#we had a really weird conversation a couple weeks ago where we were both like... we could fuck.... just for funsies

[prettycottagequeer]

I'm so fuckeddddd 100% gonna die this is so bad

#im doing the most lesbian shit i stg #fully have a crush on my roomate #that i kinda fucked in like august #we had a really weird conversation a couple weeks ago where we were both like... we could fuck.... just for funsies #and we were both like im not saying yes but im not saying no #so she's been randomly poppin into my head all of the time and we've been like joking/flirting more #she's so prettyyyyyy #and i dont know what to do about it #we've been friends for like 3 years at this point #idk ugh im such a mess #i like her a lot though and i hope.. something happens

[fictionalwh0ree]

Hi! May I please make a Billie request where Billie realizes she has a crush on her best friend and starts acting nervous and shy around her, and Billie decides to go live one day and fans are asking about reader since she's usually always around and Bil's like "guys she makes me nervous cause I think she's super pretty" and basically admits her crush? Thank you 🥹🤗

cocktail night- billie eilish

summary: you and billie became fast friends, but the celebrity lifestyle sometimes interferes with your plans. you two finally have a free night and decide to have a cocktail night. with alcohol flowing through her veins, billie can't help but confess her crush on you to the world.

word count: 1.4k

warnings: alcohol/drinking, mild swearing

billie eilish was easily your favourite person in the world. despite having met only eight months ago, you guys had developed a bond unlike any other, spending any free time either of you had with each other. you knew you could spend every waking moment with her, and if you could, you definitely would. however, the celebrity lifestyles often clashed and while there were weeks were you could spend every day with each other, there were times where weeks would go by and you wouldn’t see each other. now was one of those dry spells where you hadn’t seen each other in about two weeks. you planned a little cocktail night together when you were both free. the idea had been your suggestion as the last couple of times you had seen your best friend, she had been acting strange. she was flustered and more quiet than usual. you blew it off as some weird way of coping with the stress and work that goes into writing and producing a new album, but thought that a couple cocktails might help loosen her up a little bit.

finally, the night arrived. you unlocked her door with the spare key she had given you and were immediately greeted by shark, who barked excitedly at seeing you. you bent down to pet him as billie ran down the stairs to meet you. with almost as much excitement as her puppy, she wrapped her arms around you in a hug while a large smile adorned her face. once she pulled away, you followed her to the kitchen.

“soooo, whats new?” she asked you.

“billie, we were on call just before i left the house,” you laughed before stuffing a couple chips in your mouth.

“but actually, this guy cut me off when i was driving and the guy behind me honked at me. i was so annoyed. the only thing that got me through the drive was reminding myself i would be drinking soon,” you vented.

“the thought of seeing me wasn’t enough to get you through the drive?” she joked, placing her hands over her heart dramatically.

“nope,” you smiled.

she kissed her teeth and looked away in fake annoyance, but the large smile on her face gave it away. she looked back over at you, your eyes locking, but only for a moment before hers dropped to the ground.

“i did miss you though, for real,” you affirmed.

“i missed you too,” she said.

“stop being so busy all the time,” billie joked.

“says you,” you laughed.

“you know, i think it would save you a lot of time if you had a muse to write about,” you joked, snagging a couple more chips.

“oh really? and who should my muse be?” she said, raising her eyebrow.

“me, duh,” you smiled.

“you’re already my muse,” she said, sending an exaggerated wink your way.

“aww, shut the fuck up,” you said, shoving her playfully.

“okay, come on lets get to drinking,” billie said, switching the subject.

you nodded in accordance and the two of you worked together, gathering everything you would need. as you prepared your cocktails, you downed a couple of shots each, leaving your prepared drinks, which were supposed to be somewhat aesthetic, a very ugly and delicious hot mess. you took your drinks into the living room and billie put on a movie. the two of you were already tipsy before having even taken a sip of your cocktail, and the movie had become background noise amongst your lively conversation.

before long, the two of you decided it was time to change into something more comfortable. thankfully, you had come prepared with matching christmas pj pants which you had bought earlier in the day. you told her to stay in her place, and she waited eagerly for you as you retrieved your bag. you pulled them out with a ‘ta da.’ she matched your energy, shrieking in excitement. she ran upstairs to get changed and as did you. once you were ready, you met her back in the living room, about to sit on the couch before the alcohol finally got to your bladder.

“i’m gonna go use the washroom quickly,” you told her.

she nodded, fidgeting with her phone. little did you know, she was going on live. the alcohol in her system making it seem like a good way to share your matching pyjama pants. she turned it on and within seconds, hundreds of thousands of people had joined. her live had just barely caught the end of your sentence, leading her fans to question where you were. the comments became flooded with comments along the lines of “is that y/n?” and “where’s y/n?”.

“yes guys, it is y/n,” billie smiled, a faint blush appearing on her cheeks as she slurred her words slightly.

“i came on here to show you guys our matching pj pants but she went to the washroom,” she continued.

her fans quickly picked up on the fact that she had been drinking and they had noticed the blush that got stronger with your mention.

“ouuuu she’s blushing,” one comment said.

“her cheeks r so red rn,” another one read.

“guyssss,” billie whined.

“who’s got you blushing like that 👀 👀” someone commented.

billie read it, mumbling the words slightly, before giggling.

“guys if i tell you this you can’t tell anyone okay?” she smiled, multiple fans agreeing and promising.

“y/n makes me nervous cause i think she's super pretty,” she confessed, giggling like a schoolgirl and throwing her phone. she shrieked into a nearby pillow, not fully recognizing what she had done. she picked up her phone hastily when she heard the bathroom door open. the comments were flooded with excitement and support from her fans, and of course, a lot of teasing as well.

“shhhhh, she’s coming back. remember the promise,” she said, turning back to see you a couple feet from the couch.

“what’re you up to?” you said skeptically.

“nothing,” she said innocently, widening her eyes at the camera to remind them to stay quiet.

“uh huh,” you laughed.

“i went on live to show everyone our matching pyjamas,” she said.

“well show them then,” you said.

she set her phone down against her empty cocktail glass and got up, standing next to you.

the two of you backed up until the camera captured you two fully donning your matching pants and white tank tops. she ran back to her phone and sat on the couch.

“why are you acting funny?” you smiled at her, tilting your head.

“i’m not,” she laughed.

“okay billie,” you laughed back.

you sat down next to her, setting your head down on her shoulder, causing her to blush again.

“my parents 😫😫😫,” someone commented.

“this is too cute,” another one read.

“billie u need to tell her,” one said.

“what’s up with your comments?” you asked billie, looking up at her.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said, looking away.

you shook your head and looked back at the screen.

“billie said you made her nervous because she thinks you’re REALLY pretty,” a comment read.

you barely caught it as billie pulled the phone up above your face.

“you guys are snitches byeee” she said, ending the live hastily.

you sat up straight, looking at her in the eyes.

“i caught that, y’know?” you said.

“they weren’t supposed to say anything,” billie mumbled, a shy smile playing on her lips as her eyes locked on the couch cushion below her.

you laughed softly.

“so whats this about?” you asked gently, trying to coax her attention back to you.

“you read the comment,” she said, voice just above a whisper.

“say it,” you said, lifting her chin with your fingers, “tell me.”

she took a moment to meet your eyes, your faces now only inches apart as you leaned forward.

“i think you’re really pretty,” she whispered, “and i think i might like you, in more than a friend way.”

you finally leaned forward, linking your lips in a tender kiss. she leaned towards you and you leaned back until you were barely upright against the armrest. she pulled away for a moment, looking at you with a cheesy smile.

“you’re so stupid, y’know that?”

#billie eilish x reader #billie eilish #billie eilish imagine #billie eilish x y/n #billie eilish fluff #billie eilish x you #wlw

[angel-kyo]

Pay it no mind

Part III

In which reader confesses their feelings to Gojo, but it seems these are not returned (maybe?).

Warnings: reader is on the receiving end of rejection (kinda), and the fact that I'm obsessed with unrequited love is a warning itself.

Previous: Part I, Part II

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Ikeda Haruki and you had met while you were in high school, although he did not attend Jujutsu Tech. In fact, he did not know anything about the jujutsu world or curses, the reason being that he was a non-sorcerer.

“Oh, I see… So you think they discontinued it?” Haruki looked at the products you had been holding just a couple minutes ago, touching his chin with his finger.

You shrugged. “I think so. This is the third store I try, and they just don't have it” He had asked you if you lived nearby, to which you had admitted that you did not, but your search for a certain shampoo brand had led you to that particular store.

He had laughed, but still said he totally understood, and that he would also search all of Tokyo for his favorite tea if it ever disappeared.

That made you laugh a little. “It’s not quite the same.”

You had forgotten how easy it was to engage in conversation with Haruki. That is how you quickly learned that he had only returned to Tokyo a couple months ago but was becoming a regular at that store; that he had spent some time abroad, but he had come back for work and now lived alone; and that he was sorry he did not do more to stay in touch with you.

The sun was setting when you exited the store and were about to part ways with Ikeda. The shine in his eyes reflected the colors of a sunset sky and, although nothing like the shades of blue you had grown to love, his gaze made you nostalgic for a time, years ago, when you were younger, and your hearts were probably lighter.

“Would it be okay if I asked for your number?” Haruki’s face showed just a bit of embarrassment, “I’m not trying to be creepy!”, he blushed and laughed nervously as you smiled. He was still as charming as you remembered him. “It’s just that it is nice finally seeing a familiar face. I’m sorry if that sounds…”

“No, I get it”, you interrupted him. “Things must feel different after being away for so long. I would love to catch up sometime.” You put out your phone to get his number.

***

“Don’t you dare mix your sweets with my popcorn, Satoru!” you warned him from your small kitchen.

It had been almost two months since Gojo had rejected you, but your friendship had somewhat returned to normal.

Of course, there had been weird moments between you two, like when he would mindlessly drop an arm around your shoulders and lean too close to your face, or when he would fix your uniform or try to feed you something sweet. Those things had been just part of your usual dynamic weeks ago, but now, he would back off a bit, sometimes, even before seeing your flustered face.

Now, he would do his best to just point out you needed to fix the button of your jacket and put a sweet in your hand instead of taking it straight to your lips. You did not know, but he had resolved in his heart that, if he could not give you a clear answer, at least he did not want to give you any mixed signals.

You carried the drinks to the living room and sat next to Gojo. “Are we really going to eat all of that?” You observed the variety of food in front of you that Satoru had brought and unpacked.

“You underestimate us.” He smirked and put his arm around you. He was trying, truly, but old habits die hard.

“We are going to have a hell of a stomachache after this.” You sighed and scooted closer to him. Old habits really die hard. “So, what are we watching first today? I think it is your turn to pick.”

It was usual for you and him to meet at one of your places every once in a while, to have a movie marathon and eat as much as you humanly could. Albeit unsaid, both of you were glad you were not giving up that tradition despite the events of the last few weeks.

“That one where the kid dies at the end.” He shoved a bunch of popcorn in his mouth

You glared at him. Satoru was a movie enthusiast but also a walking spoiler alert.

***

2:47 am

Your eyes opened and adjusted to your poorly illuminated living room. You had fallen asleep at some point during your third movie and judging by the position you and Satoru were in, he had been deeply asleep for a while too.

“Satoru”, you whispered. “Hey, wake up. Your neck is gonna hurt if you stay like that.”

His sunglasses had fallen off his face, so he recognized your ceiling immediately. Had he dozed off? His arm tightened slightly around your waist, and he looked at you.

“We fell asleep.” Your face had been pressed to his chest, but you were moving his arm away to sit up, your eyes on the tv screen showing the credits of the movie you had probably not finished watching. He looked at them too; his neck was a bit sore.

“What time is it?”, he asked.

You stretched before reaching for your phone. “Almost 3:00 am. We should head to the bedroom.” You yawned.

Now that woke him up. “The bedroom?!”

You raised an eyebrow. “You are staying, right? But you cannot take the bed if you don't want the futon this time.” It was not a big deal that he stayed. After all, he would do it most times.

Since you did not have a guest room, he had insisted on getting a futon so he could stay over when he was 'too tired' to go home, although he would sometimes steal your bed and force you to take the futon instead because 'it was more comfortable' and 'best friend privilege'.

Of course, you had argued that he could just teleport home if he wanted, but he would put the futon in your bedroom anyway or in the living if it was a summer night and stay over.

“Right...” he said.

It took you a second too late to realize that he might have thought it to be weird. Sleeping in the same room as him used to be one thing, but now would he not prefer going home?

"Alright." You nodded and went to the bathroom in a hurry to shake away any awkwardness.

Gojo felt relieved when you left him alone, hoping his expression had not been too revealing. He sat up straight and ran his fingers through his hair. His face felt hot, and what on earth had he imagined at the mention of your bedroom?

He thought of how close you had been just a moment ago and how easily he had relaxed and fallen asleep with you in his arms.

We fit perfectly.

He smiled at that thought but immediately felt the urge to scold himself.

What is wrong with me? We are friends.

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Note: Can you tell I enjoy picturing Gojo in denial?

Thanks for reading!

Next: Part IV

#gojo satoru #gojo x reader #jjk drabbles #jjk #gojo x you #gojo x y/n #jujutsu kaisen #jjk fanfic #jjk gojo #satoru x reader #satoru x you #drabble #gojo fanfic #pay it no mind #gojo fluff

[pixiesfz]

kyra cooney-cross x reader

plot: you and Kyra used to be best friends and now she's on top of the world and you feel like you're falling behind.

warning: angst, swearing, idk

You sat at the restaurant with a menu in front of you as another waiter came to ask for your order "I'm just waiting for someone" You smiled politely but they just nodded their head and walked away.

You checked your phone again it was 8:30, you had both agreed on 8:00, all those years ago, every Friday. She was hardly ever late. Well that was until after the world cup.

She had thrived and you watched on the sidelines almost every match, she gained attention and you loved that for her, you were even the first person to go to her apartment to congratulate her on her signing with Arsenal.

