a bitch," Nate pointed out and I tuned them out as Allie tapped my shoulder to gain my attention.

"You okay?" she asked quietly and I nodded with a hum.

"Yeah. Thank you for checking on me," I answered in a hushed tone and she shrugged with her sunshine smile that warmed my heart to know she wasn't annoyed with me.

"Of course. That's what friends are for," she said casually before she turned back to listen to the group conversation. I let her words hang over my head like a cloud.

That's what friends are for.

I don't remember the last time I had a genuine friend and her simple words struck me right in my heart. She had always been kind to me and from the moment we talked, she had been such a light in my life. I realised I not only wanted to share my emotions and feelings with Matt but also with Allie to show her that I appreciated her.

I wanted to be better for both of them.

"How long do we have to stay there?" Chris whined as he threw his head onto the table dramatically and Allie rolled her eyes.

"You're acting like you're being held hostage. If you don't wanna go it's fine," Allie responded, her tone quietening at the end and I could sense the slight sadness at Chris's distaste for prom.

"Al, I told you I'm going and I'll stick to that. I just don't wanna be there for five hours," he lifted his head up to look at her and she shrugged, eyes glancing at the table.

"We can leave early and go back to my house," she offered and Chris's mouth broke into a smile as he nodded.

"Works for me," he said triumphantly before sitting up again, resting his elbows on the table in front of him.

"How are we getting there?" Mia asked, looking around at the group and I just sat there in silence, deciding to go along with whatever plan I knew Allie had already set up.

"Meet up at my house at five thirty so we can take photos and make sure we have everything and then we will leave at like six-thirty to get to the hotel," Allie explained the plan and everyone seemed to hum along in agreement. I felt Matt's arm snake further around my back as he scooted closer to me.

"How are we getting there?" Nick asked and Allie smiled as she adjusted her ponytail.

"I got us a limo," she announced happily and Mia showed her first sign of happiness of the day as she squealed excitedly, "You guys won't drink right?"

Matt and his brothers shook their heads with a firm no and Allie turned to look at me and I shrugged, "Depends on what it is."

"Bottle of champagne in the limo?" Mia asked Allie and Allie nodded causing Mia's smile to widen.

"You're dad won't arrest us if we drink?" Nate asked, the half-hearted joke not landing well with Mia as she rolled her eyes.

"Not if he doesn't know," she pointed out with a slight smirk and Nate raised his eyebrows before nodding in agreement.

"Did you find a dress?" Nate asked, turning his attention to me as he attempted to make conversation. I assumed that in the time I'd been in my other classes and was outside Matt had talked to Nate, Chris and Nick since they weren't glaring at me anymore but they still felt slightly standoffish.

"No. I'm just gonna make my own," I explained and he nodded, his smile in a downturned smile.

"Mad impressive that you can do that," he complimented me and I gave him a half-hearted smile as Matt traced circles on my hip with his thumb.

"Thanks. I just hope I can finish it in time," I explained and I could sense Mia's disgust towards me radiating off of her but I was learning to tune her out like I had always done before Matt came into my life.

Suddenly the bell rang for our next classes and everyone began getting up. I stood up from the table before Matt spun me around and kissed my lips gently. I froze for a moment, shocked at the fact he did that in the middle of the cafeteria but I quickly reciprocated the action before he pulled away.

"See you after school pretty girl," he smirked at me before he walked away and I stood still for a moment as I watched him walk away with Nick, Chris, Nate and Mia.

"You guys are so fucking cute it makes me want to throw up," Allie rolled her eyes playfully beside me and I looked around to see people staring at me once again. I pursed my lips, my cheeks tinging red as I hid a smile and shook my head before I began walking out of the cafeteria.

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Brozone diner au: the day John Dory took off part one

this au does not belong to me, it belongs to @bzjohndory its gonna have to be multiple parts bc i write too much apparently

Business was slow, it was a hard winter and most trolls didn't leave their pods unless they had to. Bruce was the one to suggest it, knowing his brother hadn't had a day off in seven years. They all had special days that they got off like birthdays or anniversaries, except for John Dory. He didn't take days off, he worked open to close seven days a week. Bruce brought it up with others, knowing he wouldn't get anywhere without back up from their younger brothers. Bruce talked with Clay in between orders on the line. “I'm just saying, we haven't been that busy these past few weeks so I think he can just take a day off at least. We're all responsible enough to take care of the diner while he's gone.” Bruce said as he pulled some fries out of the fryer, portioning them on a plate and passing it to Clay. “Yeah but how do you plan on making him? We've tried making him before and he literally spent the entire day in the diner, working on other stuff ." Clay wondered as he finished plating a couple burgers, putting them in the window to be ran. At that moment, Floyd came into the back and leaned against the wall. “You good Flo?" Clay asked as he worked on the next order. Floyd nodded and held up a thumbs up but they noticed how his hand shook. Bruce threw some fries on a plate and slid a milk crate over to Floyd. “Sit down and have a snack. And while you're back here I wanna talk to you about something." Bruce said, handing the plate of fries to Floyd as he sat on the milk crate. Floyd nodded and started eating the fries while still leaning with his back against the wall. After a few moments of no orders coming in, Bruce crouched down next to Floyd. “Feel better?" Bruce asked while rubbing his back. “Yeah, I skipped breakfast this morning so I started to get the shakes." Floyd chuckled, placing the empty plate on the floor. Clay grabbed some dirty dishes they had on the line and grabbed the plate for the floor, taking them to the dish room. “So before you go back up there, I wanna talk to you about this thought I had. Clay thinks I won't be able to do it. I won't be able to do it by myself, I'll need all of your guys' help." Bruce said nonchalantly, watching for JD to be walking around. “What's up? I'm sure I can help somehow." Floyd said as he pulled his money out of the pocket on his apron. “I wanna get JD to take a day off. He hasn't taken a day off since he got ownership of the diner. If he had his way, we'd still be open on Christmas, and he would totally run this entire place by himself if he had to. He deserves it, he's kept this place afloat, put each of us through college and is here every goddamn day. This isn't gonna be like the last time, he's not gonna be allowed back in here until the next day.” Bruce said, looking Floyd in the eyes telling that he is completely serious about this. Clay came back in with clean dishes and began setting them up on the line. “I think he's crazy if he thinks he's going to get John to do it. He practically lives here, I don't think I've actually seen his place.” Clay said, placing plates in their proper spots. "Yeah but if we work together, I'm sure John will listen to us. You guys don't see him on the floor as much as I do. He's constantly moving, like if he stops, he'll pass out. Sometimes he shakes too. And Bruce is right, he's more than earned a day off, heck a week, we'll be lucky if we get one day.” Floyd said as he sorted his money, putting it back into his book. "I'm not saying he doesn't deserve it or need it. I'm saying that we might have to actually tie him down to get him out of here. He's not going to like the idea.” Clay said, cleaning up their prep area.  "What are you guys talking about?” Branch said through the server window. Bruce stood up and motioned for Branch to come back there. Branch walked back onto the grill line, confused.

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Conversation Friends ° Lando Norris

Chapter Two

Word count : 1.658k

Description : slow burn, college!au (enemies to lovers) and more to come

Hey guys, sorry this chapter came out a week late, I was suffocating from homework. But here we are! And I'm currently on a week break from uni so I'll try to write as much as possible during this time, I have sooo many ideas. I think I'll even try writing oneshots so if anyone has requests I'm open to them! Hope you'll enjoy this chapter, and feel free to message me if you want to be tagged in the next parts 🧚🏼‍♀️

PSA : Since I’m STUPID, I’ve started writing on a side blog which means there’s a lot of things I can’t do!! So I’m switching to my main blog which is @f1stargurl !!! The next parts and the rest will be posted on there, so if anyone follows me here, if you could pls follow me on @f1stargurl 🤧 To quote mister Leclerc once ai gain, “I am stupid”

Hi Lando,

I’m sorry we got off on the wrong foot. I’m sure that stupid encounter at the supermarket was just a result of the both of us being irritated and tired. As you can probably tell, my first few days here weren’t so easy and it might’ve been one of the reasons why I was so unpleasant, and once again, I apologize. 

I really am willing to put this stupid history behind us and get this program started!

I hope you’ll give it a thought and I look forward to hearing from you soon, have a good week! 

Sincerely, y/n

It’s been six days since I’ve sent Lando that email and pushed my pride to the side to organize a date. Well, it’s not a date, but still- I guess it is technically a date? Is it a date if we hate each other? It’s a meeting. Yeah, I was trying to organize a meeting. 

Still no response. 

Closing my laptop, I decided to take my mind off this situation and take a break at a coffee shop near campus. 

Taking a step inside the coffee shop I spot Daniel and Alex sipping on their drinks. Seeing Daniel again instantly put a smile on my face, we’ve been hanging out these last few days and having him by my side feels great. 

“What’s up guys!” I say while waving at them across the room. 

“Hey y/n!” They both got up from their seats to give me a hug.

 “Go get your drink and come join us,” Alex invited me, pointing at their booth, “we were talking about the party this weekend.”

“Don’t mind if I do then”, I respond smiling from ear to ear. 

After picking up my hot chocolate I sit down in front of them, Daniel makes fun of me for not liking coffee, again.

“I swear y/n you’re 21 and you still don’t like coffe? You need to grow up,’ rolling my eyes, I playfully shove Dani’s shoulder feeling his muscle tense under the light punch, so annoying, and buff, wow. We kept talking for more than two hours. I got to tell them all about Lando ghosting me and about the amazing cheese and garlic pasta I made last night. 

“I think he’ll come to his senses. He has to,” Daniel insists, crossing his arms in front of him. Ooh, veiny forearms… “the reason you guys hate each other is so ridiculous anyway, over freaking pasta!” he shakes his head in disbelief. 

“I think you did the right thing trying to reach out, at least you’ll be the bigger person” Alex says, his hand reaching for his matcha latte, “I’m sure you’ll be able to figure this out together.”

“Thanks for the optimism I really appreciate it” I say with a weak smile, not really believing in Linguini’s philanthropist potential, “I just hope this won’t ruin the program for me…”

“What? No way!” Daniel exclaims sitting up on his side of the booth, “Look, you’ve got your Conversation Friends right here” he says putting his arm around Alex’s shoulder who’s nodding and smiling in agreement, “and you’ve got Lola!”

“You’re right Dani, I’m not gonna give myself anxiety over a guy who can’t even be polite,” I state with confidence, “anyways, I’m so excited about the party this weekend!”

Once back in my room, I decided to check my inbox one more time. Just in case.

Still no response. 

The sight tugs at my heart a little. We have our first mandatory meeting in a few days and I still have no contact with my partner. I wouldn’t care so much about it if it was just about the two of us, but the whole group is supposed to visit a museum and I don’t want to be the only one there without a partner, that would be too embarrassing. 

But as I reminisce on the topic, I realize I’m not just sad anymore, I’m bitter. All week I saw everyone meeting up and doing fun activities with their partners, but I can’t get an email back? Even a “k” would’ve been enough… I’m stunned at how childish this boy is being. 

Putting my phone on my wooden nightstand, I close my eyes and try not to overthink about the situation. Is it my personality? Maybe it’s because of the way I look.

But I catch myself slipping, the last thing I need to do is to start doubting myself because of a man again.

God, this British Society class is really kicking my ass right now. Why did I even choose the 8am one, what is wrong with me? The professor starts off the first chapter of the class as we hear a loud knocking on the door. 

“Sorry I’m late,” I see Lando standing in the doorway, out of breath, his cheeks a light pink from the rush. His eyes search around the room for any seat still available until they meet mine. There’s one right next to me, but of course he’ll never take that one. He sets down his bag on the table front row and I feel my heart racing from embarrassment as my mind instantly jogs back to the email and how vulnerable it was. He turns around a final time and blankly looks at me. What is that supposed to mean? 

