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wychive · 4 years

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𝙪𝙣𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨

summary // you found your pile of ‘letters’ to hyunjin that contain thoughts that have never been said and decided to write to him one last time.

pairing(s) // hyunjin x gn!reader, hyunjin x oc, slight minho x reader

genre(s) // angst, letter fic

warning(s) // mentions of food, themes of being forgotten, vulgar wording, humiliation, overthinking

word count // 2.0k

author's note // happy birthday @noya-sannnn !! im sorry this was so late hhh you know how i am irl,, but i hope you enjoy this! i love you so much, jane <3 i apologize for the many grammar mistakes gn. i recommend listening to iu’s ending scene while reading this! btw y/n/n means your nickname.

[10/01/14, 3:55am]

dear jinnie,

hi there! it's y/n <3 i hope you're doing okay - i mean of course you are pfft anyways, just writing this short letter (more like paragraph) sort of as a venting mechanism? for things i cant tell you about lol im not so sure how you would call it, since you're so much better at words than i am. basically were like:

hyunjin: ow a brain freeze!

me: haha brain go brrrr

anyways haha yea <3 it's 4am so like,, ill see you at school!

signed,

your loser,

y/n/n

[15/02/14, 12:34am]

yo heartthrob!

im back with this kinda stuff haha it's been a whole? week? since ive written one of these so like yes..hi! i just wanted to say thanks, for today. you really know how to cheer me up huh? you really outdid yourself by setting up that little picnic for us. congrats on making the strawberry cake so perfectly <3 this day will always stay as a core memory in the back of my brain. you're too caring sometimes,,, istg you'll pay for this [maybe hugs?] >:)

signed,

your partner in crime,

y/n/n

[30/02/15, 01:29am]

jinnie-senpai~~

LMAO you hate me calling you that, doesn't change a thing though. hehe,, nways i hope you enjoyed your birthday present :) i got you that really cool skateboard that you wanted. i worked my ass off for that in my mother's garden so like,, you gotta thank me for that a thousand times :D nah jk, its a sincere gift, from me to you. i rarely do this for ANYONE so consider yourself lucky to have a best friend like me -3- also, seungmin is like….kinda the cutest person ever. introduce me to him pls, thank!

signed,

<your bestest friend3,

y/n

(p.s. you're kinda cute too,,,, ig,,, still stinkee tho)

[13/04/15, 9:04pm]

hey 'baby' (HAHAHA ihy for this)

i hope your day was okay! i didn't see much of you today (which was sort of a bummer but wtv) so like…. uh yea. you told me you were doing okay over text, which kinda surprised me because like?? we always video call lol this is kinda the first time,, but its okay, i trust you! (i really hope youre doing alright tho, i'll beat anyone up if they make you sad >:( ) you also called me 'sweetheart' today which was like…. omg wtf haha????????? that was so weird to me for some reason… a good kind of weird :D we haven't done those kinds of nicknames in a while so…. happy to know that they're back in session <3 i talked to the new girl today, she's really cool! like she knows the bean song on tiktok so like its a total win heh, ill introduce you to her tomorrow! you'll love her a lot

signed,

your 'lover',

y/n/n

[08/06/16, 10:23pm]

hey howl (hehe go back to that movie night we had)

this spring break sucks so much,, esp because youre not here (you still couldve brought me along :'[ ) but wtv i hope youre enjoying yourself. ive been hanging out with yeonnie lately and i found out she likes conan grey too like pls i love her sm. can we adopt her?? please???? she told me you guys have been video calling too and that makes me so happy!! you two are getting along so well aaa my precious babies </3

what if you developed a crush on her? haha…..jk unless?? (no jk dont shes all mine, stay away >:) ) anyways, i hope the three of us hang out soon. maybe go to that ice cream parlour where they serve the best cookies and cream?

signed,

your daisy,

y/n/n

[19/07/15, 01:23am]

peepee poopoo hello

heyheyhey!! (heh, haikyuu thingz) i hope youre doing okay! i mean sure you are, with everything going so well. also i feel like you're not telling me something. maybe it's just me? is it? i hope it is because you tell me everything,, we've been talking less these days but its okay! i know how busy you are, especially with your dad always bugging you,,

also, i think yeonbin likes you :0,, she keeps talking about you whenever we hang out. don't get me wrong, its not bad that she likes you but...something doesn't feel right. i feel like i'm being the third wheeler here and like ugh idk. haha laughs yea i think its just me.. im sorry, i didnt mean to do you like this,, anyways, ill see you soon + her too ofc- yall are inseparable lmao

signed,

your moonlight,

y/n/n

[23/07/15, 01:56am]

greetings, kind sir

lol more like mean sir but like aight KSKSK,, anyways,, how have you been? we haven't really talked in a while,, our convos are always so short with it being one-sided :/ i wish you were online more. yeonnie is ignoring me,, do you know why? i think you do,,, but when i asked you just said you didnt know. did i do something wrong? pls tell me..

she blocked my contact the other day and she won't even smile at me when i pass her in the hallways. its,, sad and stressful especially because she was the only one that would genuinely talk to me. i hate to say this,, but i miss you. us, hanging out like the best trio we are, yknow? but i dont think you miss me the same way. sorry, im getting out of hand. i know im just overreacting. im just gonna sleep ig,, good night! sweet dreams,,

signed,

your pink lemonade,

y/n/n

[25/07/15, 03:25am]

hi there

i heard you and her got together?? congrats, jinnie! im so proud of you,, especially because you never had even considered getting a girlfriend a few months earlier lmaO you really woo the ladies huh? anyways,, i hope you've been well since we last talked,, how many days has it been?? i would say nearly a week or so but honestly it feels like a hundred years,, considering you and i used to talk every day. but you have her now to keep you company.

keep this a secret but can you possibly tell me why it hurts when i see her? or when i mention her or even think of her?? is it because she's connected to you? but.. you're my best friend, so why? is it because i miss you? is it because im alone now? is it because you left me with a simple 'i have to go now,, bye y/n/n.'? im not sure either. im being silly, i apologize. ill figure it out sooner or later. sweet dreams, jinnie

signed,

your asswipe,

y/n

[25/07/15, 04:30am]

jinnie

it's because i love you.

signed,

your butterfly,

y/n

[??/08/??, 05:??am]

you

i miss your lame jokes. i miss your smile. i miss your laughs. i miss your funny faces. i miss the way your eyes twinkle. i miss th way you would make me happy just by doing the bare minimum. i miss the disaster you made when cooking breakfast. i miss the night when you snuck me out just to go to that pretty lantern event. i miss when you would call out my name everytime we met. i miss when we would share earbuds in train rides. dont you get it, hyunjin? i miss you.

[??/??/15, ??:??am]

asshole.

please tell me that isn't true, please. you're too kind to do these kinds of things, right? + i was your best friend,, then, why, why did you hurt me like this. i didnt do anything wrong.. you couldve just told me you didnt like me,,, why did she have to tell me? out of all people.

youre so pathetic for this,, i thought you were brave, bold - but youre just a fucking coward. i loved you, i really did. and i realised too late… im sorry. she,, i shouldn't have talked to her in the first place, right? i bet you knew she humiliated me, in front of everyone. of course you did, you were the only one that knew. you told her. fuck, i hate you so much (yet why do i long for you on a night like this?). you know how much that'll affect me and yet, there you are, laughing about it with her.

signed,

fuck off,

you know who i am.

[31/08/15, 03:41am]

ah, jinnie

please tell me this is just a nightmare. please, please. stop just reading my texts, please answer them. jinnie. i miss you so much. i dont care bout her, please just let me be in your arms. i dont care if you love me back, please just talk to me at least. tell me what i did wrong,, jinnie,, please,,, clear these tear stains on my cheek with kisses.

signed,

your fuck-up,

y/n

[15/09/15, 04:59am]

jinnie

why do i keep crying because of you? its been a few weeks since everything has happened. please, nothing has changed. i still love you the same even with all the hatred i have pent up in this stupid brain of mine. i wish i could just walk back in time, to where it all began.

when i first met you in third grade and you pushed me while playing soccer or maybe when we took those ridiculous prom pictures, remember those? i hope you still have them,, because i do too. i hope the pictures of us on your wall still hang there,, it'll remind you of the happy times. hm,, maybe you don't need them.

you already have millions of pictures with you and her,, i bet you printed some and replaced those with ours right? sly dog.

signed,

friend,

y/n/n

[04/02/16, 12:57am]

hey

i went to the park today and saw both of you being happy. it's nice to see your smile again. im sorry i didnt go up to you,, i just thought it would be awkward. when i heard that adorable laugh of yours, it made me realise that i lost something special. but it's okay isnt it? as your happiness matters more than mine.

signed,

y/n

[06/01/20, 08:00pm]

dear hyunjin,

im doing fine here. how about you? gosh,, how long has it been? years? since we last talked to each other. i havent heard from you since. i would just like to say i still think of you sometimes, when watering the plants or dancing while making pancakes. sometimes i think you're here with me too, just being the pals we were.

sometimes i'd see you out, just reading a book in the park or buying pasta sauce at the grocery store. it's nice to see you having a stable life. im not sure if you're still with her or not, but its good to know that you still have that large friend group. also! you're never gonna guess who im dating--

it's minho! do you remember him? the one that i used to hate,, uh yeah. he asked me out the other day- you may wonder how tf,,, i too do not know how tf but he gives the best hugs ever. he gave me the love i wanted from you. he stitched my heart back together after it broke,, i love him so much, jinnie..

it's snowing,, do you remember when we would skate on the frozen lake in front of your house? are your parents well? i wonder if your mother still has those earrings i bought for her birthday. i never told you this but your laugh and hers sound so similar.

i would just like to say thank you, for everything. you were a big part of my life, up until now. when we see each other after this, we would just be strangers. maybe flash a little smile or give a little wave whenever we greet each other but nothing more. some memories of us would flow in every now and then but it'll just be a short teaser. well, i'll be going now. smile for me, okay?

signed,

the one that loved you the most,

y/n.

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lchufflepuffcorn · 4 years

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Teaching Sarcasm (Blue Beelte x Reader)

Author’s note: ahaha, hate the end tho... (You can find my masterlist here, check out my patreon maybe ?)

Words: 1435

Warning: None..? The gif is not mine it belongs to its owner/creator.

Resume: Five times, Kaji Da didn't understand your sarcasm, and Jaime had to explain to him that it was a joking way. One time where Kaji Da responds to her in a sarcastic comment.

1- During group night.

''Yeah, because I'm sooo scared!'' You responded jokingly at something Megan had said. The gang was hanging out, but you weren't frequently part of that gang, for you were not a young hero. And Jaime was glad about it. It was already hard to see his friends get hurt weekly. He didn't particularly want to see his newly acquired girlfriend the same way. Were you aware that he was a hero, well, he never did tell you explicitly, but you weren't dumb either.

''Jaime Reyes, your mate, does not seem in a position of danger, why would they say such things if they are false?'' Jaimes groaned internally.

Scarab, while being one with Jaimes, had yet to understand your frequent use of sarcasm. Six months it had been going on. ''They're joking'', he muttered under his breath. Superboy turned his head toward him with a frown, but Jaime only smiles in his direction, clenching his hand on yours for a second. You didn't ask him about it. He liked it that way.

Preferred it, was more like it. You didn't ask questions, because the last time you did when he came back to your home all battered and a suspicious amount of blue retracting to his back, he snapped at you that it was too dangerous for you to know. You'd been angry at him for some time, maybe you still were right now, but you didn't ask any more questions after that night. And you didn't ask questions about that weird group of kids he was hanging around—all weirder than the others. For that to he was glad.

2- Date night at your restaurant.

There was this small restaurant. A little outside of El Paso where Jaime had taken you for your first serious date, it had soon become 'your restaurant.' It was funny seeing as you had your table near a window, the waiter knew your names and your drinks by heart now. You reminded people of their grandparents in a way.

''I have more important things to do...'' Jaime was saying. The conversation had led to the homework he still hadn't done for the next Monday. You rolled your eye.

''Yes, because running around all night is way more important than your education!'' You responded in a smooth voice, putting honey on your toast. Maybe their honey was better than the one you had at home?

He stared at you, his mouth full of eggs, incapable of defending himself. But before Jaimes could swallow, Sacrab interrupted his train of thought.

''Jaime Reyes, your mate, resent anger, it seems like a trap.'' The poor boy nearly choked on his egg. He hissed once his throat was cleared.

''It's not a trap, they're angry!'' He whispered yell at the voice in his head. You rolled your eyes, not asking who he was talking too, you already knew the answer, It's hard to explain...

3- Study time

''I'm telling you, Miss Keller wants us dead. Why else would she give us a million of pages to do before tomorrow.'' Whined Jaime, his head resting on your shoulders while you were actually doing the ten pages homework your teacher had given the week before. You'd agree it was a bit much, mainly because of his nightly shifts of whatever he didn't want to tell you, but doable if you did a little bit each night. You hummed in response.

''Why did I have to take french, you are a sadist, you know that we could have taken Spanish, but noo, you wanted French.''

''You already speak Spanish at home, Jaime, that would have been too easy for you...'' you sigh, turning your page, pencil raised in the air like a missile waiting to be dropped.

Jaime gave you a disconcerted look. ''So what? It would have been funnier!'' He crossed his arms across his chest and started pouting. He wasn't usually one to sulk, but he felt playful today, and he really didn't want to do his homework.

He finally made his mother agree to you and him alone in his room (without entirely closing his door though) on the argument that it was calmer to study. And you were actually studying—what a loss.

''Sure, et tes devoirs vont se faire tous seuls, Jaime?'' You responded, raising your eyebrows and gesturing at his book open before him. He frowned and pushed you lightly, playfully before retaking his pen.

''Your mate doesn't seem angry, or having un this time, Jaime Reyes, why do they use this tone now?'' Asked Scarab in his head.

Jaime groaned, wishing his school would have a course on how to become a telepath.

''They're mocking me...'' he whispers.

4- When you met someone you disliked.

Jaime knew that you didn't like this one guy at school. Jacob, or Jerry... or was it Aaron? Anyway, there wasn't a particular reason why you didn't like him, you know those who just irritate you and breathe the same air as you do? That guy, whatever his name was, was that kind of person for you. He was also the kind of guy that liked talking to everyone.

That was why you were currently sitting outside the school during lunchtime, facing Jaime, while Jacod/Jerry/Aaron/whatever was sitting on your right.

''Did you guys heard about the last party?'' Asked the guy, he hadn't stopped talking since he sat down next to you, twenty minutes ago. ''Aight, Imma tell you.''

''Oh, please do, we're dying to know.'' You grumbled under your breath, your head resting in between your arms.

The guy looked so insulted, gazing over to you than on him, just as Scarab spoke.

''You mate does not feel intense excitement toward the tale, nor are they dying, why would they say such things?''

Jaime used the confusion on the boy's face to respond to both his questions and Scarab's. '' I think they're tired.''

5- That one fight

He arrived at your house, still dressed in his hero costume. And you had recognized him. He looked like a mashed potato and absolutely refused to talk to you. Thus bringing your rage to him.

''So what, I'm too stupid for you to even tell me about this? You expect me to be fine with you getting killed? Do your parents even know? Did you even think about telling me?''

''I told you it would be dangerous if you knew...'' Jaime started to say, but you cut him off.

''Oh, because while I didn't know, it wasn't as dangerous! For sure, I could still die or be captured and tortured, but yeah, sure, I was perfectly safe!'' You roared in a fake and dry laugh.

Jaime had his face in his end by the end of your sentence. In his head, arguments for his silence were running around, and Scarab's voice was not helping anything.

'Your mate has good points, Jaime Reyes, but I don't understand why they agree with you...' he was saying. The boy grunted.

''I'm sorry, (Y/N). That I made you mad and felt unprotected... and that I didn't trust you'' You sighed.

''Just'' you started, voice restrained as if something inside of you was hurting ''next time something that could get me killed happens in your life, tell m okay? So I'll know.''

6- Sassy Khaji

Jaime was listening to you talk excitedly about the oral presentation you had to do in French (he was your partner in that project because Heck no, he won't let Jimmy or whatever be it). The subject was free as long as it wasn't sexual or in another language than French. And because he participated in hero-ing work, he used Khaji Da's knowledge to bring up his first hero, which became one with the Scarab, Pharaon Kha-Ef-Re.

Your group of mutual friends listening by one ear, because it wasn't to them, you were talking anyway, Jaime sighed. If life could be like that all the time, his would be very much less complicated.

''As if you don't like the thrill, Jaime Reyes.'' Muttered Scarab in his head. Surprising Jaime with his tone of voice, which as suspiciously close to yours.

Jaime took his phone as if he was receiving a call and walk a bit farther away from the group.

''Are you sassy-ing me?'' He asks, his phone near his ear.

''Your mate always feels better after talking like that...''

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hearteyes-for-killmonger · 4 years

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Part 8

When Erik's eyes opened, his head was foggy.. smashed into the bed.. and Frankie Beverly was blasting out the common room. He raised his chin before dropping it with a deep sigh. This nigga, he thought. Goddamn.. What time was it?

"CHRIS," he yelled getting no answer other than a loud "BEFORE I LET YOU GOOOOOOOO!"

"Mothafucka," he grumbled eyes shut and grunting as he couldn't sleep with all the noise. Throwing himself onto his feet, he nearly tripped over his boots left standing near the bed in his jeans. Kicking them out the way, he marched out the room turning the corner as he scratched his bare chest. "You know what time it is?!"