But now she was busy and even more popular with the fans, you wanted to be so happy for her but it pulled her away from you so you never fought it, you only texted her a couple of times with congratulations and the conversations never lasted long. But you always had your Friday night 'dates' your other friends called them.

It was no secret that the two of you had some feelings towards another and your flat mates bullied you for it non stop. You realized you liked the girl when she got the call up to be in the senior squad for Matildas. She was so happy and her dream had finally come true.

You had a feeling she liked you too but you never acted on it, you were always scared whenever the opportunity came up.

You regrated never telling her because maybe then she would be sitting in front of you right now looking at the menu over and over even when you knew she would just settle with a classic margarita pizza and a sprite lemonade. She wasn't to fancy.

It had been 45 minutes now and you had lost your hope, she wasn't coming and she didn't even send you a text. You felt embarrassed as you sat up and paid for your drink as you had told the workers you were waiting for someone and now you were walking out alone.

It was when you turned the corner of the street you saw the girl you had been waiting for in a frantic state almost running to the restaurant.

"Y/N!" she called out as you walked past her "you were late" you told her, not changing your pace. You felt her go to your side again "Y/N I'm so sorry-"

You breathed in before turning to her "you didn't even bother to text!" Kyra looked down to the floor giving you an opportunity to talk again "where even were you?" you questioned and she was silent again "I forgot" she mumbled and you took a step back.

How could she forget.

For three years you've been doing this. What could have been so adamant on her mind that she forgot that she was supposed to see you.

"Or did you forget about me?"

Your question struck something in Kyra "No I could never-" "No I'm serious" you told her "I'm happy for you I really am but I feel like I'm just something that you're leaving behind, we don't talk as much, we haven't facetimes each other in god knows how long" you ranted

"I'm sorry" Kyra said looking at you but you shook your head "I know 'm not your girlfriend or anything, but I don't want to be another ex friend" you started "we've been through too much for that" you told her before walking away and to your car and driving off.

When you woke up the next morning you didn't know how to feel, did you just fuck up everything? You looked to your phone to maybe see a message from Kyra but instead you saw one from Steph, Kyra's team mate from Arsenal and the Tillies.

Steph: Hey do you know what's wrong with Kyra she seems weird today

Fuck. You ruffled your hair between your fingers and ignored the feeling in your stomach

Y/N: Yep I have a feeling, I'll come over after training.

You didn't want Kyra to feel like this even though it was what she made you feel for weeks on end, but you couldn't give up on her, you couldn't give up on the both of you.

It was late when you finally had the courage to drive to Steph's house where Kyra had been staying before she found an apartment near training. It was dark and the stars were in the sky.

When you knocked on the door Steph was quick to greet you "hey Y/N" she smiled and let you in "hey Steph" you sheepishly smiled as you walked in "Kyra's in the guest bedroom, been stuck in their since training" she sighed and turned to you "you're the only person that I've seen her be so happy with" she pointed out "sorry if I interrupted-" "your fine Steph" you waved her off before breathing in "I'll go talk to her" you nodded before making your way into the guest bedroom.

You hesitated before knocking on the door but did anyway "I'll have dinner later Steph" she called back "It's not Steph" you replied back and Kyra was quick to open the door after hearing your voice "hey Y/N/N" she whispered "Hey Ky" you smiled before letting yourself in and closing the door behind you.

"Steph texted me, said you weren't yourself" you admitted and Kyra nodded "I can't believe I forgot" she told you and you nodded "to be fair I distanced myself a little bit, I didn't want to invite myself to everything whilst you adventured with Arsenal" you shrugged and she looked up at you "I noticed the distance" she told you "I thought you started seeing someone or something"

You laughed "me" you pointed at yourself "never" you shook your head and the girl laughed a little as you sat next to her on the bed. You both of you stayed on the bed in silence before Kyra spoke up

"I didn't just forget yesterday I went out" she admitted and you nodded, it didn't really change anything "with the team?" you asked and she nodded "It started with the team then I got stuck in a conversation with a fan"

"was she cute?" you teased and she laughed "Nah you're cuter" she teased back and you both blushed "what did you talk about?" you asked "Football, my career, treating me better than I had at other clubs, treating me like I was somebody"

"Your getting a fan base Kyra, you play for the Arsenal" you poked her shoulder as she leaned back and came back and leaned her head on your shoulder.

"I wonder if she would've talked to me if I wasn't somebody?" she wondered "I would've" you smiled and Kyra looked up at you.

You just kept your smile as she looked at you "I've always been your biggest supporter" you reminded her "I know" she smiled "and I plan to stay" you shot your eyebrows at her and she nodded "I'd like that...a lot" she laughed and looked back down to her legs.

"Can you stay tonight?" she asked sheepishly and you nodded "of course" you stated and gave her a kiss on the forehead that lingered "always" you said as you walked over to the door "Imma ask Steph though"

"Y/N your making this seem like a sleepover in high school" Kyra laughed and you shrugged "oh well the most eventful stuff happens at high school sleepovers" you said and walked out to Steph, leaving a blushing Kyra behind.

When you came back Kya was pulling out pajama's for you which consisted of her Matilda's jersey and old pajama shorts which you laughed at. "You just wanna see your name on my back" you smiled as Kyra shrugged and just jumped on the bed, you following once you got changed.

Once you got comfortable Kyra turned to you "When I asked you if you were seeing anyone you said never" she stated "what did that mean?" she asked and you looked at her "I'm not sure I guess..." you trailed off "I just had a crush on someone and just never got over it" you said quietly before moving closer to Kyra who subconsciously did the same "what about you?" you asked even more quiet as Kyra's eyes were set on your lips "same thing" she said before leaning down and giving a slight peck on your lips but not leaving as your foreheads stayed together, nothing was said before you leaned i again and kissed her back, it was nice as your lips just felt like they were made for you, when you pulled back you both smiled.

"Yeah I'm not going anywhere" you laughed.

#kyra cooney cross smut #kyra cooney cross x reader #kyra cooney cross #alanna kennedy #katie mccabe #matildas #matildas x reader #sam kerr #woso #woso community #woso soccer #woso x reader #caitlin foord #katie mccabe x reader #katrina gorry #sam kerr x reader

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA FOR KISSING MY ROOMMATE GOODNIGHT?

(everyone is in their 20s. names are fake)

I’d like to start off by giving background, I(M) live with my roommate Salt. We’ve been living together for a couple of years now and met through mutual friends.

I’m straight. Salt is gay in a very open, stereotypical sense(yk flamboyant, effeminate etc) and I’m not saying this to judge him/say I resent him or something he’s a dear friend of mine and I couldn’t care less abt his sexuality or how he chooses to express himself. However it’s important to mention this for the sake of AITA

The actual ‘issue’ started a year ago, where we were both drunk coming home from a party, I was struggling to get my keys out so he called me a idiot and then just.. kissed me??

That caused me to question my sexuality for a while because being a straight man you’d think I’d be repulsed or bothered by it but no I didn’t really enjoy it(not like there was smth to enjoy it was like a couple of seconds) but didn’t really mind it either in fact it didn’t made me feel any different than how I’d feel kissing a random girl I suppose?

So yeah I experimented with my sexuality for a week or so and even almost hooked up with some guy but nope. Still straight. Just didn’t mind him(probably because of how close we are)

Anyways back to the point after that Salt avoided me for a while but in the end we did have a talk which was basically him saying he was not attracted to me, how it was a spur of the moment thing and also apologizing if he made me uncomfortable.

To that I told him he did not and joked about how he could do it again.

Fast forward a month(?) later the “kissing the homies goodnight” meme came out, so one time I asked him where was my goodnight kiss was at and he actually did it, after that we just continued doing that ig I don’t think none of us thought much of it other than some night time ritual.

Here comes the actual AITA part, I recently got a girlfriend(we’ll call her Pepper). I’ts not like I’m super in love with her but she’s a nice girl and I genuinely like her so I wish to keep her happy.

The issue with Pepper is that she talks a tad bit too much, I normally wouldn’t mind it as I’m on the quiet part, but she expects me to memorize everything she has told me(not in the “do you remember my friend” type of way in the she tells me about 10 different people and gets upset when I don’t remember their exes names or what did friend7 did on lunch a month ago type of way) she also has a tendency to hyperfixate on shows and talk about the plot & characters as if they’re actual real people which makes it hard for me to understand if something she says is about a show or real. She gets really upset if I forget even the smallest things about those stories and rants about how I never listen to her. I tried talking to her about this but it only ends with her crying so I just keep shut to keep her satisfied

A week ago I was having a really bad day of migraines and nothing seemed to help but me and Pepper had made plans to hang in my place and I didn’t want to cancel. She comes over and starts talking about her sister in life’s brunch. I ask her if she could slow down a bit cause my head hurts and I can’t really keep up.

Well she takes it the wrong way and starts yelling at me about how I always am like this and how I never listen to her. I admit I’m the asshole for saying this, but I ask her if she’s unable to sit down and have a conversation like an adult. This makes her calm down a bit and she sits down so we can discuss.

I try explaining to her how it’s unfair how she expects me to remember everything and I’d be more than happy to listen to her, maybe just slow down a bit?

In mid of it she has this weird smile on her face and tells me I look hot mad, she then leans over to kiss me which I pull away from because it feels like she’s just trying to change a topic and I think this is an important convo for our relationship.

This is the moment Salt decides to arrive at home(I should also mention he’s TERRIBLE at reading the room) he comes over gives me my goodnight kiss and leaves.

(I would like to add its not like we make out or something. He just gives me a peck on the lips, says goodnight and leaves)

This drives Pepper crazy. She starts shouting at me on how I’d not kiss her but him? And that I could go ride his dick if I’m that gay for him. She storms out of the apartment

I’d like to add that Pepper has never said anything about me and Salt. I never told her about the goodnight kiss(Because I mean who goes to their girlfriend like “hey btw I kiss my roommate at nights. but no homo”?) but we never hide it either in fact I’m pretty sure we did that while she was in room once or twice too. Pepper has made jokes about us being gay and how she feels bad about getting inbetween us but never anything on being uncomfortable or not liking it.

Now it’s been a week and we haven’t talked since. She is not answering my messages and I stopped trying to contact her from there but I’m starting to doubt myself, am I the asshole here? Should I go apologize?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[razorblade180]

Story Quest drama

Does anyone else find it incredibly weird how many Genshin fans are upset with Paimon and Traveler after Furina’s quest? Like the way people are cherry picking certain parts of scenes and misrepresenting the situation is astounding. I’m not going to pretend Paimon and Traveler didn’t throw a couple jabs but for the majority of back of forth is just banter and the common bluntness they bring. In no way were they trying to gaslight or manipulate Furina.

Furina said she didn’t want to join on stage. Paimon asked if there were any exceptions, and Furina say she didn’t want to leave an out for herself. Hearing that, they immediately pivot the conversation to asking her if she knows anyone who could help. That is literally workshopping a problem 101 and constructive problem solving. I don’t get why people are painting that as pressuring. They heard her stance and seeked a solution that respected her decision and allowed them to continue trying to help their employer.

Furina punches down on herself by saying she didn’t know anyone because they were probably happy she was gone; to which one of the dialogue options boils down to “that’s not a good to assume” because it isn’t. Paimon’s next question was if she had any idea, which causes Furina to get agitated before immediately apologizing because once again, Paimon’s question wasn’t in any way trying to get Furina to buckle. The two of them are essentially checking of a mental list to see where they should go to try solve their commission. Paimon even clarifies this with her before they part ways and Paimon says “Oh well. We have to respect her decision”

Even when they get back to the guild, Paimon tells them for personal reasons, Furina can’t help; as well as clarifying the misconceptions the actress had about Furina being rude. In no way were the duo planning on circling back or involving Furina any further and only gets roped back in after getting caught spying. Furina herself admits she just started drawing lines in the sand without hearing the situation before trying to apologize, to which Paimon tells her everything is completely fine and nothing that just happened was taken personally. You could argue Furina didn’t have anything to apologize for and that’s fine, but even in game, nobody was expecting one and told her everything is fine.

Tiny rant but it’s a bit annoying how people are quick to clip certain dialogue to paint them negatively, while completely ignoring the parts Paimon and the Traveler actively tell Furina she shouldn’t be so hard on herself, it’s okay not to force things, and talking about how she’s finally free to live how she wants. But they want clip the part where Paimon said she first thought Furina was diva; a sane assumption to have after she tried immediately getting them arrested on a ridiculous charge for the sake of hyping the crowd. Was it a little rude? Yeah. Has Paimon never called it like she saw it? No. We’ve heard Kaveh’s backstory and both her and the traveler still went “You should really try and get your life together before something happens” because it’s the blunt yet honest truth. If isn��t Diluc, Klee, Xiao, Ayaka, Yoimiya, Dehya, or Collei, Paimon will find an issue. The others can do no wrong. 💀

Anyway, I just think it’s a bit ridiculous how some people acting. Especially when several weeks ago Furina and “girl failure” was always in the same sentence while people applauded Arlecchino for dragging someone when ultimately she also didn’t know dick about the situation and basically did a gymnastics performance the way she jumped to certain conclusions. I love that people love Furina, but let’s not get crazy now when two people choose to approach her in a casual dynamic instead of super gently and emphatically. If anything, Furina is getting the normal human experience of having people that actually hate her in Poisson, the troupe idolizing her, Neuvillette and Navia being sweet, and the Traveler and Paimon being casual friends.

You know what’s actually insane!? Shenhe talking about her dead family and backstory then the scene ends with Paimon saying “cut the chitchat. We’re trying to win a contest.” THAT was actually out of pocket. 💀

#genshin impact #razor rambles #gi aether #gi lumine #gi furina #gi paimon

[fuck-customers]

I talked about my ordeals with who I dubbed Stalker Boy a while back, since I still don't know his last name (it took me about 6 months to find out his first name, since he decided to start stalking me at work after seeing me there once) but this isn't about him lol.

This time, the stalker wasn't here for me, he was after my coworker I'll call C. For context, C is barely 19 and tiny, and generally looks even younger than she is.

