#shes been asking me for tips on singing and no one also seems to see how that feels like twisting the knife.

[bluinary]

Waking up crying because after 2 years of grinding and understudying I was called back to play a real lead for a renowned director (me out of 3 girls total) and I lost the role to a girl who just auditioned here for the first time. The worst part is that I am also her understudy for the show before that!

#and it feels like no one actually gives a fuck. im being constantly invalidated #“thats showbiz” bitch this is a community theatre that prides itself on fairness #im not saying I shouldve just gotten the role bc ive been there. either role. #i am saying though that playing a fucking lead has historically been treated like a privilege. #because it can lead to huge opportunities once ppl see you that way #and tbf I nailed the callback. even the girl cast (whos also my new friend) said honestly she was sure it was me. #before i was even called back i had fellow actors saying id be perfect for it #i know why he cast the other girl. there are multiple reasons. #but honestly her reasons and mine weigh much the same. and she just got there. #im emphasizing SHE JUST GOT THERE #she even told me she just wanted to be involved #this is the 2nd time this has happened to me and im really fucking sick of it. #and now that ive regained some weight.....who tf else will cast me #i dont want to have to go all ED again i dont have the money or energy #also I cant dance very well. at least not in callbacks. i always forget what move comes next and i bomb it. #anyway. now im waking up crying. and its coming from a selfish place so no one is here to give a fuck. #this is the worst position to be in lmfao. if i have feelings about something im the villain and a diva. #i have to be “humble” but oh!! dont be down on yourself either!! have pride!! #this month has sucked so bad. #blu babbles #also. shes really good! but shes absolutely not THAT good lmfao. her presence is awesome and she dances well #and her voice is really nice! shes a triple threat but like. all areas are just *at* the bar yknow? #for me ive been told my acting is also at the bar my dancing is just below the bar and my voice is way above the bar. #shes been asking me for tips on singing and no one also seems to see how that feels like twisting the knife. #ik its not intentional. shes just naive. but it still hurts. it hurts really really bad. #im like @ god if you want me to have faith and confidence in myself why are you making me into a loser #first i lose my ex. then my car gets fucked up. also its been cloudy for 2+ weeks so depression. then i gain weight. #now i lose BOTH roles i was called back for. #i dont even want to go to rehearsal today. what the hell do they need me for.

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Hello! Can I request small drabble with Astarion and his very chaotic adorkable son? Have a nice playthrough! :3

A/n: YES! More dad Astarion! Also thank you, I will 🥰

Astarion loved his little girl, so much like you. Nothing but kind eyes and smiles from his little Sun spot. So when you approached him, informing him that you were carrying his child, well he couldn’t help but feel ecstatic about it.

I mean it’s not like he was trying to get you pregnant again, it’s not like he wanted to see more little versions of himself and you running around causing havoc.

And soon his son was born, a splitting image of him as you would often say, but his son was not his nothing like his little girl.

His son had more of a….fiery personality though the others would see him as being more chaotic.

Astarion often found himself saying no to his children, it would be worse when then would look up at him with big eye, quivering their lips.

“Astarion!”

‘Of course Gale would have to spoil his mood, it seemed the man deemed it his responsibility to look at you whenever you were pregnant.

“What do you want now? If you are asking for my beloved ! She is sleeping…she’s been awfully exhausted.”

Scowling for a moment, Gale patted out his singed robe. “I am not here for that!” The man snapped, though he took a deep breath to calm himself as he stepped towards Astarion.

“I am here for your son.”

“And prey tell me what has my son done?” Astarion stated as the three year old rushed towards his fathers arms. “Because in my eyes, he can do no wrong.”

Scoffing, Gale turned his head away as you slowly walked towards them.

“Now look at what you’ve done, you’ve awoken sweetness with your loud voice.” Astarion snapped drawing you close to his side as his son buried his face into his neck.

Gale parted his lips then let out an irritated sigh turning his head away for a moment. He could have sworn he saw the little bugger flash him a smile before he turned his head back into his fathers embrace.

“Just, watch your son Astarion. He made a small fire, one that nearly wet my robes on fire.”

“Nonsense! My children can do no harm! Especially my sim.” He stated as Gale let out out an irritated sigh.

Shaking his head, Gale cleared out his throat as he tipped his head to you and your daughter that was clinging to Astarion’s pant legs. “Just…keep a better eye on him, or at least teach him how to properly cast the damn spell.” Clearing out his throat, he gave everyone a tight lipped smile. “Have a nice evening.”

Once he was gone, Astarion gave his son a smile as he tossed him in the air. “What a good boy you are.”

His son squealed with laughter as he then wrapped his arms around his neck. “You’re not mad papa?”

“Of course not! I’m just going to have to teach you how to sneak a little better.” Astarion glanced up at you, though you shook her head you did have a smile on your lips.

Feeling rather pleased with himself he started to walk off to were you both would train. “Now come along everyone.”

Rolling your eyes, you grasped your daughters hand following Astarion and your son. “Let’s make sure they won’t burn the forest down. The last thing I need is Halsin being upset.”

Nodding her head, her curls bounced as she skipped off to her father.

Pausing in your steps your hand moved your your growing belly, your gaze softening on Astarion and your children. After all the trauma he faced, you were happy to see him slowly recover.

“Are you coming my treasure?”

Humming, you stepped towards him as you took hold of Astarion’s hand. “Yes, but let me teach him somethings. I know the perfect spells.”

“Anything for you my love.”

#drabbles #drabble #astarion #astarion romance #astarion x female reader #astarion x y/n #astarion x reader #astarion x mc #astarion x you #astarion x tav #bauldrs gate #bauldrs gate 3 #Bauldrs gate x reader #Bauldrs gate x you #bauldrs gate 3 x reader

[jaehymrk]

try me . .

you had your arms wide open, to a far away distance toward the big boy wearing a sleeveless top, and cargo pants who was speeding to you. 

mingyu took his steps, his hair flowing through the wind. your eyes went in awe as your boyfriend quite resembled a little puppy making its way to its owner. you also couldn't help but admire how similar the sequence was just like how you were about to meet him for the first time. 

you bolted as soon as you landed your feet on the ground to the address your best friend texted you a few weeks ago to meet her, her boyfriend that she has been dating for six months and all his other friends; sharing acquaintances, how fun. 

the hanok restaurant was . . close by, your best friend swore yet here you are finding the correct restaurant after rampaging the streets of seoul for maximum ten minutes. 

it concludes: you are being late for one hour and forty-five minutes. oh, you are dead. 

“please, can i know where room six is?” you asked the receptionist, putting your hand on your waist to calm your breathing softly. there were drums beating on your chest as you closed your eyes, breathing through your nose. the receptionist nodded, signing the direction that is: straight turn right. 

before entering the room, you fixed your pants that were about to slip down from your waist and the strap of your top that kept slipping. “i’m here.” you announced, slamming the door open not knowing how loud the ‘bang’ would actually sound, startling yourself. 

sitting down on the floor were four men, and your best friend. the atmosphere seemed to tighten, nobody greeted, or spoke a word. “hi, my love.” you dropped your tote bag, launching yourself on your best friend who had her eyebrows raised, with an unimpressed expression on her face. 

“you forgot about the dinner, didn’t you? i swear to god, why do i ev-” your best friend scolded, narrowing her eyebrows. 

you quickly shook your head, “the meeting with my groupmate ran late. i promise i did not forget.” you blurted out in her ears while giving her a side-hug, she did not respond back. you retreated back, pouting with a puppy expression. “i will do the laundry for one whole month.” you gave in, your best friend rolled her eyes, pushing your embrace away from her. 

just that meant; you knew you were forgiven. 

happily you sat next to her, completely forgetting the presence of four men. “sorry, can i know who the boyfriend is here?” you asked, waving among the men, the pale skinned, sharp jawline and a soft smile raised his hand. “my name is dongmin.” he forward his hand out to shake, you reciprocated, “oh, yes. im y/n.” 

it was not creepy for sure, since you trust your best friend’s choice and you will trust her boyfriend’s friend but there was a certain piercing gaze that kept itching to look at. you glanced at the end to see a dark-haired man covering his eyes partly, his little mole of the tip of his nose, and the light smile ghosting on his lips to greet you. 

you smiled back, not breaking any conversation. 

“aren’t you guys super famous?” you asked, purely out of curiosity. a few chuckles came, you twisted your neck to see your best friend shaking her head in complete disgust. it was not your fault that you were majoring in law, attending three different lectures every three days, and taking part in hearing some cases done in university while she was modeling with top actors, idols, walking on runways and spending days in paris because it is 'sponsored.'

a blonde haired man nodded, “i mean i would say i sing as my source of income.” you laughed at the humour presenting to cut the tension. “oh, i’m jaehyun. nice to meet you, i have heard quite a bit about you while waiting.” he continued, introducing himself and enlightening you with an amusing fact. 

“nothing bad.” the puppy-like-looking man added, taking your attention from jaehyun. “i’m mingyu.” he leaned forward to shake your hand. you stared, not believing much words coming from him. “i guess, i will believe you.” 

you noticed his hands were rough, calluses around his palm yet they were large enough that urged you to rest your hand for awhile but you slipped your hand away, meeting for the first time should not conclude to you becoming into a pervert in his burn book, especially since he is best friend’s with your best friend’s boyfriend. 

there was one last guy that had not introduced himself to you, his doe eyes shining brightly, you gasped, “oh, wait. i know you. you are literally everywhere in seoul.” you frantically pointed at the man, “i literally rode a bus with your face plastered on the bus.” you excitedly mentioned about the banner wishing him birthday wishes. 

“jungkook? right?” you snapped your fingers, waiting for the man to respond to you back. he giggled, his eyes shrinking, nodding his head. you had a shit-eating grin on your face, side-glancing your best friend to show how cultured you still are. 

the tension was slowly vanishing away as everyone went back to making conversation about work schedule, next meet-up and moments that were eventful. you felt out of place amid people whose job is to entertain people, and be in the limelight while you are surviving over an internship that barely pays minimum wage, and by the time you return back to your apartment today, it is time to review all the papers of cases that were given to you. you were practically envying the group sharing advice with each other, and exchanging words of comfort that are reachable, understandable to each other.

"do you not like law?"

you flinched, shaking you from the daydreaming you were doing within the loud environment. you looked at mingyu, like, looked. 

"how did you know?" you questioned, confused on how he knows as you did not mention your degree. his eyes widen, in realization. "she told all of us. sorry, i did not mean to scare you." he scratched his neck.

yet there was still that smile he gave before, but his eyes twinkled in interest toward you. the rush crawled in your body, all over and you could not help it, you cleared your throat. “yes. my older sister and my mom do law. so, i decided to follow the given footsteps.” you replied, smiling hence looking down at your feet. 

feeling small under his gaze, “i think that is pretty cool of you.” he softly said, grasping onto his beer glass. the hue on the tip of his ears bubbled a laughter out from you. “i think you are cool too.” you replied, “this job, you do, it’s not easy.” you sighed. 

he did not reply, as if he was recollecting his thoughts about you, or of you. “tough day?” he lowered his head, wanting you to look up to meet his gaze. you quickly glanced at his action before lifting your head up. 