"Yeah, it's 12:48 PM in the afternoon," Brit said from the small couch as Chris looked up, looking stupid. "Good afternoon Sleeping Beauty." Erik hadn't even seen her sitting there, but there she was.. in one of Chris' bigass shirts and sweatpants. Erik looked down finding himself ass naked, dick hanging on soft. Her eyes followed his, scanning him before settling on his eyes, humored.

"Stop looking at my dick."

She smirked. "You were fucked up last night do you remember anything?"

"I remember you," he grinned still feeling fuzzy. One thing he knew for sure.. he'd gotten Fucked. Up. "Why you got his shit on?"

"One, you were sleep so I couldn't ask you. Two, do you own anything that would fit me?"

He pouted. She had a good point.

"Breakfast?" Her brow arched in a reminder.

"SHIT," he gasped suddenly remembering he was a human being with a life. He grabbed his head. "Why you ain't wake me up?"

"Tuh! I tried. You were like a damn log," her shoulders shook in a small chuckle.

Meanwhile, Chris danced with a bag of chips and a coke.

"Sit ya happy ass down somewhere," Erik frowned, half-serious and rolling his eyes when Brit put up a disciplinary finger. He sighed. "Wait for me, I'm a take a quick shower and I'll be ready in fifteen."

Turning the corner, he could hear them talking low and snickering. He stuck his head back out and their eyes both went to him at the same time, Brit snickering again.

"What's so funny RED," he challenged.

"YOU, nigga. Breakfast over, me and Chris already went, it's lunch time."

"Y'all went without me?" His face froze in disappointment.

"Look..," Chris mumbled walking over with his phone to show him a video of them trying to wake him up. Chris had yelled Erik's name super loud and Brit climbed over top0 him in the bed, dressed in Chris' clothes as she cackled at the fact that Erik was still snoring.

"Put some damn clothes on," she laughed.

"You the one keep lookin at my dick." She kept looking at it like she wanted it.

"You asked me to stay and I'm here.. as you requested. But I got shit to do and I'm hungry so LET'S GOOO," she clapped. "Get your ass in the showerrr! Let's move!"

"...You lucky you fine," he warned turning to hit the shower. He was used to showering fast, with as much work as he'd taken on this year. Early, long, full days of school, tutoring, group assignments, homework, Omega meetups, and he had to get his workouts in too. In fact, based on the time... he had an appointment to tutor a few people back to back in a couple hours. Work hard, play hard was the motto. Dashing from the shower, he dried himself quickly and threw on a purple t-shirt he thrifted with grey joggers and Jordan's. He'd been rocking these same Jordans faithfully since 11th grade.

"Aye, you ready," he called heading to the door. Standing, she was right behind him and he looked at Chris who'd gotten up to come. "Fuck you going, this ain't that kinda party."

"Erik.. it's the caf I gotta go too."

"Leave first then." Ignoring Brit's face, Erik watched Chris roll his eyes, shake his head, and head out. "...What? ...He ain't walking with us." He smacked her ass as she walked through the door. He could get used to that jiggle.

The stroll to the caf was lighter as Erik was able to breathe fresh air, move, and make conversation with one of his new favorite people. He took his time next to her, rubbing his hands together as he plotted in his mind new ways to flirt with her.

"I'm dressed so bummy, I can't wait to get into my own clothes."

"Last night was wild wasn't it," he grinned. He didn't remember it all but he knew he'd had fun.

"YOU were wild last night," she amended. "You know you ran around the party butt naked with a purple dick?!"

"Purple and gold," he corrected. Of course he remembered. He'd planned it while sober. "You got a lil wild too," he smiled side-eyeing her. "I saw you tryna dance.."

"Trying? No, boo. I'm a dancer," she snapped playfully.

"You better at kissing," he smirked leading the way into the caf as she rolled her eyes.

It was inevitable. They couldn't just eat and be alone because people kept coming over to talk to them, separately and together. Erik started to get irritated at the third interruption.. Her line sister came to greet her and wouldn't leave. Erik stared at Brit who glanced back obviously reading his mind and finding it funny.

"What you expect," she smiled watching his annoyance. "Between the two of us we know half the people at this school."

"We need privacy."

"That's what dates are for," she quipped, still smirking.. She was waiting for him to ask her out on one, but for some reason he couldn't bring himself to do it. That was when James from one of Erik's classes approached asking for tutoring.

"Pay me," Erik shrugged. "Guaranteed A if you listen and study like I tell you." It was easy money.

Brit looked at her phone and finished the food on her tray, picking it up as she stood. "I'll get with you, aight? I gotta meet someone for a project."

"Wait, why you leaving?" He frowned looking up for her to sit back down. He wasn't done vibin.

"I just told you and I wanna change my clothes."

He kissed his teeth. "Aight, well, call me."

"When I have time..."

Erik was taken aback. That was already a given, so for her to say it meant she was purposely gonna wait. Why? He decided to give her a little more incentive standing to follow her out. He ain't wanna do what he had planned right in the caf.

"Where you going," her brow raised seeing him behind her in her peripheral vision. He grabbed her waist, turning her to face him before holding her face in his hands and laying a fat kiss on her soft lips that lasted a good moment.

"What was that for," she breathed, looking up with soft eyes.

"Felt like kissing you," he shrugged backing up. "Call me," he pointed heading back to the caf. That should've been good enough to make her call quick, but she didn't and he'd waited lowkey. Everytime someone hit his phone he was annoyed because it was the wrong number. So he called her one afternoon when he was in need of sexual relief.. but according to her she was busy. Aight, fine.. He called her a couple days later getting the same response. That was bullshit and she was lying. What the fuck was going on? She didn't want dick?

After a week passed by with no contact, he decided to pop up on her in the criminal justice building. All it took was to ask around and he found her in a computer lab, sitting in the empty seat beside her at her computer. She kept typing unaware until she looked over and nearly jumped from her skin.

"DON'T DO THAT."

"Why you been ignoring me lately."

"I haven't been ignoring you, I said I was busy."

"Bullshit, you make time for what you want to make time for."

"Why you sweating me so hard? You're not my man. You won't even ask me on a date."

It clicked. "That's what this is about. Look, you want another date, fine."

"Tuh. Not with that attitude," she scoffed. "I can have anyone I want, you better step to me like you know."

Erik's brows rose. Engine RED, that bitch that made him want to work for it was rearing her head.

"Look-"

"Bye Erik," she waved flicking her wrist like he was a damn fly. He was shocked.. but also entertained and strangely turned on. Smirking at her profile as she purposely ignored him, he decided to gone and ask.

"Ms. RED," he whispered laughing silently to himself when she ignored him again. "Fine chocolate ass.." She was gonna make him really be serious. Containing himself, he looked at her, she was still typing.. some assignment. "Aight... Brittany... You're absolutely right and I would love it if you let me enjoy the pleasure of your company this upcoming weekend."

"Where we going?"

"Where you want?"

"Don't ask me that if you don't have money. I'm being gracious by letting you plan it around your price point."

"You right," he spoke honestly. "I'll plan it out and call you with the details."

"Mhm."

He smirked. She definitely knew how to get what she wanted from him. Now he wanted something from her in the meantime.

"Can I kiss you?"

"Go ahead," she mumbled, fingers never ceasing on the keyboard. He leaned forward and kissed her smoothly on the cheek, feeling light.

"What you doing today?"

"I have a date."

"With who?" His eyes widened. He didn't expect that."

"I don't think you know him."

"Try me."

"Habib Eze."

She was right, he didn't know him. Damn. Niggas moved fast. He wondered how many times she'd seen this Habib and if she was dodging him to meet that nigga. She wasn't doing anything wrong.. he just didn't expect it.. nor did he like it. She was serious about these damn dates. "Damn.. well I'll still get at you for this weekend," he said feeling like a simp as he left her.

A thought crossed his mind. He couldn't afford to take her on a million dates, he had shit to pay for. However, if he made her his girl.. he wouldn't have to put up cash so constantly. But if he did that, would he have to be loyal? Would she trip over that? She would. It would get ugly. Dating was out of the question for now.

Crossing campus, Erik met a familiar set of eyes and she double-taked walking in his direction to slide her fingers along his forearm. He recognized her as one of the girls he danced on at the party, but she looked a little more put together now.

"Heey," she smiled leaning into him for a hug before stepping back. "Fun night, when's the next one?"

"Three weeks, gimme your number I'll send you the info." Pulling out his phone, he took her number catching her hints that he could call her for sex as well. He'd have to think about that, but in the meantime she was touching his arm so he flirted back. Then she moved her arm and casually put her hand on his dick. He stared at her like she was crazy but she didn't get the memo. He had to move her hand off. "I'll call you," he nodded walking off. He didn't plan to.

When Brit called it was Thursday and Erik was shocked. He'd just left class. But then she asked him to meet her in the library and he figured it was on some 'using him' shit. He was right. She needed help.

"Hey," she smiled greeting him. "Thanks for meeting with me and I'm willing to compensate you for your time. I know you tutor in multiple subjects and you know a lot about the law. Could you help me with this?" She showed him her assignment and he read the directions, catching where her confusion would be. Sighing, he decided to help her. He had a little time and spent it explaining as much as he could and giving her shit to write down. It wasn't as much time as she'd needed for him to help her finish, but she wasn't dumb she could figure the rest out on her own.

"Erik.."

"Hm?" He was too absorbed in her books to look at her.

"You ever have a girlfriend?"

He paused looking up before closing the book solemnly. "Hell nah.... Why?"

"Forget it."

"You wanna be my girlfriend?" He was stunned.

"No." She looked away and he caught the glimpse of a paper in her bag... it was marked with a 92% in bright red pen. He looked at the book in his hand and dropped it on the table with a sigh.

"What you want from me..."

"I don't want anything from you," she's shrugged but that was a lie.

"You don't need my help." He snatched the graded paper and held it up. "You doing just fine. I'll ask you again... what you want from me? Why you really call me?"

She stood grapping her stuff to pack it up but he took her bag to halt her, commanding eye contact.

"Ain't no Habib," he stated calling her bluff. Her silence was proof. "You be lying," he pointed.

"Because you're an idiot! We been flirting back and forth and it takes all of this for you to ask me out. All those book smarts and you can't think to be honest. So to not waste our time, I sped things up! YOU'RE WELCOME."

Erik stared, understanding it all. Yeah, he was stubborn and always tryna see what he could get... He could've still done without the lying.

"Oh get over yourself," she frowned snatching her bag back and stuffing her books back into it. She stormed off and for a second Erik let her before he decided to give chase. He was able to catch up easily since she hadn't gotten far.

"So this whole time you been plotting on me."

"Worked didn't it." She had no shame as she strutted.

"You know I ain't fucked no one since we started fuckin," he side-eyed. "How the fuck you do that?"

"Voodoo," she smirked causing him to raise a brow before she stopped walking to face him.

"This ass... It's voodoo," she smirked and his face cracked as looked off fighting a smile.

"Lame ass." He walked her back to her place, taking it slow and she asked him about the tutoring session he was missing. He wasn't thinking about them, they could miss one session. He had more pressing matters. Getting Brit into the bed for one. Now that he knew she was lying about another nigga, he knew she was feeling him and feening. He still couldn't see himself dating exclusively, but he could see himself inside of her guts and for now that's what Ms. Engine RED would have to deal with.

The End

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twistedcharismaaa · 4 years

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The Boring are the Most Interesting pt 3 ...

Summary: You have been dealt an unfavorable hand and you’re trying to make the best of it. Maybe your new roommate Trevante can help you with that?

Author’s Note: Hi guys, I don’t have too much to say about this post. I hope you guys enjoy. I love you all, please comment for ya girl. Peace and love.

The tension was so thick that it made the air in the room hard to inhale. Every breath you drew made your throat become dryer and dryer. Your swallowing hardened as you felt the tickle of a trickle of sweat glide down your forehead. You wiped it quickly in hopes that Tia wouldn’t notice.

“It’s not like you to have doctor jitters?” she inquired.

Unfortunately, she did.

“You know how I hate getting introduced to new doctors. They’re always trying to do something entirely different than the last one and I never end up feeling any better,” you responded.

You slowly climbed off of the bed and sat in the empty chair that was located beside Tia. You smiled at her innocently but you were everything but that. Innocent. You were holding a secret that made you feel every bit of guilty. And you knew Tia would have no problem playing judge and jury.

“Hm, well let’s be a little more positive Charisma. Maybe this doctor will know exactly what he’s talking about. And maybe he’ll be cute too.” she joked.

“Damn girl! Here, take my water. You’re sweating up a storm.” she continued.

You hesitantly grabbed the water and eyed it skeptically.

“Tia is this half-empty?” you questioned.

“I was drinking out of it earlier. Girl. it’s fine! I’m your sister!” she yelled.

“And also Rico’s girlfriend. I’ll pass. Maybe they have ice chips in here.” you teased.

Tia rolled her eyes and opened the water for you. It took about two seconds for her motherly instincts to kick in. She clearly saw the state that you were in and insisted for you to take a sip. She didn’t have to mutter another word because her posture said it all. To your disliking, you drank from the water bottle.

“Now, what is it that is really bothering you?” she asked.

“M-my roommate is…”

“Is? Is what C?” she asked impatiently.

“A man. A male. He goes to school and plays on the football team with Rico. His name is Trevante.”

“I’m sorry. What the fuck did you just say?” she screamed at the top of her lungs.

You heard a brief knock at the door and the doctor entered shortly after. He shook your hand and then Tia’s. He introduced himself and thoroughly recapped your long depressing medical history. You named your current medications for him and what you used them for. After about an hour of questions being answered, examinations, and observations he decided his plan of care.

“Unfortunately Ms. Charisma, it seems that your Lupus is active. I think we need to attack this more aggressively. I am strongly suggesting that we start you on cyclophosphamide within the next week.”

“Cyc- how do you say that again?” you quizzed.

“Cyclophosphamide. It is also known as Cytoxan. This drug is used to treat different types of cancer and in your case fight your Lupus-”

Tia grabbed your hand quickly and gave it the tightest squeeze. Her intentions were to calm you if weren’t calm. And if you were calm, she intended to keep you that way.

“So, you’re talking chemotherapy?” Tia asked with an unsteady voice.

“Yes. The dose will not be nearly as high since it is not cancer. But, yes chemotherapy is my plan of action for your sister. I plan to start this immediately. My goal is to have her off of the oxygen machine and to get her stable within the next 4 months. I assure you both that this is something that needs to be done. This actually should’ve been done when Charisma was first diagnosed.” Dr. Jones explained.

“Doctor, we don’t have insurance,” Tia responded as she blinked back tears.

Tia looked at you apologetically.

“Charisma, we don’t have insurance. I couldn’t make the payments,” she said.

For the first time, you saw your rock crumble.

You smiled at her lovingly and grabbed both of her hands.

“It’s ok T. I promise you it is more than ok,” you said warmly.

You instantly pulled her into a hug. You gave everything you had left and transferred it into that hug. She gave you so much and it was time to return everything that you borrowed. It was time to lend your strength, your hope, your love, and your spirit. You said a silent prayer to yourself. You prayed that she could feel you. And most importantly, that she would believe you.

“I love you T.” you whispered in her ear.

You felt her arms wrap around you as you felt her breathing ease.

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Trevante unlocked the door of the apartment, turned on the light, and tossed his keys onto the kitchen counter. He didn’t notice you sleeping soundly on the couch. He went into his room and dropped his book bag in the corner between his bed and his desk. He stretched and sighed. He was physically tired between lengthy classes and difficult football practices. He was always excited to come home after a trying and busy day. Living with you gave him peace of mind and peace of spirit. He liked that you were quiet and reserved. It gave him more time to analyze you. He learned so much about you just from merely watching you. You hated eating first thing in the morning, you loved any and everything fuzzy. Fuzzy socks, fuzzy slippers, fuzzy pajama pants - you name it. He even noticed that you never wore bras when you were home. He loved how your nipples would harden when he would gently brush past you. Your hair always smelled like coconut oil and he discovered that it had to be your favorite product to use on your hair. He thought it was absolutely hilarious watching you try to avoid him as if he didn’t live with you. You were intimated by his presence and he was allured by yours. Trevante kicked off his shoes and took off his shirt and tossed it into the dirty clothes hamper. He walked into the bathroom and decided to take a hot shower.

After his shower, he threw on a white t-shirt, grey sweatpants, and a black durag. He knew that it was his night to cook so he re-entered the kitchen area. A few steps away from the kitchen area was the living space. He finally noticed you sleeping. He chuckled to himself decided to cook a little later since you were sleeping. Before Tre could leave, he heard you groaning in your sleep. He didn’t want to seem like a creep and walk up on you while you were sleeping. But he just wanted to make sure you were ok. He walked lightly towards you and saw streams of tears gliding down your honey brown heart-shaped cheek. You suddenly started gasping for air.

“Charisma. Charisma,” he called out while gently shaking you.

Your gasping began to worsen.

Trevante sat on the floor in front of the couch and caressed your damp cheek.

“It’s just a nightmare. Wake up for me? Please?” he whispered against your cheek.

Your eyes opened and sprung forward. You looked at Trevante with fear and hint of embarrassment. Trevante stroked your arm softly and watched you struggle to gain your composure.

“Want to tell me what that was about baby girl?” he asked.

You sniffled.

“Nothing.” you lied.

He stared at you longingly and waited patiently for the truth.

“I had a doctor’s appointment after my classes today,” you admitted.

“With Dr. Jones right?”

He remembered.

“Yes. Him. It didn’t go very well. I don’t wanna talk about it. At least not now …. Trevante I’m terrified.” you answered while shaking.

Trevante stood over you and smiled.

“Aight, so we won’t talk about it tonight. But tomorrow we will. Come to my room tonight? Let me hold you?” he begged.