Well a couple weeks ago (the week after Mario came out), she was walking around in the back with a manager doing whatever, and this guy, who was about 40, and also roughly 6ft 5, was following them. After a while, the manager stepped away and the guy used the opportunity to corner C. And you'll never guess what he says.

Creep: "Hey, I think you're really attractive. How much would I have to pay you to have sex with me?"

C ended up kinda staring at him and saying "I can't disclose that information" because she didn't know what else to do.

Luckily the manager who'd walked away got a bad feeling and came to get her. C filled in the manager but the guy had disappeared, so they had C shut herself in the break room (where I was on my lunch) until they could find him and remove him from the building.

After I come back from lunch, I go back to working door (taking tickets), and keep my eye out for the creep, which was hard because I never actually saw him.

(Seriously dude, I have a lot of respect for sex workers, but what the fuck makes for think that's an appropriate conversion starter, let alone using it on a teenager half your age and size that you cornered while she's sweeping up popcorn???)

Fast forward a couple days. We had what I was told was a glitch, but I think was actually human error, but we ended up having three shows, in the span of roughly an hour, for Mario where two shows had been created for each time slot in the same room. So it was crazy busy since they sold out and twice as many people showed up as expected. And since there were two tickets per seat, we had to implement system for explaining what was going on to people as they come in and establishing who gets the seat and who gets a refund, and it was just a huge mess. One of the shows, the first one that was double booked, had 250 seats, meaning there were 500 people there for it. And guess who decided to use the confusion to sneak back in.

So I finally managed to get to the end of the line, but the managers were still at the service desk trying to do refunds, and I hear one of the newer girls radio about a creepy guy who was standing inside the doors to the auditoriums and just staring. I'll call her N. N, like me, is butch, and I'm not sure if Creeper realized she's a woman, or if he was just only interested in C. Here's a helpful artistic rendering of what N was seeing.

(Not pictured: being in shadows because he was standing in a dark room)

At this point, we had no way of knowing that it was the same guy, but she kind of walked away, and when she came back a few minutes later, he was still there, though he later started moving to other auditoriums and doing the same thing. C was actually there that day but was on lunch.

So N was radio'ing about needing help dealing with a weird guy who's movie-hopping, and she said he was getting really aggressive when she asked him what he was doing. The managers kind of just waved N off (over the radio), saying that they were busy, and told her to deal with it the best she could. I was getting bad vibes, so I walked over to tell the managers directly that they need to go help N. I'm working the front door so I'm not actually allowed to leave the little area, but luckily, the service desk is right on the edge of my area.

And one of the managers snapped at me as soon as I got two words out and said "We're we're with customers, you know better than to interrupt". Which, they're right. I've worked here longer than both of them combined. I know damn well how things work and I follow the rules, so if I'm suddenly not doing that, it's because I have a fucking reason, m'kay?

N managed to summon enough guys from the cleaning crew to help her herd the guy to the front, at which point the manager who'd kicked Creeper out last time recognized him and realized how serious it was (she's not the one that snapped at me) and she kicked him out again.

Because I don't know why this guy would be hiding in dark rooms and watching and waiting, unless he was waiting for C to walk by so he could do god knows what to her.

And then about 10 minutes later, one of the managers who snapped at me came over and was like "did they tell you about The Guy?" And I just stared at him and said "*I* was trying to tell *you* about The Guy, and you told me to go away." And he didn't say sorry or anything, which is what I expected.

And then apparently Creeper came back two more times later in the week on days I wasn't there and on the fourth time, the manager had finally decided enough was enough and called the cops and he ended up getting arrested. So I hope that's the last we'll see of him but I'm not going to hold my breath.

#tw #trigger warning #submissions #fuck customers #cashier problems #happy ending #fuck co-workers #fuck retail #embarrassing #server problems #call center problems #fuck coworkers #fuck managers #retail justice #retail law #tw:

[jaehyunnie77]

omg hi! Saw that your requests were open hehe yay 🥳 could I request for a secret bf jaehyun x y/n one where they went for a Christmas party and y/n stands under a mistletoe without knowing and her guy friend starts a convo with her below it causing their friends to point it out and make them kiss, so instead, she kisses him on the cheek, making jaehyun jealous and pouty 🥹

Hope it makes sense hahaha! You can switch it up in your way too 🥰❤️ Love your stories so so much ✨

pairing: Jaehyun x f. reader

genre: pure fluff - like the purest i think i've ever written

word count: 2.1k

a/n: i got busy during the holidays, but here's a late christmas fic upon requested. thank you so much anon for sending this in. i hope you enjoy it :)

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“I promise it’s going to be really quick babe. One hour max and then we can go home, order take out, and watch movies.” You tell your boyfriend as you adjust his tie.

“I just don’t see the point of why we have to be here when it’s freezing and Christmas is in a couple of days.” He says.

You look up after being satisfy with his tie and see a cute pout on his lips. He may be a twenty-five year old adult, but sometimes he can be a kid. Especially right now when he looks so adorable with his pout.

“Hey look at me.” you tell him as you wrap your arms around his shoulders. His hands mindlessly finding your waist and holding you close. “It’s going to be quick Jae and right after you’ll have me for the entire week.”

At that, his pout turns into a smirk and into a big smile. Like you’ve said, he can be a kid sometimes. “That sounds good honestly.” He leans forward and captures your lips together. If you didn’t have this Christmas party to attend to, you’d kiss him all night.

You pull away from him reluctantly, “We’re going to be late.”

He sighs deeply, “Okay. Just remember that I’m doing this for you. I’m guessing nobody has zero idea we’re together, so you go in first and I’ll follow soon after.” You smile at him before giving him another kiss.

“See you soon cutie.” You tease before heading in.

Your Christmas work parties are usually fun, especially when there’s alcohol and you get to see how fun your colleagues are. Usually, you’d enjoy your night out, mingle with everybody, and do small talk, but this year, all you want to do is go home with Jaehyun and spend time with him.

You both work at the same company and have been dating for six months. Of course, you would have to talk to HR about your relationship at one point, but you both like knowing that no one knows you two are together. Why? Well, let’s just say you both didn’t like each other at the very beginning. Yeah, how cliché right?

It all started a year and a half ago when Jaehyun was a new employee and your first interaction wasn’t the happiest one. You pulled an all-nighter the night before and haven’t had your morning coffee. As you walk into the kitchen, your brain automatically was filled with giddiness knowing you’re about to have your fuel for the day. There was a man using the coffee machine and you didn’t think much of it, let alone care who it was.

You stood next to him as you grab your cup and sugar pack and that’s when you heard a loud noise and a ‘fuck’ next to you. You look up to see the coffee machine smoking and you knew you were going to have a horrible day all because of this jerk.

“What the hell happened!?”

“I don’t know. I was just trying to put my brew in there and it just started acting weird and not doing anything so I just pushed all of these buttons and bam.”

“Ugh you idiot. If you don’t know how to work a coffee machine, go to Starbucks next time!” you say angrily.

“Are you questioning my intelligence on how to work a coffee machine?” the man looks at you angrily.

You stand a little straighter, “Yes I am because if you knew how to work this, then we wouldn’t be having this conversation right now.

He squints his eyes before retaliating back, “Well maybe you should start being nice to people you don’t know or better yet, how about you make yourself a cup of coffee before coming into work and spoiling everyone’s day.”

Your jaw fell open because never in your life has anyone talked to you like that or have a comeback as he did. You were at a complete lost for words until he turned around to walk back out the kitchen.

“Yeah, well it still doesn’t fix the problem you created by not knowing how to work this thing.”

All the man could do was laugh at you before waving you off and exiting.

Just who the hell does he think he is?

Since that day, you made your own coffee at home before coming into work. Little did you know, he always saw you with coffee in your hand and notices how your smile captures your beauty. Sure, you were probably having an off day that first encounter, but he still couldn’t help that you somehow took his words into consideration by bringing your own coffee into work.

You’ve seen him around a couple of times, but never interacted with him until you both had an assignment together.

“Oh look who it is. The coffee machine breaker.”

“Good morning to you too Cruella.”

You make a face at him, “Trust me I don’t want to work on this assignment with you either.”

Jaehyun eyes you before playfully saying, “Who says I didn’t want to work with you?”

Surprise, you look at him to see his eyes twinkling and a smirk on his lips. Once again, you’re at a lost for words and don’t bother saying anything back. Instead, you focus on your laptop in front of you putting random ideas on Word.

Jaehyun sees the affect he has on you and couldn’t help but chuckle to himself. Cute.

Who knew that assignment would change the interjectory of your outlook on Jaehyun. You ended up spending your long days at work with him figuring and coming up with ways for this assignment and on days off, you both somehow manage to meet up and talk about things you had in common.

After said assignment project was finished, you both found yourselves spending more time together. You no longer were annoyed by him or called him ‘the coffee machine breaker’, but instead, you called him by his name or his nickname Jae. Eventually things fell into place soon after.

What can you say? The universe does work in mysterious ways.

As you grab a flute of champagne by the bar, you turn around to see your boyfriend walking through the door. Even if it has been six months you’ve been dating or see him walk around for almost two years, he still takes your breath away.  The man knows how to capture everyone’s attention by his gaze and his well mannerism. Not to mention how hot he looks in his black and white suite.

I really can’t believe this man is my man.

As the party continues on, you manage to talk to a few colleagues and steal glances at Jaehyun from afar. It came to the point where you were almost playing a game of hide and seek.

“Wow. Look at you. Who knew you could dress up nicely.” Josh, your friend and ass kisser tells you.

“Everyone has their secrets. You clean up pretty nicely as well.”

“Thanks! Oh by the way, I just want to tell you that I think you’re an amazing person to look up to.”

“How many have you had to drink?” you chuckle. “But thank you for the kind words. If you’ll excuse me I –“

“Oh my god! Mistletoe! Y/N and Josh are under the mistletoe!” Someone on your right yells excitedly.

You see everyone near turn towards you as you look up and sure enough there is a mistletoe above you and Josh.

“Kiss. Kiss. Kiss. Kiss. Kiss.” Your colleagues chant in unison.

You shake your head from pure embarrassment, but also trying to find Jaehyun to somehow tell him it isn’t what it looked like. You finally see him in the back, his gaze intently on yours with an expression you haven’t seen before.

“Just one kiss.” Your coworker Joy says.

You look back to Josh who’s hoping more than anything you’d kiss him. Without wanting unwanted attention on you, you kiss Josh on the cheek. “There. Done.”

“No, that’s not –“

“Technically, that was a kiss. It doesn’t mean we have to kiss on the lips and we are not like that.” You explain yourself. Your eyes search for Jaehyun once again only to see him pouting and heading outside the balcony.

You follow him right out, not caring anymore about what took place or the people around you. The only focus you had in mind was your boyfriend. Once outside, Jaehyun was overlooking the city and even when he stands with his back facing you, he’s still handsome. You walk towards him until you’re standing beside him and taking in the city night lights.

“Babe-“

“There’s people around Y/N.” his tone is cold with a hint of frustration.

“Please Jae, it’s not what you think. I didn’t even know there would be a mistletoe, let alone be under one.”

“Do you know that he likes you? I heard him talking about you one day and telling everyone he was going to shoot his shot with you because he thinks you feel the same way.”

“Are you jealous?” the more he talked the more you couldn’t help but smile.

“I bet he made sure to stop under that mistletoe just so he could get a kiss from you.” he sneers.

“You know I don’t feel the same way he does. I only have feelings for you.” you step closer to him until you could feel his warmth embracing you.

Jaehyun exhales frustratingly, “I just wish it was me under that mistletoe.” He says quietly.

You look at your boyfriend and want more than anything for that to also be him. An idea pops into your head and you know what you have to do. It was either now or never.

“Come with me.” You take out your hand for him to hold.

“Where are we going?”

“On an adventure.” You smile up at him with round eyes.

How could he say no to that face and to you. He takes your hand and follows your lead back into the Christmas party. Once inside, you still don’t let his hand go even if he tried to let go of yours. All that did was make you hold onto him tighter.

You found a mistletoe and walked over to it and stopped underneath it. Jaehyun has zero idea what’s going on until he looks at his surroundings and finally up to see the mistletoe.

“Y/N –“

“Y/N and Jaehyun are under the mistletoe.” You hear someone whispering loudly to someone and soon enough the entire room has their eyes on you both.

“There’s people watching.” He says nervously.

“Let them. I don’t want to be here with no one else but you. I don’t care what people say as long as I have you by my side and I don’t want to hide us forever because I’m in love with you. Only you Jaehyun.”

At your confession he smiles widely and you couldn’t help but smile wider if that’s possible. You crane your neck up as he bends down to meet you halfway as your lips meet each other. You’ve had many kisses with Jaehyun, but this kiss is the first kiss to seal how you truly felt for one another and to show everyone that you love each other. His hands cradle the side of your face before one goes to your back as he dips you down. You yelp in surprise as the room gets louder from all the clapping and celebration.

He takes you back up and you’re left winded. The smile on his face is the only thing you see and the only one that matters.

“You’re crazy but I love you Y/N.” he pecks your lips.

“And I love you coffee machine breaker.” At that you both laugh at how far you’ve come.

“How about we get out of here and go watch movies?”

“Please. My feet has been killing me for the last hour.”

“Babe, that’s literally the time the party started.” He giggles.

“Yeah, I know. I don’t want to be here, I just want to be with you.”

“God you’re so cute. Let’s go.”

At that, you both left the party hand in hand and no longer hiding your relationship. Starting tonight, you get to show the world who makes you the happiest person on the planet.

Also … you may or may not be already planning for many more kisses underneath the mistletoe with the love of your life Jeong Jaehyun.

#jaehyun fic #jaehyun fluff #jaehyun oneshot #jaehyun scenario #jaehyun imagines #nct fluff #nct fic #jaehyun x female reader

[hopelesswritergall]

how about some yandere Peter mothatuckin Ballard?

The lab

Summary: A regular day for you and your slightly manipulative boyfriend. You are an orderly here.

A/N: Thank you so much! It was really fun to write and although it is a bit short i hope you like it. I'm still new to writing yandere and writing in general, so feedback is welcome. Reblogs appreciated. Should i use Peter Ballard or Henry Creel as his name for future fics?