“no, no. thank you for asking.” you smiled cheerfully, breaking the gaze away from him. “i still feel terrible for coming late, please let me treat you guys to coffee or anything.” you pleaded, you long realized all of them have eaten dinner that you were supposed to eat with the whole group together. 

“good, please feel guilty while you are reflecting too.” your best friend pitched in. dongmin waved her comment, “i would gladly accept your offer.” he smiled, his eyes disappearing. 

you simply understood your best friend there. 

with all the orders you received, as you wrote down on your note app, you wore back your shoes heading to the cafe jaehyun suggested that is a few distance away from the restaurant. you hummed onto random tunes till you heard the door sliding open to mingyu wearing his mask, and his shoes. “i will help you.” he volunteered.

you might be nonchalant about your surroundings that do not concern you. you knew what mingyu was doing; quick glances, shy smiles, starting conversation; you refused a distraction, especially a distraction that belongs to half of the world. 

mingyu, you exchanged a few words with, is a complete heartbreaker. with that sweet smile, honey dripping gaze every time he met your eyes. 

you refuse to become a victim.

“are you crazy?” you rushed toward him, poking his chest as he walked backward toward the room. “you are famous, aren’t you?” you questioned the obvious. 

he nodded. 

you gave him a forced smile, “exactly.”  

he shook his head, “i got myself covered.” he ducked down to whisper in your ears. 

you shivered, looked up to a smirk playing on his face. “then, walk five steps away from me.” 

he whined, “i can simply walk with you.” 

you sighed, giving in. “mingyu, we better not land on dispatch.” 

he giggled, with his long legs, he was already next to you. 

the breeze of autumn was chilling and that was the best part. the yellow leaves are falling down on the ground, observing people either still wearing shorts or some wearing long jackets to fight the windy weather. It kept you . . humanely sane. 

“do you struggle with studying law that much?” he asked, staring with the same pinning interest in his eyes. you gave a sad smile, still gazing at the buildings looking small from where you were walking from with mingyu. 

he hummed with no response, “what do you want to be?” he pestered further. you thought about that, kept thinking, but nothing appeared. 

“lawyer?” you answered; more like questioned. question to yourself on will you be capable enough to become a good lawyer that helps the society, and get your mother off your back.

the aroma of coffee hit your nose as you entered the cafe, immediately workers greeting you. as you lined up to order, “it’s funny how much i want to know about you yet you do not seem that curious about me.” he whispered into your ear, ducking down to match your height. 

you crossed your arm on your chest, “maybe you find my life interesting?” you clicked onto the note app on your phone to check the order just in case, you forget. 

“no, it’s just you.” he flirted. 

he was flirting, you wanted to throw yourself out from the window and let a car drive you over on how much you were begging your cheeks to not heat up. instead, you ignored the man, thanking you were next in line.

“here is the order. thank you.” you gave your phone to the worker, begging them to be quick. walking with mingyu itself was a ringing alarm in your head. 

“you can try me.” he offered. 

“try . . you for what, good god.” you covered your mouth, not wanting to laugh out loud. 

mingyu shrugged his shoulders, “ just . . i would love to know more about you.” 

siren rang in your head, everything after this would be completely dangerous. you know that you are attracted to the man in front of you. 

“do not think much, just follow what your heart desires.” he said as the order arrived. 

the silence this time was filled with the same tension that was in the restaurant when you entered breathlessly. you breathed out, a few steps ahead of him. you turned around, facing him while walking backward. he stared at you confused at your action. 

“are you trying to court me?” you asked. 

a smile broke out on his face, “if you let me.” 

one step forward, one step backward. 

“i don’t know if i should let you.” you playfully said. 

he raised his eyebrows, “you hurt me.” 

you shook your head, waving your hand. “how dare i wound you.” 

he pouted, nodding. “do not worry, princess. one date will heal the wound in no time.” 

one step forward, one step backward. 

“i don’t know, i don't know . . you at all. ” 

one step forward, you paused. 

“and you are a celebrity, i don’t know if you are a good idea for my mental health.” 

his eyes twinkled, with the same amount of interest filled, and the new hint of anticipation roaming around his eyes that danced on your skin.

“like i said, try me.” 

there were no words exchanged as he attacked you with a warm hug, causing you to take a few steps back on how forceful his hug was. 

you smiled into his hug, sighing at the embrace. he lightly patted your back in comfort; reminding you know that he is there for you, he is there. so lean on him, let him carry a few burdens of yours. 

“how was class today, my lady?” 

“i am telling you the chef hates me.” you groaned.

#mingyu #mingyu x reader #mingyu drabbles #mingyu scenarios #mingyu fluff #mingyu imagines #svt drabble #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #seventeen x reader #kim mingyu #meowjeans #jaehymrkwrites

[seraphimaa]

Imagine Haarlep developing a fascination with you

Haarlep x Fem!Reader/Tav

Warnings: NSFW, questionably requited love, unhealthy relationships, dubious consent

(Something about an incubus’ inherent nature to corrupt and destroy sings to my wretched little soul lol. Written very sleep deprived so please be kind)

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

- It should have been so easy. Oh, how you shook as you’d clumsily fumbled out of your clothes, eyes refusing to meet his. He was starving, like an animal fed only scraps, and you were so giving and generous. A real little hero.

- The way his eyes crossed and his breathing stuttered as you rocked your hips to meet his, riding hard and desperate against him - desperate to make him feel good and take everything he gave you. You were so hot and wet and clenched around him like a vice, breathing the most filthy things into his ear with your sweet little voice. “Mmmh Haarlep, fuck! I just want to make you feel good. Please use me. Are you going to cum for me? I want you to cum inside then fuck it into me pleeeaase.”

- Seeing the proud and confident hero of so vulnerable underneath him. Watching her shame and reluctance vanish every time he sank into her, his tip kissing her cervix. She was so lonely and cock touch starved. He’d enjoyed every second of reducing her to nothing more than a panting, whimpering mess. She was a debased and rotten animal caught in his jaws and it set the chiming bells of chaos and corruption ringing sweetly in his little demonic head.

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•

- If he was starving, then you had spread your legs for him and let him feast. You’d been such a good girl, and he actually found himself glad when you’d caught onto his poorly disguised bid for your soul. Your submission would be slow and agonising. Delicious. What had solidified the flame of depraved obsession innocent fascination, however, was when instead asking for the password, you’d curled around the covers and bit your lip, mouth curling up in a devilish little grin. “Is Raphael good in bed?”

He’d laughed. Oh, he liked this one. You’d seemed genuinely sad when he’d said no.

“That’s a shame.” You’d leaned over to whisper in his ear. “If I was Raphael, I would give you everything you ever asked for.”

Your tongue flicked out to catch his lobe before your head traveled down and he purred in pure contentment as lips wrapped around him. Such a good girl.

- Haarlep acted like he was doing something very honourable by letting you leave alive and (mostly) unharmed (you really should hurry back and give him a reward, little mouse. You will won’t you? You’ll present yourself raw and needy for him again, yes?). He liked having a fun, dirty little secret. Raphael might be his master but when the master was away, he could not be blamed for finding something to play with.

.•.•.•.

- When Haarlep found himself alone, he’d sometimes take your form. Sometimes he would just study your devilish little face in the mirror. Watch it twist and contort. Under the innocent mask, he had found a hungry little beast slumbering in you and you wore it so prettily. He’d try on pretty dresses. Put on makeup. Brush your pretty hair. It was like you were built for his gaze and enjoyment - moulded to be the temple that he both prayed at and burned down in fits of religious ecstasy. Of course, he was also enthusiastic about exploring you to the fullest. So fun to play with. So many times they’d spent hours teasing both of you, bringing you to the edge and holding you there until your mind screamed across the void to them, begging for him to “stop stop stop.”

- He very much valued these intimate moments together. He wasn’t selfish and the others liked you too. Oh, and how he just knew you secretly enjoyed them too. It wasn’t unusual for the fiend to prowl around the dark endless hallways and rooms. Most of the souls dared only to spare glances as Haarlep displayed you out to everyone, just like a benevolent hero would. Lewd squelches and pants softly singing down lonely halls, Bent double on table, holding your ass high and swaying it in predatory invitation, draped across chaise lounges, legs falling to a wide spread any time a soul become brave enough to wander too close. “Come closer. You can play with me. I just love doing things for other people. I’ll do whatever you ask and make you feel so good. I’ve never met anyone I couldn’t help” Haarlep liked playing the benevolent hero. True to your character, many people he made this promise to found themselves in far worse condition by the time he was done ‘helping’. Oops. He agrees, being a hero is hard.

.•.•.•..•.•.•.•

- You find yourself going out less. You’d humiliated yourself too many times. Drinking with your friends, shopping in the streets, bent double in secluded alleyways as that dreamy murmur would pull your subconscious to his and it would all begin again. Sometimes it would start with touches and that unwanted spark would tear to life in your core. The touches were clear enough to know what was happening. The brush of a palm over your peaks, a finger tracing over the curve of your lips, pulling them apart to reveal your clenching hole to them. Licking, sucking, pinching, slapping, chocking. Feeling your cunt spread to accommodate someone new as they push inside of ‘you’. It all had a funny way of feeling all far too much and simultaneously never enough. It left a gnawing emptiness that your own hands could not fill. You’d fall into bed at the end of the day, and it would ache. Touched by everyone but having no one. You lived a cycle of being used and degraded and there was nobody by your side to hold you close after, give you praise. You felt like your soul was screaming for something so far away.

- It never stopped. He was just so hungry and you could deny him nothing. When your eyes would close, desperate for the temporary escape of sleep, he would come to you even then. Your eyes would open, far too soon after they shut and your limbs would feel like the weight of the world. Frozen in place as you see his form like a whisper in the dark corners. You’d feel him come to you, slithering on top and sinking deep into your core. “Good little mouse. You’ve been so lonely. So sad. I’ll make it go away. I will be all you need.” In the small hours he’d come and steal limb and breath from you like this. He was so so heavy on top of you and it felt like he’d filled your lungs with himself, every breath he afforded you a gift. “I will be the only thing that makes you feel alive ever again.”

You’d wake up so tired.

- Your friends would notice the change but nobody would know what was happening. You were tired and angry all the time. Like a ghost, sleepwalking amongst the living. When Astarion tried to hug you one night, desperate to spark that hint of hope and passion back into your eyes, you’d looked like you were in agony. Like he’d hurt you. “No.” You’d told him. “I’m fine. I guess I just feel a bit empty right now. This too shall will pass, I’m sure.” They felt like they were losing you. You were sinking fast, but they were too busy trying to stay afloat to dive under for you.