“Hold me?” you asked confused.

“I want to hold you Charisma. Will you let me do that?” He pleaded again.

You wiped your face and felt a smile creep across your face. That’s the first smile that you conjured since you received the news.

“Yes, please hold me,” you answered.

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Part 1 Part 2 Part 4

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waterloou · 4 years

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For @riverdalebingo ‘s bingo, coffee shop au

And because I love @s-s-southsideserpentine ‘s oc ruthie and my oc Romeo together I decided why not.

Fair warning: the only thing canon or riverdale about this fic is the town, the Fogarty last name, and the mention of sweet pea. Everything else is not canon. ✨

Fandom: riverdale

Word count: 3142

Pairing: OC X OC

Rating: T (mentions of drinking and smoking)

Romeo Fogarty sighed as he opened up the coffee shop. His boss, Irene, had gone on vacation and left him in charge in the mornings. It wasn’t a big job. His first customer was there as soon as he unlocked the doors, arms stacked with books, backpack bulging, hair mussed and eyes carrying dark circles beneath.

He offered to help her, but she politely declined, dumping her items on the corner table, and approaching the front, eyeing the confections.

“What’ll it be today?” He asked after a few moments. She looked up, slightly startled.

“Uh, chocolate chip bagel? With the largest cup of coffee you have.” She pulled out a few bucks.

He chuckled, “coming right up. Any particular kind of coffee?”

“Surprise me.”

“Alright then. Here’s your total, I’ll bring it to you when it’s done.” She handed him the total and he gave her change, their fingers lightly brushing.

“Thanks” She pocketed the change and went to sit down.

“You look familiar”

“I guess it’s one of those faces.”

“I’ve definitely seen you somewhere. You know the Fogartys?”

“Yeah” she looked at him cautiously, “I’m friends with Dante.”

“Ohhh,” He chuckled, “Ruthie, I remember.”

“Yeah…?”

“I’m his cousin, Romeo. We met a bit ago, not too sure you’d remember.” her shoulders relaxed.

“Oh, I’ve heard about you…”

“Cool…” there was an awkward pause, before the two went back to their tasks. He had remembered Dante complaining about how his coffee always had cinnamon in it.

He added a dash of creamer and sprinkled some cinnamon on top. He plated it with the bagel, cream cheese in a side cup, and set it in front of her.

“Thanks” She took a sip, eyes widening as she looked down at her coffee, “cinnamon?” He shrugged, and walked back to the counter. As the day went on, she stayed at the table, growing more stressed as she mulled over her stacks of work.

Other customers filtered in and out, the shop experiencing different levels of crowdedness.

During low foot traffic, he took his break, grabbing two mugs of coffee and a spare bagel from the cabinet. He dropped them both at her table, “on the house”

“Oh no I couldn’t-“

“On the house” he gave a slight wave, bringing his cup to his lips as he walked outside, soaking up the mid afternoon sun.

Dante Fogarty showed up a few minutes later, nodding a greeting at his cousin, before he entered the store.

The taller man sat down across from his friend, tapping his fingers on the table, “Hey mamas “ he smiled. Ruthie looked up and a wide grin spread across her face.

“You fucker, didn’t tell me you were coming down” she punched his arm lightly.

“I wanted to surprise you. Sweets said school was rough on ya. Gotta check on Fangs anyways.”

“How’d you figure out where I was?”

“Sweets and Romeo said you were here”

“Romeo?” She looked outside,”oh yeah, him”

“You’ve definitely met him before, but you were also definitely high”

Ruthie’s eyes widened, “oh no”

“Oh yes” he chuckled, “it was a wild night”

“Oh god” she ran her hand over her face and groaned. Dante reached for her bagel and took a bite.

“Hey!”

“I haven’t eaten-“

“Get your own-“ he grabbed her coffee and took a sip, before making a disgusted face, “oh fuck why do you like cinnamon in this shit?” He set it back down, taking another bite of her bagel. She yanked it out of his hand and stuffed half of it in her mouth.

“You look ridiculous”

“You shouldn’t steal my food then” she garbled through her full mouth and flipped him off.

“I come here to surprise my best friend and this is the treatment I get?” He raised a brow at her.

“Tomorrow. I’ll hang out tomorrow. I’d love to see you but I need to study. Exams are next week”

“Take a break”

“No, I already have sweets at the Abrejos, my job isn’t until later tonight-“

“Ruthless” he rested a hand on her notes, “take a break”

“You’re not gonna let me get any work done are you-DANTE” he took her computer and a textbook and rushed out the door. She hurriedly shoved her papers in her bag and ran out after him, cussing him out as he laughed.

Romeo watched the two as they grew smaller and smaller, chuckling to himself, before he headed in.

At her table, rested her computer charger, and a few pens and papers. He gathered them up and placed them in his bag. Hopefully she’d come back or he’d just give them to Dante that night.

The next morning, Ruthie came in, looking a little more exhausted than she did the day before, dressed in ripped jeans and an overly large sweatshirt that nearly engulfed her frame.

“You catch Dante?” He asked, getting her bagel and coffee ready.

“Eventually. Man has fuckin stilts for legs. I’ll have-“ he held up his hand.

“Chocolate chip bagel and cinnamon coffee?? Hazelnut creamer?” He paused, “Dante told me how you like it. It’s on the house” he placed them in her hands, their fingers brushing against each other again. His fingers felt all tingly and warm as he pulled them back, a small smile sliding onto his face.

“Thanks” she went back to her table and brought her laptop out. She looked at the food hesitantly, and sniffed the bagel.

“Dante hasn’t been putting you up to this, has he?”

“Why would he make me do his dirty work?” He chuckled, “he’d much rather do that himself”

She nodded, and took a bite.

He reached into his bag and took out what she’d left yesterday.

He placed them on the table in front of her and sat across from her.

“Thanks. Again.”

“It’s nothing. Do you need any help? With anything?” She looked up, her gaze cautious.

“Uh.” She looked at her notes, and then back at him.

“I’m ok” he nodded, and got up.

“I’ll let you know, though”

Ruthie ran her hand through her hair for what felt like the hundredth time during the hour, her brain feeling like static and not absorbing anything. She sighed, and closed her textbook, rubbing her eyes tiredly.

A loud laugh rang through the coffee shop, and Angel Abrejo entered through the door, bumping elbows with Romeo.

Romeo did have a nice smile, and kind eyes, she thought, her eyes lingering on him. He seemed like a nice guy, she rested her chin on her hand.

He made eye contact, and waved, she waved back, and went back to staring blankly at her computer.

Soon, someone sat across from her. She looked up to see him.

“Hey”

He folded his hands together, her eyes resting on them.

“You ok? You seem a little stressed”

“Uh, Yeah, Just. Exams. You know, stressful.”

“Need a break? I was gonna head over to Ignacio’s. Angel can watch your stuff” he nodded to the shorter man waiting for his coffee.

“Uh,” she thought for a moment, “you know what? Sure, that sounds great”

“Awesome” he flashed her a grin before going over to talk to angel, who waved at her.

The two walked down the road, the cold biting at Ruthie’s nose. She shivered and pulled her jacket closer around her. Romeo’s fingers fiddled at the ends of his jacket as he glanced over at her every once in a while.

As they walked into the bodega, they were greeted with a rush of warm air and loud mariachi music.

“Hola Ignacio!”

“Hola! Ah! Romeo!” The small, old man greeted jovially from the front desk. “Aye! Ruthie! Que tal?”

“Good! And you!”

“Bien!” He smiled.

“On me” Romeo whispered, “choose whatever you like”

“I couldn’t-“

“I gotchu, don’t worry bout it” he winked, before heading to the cold section. Ruthie looked around, and grabbed the gummy colas next to her.

Romeo moved past her, jarrito in hand, and grabbed a bag of salt and vinegar chips. She headed to the fridge section and took one of the orange jarritos before heading to the front.

“You ready?” Romeo called, walking up to her.

“Yeah”

“Cool.”

Ignacio smiled and rang them up, slipping Romeo pack of slims ‘for Maria’

“Ignacio, she not into you”

“I just want to treat the woman right!”

“Keep these.” He slid them back

“Aye! I’ll ask CD”

“She’s not gonna accept them from him” he chuckled, taking the bag, “adios!”

The older man grumbled, snatching the pack back.

“How long has he been in love with Maria?” Ruthie asked as they left, uncapping her soda, “a decade now?”

“Dante reckons it’s been longer” he took a long gulp of his soda.

“Yeah” she watched as the condensation of the bottle trickled over the tips of his fingers.

“You like cola candies, huh?” He asked, handing her the bag.

“Yeah” she ripped it open and popped one in her mouth, “shits good.”

“You know, I’ve never tried one.”

“Oh you’ve got to!” She pulled one out and placed it in her hand, her hands tingling after she pulled away.

He chewed it thoughtfully.

“What’s the verdict?”

“Not too bad,” he smiled at her, “definitely fitting”

“How?”

“Unexpected, but nice. Really nice”

They walked back to the coffee shop, this time, taking the longer route. Conversation flowed easier and Ruthie found herself grinning so wide she thought her cheeks would split.

“Man, wish you’d been at more Fogarty parties” she laughed.

“You and me both. Last one wasn’t too bad…”

“Dante told me. I’m so sorry that was your first impression-“

“Nah, you were a great addition to the party. How could I forget that laugh?” He chuckled

“Oh god I probably sounded maniacal”

“It was much needed. The boys were too quiet.”

They got to the shop and he opened the door for her.

Angel was sitting at the table, sipping his coffee and typing something on his phone.

“Aye!” He looked up.

“Finally you’re here. Did you get lost?”

“Distracted”

“Sure, aight” he got up.

“Thanks”

“Nothin to it” he bumped Ruthie’s arm lightly and raised his brows at Romeo. Romeo just shrugged and ruffled his hair.

“Aye! Watch the hair” Angel smacked his hand away and walked out, not before throwing a mock rude gesture, which Romeo discreetly returned back.

“Just lemme know if you need anything, aight?”

Ruthie nodded, “will do”

Ruthie was first at the shop the next day, her coffee and food sitting out for her.

“On the house” Romeo waved her hand away as she tried to give him the total.

“You’re not gonna let me pay again, are you?”

“Any friend of Dante is a friend of mine” he shrugged, “also, new blend, something Irene wanted to try, thought you’d like it” he winked, and went back to setting up the cases.

By the late afternoon, Ruthie was asleep at her table, head resting across an arm that had gone numb awhile ago, hand hanging off the table, and hair everywhere. She felt a light tap on her hand and jolted awake, to see Romeo sitting across from her, orange soda and cola gummies in hand.

“Hmm?” She sat up, her arm feeling tingly as it regained feeling, and her hair sticking to parts of her face via dried drool. She wiped her mouth with a spare napkin and looked over to Romeo, who seemed to be watching her fondly.

“I’ve been informed to tell you you’ve been invited to a Fogarty family dinner, minus abuela and my dad.”

“When is it?” She yawned, scratching her head.

“In about two hours, but you know how busy it’s gonna get” he laughed, setting the snacks down.

“I’ll walk you there. I’ll even carry your books.”

She chuckled, “What a gentleman”

“I try”

On the short walk to the Fogarty house, he shouldered her bag, making light, fun conversation up until they approached the door.

A little girl came running out and hugged her around the legs.

“Daisy!” She lifted the girl up and kissed her cheek.

Dante was out soon after, holding out his arms. Ruthie went to give him a hug, but he plucked his niece out of her grasp.

“You get to see her all the time” she sighed, exasperated as he cradled the little girl to his chest, kissing her hair.

“Daisy likes me best, right daisy?”

“RUTHLESS” she stretched her arms out.

“Aha!” Ruthie took her back, and propped her on her hip, sticking her tongue out at her best friend.

“Is that Ruthie?!” A loud noise came from inside, before a man came rushing out and wrapped her in a tight embrace.

“Hey CD!”

“SQUISH!” Daisy whined

“Romulus if you crush my niece-“ Dante started, before the man backed off.

“Aight aight, no need to pull out the full name”

Romeo snickered.

“Eyyy Romeo!” CD gave him a quick hug before aiming a punch at Dante’s arm and running to hide behind a tired looking Spyder, standing at the door. He nodded his head at Ruthie and she mimicked him, earning a small smile, before he pushed CD in the house.

“Let’s go in before anyone else comes out, or you’ll never enter”

The young adults had wandered to a common hangout spot in the woods, laughing and sharing liquor bottles as blunts and cigs hung lightly between their fingers, the smoke lazily wrapping around their wrists.

They all settled into the beat up leather couches, warn by weather, in merry joy as they reminisced on old memories, and caught up on each other’s lives.

“I’m hungry” CD whined, his stomach groaning.

“Me too, actually” Angel added, leaning back against the couch.

“Who wants to go get food? Nose goes!” CD pressed a wobbly finger to his nose, the rest followed.

“RUTHLESSSSSSSS YOU ARE THE LOSERRRRRRR” He cackled as Ruthie was the last one to press her finger to her nose. She laughed and took a swig from her bottle.

“I’ll go with you” Romeo smiled and got up, holding his hand out for her. She grinned back brilliantly at him and pulled herself up, nearly crashing into him, only to be stopped by a gentle grip on her arms.

“You good?”

“Just wobbly” she giggled, and righted herself.

“All Good now though.” She grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the spot, ignoring the wolf whistles directed at them.

As they walked down the dark road, dimly lit by the stuttering street lights, Ruthie chatted on and on about little things, swinging their connected arms until she stumbled.

He caught her, “You ok?”

She nodded, taking a breath.

“lillllll drunk” Ruthie giggled, leaning against his arm.

“We’ll get you some water and coffee then”

“Mmmm coffee.” She hummed and started swinging their arms again, turning her forehead to rest on his shoulder, “I like coffee”

“I’d hope so, you drink it as much as I do”

“Do you ever get tired of it?”

“Nah”

“Me neither.”

Once they’d gotten their snacks, Ruthie had downed her cup of coffee in two gulps and had moved on to stuffing gummies in her mouth.

On their way back, she’d managed to get through the whole bag and on to her water.

“Slow down, Ruthie” Romeo rested a hand on her shoulder as she gulped down more of her water, “you’re gonna get sick.”

She stopped, and handed him her water, before pulling a hair tie off her wrist and sticking it in her mouth, before pulling her messy hair back, taking the tie, and wrapping it around her ponytail.

“Just in case”

He handed her the water back, their hands brushing against each other. She immediately laced her fingers through his.

“You know, you’ve made studying fun”

“Really?”

“Yeah, you’re really nice. Not many guys are nice without a catch.”

“People deserve to be respected. And my family obviously loves you. My family is yours.”

“Well, maybe something different” she mumbled, too low for him to hear.

“Hmm?”

“Thank you.”

“Let’s get back to the group-“

“Can we stop for a second?” She wobbled slightly, “dizzy”

“Sure”

They moved over to the side of the road, facing the dark field, and sat. Ruthie pressed her forehead against his shoulder again, pressing her eyes shut, her hand still grasping his. She took some deep breaths.

“Do you need me to take you home? I can bring them food after, if you’re not feeling ok.” She squeezed his hand, and nodded.

“Let’s just stay here for a minute.”

“Whatever you need,”

They sat in silence for a while, listening to the sounds of the Southside, peaceful.

“Ok” Ruthie breathed, “I think we’re good” she lifted her head to look at him. Her tired eyes strayed to his lips, before she looked away and got up. He followed suit, and the two walked slowly to the trailer park. She’d let out an occasional giggle and fall back into the chatty mood she was in earlier, talking about anything and everything.

As they got to her door, she threw her arms around him, holding him tight.

“You’re very nice” she mumbled into his shirt. He chuckled, and patted her back. As they pulled away, he tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

“Make sure to drink some water.”

“I know the drill.” She smiled,

“Well, I should be getting back” he pulled out his phone, which vibrates with Dante’s name on the screen.

“See you tomorrow?”

“I have my test.”

“Then stop by the shop, I’ll make something special to celebrate”

“Sounds like a plan”

“Get some good rest, best of luck!” He waved before answering the phone, holding it away as a booming voice sounded from it.

“Aye! Calmate, she wasn’t feelin good so I brought her home-yes I’m comin back-yes I have the food-ach-Stop whinin”

She watched him until he turned the corner, before she went inside.

The next day, around mid afternoon, Ruthie walked into the coffeeshop, looking less stressed, the dark circles under her eyes a little lighter, and her curls lively.

“You look nice” Romeo smiled, leaning against the counter, “How’d it go?”

“Better than expected...so, I was promised something special?”

“Ahh, yes” he pulled out a bag of snickerdoodles, chocolate chip bagel, and a large coffee cup.

“Cinnamon coffee with hazelnut creamer, a bagel, and Abuela’s famous snickerdoodles” he set them in front of her before looking around for his boss, “on the house” he leaned in, whispering with a wink.

“Thank you.”

“You worked hard, you earned it”

As he was about to turn away, Ruthie placed a hand on his arm.

“Wait,”

“Yeah?”

“You free tomorrow?”

His face split into a big grin, and she could feel hers doing the same.

“What did you have in mind?”

#riverdale oc #oc: ruthie soh peterson #oc: romeo fogarty #my oc #court oc #riverdale fic #coffeeshop au #riverdale bingo #riverdale #sweet pea #fangs fogarty #spyder del rio #romulus cd rhodes #romeo x ruthie #romie #dante fogarty #daisy cariña #angel abrejo #write

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mimymomo · 4 years

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Orphydice Weathering With You AU Part 2

I’m just gonna get straight to it!

...

Eurydice’s standing outside the backdoor of the bar. The alleyway is barely lit under the cloudy sky. She’s holding a bag filled with cheap snacks, deli sandwiches, and chips she bought at the store.