Italics is just your thoughts.

The moment you stepped though the door, there was going to be no way back. Although, you did not know this yet. Thinking it would be just like a normal job. You were wrong on that. Never would you have imagined that you would look after kids with some kind of superpowers. You couldn't leave the lab for more than 15 minutes, just enough for some fresh air and to pick some flowers. These breaks led to your daily flower pick moments. No surpise then that this place led to your guys meeting each other.

"Have i seen you before?'' You looked up from the grass to see a young man standing there. Wow, he was handsome. "I don't think so, I have only arrived here a few days ago and just started to settle in." You answered. "Well allow me to introduce myself then, my name is Peter." He held out his hand. "Y/N." I took his hand and got up from the grass. "Very weird question Peter, but do you know what time it is? I asked. "Quarter past 12, why?" As his mind began to work he realized the break times. "Ah, you started at 12 I suppose?" "Mhm, now it was lovely to talk to you and I hope to you soon!" You quickly cleaned your outfit of all the grass and hurried back inside. Peter couldn't help but to smile at your antics.

"Eleven?" you called out while you entered the rainbow room. You didn't have to wait long for her to respond. Well not a verbal response but more a run into your legs at full speed response. "Wow, slow down. I'm not leaving" You joked as she slowly started to loosen her grip on you. You have only been here for a few days but you bonded so quickly with Eleven that it felt like you have known her your entire life. "What you want to do? Draw, chess or maybe the toy cars?" you asked her. "Draw please."She mumbled. "Well then off we go!"

This is how it went for a couple months. Wake up, watching over kids, break time with Peter, watching over kids, dinner, shower and go to sleep. Everything seemed normal to you. Not to Peter. Over the months he slowly started to fall for you, he felt the need to protect you. Like you were fragile, a doll. He watched out for you in multiple aspects. He helped you witch hiding flowers if you brought some for the children, he kept track of the time when you where out, he made sure you always had food if you were sick and he protected you if the other orderly people made some remarks towards you. You did not know the last point, but that was alright with him. He knew that you would appreciatie it. With the Soteria in his neck he couldn't use his powers but he still had his mind games and damn were they successful. Not only towards you but also towards everyone else. He was head over heels for you, maybe just a bit too much...

You started to notice his protective services when you noticed Mark( another orderly) started to keep his distance from you when you were both working in the same room. "Mark?"you called out. "Are you alright?" He quickly started nodding saying that nothing was wrong. You just found it peculiar, in the last week you've chatted a lot with him. Peter entered the room about 20 minutes later. "Mark, Brenner asked for you." He stared at Mark until he was gone. "You alright Y/N?" He asked as soon as he saw your eyes becoming a bit red. "Not really, Mark has been avoiding our conversations today. "Strange, i'll talk to him Y/N don't worry." He said while holding you to his chest so you could relax. Head on his shoulder you didn't see the glimmer in his eyes when he said talk to him. If you had noticed maybe Mark wouldn't have died due to unknown reasons.

#stranger things #stranger things imagine #peter ballard #peter ballard fluff #peter ballard imagine #peter ballard x reader #yandere x reader #yandere peter ballard #yandere henry creel #peter ballard headcanons #peter ballard x y/n #peter ballard x you #001 headcanons #001 fluff #001 imagine #001 x reader #yandere 001 #001 stranger things #henry creel #henry creel x reader #henry creel x you #henry creel x y/n #st #st4 #stranger things x reader

[bro-atz]

1024UB CHAPTER FORTY-ONE: DON'T GET COCKY, KID

word count: 2.9k

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It was kind of weird for Gyuri to see the group return to somewhat of their normalcy. She honestly didn’t think San would actually come around and study with her and Seonghwa again, but he did, and it made her happy for about ten seconds before she realized that it was actually much worse. Whenever they studied together, Gyuri found herself wedged between the two boys. San would tease her from under the table when she paid the slightest bit more attention to Seonghwa than him. She thought she could last through all the study sessions if she really put her mind to it, but after the second session, she found herself craving to not exist near them at the same time.

Thankfully, they always decided to study at Ze Cafe where San couldn’t get too bold and Seonghwa couldn’t get too clingy. They were studying in the cafe one day when Wooyoung and Hongjoong were both working, so Gyuri felt like she could breathe a little better just knowing that Hongjoong was there to save her from Seonghwa and Wooyoung was there to save her from San. That was the other thing: the only people in the group who didn’t know about her and San were Mingi, Hongjoong, and Seonghwa. San had been pressuring her to just rip the bandaid off and tell everyone, but she really couldn’t bring herself to do it, and when she did find the courage, she would forget everything she wanted to say because of Seonghwa’s dumb, breathtaking smile.

While they studied, Iseul and Yunho, who also planned to study, walked into the cafe. They ended up joining the three at the table, and they all had their cute little study session, except Yunho and Iseul started arguing about the numbers a little too loudly so they had to sit far away from each other, Yunho at one corner and across from San, Iseul at the other and next to Seonghwa. The two grumbled while the other three tried their best to study, but that effort flew out the window the second Mingi, Yeosang, and Jongho entered the cafe. Their intimate group of three turned into a chatty group of eight, and Gyuri found herself sitting across from Mingi.

“Yo, Gyu, why’d you miss the last beat-your-ass night?” Mingi interrogated her.

“I took a couple weeks off, remember?”

“You disappeared last semester. We had one like a week ago.”

“Oh… what day was that?”

“Valentine’s Day.”

Gyuri’s eyes went wide. She vaguely remembered the four of them planning for that night because Iseul, Mingi, and Jongho were all single (and Gyuri had to pretend like she was), but they planned it weeks before she and San made anything official. She tried to ask Iseul if that was true, but she couldn’t without Seonghwa getting in the middle of their conversation, and she lied her ass of to him that day.

“Oh, yeah, sorry Mingi… I wasn’t feeling too good that day,” Gyuri offered as an excuse.

“Yeah, I figured. It was sad not beating your ass that night.”

“Excuse me? You’ve never won a single match against me!”

“Prove it!” Mingi challenged her.

The two then started laughing, a smile lingering on her face. She was about to say something else to Mingi when she felt something touch her knee— San’s hand. She didn’t even have to look down to see if she was right because the way he was touching her was so familiar and she had felt him touch her like this on numerous occasions. She tried to move her knee away from him, but she could only move so far. She pursed her lips as she felt San’s hand start to rub her knee slowly, turning her on at the worst possible time. She knew that he was doing this intentionally, so she tried her best to ignore him.

“Oh, that night, Jongho made Iseul so angry that she smashed a beer bottle on the table—”

“It slipped out of my hand!” Iseul, who heard Mingi say her name, interjected.

“Sure, it slipped out of your hand,” Gyuri said sarcastically.

“She smashed it so hard that Jongho got a piece of glass stuck in his arm,” Mingi said; Jongho nodded to confirm.

“It was an accident! How many times do you want me to say I’m sorry?!”

“There, there, Iseul. You’ll win the next match,” Jongho calmed the girl with a smirk. “You’ll have to beat my ass in real life first, though.”

Gyuri and Mingi laughed as Iseul shot up out of her chair and grabbed Jongho by the collar. Everyone at the table turned to look at the commotion at the end of the table, which saved Iseul from beating his ass in real life. She cleared her throat and tried to sit back down as lady-like as possible, everyone’s conversations slowly starting up again. Gyuri and Mingi turned back to each other and laughed at the crazy situation. That’s when San’s hand moved from her knee to the inside of her thigh. His hand moved up, but it didn’t move any further. His fingers pressed into her thigh, his nails scratching her skin lightly, making her shiver.

“Oh, and Joong wanted me to ask because he kept forgetting, but you know that he needs you in the studio for spring break, right?” Mingi continued to engage her in conversation.

“Yep. I haven’t made any plans.”

San’s fingers pinched her skin lightly. Gyuri responded by elbowing him, but that was ineffective in deterring him.

“Good, because if you did, then he would kill me. Not you, but me. I don’t need to die in real life.”

“I’m assuming you’re staying too?”

Gyuri tried to push San away, but that only encouraged him to rub the inside of her thigh, his hand moving up and down slowly.

“Yeah, I’m helping him with lyrics this time.”

“Oh, wow! That’s so cool! I’m assuming I’ll get to sing them?”

“That is the plan, yes.”

He traced his nails across her clothed skin. She felt her abdomen clench and her face flush.

“Gyu, your face is getting pink… Are you okay? Do you have a fever? COVID?” Mingi expressed his concern.

“Ha, no, I’m fine. I think it’s just a little too warm in here.”

“Honestly, it is. I’m glad I’m not the only one who thinks that.”

The two share another laugh, but this time it’s more like a giggle. Meanwhile, San’s hand went all the way up to the top of her thigh, his hand still rubbing the inside of her thigh. His fingers were inching closer and closer to the sweet spot in between her legs, but Gyuri had to put a full stop to it. She crossed her legs to trap San’s hand, then she pinched his arm, the boy immediately retracting his hand. Luckily, Mingi turned to interject Seonghwa’s and Yeosang’s conversation in that moment.

That’s when San got up suddenly. She heard him tell Yunho that he was going to go to the bathroom. She made eye contact with Yunho and the two managed to have a silent conversation of their own. Gyuri told him she was going to kill San, Yunho asked why, and she gestured to him getting a little too bold under the table. Mingi returned to their conversation in that moment.

“Why are your eyebrows wiggling like that, Yunho?” Mingi asked slowly.

“What are you talking about?” Yunho played dumb then proceeded to wiggle his eyebrows at the confused boy.

Gyuri watched as Mingi got increasingly annoyed with Yunho taunting him and couldn’t help but laugh at the situation. The two paid no mind to her, though, as they continued to play fight. She was enamored with their dynamic until she felt her phone vibrate in her pocket. She took her phone out to see that it was San. Rolling her eyes, she turned to the two boys and said, “Hey, I gotta take this. I’ll be right back.”

She got up and answered the call with a scowl. “What?”

“Come here,” San’s voice was too low and sensual for her liking.

Gyuri arrived at the bathroom and immediately hung up on San. She stormed up to him and hissed, “Do you have a death wish?”

San responded by giggling and smiling. She loved the way he would try to suppress the smile, only for the smile to return wider than ever, but right now, she wanted to slap that cute smile of his off his face. She pinned the boy against the wall and whispered angrily, “What happened to being more careful?!”

“Yeah… I don’t care. I want you right here, right now.”

“I get that you like to tease me and turn me on in public,” Gyuri started with a sigh. “But not when the entire group is here!”

“Why? Enough of them know, now.”

“San! Mingi and Seonghwa still don’t, so please.”

Before San could respond, a squeak echoed in the hallway to the bathrooms, the squeak sounding like basketball shoes on a court. The two of them looked in the direction of the noise, but there was nothing and no one there. The two looked at each other once again, Gyuri trying to get the upper hand in that situation.

“Can’t you at least wait until we get back to my apartment…?”

“Hmm, if you give me a kiss, I’ll think about it.”

“Hwa is right there. Please.”

“I don’t care. I want a kiss, and I want it now.”

“San…”

“I’m waiting.”

Gyuri’s jaw clenched for a split second before she exhaled sharply through her nose. She touched her lips to his lightly, trying to make sure that the kiss didn’t make a sound. She pushed herself away from San, only to see him with a frown on his face.

“That wasn’t good enough.”

“Fuck you.”

She pressed her lips against his once more. She kept kissing him lightly— she didn’t want to take things any further in fear that San would force her to go have sex with him in the bathroom or something. The light kisses didn’t seem to do anything to satisfy him, though, because she felt his arms wrap around her back and bring her into him. She felt his lips take her lower lip and suck lightly, his tongue, thankfully, staying in its lane. Gyuri’s hands went from being pressed against the wall to clutching his shirt tightly. She felt as though she was drowning in San’s embrace and scent, his arms holding her strongly. She managed to push herself away from San while panting quietly, “Please you kinky bastard… At least not in front of the bathrooms…”

“What about in the bathroom—”

With that, Gyuri pushed San’s face away with her palm and managed to pull herself out of his arms. She walked away as fast as she could. She knew for a fact that her lips were probably red because they always were after she made out with the horny boy, so she always had a tube of red or maroon lipgloss on her. She swiped some onto her lips and patted her bottom lip with the pads of her fingers when she sat back down at the table.

“What happened?” her chair accidentally hit Seonghwa’s when she sat back down.

“I had to take care of an annoying bug,” she said angrily.

Yunho, who knew exactly what bug she was talking about, burst out laughing. Gyuri shot him the darkest glare she could possibly muster, making him shut up almost immediately. With a sigh, she faced forward and saw Mingi staring at her intently, his foot tapping away and his hands restlessly moving.

“What’s up, Mingi?”

“Huh? Oh, nothing. I’m just thinking about the leftover chicken in my fridge…”

“And you were staring at me because I reminded you of the chicken?”

“Was I staring? Sorry. I spaced out.”

“Well, you should probably go home and eat that chicken if you’re thinking about it so hard.”

“Yeah… Maybe I should. I’ll wait until we all head out.”

San got back from the bathroom at that moment. The second he sat next to Gyuri, she scooted her chair closer to Seonghwa, her shoulder accidentally touching his.

“Sorry, Seonghwa,” she immediately apologized.

“What?”

“I bumped into you?”

“So?”

Gyuri looked at him with brief confusion before the two let out a tiny snort of amusement. She didn’t know why she was being so formal with him, but she realized exactly why the second she felt San’s sharp gaze burn a hole through her. She did her best to brush his gaze off and returned to her conversation with Mingi, which seemed to get more awkward with every passing second. Something was off with Mingi, and it was giving her a really bad premonition.

The group ended up leaving Ze Cafe after Wooyoung and Hongjoong got off their shifts since they all planned on heading back to 1024UB. Gyuri paid extra attention to making sure that she and San were a couple feet apart from each other because she had a hunch that Mingi or Seonghwa were onto them. She ended up discussing class assignments with Seonghwa, making San bother the guy the whole walk back to the building by “accidentally” stepping on the heel of his shoe or whacking him with his hand. The cherry on top to the horrible experience was Seonghwa putting his arm around Gyuri’s shoulder. She could practically feel San’s dark energy penetrate her soul. She just had to continue to play dumb; however, out of the corner of her eye, she could see Yunho struggling to hold a very pissed San back.