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

- Pleasure is different now. It’s like you’re incapable of creating your own any more. You only feel good, feel anything at all, when he lets you. The God of your little universe. You don’t know whether he is trying to be kind or cruel but the outcome is the same and you doubt he has ever once considered you at all. You felt more like a means to an end. A lamb in perpetual slaughter to feed the king. Reliving its devouring forevermore.

- Deep down, he recognised that you had awoken something within him. Slumbering urges and instincts from the sludge of his being. For so long he had lived in a dull haze within the boudoir, his fiendish nature reduced to nothing more than a pragmatic chore he performed when instructed to. You reminded him how delicious mortal longing, and dependence and desire tasted on his tongue. You’d let him bask in sweet melody of corruption and destruction. Your sad, lonely little husk was living proof of his power. You reminded him that this was what he was made for. He would come up from air and hear his little morsel whisper “I don’t feel anything anymore. I look around me and all there is, is you.” And he’d lick up every drop of your agony. You were his feast and the heights of sorrow and rapture he danced you through only made the flavours all the richer.

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In short:

I feel like if Haarlep took a ‘liking’ to someone it would be likely to look like either:

1. him drinking all the hedonistic pleasure you have to offer out of you like a juice box then chucking you behind him as he goes about his Haarlep activites™️. His enjoyment of you only spans as wide as what you have to offer him because it is simply his nature. He liked you, that’s for sure, but in the same way cats like goring mice and leaving them forgotten when the funs over.

2. Him working you into his little masterpiece. He needs you to know, and need, and love nothing but him. I feel like Haarlep views it as a loving kindness to rip everything from you and leave you an empty shell, filled with a loneliness and sadness that he has complete control over. Only he has the power to it go away and you depend on him fully to cum, breath, feel. Just like you breathed life into him, he will be the one that breaths it into you. It doesn’t matter if you love or hate him because he has made you need him so deeply that he will never be hungry again.

A/N: I’m guinuinely surprised if you’ve made it to the end of my word vomit (and first ever fanfiction content!) I could have tortured myself over this a lot more before posting it but who cares when shitting in the wind, right? Lol. Anyway, I hope you enjoy. I welcome feedback/discussion/requests. Also, any advice about font/colours is welcomed too. I’m dyslexic and made as easy to read for myself as I could but let me know if it’s torturing your eyes.

#haarlep #haarlep x reader #haarlep x tav #bg3 x reader #bg3 haarlep #haarlep bg3 #haarlep smut #smut #dubious consent #unhealthy relationships #dark fic #haarlep imagine #haarlep imagines #haarlep headcanon #haarlep headcanons #haarlep romance #original content #bg3 x tav #bg3 x you #incubus boyfriend

[starsandsins]

Sweet Melody

| My second fanfic!! Yay! also I couldn't finish the story line last night so, This was uploaded kind of late! Again, English isn't my first language so please excuse my wrong grammars🙏

| daughter of Aphrodite!Reader x Luke Castellan

| Pronouns: you or y/n

| MUST READ: Just Luke Castellan watching reader from afar, reader also isn't aware Luke likes her 🤷‍♀️

| Warning: VERY short🙏 (bear w me, I ran out of ideas), ALSO a very Weird Logic

THANKS FOR MAKING ME REACH 120+ NOTES ON MY FIRST POST!

go check it out if you haven't!

'My Only Star'

Summary

You were really close with the Apollo kids and they adored you just like you did with them, one peaceful night at the campfire, they started humming a tune that seemed oh-so-familliar with you, you asked them what song it was, and when they told you also started to hum with them, what you didnt know was that the humming would eventually turn into a concert..

It was night and you were sitting next to your sisters and the Apollo kids, your sisters being on your left and the Apollo kids on the right, one of the Apollo kids is braiding your hair beside you while humming a tune with some of the others, while the few other kids were talking to each other.

The longer they were humming, the more it evokes a memory, there was an itch inside your head wanting to know what this song is that's giving you a nostalgia, so you asked,

"Hey, what is that song you guys are humming?" The girl who was braiding your hair partly glanced at you before returning her gaze back to your hair that's currently resting on her palm.

"Oh, I think it was called Ride, I don't really remember much of the lyrics since it's been a long time since I last heard the song. I was humming inside the Apollo cabin and I guess they liked it too" she respond with a shrug

Oh. Ride by twenty one pilots

When It finally clicked, it brought a wave of nostalgia. This song, you used to listen to this whenever you were feeling down.

You didn't even realize it but there was a small smile plastered on your lips, before you knew it you were humming with them, the kids just looked at you and you swear you could see some of them smiling and some were just looking at you with surprise in their eyes, as the screws in your head started working and remembering the lyrics you started singing quietly

Oh, oh, I'm fallin', so I'm taking my time on my ride

Oh, oh, I'm fallin', so I'm taking my time on my ride

Oh-oh-oh-oh

Takin' my time on my ride

Oh-oh-oh-oh

the kids humming started to become louder as your singing also was progressively getting louder,

You think the girl beside you remembered the lyrics, cause she started singing with you, thanks to you.

As the singing gets louder the humming kids started to harmonize with one another, before you knew it, some other people who woke up because of the sound started gathering around the campfire,

This brought a nostalgia and relief you didn't know you needed until it was being done

Because of how carried away you were, you didn't realize the pair of eyes watching you over the crowd, astonishment, adornment, and surprise in the person's eye.

The concert only ended when one of the ares kids started throwing a tantrum of how they couldn't sleep.

"Didn't know she could sing" Percy whispered teasingly to the guy next to him still staring mindlessly at the laughing girl sitting in front of the campfire.

God, I got first-hand embarrassment while writing this 😭😭😭

Anyways it's kind of short since I just thought of this the second I opened tumblr, also because I got lazy last night and couldn't think of a story line.

Also I think I would take some request if y'all want me too🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️ if I do take a request I'll try my best to make a longer story of it.

I'm a beginner at making stories so, I'm sorry if it's bad 👁️👄👁️🎀

Please give me writing tips if you have any💋

THAT'S ALL THANKS!!

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#luke castellan x reader #pjo fanfic #second story addition #new writers on tumblr #tumblr fyp #luke castellan

[carefulfears]

Top 5 Scully moments! 💗

off the top of my head <3 you’re getting 8 sorry

(i left off triangle because we already talked about it today but in my heart it truly is top 3)

1/ clyde bruckman’s final repose

when the hotel scene opens on her sitting criss-cross on the bed with playing cards and you just hear her finish up explaining the plot of moby dick to bruckman and connecting it thematically to hamlet…i can hardly contain myself. she was EXPLAINING THE PLOT OF MOBY DICK to the psychic.

and then after all her talk, her shift is over, and before leaving she leans in close and sighs and asks, “alright. so how do i die?” shh don’t tell mulder she asked ❤️

(and his tender answer: “you don’t.” immortality in reciprocated kindness.)

2/ beyond the sea

giving up the chance to know what her father’s last message to her was, and saying that she already knows what he wanted to tell her.

“he was my father.”

she seemed so disappointed and confused in the beginning, when her mother gave that same response (“he was your father”) to her questions of if he was proud of her. it’s not enough evidence, that someone was a father, to really know the things she was doubting.

but in the end, when she tears up and whispers her answer, it’s clear. it’s not that he was a father, and therefore loved and was proud of his children, because that’s what fathers do. he was her father. and she knows how he felt and what he wanted to tell her because she knows him, and she knows the relationship that they had, and she knows how much he loved her.

it’s that kind of implicit understanding that sets her apart, both from mulder and in the world.

(additionally: bursting into boggs’ cell and screaming at him that if mulder dies she will gas him out of this life herself and no one will stop her. she is 5 feet 2 inches of ferocious love.)

3/ memento mori

her letter. god, i make fun of her for it but god does it say so much. she was dying and she was completely alone and she was in that bed every single day writing, writing to him. begging forgiveness, asking for grace, pleading to be seen.

she knows herself so intimately and so completely, and she knows the world she lives in so fully, and she loves it and she loves him so deeply.

she didn’t even want him to read it, it was enough just that it existed, that it was hers and it was real.

4/ detour + william

singing to mulder in the woods, and then years later singing that same song to their baby. she has memorized everything. every moment is so important, so worth passing along.

(“that’s the other thing you’ve given me, mulder, courage…and i hope that’s a gift i can pass on.”)

5/ irresistible

there’s something so resonant and intimate about her fear in this episode. both her lingering fear in the trauma of bearing witness to this kind of brutalization, but also her fear of vulnerability. the way she does everything right, she does everything that you’re supposed to do: she takes a step back, and goes where she’s more useful. she goes to therapy. she handles it herself, like the good captain’s daughter. like she says, it is her job to deal with these things.

she doesn’t just shut down and avoid it, she’s conscious; she’s trying to cope in the way that she’s comfortable.

and it still just isn’t enough. until that moment she says once more that she is fine, and mulder tips her chin so that she has to look at him. and she just breaks down sobbing the moment she sees his face, grabs onto him and weeps into his chest.

she has “always been the strong one,” she did not want him to know that this case was getting to her, but ultimately, there was no way to survive it without facing it.

(thinking of 23+ years later in a motel, the way she creeps into his room and says the case is really bothering her, ducks under his covers.)

6/ ghouli

when the windmill snowglobe, the one thing that she has from her son’s life, breaks outside the hospital. and the person she bumped into (who turns out to have actually been jackson in disguise) apologizes, and she just smiles sweetly and says, “no, it’s my fault. it’s okay.”

she has no idea how important that moment is, she has no idea that this stranger is secretly her baby, noticing the things she’s holding onto from him…and she’s so understanding and gracious in impossible circumstances anyway.

that’s what gives her (and mulder) that miracle moment in the end of the episode, of getting to see jackson. (that’s immortality in reciprocated kindness)

7/ fight the future

my absolute favorite favorite favorite moment of the movie: mulder and scully make it out of the vent. they’re both collapsed on the ground in antarctica. scully has just been revived after she stopped breathing, she’s passing out…and the spaceship comes out of the ice.

and mulder is looking up at the ship with the most joyful heart-melting grin and wonder, and he says “scully. you gotta see this.” (the exact same thing he said 5 years earlier on their second case)

and she whispers, “i see it.”

it’s so special.

and then, bless his heart, mulder’s recently-shot-in-the-head exhausted ass just fully passes out on the spot.

and she sits herself up and grabs him and pulls him over to her and just holds onto him. they’re alive, and she saw it, and she barely has anything left in her at all but she finds enough for both of them.

honorable mention: “shut up, mulder. i’m playing baseball.” <3 girls when they quietly beg the person they love to invest in something “on this planet” and they understand when that first step is being offered to them, they do not need it explained.

it’s so reminiscent of a moment that almost made this list, when mulder gives her the apollo 11 keychain for her birthday, and they’re interrupted before he can tell her why. and in the end, looking up at the stars, she tells him that she thinks she knows. she tells him that this novelty keychain is about “extraordinary moments” and history leaping forward and how you “must dare to dream” and how far perseverance and teamwork can take you but how “no one gets there alone” and remembering sacrifice and achievement.

and he’s just silently staring at her like…like she’s everything and she’s dying and it’s completely unimaginable. like he knows, in that moment.

she sees so much in him, without explanation.

