#gosh I did this last night and I haven't stopped since...

[luna0713hunter]

Lover,Please stay

CEO!Sukuna is a big shot,every women and men's dream. Sometimes you wonder why he settled for someone like you.

The wine tastes bitter on your tongue as you take your first sip; wincing slightly. You've never been a fan of drinking,but when your rich boyfriend invites you out for some, who're you to say no? So you suck it up,and try to swing the drink around your glass instead of actually drinking it.

And it doesn't help that the liquor is bringing out all your doubts you've been having recently.

Instead,you try to focus on the man beside you; Sukuna is busy downing his third whiskey cause he's an absolute freak when it comes to drinking. His pink hair is out of its usually neat shape, probably because of the rough day he had at work; and you watch with careful eyes as he reaches his nibble fingers toward his tie and loses it while he throws back the last of his drink.

"you're staring."

You hum absentmindedly; hating how lightweight you are unlike your boyfriend. You've barely had a few sips for god's sake.

"and what if i am?"

But now, you're staring at the reddish liquid in your glass; your thoughts running wild in your mind. Because even if you want to; even if you desperately wish to, you cant ignore the whispers and giggles you hear from the tables near you. You cant pretend to not see the lustful gazes of the women all around you as soon as your boyfriend had stepped inside the bar.

And you surely cant not hear them giggling among themselves with nothing but vemon in their tone.

"oh my gosh,look at that hottie!!"

"hold on- is that...his partner?!"

"that cant be- i mean- look at HIM!"

"i know right?maybe he's just doing it out of pity or something?"

And you dont know if its the alcohol, or you own mind, but suddenly the bar feels too suffocating.

Too crowded. Too loud.

And its not really your fault; you've been having a shitty week, and you just wished to spend some quality time with you boyfriend. You didn't want to spend your Saturday night in a shitty bar,with some rich ass girls talking shit about you and your relationship.

And its the last straw when you hear their next words.

"oh screw it; I'm gonna hit on him! I'm sure he'd bored out his mind and need a break from his lame ass partner!"

"obviously they're not doing well; they haven't talked much since they walked in!"

So without a word,you suddenly stand up from your sit; slamming you glass hard on the wooden surface of the bar. Sukuna immediately looks your way, lips parting to say something, but you dont wait to hear what it is.

You just grab your purse and rush out of the door, almost stumbling to tables on your way out.

You think they might be laughing at you, but honestly you dont care. You just need some fresh air to cool your head.

And to stop the tears from falling on your burning cheeks.

You turn sharply in the alley just next to the bar; pressing your back to the cold wall behind as you slide down on the ground below. You hug your knees close to your chest as the first sob breaks through your lips.

God,you hate crying; specially because of what others say.

And you know; you know Sukuna's way out of your league. You know a hotshot like him can have anyone he wants,yet he settles for someone like you. You know all this, but that doesn't make it easier to hear it from others.

When you hear heavy footsteps inside the alley,you immensely start to brush your cheeks and eyes harshly; but your hands are immediately stopped midway by a pair of rough ones grabbing onto your wrists.

When you look up through teary eyes,Sukuna sighs at the sight of your red rimmed eyes and blushed cheeks.

"you're such a lightweight. How much did you even drink?"

"it's not because of the drink," you mumble, pulling at your hands to which Sukuna doesn't let you, "i didnt even finish my wine."

"then why are you crying,huh?" He sighs again, raising rough fingers to brush your tears away with such care that has you tearing up again. Sukuna 'tsks' and wipes your cheeks once more, ”tell me what's wrong."

You bury your face in your knees to avoid looking at him.

"you must've heard what those women said,Ryo. Dont play dumb."

"so what?"

You snap you head up.

"so what?! doesn't that bother you??"

Sukuna scoffs, shifting slightly. His dark eyes shine even in the barely lit alleyway,and you swallow upon seeing the look on his face.

He looks utterly pissed.

"why the fuck would it bother me what a bunch of good for nothing losers say?" He hold your chin and lowers his face until you can feel the his hot breath on your lips, "nothing in this world matters. Nothing. Except you,me,and us."

When your eyes water again,Sukuna sighs presses his forehead against yours.

"the world's gonna talk shit anyways; whether we like it or not. And i dont give a shit what other's think, because nothing will change the fact that i love you."

When you look up at him with wide, bleary eyes,Sukuna scoffs and pinches your cheek rather roughly.

"dont give me that look; I've said it before."

"Well!" You grumbled through pinched cheek, "you dont say it enough!"

An evil smirk makes way on his pink lips,and your face heats up when his fingers dance across your hips.

"then," you shiver as he pushes at the hem of your dress; taking hold on your upper thigh with a dangerous glint in his eyes, "guess I'll have to show it to you, don't you think doll?"

Your eyes flutter close when he finally presses his lips to yours; and right there and then,you know Sukuna never lies about loving you. After all, he's been always a man to show his love through his actions rather than words.

[whateverloomis]

Dilf!Billy Loomis who kidnaps the sweet lil reader that works at the local Spirit Halloween?

I've always wondered how Billy would kidnap someone because he 100% would lmao. This is basically a drabble, it's all I've been able to put out lately. Anyways, here it is! Hope y'all enjoy babes 🫶🏼

Warnings: FEM READER, kidnapping (honestly it was a willing situation but the intention was there lmao,) spiked drink, alcohol consumption, flirting, fingering, stranger danger (lol,) Stu Macher feature, unedited

Finally, your favorite season has arrived and you couldn't be happier. Fall. Halloween. Gloomy nights and a full moon. Ghost stories and pumpkin spice in the air.

It also means night shifts at Spirit Halloween. It isn't exactly the funnest job, but being surrounded by all kinds of decorations and costumes is worth doing it.

Tonight the store isn't as full as it usually is and you're almost grateful. The week has been chaotic so far and you definitely need a slow day, especially since you're at the register.

A few people came in and browsed the costumes but nobody bought anything, except for one. A man.

He's wearing a white tee with an oversized navy blue jacket along with light wash jeans. As you scan his body with your eyes you land on his black doc marten boots. It looks like they've been used quite a bit but they're still in great shape. You fixate your gaze a little too long on them, boots are one of your weaknesses and the man wearing them sure make them look extra hot. He must be in his 50s, but fuck does he look delicious. It's odd for you to find older men attractive but when it happen you're practically weak at the knees.

You continue looking at him as you suck on a lollipop you stole from a random aisle. With the view of the attractive man studying and touching the Halloween masks your brain got creative, and you definitely wouldn't mind having his cock in your mouth instead. Gosh, what a slut. Thinking that way about a complete stranger? Who does that?

It doesn't stop you from entertaining yourself with the thought as you feel the sugary bulb against your tongue.

"Do you have another one of these available?" the man asks and snaps you back to reality. He's holding a ghost face mask and you can't help but imagine him wearing the damn thing.

You nod and search for another mask from the pile of items people decide not to buy last minute, and luckily you find another one.

After handing it to him, you pull the lollipop out of your mouth, "Anything else I can help with?"

You noticed how he looked at your lips when you removed the candy from your mouth and smirked, "Mm, no, I have everything," he responded and you instantly got flustered.

"So, are you new in town? I haven't seen you around before," he asks, making small talk.

"Yes, I moved here a few months ago. It's pretty nice, I didn't think I'd like Woodsboro much..." you trailed off and Billy looked at you with a questioning look,

"Is it that boring here?" he continued and you laugh shily, "No, I just don't really have friends to hang out with..." you say and the man frowns.

"Well, I can show you around if you'd like. I know a nice deck with a mini bar down by the Woodsboro lake. It's really nice at night when there's a clear sky." he said and you mentally curse yourself for being tempted to go hang out with him. A stranger. But you couldn't help it, it's been a while since you hung out with someone and this guy is incredibly hot.

Your mind is racing but before you reason with yourself, you accept his invite... Billy Loomis' invite.

•

After a brief walk and a few drinks at the mini bar you were already letting loose and getting flirty with Billy.

"Wait, so he fell in the water with his suit on?" you asked, giggling at Billy's story of Stu falling into the hotel pool where their prom was hosted in '96. You were sitting rather close to the man, your thigh touching his while you faced each other.

"He really did, the idiot" he responded and took a swing of his beer. "We should all hang out sometime, I'm sure he'd like you." Billy continued and you blushed at his words. "Really? You think so?" you asked, shyness taking over. "Of course, anyone would like a cutie like you," he said, no shame in being straightforward.

You bit your lip and let out a breathy laugh. "I've never thought that way about myself..."

"Well, you should, I mean look at you" he continued and placed his hand on your thigh, running it up your skin slowly until it rested right under the hem of your short dress.

Silence fell upon you in an instant and the tension that was building went up a notch. Naturally, both of you leaned in and gave each other a few lingering kisses.

Billy pulled back and hissed, looking down at his hand on your thigh, squeezing slightly. "Bars about to close... You wanna go back to my place?" he asked and you nodded slowly, following him to his car.

Once you reached the vehicle Billy leaned against the hood and pulled you towards him by your hips. You instantly wrapped your arms around his neck and continued kissing and it quickly got heated.

You might be a shy person, but when it comes to getting what you want? You don't hesitate one but, and at that moment you wanted him. This stranger that you met a few days ago.

It's reckless but you didn't care. The way that man was using his tongue to tease your lips and mouth was incredible and you could've stayed there all night but you needed more.

"Mm, let's go" you broke the kiss. Billy smirked and opened the door for you, looking at your ass when you walked past him to get in the car.

•

You found yourself straddling Billy's lap on the couch of his living room. The cabin he owns is relatively small but extremely cozy and charming in every way, just like him.

The sound of your soft moans mix with the crackling of the fire place. The make out session had been going on for a while and you were already grinding against his growing length. He feels big, and you can't wait to see what he's hiding in his pants.

Billy was careful with what he chose to do, he didn't want to scare you away after all, so he slowly slipped his hands under your dress and pulled it up and over your ass. You moved your hips quicker in response to his actions and he exhaled at the feeling of your pussy against his clothed cock.

He squeezed your ass and dug his fingers in your flesh before sneaking one of his hands between your legs. He rubbed your clit over your underwear, encouraging you to grind against them, and that you did. Slowly.

"Fuck... You soaked through these." Billy said while snapping the band of your underwear with his free hand, "I've barely touched you baby..." he continued and nipped your neck.

"Mm, please..." you said and grab his hand. "Need to feel..." you continued while you pulled your underwear to the side, moving his fingers inside your throbbing cunt.

"Fuck..." Billy moaned and finger fucked you from below imagining his cock buried inside you.

After a while his impatience took over and he stood up. You wrapped your legs around his torso along with your arms around his neck and into his room you went...

•

After Gods know how much time of fucking and playing with each other Billy offered you a drink, which you gladly accepted. After a few sips you went to the bathroom to clean up, and while you were away he took the opportunity to spike your drink. Of course he had alternate motives, and you were an easy target. Too easy.

Once you came back and took a few more sips of that drink you never thought you'd end up passing out... much less end up with your hands tied behind your back on a chair in the middle of a living room. A room that was comforting a few hours prior, but there you were. Confused out of your mind.

"Look who's up" you heard Billy whisper. His hand softly brushed against your cheek.

"Where... What?" you said while moving your arms around, feeling the restraints.

"Shh sh sh, we're at my place, remember?" Billy said softly. Why was he being so gentle in a situation like this? You had no clue, and it made the situation all the more confusing and frightening.

"What's goin- What the fuck?!" You lost it.

"Hm... Well, you see... It's a very interesting story, really. I used to study with your aunty Prescott."

No way.

"And I tried to kill her, but the bitch got away from me, so I thought... Hm, how can I get her attention again?"

"Billy... Don't" You started.

"Why not kidnap her sweet nephew. The one she loves like a daughter..."

"Billy..."

"Why not use these? Terrorize the town again... Terrorize Sidney again." He continued, holding the ghostface masks up. The ones you sold him a few days ago.

But why two?

"Am I late?" You heard another voice behind you. Turning around was useless so you closed your eyes hoping it was all a dream.

"Nah, I'm just getting started" Billy replied and the other man came to view. He handed Billy a knife and took his mask afterwards.

"YN, meet Stu." Billy said and Stu waved as if this were a normal everyday interaction.

"You. You're the ghostface killers..." you put it together quickly, all the memories of Sid warning you about moving to that damn town. How she wouldn't trust the silence.

She was right.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Running to You 3

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, control, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Sister series to Just What I Needed

Summary: You’re rescued by a man who you don’t even know is a real hero.

Characters: nomad Steve Rogers

Note: a stressed out steve rogers plus a cutie. it bloomed from the theory of Steve’s beard being a symbol of his darker side, or a darker state of mind. In the wat that he would usually pride himself on a neat appearance but lets himself go a bit when he’s not at his best.

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Steve's message comes in as you're nursing your tea. It's not too early but early enough that you haven't decided where to start. He gives you that answer.

'Back in town. Can I swing by?'

You weren't planning on a busy day but you can make time for him. Maybe not space. You worked all day to package all your things for the festival market and now you can barely cross the apartment. You drink your tea over the stove and reply.

'Sure thing. I'll show you the park.'

You pause and turn your hand over. You wiggle your bandaged fingers. The gauze is wrapped from knuckle to tip on your middle and index. A bit of an incident with the soap making. 

'Sure. I'll be there shortly.'

'I'll be downstairs.'

You take the last gulp of tea and your phone flashes again. 'Be safe.'

You send a smiley back. You rinse out your cup and leave it on the drying mat. You have to figure out what to wear. You usually dress down since you're likely to get wax or oil on yourself. Going out isn't something you do without purpose.

You find a brown corduroy skirt with gold buttons up the front. You think it's cute. You found it in a thrift shop with that pair of loafers with the daisy buckles. They go together. You cap it off with a striped yellow tee and a fuzzy tan cardigan. It's not too much, you think.

Purse, phone, keys. You're ready to go. It's nice to have a friend in the city. You had some at your old job but they stopped talking to you when that fell apart. It's too bad. You thought Tamara was cool.

You lock the door behind you and the one next to you opens. You look at Mike as he rubs the bridge of his nose. His eye is swollen and black and he's in nothing more than a pair of boxers and a blood-stained ribbed tank. You gasp.

"Oh gosh, are you okay?" You squeak.

"Huh? Who--" He drops his hand and looks around through his slitted eyelids. He smiles sleepily. "Oh, it's you, sweetie. I thought I was headed to the bathroom."

"Uh... no," you smile sheepishly. "Wrong way."

He chuckles, "late night."

"Looks like. Um, what... what happened?"

He frowns and winces. He touches his eye and hisses. He shrugs.

"Oh, uh, ya know, I got light-headed and fell on the stairs."

"You did? Have you been checking your sugars?" You ask.

He blinks and his brows arch. He shakes his head noncommittally. "You know..." he drawls and covers a yawn with his fist. "You care so much about me, sweetie. You're so nice."

"You have to be careful. You could hurt yourself," you say.

"I know," he rubs the back of his neck. "You too."

You tilt your head.

"That guy... Steve. You know him well?" He asks as he leans on the door frame, scratching behind his ear.

"I... I just met him but... he's nice."

"Oh, I'm sure. Who wouldn't be nice to you?" He rasps and his head lolls before he catches himself and forces his eyes wide. "Whatever I..." he stumbles back and his door bounces back behind him. "Don't say I didn't..." his voice trails off. "Damn I gotta piss."