When they got back to 1024UB, everyone went back to their respective apartments. Gyuri and Iseul were just chilling in the living room when Iseul suddenly got up and left the apartment without a word.

“Iseul? Where are you going?”

She still got no response from her roommate, the door shutting quickly behind her. Not even two minutes later, the apartment door opened again, San entering the apartment.

“Oh…”

“What?” San looked displeased.

“I was wondering why Iseul left suddenly…”

Gyuri trailed off as San approached her with an angry look plastered to his face, his eyebrows knitted together in pure frustration. He sat next to her on the couch and placed a strong hand on her knee. He tried to lean into her, but Gyuri managed to grab one of the decoration pillows on the couch and hit him with it.

“What is your problem?!” she huffed.

“Stop being so friendly with Seonghwa. I don’t like when he touches you because you’re my girl. You were making me insanely jealous.”

Fuck. Gyuri felt her heart beat hard. She did her best to ignore the upset and frustrated look on his face. Part of her really wanted to make him jealous all the time because seeing him hot and bothered like that really turned her on. She could already feel herself getting wet. However, she knew she shouldn’t. Not now, at least. She needed time to prepare herself before he demolished her.

“He’s my best friend, and also, he always makes physical contact with me! I don’t even try anything.”

“Then why did you scoot closer to him when I came back from the bathroom?!”

“Because I knew you would secretly touch me all over again when you came back! Let me preserve some of my sanity!”

They definitely weren’t fighting, but they both had stern looks on their faces. Gyuri felt her heart leap into her throat as San neared her, his expression unmoving. His dark gaze turned into lust the closer her got to her. His nose brushed against her jawline, his lips lightly pressing against her neck. She felt his hand start to go up her shirt, his hand gripping her waist. She held onto his arms and pushed him away to the best of her ability.

“As much as I want to let you have your way so you can stop harassing me, you horny bunny, I think we should go my bedroom—”

“No.”

“What do you mean no?”

“I want to do it here. This is your punishment for earlier.”

He kissed her roughly, passionately. Gyuri felt like she was falling off the couch as he got more and more intense with her. She lost control of herself when he grabbed both her arms with one hand and pinned them above her head. She shivered as she felt his tongue trail lightly behind her ear and down her neck.

“Ugh, San…”

“Mmm?”

His response vibrated on his lips against her skin. His hand went up her shirt again, his fingers tiptoeing their way up her spine. Gyuri’s back arched as his finger traced a line down her spine then back up it. She bit her lower lip to keep from moaning loudly, but she could only hold back so much as his lips sucked lightly on her collarbone.

“I knew it!”

The two on the couch froze. A booming voice came from the entrance of the apartment. Slowly, they looked towards the door to see that Mingi was standing in the doorway, his finger accusingly pointing at them while his other hand covered his mouth in shock.

“I fucking knew it!”

“Goddamn it, San! This is why I said let’s go to my bedroom!” Gyuri yelled at the boy on top of her as she kicked him off her.

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[alternativememories]

both sides...

i have a friend who has sucked for a while now. i've been thinking about writing about it for a minute but i've been putting it off like everything with our friendship lately...but part of who i want to be is someone that shows up, even when things fucking suck, and i can't waste any more time. i know what i've got to do and it's time to rip the band-aid off. our friendship is over and i've gotta be real about it.

i'm fucking sad, man. i see him as a younger brother. so much of how we see things and approach things is similar to one another. the ways that he has sucked for some time are really similar to how i struggled when i was younger. he had a breakup recently, which in the big picture i thought would actually end up being good for him. i think both he and his ex have stuff that they need to work on individually and that this would be a good opportunity for him to get himself squared away.

but the spiral continues. the last time i saw him we talked about where he was with things and where he's headed and it was mostly half-assed excuses. it's apparent that he's not showing up for himself, let alone anyone else for that matter. he smokes, which has kept him comfortable in the cycle of not showing up in any meaningful way, and he lacks accountability. he's living with his parents right now and it seems like they're enabling his behavior.

it's shitty. we lived together up until the end of october and to be honest it was toxic as fuck. it came down to money and cleaning. in moving in, we agreed to not have his now-ex on the lease to keep things simple in case they ended up not working out as a couple. however, when she ended up staying at the apartment more than A and i and we wanted her to pay toward the bills, it was an issue *eye roll*. initially, the conversation about contributing was shut down bc homie talked to other roommate and he supposedly said that he didn't care if she paid and that was the end of it...(we'll revisit this)

at one point during this conflict, there was a text about wanting to be friends after the lease would end...i've thought a lot about that since. it took me some time to figure out why i couldn't help but fixate on it, but with where we are now i think i know the answer. the statement operates through an inherent assumption that how things were handled was damaging to our friendship. to be honest, it was. the bills conflict was infuriating bc the argument against contributing was school loan payments being high; meanwhile in watching behavior they ate out all the time. and you know, everyone has bills. but not everyone takes advantage of their friends to pay theirs.

with the cleaning thing, it became clear that he was frustrated by the cleanliness of the apartment but never communicated what those expectations even were. eventually we landed on a chore-board. but this wasn't without its problems bc it just led to them not being accountable for their share of the chores; beyond that, there was noticeable passive-aggressiveness toward the other roommate who tbh idk if he ever even agreed to in the first place. weird to someone to a standard they never agreed to but maybe that's just me...

when he and his ex broke up he told me a very specific story of what led to the fracture. i want to say that i found the specificity odd but dismissed it bc i was excited to have my friend back. when they were dating he was very reclusive and we were barely friends anymore. truthfully, we moved here in a pandemic and while i have loads of coworkers, he's really been my only friend here...but a few weeks ago i found out that it looks like he's lied about those specifics of the story that he told me, knowing that it fundamentally changes the reaction. it's manipulative.

in thinking about it, i've really tried to explain away or excuse the poor behavior...but to be honest, it's inexcusable and with what he's lied about, there's no recourse here...there's no way to police the behavior, and with him lying about it, no way to trust anything he says that it's even stopped. now i'm wondering what else he's lied about to get what he wants. the first thing that comes to mind is the bills conversation. it's a fundamental breach of trust and i don't think our friendship can be repaired. it fucking sucks and this fucking sucks but it is what it is...because he sucks.

#2024

[jerzwriter]

Sunday Six 12.11.2022

Giving a little peek at some upcoming holiday fics. I have some for Ethan x Kaycee, Tobias x Casey, and even for Eli x Zoe in WTD world. Plus, one OH / TRR crossover that I've had so much fun working on.

There are no sneak peeks for these, but these works are coming up in the weeks ahead.

I'm wrapping up Tobias & Casey's wedding this week - two parts are remaining, the night before and the day of their wedding.

Vegas 3 will also be out this week. I know, I've said it before, but I MEAN it this time. :)

I am really excited to embark on two angsty series by month's end, Reset for Ethan/Kaycee and Where it Goes From Here for Tobias/Casey. I miss angst something fierce. lol

I'm sooooo anxious to get to the core of my HC for Eli & Zoe in Wake the Dead, but time hasn't been a friend, and I don't want to rush it. But part three of A Mother's Journal is coming, and I'll admit, it's getting angsty as fuck. Mostly because we know what lies ahead.

I also think all the couples deserve some new year's smut... hmm.... anyway, I've blabbed enough. Here are some sneak peeks!

A Very Mixed Up Christmas - OH - Ethan x Kaycee

Ethan and Kaycee were putting the finishing touches on dinner,  unsettled by the relative silence in their home when there were… well… so many relatives present.

“Ethan,” she whispered. “What do you think is going on?”

“Regarding?”

“Your Dad and Naveen were acting all weird before. Now my parents have disappeared too. Usually, they’d be helping us or in the living room chatting.”

His brow furrowed as the realization dawned on him. “You know what, you’re right…and look… they’re on the balcony!”

“The balcony! It’s 30 degrees today!”

Ethan dried his hands with a dishtowel and walked toward the sliding door.

“What are you doing?”

“Saving them from  hypothermia… and getting to the bottom of this.”

Unnamed Christmas Fic - OH - Tobias x Casey

"Thanks for coming with me," Tobias whispered, his wife looking at him with questioning eyes.

"Where else do you think I would be?"

"I just know... well," he motioned around, "this just isn't your scene."

"Hmmm. And being married with a baby on the way wasn't your scene once either, was it?"

"No," he chuckled, "It most certainly was not."

"But you're happy now?"

"Do I really need to answer that?"

"Nope. I'm just saying, life changes for both of us... for the better."

Unnamed Holiday Fic - TRR/OH Crossover - Ethan, Kaycee, Tobias and Drake, Liam, Olivia

"OK, you need to stop!" Kaycee ordered, closing Ethan's laptop in the hopes that would do the trick. But it sprung back open just as quickly as it had been closed. She turned to Tobias with desperation in her eyes.

"T, please! Get him to stop!"

"Stop? I just went out to get munitions, dear! This is war now."

"Face it, Kaycee, you're outnumbered. The only question that remains is, are you joining our ranks... or are you on the other side?"

Unnamed Holiday Fic - WTD - Eli x Zoe

Zoe stood on the deck taking in the bucolic setting that surrounded them and made a mental note to thank Troy for what seemed like a ludicrous idea less than a year ago. Who knew that Red Meadows, would be their home; and who knew that the young woman who was cold when it was seventy degrees would come to find winter to be her favorite season.

It wasn't the billowing snow that covered every surface, blanketing a horrid world in a sort of peace she had never known. It wasn't the way it glowed like an enchanted forest in the moonlight. Most would believe it was because zombies were all but non-existent this time of year, and she would admit having that one huge worry lifted from her brought a relief she couldn't express. But it was more. Looking inside the lodge as the residents of the new colony conversed, imbibed, laughed, and played games... she had found something she had always longed for without knowing what it was. She had found a home.

She could feel the tears building in her eyes, this life would be unrecognizable just months before..., and she was so grateful, yet so still so wracked with guilt because the one person who enabled all of this to exist wasn't there to share it with her. Lowering her head with a deep breath, she was about to surrender to the torrent of tears building within when she felt a hand gently pulling her near.

"I knew I find you here," he whispered.

He always knew where to find her. And like magic, he knew when she needed him most.

#choices fanfic #open heart fanfic #wake the dead choices #ethan ramsey #tobias carrick #eli sipes #some trr this time too #cfwc sunday six #sunday six #sneak peeks

[jooskyimo]

Jared: Alan Bailey

(content tags: NSFW, M+M, character/POV switching, language, stalking, kidnapping, NC, drugs, gore, murder, frotteurism, hematolagnia, cannibalism)

PART ONE: ALAN'S POV

Dear Alan Bailey.

I know you love me too. Just fucking tell me. Come on, Alan. You fucking admire me. You want me. You love thinking of me. You want me inside you again. You want my cock inside you. You're scared to tell me. But it's okay. I can wait a little longer. You know I love you.

From, Jared.

"The fuck?" I quietly exclaimed. "What the fuck?" I got up and started pacing around the room. "What the fucking fuck, seriously?"

"What does it say, Alan?" Casey said, sitting on the edge of the couch seat with his head in his hands and his eyes closed tightly. He anticipated the worst, but was clinging onto hope that Jared hadn't written another disgusting letter.

"It's just more bullshit about him loving me." I sighed, plopping myself down onto the couch next to Casey. "I don't understand why he does this shit."

Casey looked up at me with a disgusted look on his face. "What is wrong with him, dude? You've been friends since you were like 5, what the hell happened?"

I shook my head. "I have no idea. We were close. So fucking close, Casey. We were like brothers." I looked down at my arm, realizing I'd been picking at the skin. "He started doing really tiny things a few years ago. It started off okay, now he's just weird. But fuck, man, I'd give anything just to have the old Jared back. He never used to do this shit." I leaned my head back and started scraping my skin harder.

Casey scoffed. "Well, why dont you just ignore him?What the hell is he gonna do about it?"

I stayed quiet. Not because I didn't know the answer, but because I was scared of even thinking about it.

3 years ago. My 15th birthday. Jared was the only one I had invited. I didn't like the thought of a big party, and I wanted to spend the day having fun with my best friend. Jared had just turned 16, but he hadn't thrown a party so that we would just celebrate both our birthdays at my party. And we did. But he got a lot more out of it than I did.

After we got back to my house we ate pizza, and then Jared suggested we try something. I asked him what and he told me that he saw something in a gay porn and he wanted to test it out since he was curious. We were both still questioning basically everything about ourselves, and we had both been talking about how we were both more strongly attracted to guys. We played these comments off as jokes, but deep down, we both knew what it was. We were gay.

He wanted me to suck his dick. As his birthday present. And since I loved him with every fiber of my being, I said sure.

I did it, and at the time, it felt fucking amazing. It was the most fun thing I'd ever done with him. That was the day we officially came out to each other.

After that, things went downhill.

He wanted to further our relationship, but he didn't start out being super pushy. He gave a gentle nudge, hinting towards the idea, then I'd politely reject him, maintaining the mindset that we had been best friends since we were in elementary school, and I didn't want to mess up the longest friendship I'd ever had. So he wouldn't bring it up for a few days.

But then it started happening every day. Then nonstop. By the time I was 17, he was annoyingly persistent about it to the point where we couldn't even have a normal conversation. At this point I was even more uncomfortable. I rejected him for the last time and told him if he ever hit on me like that again our friendship would be over. Forever.

He didn't take that well. I didn't want to hang out with him much anymore, so I hadn't seen him for a couple weeks. He started sending letters to me and banging on my front door and my bedroom window in the middle of the night. But this letter was unlike anything he had sent before.

I looked down at my arm and realized it was bleeding.

"Alan?" Casey got my attention.

"Yeah, what?" I looked at him.

He handed me a tissue from the box on the coffee table. "Your arm is bleeding."

"I noticed." I looked back down and wiped my arm with the tissue.