#thanks for the ask i love doing these so much #i love to just ruminate on what i Love and what touches me in this story #i could keep going on and on #about both of them #bc also ‘never again’ obviously and ‘ebe’ and ‘lost art of forehead sweat’ and so many others i took off #there’s so much to her character that is so important to me that i didn’t even touch on here #but that’s a testament to how rich these characters are #asks

[dionysianfreak]

hello dear! i currently am devoted to Lady Aphrodite and am interested in learning more about Dionysus. i love your blog, and I see you work with both- whats your experience with both of them? individually as well as together. do you have tips on working with them? sending love your way! thanks <3

why hello lovely ! thank you for asking, I love talking about Aphrodite and Dionysos. They have truly been my rocks for several years and I really wouldn't be who I am today had I not had Them.

Aphrodite and I have a very fluid relationship. She is my favorite neighbor, the elderly woman who loves to sing me songs, the gentle mother i longed for, my lover, my soother, my tear-soaked shoulder, my laughter, and everything in between. She was the majority of my emotional support through extremely hard times and She carries Herself with a softness I've always trusted.

theologically, i attribute Aphrodite to all earthly creation and the love that persists in the universe. while i view Deities like Gaia as personifications of earthling life, I see Aphrodite as the force that compels life. i heavily associate Her with the physical/material world, especially the physical connections we can form with the world and beings around us. this is why i worship Her as Aphrodite and Aphroditos, because I view the body as the thing that connects humanity to every other physical thing. She was born from the mixing of the sea, earthly blood, and divinity representing the harmony of creation. I also see Her in the unique things we can only do because of our physical body. this includes feeling complex emotion, sensuality, sexuality, gender identity, self expression, and more. Aphrodite taught me to love and express myself wholeheartedly, and extend that love to every other living thing.

Dionysos, on the other hand, is the blessing of consciousness. Dionysos is the reason we can appreciate and love the things the other Theoi gift and cultivate. He was the one who kisses our eyes and liberates us from automation. I speak about my views of Him in this post here which explain it well i think. Dionysos came to me when i was young, reckless, and naive. contrary to many of the others i found who worship Him, He brought a serious and structured breath to my lungs. if He had been anywhere close to the rambunctious and indulgent God many people know Him as, i would have flown off the tracks and destroyed my life. He came to me as a God of moderation, balance, and self-realization. I don't often see His carefree or festivity-oriented aspects.

Their roles in my life have drifted apart as time has gone on. when I was younger there was a lot more collaboration and syncretism of Dionysus and Aphrodite in my worship. these days, things are quite separate on the surface. They seem to have a very close relationship in my life in a way I find hard to put into words. Aphrodite definitely brings an airy, relaxed perspective while Dionysos is able to navigate any chaos that arises with grace. They keep the balance between logic and emotion in check, though there is no clean divide between who is which. i wish I could describe it better for you, but English is so limiting. I'll put it this way: I have never seen Their roles in my life as separate nor conjoined, but it feels wrong to worship Them in different shrines. I don't speak about my devotion without speaking both of Their names and I credit Them equally for the man I am right now.

the tips I have for you are scarce. Aphrodite and Dionysos both handle domains that are extremely unique to each individual, so it is hard to give advice when all i know is my own inner world. I would say that the best way to approach both of Their influences is without expectation or method. letting the lessons be fluid and appear as they are meant to has been most effective. my worship with Them has also been very non-linear so i wouldn't be concerned if one of Them drops off for a little, or if the dynamics shift frequently. Aphrodite and Dio flow together in a very unique way, which can be difficult to get used to in the beginning. but again, this is just my experience. i hope it helps a little ! and good luck <3

#dionysos #dionysus #aphrodite #personal #upg #helpol #asks #anon #greek gods #theoi #hellenic polytheism #polytheism #paganism #syncretism

[agallimaufryofoddments]

I had an excellent night at The Irish Inn. Arrived in time to hear two songs, then later another song—watched five different people dancing (a young person with two elderly gentlemen, with whom I am familiar, and a familiar waitress with another young woman). There was a group of about a dozen or thirteen other young people there, which is very rare; one of them was old friends with one of the young musicians, which might explain why he was able to sing a song of his own (and had harmony from an older gentleman, no less!)

(Typically the sessions at TII are closed sessions, something that only really sunk in for me after too many visits).

When I dropped a tenner into the tips bucket, one of the regular staple musicians asked if I had a song as well (this never happens. Perhaps he recognized me from my past visits & tips, but even then, I think he only asked since another outsider had just sang). I did. I've never sung the song accompanied before, but the musicians adjusted (obviously, as they always do; it helps that the song I sang was a well-known song, but also proper musicians are just that capable).

It worked out?! People applauded and complimented my voice. I was busy talking with the young people in an attempt to figure out how and why they ended up at the TII (you simply don't see such a large group of young people there). The fellow who was friends with the musician fellow was (I think) a roommate with so-and-so(s), and the woman I spoke with said she brought along her roommates, so it was a whole shindig where circles of roommates and friends coincided, I think. Wow!

Incidentally, totally unrelated, but Baccano! Vol. 1 seems to be slated for an audiobook on May 14, 2024 ($25.99)?! I feel obligated to buy it to demonstrate my support. Yen Press has certainly been dipping into audiobooks with the likes of popular titles like SAO, but I never thought YP would bother with Baccano! I don't want to hope that this means Baccano! has sold better than I thought it did—really, I haven't paid much attention to which titles YP has afforded audiobooks, maybe this is YP trying to milk more money out of an underperforming series—in any case, I do want to publicize this so that people are aware in advance.

#personal #Baccano! #Baccano #Sorry for shoehorning a Baccano! PSA into this personal post #I am tipsy and I figure I have been remiss in logging on to Tumblr #so the one time I am logged in I surely had better post about it while I still can

[forabeatofadrum]

Hmm.. I'm always so happy when I win, but then I realise I never know what to prompt lol

I'm gonna do the same for you as I did for @rockitmans and pick three small prompts from @caramelcoffeeaddict's Klaine prompt gdoc for you to choose your favourite from ;)

You’re always seated in my section of the diner and one day you look really sad so I brought you a free dessert to cheer you up

You’re the doctor explaining my surgery to me and I have no clue what you’re saying because I’m too mesmerized by how attractive you are

Someone stole my lunch out of the fridge in the teacher’s lounge, so you offer to share yours with me.

Just half an hour ago, I told myself I'd finish this fic and then I was struck by inspiration, so here we are!

I love all these prompts, but I am besotted with no. 1 so here we go. Gwen, I am blanking on a title though, so please, help me out, so that I can post it together with the two other fics and then it'll be my 69th work in the Glee fandom on AO3 (nice). I mean, I can post them separately, but do it for the 69!

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Kurt doesn't love working at the Spotlight Diner. It's a survival job for him, Santana and Rachel. Luckily, there's always some good things to be found. He likes that he gets to sing and people genuinely seem to enjoy it. And he also has some loyal customers that always sit in his section. His favourites are two elderly women who tip heavily, and Eyebrows.

Eyebrows is an attractive guy who dresses neatly and he has a warm smile. He's always incredibly kind towards Kurt and his colleagues and yes, okay, Kurt might have a small crush on him. But Kurt needs to be professional. That's why he's never asked for Eyebrows's name. Santana came up with Eyebrows as a placeholder, to Kurt's dismay. She named him after his triangle shaped eyebrows.

Kurt has another shift, but to his surprise, Eyebrows shows up. He usually never shows up on Monday evenings. Something else is off.

“Eyebrows looks sad.”

“Do not call him Eyebrows, Santana!” Kurt hisses, but his friend is right, because Eyebrows looks like he’s been crying.

Santana covertly nods towards Eyebrows.

“Talk to him.”

Kurt hesitates. Eyebrows looks like he doesn’t want to be bothered. Kurt tells Santana that, but she rolls her eyes.

“He’s gone to a public diner and you’re his waiter,” she points out. She has a point. Kurt does have to serve him.

Then he has a small idea. Kurt rushes to the kitchen.

A few minutes later, Kurt walks towards Eyebrows, holding a small sundae. It’s not much, but it’s all he could get. Gunther definitely doesn’t approve of giving freebies, even to loyal customers.

“Here,” Kurt puts the sundae on the table.

Eyebrows was hiding his head in his hands, so he is startled. He looks up to see Kurt. Eyebrow’s eyes are gorgeous, even when they’re filled with tears, which is kind of a weird thing to think. But Eyebrows is gorgeous!

“You probably need it,” Kurt shoves the sundae closer to Eyebrows. He gives him a comforting smile.

Eyebrows’s looking at Kurt as if he was sent from the heavens above.

"Are you okay?" Kurt asks. It's definitely a rhetorical question. Eyebrows look far from okay.

So Kurt isn't surprised when Eyebrows shakes his head.

"Do you, uh, want to order or do you want to talk?" Kurt asks. Gunther would scold Kurt for taking more time, but Eyebrows might need him and Kurt doesn't mind talking to him.

"I... got fired from my dream job."

"Oh. I'm sorry."

Eyebrows looks like he's about to burst into a fresh round of tears, but he does pick up the spoon. Kurt sees that as a win. While Eyebrows shoves ice cream into his mouth, he tells Kurt about what happened. Kurt listens attentively and makes affirming noises every now and then. It does sound terrible. Eyebrows was on Broadway. He was going to write music for a show, but due to "creative differences", he was let go. Kurt also dreams of going to Broadway, so he's crushed on Eyebrow's behalf.

By the time the sundae is gone, the story is over. Eyebrows looks calmer.

"Sorry for unloading that all on you."

"It's fine, I get it."

"You do?"

Kurt then tells Eyebrows about his Broadway dreams. Unlike Eyebrows, he never realised them (although Eyebrow's dreams aren't coming true either now), but he understands the wish to make it on in the Broadway scene. He went to NYADA, for Christ's sake, and he's still a waiter with a lot of student debt.

"So, truly. I don't mind."

Eyebrows laughs awkwardly.

"Thanks. I needed it. The venting and the sundae. How much do I pay for it?"

"It's on the house," Kurt quickly reassures him.

Eyebrows is radiating gratitude.

"The usual?" Kurt then asks.

"Yes, please."

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The next day, Eyebrows appears again. He looks happy. Kurt tells him that when he greets him.

"I am!" Eyebrows sounds exhuberant, "I got my job back."

"Really?"