The class went by slower than ever, my mind speeding about different ways to go up to him and finally settle this ridiculous situation. 

8:55 finally strikes the clock as the professor concludes his explanation. As I put away my computer I see Lando clutching his books and bolting towards the exit. 

Not on my fucking watch. I head for his direction, calling out his name, “Lando! LANDOO!”

He turns on his heels in a swift motion, “What do you want from me?”

Suddenly feeling small, I still mustered up the courage to ask him about what’s going on, “Well you’ve read my email so I don’t know why you’re acting like you don’t know,” I grumble. “I feel like I’m making way too much effort here.”

“What email? What are you even talking about?” he asks, his thick brows furrowing in irritation. “I didn’t even give you my real email, the one I wrote down was just to fill the blank so the teacher won’t bug me,” he explains, still slightly confused as to what I was on about, “I just don’t want us to communicate outside of the mandatory attendings, got it ? We’ll meet there and that’s it.”

Well, at least that explains the total ghosting, doesn’t make it any less humiliating though. My lips close in a tight line, “Message received then, glad to know you’ll still be there for the museum,” I slowly nod my head trying to process what I’ve just been told. I feel my throat tightening up a bit and decide to leave before embarrassing myself any further, never looking behind me at the curly haired boy. 

Standing in line in front of the museum’s ticket office with my two favorite boys feels like we’re high schoolers on a field trip. I still feel uneasy about this upcoming afternoon, even if the run-in we had was terrible, he still assured me he’ll be coming today. 

But now, I don’t even want him to be here, I’m done with the idea of making any efforts with him, I’ve been way too kind to him. I’ll just stay glued to Dani and Alex and spend a nice afternoon at the museum with them, it’ll be way more fun than if he ever was to be here. 

“Still no news from Linguini?” Alex asks, trying to make sense of this situation, probably feeling bad for me. I really was pitiful.

“It’s not like I have a way of having any.” I half-joke trying to keep face despite anxiety and sadness creeping their way into my heart;

I found myself gazing at a beautiful photograph of a peony field, my favorite flower. The exhibition was showcasing the origins and the beauty of perfumes around the world. It involved a path filled with elements used to make our favorite scents through the use of pictures and different aromas being diffused all around the museum. I had clinged on to my favorite boys for twenty minutes before the teacher noticed, “I don’t care if your partner isn’t here, it’s a pairing of two only.” So now I was wandering around the exhibition and taking in the great sights and scents on my own. 

“Hey,” I turned around to see Lando looking ahead standing next to me, his hair covered by a green cap matching the crew neck sitting on his shoulders and the color of his eyes. Last time I thought they were blue, but they’re not. They’re the most gorgeous shade of olive green I had ever seen. It bothered me that I noticed these kinds of small details about him, he was the last person to deserve it. “Sorry I’m late.”

I kept my focus on the piece in front of me, “Alright.”

“Alright.”

“These are my favorite, my grandma used to grow some in her garden,” I tell him without really knowing why.

“My grandma had roses, those are nice too,” he answers, I just nod in agreement. We both keep looking at the photograph in silence for another minute when his phone starts to ring. 

“Hey babe,” he quickly picks up, “yeah it’ll be quick I promise - no I don’t care I just have to do this, you know that.” Wow, way to ruin the last speck of hope I had. He hangs up as fast as he picked up.

“You know you could’ve just told me you had a girlfriend and didn’t want to talk to me for that reason, I mean, It’s a little extreme but I get it.” I know that some girlfriends are overprotective and the idea of their boyfriends spending time with another girl can be a nightmare.

“It's not about her,” he spits out, “I just don’t want to be here, I’ve got better things to do,” and with that final sentence he rubs the salt in a wound that’s already way too deep for what it’s worth. 

“You don’t have to be here though, nobody’s forcing you to” I remark, my voice filled with resentment. I’ve had enough. 

“I do, though. I’m only doing this to pass my semester, so let’s just wrap this up,” he starts going for the rest of the exhibition in hopes of finishing early. When he doesn’t feel me following him, he turns around and stops, staring me down with his hands in his back pockets, his shoulders slumped in frustration.

Slowly shaking my head, I stand my ground and head towards the next step in the exhibition in silence, disregarding the icy stare from the green boy across the room. I’m not letting him get away with it this time. I’ll enjoy the rest of the tour and make sure to take my time. Might as well enjoy my own company if that’s all I’m gonna have for the rest of the program.

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A Vow: a Fic Preview

Preview of Part 3 of “A Request” || Attuma x Talokanil!Princess!Reader

Summary: A war has been waged in your name. When all hell breaks loose, and when you have just risen from a week long coma, you are Talokan’s hope to turn the tides of battle to defeat the enemies who had hurt your people once and for all.

Or, in which you and Attuma were not happy with the King’s decision for allegiance.

Rating: 16+  ||  Viewer Discretion is Advised.

Note: It is worthy to note that I have not included any deep Yucatec Maya phrases (besides the terms of endearment) despite the Talokanil speaking in their native tongue as respect to their language. Therefore their mother tongue shall be labeled with italics.

More notes because the author can’t stop talking: Hi hi! Super sorry this took a while; I’m currently in the middle of moving from province to the (big, very very big, it’s literally the capital) city for college! Huzzah! It’s gonna take a week for me to fully settle in so I might be a tad bit slow on responses as well, so super sorry in advance if I can’t get to you in time. Nevertheless, the love I’ve gotten for this fic and my other BP:WF works have been nothing but heartwarming so I took the in-betweens of my move to update! Love you all so much! Muah!

Part 1 ||  Part 2 ||  Part 3 (Fic Preview)

“We have failed her. I had failed her,” he bowed his head in shame, “how dare I call myself her beloved—her sword, her shield—when she had been attacked by those people? How can I show myself to K'uk'ulkan when I have failed so miserably? I promised I'd be with her, but she—! But I just…”

Attuma must still be frustrated that the Wakandan princess isn’t dead, Namora thought.

Their warning to Wakanda was of great scale. K'uk'ulkan's righteous fury had so taken the life of the queen of their home nation. The life of a queen was the retribution delivered for scarring the crowning glory of Talokan's most precious treasure.

Hardly a fair exchange, one would argue, but you were the Radiant Pearl of the Sea. A drop of blood from your skin from the atrocities of a fiendish foe was worth a thousand deaths of their enemy's kin. 

Namora patted Attuma's back twice, her lips pressing into a thin line as she held back her own heartbreak. To see her childhood friends in such a state…it was eating her up from the inside out.

“You are still those things, Attuma. Her sword, her shield, her beloved,” Namora felt her own guilt weigh her down, but she held her chest up high to set an example for Attuma to see, “what happened in the caves was not your fault. K'uk'ulkan knows that. The princess knows—”

“It doesn't matter!” His voice was strong and mighty, the waters around then shaking by the anger and the frustrations from his voice. Attuma was grateful that they were still in the sea—his tears were hidden and drifting away with the currents.

“Attuma…”

“If that is all, Namora, then I'd appreciate it if you leave. I'll be there as soon as I am done.”

Namora sighed. 

Attuma's stubbornness was getting on her nerves.

“Have you so little faith in the princess?” The female warrior could hardly believe that those words had escaped her mouth. But the damage had been done; and it was something that needed to be said.

Attuma snapped his head to Namora in shock, but it slowly morphed into a warning glare.

“What are you instigating?” He asked with gritted teeth. Namora stared at him passively.

“You know her more than anyone. She will not blame you nor would she want you to practically weep whilst we prepare for our next battle. What would she say if she saw you despicably wallowing in self-pity?”

“You watch your mouth.” Attuma stood up, his frame towering over the female general and covering her whole. Despite the waves of rising anger, Namora did not stand down.

“Am I wrong?”

“You dare—”

Namora swiftly raised her spear and pointed it towards Attuma's neck. He glared daggers at his fellow general, but Namora's piercing gaze had left him speechless. Was this the power of K'uk'ulkan's own blood, he wondered, for such eyes would ground him and lower his gaze in their presence?

“You promised to burn them down in her name, correct? She will rouse in due time, but you were given an order. She has faith in you to carry her will; now it is your turn to have faith in her to do her part in recovery.” 

Attuma stayed silent.

Namora kicked his spear up and caught it mid-air. She lowered her own spear and shoved the shaft into his chest, her eyes burning with a new resolve. Attuma could only accept it while gripping the weapon with such strength that would have left dents in the metal if it weren't made of raw vibranium.

Namora hit the butt of her spear on the ground.

“You are wasted here. Instead of weeping for a circumstance that you cannot control, you have the power to fulfill her orders this instant. 'Burn the world,' was it? Well then—a battalion awaits your command to burn it with you, General Attuma.”

Attuma looked down on the weapon in his hands. It gleamed with an imminent danger, the inscriptions of his name carved into the metal. Along with it were delicate paintings of sharks and waves, something that you had so meticulously drawn for him as a joke, a playful way to annoy him, you always said. But he kept it there; you made it, after all. 

He glanced at you, your body incredibly still. His eyes lingered on your face, and like a helpless catch to a fisherman's bait, he slowly bent down to kiss your forehead and inhaled your scent one last time before he went to battle.

“I will follow your will to the ends of the earth. And though you lay still with no signs of waking, know that my heart lays with you, my love. My world…”

Namora stared impressed at Attuma as soon as he straightened himself with a newfound determination. There were no more signs of that pitiful man who stayed by your bedside while waiting for a miracle, no more signs of an estranged soldier who'd rather rot at your feet until you woke. 

In Namora's eyes he saw a steeled warrior. A king candidate who would fight to the death for his world.

And that world was you, his beloved.

“For the princess.” Namora raised her spear towards him, her chin held up higher in pride. Attuma followed suit, his spear drawn and spears clinking with a new promise.

A new vow.

For the first time since you had been bedridden, Attuma showed a sliver of a smile.

“For the princess.”

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I'm 3 months and 2 weeks on T now and I'm sooooo happy with it :D the first two months and then some were SLOW, so much so if it wasn't for one thing and the (temporary) side effects of the hormonal mess, I would've thought it wasn't working lol

but over the past month I've started really seeing changes!!

my voice started dropping, I can hear a difference with my voice pre-t!

I'm already growing facial hair on my neck and chin. at this rate I'll hopefully be one of the lucky ones with something decent before the end of my first year on T hehe

my belly is getting hairier

I think my face shape has started to change but that's harder to tell

so yeah I'm really happy because so far I'm getting nice changes and I haven't been plagued with being hungry, hot and horny. no mood changes either or anything. I don't feel any different from before T besides feeling more confident in my appearance. and I still have some palpitations when I lie down to go to bed in the evening and still in bed in the morning but I saw a cardiologist with echography and EKG and I'm good so it's likely the hormones. it was much worse before my third shot when we increased the dose.

also I don't know if it's related but before T I would get really nauseous (at the base of the neck rather than the stomach, idk how to explain it) at least once every three weeks or so, most of the time when I woke up in the morning and then it went away once I got up and went about my day. a week or so after I started T it got worse as in it started happening more frequently, at night too, and sometimes lasted throughout the day. then towards the end of the sixth week, before my third shot, it got so bad for like five days I thought I was gonna die hahaha but same as the palpitations improving, we did the third shot at full dose instead of half and the nausea disappeared. I haven't had a single instance of it since. so?¿?¿??? (both these things were already there before but probably made worse by a medication I started taking a little after going on T though. I stopped taking it as well)

I'm a liiittle anxious because "oh my god what if I'm doing a mistake" but I'm really looking forward to the next few months!!!

anyways, I did two shots by myself so far, the first one went perfectly well and the second one I felt like passing out but it was likely because I did it in the morning right out of my hot shower sjdkln I lied down for 20 minutes and then felt fine again.

also I got the results of my check-up blood test yesterday and my T levels have very nicely increased (I'm at like 55) and everything else is normal :3

but also WELP because besides my sister my family doesn't know. my mother hasn't called me in a month so odds that she'll notice something next time she calls me are not nonexistent and it's Not going to go well and I'm wholly unprepared for that conversation

next week I'm having lunch with my godmother whom I last saw on the day I started T, so that should be interesting too....she's always been supportive and nonjudgmental (to my face at least hahaha) but also given that she believes in the woke agenda I have no idea if HRT is going too far for her. wait and see :')

as for my dad, I'm frankly starting to wonder if he's just pretending not to have noticed anything. the voice I can get because he talks to me everyday so without a direct comparison it's not impossible that he hasn't noticed. but the facial hair??? I have way more than before and it's surprising he hasn't commented on it. anyway. either way the moment my mother knows he's probably gonna be made aware too.

anyway. excitement but also Fear

[changelingsandothernonsense]

Wip when I get the time.