"Oh fuck."

"What, Casey?" I sighed, looking up. He was standing in front of me, shaking and staring straight at the window behind me. My eyes widened as I realized what was happening. "Get in the bathroom." He nodded and ran.

I got up and slowly turned towards the window. There he was. Staring right back at me. He had this little smirk, like the smug bastard he is.

"FUCK, JARED!" I yelled. I took a second to catch my breath and walked toward the window and opened it just enough to talk to him. He smelled like pine needles and dirt with a hint of freshly cut grass, and he was wearing a dirty gray hoodie over an uncharacteristically clean blue t-shirt, with one of the hoodie sleeves hanging off of his shoulder. His hair was fluffed up and messy, and there was dirt on his face. "What the hell are you doing here, Jared." I demanded. It came out more as a statement than a question.

"Just trying to see what your hot ass is doing. Speaking of your ass..." He grinned and looked me up and down and I could see his pupils dilate in the faint light coming from the living room. "Fuck. You don't even know, dude. I'd do some nice shit to you, Alan."

I felt the anger building up. I clenched my fist. I took a deep breath, holding it in. "You need to stop. Now."

"You know, it's pretty hot when you get mad at me." He smiled.

I clenched my jaw. "Jared, get the fuck out of here." I said it in the most authoritative voice I could without yelling and waking anyone up. "Fucking. Leave."

"You're so fucking beautiful." He looked down. I followed his gaze and saw he was hard.

I cringed. "Ugh."

"Mhm. You want it, don't you?" He moaned as he rubbed it.

"I'm calling the police, Jared."

"Whoa whoa, babe, calm down." He laughed, putting his hands up and taking a couple steps back. "I'll leave. Okay? Just..." He took out his phone. "Let me get a good picture of you, babe. I'm gonna need it."

I sighed. "Jared. Stop fucking calling me that."

"Stop calling you what?" He smirked, his phone pointed towards me.

"Babe."

He laughed. "Ooh, you fell for it! Got it." He looked down at his phone. "Fuck yeah." He looked back at me.

I slammed the window shut and he started banging on it. I could hear him yelling "Babe! Come back!" and shit like that. I didn't turn, just went straight to my room. God, I would kill him if I wouldn't get arrested.

Fuck. Him.

PART TWO, JARED'S POV

Dear Alan Bailey.

I love you more than you'll ever know. But if you can't accept that, if you can't return that love...

Maybe I'll need to force you to learn how to love me back.

From, Jared.

After banging on his living room window for a couple minutes, I accepted that he had probably gone to sleep or forgot or something. I looked down. I was still super fucking hard.

"Ffffuuuuuuucckk." I groaned, leaning my head back and shoving my hands into my pockets. I walked across his backyard and sat cross legged in the freshly trimmed grass for a few minutes. For the first time in a while I felt genuinely defeated.

I looked back down at it.

"Aw, fuck it."

I unzipped my jeans and started jerking off. All I could think about was the fact that Alan was right there. His smooth skin, his shiny hair, his beautiful fucking puppy dog eyes... All of it, just waiting for me. Barely tens of feet away. I could just walk in and fuck him. He was so close. So close. So. Fucking. Close.

"Oh, shit..." I moaned as I came. It was a lot. All over my new shirt I had bought just to impress Alan. Damn.

The next morning, I woke up in my bed, hungry and still tired. I looked at my phone to admire my lockscreen, a picture I had of Alan and I from 9th grade. His smile was so pretty. I hadn't seen that smile from him in years. After sitting in bed for a few hours, I dragged myself out of bed and washed my face, then ate a bowl of cereal, staring out the kitchen window to watch kids bike past in the street, as they did every morning. It reminded me of riding my bike to the arcade with Alan after school. That was the same arcade we had our birthday party in. And the last time we went anywhere together, aside from school. After breakfast, I put on a gray t-shirt and my hoodie and skateboarded to Alan's house to hide in the yard and watch him leave for work.

As I sat there, in the bushes beside his house, I checked the time. It was 10. That was way later than usual, and Alan still hadn't come out. I smiled. If he was still home, and if his roommate was gone, this was a great opportunity.

I grabbed my keys, spinning them on my finger and whistling as I walked up to his front door. I unlocked it, and walked right in. I knew he had no clue I could do that, which made it even better. I locked the door behind me and moved the couch in front of it as quietly as I could.

"I'm coming, babe. Don't worry. I'm finally here." I whispered to myself and smiled.

I snuck up the stairs and walked towards Alan's room. I creaked open the door and peeked inside.

There was Alan, in his bed. He'd probably called in sick so he could sleep in. Classic Alan. I sat down next to his bedroom door with my eyes closed, peacefully listening to Alan's gentle snoring and quiet moans. I smiled. He's fucking adorable, especially when he has nightmares. The noises alone...

I sat there so long I almost fell asleep myself, but I heard Alan clear his throat and moan as he got out of bed and stretched.

"Shit." I whispered. I carefully walked into the bathroom right across from Alan's room. I heard him walk down the stairs. "Shit." And I meant it this time. The front door was right at the bottom of the stairs. He was gonna see the couch and the muddy shoe prints. He was gonna know.

"Oh, what the hell?"

Fuck. No. Please. Come on...

"God damn it, Case. I told you to stop doing this shit. The doors lock just fine by themselves." As he climbed back up the stairs I could hear his voice getting closer. His hot. Fucking. Voice.

I heard him open the door to Casey's room.

"Case, why did..." He paused. "Case? What the fuck..."

Casey wasn't home. Perfect.

I heard him coming back towards the bathroom.

I had to do it.

Now.

3.

2.

1.

I popped out of the bathroom and blocked the hallway, my arms and legs stretched out and my hands pressed against the walls.

"JARED! NO! GET THE FUCKING HELL OUT!" He tried to push past me.

"Don't." I demanded. He tried to slip through the space between me and the wall and I growled, kicking him in the gut. He fell to the floor. I got on top of him, trapping his hands under my legs, and grabbed his neck, keeping my other hand over his mouth to stop him from screaming. I looked into his eyes deeply as a tear rolled down his face.

This made me fucking livid. I felt a knot in my stomach, and anger- but mostly sadness- filled my head.

I forrowed my brows and leaned in a bit. "Why are you crying? Aren't you happy I'm here?"

He started breathing heavily and closed his eyes tightly. I planted a soft kiss on his cheek and he started breathing slower.

"Babe. Look at me." We stared into each other's eyes. "I'm not going to hurt you. Trust me. But please be quiet, okay? I love you. You'll be okay."

He nodded, a sad and scared expression on his face. I removed my hand from his mouth, but kept the other one lightly but still firmly around his neck.

"Okay. See? You're okay, baby."

He looked up at me, his eyes twinkling, wet with tears.

I wiped the tears from his face. "It's gonna be okay. I told you I wouldn't hurt you. I love you." I know he fucking blushed when I said that. I could fucking tell. That bitch blushed so hard.

"Say it back, Alan."

Another tear fell. He shook his head. "Please, no." He shut his eyes tightly.

I laughed. "Babe, come on." I strengthened my grip on his neck. I could tell he was starting to struggle to breathe.

He opened his eyes and squirmed. "I love you, okay? Just... Let go..." He choked out.

That shit hit me deep. I was hard as fuck.

"Oh, fuuuckkk meee..." I groaned quietly. "You really are amazing." I started rubbing against him, and then I realized.

He. Was. Fucking. Hard.

He let out a small whimper, and he was definitely blushing now.

"What the fuck... You're hard?"

"No. No..." He started struggling to get away, but I was sitting on his lap and he couldn't move at all. "Ugh, god damn it! What is wrong with you?" His face was red.

I grinned. "You fucking are, you little nasty slut. God, you're hot. I knew you loved me." I stood up and grabbed him by his arms, pulling him along with me. "We're going back to my house, babe."

I was jerking off during the drive back home. I just couldn't help it. He was so hot. Laying there, all tied up in my back seat.

I tied him to one of my dining chairs, then pulled a bottle of drugged water out of the fridge. "Here, drink this. Don't want you dehydrated." I poured some of the water into his mouth, and he swallowed it. "I'm gonna have some fun with you."

"What?"

"I'm gonna torture you in the best way. I'm gonna savor you." I walked up to him and placed my hand on his cheek. "I love you, Alan." I pulled him towards me and kissed him. His lips were soft and smooth like rose petals and they tasted like his vanilla and strawberry lip balm. As I pulled away, I looked into his eyes and he looked back into mine. They were wide, and honestly he looked like he enjoyed it.

"Oh, did you like that?" I smiled.

He stared up at me. He seemed more calm.

"Well?" He looked down at the floor to hide his face. I lifted it back up. "Come on. You can tell me." I kissed him again. "How did that make you feel?"

"I... I got chills." He said quietly.

"In a good way, right?"

He didn't reply, and looked down again. I stood up and went to grab duct tape, smiling the whole time. He liked it. I knew he loved me.

I tore the tape with my teeth and put a piece over his mouth. "You're still hard, baby?" I grinned, putting my hand on his bulge. "Can't believe this is really happening."

He whined and shut his eyes tightly as I moved my hand slowly, rubbing his cock through his sweatpants. "If you really did like me back this whole time, why the hell would you make me wait like this, baby?"

Alan ignored my question and shifted his weight, leaning back in the chair, and thrusted his hips, pressing his dick harder against my hand. I pulled away and reached up to tear the tape off. Alan let out a yell. "Now. Tell me why, pretty boy."

He hung his head and breathed heavily. "I don't... I really, really don't like you, man."

I scoffed. "Well that's a fucking lie. You blushed when I kissed you, and you just got flustered from me touching you. Come on. You love me."

He shook his head, looking back up at me. "No. Just sensitive. Any guy could do that to me."

"Oh really? Any guy?"

"Well, I mean, not an ugly guy, but..."

"Oh? So you think I'm hot?"

"Jared, come on."

"Well, that's what you just implied."

"Jared. This is like the third time you've fucking kidnapped me. How the hell are you not in jail?"

"Well, you never call anyone or tell anyone about it. Casey doesn't even know about the more extreme stuff I've done to you. To be honest," I leaned closer, grabbing his chin and looking into his eyes, "kinda makes me think you don't want me to stop."

He scoffed, pulling away and hanging his head again. I stood back up, glaring down at him. "Well then. If you're gonna be a fucking bitch about it," I pulled a pocketknife out of my back pocket and flipped it open. "I'm gonna have to teach you a lesson." I leaned in, my face close to his so he could feel my breath against his lips, tracing his jawline with the blade. "Teach you how to respect me."

"I won't. I'll never respect you. You're a piece of shit. Fuck you." He spat at me. I backed up and stared down at him angrily. It honestly hurt that he would do something like that.

"That's mean."

"You're mean." A tear fell down his cheek.

I was conflicted. Stood for a minute or so. Watching. His beautiful twinkling eyes staring back up at me. His pretty crying. His smile. His beautiful body, leaning forward as if to intimidate me.

I decided.

I lunged and grabbed him by his neck, holding him back as I hooked the blade of my knife under his shirt and tore through it. I dropped the knife, ripping the shirt with my bare hands. An animal tearing into another animal purely based on instinct. Aggression. Passion.

PART THREE, ALAN'S POV

Dear Alan Bailey.

God damn it. I miss you. Alan. I fucking miss you so much. Why can't you just admit you love me back? Then we could just skip this drama and finally be together. Why not, Alan? Why don't you love me??? Why the fuck not???

"What the fuck are you doing?!" I screamed as he ripped my shirt open, trying desperately to hold him back.

"Teaching you a lesson, like I said." He smiled at me. I hate his smile.

So fucking smug.

Disgusting.

Horrible.

Vile.

I kicked my legs, aiming to hit him anywhere I could. "Get off, you fucking psycho!" He grabbed a fistful of my hair, pulling my head back. I stopped kicking.

He stared into my eyes for a few seconds, then his face got really close to mine. "You need to stop doing that, Alan. I'm here to take care of you, and you're making it really, really difficult." He sat in my lap while he said this. I felt my cock throbbing in my jeans, and it felt so good against him. He traced the blade gently across my face and neck with his other hand still pulling my hair, then started grinding against me. I moaned softly, accepting his attempt to calm me down. It shouldn't have worked, but it did.

Maybe a little too well.

"Oh fuck, did you just..."

I was really hoping he wouldn't notice.

He grinned. "That's hot. Thought you didn't like me. Your feelings definitely change fast, don't they?"

"Shut up, Alan. I told you before, I'm sensitive. You don't have to make fun of me."

"Yeah, but that didn't seem like you just being sensitive. You were moaning. You were enjoying it." He smiled, then leaned in and kissed me softly. I couldn't speak or react. I wanted to yell at him or punch him or push him away, but I couldn't. It was like I was hypnotized, just staring back into his eyes. I knew I was blushing because of his stupid reaction and smug grin.

He kissed me again, and again, grinding against me the whole time, letting out these really soft and hot moans, and a minute later I was hard again.

I was actually kinda starting to enjoy it. Why the fuck did I feel like this? He's disgusting. I've tried for years to distance myself from this creep, and now all those feelings of hatred were just gone because he was a little charismatic? No. No. This is fucking stupid.

He got up and went into his bedroom, and I felt adrenaline start pumping through my veins. I tried with all my strength to separate my arms and get the rope off, but it was tied tight, and the pulling made the knot tighter.

"Shit."

"You say something, babe?"

"No." I started sweating. Fuck. What the hell was I gonna do? Then I saw the knife on the counter. It was a couple feet away. If I could get to it without making too much noise, I could get free and maybe stab this fucker. Then I could run out into the street and be saved. I smiled as I began to feel free again.

I scooted the chair across the floor to the counter, and it didn't make sound. Thank god Jared used furniture pads on everything. I kept scooting closer and closer until I finally got there. I looked around, trying to figure out how to get the knife, when I heard Jared coming back in.

"So, I couldn't find my favorite knife, but I found some-" He looked up, first at me, then at the knife. "Oh, no, you don't." He laughed, pulling my chair back and grabbing the knife. Shit. "You're a smart little guy, aren't you? Trying to escape. Too bad you couldn't grab the knife. You were so close to being free, weren't you?"