"Yes! Some other people in the creative team disagreed and they fought the decision and apparently the person who fired me didn't even discuss it with the others. Now his position is being questioned! My role might change a little bit, but I am back on board."

"Eyebrows, that's amazing!" Kurt says and in his excitement, he doesn't realise he called Eyebrows Eyebrows.

"... Eyebrows?"

Kurt, embarrassed, explains the context. Luckily, Eyebrows laughs and he seems to enjoy it.

"I am flattered, but my name is Blaine."

"Kurt," Kurt says back.

"I know."

Right, Kurt has a name tag.

"I don't mind being called Eyebrows, but in case you need a reminder," Eyebrows - Blaine - opens his pocket and he takes out a wallet. He hands Kurt a business card.

Blaine has a business card, which is professional, but Kurt doesn't know why Blaine's handing it to him. Yes, Kurt told Blaine he has a Broadway dream, but Blaine isn't influential enough to help him get a job.

"... Thanks?"

"My name is on there. And my number as well."

Oh.

"Oh."

Blaine's eyes light up.

"Well it is very important information for me to remember," Kurt says coyly, "The name is important as well."

Their moment is cut short when Gunther tells Kurt to hurry up. Kurt tries not to roll his eyes and Blaine also looks saddened by the interruption.

"The usual?"

"Always, but add a sundae to it," Blaine says with a wink.

Kurt does his job. He doesn't have a lot of time to stop at Blaine's table, but he doesn't mind. Kurt has the feeling he'll talk to Blaine more often, even outside of work.

#ask #cerriddwenluna #holy fuck i wrote #2023 #glee #klaine #drabble #sorta

[sunflower1experiment]

Can you write Composer (Frederick Keriburg) x fem or gn reader smut. I want him to manhandle and breed y/n. Also blowjobs cuz that's hot. Creampie too. Srry if this is too much to ask.

Not! At alllll hun! Literally been DYIN for this

I’ve been workin on college stuff I need to work on some stuff anyway.

CW - Nsfw 18+ MINORS LEAVE- Viewers discretion advised

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“You’re occupational is Diva?” The woman gave a small bow, “I came here in search for my associate, Fredrick?”

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Fredrick starts holding the diva by the waist his soft gaze rests on her while she presses her lips against his, he growls softly while she moans in the kiss then they lay together on the bed. (Y/N) held his neck while he grinds against her then she lets out a loud hum, he felt so enamored by her soft voice that could sing a choir and make him swoon with pure ecstasy.

His hard bulge pressed against the clothed folds between (Y/N)’s legs and clothed stockings, she shudders at the idea of him pounding her until the diva felt as if she’d sing for him. Fredrick kept himself from fucking (Y/N) for a period of time until she let out a loud moan in his ear before biting it. “Please Fredrick~ please fuck me!”

They continue to kiss, moaning as their hands rub over each other then he grabs (Y/N) by the chin. “On your knees.” She sat on her knees, while he sat before her with a hand resting over her head, rubbing through the Diva’s hair. It didn’t take long to figure out what he desired, she saw his hard cock, the girth was what really startled her.

Grasping it she gave it a kiss. Causing the male to drip of precum at the sight of her lipgloss. “Oh my~ seems some men do show their kinks without saying a word…” now her lips were wrapped around the tip of Fredrick’s cock and the male was losing it. His whole body shudders while she envelopes it to the base which felt uncomfortable because of her gag but she tried her best, not that Fredrick minded; his eyes were focused on one thing, that was how she’d please him. And how he’ll return his affections.

He groans while her tongue swirls and enveloped his cock with saliva before sucking the tip until he let gruntled sigh and practically fucked (Y/N)’s mouth, the diva held held the bedsheets while she felt the back of her throat felt his cock press and thrust. As if he was trying to find good spots to gain that friction and stimulated pleasure.

“Your throat is so good~ my beautiful Diva. So good~” he thrusts again then held the back of her head and pulled her to his waist. (Y/N) felt herself gag then she felt him pull her back and push back until he finally felt himself come down the Diva’s throat, “Yes yes! (Y/N)~”

The woman pulls back when he finishes and she licks her lips. But Fredrick pins her to the bed and moves her legs apart. “You’re so wet my love~ let me see if I can slip in and fill you.”

She gave out a soft pant while holding his hair and squeezing gently. Feeling his lips wrap around her breast eagerly while he starts to rub his cock and pushes in letting her heat squeeze around Fredrick’s cock with the need to milk the composer dry.

(Y/N) let’s out a loud moan while he thrusts in and out in a fast pace before he held the diva in a mating press. “You’re so beautiful (Y/N)…So beautiful, my precious lover. I should breed you till I find myself surrounded by beautiful children.”

“Yes~ Breed me Fredrick~ AH!” She arches her back and moans loudly while he pushes in, out then pressed deep inside his lover. His loud moaning were so addicting it made the woman whine as she felt him hit her sweet spot as she squeezes around his cock.

“Fredrick-“ he moans with her, suddenly Fredrick pumped his warm seed deep inside (Y/N). Biting her breasts and suckling on the woman’s chest she bit her lips while his cock twitches and continues pumping causing it to leak from her wet heat, as he pulls out she laid there. Panting heavily then hugging the composer, (Y/N) kisses him on the head. While he pushes back in and slowly rocks his hips then he starts to relax.

#Fredrick Keriburg #smut #idv x reader #identity v x reader

[therosebunpost]

Inspired by true events of my life, I give you yet another story idea:

(Also inspired by a conversation I had with a friend after they so wonderfully listened to me ramble about two dudes from the 80s for hours on end. You are an absolute real one my dude)

But basically let me set the scene for you. Reader is in their 20s (I turned 22 during this event, though any where in the 20s range is fine), and they largely have felt like they’re life has passed them by. Their high-school experience wasn’t very note worthy, they’ve never been on an actual date, hell they haven’t even kissed anybody. (Hahahaha! I wasn’t kidding about that true events thing my dudes. 👁👁) So, this year they’ve decided they’re going to try and have as many experiences as they could. Obviously they want to have more experiences after one year, but it’s easier to think one year at a time.

On their birthday, they’re checking off a few boxes. 1. See a live performance. 2. Go axe throwing and hang out at a bar. Lucky for her, they have a mall that can do both! So, reader gets all dressed up to go out and see this cover band. Shes alone largely by choice but also she doesn’t have a lot of friends, vibing to the music until the intermission which is where she meets Steve. Steve, who was sitting at the table beside them, feels sympathy over the fact that she’s alone. (He may have had a few drinks, so he’s feeling just a bit more emotional and reminiscent over his own days of loneliness. Plus he’s with his friends, so the contrast just hits him.)

Reader casually mentions it’s their birthday and they came because they didn’t have anyone else to go with, is unaware they’ve made a terrible mistake. Steve, who is now fueled with alcohol and extroverted ambition, sneaks away to tell Eddie of this. “It’s her birthday Munson! Come onnn, please?” Eddie obviously can’t say no to Steve, so when he walks out on stage, he gets the whole band to sing happy birthday to her.

Reader is mortified. Especially as Steve plops back down, all smiley and sweet, so she can’t even really be upset with him. She pretends to be happy, even tipping the band after their performance because she just has to now. Unaware to her though, Eddie’s been watching from the sidelines and could see the horror, so he pulls Steve aside.

“You…asked her if she wanted us to sing her that, right?”

“Wha- Why would i do that?? It would have ruined the surprise!”

“Steve.” Eddie directs him to look at her again, at the way she seems to wince when people wish her happy birthday as they leave. “I think she was trying to keep a low profile, dude. She was alone, no birthday stuff in sight. Usually if they have birthday celebrations the place would have notified us already.”

“….Oh. Oh no.”

“Yeah…”

Steve starts ahead, fully intending to apologize, Eddie following after him incase things go south. He tries not to wince when Reader looks spooked as the two approach her. “I’m..so sorry, I didn’t realize you might have been trying to keep a low profile! It’s just, well, my boyfriend is in the band and I thought it’d be a fun surprise- I’m sorry. I’m really sorry.”

Eddie comes up behind him, clapping him on the back with a chuckle. “He really didn’t mean to scare you, Sweetheart. Stevie here just gets a little over excited. Hope you liked the show at least?”

Just a tad intimidated by having not just one, but two attractive guys talking to her, Reader is quick to nod. “It’s fine! Really, I made a promise to myself that I wasn’t going to tell anybody. I really should have kept to that, you didn’t know. The show was great, thank you.” Then after a few more words, Reader turns to leave, but not before hearing Eddie as he leans close to Steve. “I don’t blame you for wantin’ to impress her Harrington, she’s real pretty.” Cue flustered Reader all but booking it away.

So, you’re probably wondering where the axe throwing comes in, right? Well, instead of just one day to celebrate their birthday, Reader is having a birthday week! So, the next day they go back to the mall where there’s an Axe throwing lane and a bar. Once again shes alone, and shes determined not to let anybody know it’s her birthday. She’s just going to have a fun, low key time chucking axes, and hanging out at the bar. Well, that was the plan until her server turns out to be Steve Harrington. Steve, who may have accidentally let it slip to Robin that it’s Reader’s birthday, who is now apologizing again after Robin makes a big deal out of it.

Basically, Reader just can’t get peace because of Steve’s inability to understand the idea of flying under the radar.

I’m thinking it could be a whole series of blurbs of different experiences that Reader could go on with Steve and Eddie!

#thebunspeaks #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve harrington x reader #eddie munson x reader #fluffybunnycorner #stranger things hc #legit the thing with the band singing to me actually happened #though instead of Steve it was a very nice lady #and the leader singer didn’t resemble Eddie but like come on #I had to make it a Steddie thing #plus corroded coffin becoming a cover band is kinda funny #but yeah that was a mortifying experience #memorable but mortifying

[the-spaced-out-ace]

Lautski Week day 2 - Coffee

Pete didn’t know he could be that forward. Just like detention, he hadn’t even realized how well the conversation had been going until it was too late. But he and Steph had just been talking, as one does, about classes and weekend plans (well, Pete’s lack thereof) and she said he could always call her if he got bored and without a beat he asked, “Wanna go out for coffee with me on Saturday?”

He’d said that. Without hesitation. Without a second thought. And Steph had grinned and said “You’ve got anything planned, Spankoffski?” to which he turned red and insisted he didn’t and he wasn’t sure what came over him and if she already had plans it was okay, really! But she said to text him the time and place and she’d meet him on Saturday.

Great. Now if only he could afford anything besides Beanie’s. Now she was gonna see what a cheap loser he was, more so than she might have before.

Pete awkwardly stood right outside the door to Beanie’s. He didn’t want to order before she got there, that seemed rude, but he also didn’t want to stand around while that crabby barista glared at him for daring to exist inside the building, wasting time for not ordering his hot chocolate and making the to-do list at the store one item shorter. So standing around would have to do.