He slams his door and you grimace. You heard blood sugar can make you a bit forgetful. He's all sorts of flighty. You're wondering if maybe you should call someone. Your phone chirps in your bag. You tuck your keys away and check the message. Of course it's Steve. If it's not him, it's some spam or promo.

'I'm outside. Let me up.'

'Sorry. On my way down.' You type in and hurry down the hall.

You keep your hand on the railing as you rush down and nearly crash into another resident as you push through the front door. You come out into the sunlight and find Steve picking at the dead petals in the standing planters outside. The flowers never stay alive, even when they aren't dumped by the late night stragglers.

"Hey," you greet him as he looks up. His hair is shiny and glints with streaks of gold in the summer sheen. "Sorry, my neighbour Mike was acting weird."

"Toward you?" He asks.

"No... we were chatting. His sugars must be all over. He's a bit... hazy," you come down the steps. "I didn't mean to keep you waiting."

Your gaze falls to his other hand. He has a box balanced against his hip. You try not to let your curiosity cling to it.

"Wasn't waiting long," he assures. "I like that skirt."

You look down and grin. "Oh, really? Thanks. Wasn't sure about the colour."

"Nah, you look good," he insists then sniffs. "Er, well, I know you said you wanted to go to the park. But uh, I got a surprise." He lifts the box. "I'll show you when we get there?"

"A surprise? You didn't have to."

"But I did." He shrugs. "Really, it's nothing."

"So you keep saying," you retort. "That way."

You point down the avenue. He follows the gesture and turns in that direction. You walk along as a car backfires and teens toss a basketball around the street. A driver honks as they come down the street and receives some not so PG hollers from the ballers.

"Hectic place," Steve comments.

"Lots going on," you cheep, trying not to show how nervous the noise can make you. "They're just playing around."

"Uh huh," he clucks as he follows you down the street. He's judging you but he didn't have to come back. Some people just live where they can survive.

"So... how was your work trip?"

"Eh, it was... work," he answers grimly. "Really, nothing you want to hear about. Real boring and all that."

"What do you do? I don't think you said. Or I forgot. I'm sorry," you teethe your lip as he looks at you. You quickly close your mouth to still the nerves.

"I didn't. I work for the government. That's it. Nothing glorious," he replies.

"Well, I'm not exactly changing the world. I just make soaps," you turn through the rusted iron archway of the park. "You know the plaque got broken but this park was built in honour of a New York Regiment. Brooklyn boys."

"Oh really? Interesting. You like history?"

"Well, I don't mind reading about it." You shrug.

"Ah." He sniffs. "Here?"

He nods to a bench between the unbloomed rose bushes. You agree with a sweep of your hand. You sit, distracted by the birds in the grimy old bath across the pathway. He rests the mystery box on his lap.

"Ready for the surprise?" He asks.

You tear your eyes away from the fluttering wings and splashing water. He grips the box. He looks almost nervous.

"I told you..."

"I like surprises," he insists. "Really, nothing special."

"Uh huh," you flick your lashes.

"You like cookies so..." he opens the lid. I went to every bakery in Brooklyn and got their best-selling flavour. We can figure out where the best one in the borough is."

"Holy moley," you glance over the selection. "Wow. That must've taken forever."

"Not if you call ahead," he grins.

"Hmmm, and expensive," you murmur.

"Nothing," he insists. "So, you wanna start the taste test here?"

"Um... well, my place is a bit...packed," you chuckle and rub your cheek, the gauze scratching your skin. "So..."

"What happened to your fingers?" He asks.

"Oh, ha ha, clumsy," you wiggle them and drop them onto your lap. "You know... sometimes there's so much to do at once. Just spilled some hot soap."

He sighs. You wilt. He can be so staunch without even saying a word.

"It's fine. Happens all the time." You shrug.

"Shouldn't, though. That place is too small for all that. With all those scents, it must stink too."

"Steve, you don't have to worry about me."

"I'm a worrier," he retorts. "Especially when people don't even worry about themselves. I got another friend like that. Stubborn as... well."

You pout. "Sorry, Steve."

He winces and the grit leaves his jaw. "No, I'm sorry. I'm just... I can be uptight." He takes a deep breath. "Oh, uh," he keeps one hand on the box of cookies, "I've been using the oil. It's really nice. Like the scent too. Really softened this thing up."

"Oh, good, I'm glad. I never really could test it out..."

"Feel," he leans in.

You stare at the thick hair along his jaw. It does look shinier and you can faintly smell the oil. You reach to pet the hair. To your surprise, he leans into your touch.

"Oh, that's nice," you say.

"Five star review. I even told my friend about it."

"Oh yeah? Is that the stubborn one?" You rescind your hand and rub your fingers together. There's a slight hint of oil on them.

"Yeah..." his eyes crinkle as he smiles. He looks down at the cookies. "I have them all organized in separate wrappers but I'm not going to tell you who's who. I want honest opinions only."

"Jeez, all of them?" You look at the rows of cookies peeking out between brown paper. "I should've worn something stretchy."

"A bite of each," he says and reaches for the first. "You like white macadamia?"

"Love it," you assure him. "But you better have some too."

"Oh, I've been looking forward to something sweet. Don't worry."

~

You ate too much sugar. You told Steve it was too sweet but he barely seemed affected at all. His stomach must be much bigger than yours.

You toss and turn as your stomach churns from the chocolate, raisin, and nutty extravaganza. You're so tired from the sun and walking and the cleaning you did when you got in. The place is always so cluttered.

You roll over on your cot. It's not entirely the best for sleeping either. You tend to get about four or five hours and go from there.

As you try to settle your stomach and your mind, there's a clamour in the hall. Groaning and dragging. You try to ignore it as you roll onto your side. The building is always noisy. You usually keep some music going to drown it out.

You're startled as the clatter gets closer. Right at your apartment door. You flip onto your back, heart skipping, and look over at the light limning the door. You can see a shadow at the bottom.

Your name drones through and you sit up. The manic tapping continues. You get up and slowly cross the apartment, jostling boxes and shelves as you do. You stand on your toes and peer through the peep hole. It's Mike. He looks sick.

His head is drooping as he slouches and rubs his eyes. You wonder if maybe he doesn't have his insulin. You've heard it's getting pretty expensive.

You keep your door on the chain, it's finally fixed, and turn the latch back. You let it open the two inch length of the safehold. Mike groans again and his shoulder collides with the door. He slides against the wood and brings his face to the narrow space.

"You awake, sweetie?" He mumbles.

"Yeah, Mike," you squeak, feeling the tension of his weight against the door. "You doing okay? You look sick."

"Sick... no... tired..." He grips the edge of the door. "Lonely."

"Oh." You don't know what to say to that. "You should go get some sleep."

"Sleep..." He mutters. "Mmm..." He lets go of the door and suddenly his hand shoots toward you. 

He grabs your sleeve and you cry out in surprise. "Mike?! What are you doing?"

"I just wanna see you."

"Mike, it's late."

"I know but... you're so..."

You slip free from his grasp. You whimper. "Please. Your sugars must be--"

He pulls back, his arm disappearing, and suddenly there's a slam against the door. You squeal as it lurches again. Mike throws himself against the door a third time and the bolts on the chain pop. You back away as your neighbour crashes through and lands in a heap on the floor.

You scramble away as he garbles on the floor. He twitches as his eyes roll back. You keep an eye on him and dig your phone out from beneath your pillow. You don't know who to call. The last time you called the police, they didn't show up until morning. You think he needs help. Real help. You do too.

You sniffle and dial out to the only number you've called in the last three months; Steve.

[moonknixght]

Jerk [Marc Spector x GN!Reader]

Summary: Despite having plans for a date with you after meeting with his ex-wife, Marc seems to have suddenly gone off communication, leaving you to be a bundle of nerves until you decided to call him. Heavily inspired by episode 3 of scenes from a marriage. Word Count: 2k Warnings: Angst with no comfort !!!!!!!!! foul language, Steven cameo (that's a sweet surprise than a warning), no mention of jake A/N: Gosh! I apologize for being super late with this one,, this was meant to be a drabble but i got carried away lol. And I'm a little rusty with writing atm, so don't look at me if the writing feels a lil wonky. though, Constructive Criticism is greatly appreciated! PS; The ex-wife mentioned in this is NOT layla its some other lady because we love layla in this household

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

The drawn out rings of the phone was slowly aiding to a upcoming migraine as you paced between rooms, silently praying that you would get an answer to your frantic texts. A rather uneventful Friday night that you expected to spend with the person you were recently seeing, an unpredictably mysterious man, had come to an abrupt stop.

There was a lot you didn't know about Marc Spector; and that was okay, because it was just the process of 'getting to know someone' was, right? Sure, You had rambled your head off on the first date, all which he listened carefully; but with Marc, you never felt the need to push information out of him. It was like befriending an fragile animal that takes time to trust, but the epiphany that comes after is unexplainably amazing.

Growing from acquaintances to actually seeing each other and looking forward to spending time as a couple was unrealistic, which was why your entire relationship was so fascinating. The patience of talking things out was a quality that you both shared; likely being the reason of such a bond with each other. If anyone would listen, you would never stop talking about how perplexing that was.

As you both started building a line of trust, You came to learn that he was divorced and was in the process of sorting things out with his ex-lover— which, of course, you were fine with. And today, he had mentioned about her coming over, which you were also on board with. But with the plans that were arranged for today still being overdue and Marc falling off the face of earth, you couldn't help but feel.. jealous? worry, even?

It was exactly why you were frantically texting your boyfriend, questioning on where he was and if his ex-wife had taken her leave. The only response that you received was being left entirely on delivered, adding fuel to your already anxious state. You felt like you were just being extremely clingy— and that they were probably still talking.

Your gaze travelled to the clock. 15 minutes to 1 am. Holy fuck. Had you really been texting him for over an hour? Had it been over two hours since you had set your dinner table, waiting for him? The latest that Marc had promised he would be was by 10:30, so it was just utterly ridiculous that it was past midnight and he was still unresponsive.

Swiftly grabbing the unopened bottle of wine kept on your table and making it to the couch, You set your phone down on the coffee table as you took a swing of the drink. It was crazy how this entire thing had gotten you so riled up, but as much as you hated to admit it, you were head over heels for this guy. So committed infact, that you were desperately checking on him for the past two hours; that you haven't even had your own dinner yet. One last call. Maybe he'll pick up.

That was the words that your guilty conscious prompted while you sat in the uncomfortable silence, eyes falling on the phone that lay discarded on the table. Obviously, you were going to feed into your thoughts. Of course you did.

And much to your surprise, it only took three rings to connect to the voice that you were just waiting to hear— but it didn't take you long to notice that it came off in a growl, much to the contrast of the soft spoken tone that Marc usually carried.

"Marc?" "Hey." You let out a sigh of relief, shaking your head ever so slightly at your own frantic actions. Atleast he was doing okay. "Are you okay? Where have you been? I've been—"

"Good. Uh, yeah, but listen, it's not cool to, like, bombard me with messages."

There was a short pause where you sat slightly bewildered. before you felt yourself sink into the seat, like a child who had just been scolded. Even with guilt creeping up, You wanted to still defend your own case, which was the endless worrying you had endured for the past hour, waiting for anything from Marc. Just a simple notice to cancel their date for the night or even to say that he was okay. But instead, You were simply left in the dark.

"Because you were supposed to call me, Marc."

"I told you, I'd call you when she left." "Oh, so she hasn't gone yet?" "No, She hasn't. She's still here." Sipping from the glass of wine and setting it onto the table nearby, your mind was quick to rush into many conclusions, but you kept your mouth shut. Whatever they had to discuss must have been really important. "Isn't it late? How are you both still talking?" "No, She— She's in bed." An exhale could be heard from the other end, as your brows furrowed. In bed? Marc lived in a single bedroom, so did that mean he was taking the couch? But before you could even question it, it was like the male at the other end had almost read your mind, because he immediately cleared your doubts, Albeit, you would have wished he never said anything. "..My bed." Oh. Feeling betrayed and lost would be an understatement of how you currently felt. Confused even, to some extend as a steady silence began to occupy the call. You weren't quite sure how Marc wanted you to respond to that. Did he want to hear you weep from the other side? Or be upset at him? Maybe even yell a few select choices of words for wasting your time? But instead of any of that, pure silence rang through the call and if it weren't for Marc checking if the call was still running, he would've thought you hung up. "Hello?"

The feeling of being let down was coursing through your veins at this point, making itself obvious with the lump that grew in your throat and how you stiffened up in your seat. You weren't sure what exactly to feel, a floodgate on sadness and anger opening like it was a pent up dam that was released. You sniffled quietly, trying to bite back the tears that were pricking at the corner of your eyes. It was unfair how distraught you felt. Another audible exhale could be heard, before you heard Marc's voice again. You weren't even sure why you felt like crying, but it was clear that this wouldn't end well. "Look, I'm suggesting that we should take a break because this is just not.. Not working out right now." "When did it work out, Marc?" "Wh— What are you talking about?" "I said." You spoke, recollecting yourself in a suspiciously gentle manner. "When were you not trying to use me as a way to move on?"

It was his turn to grow silent, and that was pretty much the answer you needed. To think that you gave him the chance, thinking that maybe this time around you could actually be with someone who cared— There were no other words to describe what you've been this entire time. You were foolish. "Goodnight. Sleep well." You'd be lying if you said that you didn't still want him to come back to you. Justify himself properly. Say that this was all some sick joke. But you were also aware that there was probably nothing that would save this. Still, You stayed when he spoke up again, for whatever reason. "Stop. Just Listen. This doesn't have to be.. what you think it is, I just need time to collect myself and honestly, I've been feeling for a while that—"

The urge to laugh was overbearing, and you didn't hold back. "You're so full of shit, Marc." Anger was finally settling in before the male at the other end could even respond to your words, but this wasn't about being courteous anymore. It felt like if Marc had cared for you even a little, this wouldn't have happened like it did. "Own up to what you're doing, asshole. I know you like to evade your responsibilities but just for once, if you have any respect for me, stand up like a man and say it to my face so I can just accept the fact that I've wasted my time and effort on you."

"Okay, Let me stop you here before you say anything else that you're gonna regret."

"No, fuck you. The only thing I regret is thinking that you actually cared enough to be with me. Turns out, your only concern is keeping yourself occupied and acting like you don't give a shit about everything that leaves you. You're a selfish prick."

"Fine. It's over then."

"Good. Lose my number and Have a good fucking night, Spector." The call was immediately cut, and so was the brightness of the candle that you had lit earlier by the dinner table. The dimness eased your volatile temper, but it bought the dejection and uneasiness that had failed to show up during the call. There was an option for you to cry it all out, but for reason, you didn't. A soft sigh escaped your pursed lips as you rubbed your eyes. Maybe you'd end up bawling your eyes out about this when you were nestled into the cold embrace of your bed.

You didn't even feel hungry anymore; so shoving the pasta that you had cooked hours prior into the fridge and cleaning up, you tried your best not to think of everything that just happened, which was difficult in it's own volition. It was just a few dates, so you were technically the one in the wrong for letting your guard down so easily and falling for a man who barely talked to you. That conclusion stung a little, but it helped you feel better as you picked up your phone and the bottle of wine again— too exhausted to take off the gorgeous outfit you had picked out for the night as you opened tinder; trying to scroll away like you were gonna move on.