Hey! I got tagged again. Thanks to @thequeenofthewinter, @mareenavee, @friend-of-giants, @archangelsunited and @elfinismsarts for the tags, I'll get to everyone's posts! I've been avoiding certain parts of the internet this week for my sanity so have been a bit slow getting to things <3 Anyways this week is art and writing again. I've finished 1 art, almost finished another and started one that is a little on the NSFW side, yay me. Oh and because I've been down it's obviously more Josh because that's all my brain can draw atm. Art!

Yeah, Glock!Josh is almost done and the meme is almost over! Next art is under the cut coz length lol.

And here's the most self-indulgent thing I have ever created...the safety version!

It is very self-indulgent, will be a massive pain in the ass and I can't post the full image outside of discord and pillowfort but dammit I'm going to paint this!

Now writing!

More Josh, he's gotten off the boat and is stuck in a room. What's he gonna do? Fuck with Socucius Ergalla of course! It's all dialogue so feel free to skip and just look at the art. :)

“Thank you, now on to the next question,” the Breton paused for a moment, did he expect Teldryn to interrupt him again? “Your cousin-”

“I don’t have a cousin,” Teldryn interjected, oh he was going to enjoy this.

 The Breton sighed before continuing his line of questioning, “Your cousin has given you a very embarrassing nickname and, even worse, likes to call you it in front of your friends. You asked him to stop, but he finds it very amusing to watch you blush.”

“Well, I don’t know what you Bretons like to do with your cousins but-“

“Will you shut up!” The Breton finally raised his voice at him, just the rise Teldryn was looking for.

“Of course, officer, please do continue with these very important questions,” he pointed at his right ear, “I’m all ear.”

 “Your three options are, A. Beat up your cousin, then tell him that if he ever calls you that nickname again, you will bloody him worse the next time.”

Teldryn nodded, he’d let him finish this one.

“B. Make up a story that makes your nickname a badge of honour instead of something humiliating. Or C. Make up an even more embarrassing nickname for him and use it constantly until he learns his lesson.”

“All three,” Teldryn stated before scratching his nose again.

“Choose one please,” the Breton’s tone was becoming increasingly irate.

Teldryn laughed and took a step towards the desk, sitting on its edge. His chains shook as he moved, “You see first I’d cover for myself, make that name sound all heroic in front of these friends.” He moved some of the papers to the side, earning a somewhat mortified look from the Agent. He grinned at the Breton before continuing, “Then I’d call my cousin over, wait for him to use it again and beat the shit out of him. Teach him a lesson and all that. I’ll have plenty of ammunition for an even worse name later!” He laughed to himself before standing back up and returning to his original position, “It’s fucking brilliant!”

The agent just pinched the bridge of his nose, bit his tongue, “Next question.” Teldryn would take that as a win.

“There is a lot of heated discussion at the local tavern over a group of people called 'Telepaths'. They have been hired by certain City-State kings. Rumour has it these Telepaths read a person's mind and tell their Lord whether a follower is telling the truth or not.”

Teldryn remained quiet this time, why not let him continue this one?

“What do you think of this rumour? A. This is a terrible practice. A person's thoughts are his own and no one, not even a king, has the right to make such an invasion into another human's mind.”

Well, this was an odd one, didn’t the Empire use these sorts of mages in their spy rings?

“B. Loyal followers to the king have nothing to fear from a Telepath. It is important to have a method of finding assassins and spies before it is too late.”

“What kind of bootlicking response is that?” Teldryn muttered under his breath, it earned him a stern glare from the Agent before him.

“And finally, C. in these times, it is a necessary evil. Although you do not necessarily like the idea, a Telepath could have certain advantages during a time of war or in finding someone innocent of a crime.”

“How are any of these answers options?” Teldryn shifted his weight where he stood, why was this room so hot? “Oh, I don’t know…The first option is the least stupid.”

“That is the most common response among recruit- “The Breton paused, he’d clearly misspoken, Teldryn decided to keep that bit of information for later, “amongst those being released.”

Teldryn just nodded silently, the word recruit still swimming in his mind.

“Question five, your mother sends you to the market with a list of goods to buy. After you finish you find that by mistake a shopkeeper has given you too much money back in exchange for one of the items.”

And the thought of his mother trusting him with coin and a list sent Teldryn into another laughing fit, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please continue,” This was just ridiculous!

The Breton furrowed his brow. Clearly, he was trying his best to keep his composure, “Do you A. Return to the store and give the shopkeeper his hard-earned money, explaining to him the mistake. B. Decide to put the extra money to good use and purchase items that would help your family. Or C. Pocket the extra money, knowing that shopkeepers in general tend to overcharge customers anyway.”

“Is this a trick question?” Teldryn asked, “You do know what I was arrested for? Right? It’s in that fancy notebook you’ve got there.” Teldryn pointed to the ledger that the Census and Excise Agent had closed earlier.

“It’s a hypothetical situation, now could you please answer the question without all the commentary please.”

“What do you think?” Teldryn shook his head.

“I don’t know, you need to answer the question.”

“The latter,” he looked up at the ceiling and noticed a long, thin crack in the plaster, how much longer was this going to take? He was beginning to feel restless, for a variety of reasons, he did just wander off a cramped ship after all.

The Breton took a deep breath before moving on to the next question, “While in the marketplace, you witness a thief cut a purse from a noble. Even as he does so, the noble notices and calls for the city guards. In his haste to get away, the thief drops the purse near you. Surprisingly no one seems to notice the bag of coins at your feet.”

“Oh, another trick question ha?” Teldryn moved back onto his heels, the shackles around his ankles pinching at his skin. He really wanted those things off. The old man ignored his comment.

“Do you choose option A. Pick up the bag and signal to the guard, knowing that the only honourable thing to do is return the money to its rightful owner.”

“What bullshit!”

The Breton glared at him again, “Do you B. Leave the bag there, knowing that it is better not to get involved.”

“Also bullshit and terribly stupid.”

“Or finally do you choose C. Pick up the bag and pocket it, knowing that the extra windfall will help your family in times of trouble.”

“Oh, come on officer! What kind of leading questions are these?” Teldryn watched as he scribbled something down into that ledger. Notes? Was he being assessed? Teldryn sighed, “Fine, the last one.”

“Thank you, question seven, your father sends you on a task which you loathe, cleaning the stables. On the way there, pitchfork in hand, you run into your friend from the homestead near your own. He offers to do it for you, in return for a future favour of his choosing.” He paused, glancing at Teldryn for a moment before continuing, “Do you A. Decline his offer, knowing that your father expects you to do the work, and it is better not to be in debt.”

“That’s stupid.”

“Enough commentary please,” the Breton snapped. He wrote something else down in that ledger as he continued his line of questioning, “Do you choose option B. Ask him to help you, knowing that two people can do the job faster than one, and agree to help him with one task of his choosing in the future.”

“Also stupid,” Teldryn interjected again.

“Please just let me finish,” no, this was stupid and Teldryn was adamant that he’d prove that point, “Or finally C. Accept his offer, reasoning that as long as the stables are cleaned, it matters not who does the cleaning.”

Teldryn smiled, He attempted to fold his arms but got caught in the chains, he leaned back instead, “Oh that’s easy, if the s’wit is stupid enough to want to shovel guar-shit, then he can shovel guar-shit.”

“Interesting way to put it, most ah, prisoners choose the second option,” he continued scribbling down what Teldryn assumed was his answer or a commentary on his answer, he couldn’t quite see.

“Well then, most prisoners are stupid,” Teldryn offered, he found another knot in his hair to fiddle with. It felt greasy, he didn’t like it one bit.

“Question eight, your mother asks you to help fix the stove. While you are working, a very hot pipe slips its mooring and falls towards her.”

“No.”

“Excuse me?” The Breton questioned, pausing long enough to dip his stylus into the inkpot.

“I’m not helping mother with a stove! This question is stupid! Next!”

“Please, we only have two left!” the Breton’s composure slipped again as he raised his voice at Teldryn, “Now option A-“

“Next. Question.” Teldryn growled through gritted teeth, he was officially over these questions and it seemed that in this case, the Census and Excise Agent was just as willing to move on.

He flipped through a few pages, marking each as he went, the elderly man appeared to be clenching his jaw as he went, “Question nine, while in town the baker gives you a sweet roll. Delighted, you take it into an alley to enjoy only to be intercepted by a gang of three other kids your age. The leader demands the sweet roll, or else he and his friends will beat you and take it.”

“Kid sounds like a dick, if you ask me,” Teldryn interjected, really what was the point of this?

[that-basic-simp]

Wood Cutting

~WARNING: END GETS CITRUSY~

"Oi, Dez," I called from the living room.

"Yes, princess?"

"We're low on wood for the fireplace."

"Alright. Give me a second," she said, leaving the kitchen area. "Let me get changed."

"What you're wearing now, it's not good to cut wood?" I asked, taking note of her black sweatpants she was wearing, a t-shirt, and her mismatched socks.

"Nah, besides. Gotta put on a performance for ya," she chuckled as she winked at me, heading upstairs.

I chuckled, only imagining what she had in mind. When she came back down a few minutes later, she had on jeans, a flannel, and her winter boots.

"Ya gonna join me?" she asked, grabbing Carnage.

"I think you can handle chopping some wood," I said, sipping the hot chocolate from my cup.

"What if I need ya? Ya know, if Carnage slips out of my hands or somethin'?" she walked towards me.

"Dez, how long have ya had Carnage?"

"Long time."

"And you're now askin' what if it slips out of your hands?" I couldn't help contain my laughter.

"It's a real question, princess," she smiled and pressed a kiss to my forehead. "Come on. I'll have someone to talk to."

"Fine," I chuckled and stood up.

Making our way towards the side door, I put my boots on and a jacket before making sure I had a blanket with me. Following Odessa out of the cabin, I sat down on a rocking chair that was on the side patio. Odessa made the suggestion of coming out here since she saw it on a brochure when she was in Overwatch. I told her I wouldn't mind spending a week here and so here we are. Out in the middle of no where. In a cabin with just the two of us to be together. It was the best week I could have asked to spend with her.

As I got myself situated, Odessa grabbed some logs that were stacked up against the side of the cabin. She brought it over to a huge tree stump and set it down. Turning to look my way, I waved at her, letting her know I was watching. She winked at me before raising Carnage over her head and bringing it down, splitting the log in half. I continued to watch her chop wood, gathering up the split logs and stacking them up together.

Taking note that she reached up to grab the collar of the flannel, she flapped it back and forth, trying to create some air flow for her. However, as she caught my gaze, she started to unbutton the flannel at a painfully slow pace. Trying to contain myself, I just raised the mug to my lips and slowly sipped on my hot chocolate, admiring how the flannel hugged her muscular arms. A sly smirk appeared on her lips as she reached up, grabbing the ends of the flannel, throwing the top off of her shoulders, revealing a black tank top she had underneath. Her arms crossed behind one another to grab at the opposing sleeves, fully revealing the tank top. Once she had the flannel off, she came over to where I was sitting and placed it on the chair next to me. My eyes looked her up and down, taking note that she had tucked in the tank top and a belt was wrapped around her jeans. Immediately looking down, I admired how the tight tank top made her abs stand out above everything else.