She met him at twelve-ten exactly (in fact, she actually showed up five minutes early), and after more of Pete wondering if he was being too awkward today the way he greeted her with a bit too much enthusiasm, they went inside.

Very quickly, Pete realized just what a mess Beanie’s really was. Their coffee already tasted like shit. But now it was occuring to Pete, that the drab brown walls and the suspiciously low prices and the fact that the baristas all had to sing like at a Coldstone Creamery…yeah. None of that reflected all that well on himself or his price range or his tastes, did it?

To be fair, if he could afford to go to Starbucks everyday, he would.

Steph didn’t say anything about it, though.

“So,” she said, “What do you usually get here?”

“Oh, uh. Hot chocolate. Like anywhere else. I can’t have caffeine because it messes with my blood sugar and makes my anxiety spike. And I don’t entirely trust them to give me decaf. Which is definitely the anxiety speaking but—”

“But that’s okay. You know if they got anything hazelnut?”

“I think?”

“Cool. We’re ready to order, then.”

“Cool,” Pete echoed. “By the way, I’ll pay for yours, too. It’s the polite thing to do, I think.”

“You sure?”

“Positive.”

Steph smiled. “Alright, then. Let’s get up there.”

Just as they neared the front of the line, someone just had to go and leave a tip, prompting one of the baristas to get way too into the performance, and the crabby one at the register to look about five seconds from snapping.

Pete stared firmly at the ground, not wanting to know what Steph must have thought.

But it eventually ended and the ordered. Pete and his hot chocolate, Steph and her iced hazelnut latte.

Damn. She ordered without a beat. Pete didn’t know any coffee words, or at least, the difference between any of them. He could only imagine how much better that would work out at a place he wasn’t suddenly nervous to be in.

“You doing okay?” Steph asked as they sat down.

“...nervous,” Pete admitted. “I know this place isn’t exactly the fanciest in the world…in fact, today I see how tacky it is—”

“It’s okay to be nervous, though,” she said. “First date and all.”

“I–Is that what this is?”

“It can be if you want it to be.”

Pete nodded. “Yeah. Saying it that way, it’s uh, it’s good with me.”

“So it’s okay then,” she said again. “Besides, I’m still having fun. Get to look into the routine of Peter Spankoffski.”

“I should warn you now the drinks here aren’t actually that good,” Pete said quickly. “But it’s way cheaper than Starbucks, so—”

“At least it’ll be an experience, right?”

“Good or bad?”

“Good,” she assured him.

Their drinks arrived. Steph took a sip and grimaced. “The espresso’s burnt.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault.”

“We could have gone somewhere else—”

“Pete,” she said, taking his hand, “It’s okay. We’re okay. ‘Sides, I’m still having fun talking.”

“Really? Because you don’t gotta spare my feelings, I know this is going bad—”

“It’s not,” she promised. “I just like hanging with you, Pete. Even if the actual event is shitty. You’re still making it nice.”

Pete bit back another apology. He only blushed and nodded.

“Hey. I wanna make it up anyway, pay you back. How ‘bout next weekend, I treat you? At a Starbucks, if you want.”

Pete looked back up at her, and hearing the genuineness in her voice and seeing how she smiled at him despite it all brought him right back to reality, calming him down at once. “Yeah,” he said. “I think I’d like that.”

#lautski week #team starkid #starkid #hatchetfield #hatchetverse #lautski #peter spankoffski #pete spankoffski #steph lauter #stephanie lauter #em writes fics

[whiskeyswriting]

Tommy's Girl

😍Pairing: Steve Harrington x F!Reader

💭summary: He knows he’s not supposed to fall in love with his friend’s girlfriend. He knows it’s not very King Steve… but he does know how Tommy really treat his girlfriend. What will Steve do?

⚠️warning: mentions of cheating; mostly fluff with a tiny bit of angst

🎶 Song Inspiration: Jessie’s Girl by Rick Springfield

There was just something about the rhythm of the song that you can’t help but sing and dance to. Rick Springfield just knew what he was doing when he released Jessie’s Girl.

You didn’t notice that there were eyes on you as you danced along to the song while you wiped down the diner’s counter. Except they weren’t the pair of eyes of your boyfriend. No. They were of his once best friend. The only and only Steve Harrington.

Steve knew he shouldn’t feel this way for you. You were someone else’s girlfriend. Except… Steve knew how Tommy treated and saw you in the relationship.

He once had been the same as Tommy but he changed. Tommy… Well Tommy stayed Tommy.

“You’re drooling!” Dustin teases Steve, who immediately looks to see if you heard.

“Shut it Henderson.”

“You know you have to tell her. He’s been stringing her all along and for what to get into her pants?”

Steve scoffs at the plan he and Dustin overheard and hates that he used to be the same.

Both boys are engrossed in their conversation that they don’t hear you approaching them. “Can I get you a refill on anything?” You ask.

Steve just stares at you as Dustin rolls his eyes and asks two refills on their soft drinks. "Anyways... you know she deserves to know the truth and if you know it you should man up and tell her!”

You return with the promised soft drinks. “On the house. You guys are the only ones here. Want anything else? The kitchen is about to close.”

“A date!” The curly haired teenager says.

You laugh. “Maybe in a few years Dustin… Besides. I’m scare Suzy will wipe the floor with me.”

He smiles widely and shows his teeth. “The ladies just love me.”

You smile adoringly at the young boy you used to babysit. “That we do.” You turn to Steve. “What’s on your mind Harrington?”

“Hmmm… Oh uhm….”

“He’s in love with a girl that’s dating some idiot.”

“Ah! I see. It’s a tough position.”

Not looking at you, Steve just mumbles “She deserves better than T- her current boyfriend…” He stares out the window for a moment.

You go tell your boss you’re going to take a break before closing. You return to the boys and sit next to Steve.

You, however, miss the cheeky smile Dustin gives Steve. “You Steve are a treasure. You’ve changed since high school… This Steve… This Steve is much cooler than King Steve.” His cheeks and the tips of his ears flush pink.

“But he’s a dork that babysits teenagers!”

“And here you didn’t want me babysitting you Dustin,” you tease.

“Any girl would be lucky to date you,” you turn back to Steve and give his hand a squeeze.

Knowing this is his only shot, he takes a deep breath. “The thing is the guy… He cheats on her and makes her feel like she’s not enough.”

Your own cheeks flush. “That’s truly a terrible feeling. Nobody should be made felt like that.”

Steve’s hand now gives yours a squeeze. “She’s an amazing girl that just cares for everyone. And it’s terrible for me to want someone that is already dating someone else…”

You look into his beautiful brown eyes. Before you can say anything else, your boss calls you back to the kitchen.

“I have to go Steve… You're working tomorrow at Family Video? We can finish this conversation,” you say before heading back to the kitchen.

“I'll play along with the charade. There doesn't seem to be a reason to change… I wanna tell her that I love her, but the point is probably moot,” Steve mumbles under his breath as he watches you get back to work. “C’mon Henderson! Gotta get you home.”

After your shift, you drive over to Tommy’s house, where you spot Carol’s car. You also see his parent’s cars, so you decide to give them all a show. You know his parents love you and believe he’s their sweet angel baby.

You ring the doorbell and smirk when Carol answers, looking guilty. “Uh… Hi.”

“Hello Carol. I needed to speak with Tommy and then with you… but seeing that you’re already here, I’ll talk to you all now,” you say determined.

Mr. and Mrs. Hagan hear your voice and go to greet you. “Hi, love. How are you?”

“I’m doing great actually. I am happy that I found a guy that makes me happy and truly understands what it means to care for someone and be loyal to them.”

Tommy’s parents look at him with happy tears brimming in their eyes. “Oh no. It’s not Tommy. He’s been cheating on me with Carol. That’s why she’s here, isn’t it? You Tommy… You’ll never change. You’ll still be the same Tommy from high school. Always putting down others to make yourself feel better. Making one doubt their worth.”

You turn to leave and then you say “I wish you and Carol the lives you deserve for your selfishness… Mr. and Mrs. Hagan, you’ll always be my favorite Hagans. Always let me know when you come to the diner so I can get you something free.”

After giving Tommy’s parents a hug goodbye, you make your way out to go home. As soon as you get to your car and start driving, you feel a sense of relief. You no longer feel the need to change who you are to make someone else happy.

Last night you turned the page of the chapter that was Tommy Hagan.

Today would be the start of a new chapter. Would it end in heartbreak or happiness? You didn’t know yet, but you were still excited.

The bells jingled above you, announcing your arrival at Family Video. “Welcome to Family Video,” you hear Robin.

“Hi Robin! I came to return these movies and rent some new ones,” you tell her.

“Steve’s on break,” she says grinning when she catches you looking around to see if you saw him.

You chuckle nervously. “I just… I promised him I’d stop by to finish a conversation we were having yesterday.”

At hearing your voice, Steve rushed out from the back room, startling you. “You came!” He exclaims.

“Yeah. I promised you we’d finish the conversation.”

He nods and gestures for you to join him on a walk outside. “I just wanted to thank you for not kicking us out of the diner.”

“I would never. You and Henderson are two of my favorite customers… I admire and, honestly speaking, love how you’ve taken Dustin in and become the big brother he’s always needed in his life. Don’t tel him but he’s one of my favorite from the gang,” you say with a wink and bump your shoulder into his.

He smiles and runs his hand through his hair. His beautiful, soft, brown hair.

“Steve… I… I think you deserve to tell the girl you like what you feel. Not because you’re being selfish… but because she may need to hear that someone out there does care for her.”

He laughs in disbelief. “You’d have never said that if you knew who it was.”

Stopping in your tracks and turning to look him straight in his eyes you ask “Is the jerk boyfriend… Is it Tommy?”

He just looks back at you for a long moment before he nods. You notice the quick flicker his eyes make to look at your lips for a moment before retuning to your eyes.

“I dumped him. I found out he never broke up with Carol but he lied to his parents and meabout it.”

Steve risks it and moves in for a kiss. “I’ll never treat you how he did,” he says once he pulls back from kissing you.

“I know. I believe you,” you reply as a hand cups his cheek. “I like Dorky Babysitter Steve so much better than King Steve.”

“Be my girl,” he says softly before kissing you again. Steve no longer had to wish he had Tommy’s girl. Your nod as you both kiss was the only response he needed.

You are now Steve’s girl and you know your next chapter in life will be the best with him in your life.