—

On the other side, Marc had made the mistake of pacing through his room as he made the call, biting his cheeks as it reached it's abrupt and upsetting end. Guilt did lace his features, but reminding himself that this was the last he would ever hear from you made the circumstances a little less horrible. Glancing at the phone as his thumb hovered over your contact, He heard a meek voice call out to him. Not that of his ex-wife, but that of Steven's— who had seen everything from the reflection of the mirror that Marc found himself standing before. "Marc.." The reflection called out to him, a clearly disappointed expression lacing his features as he tried to find the words to even begin expressing how regrettable this would be. Steven didn't have to elaborate, though, because in the few seconds that Marc met Steven's concerned eyes, he knew this would just add into the contrition that already plagued his mind.

Marc tore himself away from Steven who made a lowly attempt at trying to reason with him; walking back to where he had just been previously. It was because Steven knew, and so did he, that he found what it felt like to be loved again through you. But he was undeserving of it. With everything he has done and all the secrets that he hid, he only deserved the toxic relation he had with his ex, which atleast kept his needs at bay; a fair trade for all the arguments he had with her. You were right about him being a selfish jerk. Though it was for all for the wrong reasons.

[littleemissperfecttt]

He Asked Her Out!?

Summary: You are a very beautiful girl who was forced to marry not one, not two but FIVE men in order to preserve your clans bloodline. How will the marriage workout? Will the five men get along? Will you have a happy life with them?

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Chapter 7

You woke up from your nap feeling a strong hand around your waist. You turned around to see who it was.

"Hey love" you smile

"Got your beauty sleep??" Satoru asked smiling back at you

"Yes" you replied and snuggled into his chest

He laughed at your reaction and started playing with your hair

"Is nanami back??" You asked looking up

"Yes love he is. He is now resting because of travelling so much" he said

"Oh okay... Did he get the books??"

"He did love"

You sat up excited to read the books he has retrieved from the l/n clans estate

"Oh my gosh! I can't wait to read them!!" You said excited as you didn't know about the attack. Satoru smiled at your excitement

For him it was like a celebration or a festival to see his wife so happy. He would do anything to make her happy like this

"How are you feeling baby? After last night..." He asked guiltily

"I am sore..." You bite your lips looking down as your cheek burns in embarrassment "i don't think I can walk today"

Satoru couldn't hold it in he burst out laughing making you even more flustered

"Stop laughing!!" You covered your face in your hand blushing embarrassed

"Oh darling we will make sure you are carried every where you go" he said still laughing

You slap his chest "don't laugh!"

"Okay okay baby" he chuckled and kissed your cheek

"You know what I can walk by myself" you told angrily and stood up only to stumble forward and limp because of the soreness in your core area

"Darling i know you are mad at him so let me carry you" suguru smirked entering your room. Satoru glared at his best friend for disturbing his moment with his wife

You nodded your head and wrapped your hands around sugurus neck as he carried you

Your cheeks flustered with embarrassment as he carries you downstairs to the dining room where the others except nanami had been waiting for you to eat together

"Hey guys" waves at sukuna and toji who were serving food

"I see you haven't burned my kitchen" you examine the kitchen to see if they did something

"Of course darling we wouldn't dare do anything to piss you off" toji laughed

You rolled your eyes as he kissed your forehead. Suguru sets you down on your seat

"I see we have done our work well" sukuna smirked as you blushes harder "shut up sukuna!!"

He laughed at your reaction, a very rare sight for you to see since he never allows himself to show emotions

You smiled foundly as you admired his laugh

"Okay now I am jealous baby you never look at me like that!" You were brought back to reality as Satoru whined making a pout

You giggled at his reaction and kissed him softly "sorry love"

"Let's eat now!" Toji clapped his hands as he had served all the dishes to you

"This smells amazing!!" You started eating without waiting for anyone to say anything

"Looks like you were hungry" suguru smiled at you as he also started eating

Time skip (after eating because nanami is desparate for your attention now~)

You took a plate served with food and limped to nanamis room as he didn't eat anything after his journey from your clan

Satoru had insisted he would carry you but you refused since you didn't want to bother any of them. Satoru got distracted as suguru challenged him to a match. Satoru being Gojo Satoru smirked and replied with his cocky tone. All you could do was shake your head and think 'men' you were shocked to see how competitive they all were

As you reached nanamis door you knocked on it waiting for his reply you heard a muffled "come in" from inside so you opened the door and entered the room

"Hey love" you set the plate on the table nearby and sat on his bed looking at him "are you feeling okay now??" You asked softly

"Yes" he smiled happy at the fact that you actually cared for him "i was just very tired with travelling and stuff" he made an excuse not wanting you to know he got a nasty cut on his arm

"Now why are you lying to me??" You narrowed your eyes at him "i could smell your blood as soon as I entered this room"

"It's nothing serious darling you don't have to worry" nanami insisted

"Love i am your wife it's my job to worry if you come home injured... Now sit up so I can heal the wound" you said softly as nanmi sighs defeatedly and sat up

"Well that's a nasty wound" you said and started healing it with your clans healing method

Your hand started glowing white as you started healing the wound. Within two minutes the wound was healed and it left no scares

Nanmi was looking at you like you were the only star in the sky. Like a goddess who he would worship till the day he dies

You kiss him tenderly after healing his wound "it's going to cramp a bit but will be fine in five minutes" you say softly still worried

"How did you manage to get hurt?? Were there curses back in the clan estate??" You ask concerned

Nanami did want to tell you what had actually happened but thought otherwise since they didn't actually have the confirmation who had snuck into the clan estate

He pulls you by your neck and kisses you once more. You gasp into the unexpected kiss "yes there were many curses in there but don't worry i took care of all of them" he presses his forehead to yours

You blushed at his romantic gesture "aren't you all romantic today" you giggle "i have to make sure my wife's needs are met now shouldn't i?" He said his voice barely a whisper

"F/n i want to take you out on a date" he whispered "we didn't have the time before our wedding but I want to do this the right way"

"Okay" you kissed his cheek "now eat up and rest so we can go on our date tomorrow" you smiled thinking about it

-

The next day you got dressed for your date with nanami. You were a little shy since this was the first time you would ever be alone with just one of your husbands but you were excited too. You had jitters and butterflies in your stomach

Meanwhile.....

"I should have F/n out first" Gojo Satoru whined knowing his junior has surpassed him by asking their wife out first

"You will get your turn Satoru" suguru sighed while toji massaged his forehead irritated by gojos whining

"So am I next Suguru??" Satoru asked eagerly

"It's first come first serve brat" sukuna glared at Satoru clearly fed up of his antics

Satoru smirked knowing he will be the first one to ask you out after nanami

Nanami came to the living room dressed in a full black suit with a black t-shirt too

"Whose funeral are you going to??" Satoru and suguru snickered looking at their junior

Nanami smirked cockily "my wife will like this outfit... She was the one who picked it out actually"

This statement shut both suguru and Satoru up

"Hey guys" you said descending from the stairs. You were wearing a red silk gown which had a slit on your left leg till your thigh. It has small straps and was backless

The men aka your husbands were stunned at the sight grumbling inwardly thinking they should have asked you out first not nanami

Nanami was pleased at the sight he had seen momentarily stunned at your beauty. He knew he should say something anything would have been fine but his tongue felt tied and he was at the loss of words looking at his wife's beauty

"Let's go" you asked amused

At that moment nanami snapped out of his thoughts and nodded his head "yes yes let's go" he said after clearing his throat

You kissed all your husbands goodbye and left holding nanamis hand

"So where are we going?" You asked sitting inside the car as nanami closed your door and took the drivers seat

"It's a surprise love" he said smiling pleased to know you would like his date idea

"I can't believe you guys have accepted this marriage so openly" you said amazed by the fact they actually had treated you right instead of just trying to 'breed' you

Nanami's eyes darkened at your words and he asked in a gruff serious tone which you have never heard "why?? have you not accepted this marriage yet??"

"No no that's not what I meant my love i thought you guys wouldn't treat me right... I had actually braced myself for it" you said laughing nervously as his mood changed quickly

You looked out the window not saying anything for the rest of your ride to your destination

As you reached the place nanami told you to close your eyes. He held your shoulders and led you to a place and made you sit on a chair

"Okay now open your eyes" he said

As you opened your eyes you looked around to see candles and flowers everywhere

You gasped holding your mouth in surprise "nanami did you book this entire restaurant for us??"

"Yes" he smiled "i didn't want anyone to interrupt us"

You looked around the decorations in awe "baby this is amazing"

"I am glad you liked it" he smiled knowing he did a great job decorating the place himself

You both ordered the dishes you wanted to eat

"I didn't know you were this romantic" you blushed

"Yeah many people think I am not..." He sighed

You knew there was an underlying meaning behind his words and the way he sighed you knew your suspension were right

The dinner proceeded with laughter and small talks about each others lifes

Now you both were walking in a park holding hands

"You know nanami you really underestimate yourself so much" you said looking at him while giving him a small smile

"Really? How do??" He paused walking and looked at you with raises eyebrows

"You told me about your classmate... Haibara and also about how your mission was..." You trailed down thinking he would say something, as he didn't say anything you continued "you blame yourself for his death... Which is not true since you were a kid too"

"That doesn't mean I couldn't do anything! I am a jujutsu sorcerer!!" He snapped his usual calm and composed behaviour flattening

"So??" You asked raising eyebrows "he was a jujutsu sorcerer too nanami and he knew the risks of being a jujutsu sorcerer and he took it with grace! You are not honouring his death by taking it all on yourself"

He didn't respond to it. You saw how his mouth opened and closed but no words came out

"By my observation the reason you blame yourself is because you compare yourself to Satoru and suguru" he was about to interrupt you but you put your hands up stating you were still talking "don't even try to deny it... Your thoughts are all 'oh what if gojo was there he would have rescued everyone and would have been the hero' well guess what nanami gojo wasn't there and you can't be gojo! So you gotta pull your head out of your ass and think straight about this matter!" You looked away

He thought for a second and chuckled

"You are right.." he murmured "i have always thought if gojo or geto were there they would have done better... Better than i ever did"

"Oh baby.." you said and pulled him in a hug

He nuzzled into your hair and took in your scent

"It's not your fault nanami.. don't be so hard on yourself.. you don't deserve that kind of punishment... Haibara would have smacked you in the head if he were here" you whispered so only he could hear "and... You are a damn good sorcerer don't you ever think you are not"

You pulled away and smiled

"Thank you f/n... I needed to have this conversation with someone but... I didn't know I needed this conversation myself" he looked away and wiped a tear running down his cheek

You pulled him to sit on a park bench "let's stay here for a while" you smiled

"Whatever you want my love" he said getting his composure back

[raichoose]

Platonic Starters!

Feel free to revise as necessary to fit your muse's speech, change pronouns, etc.

"Aren't you bored? Let's go to the [arcade/farmer's market/movies/mall/etc.] or something."

"I'm bored."

"Are you ready for game night?"

"Can you keep a secret?"

"Aw man, I forgot it was your birthday! Oh no! - Ha, kidding. Here's your present."

"All I'm saying is, I knew as soon as I looked at you that you and I were going to be friends."

"I think we just became best friends."

"Come on, man, I thought we were friends."

"I need you to join my [baseball team/bowling league/etc]. Don't ask. It's what friends do."

"That's what friends are for."

"That's what friends do."

"Come on, bestie, what's the worst that could happen?"

"You're my friend, and I care about you. So, no, I'm not leaving until you tell me what's wrong."

"Bro. Bestie. Friend. Buddy. Pal. Broski. Look at me. Come ooon, I know you're not mad - "

"Are you mad at me?"

"I haven't seen you in ages! How are you?"

"If I'm not the best man/maid of honor at your wedding, I'll die."

"I'm glad we became friends."

"Come over and play video games with me."

"Horror movie marathon, buddy. Let's go."

"I'm worried about you. Are you sure you're okay?"

"Don't worry about it."

"Everything's going to be fine. You got me, right?"

"You're more family to me than my actual family."

"How are you feeling?"

"Do you need help with that?"

"Can I get a ride to the [airport/train station/etc]?"

"You need to live a little. Come on, let's go on an adventure."

"Want to go downtown and see if there's anything going on?"

"That [Thai/Japanese/Italian/Mexican/seafood/comfort food/etc.] place you were talking about finally opened! Let's go!"

"Want to go to the farmer's market with me?"

"If I die of boredom, it's your fault."

"I got an extra ticket to the [KISS/Gorillaz/Elton John/etc.] concert because I won a radio contest. Wanna come with?"

"Let's go to the [baseball/soccor/football/etc.] game."

"Karaoke night, let's go!"

"I'm going to every thrift store I can find today, and you're coming with me."

"So, what have you been up to?"

"What's new?"

"Tell me everything you've been up to!"

"I can't wait to meet in person!"

"Can we stop at the pet store?"

"I heard the house on the end of the street is haunted. You're breaking in with me tonight, okay?"

"If I ever don't say yes to hanging out, assume I'm dead."

"Are you busy? I need someone to talk to."

"Can you come over?"

"Want to come over?"

"I need help. And you're the first person I thought of, because you always help me."

"Oh, you know you love my jokes."

"I'm the mom friend. You always say that. Why are you surprised I'm dragging you to urgent care?"

"Can you believe we've been friends since [insert school grade here]?"

"I wish you were my roommate in college. Would've made my first year a lot better."

"I have a running list of horrible typos you've made."

"Expect me to remind you of this moment for the rest of your life."

"What classes are you taking next year?"

"Let's compare course schedules. I want to see if we have any classes together."

"Dream team! You and me! Let's go!"

"If you prank me on April Fool's Day, I will stop being friends with you! ... Not really. But I'll be mad about it."

"Let's grab [breakfast/brunch/lunch/dinner/etc.] today."

"Nobody hurts you and gets away with it."

"Who did this to you?"

"You're my best friend."

"You're my best friend! If anyone messes with you, I'm going to intervene."

"Oh my gosh! [Name]! How are you?"

"Just like old times, huh, [Name]?"

"I need you to taste test this for me."

"This is the last time I let you take me on a hike."

"I'll be in your neck of the woods this weekend. Are you free?"

"What are you doing this weekend?"

"I don't have any plans this weekend. Do you want to do something?"

"I wanted to check in and see how you were doing."

"The carnival's in town! We have to go!"

"Our friendship means a lot to me."

"I miss you. I don't know anyone in this [new school/new city/etc]."

"If you ever leave [place of employment], I'll die. I can't work here without someone else who gets how much it sucks here."

"We're friends, [Name]. That means we stand by each other."

"We're friends, [Name]. Don't keep secrets from me."

"Thank you for being my friend."

"Thank you for being my friend. I love you, [Name]!"

[searchingforgravity]

Graceland Experience - PART 5

Fandom: Elvis/Elvis (2022)

Prompt: The next stop you need to make is one to the library to find out if you have any chance of making your way back home. Then, you explore Elvis' room.

TW: Brief mention of sex, mention of sex toys and objects, implied smoking, profanity

Word Count: 2801

A/N: Sorry for the slow burn with this series guys, but it will be worth it!

"Hey, I'm sorry about last night. I just really thought you were a nutcase, Y'know?" Sonny laughs nervously before shoveling a plateful of food in his mouth.

Everyone at the table looks to the two of you. You, Sonny, Elvis, and Jerry all sit at the kitchen table. You are surprised that they let you sit to breakfast with them, but they've all seemed to accept the fact that you're not crazy. They still look at you with curiosity. You're the exciting new topic in the house. The girl with amnesia.