"Enjoyin' yourself, princess?" she chuckled darkly, placing a kiss to my forehead.

"You know it," I responded as she turned around. "Jeans look nice on ya."

"Better drink it in now," she turned her head over her shoulder, winking at me.

"Oh you bet I am," I said, sipping on my drink.

She walked back to where the wooden logs were and decided to cut some more. While she was cutting the wood, I watched as her biceps contracted and relaxed when she raised Carnage over her head and brought it down to slice the wood. My heart was beating faster and my face grew warmer and it wasn't because of the hot chocolate. As she grabbed the last log she was going to cut, she brought Carnage down and the blade didn't go entirely through. Letting out a sigh, she removed her axe and placed it on the ground. Looking into my eyes, a dark look appeared as we maintained eye contact.

She placed her hands on either side of the splintering wood and raised it in the air. I watched as her biceps flexed and her fingers gripped the inner parts of the wood. With one swift pulling motion, she split the rest of the log in half, dropping it. All the while she did that, we never broke eye contact. Reaching down, she grabbed Carnage and rested it on her shoulders, admiring the work she had done before driving it into the stump, collecting the logs. She came onto the patio with a good pile before heading back into the cabin. I gathered my things and walked in, her holding the door for me.

"Thanks," I smiled and pecked her lips.

"You're welcome," she walked over to the dying fire and started to put some more wood in it, tending to it so it could reignite.

Once the fire grew, she placed the unused logs on the side of the chimney and got up, sitting down on the couch. Her arms rested on the back while she threw her head back, letting out a sigh. I put my mug on the counter and blanket on the chair next to the couch as I sat beside her.

"Enjoy the show, princess?" she asked, a smile appearing.

"You never disappoint."

She lifted her head up and reached over, grabbing my waist. Lifting me up, she set me down on her lap and smiled up at me. My arms instinctively wrapped around her neck.

"Come on, princess. I know ya've been dying inside," she chuckled, placing a quick kiss to my lips.

My hands slowly trailed down to her shoulders, rubbing them ever so slightly. She let out a content sigh as her head fell backwards. After giving her shoulders a massage, they trailed down her arms, squeezing at her bulging biceps as they too felt stiff like her shoulders. Finally, moving from her biceps, I moved down to her forearms and the pads of my fingers ran over hers.

"Don't be shy now," she chuckled. "I know what ya want."

Finally succumbing to my inner thoughts, I reached down and inside her jeans, grabbing the end of the tank top. Untucking it, I removed it from her upper body, leaving her in her black sports bra. With the lighting of the fire and the sweat, it glistened against her abs. The pads of my fingers trailed over them, feeling the bumps and I took my index finger, tracing the valleys with my nail.

"Ya know you want to go further," Odessa leaned over and whispered in my ear, as I watched her abs flexed as she moved.

I swallowed hard, wanting to move, but my body froze in that moment. Pulling away, she saw how red I became and she chuckled.

"What do ya think, princess? I take ya right 'ere, in front of the fire. Ever thought about how hot that can get?"

"Y-Yes, Odessa," I said.

"What do ya say?"

"I, uhm, uhh," my brain went into restart mode as a devious smile crawled on her lips.

"I'll let ya think about it, for now, I want ya to go further. Unbuckle my belt and sit between my legs," she said, placing her hand on the belt buckle.

She patted it with her fingers before they curled upwards, her fingers motioning for me to come towards her. I took another hard swallow as I crawled off of her lap and knelt in front of her. Her legs spread open and allowed me to sit in between them. Slowly reaching over, I unbuckled her belt and before moving any further, I unbottoned and unzipped her jeans, seeing the elastic waistband of her black boxers.

"Atta girl," she growled. "Continue."

I removed the belt from the belt loops. I set the belt down and I sat there, admiring the angle I was at to view her abs. Leaning forwards, she grabbed my jaw and pulled me up.

"What does my princess want?" Odessa demanded, using her other hand to run it through her mohawk. "Tell me what my princess wants. Whatever she wants, she gets."

"I-I want you, Dez."

"What was that?" she asked, pulling me closer to her. "I don't think I heard ya correctly."

"I-I-I want you, m-m-my queen," I looked deeply into her amber eyes.

"Good girl," she said lowly and smashed her lips against mine. It was brief, but it was firm.

As she pulled away, she rested her elbows on the back of couch, her hands dangling parallel to the cushions. I slowly sunk down onto my knees, my head resting on her thigh. She moved her other leg closer, trapping my head between her legs.

"Such a good girl," she cocked her head, admiring me at this angle. Reaching down, her fingers ran through my hair. "Such a pretty, little princess, begging for 'er queen to give 'er a good time. Well, not before ya satisfy your queen. Only then you get your reward. Is that understood?"

"Y-Yes, my queen."

"Good. Now, please your queen," she said, loosening her legs around my head.

[sidhewrites]

Seventeen! I've got all these notes about how I want Mr. Ngo to be more involved, and that he deserves to also be a Graveyard Lesbian but I can't figure out exactly where he'd fit in so for now, he's a supporting character instead.

Fun fact number 2 this is going very different than intended, where MagnusRenfield was going to get major spooky powers that would allow him to open up a portal to the spirit world and suck the town into it.

I uh...don't think that's gonna happen anymore but we'll see how it goes.

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There's no such luck waiting for me. A light's on in the front office, with Mr. Ngo waiting for me.  Mr Ngo is waiting for me. I'm exhausted as it is, and I brace myself for a proper chewing out. "Good morning."

"Hiya boss. You're here early."

"Everything okay at home?"

"It, uh..." I rub my arms, feeling the gauze under my sweater's sleeves, and shrug. "It's been a time."

"It seems like it. Maybe you should take another day off. Come back when you're ready."

Something in his tone sets me on edge, heart leaping to my throat. "No -- no, it's fine. I'm fine, I can--"

"Kaz," he says. "I had a weird message on the answering machine yesterday. I'm very worried about you."

Oh no, I think, and try to smile. “What’s up?”

"Those nice people who filmed here the other day, they say you’re calling them and want them to come back."

"I..."

"Kaz, that's very unlike you. What's going on? Do you know how unprofessional that is? "

I know. I know it is. But I don’t know how to sit down and explain to him that not only are ghosts apparently real, but that Mick and Lourdes accidentally summoned an evil one and it’s now possessing my ex girlfriends cat except they thought they were talking to my new kind of girlfriend, who, it turns out, is also a ghost and I’m somehow a medium caught up in the middle of this. “I can explain,” I lie. I have no idea how to explain any of it.

"Kaz."

"Mr. Ngo, listen... things -- it's..." I falter.

He sighs, and puts a hand on my shoulder. "Go get some rest, Kaz. You look like you haven't slept in days. I can handle the graveyard until you're feeling better."

"No -- no, Mr. Ngo, please. I'm fine, really -- I...It won't happen again, I promise. It--"

"Kaz." He looks almost sad. "Get some rest. You've been working very hard lately. I think it would be good to spend less time among the dead, and a bit more among the living for a few days."

I want to argue. I want to beg forgiveness. I want to fall to the ground and tell him everything, if only so he'd stop looking at me like that. But I don't.  I do as I'm told. I apologize one more time, and then I go home, dragging my sorry ass back to the apartment, and fall right back into bed to sleep as long as I possibly could. Somehow, I sleep through the day again -- the week of all-nighters finally catching up to me, and only stir hours later, when the familiar sound of kitty feet patter across the floor.

Renfield doesn't get the zoomies often anymore, but it happens occasionally. I'll wake up in the middle of the night, waddling around like a wild animal, traveling at the speed of slow. He takes his little ramp up to the bed, pounces on my foot, and meeps for attention. Just like always, I roll over and mumble out a little, "Go to sleep, little boy."

Renfield pads across the bed again, leaps down to the ground, and waddles out, then back in and up onto the bed once more to tap my face.

"C'mon, baby," I mumble, still half asleep as he trots around the apartment. "I'll get you breakfast in an hour."

"It's not breakfast I'm looking for."

Suddenly I'm wide awake. Renfield sits there, fur almost glowing in the light that shines in from the street outside, eyes glowing yellow. "Good morning, dear Kaz. It's been far too long."

"Jesus fuck!" I bolt up, nearly falling off the bed. He doesn't move, just watching me scrabble uselessly for a second before I find purchase and leap to my feet.

"Are you done?"

"What the fuck!" I shout.

Magnus sighs. "Let me know when you're done with the hysterics. I have a proposal."

"Leave my cat alone."

"That's part of the plan."

"What? Wait -- but--"

"How am I here? Please." He makes a show of licking his paw, letting me get a good look at the dried blood around his mouth.

"Did you...You didn't..."

"I'm an expedient man, Kaz. I had to get out the door somehow."

[Something.]

"Here's the deal, dearest Kaz. There's something interesting going on lately. The moon's getting full, and I'm pleased to find out what day it is. In a few days, it'll be Hallow's eve, and I have a few suspicions. I don't need much from you, of course. Just get me outside, into the crowds. I'll take care of the rest."

But before he can say more, his strength wanes. Renfield's pupils dilate once more, and he returns to himself. He's confused again, not sure how he got there.

I pick up my phone right away and call Josie. "I think we're running out of time."

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𝓘𝓷 𝓶𝔂 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 //James Hetfield

"The house next door was just sold, i hope the new neighbour will be nice."

part three of ? part two

disclaimers : smut, age gap (modern day james), slow burn shit, sex dream, smoking, probably drinking, whatever must know human reproduction to interact, kids dni

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Chapter 3 - 1967 Camaro

After I got home I put myself to sleep. Maybe I'll get some sleep. I haven't slept well since my mom's gone. It's always nice to sleep normally sometimes. My eyelids are heavy and I fall quicker than I did the last few weeks.

*I'm lying on my side in my bed above the covers. I don't have the time to know what I am doing when a hand falls gently on my waist.

This tattoo.

It's him.

He gently puts his hand under my shirt and pulls me to him by the waist.

"-My girl." i hear him whisper in my ear, his breath slowly attacking my neck.

I bite my lip. God, I'm so wet. I clench my thighs together and I can't help but start to rub against his growing erection. Fuck he seems so big.

"- Already so horny for me huh?" he says laughing against my neck.

"- Don't worry, I'll take care of you." he adds.

He climbs over me and starts attacking my neck. I want to whimper his name but I don't even know it. I put my hands in his hair. I hold him like he is my oxygen. I can't let go.

"-Mmhh..." i moan.

He lifts his head and smiles at me.

"- I -*

I suddenly wake up to the sound of an engine outside. I don't know what to think about this. I don't even know his name! Plus he's way older than me.

Well, a little dream never hurts anybody, right?

I slide my hand in my panties just to check. Jesus, I'm so wet. I'm down so bad.

It's not like you will ever see him again Ann, it's okay.

I got up and looked out the window. The sound of the engine came from a moving van. The new owner of the house next door was moving in.

Today I don't have work. I have to get some groceries, that's all. I decided to stay in my pyjamas and stay chill for the day. Well I sleep in my underwear and no shirt, so I put on some shorts and a Doors shirt.

That's my shit, I'm into 60s rock. The Doors is my favourite band. Apart from the 60s and very early 70s i don't know shit about music. 70s, 80s, 90s and after : no idea. My mom used to listen to Guns n'Roses sometimes and she loved Motörhead so I know who Lemmy Killmister and Axl Rose are (mom told me he was an asshole by the way) but that's it. I've always been stuck with the 60s. I know the classics, you know GnR, Queen, Nirvana, Metallica, etc... even though i could never recognise one of their members if they were put in front of my face.