#stranger things #stranger things fic #steve harrington #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington x reader #mrsjaderogerswrites

[putschki1969]

Wakana Winter Shark Festival Vol.#2 ~ Birthday Eve Cross Talk Event ~ LIVE COMMENTARY

It’s almost time for Vol.#2 of last year’s “Wakana Winter Shark Festival ～ Special Cross Talk Event ～ ”. As always I will be doing a live reaction to the event. Tweet by Wakana |

‖Event details Botanical Land members-ONLY streaming event Title: “Wakana Winter Shark Festival Vol.#2 ~ Birthday Eve Cross Talk Event ~” Date: December 9, 2022 (Friday) Time: 19:00~ (JST) Cast: Wakana, Yuuka Nanri (guest)

‖Ticket details Ticket sales: Bitfan tickets ; Livestream: Bitfan Live Sales period: November 18 18:00 to December 14 23:59 Archive period: ~December 18 ● Event viewing ticket ¥ 2,000 (tax included) ※ For FC members ONLY In order to buy a ticket, please refer to the tutorial provided by Botanical Land! I have also written my own tutorial for her previous FC event so feel free to check that out! Bitfan is a very foreigner-friendly platform so be sure to use this opportunity!

Ohhh, her hair looks darker here than it did in the recent pictures. Makes me happy. I was sad to see her darker go but it seems it was just the lighting that made it look like she had dyed her hair. She definitely cut it though but oh well, she obviously still looks gorgeous.XD Hearing Yuuka and Wakana reflect on last year’s live is getting me so excited for this year’s concert!! Also, they are planning to hold another event like this together. This time to celebrate Yuuka’s birthday in March.

Question Corner: Q1: To which prefecture would you like to travel together? Wakana would like to go to Shimane prefecture because she received some amazing omiyage from there a while back (Yōkan). Q2: Recent items that have a healing effect on you? Obviously it’s plants for Wakana  Q3: Do they buy Year-End Jumbo Lottery tickets? Yes, Wakana does indeed buy them and if she won, she would use the money for her plants Q4: Ways to calm down and work on blood pressure? Concentrate and think about the universe Q5: How would they spend a day if they lived together? They imagine it would be fun. Wakana is ready to do all the laundry because she loves it. Wakana doesn’t eat carbs in the evening so they would have trouble figuring out dinner since Yuuka prefers to eat carbs. Wakana is jealous that Yuuka manages to stay so thin even though she eats a lot of carbs. Wakana warns that she loses a lot of hair so that might be annoying for anyone who lives with her. Q6: If they could change voices, which of their respective song would they like to sing? They pretty much just praise each other’s voice here. Yuuka would love to sing Christmas songs if she had Wakana’s voice because she feels like Wakana’s voice fits these types of songs perfectly. Q7: Someone asks Wakana if she has bought a new microwave (since she mentioned last time that it’s super old and barely working anymore): She didn’t. It’s still working somehow. However, she did buy a bunch of other stuff but more on that later. Q8: Anything they would want as birthday present? Wakana wants a cordless vacuum cleaner (as we know, she bought one for herself at the beginning of the new year) Q9: Recommended cooking method: Wakana talks in detail about a gluten free version of an Okinawa Champuru dish. Q10: Something they like about each other? Here they are supposed to describe a positive character trait about the each other. Then they each react to the other’s thoughts and confirm whether that’s an accurate description of their character. Yuuka describes Wakana as very bright and cheerful. Mainly because she has been talking a lot since the get-go. Wakana is afraid this particular trait of hers might come across as annoying but Yuuka really likes it. She admits tough that she did feel a little overwhelmed at first because she couldn’t explain how someone’s switch was just always turned on, no breaks, no downtime, nothing. Q11: Any recommended instruments for playing and tips how to stay motivated? Wakana tries to play a bit of piano but she hasn’t been very diligent with her practicing so she is really not the right person to provide any type of encouragement or support. Wakana recommends just listening to the sound of instruments and choose what you like best when deciding on what to start playing. Q12: How have they progressed in the past year? Wakana has made some improvements on her neck by doing lots of exercising and stretching. Q13: How to spend Christmas as an adult? Eat chicken and cake. Have some red wine. A good meal is more important to her than presents. Q14: What was the most surprising thing that happened this year? Wakana finally realised that the right combination of air-con and humidifier is the best way to stay warm in winter. In the past she refused to use air-con heating due to the dry air. Q15: How to memorise lyrics for a live? Endless repetition and trying to come up with a simple story that makes it easier to memorise everything. Q16: Ever experienced a time leap or deja vu? Not really. She is often reminded of other stuff or experiences nostalgia but nothing else. One weird thing though: Sometimes she will dream of people contacting her and then they actually end up contacting her soon after. Q17: Have they visited Ghibli Park? Any other such places they would like to visit? No, unfortunately Wakana hasn’t been able to visit yet. But she wants to, especially after seeing everyone’s reports. Q18: Any artist/work (anime, drama, show, etc) that influenced your life a lot? They go off on a tangent and talk about idols. Wakana mentions a group called “Travis Japan”. Seems like she used to be quite obsessed with them. They even were on America’s Got Talent. Q19: The thing you worked hardest on this year? Wakana worked hardest on her music. Basically what she always does. But she also tried to drink more water and focus on skincare. Q20: Recommended Christmas book? She shows a few books

Present Time: Wakana introduces items she bought for her birthday (seems like she likes to buy presents for herself XD). She got herself a cordless hair iron (Ya-Man Shine Pro) that can be used in the bath. And a lint remover by Kedamatori.

Cake Time:  So cute to hear her sing for herself. The fruit tart looks absolutely delicious!

Game Corner (personality test): God, there was a lot of complicated stuff XD

Live Goods Introduction: I honestly wanna buy everything. The keyholder looks so pretty! And the pink gloves are cuter than I expected. Might have to buy two pairs. I wonder what that big spoiler in the pamphlet is all about? Probably her album release?

#kalafina #wakana #report #fan club exclusive content #botanical land #winter shark festival #winter shark festival vol 2 #sorry I just stopped midway through #they were talking too much #will update as soon as I have time

[renneiscent]

You Are All That Matters

Hello, I sincerely apologise for updating really late. I got knocked off by life and somehow I wasn’t able to continue this fic but thank God, I finally managed to write this chapter. I hope you enjoy this chapter and hopefully this makes sense and thank you for reading this. I appreciate it so much and once again, I’m deeply sorry for updating really late.

Warning: Violence.

Chapters: 15/?

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“There weren’t just two people involved in the incident back then.” He takes a pause, “there were three.” Before I managed to ask what the hell he is talking about, the man in front of me is taking off the ugly mask he is wearing and making his face is fully exposed. In the middle of dark forest with the limited light source, I unfortunately can still see his familiar face clearly which looks worn out with the obtrusive stubble and tiring eye bags.

I’m crushed.

Have you ever heard about Elisabeth Kübler-Ross? She was a psychiatrist and one of her great contributions in this world is her theory about five stages of grief. Those stages are denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and finally an acceptance. These stages are our attempts to accept the change, the reality that hits hard, the loss we have been through, and our effort to adapt with the hurting truth. To summarise, it’s basically saying the process to accept what it’s unacceptable.

And I think I’m already in the first stage; denial.

I’m confusedly looking at the man in front of me. Richy Rogers. He is avoiding eye-contact with the clenched jaw. Is he feeling guilty? Feeling shame? Humiliated? I don’t know. I don’t even know what I’m feeling right now. I don’t even know if what it’s in front of me is real or just a product of my stress. I don’t know… I don’t want to know anymore.

“Ten years ago,” he finally is speaking after the silence between us. His breath is slow and hard. “Hannah and Amy showed up on my doorstep.” He is taking glance at me before looking away again. “Pine Glade was almost over.  Stuck already. They wanted me to drive them to Grimrock because Amy lost something there… I can’t even remember what it was,” he quietly scoffs. “I had been at the festival the whole day, I was drunk.” He let out the dry laugh then looks at me. “I had a couple of drinks… I said no… but they insisted… they were in a hurry… they already made this huge detour to get to me so… and I had been driving around our yard a couple of times… so, I gave them the key to an old AMC Gremlin—one that should have been scrapped a couple days later. So I thought, there is no harm in that.”

“Right?” He shrugs then look at me; asking for my judgement probably, but I’m not sure if that’s his intention. because before I managed to response, he already throw his gaze at somewhere else again. There is a long pause between us, this time his face look more tensed. The atmosphere around him somehow is also changing; it becomes heavier than before. I know where this is going.

 “A couple of minutes they showed up again… and I almost didn’t recognise the car.” He is trailing off, “there was blood on the windshield… there was blood on the bumper…”

No, no. Stop talking.

“And none of them were capable to as much as other to sing a word. I thought they must have hit an animal—some deer that jumped in front of the car. So, I drove them to the spot…” he is taking a deep breath.

Please stop.

“And there she was… a girl… covered in blood… lifeless.” He let out a quiet sigh. “We buried it in the forest… we never spoke a word of that again…” he is slowly putting his gaze on me, I’m still unable to understand that expression. “I’m sorry.”

I’m falling apart. And right now, I think I’m leveling to the second stage; anger.

I’m letting out a bitter laugh, it’s so bitter until I think I can even taste the imaginary flavour of it on the tip of my tongue. All of these strange feelings I have noticed, all of those sketchy situations—I already have this presumption before, but seems like my emotions and illogical trust with him cloud my perspective. Without I was aware, I had ignored all the proofs which pointed at him being suspicious all this time.

Don’t cry, don’t cry. Don’t you dare to slip even a single tear, MC!

“I have always known, but I didn’t want it to be true.” I slowly lift my gaze down, looking at the grass or Richy’s feet, I don’t know. I don’t want to look at him in the eyes. My mind is totally blank or even completely full until it stops processing. I don’t know anymore. “You were leading us on all this time.” I remember how he was so cooperative about everything; he even stayed to our investigation about Man Without A Face, he even talked to Phil about his rude comments of Hannah, he answered all of my questions about Hannah’s car, he…

“All the threatening calls…?”

I suddenly realised with all the creepy calls and video-calls I have received, those scary distorted voice and ugly mask—those calls are from Richy, the one who I thought is my friend. How he attacked Jessy and innocently look after her after he attacked Jessy that night. I understand how he marked himself, but Jessy? Who knows if he tampered Dan’s car like he did to the group’s cars? I lift my gaze and glare at him; my eyes are full with resentment and disappointment. “How dare you do this to us?” with clenching my knuckles, I can sense my blood is boiling because of the rage is filling in every cell of me. Richy Rogers, you are so fucked up.

“MC, please let me explain..” I snort hearing his voice. The sentence he just said is disgustingly funny in my ears. What else should he explains after the last story he just told is already a dropped bombshell in this sickening situation? Not to mention how he exposed himself as the perpetrator all along already dropped me down to the deepest ground of the earth. I should just leave from this place and call the police; let them to catch this douche bag in front of me.

But I didn’t. I close both of my eyes and take a deep breath. I open my eyes then slowly lift it to look at Richy. I’m going to regret this later but still… “Please explain,” I shouldn’t do this. “I need to understand.” This is stupid decision.

“I hadn’t thought of the accident for a long time until Hannah came to the garage one day. Her oil slump was broken because she had driven into a pothole.” His explanation reminds me with that time when I talked to him because of the Rogers’ Garage number is on Hannah’s phone list on the day she is missing.