You absolutely hate it.

"Yeah, it's fine," you say quickly, focusing now on your plate of food, trying not to make eye contact with anyone.

"I mean, you really had me goin' there," he laughs.

Annoyed, you pick at your food refusing to respond. There is an awkward beat as everyone turns back to their food.

"Thought you were just batshit cr-"

"Sonny! Fuck off," Elvis grumbles, not amused.

Your body flushes in embarrassment. Looking across the table to Elvis, he meets your gaze, his cheeks flushed with anger.

You quickly look away.

God, how you wished there was another girl in this house. Most of the time, it's just the boys.

"Right," Sonny snaps, clearly offended.

Silence again.

You look over at Jerry. It's so odd, he's just a teenager. You recall all of the photos you've seen of his as an older man, and it's surreal. You watch as he makes a joke to Elvis, trying to win his approval. Elvis chuckles. Jerry's eyes light up as he shoves a forkful of eggs in his mouth.

It's so surreal.

After another moment, you let your gaze wander around the room. You haven't really had the chance to see it since you've been here. The house is buzzing. It's so full of life. This is what you've dreamed of.

You can feel someone watching you.

Looking back to the table, Elvis is watching you intently, like he's trying to read your mind. When he catches your eye, he doesn't look away. Instead he gives you a curious look, lingering.

You clear your throat in thought. Should you say something?

"So, do fans line up outside your door all the time?" You ask.

Stupid question.

Everyone looks at you again. Everyone looks dumbstruck by your question, like you don't live in 1961.

"Are you kiddin' me?! Every day! They love Elvis, it's almost scary. Gosh you aren't a fan are you?" Jerry suddenly pipes up, teenage boy energy bursting.

Your face flushes.

"No! I am obviously, you're amaz-" you start, then stop.

Elvis gives a smug grin, crossing his arms.

"I mean-."

Oh God, stop talking.

Before anyone can comment further, Elvis speaks up, sparing you the spotlight.

"Yeah, I really appreciate all the love. I don't deserve it sometimes."

"Aw, c'mon E, sure you do! Hey, remember those two girls that mailed themselves to the house? That was crazy, man. Now they were batshit. But they were cute girls. You're so lucky, you can get all the tail you want. And you did get some action with one of 'em right? Or was it both?"

Well, there's that. Elvis' cheeks flush as he shoves Jerry by his shoulder.

"Jer, come on, there's a lady at the table."

Jerry glances over at you looking like a dog with his tail caught between his legs.

"Oh, right. Sorry ma'am."

You tell him it's okay as you try not to laugh.

---

"Hey, Elvis?" You ask, catching up with him after breakfast as Sonny and Jerry go outside to the stables, him following closely behind.

Elvis turns to you.

"Yeah, what's up, honey?"

You hesitate. It might be a risk.

"Do you remember asking me if there is anything I needed last night?"

"Yes, I remember."

Here goes nothing.

"I was actually wondering if I could get a ride to the library."

"The library? I don't see why not. If you want some books, you can write down which ones you want and I have a guy that goes out and gets things for me."

That won't exactly work. You don't want written evidence of you requesting time travel books.

"Well, I actually wanted to go myself."

He gives you a sideways glance.

"Are you sure that would be a good idea? Don't you need some rest for your memory?"

"I think it might be good if I go out. Maybe it could help jog a few things in my mind."

Good thinking.

"Hm, maybe you're right. It seems you got some memory back. At least I know you're a fan," he teases, winking at you.

Your cheeks burn as you look to the ground. There's a brief awkward silence.

He clears his throat before continuing.

"Well I can't go with ya, but I'll tell Sonny to give you a ride. How does this afternoon sound?"

"That sounds amazing. Thank you."

---

Getting into the car with Sonny, you're suddenly nervous. You are about to go out in public in 1961. You still partially believe you are in some crazy dream. You look down at your outfit, making sure you look the part, and you do. You are wearing a simple pink shift dress. You aren't usually one to wear a ton of dresses, but you certainly can't wear your usual clothing now. And you have to admit to yourself that you are starting to enjoy wearing these dresses. Elvis had some ordered to the house once he realized you might be at Graceland for more than a few days.

"Hey, uh, I know I said it already, but I am sorry for acting that way last night. Just been high strung the past few days, I guess," Sonny says awkwardly as he starts the car.

"It's okay. I understand, I don't blame you, really. No one knows me here," you relent, looking out the window.

"Yeah. You don't seem too bad, though. It's been nice I guess having something to focus on. It was startin' to get boring around here. Elvis hates boring," he laughs, the southern drawl peeping out of his voice.

You hadn't noticed it before.

You aren't sure how you feel about Sonny taking you to the library, you aren't sure if you like him yet, but he was your only option and you had to take the opportunity.

Sonny turns the car, heading for the back of the house, to your surprise. The front entrance leaving your line of view.

"I thought we were going out the front way."

At this, Sonny gives a genuine laugh.

"No, honey, we almost never use the front entrance. Do you know how many people are out there? Hundreds. We wouldn't get to the library before it closes."

You turn your body as you try to look and see if you can get a glimpse of the fans out front, but it's too late, the entrance is already out of sight.

---

When you get inside the library, it's quiet. There are a few people wandering around, but other than that it's empty. It's not so different from a modern library, except there are no computers. Only books. It's insane to see. Everyone you see are either in dresses or the men in slacks. Some men wearing hats. You see an older man with a hat covering his face as he nods in an out of sleep on a chair in the corner of the non-fiction section. It's all so different and yet, somehow not.

You were preparing for Sonny to come in with you, which would be a challenge to hide what you're getting from him, but he said he'd stay in the car if you wouldn't take too long.

You make your way to the fiction section as you start your search. you hope they have something here that can help you. As you look through the limited selection, you're about to give up when you see A Sound of Thunder by Ray Bradbury. You remember seeing this book while you were writing a paper about the author in high school. You pluck it out of its place and turn it to the back cover, skimming over the words.

Ah, yes. A man who travels back in time and discovers even small actions have big consequences. You make a mental note of that. You decide to pick out a random book as well in case anyone asks you what you got. Looking for a romance, you see a booked called Loyal and All by Mary Burchell. After taking a quick skim of the back, it looks to be up your alley.

You're about to head to the check out when one more catches your eye. A pebble in the sky. Hm. You pick it up and read the back. A man is accidentally sent to the future. Similar to your situation, only you went to the past. This could give some insight.

You decide to pick that one as well as you head to the front. A gentle looking older woman greets you.

"Hello, dear. Did you find what you were looking for today?" She asks pleasantly.

You smile.

"Yes, thank you. Just these three please," you say in return, placing the books on the table.

She glances at them.

"Ah, time travel. I love hearing those stories. I wonder if it will ever come to be one day. I would like to go back and see Louis Armstrong in his prime. I love that man's voice."

You laugh to yourself. That's what you thought about Elvis about a week ago. Now you don't know what to think.

"I'll need to see your library card, dear."

Shit. A library card.

"Oh, I don't have one, I just moved here recently," you say a little too quickly.

She doesn't seem to take note of it.

"Not a problem! I'll just have you fill out this paper and you can take these home with you today."

A paper. Then you think of the butterfly effect. Will something as small as filling out a paper change the course of history? You're not sure. But you need these books.

"Oh, you know what, that's alright. I'll just put them back. I might not be staying for too long, it's a little up in the air at the moment," you respond trying not to sound nervous.

"Oh, alright, if you're sure."

You assure her that you are as you head over to the shelves.

You can't leave without these books, but how are you going to get past the counter without her seeing you? You look around for a distraction and it isn't long before you find one. There's a kid's section with two children about the ago of three running around playing. Setting the books down on a shelf near the exit, you go back up to the check out desk.

"Hi, I'm so sorry, but I think I just saw a child get sick in the children's section. I saw him running around with a friend."

At this, she sighs.

"Sometimes I wonder if the parents watch their children at all while they're here. Thanks, dear," she says before leaving the desk and walking towards the far section of the library.

Perfect.

You're about to run out when you see complimentary bags on a table near the door. You snag one before shoving the books in the bag and exiting the way you came.

You huff as you get in the passenger seat of the car.

"That was a fast exit, what did you steal 'em?" Sonny laughs as he pulls out, turning out of the lot.

You laugh nervously.

"A kid got sick," you lie as you glance down in the bag.

Sonny makes a sound of disgust as he pulls a cigarette out of his breast pocket before lighting it.

"That's why I don't like libraries."

---

Good, you've got the books, now you just need to do one more thing before you can relax.

Get into Elvis' room. That might not be too difficult seeing as he's still rehearsing for the upcoming film. After dinner, while everyone heads downstairs, you say that you are going to read for a while in the living room.

As soon as you hear them moving around downstairs, you spring into action. Climbing the stairs two at a time, you hurry until you come to a halt at his door, firmly closed.

You take a deep breath, then a second one. You listen for a moment to make sure no one is upstairs. There is complete silence. Your hand shakes as you bring it to the door knob. You need to be quick about this. You turn it and it opens with ease.

Looking inside, you are awestruck. It's a spitting image of the pictures you've seen. You can't believe you're actually in here. A room that not even president's can enter in your own time. It feels magical. You can smell the scent of Elvis all around you. It's intoxicating. You feel invasive, like you shouldn't be in here. But you need to make sure.

First walking to the closet, you open it gently as to not make any noise. You crouch down and look to see if there are any hiding spots. You see a box.

Opening it hastily, it takes you a moment to realize what exactly you're looking it, then it dawns on you.

Pictures of his mom. other small trinket items that you assume belong to his mother.

You gently shut the box and put it back where it belongs. Okay, time to look somewhere else. You check briefly to make sure there are no more hiding places in the closet before getting off the floor and closing the door. Looking around, you spot Elvis' dresser. Quietly walking over to it, You decide to start at the top as you open the first one. When you open the top drawer, you see a polaroid camera. Hm. Then you see handcuffs? Polaroids? For the second time, it takes you a moment to realize what exactly you're looking at.

"Oh,"You gasp as you see what, or rather who, is on the polaroids, quickly shutting the drawer.

Multiple different women, and one or two of him. Nude. Your face flushes all the way to your ears in embarrassment. You've heard stories of him liking that kind of thing, but you never thought you'd actually see it. All the sudden, you hear something.

"One second man, I gotta piss," Elvis calls down to someone as he climbs the steps to his room.

Oh no.

Your heart leaps in your chest as your eyes go wide. Oh God, what are you going to do? You look around and see his closet. It's your only option right now. You run over and gently open it before closing it on yourself, blanketed in complete darkness. You close the closet just in time as you hear the door to his bedroom open.

You hear him sigh as he shuts the door behind him. All the sudden, he stops walking. You can't breathe. What if he opens the closet door to grab something?

"What in the hell?" he mutters, and you can hear him walk away from you and go to his dresser drawer.

That's when you remember. You didn't shut it.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

You hear him open the drawer more, and look around in it. You wish you could tell what he was thinking. He is silent for a long moment before you hear the drawer close again and he makes his way to the bathroom. He shuts the door. Thank God.

You hear him start using the toilet and think this is your best shot at leaving. Opening the closet as softly as you can, you slip out before shutting it just as slow. Tip-toeing across the floor as gently as you can manage, you finally reach the door and grab the knob. Then you hear him starting to wash his hands. Eyes widening, you open the door.

You sigh silently as you quietly shut the door behind you. You walk over to the staircase just in time for him to open the door, leaving his room.

"Oh, hey, I didn't know you were up here. Thought you were readin' in the living room," Elvis remarks as he walks in your direction.

"I was, but I needed to use the bathroom," you lie, pointing in the direction of the room you've been staying in.

"Oh, yeah, me too," Elvis chuckles, but the humor doesn't fully reach his eyes.

Whether that's because he's suspicious of you or not, you don't know. What you do know is, that was too close of a call.

Way too close.

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Natlan Archon Quest 5.1 Thoughts and Theories

Compared to the last archon quest, this was a major step up for me in all aspects. There was a sense of grandness to it all, especially with the music and animation. Also, I'm so weak for Capitano you guys. His voice 😍🥵 alright I'll stop. But my Capitano agenda is far from over.

Spoilers below

Boy oh boy did I enjoy seeing everyone rally together to fight the Abyss. And the Abyss I felt was a pretty legitimate threat. (side note: i'm glad they didn't make us wait for the next patch to see the actual battle). The map was consumed by Abyssal power, reminding me of that one Enkanomiya event. And people died. You'd get to sites with people and everyone would be gone. It was lowkey chilling and Genshin really has stepped up in terms of how dark it wants the story to be. Chasca's sister, Chuychu, didn't make it. Their final words to each other were really heartfelt and it was sad to watch them say goodbye.

On a much lighter note, the cutscenes of Mavuika and the six heroes using their powers was soooo freaking cool, especially with the music. Side note, I'm glad they didn't shove the Traveler in as the final hero since this wasn't their fight technically. I loved seeing Mavuika use all her abilities and create that giant starburst thing in the sky to fight the Abyss. It gave me major Endgame vibes ngl. I was having a blast. This quest also made me really love Mavuika. She cares so deeply about her people and home that she'd sacrifice herself to save it all. It's a heavy price, but she's willing to pay it. Aside from Mavuika's selfless nature, she also looked epic when she fought the Abyss in the sky.

The new characters in general I really enjoyed, especially Ororon. I do like his design and I love how his voice tone changes from serious to almost childish when talking to Citlali. And his lore is really fascinating since he has an incomplete soul. Citlali gives me major Faruzan energy, but she has a beautiful design and she's pretty relatable imo with her awkwardness. I liked her a lot. Xilonen had a lot of charisma imo. Although I haven't figured out how to use her on the field during her playable segments.

And Capitano. My gosh did this man become very interesting. Not only is he Khaenri'ahn, but apparently his face is rotting from living for so long AND he knows Dain. He's a lot more tragic than I initially expected, having lost everything and everyone to the cataclysm. And out of all the Harbingers, alongside Childe (maybe Arlecchino with the HoH), he's definitely one of the more altruistic ones. His methods were extreme, but at the end of the day, he wanted to save Natlan, having lost so much already. Capitano was willing to put aside his own pride with his plan and listen to Mavuika's, helping her and the others defend their home. He even gave her all his soldiers to have for reinforcements. He's not driven by evil the way Dottore is or is vengeful to a destructive degree like Scaramouche. He's honorable and driven by the pain of his past. Vengeance too probably, but he didn't wipe Natlan clean to save it.

The lore was also fascinating. To talk to the Lord of the Night was really cool and I loved getting to know more about Teyvat as a whole. Btw, the "sky is fake" claim is finally proven true.

Overall, I was very satisfied with this Archon quest and could honestly watch a whole show on Natlan trying to fend off the Abyss. It reminds me of the Long Night but significantly better executed on almost all fronts (music still slapped).

Going forward, I definitely think we will see Mavuika die but either it won't be in the typical way or she will return in another form like Furina. Given how she's playable, Hoyo will find the loophole. But yeah, Mavuika will have to pay a heavy price. And it appears Capitano will as well. He still has his "final foe" to face and Ronova apparently sent him on his journey. Of course, the price for messing with death your own life, which Mavuika will have to pay. It seems like whatever Capitano is asking of the Lord of Night also will either lead to his own demise or some sort of demise. Either way, both characters are going to be facing a heavy price. I'm really excited to see the final face off with the Abyss and what will become of both Capitano and Mavuika.