And she’s nervous af

What was she doing here? She was in an alleyway behind a bar where she’s supposed to be meeting a boy she barely knows (a cute boy sure) who can also control the weather?!

“Hello, Eurydice!” The girl jumps as she notices the backdoor she’s been staring at is wide open and being held by the boy plaguing her brain. “H-hey, Orpheus.”

The boy leads her inside and up the stairs to the house section of the mixed-use building. He and Mr. Hermes live above the bar. Once they reach his room, Eurydice holds out the bag she’s been gripping, “I bought these. Sorry I didn’t know what you like so-” “No, no this perfect! Thank you Eurydice,” he smiled causing the girl to unwillingly blush. Wth was wrong with her today??

Orpheus pulls her into the kitchen/living room hybrid and starts prepping their lunch while Eurydice looks around. There are pictures on shelves and on the walls of Orpheus in varying ages. Baby, a toddler with baby food painted across his mouth, cheeks, chubby fingers and even forehead? A picture of him standing outside of a classroom holding a sign that said “first day of kindergarten,” school photos, photos of him playing a guitar, writing, at the bar, nearly every picture is of him smiling. She even sees photos of a familiar man she can’t put a name on and...Persephone and Hades? She has to ask Orpheus about that.

Then she sees something. Eurydice reaches out to grab a frame that’s been knocked over and hidden, facing photo down. Carefully flipping it over, it’s an old photograph, the corners bent and worn with some discoloration from the years. It a picture of a woman holding a months old child. She’s smiling but eleven from the photo Eurydice can tell it’s not genuine. The baby is staring at someone, not looking directly at the camera. It must be Orpheus but who was the woman?

“That’s my mother.” Eurydice whips around to see Orpheus, smiling slightly but there’s a trace of sadness behind his expression. “My dad left before I was born and that sent my mom into a downward spiral. She never wanted a kid, especially not one who was...“difficult to raise,” he emphasized with air quotes. “So she left me with Mr. Hermes when I was about 5 months. That’s the last pic we have of her and me together.”

Eurydice didn’t know what to say, she knew that Orpheus didn’t live with his mother but that was... “I’m sorry Orpheus.” Orpheus shakes his head, “no it’s fine. I think it worked out for the better. I love Mr. Hermes and my family and life here.” He said all that with a smile, no sadness to be found. “Do you have any family Eurydice?” Caught off-guard by the question, Eurydice ponders what to say. “No, no I don’t.”

The two eat and Eurydice pitches the idea she originally came to discuss: starting a partnership with Orpheus. “You want me to start changing the weather for money?” Orpheus is extremely hesitant at first because it doesn’t seem right to charge money for it but Eurydice convinces him (it will help him raise money for Hermes/expenses, spread joy for others she will handle the business part and all he has to do his the singing/weather changing). The two come to an agreement and even upload an ad on Craigslist for their services.

As they’re finishing up Mr. Hermes comes up and asks them what they’re doing. Eurydice finally figures out where she recognized the man from- she met him at Seph’s shop. “You’re Mr. Hermes?” she screams, less at Hermes and more at her own stupidity for not putting two and two together.

Suddenly a notification for their Craigslist ad pops up: someone hired them to clear the weather for an upcoming farmers market. Said farmers market is tomorrow.

“We already got an offer?! Eurydice I don’t think I can do this!” “Orpheus, you’ll be fine! I’ll be there with you tomorrow.” “It’s tomorrow?? Please let there be clear weather tomorrow...” “What would be the point of us showing up if the weather is already clear?!”

The next day, Orpheus is a mess. Eurydice brings him gloves with hand warmers in them, an umbrella she scribbled music notes in sharpie on and a thermos of hot tea. Orpheus appreciates the gesture (sure he cant use the close with he plays, nor hold the umbrella but the gesture is sweet all the same)

When they get to the market and set up, the rain is pouring furiously. Orpheus is shaking, partially from the cold, but mostly from nerves. He’s under an awning away from the crowd and mostly our if the rain but Eurydice still covers him with the umbrella as a precaution. His fingers are shaking as he starts playing, constantly stopping to tune the ancient guitar.

The runner of the market is not amused (it was one of his workers who hired these children). He tries to tell Eurydice and Orpheus to go home but Eurydice convinces him to wait. Orpheus begins his song, “la, la la la, la la la~ la, la la la, la la la~”

As he performs, the rain slowly comes to a stop, the clouds parting to reveal a beautiful crystal blue sky. The golden sun coming out to say hello. Murmurs from all around can be heard, fingers pointing to the sky, people shocked by the return of the sun.

The man is shocked and ends up paying the kids double than what they charged for proving him wrong. “You got a gift kid, voice ain’t half bad either.”

For the next month, the two get job, after job, after job. The run around the whole city and sometimes even further out, clearing the sky, for birthday parties, weddings, competitions, even for a daycares field trip to the park. Orpheus is never a stickler for payments (he did the daycare job for $20 (the teacher forced him to take it) and a bunch of stickers and snacks).

Orpheus and Eurydice get closer and closer through their job and all the travels they do (they both have crushes on each other but they’re teens. They stupid with love). Seph teases her for how much she hangs out with Orpheus (“I’m losing my apprentice to my cute nephew!”) while Hades gets more annoyed than anything (he misses her and all the stuff she does around the house. She makes hades and Seph ultimately get along better).

One of their biggest jobs is to clear the sky for a 4th of July firework show. Since they are hired by the event coordinators, the two have to dress up. Eurydice shows up in her black dress, Seph had got it tailored to fix any holes, tarnished hems, and other rips. While Eurydice talks with a few event workers, Orpheus shows up.

He looks absolutely adorable. Still, in his suspenders, he replaced his cream shirt and signature bandana for a white button-up with a red bow tie. His pant legs are rolled up to reveal red socks and fancy shoes.

Orpheus performs and the sky clears. The firework show goes off without a hitch. The event planners let Eurydice and Orpheus have a private area to watch the show as a thank you.

“It’s beautiful. I’ve never seen fireworks in person before,” Eurydice says. “Yeah, Mr. Hermes and Aunt Seph used to take me to watch these fireworks how’s for my birthday when I was younger. Haven’t been able to in years since Hermes has gotten sicker and Aunt Seph and Hades haven’t been getting along as well...”

Eurydice grabs his hand, “Orpheus when is your birthday?” “Oh,” Orpheus pauses for a second, “next week? 4 days to be exact.” “Oh my birthday is before yours,” Eurydice says.

“Wait, how old are you?” Orpheus asks. “I’m...1...8...” Eurydice says slowly. ‘You liar!’

“You don’t look 18,” Orpheus unintentionally counters. “You saying I’m lying?” Eurydice smirks. ‘You are!’ “No! I just meant you look young.”

“How old will you be next week Orpheus?” “Oh, um...17.”

‘Shit he’s actually older than me!’ Eurydice thinks to herself. Then sit there the rest do the night watching the fireworks but in all honesty, more time was spent between the two staring at each other secretly then actually watching the colorful display in the sky.

Over the next few days, Eurydice tries to figure out what to give Orpheus as a present. She tried asking Persephone and Hades but...they were absolutely no help. Then she tries Hermes. While Orpheus is busy, she slyly tries to question Hermes on what Orpheus would want for his birthday.

“So girl, how many secret jobs do you two have left?” Hermes asked while wiping some glasses. “Just one more next week, the day before Orpheus’ birthday actually.” “Really now?” “Yeah, since the job offers have been getting kinda overwhelming we decided to take one more offer then go on a break.”

Hermes nods and goes back to work. Perfect opportunity! “Speaking of Orpheus’ birthday-”

“You love him, don’t you girl?”

Eurydice then proceeds to freak the eff out. “What?? No! No, no! I mean, he is very cute and a talented musician and I love to hear him perform or laugh...or when he turns pink after cracking a joke. But I just wanted to think of a birthday present NOT BECAUSE I LIKE HIM OR ANYTHING! Just for a friend! Yeah, a friend...what the hell is wrong with me?”

Hermes smiles at the girl, “Eurydice.” The girl shuts up immediately. ��I’ve been watching over that boy since he could talk. And I can tell you he would love whatever you’d give him. Even if you decided to give him nothing but a hug or a few sweet words. He would treasure it all. But I can tell that this goes deeper than you just wanting to surprise a friend with a present.”

Eurydice’s quiet, she knows he’s right but she wasn’t planning on be confronted on it today. “I... I like him...?” She raises the end like a question. Making sure that it’s okay.

Hermes nods, “aight, I give you my blessing.” Eurydice’s chest lightens. “Now about that gift idea...”

...

“Stop running!”

“Shit!” the man runs for his life. He hadn’t done anything wrong but with police, it never was innocent until proven guilty. It was guilty until proven innocent.

He ran down the slick streets, nearly falling as he turned the corner down a backstreet.

Suddenly he was corned by three detectives from the downtown police department. “Wait officers, I didn’t do nothing!” the man tries to reason with them.

“We know,” one says. “What?” the man asks. They hold out their badges: Detectives Atropos, Clotho, and Lachesis.

“We tried to tell you that but you just went and started running,” detective Clotho said with an amused attitude.

“Are you the guy in this video?” detective Lachesis held out her ooh one displaying a shoddy video of surveillance footage of the night a month ago when a girl fired a shot that nearly blew his head off.

“Hell, that kid nearly shot me in the fucking face!”

“She’s apart of a missing child’s case,” detective Atropos states, not acknowledging what the witness just said. “Parents filed her as a runaway. She also may have possession of an illegal stolen firearm. A firearm that actually looks eerily similar to one that went missing from a previous unrelated case that wasn’t solved a few weeks before this incident.

“We need to find the girl. Have you seen her around?”

...

Seph is working at her Anthomania. The rain is drizzling once again and the streets are starting to flood. She’s arranging an order when an older woman steps through the door.

“Welcome in!”

“It’s really pouring out there ain’t it?” the woman asks. “Sure is,” Seph agrees. “Kinda frightening.”

“Frightening? Child ain’t nothing but a lil’ rain. The world was covered with water before humans were got involved. It’s all just a cycle. Reminds me of a story I dudes to hear as a child though.” Seph silently encourages her to continue. It’s a slow day, one old tale can’t harm her.

“There used to be ones that could control the weather. Children of the earth and sky, chosen to bring balance to nature. By their voices alone, they could end storms and disasters. Blessed beings they were. But they were also cursed with a heavy and heartbreaking burden. Those poor children.”

Seph back straightens, a chill running up her spine. Dread pooling in her stomach. “What kind of burden? What happened to those kids?”

The old woman gazes up at Persephone, “death.”

#hadestown #orphydice #I had to make this part super long or this au would be like 5/6 parts long #this au is for me so sorry everyone else

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sevngmin · 5 years

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dreams of dreams

synopsis: what happens when two broke college students live together, out of their own will?

a/n: a spinoff from @changbeanie ‘s hyunjin au, do give it a read<3 also, this took quite a while as i had school too,,, rip

genre: fluff, lowkey enemies-to-lovers!au but not rlly, college!au based off The Last Summer on Netflix

listen to: Bloom-Troye Sivan

member: jisung

word count: 3,554

[0830]

College.

You were prepared for the monotonous lecturers, back-to-back assignment deadlines and dreaded 9am classes. Even better, your best friend introduced you(or rather, helped you to find) an apartment right beside hers and a cute roommate. Everything seemed so well planned out. You were a broke media and communications major, and you basically blew almost all of your life savings on the latest MacBook Pro your school made you buy before you started the school term.

Luckily, your parents offered to pay your school fees and rent, on top of giving you a weekly allowance. You couldn’t ask for more, in fact, you had more than what you asked for. You were grateful, to say the least.

However, you wished you had more patience for untidy people, especially your roommate, Han Jisung.

You didn’t expect much from Jisung, in fact, you did not even expect anything from a friend of a friend. You thought he was just a shy, cute, introverted music production major that would at least, have the courtesy to clean up his dirty clothes strewn on the floor for whatever reason.

You weren’t that much of a clean freak, to be honest. You yourself wasn’t the cleanest of people but you’d at least clean up once every 2 days or so.

Jisung... not really.

You have lived with him for about 2 months or so and became good friends with him. You would be damned, Jisung was almost the embodiment of boyfriend, kind eyes, soft, plump lips, not very tall but still tall enough to tower over you, a good sense of humour, good at his major, probably enough life savings to last him till the workforce, and more traits you couldn’t think of because he was that perfect.

Almost, you would stress. Because of his untidiness, which was the cause of 80% of the accidents you encountered ever since you moved into the apartment with him. You have screeched at the boy countless times for his untidiness, which, your friend had warned you about but didn’t take into consideration as you had more than what you can ask for.

You really didn’t expect Jisung to be that messy.

“Han Jisung!” You screamed at the top of your lungs, as you picked up the what seemed like the 5th article of clothing that wasn’t yours.

“Ah, so there it was!” Jisung’s face lightened up as he saw the t-shirt you were holding, only to be disappointed when you tossed it into the laundry basket before he could even reach for it.

“You have no idea,” You seethed, “How many times I nearly fell to my death because of your clothes, Han Jisung.”

“I told you I’ll clean it up!” Jisung argued, now picking up his own clothes, “It wasn’t that long anyway.”

You sighed in exasperation, pinching your nose bridge, “Yeah, a week wasn’t that long for me to fall on my butt countless times.”

“Then why are you wearing my clothes?” Jisung retorted, pointing at the dark purple hoodie that was indeed, way too oversized for your petite figure.

Your face reddens, then you cleared your throat, “I might have stolen it but-- that’s not the point! You should clean up like, once every two days or something.”

“I’m busy!”

“So am I!”

“I’ll treat you to fried dumplings later.” Jisung proposed, which made your eyes light up with excitement.

“At the one near our school?” You nearly drooled at the thought of your favourite fried dumplings, blinking your eyes.

“Yes, now eat your breakfast, we’re almost late.” Jisung pushed you to the breakfast table which had two bowls of cereal, ready to eat.

You could never get angry at Jisung for long, especially when he knew the way to forgiveness was through your stomach.

[1630]

you: hey

messy brat: what’s up

messy brat: i swear if you ditch on us again im not buying you food anymore

you: yeah but this time i really have a project to complete,,, like actually

messy brat: what project is it

you: come over to the video editing studio then

messy brat: aight

“Thanks for helping me out,” you thanked Hyunjin as you took off your headphones, hanging them on the video camera, “media and communications isn’t that fun after all, huh.”

“You learn a little bit of everything so I guess that would be helpful in the future,” Hyunjin smoothened out his shirt, slouching into the seat, “I guess that’s a more stable future than dancing.”

Just then, the heavy door of the video editing room opened, revealing a lethargic Jisung, auburn hair messily covered with a bucket hat, airpods snugly stuck into his ears. Today was one of the days he decided to dress up, with a white button up short sleeved shirt and black bermudas. You have seen this many times; in the apartment where he would lazily throw off his shoes somewhere in the nirvana of the shoe closet, then plopping himself face-first on the sofa. Then you would nag at him to shower before he falls asleep on the couch and then forgets to do his assignments. But he always manages to hustle his work right before class starts and get an A. You didn’t know how, but he still does.

Weirdly, today your heart raced fast, aching a little at the sight of your tired roommate. He must’ve sat through a 3-hour lecture which he had absolutely no interest in, and then rush over to you, looking forward to eating dumplings but instead ending up at the most desolate end of the campus.

“That was fast,” You noted, ignoring your racing heart, “and yeah, I’m doing some video thing for my project.”

“Hey,” Jisung greeted Hyunjin, who suspiciously eyed the both of you but left the studio quietly, “When is it due?”

“Next week,” You sighed as you leaned onto the creaky revolving chair your school never replaced at the editing station, “I even have to use two software for this. Premiere Pro and ProTools. Premiere Pro is fine but ProTools’ such a pain, like, I accidentally keep deleting parts that I need, then record them again.”

Jisung took his seat beside you on another creaky revolving chair, then with a few clicks of the mouse, your audio track was in one beautiful piece, running smoothly with no awkward cuts or dead air.

“H-how...” You scratched your head, still in awe of how Jisung could get your job done in supposedly 3 minutes when you couldn’t even get it properly done in 3 hours.

“ProTools can be pretty intimidating if you’re not using it regularly,” Jisung explains, helping you add in more of the audio tracks that you were going to get to, “Once you get the hang of it, it’s almost like your best friend.”

You nodded mindlessly, only registering half of whatever Jisung was saying. You just didn’t get it, some people are naturally talented, cute, good talkers, or all of them. Jisung was one of them, (annoyingly)talented at seemingly everything he touches. You shook your head, getting those thoughts out of your head. Crushing on your roommate was not going to do you any good, in fact, it will only make it more awkward when both of you practically live in the same space.

“I kinda need an intro, outro and background song for the video...” You bit your lip, “Could you help me with that?”

“I do have a few tracks I made when I was bored, but I need to make one more suitable one for your background music.” Jisung tapped his chin, slightly immersing himself in his thoughts, “Give me two days, tops. I’ll bring it over here and help you edit it in.”

“Really?” You really didn’t expect Jisung to help, sending him a sincere smile, “Thanks Jisung, it means a lot.”

“Woah, where did the dorm y/n go?” Jisung joked, raising his eyebrows, “You’re really different when you’re in school.”

“That’s only because you don’t clean up.” You stuck your tongue out, walking over to the video recorder. “I need you in my interview too. You’re the one person I need to complete the video and I’m good to edit the whole thing.”

“Don’t forget to thank me when you get a 4.0 on this module,” Jisung nudged you playfully, taking his seat behind the camera. “I’m ready.”