“So, at least the thing about the oil sump wasn’t a lie.” I retort.

“No, it wasn’t. I noticed immediately that there was something wrong with her. But she didn’t want to say what it was.” His expression is showing his mind is wandering around, I don't know where but I feel like he's not exactly here right now.

“She excluded you even though it affected you, too.” I curl my brows, thinking hard what is the reason behind Hannah’s decision?

“She did. And I would have probably just left it at that. If I hadn’t seen Amy in Hannah’s car before she turned into my driveway. That worried me.”

“I suppose you weren’t in contact with Amy since the accident which is why the others thought Hannah didn’t know her.”

“That’s right. So I took a look at Hannah’s satnav…” I snort; I remember when Jessy told me that Richy said to her there is nothing in Hannah’s satnav. “The address in the satnav was that of Iris Hanson and then I knew that my worries were justified. I drove to Amy and she told me everything, Hannah found that bracelet and then she suddenly saw figure by the edge of the woods.”

I frown after hearing the last sentence. “So, it really was just her imagination?”

“He never existed, MC. I knew it was a time. We had run away from it for long enough—”

“You bet, it’s 10 years already…” I thought I was talking to myself but he didn’t speak anymore and instead tilt his head and looking at me. I think I just cut off his self-advocacy. “So, you went to the police?” I ask, or accuse? I don’t know which one.

“I told Amy we should finally turn ourselves in but she didn’t want to hear about it. She said Hannah was only imagining the Man Without A Face and that she just wanted to forget everything. So I made sure Amy would see him too.”

I laugh desperately, the mental image of Amy’s letter that I just found out in that strange room is popping out in my brain. This is much way fucked up that I have imagined it is. “But it didn’t go the way you planned, yes? Amy killed herself because of your brilliant acting skill.” He didn’t answer me immediately, I’m not sure but I think his expression somehow scares the shit of me. In the glimpse of time, I cannot recognise the man in front of me anymore.

“Then, what about Hannah? Why did you kidnap her?” I ask, even though I’m not sure if I want to hear the answer.

“When I found Amy, her phone suddenly rang and it was Hannah. She left a voice mail and I listened to it, she said she had something to go against her pursuer. Something about her had set up a camera, so she must have filmed me with it.” He explains it with flat tone, his eyes are growing darker.

“So, that’s why you kidnap her?” I clench my knuckles, biting inside of my cheeks.

“I got scared,” he takes a pause. “I was… overwhelmed by the situation, and one thing lead to another.”

And that’s when I left all of my ability to tolerate this stupid thing behind. I’m rushing toward him with the form of fists on both of my hands. I jump to him like an animal and grip his hooded jacket with both of my hands, pushing him to the ground forcedly with the weight of my body; I don’t care if I don’t look like a decent human-being anymore. “One thing lead to another, you said? That’s why you marked Jessy? That’s why you attacked her? That’s why!?” I can sense the heat around my neck to my face, probably the blood is rushing around me because of my rage is exploding.

“I did it because I had to prove it couldn’t have been Phil!” he scream the answer in front of my face, despite the lacking of light surround us, I still can see his face is also as red as the roses.

“Who the hell knows if I should believe all of your saying!? Did you tamper Dan’s car too!?” I’m still on top of him with grasping his jacket tightly; my hands are hurting because of it. Ah, I hate this. I can tell you that I will cry in the next second, my eyes are watery enough right now.

“I swear I didn’t do it! I told you his car is fine!” he is trying to let me go off from him, but I think I’m too strong and heavy for him. Lucky me, I guess.

“Did you expect me to believe you anymore, you traitor!? Why did you ask me to come here all alone? Did you want to kidnap or even kill me for being here just by myself!?” I ask him with the sharp tone, venting out all the frustration inside me.

And that’s when I misjudged he barely hard to push me off from him because I thought I’m too strong and heavy, but right now he easily shove me off and put me in the ground instead. His hands right now are wrapping around my neck, squeezing it tight until I’m hardly breathing. I’m looking him in the eyes; this is jumping out of my skin. I didn’t expect that Richy Rogers, the man that I thought is my new friend, is trying to strangle me with the death stare on his eyes like he really want to kill me right now.

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[minkkumaz]

I JUST DIED OMG MY FRIEND. dude omg bro okay dude so like dude bro!!!

my friend has been dating this guy right, and she had their first kiss like literally yesterday (i SWEAR im going somewhere w this) but basically she asked him to whistle and yk when u whistle you pucker out your lips?? SHE STRAIGHTUP LIKE KISSED HIM.

idk if this counts as a request but i swear it isnt u dont have to reply to this if it seems like one!! 😭😭

but omg what would the bonedos reaction be. LIKE I CAN SEE JAEHYUN EITHER STUCK IN THE 😗 FACE OR HES JUST LIKE 😧.

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STOP IT YOUR FRIEND IS SO BOLD OMG can she give me tips on how to rizz up yungyu like that🤔🤔

also i love love the bonedo boys with that, i dont consider this much of a req especially if im not formatting it all aesthetically HAHA so ill give u a little smidge here ^_^

also sorry if i went overboard or its bad LMAOO its like midnight almost 1 am here💔💔

sungho :

- this man is obsessed with you and he would quite literally do anything for you.

- he definitely didnt want to rush into kissing because he believes in the art of slow burn

- and though he would never admit to it he does really want to kiss you

- "sunghoooo do you know how to whistle? i've been trying to learn all day.."

- "darlings it's easy, you basically pucker your lips like this and-"

- you lean in to land a soft kiss on his lips, interrupting his train of thought

- i think bro feels like he just got hit with a heat wave bc he didn't know he could blush this much

- at first he wanted your guys first kiss to be special, but your quirky charm and tactics you used to get him right where you wanted him is what made him fall in love in the first place

- "gahh you're so cute darling, i might have to teach you to whistle more often."

riwoo :

- i don't think riwoo is the type to initiate a first kiss, not unless he was pep talked by jae or something (come on, jae is everyones wingman)

- he loves you so much, and i know as soon as that first is out of the way he will not be able to stop kissing you

- it's kinda early in the morning and today you are going with riwoo to the studio!

- birds are chirping, singing their lil song, which gives you an idea; very sudden, but an idea

- "riwoo you kinda remind me of a bird."

- "what's that supposed to mean?" he pouts.

- "nothing bad! you're just so cute whenever you are all smiley and singing its like a little bird tweeting. bet you could whistle like one too."

- "i think my singing is probably better than my whistling." he looks over at you to demonstrate, but you're already looking right back at him!

- taking him aback slightly, you plant a little kiss on his puckered lips then quickly skip ahead of him

- hes very dumbfounded, but already plotting in his head how he's going to attack you with kisses (in private, doesnt give me much of a pda guy besides holding hands ^^;)

jaehyun :

- this man has been secretly plotting against you to catch you in the most perfect first kiss ever

- unlike woonhak, he wants to kiss u with permission.. and on ur adorable lips (referencing the funnextdoor vid where he kisses woons head LMAOO)

- little does he know you're also planning to outsmart his ass

- the two of you are playing a game on the console in the living room, getting slightly competetive

- "if i win you have to sing me to sleep tonight!" you say mashing on the keys of your controller

- "babyyy you know i already do that for you."

- "guess i got you wrapped around my finger then!" you smile, passing the finish line with a big '1ST PLACE' on your screen.

- "this game is rigged!"

- "less talking more singing pretty boy" you snuggle yourself into the makeshift bed on the couch, jae on the floor with his back against the bottom part, looking up at you.

- "okay what song?"

- "the one i like with the whistling in the beginning."

- as jaehyun puckers out his lips to start, you lean in quickly to catch a kiss

- he has zero reaction, maintaining the same face you caught him in, before his jaw dropped

- you were giggling so hard as he gets up from his spot on the floor to heave himself on top of you

- "i was supposed to initiate our first kiss, babyyy!" he whines, leaning in to kiss your lips again

taesan :

- bro wants to actually kiss you so bad

- im a firm believer in down bad taesan

- and he really wants to kiss you

- but he doesnt want to make you uncomfortable, so whenever he finds himself pulling up your chin to look at him, he only smiles and pulls away

- part of you wanted him to kiss you, but you had a slightly better idea

- taesan was on the floor customizing a pair of shoes. he was whistling quietly to himself before stopping

- "hey what was that tune you were whistling? sounded pretty."

- "you're prettier, but it was just something i came up with last night." he responds fondly.

- you came and sat next to him on the floor, admiring his work.

- "can you do it again please?"

- "only for you love."

- he begins whistling, and you let him for a second because of how gorgeous the tune sounds

- but before you know it, youre pulling up his chin with the infinite rizz you have and kissing him on the lips

- BUT NO. he doesnt let you pull away

- he just smiles into the kiss, pulling you closer to him (and probably getting paint on the back of your head)

leehan :

- i think bro would be easiest to trick with this

- i feel like it might be obvious where i'm gonna go with this.. LMAO

- i am an avid supporter of the leehan fish prince agenda

- he is so in love with you, just as much as his fishies in his little aquarium

- one day you come visit him in the dorms, walking in to see him just admiring the small fish

- he sees the movement of your reflection in the glass, so when you come sit next to him he isn't very shocked

- "you're so interesting when you admire your tank."

- "am i?"

- "yup, you're starting to look like one too."

- "hey! taesan told me that yesterday."

- "give me your best fish face to really seal the deal," you giggle, "kinda like you're whistling!"

- he obliges, pursing his lips into a little kissy face, before you can lean your own lips against his!

- bros entire life played in his head he almost lost his chill guy persona

- leehan was staring at you with so much fondness as he was zoning out you almost got a little worried

- "hannie- hannie!"

- "you are so perfect, y/n." he grins, pulling you into another kiss (in front of his fish children smh)

woonhak :

- this might be a hot take but i think woonhak is similar to riwoo when it comes to first kisses. unless jae is there to hype him up he wont do it

- of course he wants to kiss you, he enjoys affection and god especially when it's with you

- nothing you could ever do would make him look away, you're just so you.

- on a fine ol day, you're sitting with him at the park hanging out!!

- both of you are kinda stuttery, but the conversation ends up flowing fast. neither of you know whether this hangout is considered as your first date as a couple, hence the nervousness

- nonetheless, you are both laughing and just enjoying each others company

- but NO!! you want something a tad bit more

- "hey this might be a weird question but erm-- can you whistle for me?"

- "oh-- yeah of course! what for?"

- "you'll see!" you squeak out

- woon is slightly skeptical, but follows through anyways, puckering his lips to start whistling, before nothing is able to leave his lips!

- a roadblock warning he didnt see: your own lips!

- the kiss is fast, but bro is stunned

- mrs rabbit has fainted

- mrs rabbit has fainted again

- he is lowkey stressed a little, but it turns into relief. smiling so wide the whole neighborhood could see <3

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