I go down to the living room and put on some music. There is my grandmother, reading softly. I go kiss her on the cheek.

"- What did you put on my dear?" my grandma asked sweetly.

"- Jefferson Airplane, i know you love them." i tell her.

"- Oh yeah, it reminds me of my teenage years."

I know my grandmother saw so many things going on around L.A in the 60s/70s, she said she wrote them down in her notebooks and she'll give them to me one day. I know I'll probably have them when she's gone and I don't want that. So I'd rather not know until a long time. I sit down next to her and put my head on her shoulder. She puts her hand on my hair and begins to caress them slowly.

"- It seems you have slept well sweetheart. Had sweet dreams?" my grandma asks.

I cough a little bit.

"- Well... it was an okay night, I slept better than the last few days." i answer, trying not to be embarrassed by the remembrance of my wet dream.

"- I'm glad you did darling."

She kisses my forehead.

"- Hey grandma guess what?" i asked.

"- What sweetheart?" she questioned.

"- There's gonna be new neighbours next door. Maybe they'll be a nice couple." i say enjoyed.

I secretly hope this is a nice couple. That would make it more secure for my grandmother. Not that Stacy isn't good but for emergencies purposes when i'm not there it would be practical.

"- Don't worry for me sweetheart. Whether they are a gang member or a nice couple, I'm sure it'll be nice." she says laughing sweetly.

I laugh too. My grandmother is a badass that's for sure. I get up to get something to eat.

I hear a knock on the door and look at the clock. It must be Stacy.

"- Hey Stacy! Good morning!" we greet each other.

"- Hey girl! Did you notice the moving van?" questioned Stacy.

I walk outside the front door with Stacy and look over the porch to catch a glimpse.

"- Yeah it woke me up. Too bad I was having a nice dream for once." i answer, bothered.

I saw the questioning look of Stacy. She probably wanted to ask about my dream but she must have assumed I was saying that for once I was not having a nightmare about my mom's death. So she let go. Well it's true. I did not have a nightmare. But I did go from one extreme to the other.

"- You know who is the new owner?" Stacy asked.

"- No, not yet. I hope they are a nice couple. You know with my grandma and all."

"- Oooh maybe it's a nice and sexy dude just for your eyes to eat." says Stacy jokingly.

"- Stacy, come on."

"- What?! It would be nice!" she states.

No guy could beat the man I saw yesterday anyway. So her joke doesn't even work. Maybe I should tell her.

I get up and close the front door so my grandma doesn't hear.

"- Hey Stacy." i said to her with a shy face.

"- Oh my god tell me! You look like it's something nice!" Stacy asked excitedly.

We were sitting on the stairs of the front porch. Watching the workers move in the stuff into the newly sold house.

"- I saw the sexiest man alive yesterday at the pharmacy." i say, embarrassed.

"- Ann tell me you took his number?!" Stacy said, shaking my shoulders.

"- No way! Plus he looked so much older than me."

"- Well, I don't see the problem." she says dubiously.

I rolled my eyes and Stacy saw it.

"- Think about it. Life's too short for you to give a shit and your mom would say the exact same thing. You're an adult. He's an adult. You want him. And if he wants you, why would you not go for it. It being consensual is all that matters." she says excitedly.

"- I don't know. You're probably right. Anyway it's not like I'm gonna see him again."

"- I know I'm right! I always am. Next time something like that happens you go for it!"

I put my head in my hands for a second and sigh.

"- That's not the worst Stace."

"- What?" asked Stacy.

"- I had a sex dream about him last night." i say almost whispering.

"- WHAT?!" she coughed "I mean... What? No way! I didn't know you were that perverted girl!" she says laughing.

"- Fuck you."

"- I mean it's not a big deal, happens to the best of us. You saw a hot dilf, your brain made a sex dream about him. That's normal. Whatever. But i'm glad you dreamt about something else tho."

"- So it doesn't mean anything?"

"- No, maybe that you need a good fuck. But that's all. Look. The dreams you have about your mom are only a reaction to her death. It doesn't mean much more right? Same thing."

"- The dreams of my mom means that I miss her."

"- Yeah and this dream means you need to relax. Now i'm not telling you to fuck an older man, i'm telling you you just need to let go."

"- Argh" i exhale. "You're right, I do need to relax."

"- Yeah, do some of those artsy pictures you are so talented for or something. Try and live your passion. France is in good hands, plus it's not like you taking a step forward will forbid you from taking care of your grandma."

France is the name of my grandmother. It's a beautiful name. When Stacy uses her first name I know she's being serious.

"- Maybe. I don't know if I'm ready."

"- It's been years since you stopped living for yourself. It's time for you to start again." said Stacy concerned.

"- Years?! I'm not that old!"

"- Two years is already too much when you forget about yourself."

My mom was diagnosed two years ago. That's when I stopped everything to take care of her. I completely forgot it's already been that long.

"- This whole thing is so torturous."

"- It could be simple Ann, but I get why you don't see it. I know you will. You're a girlboss." she winked at me.

Stacy then gave me a warm hug.

The workers outside were taking out some big black boxes, they looked like engineering stuff. As well as cases. That looked like music stuff. It's cool, maybe it's a couple of artists. It's hard to see well anyway. This house is still big and there's a big path between the portal and the house.

"- And what about you, Stace? How is it going in your love life?" i asked, trying to make her stop talking about my life.

"- Wait look!" Stacy exclaimed.

Out of nowhere a loud engine roamed from the left side of the street. A black 1967 Chevrolet Camaro approaches. I thought that it was a nice car but that's the type to be owned by a douchebag. I hope they don't pull to this house.

Next thing I know, it does pull up to the newly sold house. It pissed me off. What is it? A douchebag musician who thinks they're rich and famous after one hit? I hope they're not gonna act like the neighbours in the highly modern houses around the block. They despise you because they got more money. Money they got by doing nothing but stealing it from their parents in general. They're lucky my grandmother is nice because I know a lot of old ladies who would have kicked their ass just for having such a loud car.

"- Oh fuck no." i frowned.

"- You've got your answer girl, douchebag bought the house. Love the car tho." she said with a doubting look on her face.

"- Give me a cigarette, I'm begging you Stace!"

I don't smoke. Normally. Well I do a little, when I feel too stressed I do. I've chained smoke the whole week after my mom died. I haven't smoked in a week. But now I need one. So many confusing things are going on around me. Stacy looks through her bag and gives me a cigarette and a lighter. I light it like a starved man.

"- Thanks Stace." i say giving her the lighter back.

"- That's not gonna solve our problem."

"- Problem?" i ask, raising a brow.

"- Who the hell is douchebag dude. I mean he may be a douchebag but I still wanna see his face."

"- Yup, me too."

He stopped in the street, not in his driveway, probably not to bother the people moving in his stuff. The car windows were tinted a little, so we couldn't see much. The car door opened and there he was.

Oh my god.

He was there.

The man from the pharmacy. The hottest man I ever crossed paths with. The man whose hand gave me a wet dream. The man I never thought I would see again. He looked over at us and smiled slightly before quickly looking away.

*"- My girl."*

Him calling me like this in my dream came back to me suddenly. I coughed due to the cigarette smoke that got tangled in my lungs because of the shock.

"- Fuck..." i said between breaths.

I couldn't keep my eyes off of him. I should. But i can't.

I forgot all about what I said earlier. He walked toward the house, shaking hands with the workers moving in his stuff. He was wearing a black leather jacket and black jeans. I couldn't look away from his attitude. The way he walked. The way he looked so smooth talking to other people. That I already knew with the way he talked to Pam. But it was a better sight.

"- Hey guys, how's it going?" he asked the workers with the beautifulest smile i have ever seen.

"Whatever" I say to myself breathing in smoke. It's not like him being my new neighbour is gonna change something.

"- OH. MY. GOD." said Stacy.

Stacy had her mouth wide open. She looked like she saw God herself.

"- What?"

"- No way you didn't recognise him!" said Stacy.

"- FUCK what is wrong? Pam yesterday and now you. What? Who's this guy?" i say obviously pissed off.

"- Pam?" she raised a brow.

"- Him. This dude. He's the one i saw at the pharmacy yesterday."

"- No way you've had a wet dream with James Hetfield?!" she exclaims.

"- James Hetfield?!"

"- James Hetfield. The singer of Metallica." she says like it's obvious.

"- What the fuck?"

"- That's so cool girl! Ann, your new neighbour is James Hetfield! And you've got a thing for him. I heard he got divorced not long ago. If it's any of use for you." she goes on with a malicious smile.

"- Stacy."

"- What?" she laughs.

I light off my cigarette and get up. I get some stuff in the entryway and get out again.

"- I'M GOING TO GET GROCERIES GRANDMA, I'LL BE BACK SOON. LOVE YOU." i shout to my grandma who's on the other side of the first floor.

I turn around to face Stacy.

"- Whatever. I need to do some groceries. One word of this to my grandmother and I'll beat your ass. I'll tell her about the metalhead neighbour when the time is right!"

Stacy laughed.

"- Okay okay. You're the boss."

I give her the finger while getting in my car. I need to change air.

I'm parking in front of the grocery store. Before coming out my mind wanders.

James Hetfield. Him. He is the guy I have a crush on. Well only a little crush but still.

I look up "James Hetfield" on my phone.

It truly is him. Even in pictures he gives me this weird effect. He was so cute young. He was so hot in the 90s. But nothing compares to him now. He truly is ethereal. I want to know more, to know him more. Not because of his fame, just because he attracts me. I'm so confused.

"- James." i sigh, throwing my head back on the headrest.

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A/N : slow burn shit is killing me i have to write sex dreams. Chapter 4 is ready btw. XOXO <33

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i suppose - mildred ratched x reader

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summary: based on romcom headcanon. mildred is gwendolyn’s troubled, mysterious, gorgeous, new friend who she brings along the the valentine’s day dance at your women’s bar.

includes: mildred ratched x fem!reader, all in reader’s POV, brief time jump.

warnings: none.

1,316 words

Y/N POV//

I saw the redhead when Gwendolyn brought her by, but missed the chance to speak when she stormed out.

Having known Gwen for years, as a regular customer of mine, I asked her what happened and if I could help at all.

She somewhat explained what her friend is going through, respecting her privacy but giving enough detail to garner advice.

"Why not bring her to the Sweetheart’s Dance next week?" I suggest.

The blonde stares down her glass, "Hm, I don't know."

"Safe to say she typically prefers being in control, right?"

Gwen nodded.

I continue, "The woman is in uncharted waters, Gwenny. You can't just spring a room of sapphics on her! She was probably embarrassed that you even realized her inclinations. Bring her by for the dance. Tell her what is and let her decide. She can see us acting like everyone else. Women loving women. Love in the air. I'll make her feel right at home."

"Y/n." she warns.

"Geez Gwen, I'm not gonna pounce on her. I only have slight ulterior motives here. I'd like to meet her but I'd like for her to experience a place like this more."

She took my suggestion and brings the beautiful stranger back the following week.

(( time skip / a weeek ))

I can tell immediately that Mildred is a little thrown by my appearance: tousled hair, fitted trousers, waistcoat, and a loosely buttoned shirt. I'm assuming -hoping, praying- it's for positive reasons that she just won't stop staring.

"Mildred, this is my dear friend, Y/n. Y/n, Mildred." Gwen gestures between us.

"How do you do." the redhead offers a hand.

"Very well, thanks," I shake her hand, "and you?"

"Fine, thank you." she drops my hand when she realizes we're still shaking.

Gwen, what a wingwoman, makes an excuse to go talk to some seamstress she's had her eye on.

"What can I get you, Red?"

"It's Mildred, a water is fine."