The sky being fake caught my eye specifically because the edges of the hole and the void are reminiscent of the power used by the unknown god in the beginning of the game. Could the unknown god reside out in that void? Did she have a hand in creating Teyvat? Is Teyvat even a "real" world or is it something else entirely? So many questions. I look forward to getting answers and I love the small detail of the hole being covered by smoke. it would cause mass hysteria if one moment, you were fighting for your very home and then another bombshell about the sky being fake is thrown at you.

My only major nitpick is that the Natlan archon quest is almost beat for beat Fontaine's with some exceptions of course.

You got:

big existential, life threatening event that has been steadily building up for years and years

a Fatui harbinger who offers aid because they got their own stakes in this (said Harbinger is also Khaenri'ahn)

the archon has to die because they used powers that are kinda taboo

there are minor incidents prior to the actual existential event

said event has been known about by the archon for hundreds of years and preparations have been made

the day is saved by the archon (or dragon) flying up into the sky and using their awesome power to save everyone

supporting characters die protecting others (Silver and Melus you were the real ones)

The archon quest is still fantastic, but the overall formula was very similar. (it was also weird to not hear Kinich or Kachina but I get the reason).

Anyways, what did you guys think and are you excited for the next chapter???

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🌳🌲THE WOODS FANFIC🌲🌳

Chapters

She Can't Come, She Has Cheer Practice

Fishing

Bonfire Dinner

Going Home (part one / part two)

Or Not

Swapsies

Spiders

Homesick, Lovesick

Picnic

Car Ride

To chapter 4 part two:

To chapter 6:

Content warnings: Blood, a stab wound (non-graphic), lost/missing person, shouting/potential violence, a "weapon" (a sharp stick), fire and burn wounds, dead fish (non-graphic, not Darwin), a dangerous thunderstorm, death mentioned/briefly implied, kidnapping briefly mentioned/implied, homelessness mentioned, a bomb mentioned (recalling the events of "The Bus"), 911/police mentioned, a spider

Word count: 1,083

Rob yawned while trying to speak. "Guh... Gumball..."

Hearing his name, Gumball responded with a half-awake grunt. He opened his eyes and lifted his head to find himself in a strange position, splayed out over Rob's chest. They sat up, causing him to slide off into the damp dead leaves.

"Hey," he complained.

"Good morning."

He, too, sat up and yawned. "Ah... man, I slept like a dead guy."

A hint of a smile showed on their face. "Huh, me too."

He gazed at his nemesis with drooping eyes. Was it even right to think of them as a nemesis now?

They eyed the sky and squinted. "Is it still raining?"

"No. Unrelated question: are you blind?"

At this they growled in response, but their frown couldn't help bending into a smile.

After completing their lazy morning stretches (Gumball took much longer), Rob rose to their feet and held out their hands. "We should get back to the tent."

He accepted their hands, agreeing, and pulled himself up.

Last night's storm left the forest soggy but travelable enough to be thankful for. The air was thick with moisture and petrichor. Emerging from their nests and burrows, the birds felt safe returning to their songs. The riverbank Gumball walked upon yesterday had since flooded with rainwater.

"I didn't think you'd come looking for me, let alone find me. I mean, I would've been cold and scared all night if you didn't come. So, thank you."

They didn't reply, but showed a faint smile. Was that a hint of redness in their face? Their smile faded, as did the brightness of their static.

He watched their face as the two of them walked together. They'd been quiet this morning, despite recent events and issues being plenty of conversation material.

"Um... what's wrong? Are you embarrassed?"

They stared into the ground ahead. "Yeah, I guess, embarrassed. I'm... thinking."

"Yeah, thinking is cool..." He fumbled to find a change of subject in the awkward silence. "...I ate a mushroom yesterday."

Rob did a double take and stopped in their tracks. "W-what?"

"Don't worry!" He waved his paw to dismiss it. "I ended up spitting it out 'cause it tasted so bad."

"Didn't you bring actual food to eat?"

"Nope."

"So you ate nothing the whole day?"

"Yup."

They stared at him, then rolled their eye and resumed walking. "Do you have infinite energy or what?"

His ears perked up with an idea. He didn't need to have endless energy for plot convenience.

So, on purpose, he swayed, stumbled, and then fell over. "Oh, Rob, my legs hurt so bad!"

Ahead of him, they stopped and turned around once again.

He clutched his bandaged paw. "My arm! Oh gosh, it hurts! It hurts so bad! Because I haven't healed yet!"

In the midst of hyperventilating, he glanced up to see what reaction he got. They were not convinced.

"I'm just in. So. Much. Pain! I can't go on any longer!" He flopped over. "Rob... you wouldn't make me walk any more... right?"

They paused with a grimace, then bent down and held out their hands. "Ugh... come here."

He almost forgot to limp towards them instead of run. Blood rushed to his cheeks as they wrapped their arms around him, which got worse as they lifted him up close to their face. They both averted their gaze from the other's.

...

At long last, their destination entered their sight. The tent held up well in the storm.

"Home sweet home!" Gumball cheered as if it was a real house. He scrambled and leapt out of Rob's arms, causing them to yelp.

He sighed in relief and replayed the events of yesterday. Next time, he could follow the river the other way. And pack some food, for sure. And pack Rob.

But before trying to go home again tomorrow, he needed a place to sleep tonight.

"Rob..." he turned towards his weary friend, who sat by a tree, and twiddled his fingers. "I'm so grateful that you saved me. Thank you."

They paused. "You're welcome."

"When you carried me all that way, you were so strong and resilient."

Perhaps they blushed, but they didn't smile or respond. They knew he flattered them on purpose.

"I don't know what I'd do without you. You know what would make me really happy?"

"What?"

"If I could stay with you for one more night?"

They frowned. "No!"

"What? But–"

They rose to their feet, not looking back at him, and stormed off.

He jogged after them. "Wait! Where are you going?"

"Go away! I'm just a tool to you!"

"Aw, come on, man!"

They snatched their sharp spear that leaned against a tree and marched to the riverbank.

"You've been guilt-tripping me into doing everything for you."

"W– well– okay, I admit I took advantage of my own cuteness more than once. But I've been helping, too!"

"Name one time." Aiming for a fish once again, they plunged the spear into the water.

"Like– like–" His mind went blank. "Doesn't matter! I've been trying to help."

"No, you haven't!" Rob turned around to face their nemesis, the weapon raised high.

Gumball flinched and stepped back.

"I don't believe you and I don't care! Get out of here!"

His ears pinned back. A lump in his throat made it hard to speak.

"O– okay. Should I go back to the tent, or–"

"No! I'm done with you!" They prepared to attack, but resisted themself and stabbed downward instead. "Just leave me al– AAAH!"

Gumball covered his mouth with his paws.

Rob's shaking hand released the spear, but it stood up on its own. It did not impale the ground nor the river.

It went straight through their foot.

"ROB!"

They teetered and fell backwards into the shallow water. Their eye remained squeezed shut, sucking in air through clenched teeth. "Ah, i– it's fine... doesn't hurt... that much."

He snapped out of his frozen state and rushed to grip their hands. With adrenaline-fueled strength, he pulled them out of the river.

"O-ow... stop... Gumball, it's okay."

He army-dragged them to the tent with all his might. "NO, IT'S NOT! DON'T DIE ON ME!!"

"You don't have to– ah– darn it, why are you so strong?"

He panicked too much to care what they said, or to notice the fact they barely bled.

Zipping the tent open, he pulled them the rest of the way inside. "Hang in there!"

"Gumball, you're overreact– ugh."

He'd already left.

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

Post for The Rookie 7x11!!

Everyone ATE at their jobs today!!! And I'm so glad everybody (including all the hostages) is okay :'D

Lucy did really well as a practice sergeant! I still don't know if that's the path for her given that she likes being in the thick of it (like undercover) but I support her :). I get why she doesn't just want to stay where she is forever, even if it's not her first choice (I actually really get that as I was recently accepted to my second choice program for something lol)

Tim also did great stepping back - he has been a TO for years lol! Also, I'm SO GLAD Chenford actually talked for a second 😭 like with words. And while I'm not as insistent on Tim being drastically- I don't know, in need of repentance xD, I'm glad Lucy said she hasn't forgiven him yet. It's clear, they're still there for each other, and maybe they'll have something in the future (I mean we all hope/know so but maybe to them), but she's not ready to forgive him. And that's totally fine ❤️!! Glad they just finally TALKED ABOUT IT!! Lol xD

Celina did great on her first real undercover assignment 🥳. And I see why they had her be revealed - left Nolan, with more experience, on the bus (plot wise). But she handled everything really well, as well as keeping track of her mental state afterwards, and I'm super proud of her :D.

Bailey ate too of course!! And yeah, my gosh adoption money o.o and just kid money in general xd. But y'all will figure it out <3. Also though, regarding recklessness 😬. . . I know it's different shows and universes guys, but if Tarlos can't get a kid from recklessness, you can't either xD 💀. Y'all are reckless in different ways but still xD. I do hope it works out though <33.

Loved seeing Grey and Miles work together!! It sucks that Miles had to sell his ring :((. But hopefully he'll come up with the money <3. Also the barbecue bit was silly lol and cute :'D. The whole thing reminds me of Jackson <3..

Also phew for Lucy and myself that Seth isn't here xD the stress man. But I did see a fascinating looking breakdown on YouTube and then realized it was his ACTOR so I am very interested in watching that!!

Angela and Nyla again 😭. This is why you wait for SWAT xD. Nah, but I'm glad they're okay <33. I will say I briefly when just quick glancing at the Wopez tag to see if they were in this episode basically lol (plus I was only pretty sure there was an episode last night xD) I saw Monica mentioned, so when Angela saw the footage I thought it was her for a second, with barely a reaction xD. But, it was, of course, the pregnant lady. Still, O.O. Monica is not doing ANYTHING good, and I'm wondering if it has to do with Oscar. Elijah could have tipped him on to her, and we haven't seen anything with him since his escape.

I will say yes Monica's been hanging on for a little while but I'll let it slide because I need some Wopez/Wesley angst xD like imagine Elijah recommends her to Oscar and they're working together (with Elijah's help). But even though Oscar doesn't really have a personal grudge against them, Elijah's condition is that he makes Wopez pay. Sooo also maybe imagine a repeat or reminder of 2x06 for that trauma damage 👀. Anyway, don't get me started on how Wesley's trauma connects xD.

Also Wesley calling them at the end was great lol <3. I love him and Angela, as always :')) 🥰. And I hope Wes never stops worrying (not just because I like angst lol), at least a little bit <3. They're sweet about it :').

Also the next episode looks O.O. A) CHENFORD 👀👀😳 WHAT THE FREAK ARE Y'ALL DOING XDD 👀👀🤭!! And O.O yes there is a way people will believe it, or at least use it to try and fight in court xD. Anyway it looks O.O, the night time tone really sets it for feeling dark and creepy. Love it, looks exciting!!

Loved this episode :D!! Everybody was really great and the way everything worked with the hostage situation was cool :). And Monica knowing how it would go o.o she continues to be smart, let's be real. Also at first with the accomplice lady I was like "bestie they're gonna find that phone xD" but then I realized there was a drain there lol 😬. Maybe some days it'll get picked up, buuuut probably not xd. Again, glad everyone's okay ❤️! Amazing episode :D!

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Summary: You're both each other's escape but he can't tell you who he really is... Pairing: y/n x idol Yeonjun Word Count: 4.2k~ Warnings: Like one or two curse words lmao... that's it a/n: Requested by a lovely anon <3 I hope you like it :)

🟢  y/n is online

🟢 Yejun is online

Yejun: How's your day been? I haven't heard from you today :/

y/n: I am so sorry Yejun! Things have been pretty hectic at work and I wasn't even able to eat lunch today :(

Yejun: Oh my gosh that's horrible! How are you feeling? You must be exhausted! Have you eaten yet?

y/n: *send picture of your favorite food* Yup! I figured I would treat myself today!

Yejun: You definitely deserve it after the crazy day you had!

y/n: Enough about me though, how have you been? Did you do anything fun today? I know you said it was your day off so I hope you did :)

Yejun: Not really, I hung out with one of my roommates since we both ended up having today off so we just played some video games.

y/n: Oh did you guys try out that new game you said was coming out soon?

Yejun: Yeah we did! It came out on Friday but we didn't have time to check it out until now so it was fun trying to figure it out together. 

y/n: Did you win?

Yejun: Of course

y/n: As expected from my champion <3

I smile down at my phone after rereading your message for the 10th time before responding. "What are you smiling at?" Beomgyu says walking into the living room after waking up from his nap. "Nothing" I say locking and putting away my phone before another ding rings out notifying the both of us (unfortunately) of another one of your messages coming through.

"Doesn't look like it's nothing" Beomgyu says tilting his head trying to see my phone hidden behind my back. "Well either way it isn't any of your business I say defensively. "Yeonjun be honest, you're still talking to that girl aren't you?" he says, obviously disappointed in me. 

"So what? What's wrong with that?" I say continuing to defend myself. "She doesn't know who you are right? You know it could cause a huge scandal if-" "I'm being careful. But no, she doesn't know who I am. I know better than that" I say hoping the conversation is over and we can move onto something else. "You better..." he says trailing off.

"What's that supposed to mean? Last time I checked I was the hyung here. You really think you can talk to me like that?" I spit out getting fed up with him. "Okay I'm sorry I'll stop bugging you about it damn" he mumbles. "I'm sick of your disrespect Beomgyu. When are you gonna sto-" "Yeonjun that's enough" Soobin says walking into our dorm trying to defuse the situation. 

"You know what I'm done, I'm leaving" I say walking towards the door and heading outside. Luckily some of our staff are still hanging around outside since they had just dropped Soobin off. "Can you take me for a drive? I just need to get out of my head for a while" I ask knowing that taking a walk instead isn't really possible with my current idol status.

The staff nods and opens the car door for me before going over to the drivers side. "Do you have anywhere you would like to go or just somewhere away from the city?" he suggests and I'm happy to hear that he's able to read my mind. "Away from the city please, I need to get away from all the chaos" to which he nods and starts the car doing just as I had asked. 

I pull out my phone after our drive is underway and I remember that I had left you on read.

🟡 Yejun is busy → 🟢 Yejun is online

🟡 y/n is busy

The last message you had sent me was asking if I had any plans for the rest of the night. I'll be honest I downloaded this app with the intention of pretending to be someone else. I just wanted to be a normal guy, talking to normal people and having normal conversations. But when you're an idol that privilege gets ripped away from you and you don't realize how much you're going to miss it until it's too late. So my name on here is Yejun and he's basically me except with a new face and a new name.

Choi Yejun, Yes I know very creative but I did't want to lie too much

Age: 24

Birthday: September 12th which isn't a complete lie because it's the 12th in America but the 13th in Korea

Height: 6ft, yes I did add on an inch okay, sue me!

Blood Type: A

MBTI: ENFP

Education: Batchelor's degree in Music with a minor in dance. This one however is a lie laced with some truth okay, let me have this one. 

I got the pictures of "Yejun" off of instagram after looking through hundreds of accounts, trying to find one that fit my vibe. Luckily the account that I take the pictures from belongs to a very very narcissistic guy so I'm constantly getting new picture to send you if I need to. Do I feel bad lying to you? Yes of course.