I clenched my jaw at his condescending remarks.

"I think you deserve a punishment for that." He stared at me for a second, then suddenly lunged and grabbed my left foot, holding my leg straight out. I wiggled, trying to get my leg free.

"No! No, stop it!"

"This is what happens when you try to leave me." He put the knife to my upper thigh, and dragged the blade all the way down my leg. I winced and breathed through my teeth. He didn't cut deep, but he used enough force to draw blood, resulting in a long, red line down my leg, dripping blood onto the floor.

"Stop it, please." I sobbed.

"No. You haven't learned your lesson yet." He put the knife back at the start of the cut, and started to slice into it again. I screamed, and he dropped the knife and my leg and slapped his hand over my mouth. "What the hell is wrong with you? You want somebody to hear you?" He looked deeper into my eyes. "You want me to get in trouble?"

My eyes started to water. I shook my head.

"Good." He let go, and picked up my leg again.

I had to do something.

I kicked him with my other leg, hitting him in the chin. He groaned and stood back up, stumbling backwards and running into the wall. "Fuck, ow! You bitch!" I started to struggle with the ropes again.

"No. You're not getting away." He ran towards me, and I leaned to the side. I fell, and he tripped over the legs of the chair, running into his dining table. "Fuck, okay. That one hurt a lot." He knelt over, holding his stomach. "I can't fucking breathe. Holy shit."

I found the knot and started to untie it. I kept struggling to find the right curves and twists in the knot. Jared started to get up again, and I finally undid the knot and struggled to stand. I started to run just as he reached out to grab me, but I fell over as the surging pain in my leg reminded me it wouldn't be that easy. I screamed in pain, and he dragged me by my shoulders back to the chair.

"Let me go! Please!" I could barely get my words out between my sobs and gasps for air. I kept crying as he lifted the chair and sat me on it, then started to tie me up yet again. He kissed me, and almost fell over as he tried to catch his breath.

"You're a tough one." He said as he sat on my lap, resting his arms over my shoulders and leaning his forehead against mine. "But you aren't leaving. I can't let you."

I wanted to try to get him off of me, but I felt myself starting to get tired, and the strength started to leave my body.

PART FOUR, JARED'S POV

Dear Alan Bailey,

I jerked off to our school pictures like 7 times today. Might be a new record. You looked so hot in your basketball shorts. Ever since we were in middle school, I've fantasized about fucking you in the locker room, with our gym shorts and sneakers on, just going at it like fucking animals and ignoring anybody who saw us. Me pulling your soft hair, you screaming my fucking name like the pretty slut you are.

I think about it every day, Alan. That night on your birthday. Seeing you on your knees in front of me, and seeing you swallow my cum. I hope we can do that again someday.

Love, Jared.

"Fuck, you're still so hard." I laughed. "You really put up a fight, Alan."

He whined, trying to get me off of him.

"Come on, Alan. Anyone could see that this whole thing is performative. You just don't wanna admit that you like me. But you do. I can tell. You came earlier, and you're still hard, even after I cut you. I'm not the only one enjoying this."

He didn't say anything. Just sat there, leaned his head back, and moaned while I kept grinding against him.

"I want you."

It was so quiet, and he hadn't said anything for a few minutes, so I wasn't even sure he actually said it. "Did you say something?"

"I want you so bad." He slurred.

Holy shit. He really meant it.

I felt a chill, and my cock was sore from waiting so long. I stood up, starting to take off my shorts. I looked at him, and he was looking drowsy. He couldn't even keep his head up. My mood went from excited to pissed.

He didn't mean it. It was the fucking drugs.

"Fuck. Fuck!!"

"What's wrong?" He mumbled.

"God damn it!" I screamed and slammed my fist against the wall. I leaned against the wall and closed my eyes, trying to calm myself down.

"Jared?"

Just breathe.

"Jared, come back." He laughed, almost falling over in the chair.

Breathe.

"Okay. Okay. Y'know what, Alan?" I picked up the knife and walked back over to him, trying to stay calm. He just stared back up at me, waiting. I closed my eyes and took a step closer.

Breathe.

Another step.

Stay calm.

"What are you doing?"

Breathe.

I opened my eyes. "I'm sorry, Alan." I put the knife to his throat.

"What do you mean? What-"

"I'm sorry."

Cut.

I felt a surge of energy spread through my body. My eyes focused on Alan, and thick, red blood spilled from his neck and bubbled as these choking, gurgling sounds came from him.

"Jared..." he choked.

I sat in his lap again, and kissed his bloody lips as the life left him. I felt his last breath on my lips. I tasted his blood. I put my hands against him, covering them in his blood, and smeared it against my body.

"Fuck."

I sat with him for a few minutes before I untied him from the chair, and dragged him to the middle of the room, and got on top of him, just like we were in the hallway that morning. I laid on top of him, kissing him and caressing him.

"Now you won't leave me."

It took me those 3 days to get used to his death. It didn't affect me very much, probably because in a way he was still there. I missed him more when he was alive, because he was never with me. But now he was. He didn't have the choice to leave me anymore.

He laid there in my kitchen for 3 days. The smell didn't bother me. I actually kinda liked it.

He was with me forever.

I even tried eating him a couple times. The first time, I cooked a part of him and tried it with seasonings. The second time I ate him by himself, with nothing else. The second one was definitely better. It felt more pure. It was just him.

I cut him in every place I could, just to see what was inside. It was all so pretty. Every time I touched his blood or anything inside him, it made me feel something I never felt before. It was all so satisfying. The slick feeling of his organs, and the sounds that came from them when I touched them.

By the time I was ready to get rid of him, he was a ripped apart corpse covered in blood and organs.

I didn't know what to do with the rest of him for a while. I had cleaned the blood and evidence from his house and mine, but I didn't have an idea for what was left of his body. I ended up keeping some in the fridge for later, and then putting some of him through the garbage disposal, and the rest got flushed down the toilet. That seemed to work.

Alan Bailey. He was my first, and my favorite.

I love you, Alan Bailey.

#horror #stalker #short story #original story #original fiction #original horror #jared #alan bailey #mlm horror

[salt-volk]

I've been trying to figure out if I should comment here again - I've been debating whether or not it will make things worse, or if it's worth commenting instead of just reading all of these assumptions and false information and just letting people assume. I've had a contentious relationship with this blog and others in the past, and I really just want to enjoy what's left to DV in peace. I decided to write this post and maybe participate more actively in any conversation surrounding me in the hopes that I might be able to diffuse any tension and stop people from spreading false info. I have had a couple MB (moon bunny) trades from bunnies 1-10ish where folks had traded their halves in advance. These people actually offered it without me prompting, and I also made them aware that there's a waitlist. If there was any issue, I truly would have hoped that any of these users might have reached out to me before coming to this blog. I believe in updating the people who are invested in my trades, and I have 5ish update notes I sent out to everyone who had a trade with me over the course of waiting for the moon bunnies to arrive. Nobody has messaged me to complain about my trades or the ID numbers they've received. If anyone is unhappy with their side of the trade, please please reach out to me so that I may fix it. To the person slandering me on here without having actually spoken to me at all; it's really hurtful, and I really wish you would stop. I traded for a croc a couple weeks ago - this was a legitimate trade. The croc owner was not on my waitlist by mistake. There have been a couple custom owners who reached out to me because I had forgotten to put them on the list, and the croc owner is one of them that I had forgotten to add. I don't ask for payment up front, but if someone offers it, I don't say no. Again, if anyone is unhappy with a trade, please reach out to me - I'm sure we can work something out, whether I hatch another bun for you and swap them, etc. As to the comments about me trading my Luna's likeness away; I don't view it this way. I brought Luna to this site so that he can live on in some way, and to share an adorable pixel of him with the community. Luna was a very loving bunny, and he also loved attention - so I know he'd be happy to know that all of his little minions are being loved and fed (food was one of his favorite things). I'm in no way saying that memorial customs are good or bad, or whether they should be allowed - just that this is what I intended for the MBs, and I'm happy with it. I've come to peace with not having control over the bunnies after they leave my burrow. But before they do, I make sure they're super lucky so that Luna can bring a little luck to everyone he meets. So far, everyone I've traded with has been neutral or happy to have +3 luck MBs in these trades. Nobody has said anything to me otherwise - I've had two people ask me if they could hatch, and I've said no to both. I believe they were good-faith asks to genuinely help me with the list.

I don't let others hatch the MBs because I don't trust people to keep them all +3 luck. Considering some people on here have very strong opinions about my 3L MBs (weird stance, but sure) and getting to hatch their own. There's also significantly more important topics here than me (why is it October with no summer event??), and I beg you to find something else to entertain yourselves. I don't like being the topic of conversation - I am very shy and avoid attention whenever possible in real life. I think two and a half years is enough time to analyze my actions on a petsite, don't you think? And yes... my original Karen post was not great. That's why I promptly deleted it, but not before someone had screenshotted it on the 3 minutes it was up and posted it on the original blog. To provide context to that (keep in mind this was two and a half years ago) - my abusive manager kept calling me a karen whenever he felt he needed to undermine any legitimate concerns I had about things going on in the company. I eventually left the company. IDK if any of this will help or make things worse, but my silence didn't make it stop so I figured why not give this a try.

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#poppy 221 #mod yoshi #customs #mention: poppy #reply #namedrop #technically a namedrop I guess?

[mayasdeluca]

I read your recap and I agree for the most part; here's a few points I want to elaborate on.

I think they really shortchanged the BIG conversation Maya and Carina needed to have about the adoption and they could've given them that time by cutting the Vic call shorter and cutting if not all the Travis Dixon family stuff or at the very least Travis and Emmett sex scene.

In the Vic story (oh was Theo there? who cares amiright?) I could swear they repeated similar dialogue in 2 different scenes with the lady yelling that the dude bros used her and stole her research. you cut one of those scenes and you can give Maya and Carina at least 45 seconds more to talk.

As for Travis, if the whole point was for him to come face to face with Emmett and tell him how his father really felt, I think it would've been more powerful at the funeral next week. On top of that the sex scene was so unnecessary unless they are truly invested in making Travis and Emmett work, if they're not then it just makes Travis look like a dick for not stopping it like he almost did and another 30 seconds given to Maya and Carina. Don't get me wrong, I have no stake in Eli and Travis as a couple but when they make a big deal of having Travis find his next "love" make it stick or don't bother.

I actually didn't mind Jack as Andy's "conscience" or if they continued that dynamic for the rest of the season LOL. I mean think about it, they can keep their golden boy Grey but the only one he interacts with is Andy...no interference in Maya and Carina's lives anymore.

I think Ross and Sullivan had just enough screen time and scenes so I have nothing to say on that.

But now let me get to the Maya and Carina...there was just MORE story they needed to tell with them this episode especially because of how things ended. Like why was Carina in the NICU, she's an OB, she deals with the Mama's not the babies. I know we can come to the conclusion that the mom didn't survive so she (and Maya) checked on him but it would've been nice to hear that could've been a throw back to 5x07 where Carina said how she never sees what happens after it's just "welcome little one, bye bye".

And you were right the chef coming in to adopt the baby was just weird. I'll be honest, I wasn't paying attention to that first scene so I didn't make the connection that he was the chef so I thought he was either the baby daddy or like her brother so I was like dude just think about it, you made the decision 36 hours ago, you can take a little more time. Then when I watched the scene again and realized it was the chef I was like oh yeah totally weird he would show up to adopt and say its what the girl would've wanted when it didn't even seem he knew or was worried about her at the ball.

But the guy was only in 2 scenes (again the story needed more time), like why bother bringing him in just to change his mind when as I said Carina was hanging in the NICU so maybe she could've had those scenes (with one of all these MANY friends she apparently has that they would invite to the new house LOL) like with Jo who went through the exact same thing with Luna (that is if she was done banging Link) and talk through her feelings and the 2nd scene could've been her talking with Maya.

The scenes and the talk Maya and Carina did have wasn't bad. I am hoping like you that they get pregnant also and we get the best of both worlds with a potential time jump in the finale to Carina giving birth but I also think a mid season time jump would be necessary.

As you can see, I didn't have much to say on the episode LOL. I know people are excited the show is finally back so they might've watched with rose-colored glasses but for me, I thought it was average.

I very much agree with a lot of your additions!

The whole Travis/Emmett thing just feels like a waste of time because as far as I'm aware, even though Lachlan has continued to be in LA, I don't think he's in any episodes past episode 2? So did they really need to make this Dixon stuff a two episode arc? For what? It's just going to make Travis look shitty again like you said especially when he goes back to Eli and who knows how he'll spin it to make it seem like all is well. I don't expect Travis and Eli to be endgame either so it's just going to be yet another relationship Travis has that will 'never live up to Michael' and it's a shame they never got him out of that cycle when it's been over 3 seasons of this. This is definitely the plot out of the premiere that I think could've been less to give Marina more time.

It would be interesting if he continued to be her conscience all season lol but I think now that he's woken up, they're just going to have him be all depressed about not being able to be a firefighter anymore. Hopefully he continues to stay away from Marina's stuff though.

I think the Maya and Carina plot definitely needed at least another scene, especially with that scene with Carina/the chef added in. It just felt like a lot had to be figured out off screen between Carina spending a lot of time at the NICU, and then Carina having to tell Maya about the chef (off screen) because he had his minimal time and backed out almost as quickly as he decided to adopt Liam. That part definitely felt rushed. And then suddenly everything was happening so fast with them deciding to adopt him too.

It would be nice if we got at least one scene of Carina talking to Jo about this because she definitely would understand how it feels and what adopting is like. It seems like Carina is going to be going to Bailey for all that though. Carina is supposed to be making an appearance on Grey's though but we don't know when. A lot of people think it's later in the season (probably is) and could be part of the crazy crossover happening so I guess by then there wouldn't be much adoption talk happening when they would have had him for a while now. I do wonder if they are going to do some kind of bigger time jump at some point.