"On the rocks?" I ask, unable to wipe the smile from my face.

She looks almost confused at my joy, "Please."

"Coming right up!"

Surprisingly, she strikes up further conversation, "Gwendolyn says you own the place?"

"Co-own with an aunt, Lana. She helped raise me and this is now my pride and joy."

Mildred scans the room without being obvious, "Is it difficult hiding...this place?”

"Trouble is expected," reading between the lines I weigh my answer in my head, "but it's freeing nonetheless."

She accepts her water with a polite nod. I leave Mildred to sit and observe in peace, aside from the moments where she needs a refill.

Feeling...a lot of things, I decide to make her something else to drink. On the house. I fill a glass with a lemon-lime soda (sprite), add a splash of grenadine (fruit syrup), and a couple maraschino cherries (it's a shirley temple).

Gwendolyn is sat with Mildred and another blonde when I drop the drink at her table with nothing but a smile. I feel her eyes as I tend to other customers. Making sure to flip the bottles and add flare where I can while mixing drinks.

“Something sweet for the occasion.”

"You enjoy making a spectacle of yourself?" she asks when I replace her empty glass with a fresh one.

"Is that your roundabout way of saying you can't look away, Red?"

She sips her drink but doesn't correct my name choice, and my smile grows as I head back to the bar.

Once the slow dancing starts and people are ordering less, I take a seat at Mildred's table and ever so casually ask about her. Wanting to know more -quite literally anything- about the woman who's on her journey of acceptance.

When she's slow to share I do the talking. Giving her a brief storyline about how the bar opened, some facts about myself, a story or two about Gwen, and innocent tidbits/background on some of the women in the room. All in hopes of the place feeling less foreign, less lonely(?) for her as a newcomer.

I follow her stare to a group of four move to the dance floor and the confusion on her face is plain as day when the two femmes wrap their arms around each other and the other two in suits, one with short hair, hold hands.

"Are they...?" she never finishes her sentence.

"They are. There's no box to fill here, Red. People like what they like...who they like, I should say."

"I always thought it was-" she continues to process.

"Sometimes it is. Sometimes it's one or the other, other time it's both, most times they just don't care. Even down to the clothes. They can mean a lot yet so little.

"How do you mean?" Mildred's eyes shift all over the room.

"Some of them are forced to be one way for their entire lives, except stolen moments at home or in places like this. Where they can wear what they want, dress how they want, just be who they are. When the world is black and white we need a grey area to relax.”

“It’s freeing?” she quotes what I said before.

“Exactly. Then there are people like myself who sometimes wanna throw on their prettiest dress and other times wanna slap on a three piece suit. Whether it’s to access their masculinity or to do so without sacrificing an ounce of femininity.”

Her gaze lingers on a swaying couple, one of the women in a dress not unlike hers and the other in an outfit similar to mine. Their foreheads resting together, hands a little lower than decent, but they've had a drink or two and it's valentine's day so who cares.

Mildred nods meekly when I ask her to dance. Though she accepts immediately, she's slow to stand.

"I don't bite!" I wiggle the fingers of my outstretched hand.

Her cheeks tinge pink as she accepts my hand, "For some reason I doubt that."

She fights a smile when I use her hand to spin myself around and she sighs when I bring her to me, standing a little closer that before.

I may or may not catch her glancing down my top a few times, "See something you like?"

Her eyes meet mine sharp yet caught, "Pardon?"

"My outfit," I can't help but tease her further, "what else would I mean?"

"I was only realizing your suit is much more...tailored to your figure than mens suits- than the suits of some of the women here."

"Oh, yeah," I nod in understanding, smile blooming, "I like to make a spectacle of myself."

Her eyes flicker with something different, "Can you dress like this all the time?"

"Is that a request?" I briefly look her up and down.

"A question. Some might say you're leering." her fingertips brush under the shoulders of my vest as the follow the lines of my shirt’s pattern.

"I'm admiring." I correct her, "To answer your question I can't exactly run this place in a skirt and heels, and I certainly don't look like you when I do."

"I suppose."

A bark of laughter breaks through me, "Ouch! You wound me, Red—"

The fingers stroking my shoulder still, "No I mean to work—"

"Insulted in my very own establishment? Here I thought we were playing nice, you femme fatale!"

She shakes a wisp of hair loose, "I only meant it makes sense for you to prefer to work in something like this instead."

"I know I know, I'm only- is that a smile, Mildred?"

The woman seems almost surprised at how relaxed she's become. She wears a look on her face that says when did that happen?

"I suppose." she resumes tracing the pattern of my shirt.

"So are you enjoying your first sweetheart's dance?"

Theres another smile and almost whispering she says, "I suppose."

[dragons-and-dwarves-are-nice]

To the Shadows that Cry Witch /// Chapter 15

Hello! So this chapter's gonna be a bit of a short one. I'm currently at a bit of a crossroads, because I want Gandalf and the dwarves to start showing up, but at the same time I've planned for some character development to happen before they do. So I've had to go back to the drawing board (aka my notes) because I'm struggling to think of what to write for the next chapter - I refuse to let myself spiral into writers block. But I'll make sure you guys have something to read for when I post next week. So I hope you guys like reading this one for now. Enjoy! <3

Summary: Magic was real, but it came at a price. So when two girls end up in the one place they never thought they could reach, strange things began to happen. Good or bad? That's up to them to find out.

Tags: Kili x oc/reader - Fili x oc (POV to be written soon) - Thorin's company × ocs/reader (platonic) - fluff - angst - EXTREME slow burn - crack - Bagginshield

Word Count: 1585

Warnings: This chapter contains themes related to an animal stalking and attacking the reader, but only goes up to the start of the attack - no injuries are sustained :)

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Screaming

Selcouth (Definition): Odd, unusual, or extraordinary in appearance, effect, manner. Peculiar not known, seen, or experienced before; unfamiliar.

(Noun / Origin: Archaic / Old English / Sel·kooth)

Like I had done when I had touched the veil that brought us here, I pressed my hand against the polished wood. Silently, I slowly slid my hand across the textured surface, the warm light from the candle casting deep shadows along the groves and carvings, until I reached the narrow gap between the doors. Curving my fingers into the gap, I went to haul the doors open, when I peered through the parting.

My eyes widened, and I took a couple steps back at the sight of a blue glow coming from inside the wardrobe. I then let out a gasp, as a rogue gust of wind blew the windows open with a crash, the curtains billowing as the wind extinguished the one candle in the room, plunging everything into darkness.

It wasn’t long before my eyes adjusted to it all, the glow from the wardrobe bathing the furniture in swirls of blue and white, as if the walls had been replaced by the ocean depths.

Placing the stool down, I turned towards the window, with the intent of pushing the panes shut in an attempt to halt the wind from knocking over anything, only to stop once more as I stared out.

The waxing crescent of the moon bore into my eyes, it’s light searing itself into mind and memory, as if it never wanted me to forget it. I felt myself let go of the window panes, my hands returning to my sides like someone had gently taken my wrists and moved them for me.

I sharply twisted my head to the side, shaking my hands to get rid of whatever came over me, and I faced back towards the wardrobe – any intent to close the windows now long forgotten.

It was as if it was pulsing, the brightness fading in and out slightly, a bit like the veil. But this pulsing was quite erratic, reminding me of when someone runs past a closed door several times, and you catch their silhouette through the gaps momentarily. I noticed it had become more frantic when the moon had appeared, and now the noises had returned.

This time it was more of a rattling, as if something was trapped in a wooden box, and I once again closed the gap between me and the two doors. Picking up the stool again along the way, the adrenaline coursed through me as I brought it nearer to my face, with every intention to defend myself if the worst was to come.

The closer I stepped the louder it got. The rattling now sounding like someone was throwing a large object around, though the wardrobe made no movement. The glowing shone even brighter, the blue turning to a harsh white as I neared the gap between the doors once again, and squinting my eyes as much as I could whilst still being able to see, I peered into the depths – only to let out a shriek.

For an eye was staring back.

Giant and inhuman, it didn’t look solid, almost transparent, itself glowing with the same blues and whites that filled the walls of my room. I managed to make out its giant iris, with slits for pupils, before I was thrown back.

The doors burst open, and a high pitched noise filled the room, piercing my ears before I could put my hands over them, sounding like a mix of an old steam trains horn, and a woman’s scream.

The blue light completely filled the room now, and I watched in horror as a shape barrelled out between the confines of the wardrobe, which no longer contained what was originally clothes, but instead what looked like a gaping portal that went on forever.

But I wasn’t focusing on that, I was instead focusing on the creature in front of me.

It was a large beast, with twisting horns and gnarly gnashing teeth that snapped at the air, and despite not spreading them fully, it’s bony wings spanned the entire room. It stood on four legs, each foot protruding hooked claws that looked like they could cut through the hardest rock. It looked like something that would flatten a mountain, but had shrunk, probably so it could fit in the small room. The ringing noise still stung at my ears, and in my horrified staring, I realised I could see right through it. Not fully, but enough to make out the shape of the wardrobe behind it. My best guess was that it was a ghost, but I had no idea why a ghost beast would want to visit me, and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to find out. It continued to thrash its head about, growling and snarling, until it spotted me.

My breath hitched as it’s two piercing eyes bore into my own, and I couldn’t bear to look away, the fear flooding through me freezing me in my place. The creature lowered its head close to the ground whilst maintaining eye contact, and slowly began to prowl towards me. Its talons dragged along the floorboards, but left no claw marks in the wood. Its mouth opened, revealing its jagged teeth, saliva dripping but evaporating into thin air before it reached the ground. My fingernails dug into the wood beneath them as I continued to stare, paralysed, until the beast was just inches from my face. And with its jaw hanging open, the beast lunged, and I let out a scream, screwing my eyes shut.

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I let out an oof as my shoulder collided with a hard, flat object, and felt my face smush against the cold surface. My eyes flew open, and I was met with a wooden set of legs.

Realising the legs belonged to the chest of drawers by my bed, I scrambled to my feet, stumbling as the dizziness from standing up too quick rushed to my head. After a few seconds of rapid blinking, I was able to focus back in on my surroundings.

My room was how I had left it that evening, but morning light was now streaming through the gaps between the curtains, bathing the room in a warm glow, unlike the cold blue that filled it earlier. I also noticed that the candle I had used to investigate the wardrobe was on the bedside table, where it was originally when I went to blow it out before bed. Speaking of the wardrobe, I spun around to face the doors, the dread I had felt when I saw the eye of the creature staring through coming back tenfold.

I crept over to the furniture, reaching my hand out like I had done previously. With a flash I swung the doors open, only to be met with a dark empty inside, the wooden back wall fixed there like it always had been.

Furrowing my brows, I tried to think about the events. Was it a vivid lucid dream? Where I ended up falling asleep and waking up in said dream? Or was it real? But if it was, that creature would’ve had to knock me out, then carry me to bed like a gentleman, which was the last thing I expected from it. I was knocked out of my thoughts when a flash of brown and red caught my eye, and I looked down.

I let out a gasp at the sight of my trunk sitting in the base of the wardrobe, looking just like how I left it the day we ventured out to Ullswater. My smaller bag laid next to it, and I quickly snatched them both up, afraid that they would disappear if I left them too long. I lugged them across the room and hauled them onto my bed, sliding my hands along the edge of the trunk, landing on the latches. Kneeling on the mattress, I went to push at the locks, expecting the latches to flip open, but I made a noise of confusion as the locks refused to push. Staring, my mind flew back to the hostel were staying at, and a memory of me locking the trunk as a precaution resurfaced. Sighing, I stared at the wall in front of me as I attempted to recall where I had put the keys. My eyes brightened as I remembered, and I pushed myself off the bed.