I wasn't even planning on keeping this account for long. I just wanted to try and use it as some sort of escape. We met by chance and somehow along the way we just started messaging each other everyday and it's gotten to the point that I feel like there's something missing if I haven't heard from you that day. 

Some days are busier than others and I hate it. I wish I could just spend the day with you. Not just messaging you on my phone or computer but really spend time with you, in person. Somewhere along the way I started to fall for you. Don't ask me why or how, it kind of just, happened. I noticed it when I started to compare every woman I encountered to you, and none of them could live up to what you mean to me. Call me crazy but something in me is holding out the hope that someday we can be together, or at least meet. 

We've been talking to each other for months but I'm afraid that when I finally gain the courage to call you that you'll recognize my voice and that could be the beginning of the end for us. You're not even into Kpop like that, let alone my team (it hurt my ego a little bit but I got over it) but it still scares me. My attention is soon brought back to my phone as I see that you've come back online and responded to my message.

🟡 y/n is busy → 🟢 y/n is active

🟢 Yejun is active 

 Yejun: Hey sorry I got busy there for a second but no I'm free for the rest of the night. What about you? 

y/n: I'm free as well :)

Yejun: Good

y/n: Good?

Yejun: Yeah because you can pay attention to me after neglecting me all day :(

y/n: I already told you I was busyyyyyy 

Yejun: Yeah I know I was just teasing

y/n: If it makes you feel any better I really missed you <3

My breath hitches a bit at the confession. It's nothing big but for some reason it has my heart racing nonetheless.

Yejun: Yeah you better! But I missed you more ;)

y/n: Good, what are you up to?

Yejun: Nothing really, just relaxing, trying to clear my head.

y/n: Oh, is there something wrong?

Yejun: It's just that things have gotten really busy at work and I feel like I'm being stretched way too thin.

y/n: Could you maybe talk to your boss? See if there's anyways that someone could help you out?

Yejun: There's already four other people working with me so they can't really afford to spare anyone else. Plus it would throw us all off if someone else did join this late in the game. 

y/n: Oh okay that's understandable. You guys don't want to mess up the synergy you have going on right?

I smile happy that you're starting to understand me and my world without really knowing it. 

Yejun: Exactly! I couldn't have put it better myself :)

y/n: You know you can tell me anything right? I know that you like to keep things to yourself about you work and everything but if you're struggling with say your friends or you're feeling down then I'm always here <3

Yejun: Thank you y/n I really appreciate you and our friendship so much! You have no idea how much you've helped me since we first met. Life for me is just so fast paced so it's really nice to have someone who likes me for me and not for what I can do for them you know?

y/n: I totally understand, I feel the same way about you. Even though we haven't met in person I feel like you're the best friend I've ever had. Like a true friend, so thank you Yejun. You've made my days so much brighter and my nights so peaceful. I just don't know what I would do without you.

It's really me that needs you. Everything in my life from the age of 15 to 19 has been about debuting and now that I have it's just, well I don't know, things are just not the way I thought they would be. Seeing my Sunbaes debut before me just made me so excited at the prospects of someday following in their footsteps. I kept counting the days, waiting for that time to come when they would finally tell us we were going to debut. 

I was the first member of the team that would become Tomorrow x Together and the other guys trickled in bit by bit in 2016 and soon we were put together. It still took us about three years until we debuted but we worked hard every single day until we finally made it! 

A few months after we debuted though the pandemic hit, and everything about the way that idols and idol groups promoted their music and performed had completely changed. The day they told us that BTS had to postpone their world tour was the day that I knew everything was going to change.

It was hard being a new idol group and not being able to get the love, energy and support that most groups get. It just makes all of the hard work worth it when you get to see the look on people's faces and hear them cheering for you. Although my idol journey hasn't been the same as idol groups that debuted before me I wouldn't change it for the world.

The pandemic brought our team closer, but it also pushed us apart at times. Having to live together with the uncertainty of it all was nerve wrecking. It's all thanks to our Moa though, they really kept us going when times got tough. But even after the pandemic started to calm down I just couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing, that I had lost something and I wasn't sure how to find it. That's when I found you.

I had wanted to find some way I could escape from this whole idol world and just be me. Not Tomorrow x Together Yeonjun, just me Choi Yeonjun the kid who worked so hard for his dream and made it come true. I want people to like me for me, but things started to change with the people around me when I debuted. Some idols would try to befriend me, only to get closer to BTS and the friends that I had made before when I was still a trainee started to treat me differently now that I was "famous". 

The members of BTS and especially Namjoon hyung really helped me navigate this whole scene and always gave me the best advice. I watched them grow, from their tiny debut showcase and their even smaller fan meet, to their first win with I Need U. Everyday since the beginning I've seen what they're capable of and I want us to be that kind of group someday too.

Thanks to them they've opened up a lot of doors not only for us but for the whole industry. I'm always thinking of them and how much I've grown to love an support them, I always have and I always will. Plus they're all just so hilarious, they never fail to bring a smile to my face and I could never thank them enough. 

I know I'm rambling but those are the thoughts that go through my head when I try to process my life these days. There are days I want to say "Fuck this" and just leave, but there are other days that I just couldn't imagine myself doing anything else. It's come to a point where I don't think I could go on without being a part of this team, and that's gotten really unhealthy for me. This whole mindset I've found myself trapped in for these past few weeks has been utterly exhausting and the only thing that's kept me going has been you. 

I know I have my members and Moa and the company to rely on but I just want to be seen as a person, not an idol or an asset, just me. You've really brought me back down and helped me embrace my humanity again, as dramatic as that sounds it really is true. It's easy getting wrapped up in the glitz and the glamor of it all but having you really reminded me that I'm still my own person apart from all of this. It's just, I don't know...freeing I guess? Being able to just be myself, but I hate that I can't be my true self with you. 

I've adopted this persona that I have to stick to, for both of our safety. It's not that I don't trust you, it's just that I want to keep you away from all of this and keep your view of me as the same guy you've known this whole time. Yes with a new face and some tweaked physical traits but it's still me. I hope that someday if we get to meet that you won't hold it against me. I hope you'll realize that It was safer this way because I really want to keep you in my life but only for as long as you let me. 

y/n: Are you still there?

Yejun: Yeah I'm sorry I've got my head stuck in the clouds but I really do feel the same way :)

y/n: What's got you so distracted?

Yejun: Just life I just can't seem to separate myself from work you know? My work life balance isn't the best but unfortunately with the kind of job I have it's pretty much impossible to do so. 

y/n: I swear you get more and more cryptic everyday 

Yejun: I'm sorry I'll stop talking about it. What are you up to?

y/n: Nothing really, I just put on a show that I've seen before as background noise but I really have kept my night clear to talk to you and I'm glad it worked out :)

Yejun: Me too, but hey I have a question for you. Well more of a proposition...

y/n: You're scaring me but I'm all ears

Yejun: Would you maybe be free to talk right now? I just really need to hear your voice.

I've told you time and time again that I didn't feel comfortable talking on the phone but I think I need to make an exception for this time.

y/n: Are you sure? I mean yes I would love to talk to you but I just know you've been uncomfortable with the idea of calling but yes! Call whenever :)

I ask the staff to pull over into a pretty much abandoned parking lot hoping this will provide me with enough privacy. I step out of the car and let him know that I'm going to take a call and it might take a while, to which he nods and tells me not to wander off too far. 

My thumb hovers over the call button for a few moments before I finally take a deep breath and press it to start a call. It rings a few times and I can feel the anxiety build with every ring that plays until I hear a click telling me you've picked up. 

"Yejun?" I hear your voice resounds melodically.

"Um yeah hi" I say in english. Us living in different countries has also proved to be an obstacle in our relationship but it's honestly for the best. 

"Oh my gosh is it really you? I can't believe I'm actually hearing your voice!" you say clearly excited which releases so much tension I've been holding in my body all day. 

You've sent me voice notes before and if I'm honest I listen to them about twice a day but who knew that something as simple as actually speaking to you could make me feel so at peace. 

"Me neither, I don't know why I was so scared to call you but I'm so happy we are finally doing it" I say feeling like a new layer has been added onto our relationship.

"Me too, you've been sounding really down today though. I know you've already told me about it but is there anything I can do to help?" you ask.

"No it's okay love, why don't you tell me about your day instead?" I let out and start looking up at the stars. 

"Love?" you repeat, clearly surprised.

"Shit I mean-"

"No it's okay, I like it" you respond and I can hear how shy you've gotten from the accidental term of endearment.

"Really?" I ask now feeling embarrassed but also happy that you don't mind if I call you that. 

I've gotta try out other pet names to see how they will make you react because even if I can't see you I can clearly tell you're blushing. 

"Really" you say and the line goes silent for a while, neither of us knowing what we should say next. 

"So are you gonna tell me about your day silly?" I resort to, amused by your shyness. 

"Oh right, well when I got there this morning we..." you say telling me every little thing you could think about that had happened you today, and I mean it when I say that you tell me every detail but I can't help but find it incredibly endearing. 

"Yejun?" you say catching me off guard, I'm not really used to responding to that name when it's said aloud so it took me a second. 

"Hmm?" I hum in acknowledgement having lost track of your story.

"Were you even listening to me?" you laugh, clearly knowing the answer already.

I list off a few things that I had thought I had heard but unfortunately had gotten wrong.

"Yeah you said something about spilling your tea on yourself while you were at home and had to change again before you left right?"

"It was actually coffee and I spilled it on my coworker and they had to send it out for dry cleaning but luckily he keeps a spare set of clothes at his desk"

"Oh yeah and he said that you had to give him the money to pay for the dry cleaning"

"No he was really chill about it and I offered to buy him lunch as an apology so I went to go pick something up for us on our break so it would be ready for us during lunch"

"Right right and you went to go get fried chicken and they took forever" 

"I swear your mind is something else because it sounds like you know the plot but somewhere along the way lost all the details of the story" you say laughing at me and I know know now that I got it bad. I know it might seem foolish to say that I'm in love with someone that I haven't even met but there's just something about you.

"I'm sorry love, I just really love the sound of your voice so I kind of got lost in it. I'm not ignoring you I promise I guess that I'm just getting a little tired"

"Oh so I'm boring you to sleep?" you say sternly

"No y/n that's not what I meant I-"

"I know, I just wanted to hear how you would sound when you were panicked" 

"You're mean" I pout, really feeling scared that I already messed things up between us.

"Aw you love me" you say so simply that I choke on air before my mind can even fully process what she had just said.

"You okay over there?" you laugh clearly amused at my reactions to your teasing. 

"Yep *cough cough* all good" I say trying to calm myself down, this is so embarrassing, I don't even know how to respond to subtle flirting from you. It's come so easily to me when I'm with my members and even Moas but I guess since I don't have feelings for any of them like I do with you it's just a little more nerve wracking.

"Maybe I should let you go so you can get some sleep. It's probably really late over there right?" 

"Yeah I guess you're right. I just wish that the time difference didn't make things so difficult for us" I say taking a deep breath in and letting it out to calm myself. 

"Me too, but we finally spoke on the phone so at least that's something! We should do this more often!" you say trying to cheer me up. 

"Definitely! I'll let you know next time I'm free to call and you do the same for me okay? Maybe we could squeeze each other into our schedules a bit more" I say hopeful that something like that might work. 

"Sounds good. Goodnight Yejun" you let out in a melancholy tone.

"Have a good rest of your day love" I finish before hanging up. 

After finally getting back to the city and making our way to the dorm I'm reminded of the way I left in the middle of an argument. 

"Are you going to be okay Yeonjun?" the staff asks, clearly concerned knowing that something set off the need for this impromptu trip. "Yeah I just lost my temper but I'll be fine. Thank you for tonight, I know I kept you out for a lot longer than you're used to". "It's okay kid, I knew you needed it. Let me know if you need anymore late night drives again. Oh and Yeonjun" he calls out before I'm able to close the door. "I hope she's worth it" he says with a sad smile, clearly aware of what had just happened. "She is, don't worry" I say giving him a shy smile in return. "Have a good night, get home safe" I say and close the door after we finished saying our goodbyes. 

Walking in the door I'm greeted by the sight of Beomgyu sitting in the living room with a dim light providing us with a soft golden glow. "I really don't want to hear it tonight" I say starting to make my way to my room. "Please, I just want to apologize" he lets out, clearly remorseful. I stop in my tracks and think for a second before finally caving and sitting down on the seat opposite of him and wait for him to continue. 

"I'm sorry for the way I spoke to you today, it was uncalled for and I know that" he says pausing, giving me a chance to respond. "I know you're just concerned for the team and you're right, we have a duty to each other as a team but also we have a duty to each other as people. This has been going on for months and no one else has found out besides you because you're nosy" I say smiling at him, showing him a playful attitude rather than an accusatory one.

"I'm being careful don't worry okay? I wouldn't jeopardize the team like that. As much as it hurts me to have to keep my life a secret from her, she's very understanding about it all and isn't pushing me to tell her anything. Just please let me have this Gyu, I've got it under control" I say hoping we can leave it at that. "Okay, I trust you" he says and we sit in silence for a while until he speaks up. 

"You spoke to her on the phone tonight didn't you?" he asks with a sly smile. "No...yes...how do you know?" I ask confused as to how he could read me so quickly. "Because you looked so happy when you came in here verses how you left. A miracle had to have happened to curb that temper" he says clearly happy he was right. "Goodnight Beomgyu" I say and get up to make moves to go to bed, rolling my eyes at his cheekiness before I smack him upside the head and run off with him yelling and running after me. 

"Choi Yeonjun" I hear being yelled from inside of Soobin's room clearly having been woken up by our shenanigans. "Goodnight everyone" I yell back and close the door and lock it behind me providing me safety for the rest of the night. I let out and breath and shrug off the jacket I had been wearing and throw it on my desk chair and I soon hear a quite notification pop up and confused as to who it might be I pull out my phone right away and I smile instantly reading the message over and over and over again. 

y/n: Goodnight love talk to you tomorrow <3 

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[palelaboratory]

Older Jill Valentine gives you a real lesson (Warning: Full-on angst)

DISCLAIMER; I do NOT condone drink driving. Drink driving KILLS.

۶ৎ No, I haven't driven drunk before. But I've seen firsthand what it can do, and what it has done.

۶ৎ Full-on angst, lots of scolding, Jill is angry as fuck, but more hurt than angry, I'm now guilty although I did nothin, reader is reckless, don't be like reader.

Your legs shake restlessly above the cold floor in the police station, hands twisting the crumpled water bottle in your lap. You bite at your already chapped lips, mouth too dry, too nervous, too overstimulated to even scroll through your phone. A heavy sigh escapes you every few minutes, eyes flicking to the ticking clock, as if the faster you shake your legs, the faster time would fly.

You were lucky. Lucky that the police at your college station weren’t too strict. Lucky you hadn’t even drunk that much. Lucky that the breathalyzer reading wasn’t enough to ruin you. Lucky that it was 4 AM, and maybe they were too tired to care. But your parents did. They had given you an earful, both of them, which meant it was serious. You just sat there and took it, the way you always did. And they were right. You were lucky to have your guardian angels by your side.

Still, the weight of what could have happened lingers. Expulsion. Jail time. And as you imagined yourself in a pathetic little cell, the image alone makes you grin a little, nervous laughing, especially with all your nerves worked up, until you see her.