I lost a little faith in the possibility of Carina being pregnant though when they started posting BTS for the premiere (while filming what they were that day which was episode 8) and it looked like it was a clinic day and Carina was not pregnant...unless they made sure to take her fake bump off before posting any BTS lol but I don't know about that...still hoping they will continue that process throughout the season and we'll end up with her giving birth in the finale though.

#asks #anon

[dearcraziness]

Chapter 71.

Bendy's morning began with memories. First with creepy, frightening, then misleading, causing a lot of questions. A day ago, friends decided to tell their dear friends from the Magical world the story after the realization of Joey's terrible plot, the events which happened to him and Henry. After the tragic death of the creators, inexplicable things happened - Joey appeared to Bendy in the form of a ghost, the imp often saw his creators in dreams. Bendy was overwhelmed with feelings of guilt, compassion, he understood they didn't deserve such an outcome. And when the demon, having plucked up the courage, managed to tell a dark story in detail a couple of years ago, friends came to the conclusion the creators should be magically returned... And since they had friends who were powerful magicians, it was definitely necessary to try to bring Henry and Joey back to life.

Weeks have passed. The spell was worked out, and it was possible to resurrect the founder of the studio and his family, as well as his close fellow employee and his beloved. Friends have rallied - both people and wizards have become one big family.

However, a lot of conversations haven't yet taken place between Bendy and friends, and their creators. Important conversations on which their joint well-being and happiness depended. First of all, Joey and Henry returned to their homes to restore order in them after several years of neglect of the dwelling. After visiting his cartoon friends and visiting them for a lunch meal, Joey promised to return soon, together with his wife Amanda and their daughter Samantha, going back to his flat; Henry and his beloved Gwen agreed to meet their ink friends soon, returned to their apartments. A week later, two pals decided to visit the studio again. On the way, Joey remembered a case when he was so carried away with creating characters and fell asleep at the workplace without returning home.

"You should've seen how surprised Amanda was when she saw me with ink on my face and heard my story!"

"Yes, my friend, you were able to give yourself to your ideas entirely." Henry smiled.

"But now I won't repeat my mistakes. I know the really important things are already with me..."

"And the people who care about you... And since recently, wizards..."

"Eh, after all, life is an incredible thing! Once I resorted to a spell from an old book, so I'll be surrounded by magic for the rest of my life."

"Speaking of magic... We were brought back here by spells, does that mean that... Have we gained immortality?..."

"Hardly... Anyway, we can always ask them, but for me personally, it doesn't matter much. You need to enjoy the present, today."

"You know, Joey, I'm really glad to see our cartoon characters again, but you didn't think they were... Rather cautious with us?... Perhaps because of your past confusion with the plot..."

"Yes, I noticed. Especially my favourite imp was too vigilant with us... I'm sure a couple of warm conversations will help us get along!"

"I agree... Wait, is Bendy more important to you than the others?"

"I'd rather say I just like him more, he's closer in spirit. In general, they're all very dear to me."

"They're special in their own way. Comparisons are superfluous here."

"You try to treat everyone equally well - I recognize the good old Henry; you inspired me to draw the image, write the character of Lara."

"Now that's weird."

"Don't be mad, you and her are really very similar, which means you'll understand each other well."

Joey patted Henry on the shoulder and they laughed; the dark-haired friend smiled, feeling as if the old days hadn't gone away at all, as if he hadn't left the studio for many years...

Once inside, old pals met Boris and Alice, greeted them. The guys invited them to Lara's room, where she and Bendy were solving sudoku. It turned out there wasn't enough space for everyone, so friends had to go to the Reading Room. Joey took out his glasses and a pen from his pocket, which he always carried with him, and began to write down what he thought were possible numbers in empty cells. Bendy looked at him worriedly, finding the rim on his nose.

"If you want, we'll inform the wizards about your vision - they will examine you and correct the diseases of your eyes with the help of magic..."

"Thanks, Bendy, I'm already used to nearsighted farsightedness... Maybe I'll address them but a little later..."

"And how is it - nearsighted farsightedness?" Alice asked.

"Well, it means I can't see very well if objects are quite far away and very close in front of me."

"In general, no one except Joey says that." Henry added.

"But the diagnosis is immediately clear... Hmm, it's quite curious to see you all together, unexpectedly nice..."

"What do you mean?" Bendy asked.

"I collaborated with the company 'Easy Black' at the time of developing my own characters. The head of that studio and I got into a conversation, I involuntarily mentioned my characters and he told me about the difficulty of depicting one character on paper - according to him, it was impossible to come up with an angel... Then I offered to establish a business relationship between our companies, I helped him finish his ink creatures, even showed him a reference book which indicated a way to revive his own heroes. Apparently, he took my advice - so, Alice appeared thanks to me, too. I was involved in creating your design, Alice. Well, are you happy?" he looked at the girl.

"Very much, thank you. Unfortunately, James, another of my creators, soon closed the studio, devoting his life to acting..."

"That's why I haven't seen any new characters from his company. I should visit him some day and you'll go with me, Henry. Does he have a busy schedule, Alice?"

"No, no, but lately he has been spending days in his apartment - he says he missed his family madly while he was on stage, and his health isn't the same as in his youth... He'll be happy to meet you... Joey, he's talked about you more than once..."

"It's great to learn new things about an old acquaintance... I'm grateful for him, he helped me turn the studio into a workplace for more than a hundred people, he recommended my studio to his social circle. Almost no one found out about my characters through television, on which there were short cartoons. Henry became one of them. He still loves old short cartoons."

"With them, I feel as if an inquisitive, cheerful child still lives in me..."

"Childhood is a state of mind, not an age..." Bendy replied. "The main thing is to keep vivid impressions in your heart, to remain unselfish and benevolent..."

"That's a good point." Joey said. "And you guys are generally fine! You'll always be children, literally."

"Nevertheless, you think deeply, like real adults." Henry added with a restrained smile.

Friends finished with sudoku, had lunch. Boris and Alice were sorting boxes in the room, Lara was reading new fashion magazines, Bendy was cleaning the kitchen, then in the Reading Room. Suddenly the door swung open and Joey came in, looking around in confusion. Bendy looked at him questioningly.

"I lost my glasses. Have you seen them?"

"We'll find them... They were lying right under the magazine, here."

"Thanks."

"You're welcome."

Joey headed for the exit, paused slightly. He turned around, looking at the room and the imp circling with a rag around the shelves with wonderful literature.

"May I help you with the cleaning?"

"No, thank you. I'm almost done."

"Okay, I'll go. Since I have nothing else to do here."

"See you soon." Bendy said, not looking at the interlocutor, wiping the dust on the shelves.

Joey couldn't stand it and flared up, "What is it? How can I show my good attitude towards you and your friends? They've already started to trust me and you still don't. Is it really difficult to earn your favor?"

"Not really. If you had initially cared about your characters or at least not put them in danger, I wouldn't have doubted your intentions."

"How was I supposed to know you would get involved in events without my knowledge? And I hasten to remind you, I left only a good ending and it came true."

"And became the beginning when we finally got free. Our life and destiny are not predetermined now. Well done, you changed your attitude to our existence."

"I've improved, really. I realized it's impossible to neglect someone else's happiness in any case, even if everything is collapsing."

"But everything is fine with you. You and your family are alive, your friends are nearby, you support each other in a difficult moment. I may look skeptical of you, but I want to tell you - my friends and I have forgiven you and don't hold a grudge against you. I have to apologize... No matter how cruel you were to my friends, I had no right to kill you... I couldn't realize revenge doesn't solve problems..."

"Bendy, I'm not at all offended by you. You were a hostage to the plot. You just didn't have any other choice. And yet, you acted exactly according to my plans, again, I was in despair, I lost the meaning of my life."

"However, you regained it... Oh, I have to apologize to Henry as well..."

"You talk to him later. I finally had an opportunity to talk to you on important topics."

"I'm always ready to share my thoughts with you, the others are happy to have your company... After all, you and Henry are our creators, we cherish you... I need you... Even if we had misunderstandings in the past, I hope we'll overcome troubles together..."

"Your words really touched me, my little imp. It's important for me to know everything's getting better. You're like family to me, like my own children. Henry and I will protect you from now on."

"And we will protect you if necessary."

"You've already saved me, Bendy, from myself. I finally realized the true values."

"Joey, may I ask you a question?"

"Sure, go ahead."

"Why did the words suddenly disappear from the plot sheet? I was going to show it to my friends, but the sentences were erased..."

"I had foreseen my departure and knew if I was gone and you were prisoners of the new scenario, I'd never find peace in the next world... Therefore, I've enchanted the sheets of all my stories about you, so that you'll be freed. I found the book of an experienced magician, and followed the instructions."

"So all your work is gone?"

"Well, there're cartoons left. And I'll write new stories about you. Do you remember the last page? The final phrase?"

"One moment... 'And their lives no longer depended on the pen on paper; since then, their fate isn't subject to anyone; neither their creators nor other people's creatures in our world...' Will you start writing again?"

"In time, my boy, in time. But, I promise, my stories will only be about good events related to you."

"Good luck to you... And one more question..."

"Yes, which one?"

"Soon after the reunion, my friends and I were walking and saw for the first time the grave of people... And there was your name... Did you use some kind of spell again?"

"No, I just asked my friend the undertaker to erect a slab with my name near my family... I hurried, now I'm alive again, and so is my family... I can imagine how surprised Mark will be when he finds out about me and my loved ones, alive and unharmed. I need to find him and arrange for him to remove the monuments."

"You're right, you can live forever if you want to.

"I'll think about it, I need to discuss it with Amanda and to consult with Henry. I see your curiosity hasn't disappeared from your face - ask more questions."

"Alright, why did you come to me after your death?"

"I think because there was a connection between us, I wasn't able to leave without talking to you the last time. But, fortunately, our friendship didn't end. Everything is just beginning."

Bendy nodded, looking away absently, taking his gaze to the corner of the room. Joey put his hand on the imp's head, leaned over, whispering, "Bendy, I understand, or rather, I can even imagine how hard it was for you to be left alone, to lose your friends... I'm sorry... I almost ruined your life... I almost doomed you and your dear ones to eternal separation..."

"There is much more goodness and more light in you than you realize. I will repeat again - we are not offended by you."

"You are the most wonderful creatures. I'm learning a lot from you. Well, go see how Henry's doing."

"What about you?"

"I'm going to look around. I haven't walked around the studio for a long time."

"I will first inform the Ink Creatures roaming on the other side you are not dangerous, warn them of your presence."

"So you're their ruler."

"Well, they call me 'Ink Demon', or 'Lord', but I try to convey to them my point of view about our equality and friendly attitude."

"I'm sure you're a great leader."

"I'm trying. It is my duty to take into account everyone's opinion."

After talking to Frans and Globe and asking them to notify the others, Bendy saw Joey off and, after making sure he was safely following, returned. The demon went into his room, but found Henry looking for some object: his eyes were running around the table, his hands involuntarily moved from bottom to top. Hearing the imp's footsteps, he turned around, the corner of his mouth lifted, forming a crooked, good-natured smile.

"Oh, it's you, Bendy..." he sighed with relief. "And I was just looking for a glue pencil, Lara and I are making paper hummingbirds..."

"Great, hope it's not too late to join you?"

"Not at all, we just started..."

"I think the glue is in the first drawer... Yes, here it is... Is there anything else you need?"

"Everything else is there. Let's go."

Henry took a couple of steps towards the door, but saw the wizard remained motionless. The demon's face depicted puzzlement and a dark shadow of despair.

"Bendy, I'm not interrupting you and Lara, am I? Maybe you were going to be alone?"

"No, no, on the contrary, we are glad to see you... I was just going to tell you something..."

"Yes?..."

"... Forgive me. For the situation happened. I know it's too late to apologize but I'm really sorry. You had absolutely nothing to do with what happened. You have become a prisoner of the situation, just like me and my friends. I've done such a terrible thing to you... You didn't deserve a tragic outcome at all..."

The young man spoke abruptly, there was oppression and anxiety in his voice. He raised his eyes from the boards on the floor, transferring them to the frowning expression of the brown-eyed man. His dark blue suit seemed even more gloomy at that moment, the light gray shirt sleeves hiding under the jacket seemed to have become even more muted and inconspicuous.

"Bendy... If anyone should apologize, it's Joey and me. He first deprived you of a choice and I just left. It turned out we both betrayed you. And although he apologized to me for not asking my approval for his plans, after his death I couldn't get rid of the idea that I had left the studio because I didn't want to delve into the possibility of animating cartoon characters. I was afraid of problems, that's why I ran away like a coward. You had already appeared in our world then, Joey and I were watching you from the sidelines without bothering you. I have protested against the idea of your existence. My boss and I, of course, argued, and I couldn't tolerate his criticism of me. I guess I was just looking for a quiet ordinary life. But I soon began to miss working in the studio, I missed meetings with colleagues, conversations with Joey. I didn't admit to myself I felt happiness in my heart - our dreams came true, you appeared suddenly and, fortunately, immediately liked with your home, became friends, you even began to have romantic feelings for Lara a little later, and she for you - Joey told me, he didn't plan to connect anyone with love ties. Your relationship was completely dependent on yourself. Now you can control almost all events, and for us, your creators, there is no better reward. Let's put our disagreements in the past: we are a family, at least I consider you my family."

"And we really appreciate the connection with you and Joey. Thank you for your sincerity."

Henry felt Bendy hug him hastily and tightly and, bending slightly, the creator wrapped his arms around the demon's shoulders.

"I always imagined our first meeting in a similar way..." the brunette smiled.

"So I ruined our acquaintance... However, the subsequent greetings will leave only positive emotions..."

"You didn't spoil anything, you were just very unhappy... And we have brought you to a deep grief... But again, the terrible past is behind us... There will be a lot of pleasant surprises ahead on your way..."

"And on yours, too... Will you and Joey go back to your old job?"

"Perhaps, but in smaller quantities... And we will come here, first of all, to visit you."

"We are always looking forward to seeing you."

Breaking the embrace, Henry asked, "Well, shall we go?..."

"Of course, probably, Laurie has already been waiting..."

#bendy and the ink machine