Swinging the bedroom door open, I strode through the house with haste, only slowing down to say good morning to Bilbo making breakfast in the kitchen. Reaching the other end, I slapped my hand several times against the wood of Kay’s room, listening to the rustling on the other side. A moment passed, before the door was cracked open, and a bleary eyed Kay peeked through.

“Did I leave my rucksack in here?” I questioned rather hurriedly.

Kay nodded, remaining silent whilst sleep was still present in her face. She opened the door wider, gesturing me in and pointing to my rucksack that I had left last night after showing Bilbo our things. Marching towards it, I snatched it up from the ground and placed it down on the chest next to it. I scoured through each compartment and pocket, until I unzipped the last one at the front and stuck my hand in, feeling a familiar set of cold metal keys. Pulling them out, Kay’s eyes zoned in on them, widening in realisation.

“Your stuff – ?” She half said.

I nodded, turning around and speed walking out, Kay hot on my heels.

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Hiiiiii

What a... fuckin' year

It's a doozy, so.. y'know the drill

So I've been more quiet as the year slowly drew to a close. The holidays have become a stressful time for me now. It used to only be because of work (work is always hectic for the holidays), but after moving out a couple of states away from my og home, it got more stressful trying to visit family. My manager didn't help with it either, literally delaying in approving my time off, so I had to go broke buying expensive plane tickets. Had to work a shit ton, both to make as much money as I could AND because it was the standard (we're an entertainment place for all ages, so yeah. Hella busy).

The holidays themselves were.. not the best. You guys know I don't talk much, and the few friends I have know that I'm not a social person (I feel constantly guilty about that). I would be perfectly content sitting at the edge of the table with friends while they chatted away. Hell, I'd be content not talking to anyone for over a month.

This ends up including my family, unfortunately. I know family is important and I need to keep in touch with them, but it's difficult. Both of our lives are extremely boring and mundane: we work, we rest at home, we eat, that's all. None of us go out to travel. None of us do any exciting activities. It's the same day everyday.

I bring this up because my silence has gotten people close to me to believe that I don't care about them. I don't keep in touch, therefore I don't care. I "only think about myself", so I'm selfish. I "don't think about other people", so I'm a careless person.

So that, uh... fucked me up.

We made the most of it, them claiming they don't want the holiday ruined (even though I was already defeated day 1 out of 4), so it ended.. ok? But it still sucked. Especially since I ended up getting sick. Medicine only made it worse because haha, why would it WANT to help? (Had me puking after taking it. Hadn't puked in years). I'm still sick now (haven't had time to properly recover because I had to work to make up for lost time, and my job wouldn't have me go back to work until I got a doctor's note, and that's just added stress I didn't want to deal with), but at least I have today and tomorrow to rest up.

Now that the holidays are done and over with, things should go back to how they SHOULD be: answering you guys' asks more often, putting up more frequent content and ideas, actually keeping in touch with friends.. the good stuff. Work should slow down to a much easier pace after this week (starting this week tbh, the next "big" event isn't until the end of this month), so I should be able to manage my time and energy properly.

I'm not gonna make any big deal about resolutions or anything like that, but I do want to try and get a writing piece done every week or something. Whether based on an existing idea or something random. I want to get the flow going again. Art shouldn't be an issue. Streaming will still be random.

The main thing is also to socialize again. Kim, Shades, I missed you guys. Kinda left ya on read, and I know you guys are super understanding and stuff, but it feels very unfair that you guys do a lot for me, and I don't do anything back. I'm gonna regain focus and energy to properly return the favor. I'm gonna try to keep the same energy with my family too. As shitty as that visit went, they're all I got, and they're all going through issues as well. So if me messaging them a "Hey, how are you?" sparks some joy in them, then I'll do that. At least for my bro, who I feel has been going through the most. He deserves better.

I still got some recovery to do. Not just with the sick or the mental, but also taking care of my home and better habits. Haven't been cleaning or cooking lately because of depression, and it's starting to show. I need to fix that up. But I'm just relieved the year is over, and I don't have to worry as much about work or spending lots of money or traveling or any other shit going on. I can finally (hopefully) relax..

If it's seen as selfish to take care of myself.. tbh? I'm defeated. I don't care anymore. I'm barely holding myself together with cheap tape. But with things easing up, it should be better. Should be easier.

I might still be a lil quiet here still until at least the sick is gone, but I might do lil stuff here and there. Probably have the Punks take over a lil for fun. I've been thinking about them a lot, as well as the comfort characters Keith, Leroy, and Naomi (I've actually been having multiple dreams with her, which made me really happy. I'll talk about them one day. She's so cool).

You guys have made for a great year tbh. Helping me develop ideas and being interested in my silly gay characters and aus. Idk how many of you are here (or still here), but I wouldn't have a happy corner without you guys. Thank you so much. I hope you guys had a great holiday, had a good enough year, and will continue to have fun times for the current future.

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The Companion 6

Pairing: Park Jimin x Reader

Genre:Romance, Idol AU, Drama, Comedy, Angst, Soulmate AU (Began in chapter 5), Slow burn (ended)

Chapter Warning(s): Teenager Jimin. Maybe a tad bit of angst (dunno how far I went with it). Mentions of sex, but nothing happened. And the members tease him of getting.. some but again, nothing happens lol... Yet :D UNEDITED!

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POV: Jimin

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Staring at the white board before classes begun was making me anxious. I lightly swing my head to the side as to make my hair move the direction I styled it in, I take off my glasses and rub my eyes as I waited for our teacher to start. I didn't want to take this class but I decided to go with it as an extracurricular, besides it was extra knowledge and it would probably answer the questions I have without my parents making me go to see a Soulmate specialist which, as much as my dad said I could, I didn't want to. It costs too much that it was more expensive than paying a Neurologist to operate.

'Soulmate 101'

You'd think it was a joke, but schools all over the world held special classes like this for curious minds like ours, particularly, for us guys who have dreamt of their soulmates. Normally they offered these to kids who were in college but world leaders had it changed to be taught in the beginning of high school, to have teenagers like us aware that having a soulmate was not a fever dream, a recurring dream or even a joke, it's real. It was all real. There were a total of ten boys in this classroom, including myself, that had a ton of questions running in our heads. You could tell by the way some of us stared in space.

"Good evening, kids," our teacher says as he enters the classroom. Of course it had to be a guy as well, I thought to myself, who else better to explain this topic to a bunch of hormornal teenagers than someone who went through it as well. As we greet him back and some of us get up to bow, he motions for us to sit down and he doesn't waste time to begin.

"Alright," he takes a deep breath "I'll start with some questions. I don't expect all of you to have the same answers or to have answers, but it's a good baseline." We allnod in understanding. Usually, in a classroom filled with boys, it would get loud and rowdy, strangely enough, we were quiet. Lost. Sad, even. That's most probably why some of us looked like we were in shock. Dad said that this would be considered 'cheap therapy' in comparison to seeing a Soulmate Specialist, but I wanted to learn more about Soulmate before I start panicking and lose my mind.

"Who in all of has dreamt of 'her'?" he asks slowly. Out of ten, eight raised their hands slowly.

"Who met 'her' at a young age? “ five out of ten.

"Who met 'her' at a very, young age?" I was the only one who raised my hand, he looks at me as if he wasn't expecting it as I feel my classmates gazes buring on my back.

"Alright, who has interacted with 'her'?" Eight out of ten.

"Who can, language wise, understand 'her'?" Out of ten, five of us had our hands down, making him say "Well, that's a surprise," and he chuckles.

"Who did things you're not supposed to do in the Dreamstate?" And finally out of ten, only two guys had their hands up, and I was sitting on both of mine tucked under each thigh. Our tracher let's out a contagious laugh, making the rest of us laugh too, "Looks like you two gentlemen tried to have some fun,"

"But, sir, I woke up before anything could happen," one guy said making our teacher laugh harder and the other kid says the same thing.

"That's because there are rules in the Dreamstate." he smiles as he grabs a marker and walks to the board "And that was one of them."

As he writes in the board, I grab my ballpen and wrote notes for reference later on. But the first rule seemed to make me want to claw my eyes out. You'd think they would have some sort of filter, but this is like Sex Education but scarier.

"Rule number one," he says as he writes on the board then turns around smirking at the two rule breakers "Sex is not allowed in the Dreamstate," and thay was where the ruckus began. All in one go we, including myself, started to ask questions on why it wasn't allowed but two kids in particular were complaining on why it wasn't allowed making our teacher laugh at our reactions

"Alright settle down, settle down," he chuckles "I'll try to answer all of your questions everyday this summer before classes our classes end, but you all have to calm down and keep your hormones at bay. Be civilized human and not our ancient ancestors, some of which are claimed to be at a zoo, and you babbling baboons looked like them just now, "

He turns around again to write more rules at the board, if dad hadn't told me that this guy was a legit professor specializing on Soulmates and the Dreamstate, I'd we walking back home by now.

"The reason you can't have sex in the Dreamstate is because of her," we stay quiet as wait for him to continue "Now, wet dreams are common. We know that for sure, but the thing is some individuals don't remember what particularly happens during a wet dream, they know that something did happen but only because of what they have as an evidence when they wake up, and some people barely remember the face of who caused it, and some would call it a nighmare, which leads to the reason why sex isn't allowed in the Dreamstate. If your recircut the dream and you do end up having sex there, your soulmate's mind at your ages now, might perceive it as a nightmare. And what happens to any human being that experiences a realistic nightmare,"

" They don't want to sleep again" I mutter and he nods in my direction "Exactly." he says "Because reality is different from dreaming, you might think you're all good with wanting something like sleeping with your soulmate in the Dreamstate but your bodies might reject it making you wake up, making the dream end" somewhere in the back of the room they guys who tried getting rowdy in the Dreamstate groaned in frustration making the teacher chuckle.

"The Dreamstate is a place where you meet your soulmate and hence, you can only meet there both of you have to be in a deep sleep which is called REM or Rapid Eye Movement, also known as your deep sleep phase. If your soulmate is asleep the same time you are and you meet, it's a clear indicator that they either live in the same country or the nearby countries because of the time zones, but there are some who are currently residing in different countries, making you meet them arrive in a different time while you're already in the Dreamstate. The Dreamstate is in your time zone not hers, notice how it's night time when you're there, for those who have soulmates in a different time zone, she probably shows up later on in the evening or she shows up the same time you do, "

"What does it mean when she shows up at the same time? "one of the guys at the back asks

"Think of it this way," he says as he half sits on the table "Imagine a house with locked doors, you can't get in without number one, having a key and of course, with respect number two, permission to enter the house. She has neither. The house is your Dreamstate, you have the master key and it's the only one available. She can't show up unless you're there. "

" But what if she's already there before you arrive? "I asked

He looks at me, probably thinking why I had a question like that which was probably why he asked" Did you experience it? "

“I don't think so," I shrug

"Because if anyone did, it's a rare case, Jimin-ah" I blink, more confused than ever

"I thought you said there was only one master key"

"I did,"

"Then what.... how in the world did we end up from that topic to this... " I trail off not even knowing how to word my question

"It's because you're all curious and you just had to ask questions. And now I know what I'm going to discussing this summer. But to continue, ten out of a hundred soulmates in this world experience a phenomena wherein, the masterkey is neither yours or hers. Simply put, it's a natural phenomena. Meaning, as cliché and cheesy as this is gonna sound, you are both fated to be together. Now there's a difference between naturally having soulmates and having soulmates that are bound to be together, or as I just worded it 'fate'."