“Ready, 3, 2, 1, action!”

Hello Jisung, thank you for agreeing to this interview. For the viewers of this programme, can you introduce yourself briefly?

Hello, I am Han Jisung, a music production major.

So Jisung, have you had any childhood crushes?

I did, there was this girl who was my partner in kindergarten and we would always sit together at lunch. We would hold hands and make our way to the canteen, and play with toys together during playtime. I never saw her again after kindergarten though, we went to different schools after that.

Have you dated before?

Yes, I have, but it was only with 1-2 girls. We barely dated for a week and then we broke up. Our interests didn’t align I guess. I studied pretty hard back in high school to be a music production major in this college, hence I had no time to date around or develop a crush on anyone at that point in time. So far in college, I haven’t dated though.

Do you have a crush right now? If so, do describe her briefly.

I do. She’s nice, pretty and caring. She’s also very hard working and very driven. Sometimes she does tell me off too much but that’s for my own good so I can’t really fault her with that. She’s also good at her major, even though sometimes she stresses herself out too much over it. I wished she feels the same though because it would be really awkward for us if I made the move and she doesn’t reciprocate.

Care to explain?

We... are in this point of friendship where it can either end badly or well. By ending well I mean, we would end up dating or eventually being a thing. By ending bad... she might not talk to me for the rest of the time we’re friends or.. not even friends anymore.

Thank you for agreeing to this interview. Would you like to leave a few words for your crush and the viewers?

For the viewers, don’t be afraid to like someone. It’s normal and people have feelings. Don’t be a home wrecker though. That’s bad. As for my crush... I’m not sure if she’ll see this but I hope that she’s eating well and sleeping well. Assignment deadlines are coming and I don’t want her to stress out so much. Also, I’m not sure when I’ll confess to her about my feelings but I’ll accept whatever choice she makes.

[2230]

“Who’s that lucky girl?” You teased Jisung, taking out your airpods momentarily, “Your crush.”

Jisung shrugged, tapping away on his laptop, “I could be lying for all you know.”

You threw a pillow at Jisung, “You’re not supposed to lie! I’ll make you record the whole thing again if you really lied.”

“Okay, I didn’t” Jisung defended himself with his arms in the air in defeat, “I’m not telling you. Crushes are supposed to be a secret.”

You threw your head backwards in laughter, “What are you? 8? We don’t pull this kind of crap anymore.”

“Just focus on editing, miss y/n,” Jisung mock glared at you, “It’s due next week and all you care about is the identity of my crush? How boring must’ve my interview been.”

“It’s actually one of the more interesting ones,” You commented, trimming the unwanted parts of the interview, like Jisung mocking you, putting his face too close to the camera for no reason, and him tripping over his words. Cute, but your lecturer would think of it as unprofessional. “I just need to cut out your stupid antics. What a waste of my memory on my hard drive.”

“You could’ve just put it in the bloopers,” Jisung muttered, “Also, I’m done with your music.”

You scooted over to sit beside Jisung, sharing one of his airpods as the music played, he somehow knew what you wanted, just the perfect vibe of the song that fitted your interviews. Your cheeks blushed slightly at the proximity of the both of you, laptops on your laps and old comforter draped lazily over your legs. You were so close, you could smell the remnants of cologne Jisung sprayed on this morning. He smelled of warm cotton, in addition to the calming music Jisung made for the background music, lulling you to slumber within a few minutes.

“How is it? Do you--” Jisung sat up excitedly, expecting a response from you, but only to see your eyes shut, head nestled ever so slightly on his chest. He smiled to himself, then gently draping over the comforter over your body. Jisung tucked a stray hair behind your ear, taking in your peaceful and steady breathing.

As he inched closer, he wanted to know how your lips still remained pink even after removing your makeup(not like you needed any, he thought to himself, you were even more beautiful without it), and how they would feel on his.

Before he could place his lips on yours, he snapped out of his sleepy reverie and shifted to a more comfortable position for you, sighing to himself,

“Goodnight and sweet dreams, my dear crush.”

[1130]

There you were, seated in the video editing studio again, trying to add a few finishing touches to your assignment. Everything was going well, until Protools decided to crash on you, letting all your efforts thus far of editing audio go to waste.

You buried your face in your palm for what seemed like the 10th time, trying to compose yourself. At times like this, you would very much appreciate Jisung’s help.

As if Jisung heard your thoughts, the boy busted through the door, this time with two cups of iced coffee, “I ended early, so I figured if I could help out before you submit your assignment.”

“Thanks, Jisung,” You accepted the iced coffee gratefully, giving your roommate a side hug, “Protools crashed on me again. Also, I have some problem with the mic. The levels don’t seem to be right and I have to submit this in 4 hours please help me I’m panicking.”

“Woah okay, chill,” Jisung settled his drink and backpack down, taking his seat beside you and putting his arm on the back of your seat, “Before you start recording, check the gain and buttons on the console. Maybe someone was trying to be a bitch and messed with them. Also, how many times did I tell you to save your session after every change? Protools isn’t always ‘healthy’ you know? Protools will crash at times too.”

Jisung started to notice the worry traced on your face, then scooted closer to you and held your hands in his, “I know the deadline’s in a few days, but I just wanted to tell you that you’re actually doing so so good? Even for someone who doesn’t major in music production. I’m sure your file isn’t lost somewhere, we can retrieve it. And I’m here to help you too, hmm? I’m pretty sure your classmates don’t have a ‘music major friend’ privilege.”

Your face started to redden, not only at Jisung’s words but also the proximity, he was so close, if you were a little closer you would kiss him right there and then. The video editing studio didn’t seem so cold anymore, but rather warm with the body heat the both of you were radiating at this very moment.

Too close... to remain friends?

You pulled away from Jisung, eyes avoiding his, “Y-yeah... sure. The stress just got to my head so I kinda took it out on you, sorry.”

“It’s fine, we all get stressed sometimes.” Jisung grabs the mouse and like before, your work was recovered in just a few clicks, “I got it back. Your clip seems fine, I think it’s good to go.”

“Wow um, thanks Jisung.” You really had no idea what to say other than “thank you” to Jisung, he had been more than of what you could ask for throughout your editing process, also being especially nice and patient when explaining technical terms to you. Now all that’s left to do is to confess to him, but you were scared to ruin the precious friendship the both of you shared thus far.

Too close... to ruin it all.

“Don’t you have some showcase thing?” Jisung comments as he saves the project, dropping it into your hard drive, “I heard from Felix that you guys have it.”

“I was just about to ask you,” You crossed your legs on the chair, facing Jisung, “I’d want you to come to the showcase.”

Jisung pauses, as light pink dusted his cheeks, “M-me?”

“Who else?” You smiled, looking around, “Unless there’s another Jisung that I don’t know about...”

“H-hey don’t scare me like that,” Jisung stutters, bringing his attention back to the desktop, “It’s not funny.”

“I’m kidding, friend.” You joked, taking a sip of the slightly diluted iced coffee.

“Friend?” Jisung turned his head, tilting to one side, hurt ever so slightly cast in his eyes.

You couldn’t read that expression, confused, tilting your head like his, “What about it?”

“Nothing.” Jisung shook his head, removing the hard drive, handing it to you.

Little did you know, hidden inside Jisung’s backpack was a mini bouquet of your favourite dried flowers.

[2145]

As the end credits rolled around, you sensed an invisible weight being lifted off your shoulders, many sleepless nights worth of edits was indeed, worth it. Not to mention that Jisung probably pulled those all-nighters with you too, alongside completing his own work or even music for your project.

You were complimented with many praises from your classmates, some grumbling that they wouldn’t get their 4.0 thanks to you, also from the other tutors in the lecture theatre. You were so glad that your efforts paid off, and you would score a decent grade in at least one of the modules, for the first time in a while.

Your eyes followed Jisung despite being overwhelmed with people after the showcase, the boy patiently waiting at the foot of the podium for you. He changed out of his usual t-shirt you saw him this morning, to a ralph lauren plain sky blue dress shirt and dark blue calvin klein jeans. You knew Jisung owned a few dress shirts and saw him in them multiple times, but you knew exactly what it was that made him look extra handsome this time around.

It wasn’t the brand, but rather your crush on him that painted him in a very different light as compared to the past.

And you were prepared to tell him.

“I think you’re ready for Hollywood,” Jisung joked as he made shy strides towards you, hands snugly tucked in his pockets, “that video was really well made.”

‘Thank you, J.One,” You teased back, him grimacing at your joke, “your music made the video a whole lot better. I really do owe you one, Jisung.”

“Well, then before we go for fried dumplings,” Jisung reached into his backpack, handing you a small bouquet of your favourite dried flowers, “Here’s for my roommate, future filmmaker extraordinaire.”

You gasped, taking the bouquet in your hands, “Jisung! You really shouldn’t have. Thank you so much.”

“It was meant to be for something else,” Jisung eyed the bouquet warily, “but since you wanted to stay friends, it's a congratulation gift now.”

“What? Stay friends?” You stared at your roommate in confusion.

“I like you, y/n.” Jisung confessed, “I wanted to confess with that bouquet of flowers back in the editing studio but you called me a friend so I thought... you wanted to stay friends and nothing more.”

Jisung smiles sadly to himself, then looking back at you, “I just thought I would make myself clear before... you potentially hate me. I’ll respect your decision! If you don’t like me back... I’m fine with it. As long as you are happy--”

You interrupted Jisung by gently placing your lips on his, your hands ever so slightly crumpling the dress shirt he actually bothered to wash this morning. You pulled away, only to be pulled back by Jisung, lips now moving to deepen the kiss he waited for so long. You nearly melted in his arms, head dizzy with euphoria as your lips locked with his every fleeting moment. The boy gently pulled away, tucking a stray hair behind your ear, “Does this mean you like me too?”

You planted a kiss on Jisung’s slightly swollen lips again, smiling to your new boyfriend, “Yes, I like you too, Jisung.”

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laketaj24 · 6 years

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Mended II: Erik Killmonger

A/N: Happy Thirst 💦👅 Day. I had plans to write more and start my queue but I didn’t get a chance to lol. Major shout out to @slimmiyagi for the inspiration!! I hope you enjoy and stay hydrated this Thirst Day lol. Let me know what you think!! BP taglist is open btw!

Mended I

Warnings: Jealously Kink, Daddy kink, NSFW

“Aight boys! Be good. Don’t call these people colonizers.” Erik playfully pushes their heads and they walk into the auditorium greeting their friends. Erik touches your hand rubbing his thumb over your palm. “Man, they are fucking kindergarten.”

You pinch his arm noticing the little white girl staring at him with a gaped mouth. ‘This is a school.” You nearly laugh. “and yes, they are so grown.” You two walk down the hall holding hands talking about the plans for the day since you were both off.

“Y/N!” Maurice Hopson, your former trainer and the boys new PE coach walks up to you with a beaming smile. He had helped you get it together after you split and for a minute you two had started to talk. He always fed you and the conversations were dope, but there was nothing there for him physically. It meant Erik had you whipped indefinitely because there was an attraction to his physique, but you couldn’t even fuck him.

Erik stills giving you a side eye as you walk over to Maurice giving him a hug. “I see you decided to stay.”

“Yeah, I can’t leave Cali. Plus, I love the kids.” He smiles. “How are the boys? They have a good summer?”

“Yes, they got on my nerves half of it but they enjoyed it.” You chuckle. Your face teems with the slight memory of his lips and how soft they had been for the moment you two had tried. “What about your summer?”

“It’s gone well.” He pauses noticing Erik cutting daggers into him. “Hey! How are you!” he extends his hand and Erik doesn’t shake it staring at him. “Nice to meet you too.” Maurice laughs awkwardly.

I clear my throat. “This is Erik, he’s the twins’ father.” I pause and try to think of what he is to me, ex-husband maybe new boyfriend. “And my boyfriend.” I say instantly regretting the word.

“Pleasure to meet you, I can definitely see the resemblance. Your kids are wonderful man, the intelligence on them is amazing.”

“Yeah.” Erik clears his throat, his arms flexing from the tension. “How you know them if they just started this school, today?” The question was directed to Maurice, but you could feel Erik seething as he asked.

“Oh my god.” You say shaking your head. “We have some people to meet up with Maurice, I hate to keep them waiting. But it was good to see you.” You push through the hallway heading to the car and Erik is walking slow. There is no telling what is going through that overdramatic ass mind of his.

“So, how the fuck you know this nigga huh?”

“Are we going to meet T’Challa for breakfast or are we going home to fight? I really want some damn eggs.”

“I just asked you a simple question ma. How?”

“We dated for a few months. Nothing really happened between us but the boys enjoyed him, he had a little girl and they played a lot. There is your story Erik. I already told you that I didn’t fuck nobody else. Why is this a big deal?”

“It’s not. My bad. Fuck I said something.” He says giving in.

For the first time Erik had finally done something right no fights with you, though he wanted to argue sometimes. He hadn’t moved back in, no you weren’t there yet at all with him, but he had started trying and that meant maybe this whole thing might work. Erik lifts the weights like it’s nothing flexing his muscles doing that sexy ass grunt that made you clench your thighs together. You try not to watch jogging on the treadmill. The last thing you needed was a fall.

Erik knew what the deal was though, eyeing you slickly and biting those full lips. You turn on your workout playlist hoping to drown out his sexiness and charge full speed ahead. You just needed to get one more mile out the workout.

“Damn.” The deep voice says loud enough to catch your attention. Maurice, steps onto the treadmill next to you.

Maurice playfully takes the earbud from your ear. “Y/N! What are you doing here? You stopped training months ago.” He touches your shoulder lightly.

“I decided to head back, just cardio for now and then maybe some weights eventually. How have you been Maurice?” He smiles, and you can literally feel the heat radiating from your face as you look at him. Your eyes wonder to his large defined muscles and the way he flexes even on small actions. His skin was dark, like mahogany and his thick beard only accentuated how fucking sexy smile.

“I’ve been well. I started a new weight loss program with the gym and they hired me as the head cardio trainer officially a month ago. So no after school I’m working here. I wanted to text you and fill you in about it, but you hadn’t responded lately.” He pauses his hand grazes your cheek and reflexes kick in and he steps back.

One month ago, Erik had reentered your life. Your heart sinks as you look up to the weight center and he has left, and you knew he was coming, somewhere. You look around and he’s gone. Great. “Yeah, things have changed a little Maurice. Kids are back to school and I just have been super busy trying to be mommy and work.”

“And your new old boyfriend.” He laughs. “I won’t keep you long, I have that spin class and boxing in a few. Stop by and sign up for one.”

“I will. Thank you, Maurice.” He leaves, and you check your phone hoping for a message from Erik but nothing. You finish out the half mile that you had left. He hadn’t answered your texts, but you see his car is still parked so you were fine. No worries.

Erik pulls you into the men’s locker room placing your back against the cold blue lockers. You whimper looking up at him. “Erik, this is the men’s locker room. I know you see that sign.” You point to the sign above your heads.

“Does it look like I care about them damn rules? What you and your boyfriend out there talking about?” He shakes is head leaning in over you. His lips ghost your jaw and then his nose grazes your cheek. “Hmm? Look like the conversation was fucking interesting. He touched your cheek and all that shit knowing that I was in here. He didn’t really give a fuck.” His moves are intentional, his legs spreads your thighs. “So, I mean you want him?”

“No, Erik you know damn w…”

“I’m just asking ma, you think he can give you something that I can’t?”

“I didn’t say that. Erik. You give me enough.” You smirk at him. Don’t you think?”

“Yeah, yeah.” He smirks back at you. “You come in here to change didn’t you? Go ahead.” He waves stepping away from you.

You roll your eyes wanting to leave his ass at the gym with his funky jealous ass attitude. Everything couldn’t just go right between you. You slip out of your shirt, kick your shoes off and lose the workout shorts. And Erik pulls you onto his lap. You can feel him straining against your ass.

“I like the way these walls echo.” He whispers. “I wanna have your ass screaming in here. Can you do that for me? Make my name ring off the walls around me?” His hand lands on your ass, the slap echoes around you as the soft burn humming through you. “You ain’t answering me today?” He gives you another strike and pulls your back flush against his chest. His arm snakes around your body, the other is on your neck. His thumb and middle finger gripping your neck.

“Yes.”

“Good. I was starting to think I was gonna have to fuck you into submission or some shit like that.” You can feel the cocky grin on his lips as he breathes along your neck, his beard tickling you. You inhale deeply for a moment feeling his fingertips explore your body dipping into you lips. You were already drenched just from the argument. He rubs your clit momentarily making his way down to your entrance. He pushes into you twice. “Fuck you been thinking about this all day, haven’t you?” You moan, and your legs quake and you can’t stop thinking about what that submission fuck would be like, nearly wishing you’d said no. Erik turns you around. His head dips down taking your nipple in his mouth. His teeth graze and then he begins to suck causing your back to arch towards him. His teeth clamp around it and it’s tantalizing how the pain and pleasure combine pulling you towards the edge until you whimper. He stops hearing your cries and moves on to the other one tugging and twisting until they ached with arousal. Erik lifts you up from the ground. Instinctively your legs wrap around his body and walks you towards the lockers once again. Your back is against them, the rigid lines of locker are an odd sensation.

Erik adjusts himself and then you, he lifts you up and sinks you down on him. Your stilled momentarily as you allow yourself a few moments to adjust around his girth. You clamp around him just to keep him from moving. Your mouth is open taking in some air and all you can smell is him. How can someone workout for as hard and long as he did and still smell like heaven.