That familiar grey cardigan at the entrance. No smiles. Barely a glance in your direction as she signs the papers at the desk. Your stomach twists into dead knots, and even the butterflies, long since dead, seem to flutter. You take a deep breath, dragging your feet toward her, shoulders hunched in guilt.

She was just a little angry, naturally. That’s what you told yourself as you slid into the passenger seat, the door clicking shut with a weight heavier than it should’ve been. You figured she wouldn’t take this too seriously. I mean, she’s seen worse. It’s not like you killed someone. And you barely drank, right? The car ride was in silence, besides the soft hum of the engine.

"Are you alright?"

"Are you hurt?"

Thank gosh. She was just making sure you were okay. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad. The next words after a few moments hit like a gut punch.

"What were you thinking?"

Her voice was too calm. Too steady. 

Great, just as you were thinking it was a good time to take off your jacket, your fingers paused slowly at the zipper, the air in the car was already suffocating. You opened your mouth, scrambling for something to say, but nothing came out.

"The breathalyzer reading wasn’t even high-”

"I don’t, care how high it was. You were drinking and driving."

"I know, and I’m sorry. This was my first time and I-”

"What if it was your last?"

Jill pulled over to the sidewalk, shutting the engine with a sharp flick of her wrist. Despite it all, she still had enough sense to keep you both safe. She was just that kind of woman

The weight of her anger wasn’t loud. It made your throat tighten, your pulse quicken. You didn’t even dare to look at her.

"You’re old enough to know better." Her knuckle tightened around the steering wheel, the leather groaning under her grip. "Aren’t you fucking ashamed of yourself?"

Your stomach twisted at her words, you didn’t answer, and she wasn’t done.

"What you did tonight disgusts me."

The tears pricked at the edges of your eyes before you could stop them. You had already gotten an earful from everyone else. You didn’t need this from her either.

"Keep those tears to yourself." Her voice was sharp. "I don’t want to see it. You hear me?"

You swallowed hard, blinking rapidly to try to get rid of the pathetic tears.

"Do you ever think about your parents? Do you even realize how fucking worried they always are, miles away, while their daughter is out doing god knows what every night? You told me you were home at 1 AM? Why did you lie?”

"You’re a fucking disgrace-”

"I told you this was my first time and that it won’t happen again and it’s not like I was doing drugs or!-” Useless words tumbled out and your voice cracked under the weight of it all, tears breaking through despite her warning.

"Don’t you dare try to justify this." Her voice was quieter now, making it way worse. "Do you think that makes it better? That you only had a little? That it was just this once?

She turned to you then, eyes dark and glossy with so much, emotion. "Didn’t the incident last year teach you anything?"

Jill’s voice wasn’t just angry anymore. Her grip on the wheel was so tight her knuckles turned white. "I don’t want to be the one to find you-”

She cut herself off, holding her breath. Her jaw clenched, eyes pleading. Then, just as quickly, she looked away, fixing her gaze straight ahead at nothing, as a lump forms in her throat.

For the first time, you noticed it, the way her voice had cracked, just barely. The way her breathing was a little uneven, her lips pressed so tightly together they trembled.

Jill, Jill was more than angry. She was worried sick, so hurt. 

And that, felt worse than all the yelling in the world. You were stupid. So fucking dumb. You had worried your parents. You had hurt Jill. That barely there tremble, the one she tried so hard to hide. Wallowing in your own shame, you stared blankly at the window, your reflection a blurred mess against the dim streetlights. 

Never again.

[joeys-babe]

Someday We’ll Be Together

Chapter 5: Can I get your number?

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(y/n's pov)

when we got back to joes house after practice i grabbed my stuff that i had left there this morning.

"are you gonna come back over later?" - joe

"yeah sure, i'm gonna shower and get presentable first." - you

"i'll make us some lunch if you want." - joe

"sounds good joe, thanks. i'll see ya later." - you walked over to the front door

"yeah bye y/n!" - joe

"bye joe!" - you smiled at him as you shut the door and made your way over to your house

i knew as soon as i walked through the door my parents would be ready to berate me with questions.

i was right; as soon as i walked through the door i saw my mom standing in the kitchen.

"why are you smiling?" - your mom grinned

"nothing." - you

"mhm, so how was hanging out with joe last night and going to practice today?" - your mom

"really good. last night we were having movie night but it ended up going a different direction. lexie was at a party and joe found out she was making out with another guy." - you

"oh my gosh, bless his heart! did he finally break up with her?" - your mom

"yes, that's why i stayed the night. he was really upset and didn't want me to leave." - you

"awwww how sweet. now how did practice go?"

- your mom

"good! two girls that are dating players walked up to me since i was alone and asked if i wanted to sit with them. they were really nice and we hit it off." - you

"look at you already making friends with the WAG's!" - your mom

"mom." - you rolled your eyes

"i'm just teasing. are you going back over to joes today?" - your mom

"yup, i'm gonna shower and change then head over there for lunch." - you

"sounds good!" - your mom

after talking to my mom, i went upstairs to my room and finally got in the shower. it felt good to wash the sweat from being at the practice fields off.

when i got out i dried off and did my skincare before blow drying my hair and putting it in a ponytail.

once that was done i put a pair of jean shorts on along with a random band shirt i had.

i didnt wear much makeup, just mascara. growing up i had really bad acne and practically caked my face to cover it up, now wearing a lot of makeup just brought back bad memories of insecurity.

now that i was finally done getting ready i grabbed my keys, phone, and water bottle before heading downstairs.

"going over to joes now!" - you

"okay! have fun." - your dad winked

"dad." - you glared at him before leaving

as i was walking across the road i noticed a couple cars parked in joes driveway. who's here?

i knocked on the door and my heart stopped when i the door opened and i made eye contact with #85.

"oh you must be y/n! i'm tee, joes teammate."

- tee smiled

"yeh that's me, it's lovely to meet you." - you

"oh come in, sorry" - tee laughed when he moved to the side and let you in

tee shut the door behind me and was now standing next to me.

"joes in the kitchen making lunch, i'm assuming you're here of him?" - tee

"uh yeah, but i can chat with you for a bit." - you

"cool." - tee smiled

we moved over to the couch and sat down next to each other.

"y/n that's my spot!" - ja'marr

"oh hey marr!" - you turned to see ja'marr behind you

"hey! haven't seen you since college, you look great." - ja'marr

"you too! it's crazy you and joe got drafted by the same team, huh?" - you asked as ja'marr sat on the other side of tee

"oh for sure, and sam too you know since they played together at ohio state." - ja'marr

"i talked to his girlfriend today at practice, she seems really nice." - you

"oh she is, she told sam that you had been looking rather closely at one player." - ja'marr

"what- what are you talking about?" - you stuttered

"do you really think i'm cute?" - tee smirked

"yeah" - you returned the smile

tee opened his mouth, about to say something back but joe interrupted him.

"food's ready!" - joe yelled from the kitchen

"finally" - ja'marr jumped up from the couch and ran into the kitchen

tee and i stood up as well but he grabbed my wrist.

"how about we go out to dinner tomorrow night? you seem sweet, and you're really pretty. i'd love to get to know you." - tee

"i'd like that." - you smiled

tee let out a breath he didn't know he was holding in.

"good. can i get your number? i'll text you a time and address tomorrow." - tee

"yeh of course." - you got your phone out and exchanged numbers with tee

little did you know, joe was watching the whole exchange from the kitchen. he was left feeling lots of feelings jealous, upset, disappointed. not disappointed in you or tee, disappointed that his feelings that were coming back would have to be shoved away again.

*time skip - the next day*

right now i was currently getting ready for my dad with tee; at least i think it's a date. he said he wanted to get to me, but never fully said it was a date.

tee had texted me early today with a address to the restaurant we were going to, i looked some pictures up online to see what kind of outfit i'd have to wear. it was nice but not super upscale so i thought some jeans and a nice top would do the trick.

i had just finished up curling my hair when i heard the doorbell ring. i hurried down the stairs to get to the door first, definitely didn't want to put tee in an awkward spot with my mom or dad.

the thing is when i went downstairs it seemed like neither of my parents cared at all that tee was at the door. my dad was sitting on the couch and scrolling on his phone while my mom was making dinner in the kitchen.

"okay i'm off to my date, i'll see you guys later!"

- you

"have fun" - your dad mumbled, not even taking his eyes off of his phone

"what's up with you guys?" - you

"nothing, just go enjoy your night." - your mom

"okay.." - you opened the door

tee looked so handsome. he was wearing dressier clothes and for a second i wondered if i should go upstairs and change, but what tee said as soon as he saw me made me change my mind.

"woah y/n, you look beautiful." - tee

"thanks, you don't look too bad yourself. wanna get going?" - you

tee smiled and nodded before walking over to his car, he opened my door for me and i thanked him as i slid in.

as tee was walking over to the drivers side, i saw jimmy and robin walking up the stairs on the porch.

"oh hey tee!" - robin

"hey mrs. b!" - tee

"what are ya doing here?" - robin

"picking up y/n, we're going out to dinner." - tee smiled

"aww you guys have fun" - robin smiled warmly before walking into the house

at least someone's supportive.

jimmy and robin were definitely coming over for dinner and for a second i was wondering where joe was, but it makes sense why he wouldn't come over. i think he knows that tee and i are going on a date because ever since after lunch yesterday he won't answer my texts or calls.

"have you talked to joe at all.. since lunch yesterday?" - you

"he avoided me at practice this morning, so no. same thing with you i'm guessing?" - tee

"yup... i think he knows that we're on a date. i just don't know why it's making him this upset."

- you

"i mean i know you guys are best friends, and i'm his teammate, but you'd think he'd be happy for you." - tee

"yeah.." - you stared at the window, it was silent for a few minutes before tee broke it 

"i'm not gonna lie, i knew who you were before yesterday." - tee

"how so?" - you

"joe talks about you all the time, i'm sure everyone he comes in contact with knows the name y/n." - tee

i laughed before thinking of a response. this is the third time someones told me joe talks about me all the time. what on earth could he possibly be talking about?

"you're not the first person that's told me that.. what does joe say about me?" - you

"nothing bad or anything, just says you're his best friend and how much he cares about you. it kinda got old when id try to send him tiktoks and he'd reply with y/n already sent me that." - tee

"i do send him a lot of tiktoks." - you laughed

"can i ask you something? you have to be completely honest." - tee

"of course." - you

"have you ever.. liked joe?" - tee

"back in college i had a little crush on him, but it's been over for a long time." - you

"okay, i just wanted to make sure." - tee

"make sure of what?" - you

"that you didn't still like him. i felt like there might've been something going on between you two." - tee

"what why?" - you

"i mean it's kinda ironic that just shortly after you move back down here he breaks up with his girlfriend. i mean ja'marr, sam, and i have been trying to get him to break up with her since the start." - tee

"my feelings for joe ended a long time ago, i promise. now let's not ruin our date by talking about him." - you

"okay" - tee

(joes pov)

i reluctantly walked over to the y/l/n's for dinner awhile after y/n and tee left. i didn't want to leave my house, but i didn't really have food to fix here so it looked like i had to go over there.

"joe! i didn't think you were gonna come." - robin

"me neither." - joe scoffed

"what's with the attitude?" - robin

"tired." - joe shrugged

y/n's mom could read me like a book, so i wasn't surprised when she started asking me questions when we were in the kitchen alone.

"you sure you're just tired?" - your mom

"mhm" - joe

"not because y/n and tee are on a date?" - your mom

"i don't feel like talking about it." - joe

"so that is what it's about though?" - your mom

"maybe." - you

"aww joe, honey. what part about it makes you upset?" - your mom

"it's not because she's going on a date with another guy, i dont care about that. it's just that tees my teammate you know? she's like a sister to me.. like what if he hurts her and i just have to play football with him like nothing happened."

- joe

"i understand your concern, but i think y/n's smart enough to get herself out of a situation before she gets hurt. even if it were to happen."

- your mom

"i know. now i just seen like a jealous dick."

- joe

"you're not being unreasonable joe. but can i ask you this? if it wasn't your teammate, would you still be a little upset?" - your mom

i looked up at her for a few seconds before i sighed out of defeat.

"yes." - joe

"see joe! you still have feelings for her!" - your mom

(y/n's pov)

it was after my dinner date with tee and we were sitting in his car in the dairy queen parking lot as we ate our ice cream.

"y/n, can i be honest with you?" - tee

"of course, tee" - you

"i think you're a really great girl, but i don't think we're gonna go on a second date." - tee

"what why?" - you asked out of confusion, you had thought the date went really well

"i think we'd be better off as friends.. and there's something i just don't think you're noticing." - tee

"what's that something?" - you

"the fact that you still have feelings for joe." - tee

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authors note: me consistently updating?! whaaaaaaaaaaat?!!!??!

hope you enjoyed ❤️

[dailylifeonmadmire]

April 24, 2025

Saharah was on Madmire again, and I have been so excited to see her! She always has such interesting things, and I'll admit I would 100% wreck my interior design if she had something I liked enough. Sometimes her wallpapers and flooring almost seem alive! I also have three of her previous tickets, and I hope I can cash those in today.

I thought something was interesting in the window of the Able Sisters again, but after I tried it on...it wasn't for me. Milkmaid doesn't really fit the vibe right now, especially those long sleeves. The temperature just keeps going up and up, I feel like I'll have to change out of my long-sleeve sweaters sooner rather than later. Sable seemed really excited to see me though!

I also wanted to spend the day attempting to lay down some more fencing and decor in villagers' yards. Although starting with Roswell...may have been a bad idea. I liked this new fence D.I.Y. recipe I got, and it is pretty just does not work with the shape of things. I'm indifferent, in fact, I kinda hate it.

So, I took a break from it all to finally go looking for that Brewster fella. I'm sure Blathers won't mind that it's taken me a few days, he's fine...right? I thought Kapp'n would be a good place to start, and boy I hit the jackpot. I made sure to check the photo that Blathers gave me, and sure enough, this bird is the only and only Brewster! I told him about the situation on Madmire, and he said he would be there as soon as he could. Guess we're getting a cafe! I wonder if it's gonna be anything like that famous coffee chain from the old country? Shapebucks? Startrucks? I don't really remember the name at this point, but boy did they make some SUPER sugary drinks.

Thinking of Brewster does remind me, I haven't dabbled much in the gyroids since learning more about him. I found a decent area in Madmire, and decided to fully develop a "gyroid garden" so that I had a place for anymore of these things I find. It's not perfect, but at least it's a better use of that fencing than in Roswell's yard. Even the one gyroid I already had seems happy here!

I also made a decision: I NEED to take care of these weeds. Why should I pay Leif when I could sell them to Timmy and Tommy? It felt like it took forever, at least an hour or so but I did it. It was hundreds of weeds, but boy did I make a pretty penny! Or a pretty bell, I guess, is the terminology here. Then while I was in the store, I asked about turnips and OH MY GOSH. I could not believe it, it was such a shock. I was never one to work with stocks or gamble on luck back in the old country, but these turnips sure are worth it sometimes! Maybe I should take a small break from them after this, I'll admit...I might be getting a little too lucky.

The last few things I did today were just some light errands. I went swimming and caught another scallop for that oddball little otter; I guess he really likes waffles, or maybe he prefers pancakes? I'm not sure anymore. Then Gala was home, so I stopped by, and she was making some really tasty sounding cupcakes. She even shared the recipe with me. I did stop by Saharah when I found her around the island and purchased some things, but I didn't put any of them within the home quite yet. I didn't feel like playing the floor is lava today!