"I though there was only a standard" the kid next to states

"And that because like I said, it's a rare case," he says as he paces and ends up standing in front of my desk, "The standard: having a soulmate, is the most common one that everyone has, but the fated ones are the ones that are usually... monitored. And for a good reason. 'Why' you wonder?" he sighs deeply and looks at me with sad eyes "I don't know what other way to say this but the truth, If any of you experience your soulmate arriving the Dreamstate before you do, not only does it mean that she has a key to the house, but it also means you're not ordinary soulmates, fate figuratively speaking, tied your souls together with no way of undoing it, but you see" he pauses as he looks around the classroom" Soulmates have to option to reject a soulmate, it could be her choice or yours. But know that the difference does not end there, you could still end up with someone else. However, if you're soulmate was fated to be with you and one of you reject the other" he sighs again, shaking his head "You'll never end up with someone else,"

"Why not?" I asked

"Well, the fated ones are the ones who are the read definition of having a soulmate. Think of lovebirds, the fated ones share the same situation as lovebirds do, but in this case if one gets rejected, they end up dying of a broken heart. And the other one is left alone here with us, but usually and based on records, neither of them stay alive."

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Present day

"YA KIM NAMJOON THE SOUP IS ON FIRE! THE GOD DAMNED PAN IS ON FIRE! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, NAMJOON-AH!" Yoongi yells from living room as he ran to the kitchen, as the rest of the other members run in panic, Namjoon was on the counter top, paper on hand as he covers the fire alarm. Taehyung, Hobi and I open all the windows we could, fanning the smoke out as Yoongi and Jin hyung take care of the burning pan. Jungkook was with me, doing his best to fan out the smoke.

"What happened hyung?" he asks me coughing at the smell of burnt food "One minute you were looking after Namjoon hyung cooking the next you were on your phone and you looked lost"

"Just had a lot in mind, sorry" I said rubbing my face with the palm of my hands.

"Is it Y/n?" Hobi asks as he enters the room "Does she know yet?"

"No, I'm trying to win her heart first before telling her, but I think I did something wrong"

"What makes you say that?" he asks

"Well, I told her I met my soulmate and now she thinks she's third wheeling"

"I can't believe I'm saying this, Jimin-ah, but that was a stupid thing to do," Yoongi says as he overheard the conversation while the three of us walk in to the kitchen.

"That's exactly why I'm trying to make it up to her, I'm bringing her with us for the second season of In the Soop."

Namjoon looks at all of the members before looking at me "Jimin-ah, I don't know how to tell you this, but there are only seven rooms available. Where is she gonna stay?"

"Wait, what?" I ask in confusion but Director-nim said there's enough room for us and the staff.

"That was because Y/n wasn't included in the list," Namjoon reasoned, while Yoongi hyung was smirking looking at the other members "You guys know what that means, right."

"Oh, you're in trouble now, cowboy!" Taehyung hollers with a laugh, standing from the sink where he was washing the pan Namjoon burned.

"Would you look at that, I never thought I'd see this day coming." Jin laughs and Namjoon laughs with him

"W-wait! N-no, I'm confused!" I stuttered in panic "What are you all saying?"

"What we're saying is you're sharing a room," Hobi "And maybe even a bed"

"Even better," Taehyung wiggles his eyebrows at Hobi making Jungkook laugh out loud with the other members as I stare at them wide eyed

"Alright, puppykitty," Yoongi says wrapping an arm around my shoulders "Time for you to turn into a doggone beast,"

"Hey, hey, hey," Jin warns them "Don't scare the poor kid, he's trying to win her heart not her pants," he throws a rag at Yoongi who effectively catches it and throws it back at Jin hyung

"I know that hyung, but it doesn't hurt to tease the kid every once in a while" he grins

"The kid you're talking about isn't a kid any more, let alone inexperienced" I glare at him playfully

"Oooh," Taehyung gapes "the puppykitten can bark, bite and has claws"

"You little-" I yell as I run towards him as he runs and I chased the little brat around the dorm.

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"Please tell me I'm making the biggest mistake of my life by bringing Y/n to this trip" I beg Yoongi hyung who was getting ready to get into our bus that was going to take us to the house where we were staying. Y/n was already there with the other staff that went ahead in the afternoon and she sent me a text saying that the staff told her that they'd have to wait for us to get settled before they could get settled. That staff in particular were a few close guards and the managers who knew about Y/n being my soulmate.

"Kid, don't call what you two have a mistake," he said sadly looking away. It was until it hit me, "I-I'm sorry, hyung," I quickly apologized "I forgot, I wasn't thinking-"

"Don't sweat it, kid," he gives me a small smile "I have a chance to still meet someone who I could call my soulmate, but you can't" he says "Do everything you can to make sure she stays, you did the right thing already by bringing her here, you're brave to contact her parents before we even debuted God I forgot you met up with them too when we did American Hustle Life" he shakes his head

"You have guts, kid" he pats my back "I know you love her and you're doing your best, it will pay off. You'll see,"

"And besides, if she doesn't love you back" Taehyung says from behind making us turn around "we still love you," he smiles playfully.

"Thanks, Taehyung-ah," he grins "Sure thing, now please move I want to get the seat with more leg space," he walks ahead of us straight to the bus.

"Think happy thoughts, Jimin-ah," Yoongi says as he walks toward the bus.

On the entire ride to the rest house, ai kept thinking of how I was going to spend my spare time with her before we got to the real world at the end of the week. I made a mental list in my head, but it just lead to me falling asleep only to be woken up by our cameraman and director.

"We go on cars from here, guys" he says as he leads us out of the bus

"Why do you we have to get in cars?" Namjoon asks yawning

"It's better to get there by car, the bus isn't a great idea to drive there." the director explains, he's also one of the people we trusted to explain that Y/n was my soulmate. As I got in the car, I pulled out my phone quickly to sent Y/n a text letting her know we changed vehicles only to receive a text that said 'wait until you see this place!'

"Why did Y/n text me saying 'Wait until you see this place'?" I ask.

"Woah, do you see that?" Jungkook says while Hobi says he sees lights. When the house came to view my jaw dropped, despite the darkness of the night I was able to see the outline of the buildings with the mild illumination the lights gave out. Three houses. There's plenty of room! They scared me for nothing! As we all got out of the cars and walked in to the estate with awe and our bags on hand we headed to the mainhouse first. Looking around, we had a mini library and reading area, and I instantly knew you were going to enjoy it. During the meeting last month for what we wanted or needed for our stay, I asked our director what the others had already asked for but he knew I only had one question in mind.

"Can you cut this next part out?" I asked him eyeing the camera next to him.

"Yeah sure, Jimin-ssi," he nods "What's up?"

"Can I bring her with us?" I ask hopeful as I look between him, my manager and Sejin-nim who was also in the room.

"Well you could," Sejin hyung says "We'll just cut her off of scenes when she's in frame, but we're not sure about the rooms,"

"Why's that?" I asked curious "I could just sleep on the couch or share a bed with the other members or she could stay with the other staff"

"We'll see what we could do, Jimin-ah" Sejin nods "But she could join you," I nod, thanking them as I got up and made my way out of the room.

~~~~~^^~~~~~~~~^^^^

"There are only seven rooms," our director announced as we all gathered in the living room of the main house.

I gaped, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. I was speechless. Shit. Now what? As we discussed which building we were all staying in for our stay, I came across a room that had a couch, but as I looked up I let out a sound in surprise and grab my amenities basket again only to announce to Hobi and Taehyung that there was a huge bug in the bedroom.

"Rock, paper, scissors," they both agreed "winner gets to pick a room". And so the game began, none of them knew that Y/n was gonna stay in a room with me and not the staff so I had to do all I could to win a room with a lot of space and a couch, and that room was the room above our heads. And what a lucky evening it was. I jump in excitement as I was the first one to win, and ran up the stairs happily before going back to the main house for our late dinner. But first...

"Y/n!" I call out as I enter the staff's residence.

"Jimin-ah," she calls back "Give me a second I'm in the restroom,"

"Okay," I answer as I ask Sejin-nim where her luggage was to help her

"She only brought a backpack" he whispers.

"WHAT?!" I whisper-yelled

"She told me she's only staying for 2 days, then she's leaving with the other staff to go back home, something about keeping a distance between you two and letting you breathe air she wasn't breathing" he chuckled.

Typical of Y/n to think I'll let her leave in two days, we were surrounded by greenery and the forest, she's not going anywhere.

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The Arcade Games Of 1980 #6 - Sasuke vs. Commander

After Navarone, this is only the second Japan-only game I could play thanks to Arcade Archives. In addition, this is the first time we've seen SNK show up too. You know SNK? It's the company that made the one Yosaku game that the Cassette Vision owners under us love it's clone of. What else were you gonna play on that? PakPak Monster?

Sasuke vs. Commander is yet another shooter with a new twist to entice players. This time, we ain't in space, nonono, we're in ancient Japan, playing as this ninja Sasuke who looks extremely girl-like despite being male. Trans gaming?? Anyway, he throws shurikens at opposing ninjas, first red ones followed up by green colleagues.

What happens next might shock you. Sit down for this. Beat all the ninjas and you get an early example of a *boss fight*. Varying between two extra large ninjas, you get taken to a different background and have to learn their patterns. The red one spits fire or fireworks(?) depending on how far along you are, the white one uses magic by duplicating himself or transforming into a frog. Thankfully, unless your lives are completely depleted, you only end up losing the chance for big points if you fail to beat them.

Elaborate it ain't, yet I think it did a lot for gaming as a whole by introducing a completely new, well-detailed setting into the picture and having these break-ups in the, honestly monotonous, gameplay. Gets the thumb of approval from me, a succesful debut for a company we're gonna see way more of in a decade or so.

The Verdict

Graphics (8): The new enviorment does a lot for this game. Included are a story cutscene, several backgrounds, well-detailed ninjas and a funny little game over screen where Sasuke trips over a rock and dies. Heck, there's even a little scene when you loss a boss battle. Absolutely impressive. You could sorta tell it was pushing the hardware a little though, as the animations are choppy and there's a dispropotionate amount of times where there's weird artifacts on screen. Still though, can't fault it's ambition, it set a new standard for details on realistic-ish characters.

Sound (7): Hit and miss at the same time. I think the music of this game is quite excellent. It sounds punchy and there's loads of moments where there's a little ditty playing. All pretty good fun, not a ton of games had it happen as frequently as this... or made it sound somewhat pleasant (looking at YOU, Moon Cresta). Where this game drops the ball is some weird decisions SNK made where to put more sound effects. Whenever you kill a ninja and it falls to the floor, that sound effect plays uninterrupted, even if it's already gone from the screen. So that ends up being overly noisy, while the boss fights themselves only have subtle sound effects after it's begun. Kinda wish both decibel levels were swapped around there.

Fun Factor (7): Hmmm. This title suffers a lot from the 'slow start' factor. I think this game is a good time if you're new to it, and/or you have passed the early phases. It has the whole Moon Cresta thing going on, where if you get far enough, you can start shooting your shurikens much faster and even shoot multiple at a time. I'll take that- early shooters have a tendency to feel sluggish whenever they don't have something like that ready.

I played the game for about 3 weeks, and by this point i've picked up on the lesser parts of it much more. The hitboxes can be a true pain- I have found myself able to completely dodge some falling ninjas (who can still kill ya despite being dead) while other times, the shurikens would kill be while still being a tiny bit above me. Hurts a bit when you play perfectly and you get swept by a blank or two that you cannot see coming as the game gets faster. Unfortunate, but if you're not super determined to beat all 8 stages, it CAN be dealt with and still be really enjoyable for the time.

Longevity (9): 8 boss fights is a very high total and something I haven't managed to get to myself. I could get to level 6 once, otherwise my peak was one stage before. Unfortunate, but i'll eventually come back to beat this game's ass properly. I will say, the later half of the bosses are essentially slight variations of the first couple to make it harder. The levels themselves start feeling stagnant a bit earlier, though the speed does increase untill around the 10th stage or so. Despite that complaint, which could apply to ANY game at this point, this cabinet is an absolute master at eating your time, and your money, if you manage to find one in the wild. Good luck with that!

In Conclusion