“You can take it.” He says as he starts to thrust into you. His thrusts are methodical, he drags out of you then snaps back into you at a quick pace rattling the lockers. Your nails rake into his back relishing in the way he pushes to there is no where else to go. “Good girl.” He thrusts a few more times allowing you down and turning you around. He pulls you from the lockers a foot and spread your legs dipping his fingers back into you. You can hear him suck his fingers and groan before you feel him below you. His tongue dips into you slurping at your arousal. He swirls around your clit, flicking at a rapid pace. The quick strokes aid you to an orgasm. You can feel it burning within you as his beard grazes the side you thigh when he take a deep breath for second. He blows against you and then goes back to work. Your knees buckle as the euphoria starts to overtake you. “Fuck, give it to me ma.” He sucks at your clit once more and then you explode over his lips. A stream of cum coats his lips and he stands up, flips you over and his lips cover yours. The taste of what he made happen enthralls you as you ravishingly kiss him more. This fucking was a workout within itself. Your near exhausted and light headed but you know him well enough to know it was not anywhere near done. He wastes no time pushing back into you taking a seat with you in his lap. You wind your hips on him meeting him with each thrust.

“Tell me whose pussy this is?” He growls. His hands are in your hair pulling your head back so that your eyes meet him. “Huh? You gone let another nigga take what’s mine huh?”

“No,” you sob growing weaker as his strokes consume you. Your legs hum with pain as his hands meet your thighs again and you can feel him laying back on the bench.

Your thighs are shaking. “Nah I don’t fucking believe that shit you didn’t even answer me right.” He slams back into you gripping your waist to keep you from moving. “You gone let another nigga take what’s mine. Fucking simple question. Answer that shit right.”

“No daddy,” you moan. And it starts again. The surge of pleasure. “Oh, fuck daddy.” You moan dragging out the e. You hear the door open, but your mind doesn’t register to stop being so wrapped up in his fucking.

“Whose are you?” Erik smiles. You bite your lip bucking your hips on his to get that extra friction to his lip. “You can’t speak huh?” He pauses. “Tell that nigga whose you are?”

Your eyes snap open and Maurice is in front of you, his mouth gaped open at the site before him. Then Erik starts to wreck your walls.

He drills into you and you’re shaking for him as you can’t control the mewls and screams that escape your mouth. He grips your breast for a moment and then move to your nipple. “Tell him he says.” Clenching his teeth. You can tell by how he’d become swollen inside of you that he was there and so were you.

“Yours daddy,” You pant and he thrusts into your one more and you explode, your legs shaking uncontrollably as your toes curl and your strangled cries echo around you. Maurice can’t take his eyes off you and Erik. You gush on him coating him with your cum and Erik loses his control pulling you down to his chest, finishing his last few strokes.

You both pant. “Shows over, you can get the fuck out.” Erik says with a smile to Maurice.

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woildismyerster · 6 years

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Kiss Me Whenever - Part Two

Part One - Part Two

When you got up the morning after the party, you had this stupid fantasy running through your mind.

Kevin would drive to your house, a little hungover but totally aware of everything that had happened the night before. He would knock on the door, and you would answer it. Without saying a word, he would grab your face and kiss you.

No, that wasn’t right. Kevin couldn’t do anything without talking. He would probably rub your words in your face, thrilled and smug, before getting around to the actual kiss.

You would find a flaw and restart the fantasy. The day passed, and Kevin didn’t come. He didn’t text you. You got nothing from him at all. It wasn’t like the two of you always texted throughout the weekend, but a part of you had hoped that the party would have changed everything.

When the doorbell rang, you nearly jumped out of your skin. Your mother gave you a questioning look when you bolted to answer it, but you didn’t stop to explain. You were surprised for a second when you saw Marwan standing at the door.

He gave you a sheepish grin. “Sorry it took me so long to come.”

For a moment of intense fear, you worried that you had talked to the wrong boy the night before. You could picture it so clearly - you getting drunk, and telling Marwan to kiss you instead of Kevin.

“Right,” you said in a tight voice.

“Thanks again for the ride home,” he said. “I would have come for the car earlier, but my mom was busy and couldn’t give me a ride over.”

“Oh!” Relief. Intense, impossible relief. “No worries. I almost forgot about it.”

You jogged to your room to grab his keys, and brought him a drink. The two of you sat on the porch for a while, talking about nothing that mattered at all.

“So, did the party get better after you drowned your sorrows?”

“Absolutely,” he said. “Girls got hotter, music got better, people got more fun. You really saved my life.”

“Anytime. I don’t think parties are really my thing,” you said.

“Sure seemed like your thing when Gnapoor was practically crawling on top of you,” he said smugly.

You thought about telling him what happened, but stopped yourself at the last minute. You didn’t want to tell a story without an ending. “Nothing really happened. I guess Kevin is a clingy drunk.”

“Speaking of clingy,” he said with a wry smile, “Kevin told me to come over to his place. He’s probably annoyed that I’m not there already.” He stood and jingled his keys cheerfully.

“Kevin texted you?” That eliminated the possibility of him being too hungover to text you.

“Yeah. Why?”

“No reason,” you said quickly. “Say hi for me.”

By the end of school on Monday, you had given up on Kevin making a Grand Gesture out of kissing you. He didn’t kiss you at the lunch table. He hardly looked at you during gym class. He grabbed Marwan’s arm when you had to choose partners at Mathletes practice, so you hardly said a word to him.

You caught him on the way to the parking lot. “Hey, Kev.”

“Oh, hey!” He blinked at you, hands flattening against his thighs as he stood by the door. “What up?”

“Just saying hello,” you said. Why was this awkward? The two of you were never awkward. “You know, the way friends do when they see each other?” Not that it felt too friendly when he purposefully looked away from you all day, but still.

“Totally. Listen, I’ve gotta blast, but we’ll talk more tomorrow, cool?” He left before you had the chance to respond.

You watched him speed walk to his car. If he didn’t want to talk to you, the least he could do was say so, right?

By the end of that school week, it had escalated. You knew he wouldn’t be making a Grand Gesture, but there was no doubt in your mind that he was avoiding you. You thought that that was reason enough to sneak between Marwan and Kevin at practice so you could make Kevin talk to you.

“Hey there, Kev,” you said with a happiness you didn’t feel. “Man, this week has flown by. You and I have hardly talked since that party, huh?”

“Nope,” he said. He beamed at you. “That was quite a night.”

“Totally. It was pretty wild when Gretchen threw up in the oven.”

“I actually don’t remember much of anything,” he said with a shrug. “That’s a sign of a baller party, am I right?”

“Right,” you echoed.

He clapped his hands. “Aight, hit me with your best shot, Y/N. Trig me up.”

You went through a list of practice problems with him, timing his answers and checking his work along the way. He didn’t remember. You were simultaneously filled with regret and relief. It was nicer to think that he hadn’t done anything because he hadn’t known he had to, but that didn’t explain how weird he was being.

It didn’t explain why he was avoiding you. It didn’t quiet the voice in your head that told you that his smile was fake, and that he was not very happy at all.

“If you buy me a scotcharoo, I’ll do your homework for a week,” you crooned to Tyler.

“I get better grades than you,” he said with a grin. You knew that - you wouldn’t have offered if you thought he would take you up on it.

“I’ll do you sexual favors.”

“I always knew you’d become a prostitute, but I never thought you’d start so young.”

You sighed. “I’ll pay you back tomorrow.”

“There you go,” he said. He went to get in line, leaving you alone with Kevin.

Kevin was reading a book for English class, and you watched him while you tried to think of something to say.

“You’re distracting me,” he said as he turned a page.

“I didn’t say anything.”

“Your silence is deafening.” His lips turned up when you laughed. “You’re mocking my pain.”

“RIP.” You grinned at him. “I know for a fact you did today’s reading. You’re just reading ahead, nerd.”

“I’m getting it out of the way so I can look rad af when I’m out on the town tonight,” he protested.

“I know for a fact that you’ll be eating dinner with your family, like you do every Wednesday night,” you said smugly.

“Creep.” He had set his book on the table, and he was leaning toward you. It was like conversations with him always went; the two of you circling something invisible, something that drew you both in. He was looking at you properly for the first time in weeks, and it made you want to memorize the way his eyes flickered over your face.

“I’m just keeping an eye on you,” you corrected.

The smile fell from his face, and you froze when you realized that you had echoed his words from the party. He pulled back from that invisible gravitational field, picking his book back up.

“Since I’m eating with the fam, I have to finish tomorrow’s reading early.” He flipped through to his page, ignoring Tyler’s return with your food. He didn’t look up again until the bell signalled the end of lunch.

You put the dessert in your backpack. You had lost your appetite.

This time, you didn’t grab Kevin on the way to your car. It was Marwan’s sleeve you latched onto, and it was him that you tried to weasel an answer out of.

“We need to talk about Kevin,” you said.

“That’s a decent movie,” he replied.

“Marwan, this is serious. He’s being super weird.”

Marwan shrugged. He didn’t meet your eyes, opting instead to tug at the sleeves of his letterman jacket. “It’s Kevin. He’s always weird.”

“Please,” you said. You kept your voice low, but that didn’t lessen the desperation in it. “I don’t know if he talked to you about anything, but at the party -”

“He made a move, and you shut him down,” Marwan finished.

“What?” You gaped at him. “I didn’t reject him. I told him to sober up first.”

Marwan blinked slowly. “You what?”

“I told him that when we had our first kiss, it wouldn’t be when either of us had a reason to regret it. He was drunk, and I told him to try again next time he wanted to.”

“Well, that’s not how he’s looking at it,” he said. “That’s not how he’s interpreting it at all.”

“What other way even is there?”

“Ask him yourself, Y/N,” he said, exasperated. “Jesus. I’m all for the two of you figuring your crap out, but I don’t want to third wheel my way through it all. Where’s Tyler when you need him?”

You sighed. “Right. You’re totally right.”

“I know I am.” He made to leave, but paused when you called his name.

“Will he be happy to hear the truth? Does sobering up change anything that he said when he was drunk?”

Marwan shrugged, a smile flickering across his face. “Ask him yourself. Better yet, just kiss him and find out.”

You did think about kissing Kevin, just to get that out of the way. It was a tempting idea, even a romantic one, but you couldn’t shake the thought that maybe it wasn’t something he wanted. You told him that you would kiss when there was nothing to regret, and stealing a kiss seemed really regrettable. Difficult as it was, you decided to just talk to him.

You grabbed him after Mathletes, dragging him into an empty classroom.

“God, Y/N, what are you -”

“Have I had something on my face for the past few weeks?”

His eyebrows shot up. “What?”

You shrugged casually. “Oh, I just thought that I must be looking pretty awful. After all, I told you to kiss me next time you wanted to, and you haven’t kissed me once. I must look like garbage, if there hasn’t been a single time that you were a little tempted.”

He swallowed audibly. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“The party,” you snapped. “I told you that I wanted to kiss you. I wanted it to matter. I told you to try again, and you haven’t. What’s up with that? Are you not interested anymore?”

“No, I -”

“Marwan thinks you’re interested,” you continued. “I want you to be. At the very least, stop avoiding me like the plague. I’d rather be your friend than nothing at -”

Kevin grabbed you by the shoulders, pulled you to him, and kissed you. It was hard and fast, not even lasting long enough for you to respond. He let go and stepped back, hand flying up to run through his dark hair. “Good enough?”

“I mean, no,” you said. A goofy, triumphant grin threatened to take over your face. “This is an open invitation. Every single time you want to kiss me.”

“That’ll be a lot,” he said. Finally, he smiled back at you.

“You didn’t answer my question,” you pointed out. “Why the cold shoulder?”

“I was drunk,” he said sheepishly. “I said some stupid stuff. I did some stupid stuff. If you were just saying things to keep me quiet, I didn’t want to find out by trying it out.”

“That’s ridiculous.”

Kevin laughed, taking a step closer. “You’re right.” He kissed you again, softer, but just as quick. “Next time I catch you hitting on drunk guys, I’ll make sure that he knows that you totally mean it.”

You laughed. “How often are you planning on getting drunk?”

“Doesn’t matter,” he said with a shrug. “It still applies. Now, back to business. I have a bunch of kisses to make up for.” Another peck, then a second. “Do you want me to cash them in now, or spread ‘em out?”

“Now,” you said eagerly. “Definitely now.” You buried your hands in the fabric of his shirt, pulling him flush up against you.

“You’re so clingy,” he complained lightly.

“Do you want me to let go?”

“Nope,” he said quickly. His hands latched onto your waist. “No, this is good.” And it was.

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geo-theatre-diary-blog · 5 years

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Mary Poppins Diary 2018

well hello There, I had diary of the show last year, so I'm making one this year, or at least I'm starting it, I won't continue it until we get into the opera house on Thursday, so in 4 days, also I don't have much down time in the show, so idk if it'll be longer or not, and similar to last time there's a hurricane a-comin, hurricane Florence is apparently going to hit North Carolina hard, it won't be as close to us as irma, but we will probably get some bad weather, oh also, do you remember noah from the last show, he is playing Bert in this show. Welp that is enough introduction so... se ya Thursday!

Surprise I'm back, they are reworking step in time... a week and a half before the show..... UUUUUUGGGGGHHHHHHH!

In other news, there is a big group chat (like last time) and it's a bit bigger now, there is: holden, caraline, Lillian, savanna, cadence, noah, lolly, kane, Damaris, Bethany, mary grace, Clara grace, Brenley, kasha*, Lydia*, Cassie*, hope*, caleb* and Zoë* (* means they are new)

ALSO we have 2 sets of Janes and Michaels. So that's a little bit of an introduction, so ye, NOW I WILL SEE YOU AT THE OPERA HOUSE.

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Hi, it's the next day, I've decided that Imma still update it a little before we get to the opera house. Hurricane Florence is now a category 4, and South Carolina has evacuated its coast, o boi. Also we aren't moving into the opera house on Thursday like I thought, we move in on Saturday.

Im at rehearsal right now, they are about to start practically perfect. Clara grace isn't here so margo is having to say her lines from the audience. Mortimer and I had a long conversation about video games; his favorite is Legend of Zelda: Majora's Mask, mine is Super Paper Mario. Winston and Holly are playing Jane and Michael Oh shoot, gotta be on stage, I'll be back.

Im back, hi. The bank scene is next and i have to be in that, they are doing spoonful of sugar now, holden is KILLING it as Robertson Ay so that's good, aight gotta go

Im back again, it's feed the birds right now, and I think I'm going to finish with the diary for today. So see ya tomorrow.

Hi actually another thing happened, someone is filling in for Clara Grace, she is doing ok surprisingly (considering she hasn't done this for 2 months like CG, and that she is a fair bit younger, so I am pleasantly surprised) ok NOW im gonna end it here, today was a lot.

WELL IM BACK AGAIN, Carrie Elaine FRICCIN ROCKED IT AS MISS ANDREW.

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Hi, I'm back at rehearsal, we are about to run the show. The talking is way worse than normal, and I'm not feeling well; so rip today. The new Nintendo direct is hopefully coming out on Thursday, last week a huge earthquake hit Japan so they had to cancel it, which was the best thing to do in that situation. Either way, they are doing jolly Holiday, so ye.

I just did the scene where I yell at the kids, the anger in it skyrocketed, and the book slamming perfectly only multiplied that anger, which sounds bad, but it was actually really good; I actually think I scared Everyone on stage

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Hiya, it's Wednesday now, not much has happened today, there wasn't a rehearsal today, so tomorrow is our last day before we get to the opera house

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Today is the last day before we move into the opera house, they are doing a flying rehearsal tomorrow but I don't fly so I want be able to tell how that will go, there is normal rehearsal tonight, we have 5 days until media night and 6 days until the show, so hell week (tech week) has officially started

Im at rehearsal now, the fly guy, Marquee, is here and all of the props and set have been moved to opera house. I'm STRUGGLING without my umbrella. Oh also the Nintendo direct came out today and Isabelle from animal crossing is in smash bros so I'm HYPED. They are about to do jolly holiday. We haven't been able to condense the show into an hour and 15 minutes yet, and that is our max time for the school shows, so that is extremely stressful. Amelia is being adorable as ever, god I love her, we haven't gone on another date in a few weeks so we need to do that after the show is over

Marquee seems impressed so far, we are at supercalifragilisticexpialidocious now, the show is going well so far

I just did the yelling scene, Marquee is taking notes, that's both good and stressful.

Mrs Andrew is singing her song now, Marquee was really impressed with the last note, we are about to start fly a kite, trisha is doing better as Jane, ok I gotta go on stage soon

Ok, rehearsal is over and the next is gonna be in the opera house, I got sauce containers for my accio sauce; I will be eating in my dressing room a lot and ranch gets everywhere so Imma just bring the accio (also noah may want to try some). Hurricane Florence is hitting land now, North Carolina has declared a state of emergency, I hope Abbie doesn't get too bad of weather.

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Well hi, so today was stressful. Imma get all the good stuff out of the way first, so, amelia and I went on a date today so that was good. And that's all the good stuff done, NOW THE STRESSFUL STUFF.