When I was about to call it a night, Pinky came in and kind of...what's a nice way of saying barged in without even knocking? I guess there's not one. She came to just hang out, and at least she gave me a peach as a snack. But man, that got annoying real fast. Hope Pinky doesn't make this a habit...

[mgnifiqueyoo]

' We're the same. ' With a troubled past, one of FNC's greatest has fallen from grace after such sloppy work. Leaving Milan, the Poetesse returns to Seoul to redeem herself, guided by her equal. A thorn on the first day; a rose on the next. But as love deepens further, chaos just can't stop coming in between.

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word count: 2.3k

genre/s: romance, mystery, action, crime, angst, fluff, thriller

main theme/s: enemies to lovers, assassins

There's a melody in my head.

Remember that song by that one band I keep forgetting about? The song goes along the lines of Sally waiting, and that has always been my favorite song ever since I first turned on the radio. It's funny to think that the first song that comes up would be my favorite, but you know, I wasn't offered the choice to choose a playlist when I was in prison.

Juvy.

I've come a long way from that.

The song even followed me to Milan, where I live in an old, quiet flat alongside a few neighbors. I'm narrating all of this from my point of view, even though no one really would listen to what I think; although, I do think the things I think about are interesting... Well, that's quite a tongue twister.

Okay, let's go back to the actual story. I'm getting way too distracted.

Hanging up the wet jet black jacket on the rack, I heard a few knocks on my door. Strange. I haven't had anyone knock on my door since last week.

"That's new." I quickly took the pistol from the coffee table next to my couch, gripping it firmly behind my back. I was slowly heading my way to the front door when I heard that familiar cough.

Oh, thank god.

It's just my boss.

"Keeho!" I exclaimed with such joy (and relief), welcoming him with a tight hug. No, not as tight as a chokehold. Just a normal, painless, and heartwarming hug. "È così bello vederti!"

Gosh, I've been waiting for his call since my last task. Unlike before, the two of us were more like roommates until I was transferred here, and life here was good. So, so good to me that I sometimes forget that I cut off the strings of a rando's life. FNC, on the other hand, had the real chokehold on him for the past few months, and I guess he needs to make up for whatever it is that's bothering the board.

"Woah, your Italian's getting a lot better," he complimented, his eyes seemingly widening at how natural it sounded. Well, I've had a few teachers. "No wonder the company didn't want to let you go."

"Well, I had someone believing in me and here I am... Being the best in my position." I returned the compliment to him, which made him chuckle. It didn't take him long to enter my apartment, his gaze fixated on the newly washed clothes that were hung up on the rack.

"So... what exactly brought you here again?"

Even if we were bonded at the hip, I knew that he was here for business, and I had no problem with that. Why? Because if the business never took place, then I wouldn't have met someone who'd pull me out of my misery, which is a nice feeling.

In just a second, the crinkle he had between his eyebrows disappeared as he put on a smile. "Oh, it's nothin'. Just a psychological check-up for you from FNC," he said, nodding eagerly as I did the same. "It wouldn't be such a bother if both of us returned to Seoul, right?"

"To Seoul? Are you serious? Is there no one else here who could do that for me?" I questioned, and he just shook his head. "... Oh? So, I really have to go all the way there instead of doing a check-up here." I have to be honest, I don't want to leave Milan at all. I have the best clothes. Nice apartment. And I wasn't a familiar face.

I already have a life here, and it's a good one.

"Then, I guess we will fly back. It's no problem." I smiled, pouring myself some cheap wine in one of those stunted, short glasses. No choice: I'm quite literally a free man with a target on his back. He pulled out a stapled paper bag from his coat, which had the money I was looking forward to since last night. To be honest, these fights aren't even that tough. I've had tougher ones in juvy; fights that I wasn't sure if I'd make it out of. But I did make it out and now, I'm here.

And for some fucking reason, I needed to fly back to Seoul. "You have twenty-four hours to pack up. I'll see you at the airport." Keeho, once again, waved his hand goodbye as he left the apartment. Well, honestly, it's not really that big of a deal. It's just a psychological check-up. I'm sure my mind isn't off the rails right now. I mean, I'm good at my job and maybe even the best, which is why I'm not stuck in Seoul, and it helps because I don't ever want to go back there.

The day after that, I found myself sitting next to Keeho once again, wearing a hat and a pair of sunglasses to keep myself away from the attention. No pink boots. Nothing. Just a regular, black, fitted top and a pair of slacks. It's depressing to be in these clothes – I feel a little bad for the office people who wear this mundane shit – but then, again, I'm going back to where I started and the Poétesse could be recognizable there, which is so not fetch.

For fuck's sake, it's like mental torture already. Maybe I did need that check-up because these clothes are just miserable. "Are you sure that I'm not in trouble?" I couldn't keep my mouth shut the moment we stepped out of Jeju Airlines as worry started to sink in. I didn't want to disappoint him or anyone else in the organization. I owe them too much. "I mean, what if I get fired?"

"No, you will not. Besides, it's just a little inspection," Keeho said with a rather comforting tone as he even let me inside his car first before going inside himself. "There's nothing to worry about, I can assure you. FNC is just like this... A little spontaneous as usual."

I hope he's saying this for real because the last time he said it wasn't a big deal, I was kept hostage by some crazy billionaire. Crazier than I am, huh? Such a weirdo. Possibly a pervert.

It wasn't fun to be trapped in his basement for more than a week but thankfully, my trusty handler, Keeho, was there to save the day. There's been so many times I almost died but this job is... It's just complicated; I have a golden leash that turns into a noose every time I hit a curb. Thanks, FNC.

"I'm glad you're finally here, my favorite." Rowoon, also known as the founder, welcomed the two of us into his office as I remembered the first time I ever walked into this room. It was the month of June, the time when I was bailed out of prison and had some of my information deleted.

"It's nice to see you too, Mr. Kim," I greeted back, slightly bowing my head down as I headed towards the empty seat. Another unusual thing is that he has this other guy around. That's not something I'd expect from a private meeting, but FNC has its ways... I think? Now, I'm just not sure of what's happening.

But I'm sure FNC has it handled.

"I'm sure you two have already met, right?" The big boss had his palms lying over the unseen air as if he were showcasing prizes from a game show. Yes, I've met this dark-haired, pale, and tall man in jet-black yet high fashion before, but only once and... I didn't like him completely; he was annoying to me. I just don't see the point in dressing like that, bland and boring. Where are the colors? Why do the others dress in funeral shades? I mean, if you're good at this job, wear it with confidence.

It's like saying condolences to the job, which makes sense, but why do the clothes have to pay respect to the dead? They don't even know them; Clothes don't even speak. "Of course, we've met- Why is he here?" I asked in a rather demanding tone because there's no way that the man sitting on the other side is my psychiatrist for the day. Did Keeho lie to me? I'm not even surprised, but I'm getting concerned about what words the big boss tells me. "I thought this was a mental health evaluation? A check-up?"

Am I getting fired? This is not great for my blood pressure.

Rowoon sighs, clasping his hands together with a nervous smile creeping up his face. "... This isn't therapy, is it?" I asked again, disappointment diving in without a cue as I side-eyed the other assassin, who already knew what was up. Just as I thought that I'd be returning here to live my life casually, even for a tiny second, I should've known it wasn't possible.

I kill people, what the hell is this about?

"You got that right," he murmured, still finding it difficult to tell me all the things that they've had planned. "... FNC... Well, we're sort of fucked at the moment."

I tilted my head to the side, curious about the matter. That's a new sentence from him. Usually, he'd either scold me for going too far with the job or he'd tell me that I deserved a raise, which would cover both Keeho and I. So, what's the meaning of this?

Why is FNC, a multimillion dollar private organization, fucked at the moment?

"Just two days ago, two of our interns were murdered at midnight." Rowoon then slid the folder over his desk, presenting the two victims. One was named Na Kamden, a newbie who started training a few months ago, while the other one was named Choi Jiho, a highly skilled hacker. "Their bodies were found in the lobby with these letters scribbled over their foreheads."

ㅈ ㅇ

Then, we saw the two letters written in what seemed like their own blood as I furrowed my brows. As much as I've done worse in the field, I'm just not a fan of these sick bastards like a hypocrite; I know they're just doing their jobs, but no need to kill off interns. For fuck's sake, they aren't even paid yet. "Do those seem familiar to you?" He asked, pointing at the symbols as I shook my head, later seeing how the other assassin did the same. It's strange that something like this would happen inside the company.

Maybe it's a mole.

Or maybe not. I don't know, I'm not a police officer.

But one thing I noticed for sure is that the son of a bitch had precise yet different technique. Bruises over the neck and taped-up mouths. It's classic strangling with a twist, as if it were someone like me who did it.

Is it a copycat assassin? I'm not sure at all.

"Fortunately, Mr. Yoon looked into more info, and here's what we've found." He slid another open folder next to the previous one, showing us the name of a famous tech company, "Zerobase Technologies."

What does that have to do with this?

"After doing a little more digging, I believe that Zerobase Technologies might be holding a form of blackmail against us... And that's why you two, my best talents, need to cooperate on this one."

Every bit of my nerves tingle just by hearing that last sentence from him. I know this is no ordinary task, but does he really think that I can't do this all by myself? I'm going to prove him wrong because I don't need anyone like Theo to accompany me. It's not impossible that the mastermind is just some old, scruffy man from some other foreign country. He's killed two interns from FNC, I know, but this scenario has been going on for ages. It's a big deal but unsurprising; I probably only need Theo when I'm about to die or something, which never happens, and I'm sure it never will.

But it could offer a lot of fun, I hope. "Wait, do you think I'm not capable of doing this on my own?" My words have never sounded as overconfident as ever, but what's not to be so confident about my skills? Numerous handlers told me they wished I were theirs, but that's the problem. Keeho doesn't claim to own me. We are equals.

"It's not that I think that... You're just a little sloppy these days." Rowoon's tone shifted to a more sarcastic tone as I let out a scoff, offended.

"Sloppy?! Where did that come from?"

"Remember, you are not an artist. You're a poet."

He crossed his arms, having a rather dominating stance, as I could just feel how Keeho buried his face under one palm. "I don't need any of your murals. I want silent work... much like how Theo does it."

"Ugh," I uttered, rolling my eyes shamelessly. "I'd rather work solo."

Being compared to another assassin wasn't what I asked for. I didn't even ask to fly back here just to be ranked lower than somebody else. God, I want to point a rifle at every single one of 'em.

Sleale, as the Italians say.

And what's even more annoying is the smirk painted on Theo's face like he tricked someone into walking down the staircase to hell without his awareness. "... But I must say, maybe Poétesse is right. Maybe it's better if we work separately... You did say we're your best talents." He tried persuading the founder, but it was no use; the look of hesitance dawning over his perfect, prince-like looks. No wonder he's so proud of himself over me being basically put down. He's nothing but a privileged assassin. A weird combination, but I can name a few of them.

"You both have no choice. I want whoever is behind this dead and gone, are we clear?"

Ugh.

What an ass.

[gamerbearmira]

AIR BENDA❗

I still haven't watched all of Atla, likely won't but. HEY GOOGLE EXISTS AND. I WANNA WRITE FOR THIS AU.

Been trying to give au's that don't get attention, have gotten a lot as of late/forgotten aus more stuff. Art takes a lot more time, but writing I can do anywhere and I can do a lot more. So. Here this is.

Lea get it

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Mirabel pulled her nightdress over her head, readjusting her glasses as she put her bow onto her vanity. After she left her room, she glanced up and down the hallway. The family was asleep, or at least in their rooms. She felt Casita's tiles shift and she shushed the house playfully.

"I know, but it'll only take a second," Mirabel whispered before going downstairs. It was a routine at this point. Since she didn't bend anything on her 5th birthday, she figured she was a late bloomer. After all, her primos and hermanas could bend. Her mama, tia, and tio could. So she just had to be able to bend something...right?

And it wasn't like she was singled out because she couldn't bend. Her abuela, papa, and tio Félix couldn't bend. And she had trained with melee so far, and she found it fun! But...something deep down wanted her to be able to bend. She just wanted to be like the other family members.

So, every night, before she went to sleep, she would go up to the table and try to bend something. Of course, she hadn't been successful in the past 5, almost 6 years but...she wasn't giving up now. Something told her she was close. Her next birthday was soon, her 11th, and she wasn't gonna give up now.

She finally came up to the familiar room she had been in and walked back several times. She could see the four objects used to see if a Madrigal child could bend were sitting then. A bowl of water, a few rocks, a candle, and some marbles. The marbles had never been used. No one could airbend. The only airbender had been her Abuelo, Pedro. But he was long gone, and no one in the entire village had been able to end the air. Water and Fire were common, but Earth wasn't unheard of; there was her Tio Bruno and her sister Luisa. (Though something told her her littlest primo, Antonio would also be able to earth bend come his fifth birthday).

"Ok," Mirabel said taking a deep breath. "Two thousand-ish times the charm. Right, Casita?" Miravel asked and the gave a positive reaction, encouraging the girl. Casita was a big supporter. Of course, her family was also there, but they didn't exactly know she did this. Dolores did but...she didn't tell anyone.

Mirabel raised her hand. She copied a move she had seen Isabela and her mama do a million times. The water was still. No result. Moving onto the rocks, her arms shot forward as she stomped her feet. Still, no result. The fire reflected off her glasses as her hands moved gracefully about her. The fire didn't even flicker. Mirabel pursed her lips as she looked at the marbles.

She didn't know any airbending moves. No one did. Her abuela had shown one off, one that Pedro had taught her. Of course, no one was able to use it, but it was pretty cool to watch and fun to do. Mirabel took in one last deep breath as she raised her hands. Her movements were fluid, natural even as she moved. As were all of her movements, she practiced all the elements of basic moves at least a million times, and she loved dancing. Bending was a lot like dancing, at least to her. Her hand was closed as she stopped in front of the marbles.

And they moved.

Her eyes widened as she stared at them. They. Moved. She looked at Casita's beams. They were still before something similar to a shrug revealed that Casuta wasn't even sure. Mirabel's arms shook as she once again performed the move. The moved again. They lifted off the table.

"Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh!" Mirabel felt a smile spread across her face as she picked the marbles up. She used her free hand to gently spin a circle around them. The air around them shifted, and they lifted out of her palm and into the air. "Oh my go-" Casita bumped into her feet cutting off. She silenced herself. It was late, that's right. Everyone was asleep, and she didn't want to wake anyone up, especially not little Antonio.

But she could bend! Finally, finally, after all these years. She was right, she was just a late bloomer!

"I have to practice," Mirabel whispered before grabbing the marbles and rushing up to her room. She giggled softly as she sat on her bed. She decided not to tell her family yet. She would wait until the next morning. In the meantime, she was going to practice and practice. Even if it took all night.

Mirabel spun the marbles around and around. It was just so...well she couldn't even describe it. But she was happy. More than happy. She couldn't describe it.

And she couldn't wait to tell her family in the morning.

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WHEN THE MARBLES❓

No but I did wanna do something like this. Mirabel bending air is so rad. And she's the only one aince her abuelo who could do it. Now whether Pedro was an Avatar or not is up for debate. If he was, it would make sense how he died, I mean Aang had mad folks after him so.

Idk what do y'all think