༼strong language is used here༽

Today was a cluster fuck. The new staff at the opera house has no clue what they are doing and can't think ahead far enough for anything to get done. So for starters the stage left stairwell is being remodeled, and the ensemble dressing rooms are under the stage, that means that anyone who is in show that enters from stage left has to walk behind the god damn psych. And in the event of a fire, they won't have an easy exit, because the pit doors are usually locked during shows, and the stage right staircase is a spiral. And what is the opera house doing about this? Jack fucking shit. Also the school shows are being fucked up too, some idiot thought it would be a fucking brilliant idea to have the school buses park 2 blocks north of the actual opera house on an unpaved road. That means that 1000 elementary school children will be walking in a line to and from the buses for 30 minutes before and after the show FOR 2 BLOCKS DOWNTOWN, and we don't even know if the weather will be good or not, if it rains then to fucking bad, those kids have to walk in the rain. Because why not, it's not like there is a HUGE parking lot for the civic center across the street that has been more than welcome to hold the busses OH FUCKING WAIT THERE IS. The fire Chief almost had to cancel the show because the opera house crew can't actually finish the INCREDIBLY IMPORTANT FIXES before the show. NOT TO MENTION THE HANDICAPPED ENTRANCE IS ACTUALLY BLOCKED OFF BY THE CONSTRUCTION. AND NO ONE THOUGH THIS WAS POSSIBLY A BAD IDEA. The city isn't doing anything about it either, what can they do, none of the new opera house staff will respond to their calls. And I get that they are busy but the previous staff had all the work done for them, they've just been sitting there with their thumbs up there asses for A MONTH finishing none of the work and only making their jobs HARDER. I just don't understand how a group of adults can fuck up so badly to endanger the lives of not only all of the 88 kids in the cast, but the 1000 that are going to just be walking the streets during school shows and not have one person, just one person, say "hey what if instead... we didn't" also the renovation to the stage left stairwell is purely to make a new room, there are no structural readjustments or improvements being made.

༼ok im done yelling and cussing now༽

So yeah, today sucked, I have my first rehearsal in the opera house in over a year tomorrow, so YEET

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So today is my first rehearsal in the opera house, im getting ready to leave soon.

Cherry tree lane just ended, we are now working with flight so that is fun, we are having to re block some scenes to work around it. Holden actually hit his head on the desk this time so that ain't good they are working a scene change right now. The curse of the opera house, everything that seems to be going well suddenly isn't and has to be changed. They are about to start jolly holiday, I gotta get to stage left now

Ok so it's spoonful of sugar right now and the moving around is stressful,

ok so they are doing feed the birds and supercalifragilisticexpialidocious now, next is intermission, this show is extremely stressful, and having no stage left is... oh boy. We haven't even gotten to intermission yet and we've been rehearsal for an hour and a half

rehearsal is almost over, they are working on the flying parts

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Im heading to rehearsal now, we are doing act 2 and whatever else we can today. The stress is really getting to everyone, Lillian almost had an emotional breakdown all throughout yesterday.

Both holden and I actually did have an emotional breakdown, we hugged and both almost cried. It's gonna get better though, tech week is always the most stressful. I have a lot to do when I get there, I have to get my makeup on, then my costume, then my mic, then who knows what else .

Hi im at rehearsal, in costume.

Ok so we just finished the show and are doing it again, Winston and Holly are now Jane and Michael. Ok imma check and see if im needed

Im back home, and a FRIPP ton of stuff has happened; for starters, Carrie Elaine almost died, not exaggerating either, her flight was horrible, she was sideways and nearly slammed her head on the balcony. Noah was basically drunk after the run through due to his harness being so incredibly painful.

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It's spoonful currently, Andrew is changing right now next is the bank scene, Andrew looks like a freaking albino raccoon because of the makeup.

I just did the bank scene and Andrew is still getting his makeup off. im sitting in my dressing room for the next few scenes and intermission. They recording aswell, also I just learned that a piano is a percussion instrument and I don't know how I feel about that. But now my question is, what type of instrument is an electric keyboard, like is it wind, string, or percussion, I know that there is brass, woodwind and keyboard, but like the three basic types. Also I hate the fact that there is a "keyboard" type I mean like all of the keyed instruments can be placed into other categories other than the electronic keyboard, organs are wind, pianos are apparently percussion, accordions are wind, so why make a specific type?

Act 2 has started, and there have been a few hiccups here and there but so far, it's good. The audience is enjoying it too. My feet are killing me.

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Today is media night, oh boi. Media night is always cursed, and we open on Wednesday, another cursed day

Im in costume the entire main cast is jamming out to Africa, take on me, boogie wonderland, and we're not gonna take it. We were gonna listen to jimmy buffet but other people had to change so rip. A PERFORMING ARTS SCHOOL CONTACTED AMELIA, IM SO HAPPY!

Ok house is about to open.

I'll update the journal later, my phone is at 6 percent

I ran directly into a wall.

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OPENING NIGHT

I'm heading to the opera house now, amelia is gonna watch it tonight, and considering that until recently she didn't even know that people could fly on stage, she will LOVE it.

I just carried Winston, also we can't have our phones on during the show, it's interfering with the mics.

Act 2 just started and a cable has broken, marry and mrs Andrew can't fly for the rest of the night, bert still can but still.

Other than the lack of flying the show went very well.

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Hi it's 2 days later, flying is working again, we have already done 2 shows today, and are about to do a 3rd one, someone is stealing some of the costume pieces, Lillian's apron and gloves are missing and hope's apron was found in someone else's dressing room. Lillian had to take all of her clothes with her when she left so it won't get stolen.

We are heading to the show, dancing queen just came on the radio so yEET. During the break between shows today, Andrew and I listened to music in our dressing room, he tried to squat on top of the trashcan.

School shows were fun today, we had to cut jolly holiday because of time.

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Hey so is the final day and there were two shows today and both were really good, noah didn't knock over the vase in the second show and I played it off and he did too and the scene continued and it was AMAZING. Also in the first show the flying kite didn't work. Abbie was here for them and really liked the shows, ALSO ALSO tate and trisha really stepped up their game for the last show, and it really worked. IN THE FINALE HOLDEN KISSED HOPE ON THE CHEEK AND I FREAKING LOVED IT. Andrew strapped a bunch of wire hangers to himself to try and conduct electricity. Lillian was bawling and it was really sad, she was literally born to play mary poppins, and now it's over. But like actually though, Lillian just actually looks like Julie Andrews, the hair, the face, the VOICE, etc. It's gonna be hard to not do this show anymore but not as hard as others. But I'll make another diary soon, for next show. I guess you can say "the showS must go on". Also my favorite part of this was watching noah walk up the opera house proscenium during step in time.

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and now i guess it's over, this show was incredibly fun, but incredibly stressful, from the opera house construction, to the rivaling theater companies, to the costumes being stolen. All in all, I don't want to start the show over, nor do I want to do one more show, I want to be done and be ready to move forward, and to remember this show as a good memory, not a bad one. So that's what I'm gonna do.

I'll make more diaries soon.

-Gorge Banks

(Geo)

#theatre #diary

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aphrorose · 6 years

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Somebody Pray for Me Pt 1

This is my first ever BP fic so y’all be gentle. Let me know if you like it!!!! I ope y’all enjoy.

Living in Oakland’s roughest neighborhood did nothing but make my heart colder and my mind sharper. My momma told me she believed I would do something great and I made it my mission to prove her right. I woke up and looked at my alarm clock, it read 5:15 in glowing red. I knew I needed to get up ,but my body was protesting. ‘You’re my shining star’ are the words that whispered through my mind at moments like this. At my weakest my mom was always there for me. I got up begrudgingly and padded to the bathroom to complete my morning routine.Washing my face I look up at the guarded brown eyes that stared back at me. I sighed going back into the room and picking out my outfit, I didn't have much to choose from,but someday I would change that. I finally chose a brown flowy top and light wash jeans. Putting on my worn out Jordans I made my way to the kitchen to grab some fruit before leaving for the day.

“Who said you could touch my shit?” snarled a voice from behind me.

I slowly closed my eyes and pretended to be calm while inside I was frozen solid.

“Nobody.” I mumbled putting the apple back in order to keep his wrath at bay.

“So you just stealing now?” he said coming closer.

His breath was the first thing that hit me before I could even think of a response. He reeked of whiskey mixed with a little bit of beer. I knew immediately there was no diffusing the situation therefore you took a deep breath and waited for the hit to come. When the strike did come it knocked the breath right out of me. I fell to the floor whimpering in pain and knowing he was not nearly done with the beating. Knowing I couldn’t protect my body I curled in the fetal position in order to protect my face. ‘Your body was already covered in bruises and lacerations what’s a few more’ whispered a dark voice in my mind. When I’m on the ground he lands a solid kick directly between my ribs that knocks all the breath out of me. I try not to make a sound knowing that that would only make the beating worse and I wanted to be able to move so I could make it to class. All I can think is I hope he finishes before I pass out, I can’t miss a day of school. Surprisingly instead of continuing to hit me he crouches down and whispers low enough for my blood to run cold.

“Wait until you get home.” he blew his foul breath in my face and turned to leave.

I looked at the clock and it read 6 o’clock.

“I’m late, shit!” I ran out the door toward the bus I was supposed to catch. It sped off just as I was about to be at the stop. I immediately started to panic I told my brain to shut up so I could think I needed a level head if I was going to get out here in one piece. Looking around I saw two men ,coming towards me and I stopped breathing completely. I ran to the park that was close to my house to escape them. The park was run down and no children ever came to play here,but we did have a basket tied to a post as a faux basketball hoop. I hid in the slide area until I heard the shouting pass me.

“No no no no no.” I repeated the word until I could breathe again. I needed a plan I had to get to school I couldn’t miss a day if I wanted colleges to look at me. They had to know I was serious about my education, I needed to get out of Oakland like my momma wanted. I looked up and decided I would just walk the 3 miles it would take me. I heard the voice in my head whisper ’Yeah bitch walk off some of that fucking weight and maybe you could get out of Oakland easier.’ I shudder at the voice knowing it wasn’t the voice of my momma anymore. I sighed again knowing the voice was right and maybe if I walked more I could be in better shape. With a shake of my head I started on my trek to the school. I was about halfway there when the sky decided to open the floodgates of heaven and start flooding the streets. Immediately soaked I ran the rest of the way trying to avoid cars and people. Entering the building I slid into my homeroom class with my heart pounding and gasping for air. Everyone’s head snapped to me as though they were observing a wild animal at the zoo. I felt my body heat up with embarrassment and made my way to my seat with my eyes glued to the floor. As soon as I sat down Mrs.Jackson raised her eyebrows and with an evil look in her eyes she said“Nice of you to join us Alliyah.”

I rolled my eyes at her. She was one of those teachers that hated her job and took it out on her students. She didn’t like me in particular though because I was actually passing her class with an A.

“We’re taking a test on parabolas today you might want to study up on the subject before we start” she said with a smrk.

The whole class burst into giggles thinking that I had problems with the subject I just smirked knowing I knew the subject up and down before we even started studying it.

“Nah I think I’m good.” I said with a little more attitude than I would have if my day wasn’t so shit. She just smiled and turned to her desk to hand out the test. It didn’t escape my notice that she handed everyone a test from one pile and handed me mine from a whole other pile. I raised my eyebrows and held my breath as she placed the test in front of me. Peering down at it I realized it had nothing to do with parabolas at all and had advanced Calculus on it instead. I covered my wide smile with my hand and got to work. After homeroom school flew by and the next thing I knew I was walking in the opposite direction of where my bus sat waiting to take me to that poor excuse of a home. With my head down I walked to the library. On my way to the row of seating in the back I ran into a figure .

“I-I’m sorry.” I mumbled out so he wouldn’t get mad.

. He had the shadow of well built muscle under his black hoodie and plain jeans. His hair was in locks that fell into his face framed by wide set reading glasses. While I was in La La Land checking the boy out he shoved me out of the way. It wouldn’t have been a big deal if his hands didn't push in the exact place of one of my most tender bruises. I cry out and a look of shock fills his face before he could mask it again. I regain my composure in a nanosecond.

“I’m fine, don’t touch me.” I snarled.

With that I pushed past him and took a seat getting ready to study for hours.

“I know you didn’t just bump into me then get an attitude.”the boy that I bumped into groused.

He grabbed the chair next to me and made himself comfortable in my personal space. I just looked at him for a second then turned back to my school work determined to not be bothered by him.

“So you ain’t talking now?”

Silence filled the space between you us. “Aight bet.”

I rolled my eyes while reading the same sentence over and over again. I looked over at him through my peripherals and caught him staring at me.

“If you gonna be in my personal space at least open a book.”

He chuckled and continued to stare at me .Finally I huffed in frustration and started to gather my books. A hand grasps my wrist before I could pick up my notebook.

“Where you think you going?” he drawled.

“That ain’t none of your business, I don’t know you and you don’t know me so just leave me alone.”

“I’m Erik.”

I just stared at him in disbelief. Did this boy, that looked like trouble in the worst way, just give me his name?

“I’m Alaina.” I said hesitantly.

“Yeah I know we have homeroom together.”

I looked at him one last time before my brain finally broke through the fog and told me it was time to leave. I turned on my heel and almost ran out of the library towards the exit of school. When I finally got a fresh air I was able to think straight again. How did that boy control my mind so easily? If I didn’t know any better I would say the intoxicating smell of Satinwood must have poisoned my mind and taken over my body. I shook my head and headed back to the park to set up camp for the night.Immediately I noticed a figure following me so instead of going in the direction I planned on laying my head I went the opposite way to the nearest store hoping whoever it was would back the hell off. When I heard the jingle of the bell behind me I knew I had no such luck.I turned around to look at the person tailing me and sucked in a breath of shock.

“What the hell Erik why are you following me around?” I said with a hint of sass in my tone.

“Do you know how rude it is to walk away from someone in the middle of a conversation?” he said casually.

I knew he was mad though because his shoulders were tensed and ready for a fight. I looked into his eyes for the first time and I saw a reflection of me. I looked horrible with bags under my bloodshot eyes.

“I thought we was done.” I said in an uncaring tone. He looked like he wanted to say more when another person entered the empty store.

“Alaina what is your ass doing in here talking to some boy? Daddy waiting for you back at home.” Javaris my big,dumb brother said.

“Okay hold on I'm coming.” I said forlornly. I feel Erik tense beside me as he sees the worry and genuine fear etched on my face. He reaches down and hands me a piece of paper before walking out eyeing Javaris the whole way. I walked behind Javaris dreading entering the house,but knowing I was safe at least until J left with his new girlfriend to the movies that night. Daddy never let Jarvis see him hit me and I never told him hoping to keep him out of it and us off the streets.

“So who was ole boy you was talking to?” Jarvis said conversationally.

I knew I had to choose my words carefully cause just like any good little boy Javaris would deliver any information I gave to him to my dad in a heartbeat.

“He ain’t nobody.” I said hoping that would be the end of the conversation.

We walked in silence for the rest of the way. I knew we weren’t finished with the conversation but I was relieved that for the moment he was minding his own business. My whole thought process was focused on Erik and how he was able to so easily control my thoughts. I needed to focus on the punishment that I would receive when I got home. When I walked through the door I knew I was gonna be sorry I existed at the end of the night. There he was the man that beat me for eight years, my so called dad. He was rolling a blunt and had two scantily clad women draped over him. How could he behave like this in his late wife’s- my momma’s- house? She spent the better part of her life paying off this house. She would be rolling over in her grave if she knew the dead beat she married did what he did in her house. I knew I was about to make the beating worse, but I couldn’t help myself. I raised my eyebrows and scoffed at the trio muttering about how I hope he get something he can’t cure. I knew he heard me and I knew I would pay for it later. I walk into my room and flop onto my bed ignoring the pain in my body.

When I woke up there was a looming presence over my bed. I blinked a couple of times to make sure I wasn’t still dreaming. No. I realized,this wasn’t a dream it was a nightmare. I sucked in a deep breath as he held the belt and came down onto my overheated skin repeatedly.I was shocked as this was the first time he hit me with anything other than his hands. It felt like liquid fire where the belt made contact with my skin. My whole existence was focused on the acute pain blanketing my body. I screamed out trying to alleviate some of the physical pain.When my screams started the evil glint in his eyes truly twinkled. Finally he relinquished the belt and moved on to using his fists to finish the job. The last thought that crossed my mind was ‘I’m gonna be with momma’. Then all the pain went away and there was nothing but darkness,

I woke up in a room that smelled like antiseptic. “What...” I couldn’t finish my sentence, it hurt to much to talk. In fact it hurt to do much of anything. Breathing was even a struggle. I moved my eyes around the bland room with its stark white walls, floor, and ceiling. There was a chair in the room ,but it was obviously just there for decoration cause there's no way it could be comfortable. I was the only one in the room at the moment giving me time to figure out why I was in a hospital to begin with. My brain slowly sludged through my memories until finally I remembered what happened last night. The brutality of the memory made my hands sweat and heart race as I relived all the pain I went through at the hands of the one person in the world who was supposed to love me unconditionally. I tried to calm myself when I heard a soft knock on the door. An elderly looking nurse walked in, she was beautiful with her short bob style haircut and caring brown eyes, She was slightly plump and wore glasses that you could have plucked right off a model in any magazine. What really caught my eye though was the slight smile she wore to greet me. I don’t remember the last time someone smiled so kindly at me.

“How are you doing sweetie?” came her soft slightly high pitched voice.

I blinked out of my reverie and opened my mouth to explain to her taat I’m fine and I didn’t need to be there any longer. Before I had the chance though a voice came from behind her.

“What happened to you shawty?”

I knew who owned that voice immediately even though I only talked to him once. I rolled my eyes the only thing I could safely do. I motioned to be sat up after I tried and failed to do it myself. The nurse quickly made her way over to me and after I assured her I was fine and comfortable multiple times she left the room giving Erik the stink eye the whole time.

“Erik what are you doing here?” I said slightly embarrassed.

He just walked closer inspecting my face before his eyes moved down to the numerous tubes sticking out of my arms and finally the bandages wrapped around every inch of my skin. Done with his evaluation he took a seat in the chair next to my bed. Finally he opened his mouth to tell me how he even knew I was here.

“I knew something was wrong when you weren’t in homeroom.” he whispered almost to himself.

“Erik I’m fine.” I said punctuating it with another roll of my eyes.

“No you’re really not. You are sitting in a hospital bed barely able to move.Don’t think I don’t catch the small winces you make everytime you move.Okay is nowhere near what you are get the fuck outta here with that Alaina.”

I gasped at the anger brewing deep in his voice. Instantly my hackles rose.

‘Why are you mad at me?” I say in the sharpest voice I could manage. Who did he think he was? I barely even knew him and he wanted to sit up on his high horse yelling at me. My life was hard enough without him trying to come in and make it more difficult. He looked me in the eye for the first time since he walked in the room. White hot fire was emanating from them. I immediately looked away to keep from embarrassing myself further in front of him.

“Just leave please.” I whispered softly.

I turned away from the chair expecting him to leave without an argument. Waiting a few moments I turned around to see him still there looking at me. Raising his eyebrow as if daring me to say something he got more comfortable in the chair. We sat like that for hours.

#erik killmonger x reader #erik stevens #oc #erikwithteshits

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crasherfly · 3 years

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I thought I’d have something important to talk about today...

About 30 minutes into my therapy appointment I had run out of things to talk about. I had done my best to summon...something...anything...to the surface.

But I had nothing. I got nothing for this space either.

I’m doin’ fine. Like, I’m not any worse than normal or anything. I just...am having kinda a blank week/month. It happens.

I’m trying to get back into running now that the gym is closed. It’s hell. I miss my weights. I know I’m going to be okay. It’s just going to take some time to really get my head around this. There are bigger problems in the world than my personal fitness and self-image. I have better safeguards in place for myself, emotionally, so I know I’ll come out of this better than I did during the the start of the pandemic. I’m taking this as an opportunity to improve and come out stronger in a different way.

I’m still sober. Haven’t decided if I’ll have a beer or two for Thanksgiving. I didn’t give this much thought when I started. But now I’m here. I guess I’ll have more thoughts when and if I end this streak. I wouldn’t say that it’s been a lifechanging experience, but it’s been good to break routines and try something new.

Haven’t done much else beyond the usual gaming and other nonsense. More on that below. :)

Aight let’s talk about games.

I picked up a new TV this week at Best Buy! I’m uh, like, a third of the way ready for the new generation! If it’s a bad tv, please don’t @ me. We got the one that made the most sense for us.

Now just gotta find a Series X and a Yamaha receiver that can do 4k. Simple. Right? RIGHT?

Had sorta a light week for games. I worked a lot on DND stuff this week- more on that below, or, if you’re especially curious, you can find my DND blog HERE.

Red Dead Redemption 2 (PS4)

I’m not sure what prompted me to get back to the world of Red Dead Redemption 2. I had no prior inkling that there would be anything newsworthy happening in RDR2- but of course, we now know that soon Red Dead Online will be a stand-alone game of its own, the single player campaign relegated to the backseat as an add-on feature.

I first spent time with the single player world. Needless to say, spoilers to follow here, so if you’re still behind on this game’s story- well, read no further.

Still with me? Great. Okay, so it’s no shock that Arthur dies at the end of RDR2. It had to happen. It’s a damn shame because i found him infinitely more relatable than John Marston of the original game, but to each their own.

Arthur dies and you go through a kind of reset where you take over the story, such as what’s left of it, as John Martson. It’s a bit of a momentum killer, from a power curve point of view, but from a narrative view- it’s necessary. The ending to the main “campaign” is pretty good. You get revenge and the story wraps up nicely in anticipation for the the start of the game that...released a generation ago.

I...okay, I’m not getting into this here. This isn’t about my thoughts on the campaign, which I swear are mostly positive! (I actually think RDR2′s story is far and away superior to the first game’s, and it’s not a close contest, prequel issues aside) This is about why I came back to RDR2.

I guess I needed a big, immersive game world to get lost in for a while. And RDR2 certainly offers that. It doesn’t quite have the variety of its big brother, Grand Theft Auto 5. And it isn’t nearly as spontaneous as say, Yakuza 0. But it is still very, very big and chock full of narrative secrets. So much so that I found myself surprised by how much game was still there after the final credits rolled.

I took my hand at bounty hunting, bought a few new pieces of equipment I hadn’t seen before, and trolled around towns as a downtrodden, violence prone John Marston. I found some new secrets I hadn’t seen before, including a couple of cinematic moments with characters from the previous story. It was fun! I killed probably...5-7 hours just trolling around the virtual West.

I will say it got a little tiring hearing everyone I met tell me how great a guy the previously killed protagonist was. Like. I know he was great! I played as him! I wish I still was! Ah well.

This experience has me thinking about how...SERIOUSLY...we analyzed RDR2 when it first came out. Like, the discourse surrounding this game’s narrative experience was freaking BREATHLESS. But I think something that got lost in all that talk about the story- and more importantly- the culture of the studio behind it- is just how incredible the world they built really is.

The world the devs for RDR2 built is simply...massive. Massive to the point that it might actually be unknowable. The only scale I can think to compare it is that of the Bethesda RPGs, and even then, that feels like a rough comparison.

Of course, size isn’t everything. They have to populate the world too, and again, they manage to do so with striking detail. Every city, town and settlement feels real. I mean, I still remember the first time I rode into Valentine and was struck in the face by the sheer choreography of it all. It actually made me want to make my character WALK instead of run, ‘cuz I didn’t want to break the immersion of the moment. That’s the arresting power of this game world.

Rockstar announced that the RDO experience will live on for at least the foreseeable future. There’s going to be plenty more written about the culture of Rockstar and the indulgent microtransactions that their games are trending toward. I’ll leave that to the journalists.

But as a player? I’m glad the game world will continue to find life. It’s too massive, too finely crafted to merely be discarded by something as arbitrary as the passage of gaming “generations”, if that’s even really a thing anymore.

I have more thoughts specifically on playing Red Dead Online, but I’ll have to save them as this is already running long as it is. I also don’t think my thoughts are terrible revealing. You know what RDO is gonna be when you log in, and for the most part, that’s what you get. I think it has fewer problems than GTAO, but it is still a tightly controlled experience- likely by design.

Muse Dash (PC)

Muse Dash is a rhythm game where you tap a combination of 2-3 keys on your keyboard to the beat of a catch J-Pop song. Your character, or muse, on screen, dispatches foes who serve as visual cues for your keystrokes. You must string together as many perfect sequences as possible. There’s a combo meter and HP system in there too, if you’re into that kind of thing.

I first encountered Muse Dash on V-tuber Gawr Gura’s livestream. Unfortunately, the video appears to be missing from her archive now. I was struck by how much its short, energetic tracks reminded me of a different rhythm gaming experience- Dance Dance Revolution.

Fun fact- I used to be a DDR FIEND back in my high school days. Had my own mat and everything. I even used a barstool for extra support so I could hit those really intense combos.

*sigh* To be young and able to play DDR without risking a heart attack...

Anyway, suffice to say Muse Dash caught my eye. An endless supply of J-pop tracks, cute anime visuals, and some low-key rhythm gameplay? Tag me in!

It’s made for a good, chill change of pace. The price of entry is low...like, five bucks on steam? And you can purchase more songs if you’re into that. I recommend it!

Dungeons and Dragons: Ghosts of Saltmarsh

As I said above, most of my freetime last week went into prepping for my local DND group’s campaign set in the world of Saltmarsh.

If you really want to hear a play-by-play, I’ve linked my related blog above.

Overall? I really enjoy the world of Saltmarsh. It’s spooky and moody. There’s pirates, but there’s also no shortage of sea monsters, ghosts, cultists and even vampires to keep you busy. It has strong Dark Shadows feels, where many of its included modules feel reliant dramatic tension and investigation ahead of a dramatic showdown with a big, bad monster of the week.

I still have a lot more prep to do, but at least for the moment, I can take a breath and ease up. The first session went well and the players seem curious. I hope that keeps up as we really start to dig in to the world itself. I’ve never run a full city before, and finding ways to insert all the separate modules as plothooks has been a challenge unto itself. I’ll be sure to let you all know how it goes!

Anime

I haven’t watched much lately, and that admittedly sucks. I tend to go in phases, and lately, my time just hasn’t been going to anime the way it has in other seasons.

I’m still very into Jujutsu Kaisen and am tracking with the season ending to Fire Force. I’m avoiding season 2 of Re:Zero like the plague, partially because I need to wait until the full season is done so I don’t have to torture myself by waiting week to week, and partially because I just know season 2 is going to absolutely destroy me in ways I’m not sure I can fundamentally handle right now.

I keep meaning to go through my queues and create a proper watchlist across VRV, Crunchyroll and Funimation. Maybe I’ll do that later tonight.

That’s all for this week! Hope everyone has a good and safe Thanksgiving.

Haven’t played anything on multiplayer for a while now. As always, if you have a specific game you’d like to play online, my DM’s are open. Please feel free to send me an invite <3

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one-original-otaku-blog · 6 years

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Camellia feat. nanahira - REPLAY!

…it’s over!

1 year of hearing 400 days of searching 3 hours of rushing this translation 100% bad april fool’s joke

finally… my top nanahira song!

Dedicated to @ohayo-hannah-chan, fellow extreme nanahira lover, as well as her Denpa Song Discord and the kind fellas who happily scanned the lyrics.

Composition: Camellia Arrangements: Camellia Lyrics by: Camellia Vocals: nanahira

a disc of magic melodies around, around, i let it spin watching as the raindrops fall outside It takes me up high

The raindrops floating in the sky They fall, and fall, and crystallize (wahoo!) Now (hey!) a (hey!) rainbow forms in the starlight | PLAY AGAIN | It’s shining up high!

Making time go back to the past! (wow!) Teasing at the end of the tape! (ba-ba-boom!) Be the richest Cinderella! (yes!) As time is money heeeeeere! (ooooh, hey!)

“aaahh, i’m late, i’m late!! i gotta bring my toast to school and dash&run there, wait!!!! i think it’s a good thing that i… can manipulate space and time to my will! if i concentrate and spin this seven-color record really firmly in the opposite direction, the universe’s time might just rewind! maybe then i can finally try that technique i practiced many many times today, and get that guy around the corner with this new attack♡ and finally steal my teammates’ hearts~!”

There was something I didn’t get Ran back home so I won’t forget But I almost missed the train (sigh…) Now I’m drenched in sweat (please wait…!)

So today did not go right Let me give today one more try But this time I know what’s up (what’s up?) So that I don’t slip it up (i don’t believe this is even magic anymore…)

The time we spent just between you and I, Gone in the blink of an eye (tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, tick tock) But if you want me to stay here for long

Go on (the magic power in me) Moving on (is something that i believe) Just hold on – I T E R U M Now we’re gonna change “reality”!

The data of the morning saved Around, around, it loads and spins (pa-pew!) So (hey!) that (hey!) game in where I missed a shot; Done to perfection!

But still there’s one thing I can’t say, Not even in a dream I dare (wahoo!) That’s (hey!) why (hey!) I will take this advantage | PLAY AGAIN | To perfect it all!

(aight! aight! —-one more time!!)

“kya…! dangit… wait, why don’t you actually try looking in front of you when you move? …oh, i don’t remember this tsundere girl being this passive unlike last time… well, should i try something cute instead and switch it up? nooow let’s go back in time~!” R E V E R S E ☆ = [woowoowoooooo] “alright, let’s try to properly attack again one more time! ehehehehe~”

Hey my hands just slipped like WOOO Now my ice cream’s on the ground Didn’t hold it right at all (thump thump~) …like when I held your hand~

So today turned out a mess When today I wanted the best So let’s make today so good (so cute~!) Make it right and perfect it too (A+ for you♫)

Today was fun but let’s all wave good night The date will change in some time (tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, tick tock) But if you want us to play a little more

Go on (these secret feelings i heed) Moving on (if you were to see me) Just pray on – I T E R U M Time to show our new “reality”!

The world revolves around the sun Around, around, it spins its own (pa-pew!) Once (hey!) I (hey!) couldn’t sleep at all then, but It’s napping time UP!

Now I can spend 100 days By doing nothing everyday (wahoo!) E-(hey!)-ve-(hey!)-ry day is now a Sunday | “Alright! Today is a weekend! woohoo!!” | I’m happy, yay!

Making time go back to the past! (wow!) Teasing at the end of the tape! (ba-ba-boom!) Be the richest Cinderella! (yes!) As time is money heeeeeere! (ooooh, yay!)

R E P L A Y りぷれい R E P L A Y りぷれい R E P L A Y りぷれい R E P L A Y りぷれい

WOOOOOOOOOOOWW!!!!!–…

a disc of magic melodies around, around, i let it spin (pa-pew!) Wat-(hey!)-ching (hey!) as the raindrops fall outside It takes me up high!

The raindrops floating in the sky They fall, and fall, and crystallize (wahoo!) Now (hey!) a (hey!) rainbow forms in the starlight | PLAY AGAIN | It’s shining up high!

“Look, look! It’s a pretty rainbow! I wish time would stop just for me to keep looking at it~ One more time! Let’s go back in time~!” R E V E R S E ☆ = [ - - - - - - ]

- I moved the “ふわふわ” here instead and transated it to “floating” rather than “fluffy” as it sounds better for something like raindrops. Of course this could refer to condensing raindrops like a cloud, but the lines afterwards suggest a rainbow forming anyway. - This part here isn’t in the original lyrics. The previous line is already short enough to encompass the two original lines “今度は虹がほら / かかるから”; I feel like this added line adds more emphasis to this ‘rainbow’. - The original line was written in hiragana (“ばっくとぅーぱすと”). A user in a Discord I was in suggested “back to first”, but “back to past” sounded better (and the added “the” makes it flow better). - This line was pretty hard to understand at first, and I took way too much time trying to understand the wordplay with the line “まっきまき” near the end. A proper translation could be something like “The tape is rolling” or something. Considering how the song is about time, I decided to take “まっき” as 末期, meaning “terminal / final”, and view this ‘tape’ as a symbol of the timestream or something???? マッキマキ can also mean coquettish, hence I used “teasing”. - “Cinderella” is indeed heard in Japanese. As for “richest”, it’s a loose translation of “超余裕” (literally “huge surplus”) - “いっこくセンキン”… thanks Camellia for putting that all in kana. “一刻千金” basically means something along the lines of “time is gold”. It’s hard coming up with lyrics that actually fit… - I mean… ピンチ? I wouldn’t expect any English person to shout out “crisis!” or “danger!” when they’re in crisis or danger… oh well. (I was also considering “this is bad!”, but again, no flow…) - This line implies that she is indeed playing a video game. (Also applies to nearly any other adlib line after that.) - The Japanese lyrics do indeed say “[iterum]”. Meaning “again” in Latin. - Weird katakana in this line. Since the first lines in the chorus did imply save and load data, I thought “ゲー” would just be “game”. Also, don’t tell me “ぱ～ふぇく賞” is not a pun on “perfection”. - “はなまる”, or 花丸, means “flower circle”. But it’s also used as a ‘perfect grade’ thing in Japanese kindergartens, so I just slapped “A+” on there.

#camellia #nanahira #replay #lyrics #translation

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storiesbyjes2g · 7 years

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Time in Willow Creek: 1 year, 6 months, 2 weeks, 4 days

Juliana sucked in a deep breath and marched up the stairs of Community Library with her head high, new attitude and butterflies in her stomach. Steady clicking of her heels counted down to a new era. Many elements of her new charge remained to be discovered, making her uncertain, but similar to her walk into the library, she would take it one step at a time.

She didn’t arrive as early as she planned. Psyching herself up for the day took much longer than usual, but she still arrived before Trish which is what she wanted but just barely. Community Library patrons showed a sense of urgency that morning. Someone followed Juliana in, and minutes later, Trish trailed someone else. Juliana had faced the wall and attempted to have one last moment alone, but the hairs on her neck and arms stood when Ms. Henning arrived.

“Oh…good, you’re back,” Trish said.

Juliana took in a deep breath once again before turning to address her coworker. “Good morning.”

“Nice suit,” Trish said stiffly.

Juliana flashed a quick smile. “Thank you.”

The front door opened again, and a woman walked through. Juliana wondered why so many had come so early.

The woman waved. “Mornin, Juliana!”

“Good morning.” She had seen her many times but never asked for her name. Harriett knew everyone’s name, but she had nearly three decades to get to know them.

Trish walked away to begin her day, and Juliana panicked. She didn’t spend the morning psyching herself up for Trish to get away.

“Trish?”

Juliana heard a loud sigh before she faced her.

“Yeah?”

The butterflies in her stomach felt like they multiplied three times. She wiped her moist palms on her trousers and swallowed a large knot in her throat. “Uhh…”

She had an idea of what she wanted to say, but the words got stuck at the back of her dry mouth. “You are a good librarian…”

“I know you don’t care for me. But, I can’t change what happened.” Bitter bile crawled up her throat. She swallowed the sensation. “I have to learn things, and…and I need you here. We have to communicate better and work together.”

Trish grew increasingly more frustrated with every word that exited Juliana’s mouth.

She tried to calm her nerves and swallowed a few more times before saying the next part. “I know what librarians are supposed to do…” She paused to let her words sink in a bit. “I need you to do those things. I will help, but I need to be in the office more to learn how to do this.”

Trish’s chest rose and fell quickly. She looked like a growling dog. “Yeah, ok. Whatever. Are we done here?”

Juliana’s patience with her attitude wore thin. If she were bold enough, she would have given her a few pieces of her mind. But, she had to keep it professional and refrain from stooping to Trish’s level. She had a reputation to uphold, but no one but Juliana regulated what happened inside her head.

“Yes.”

Trish did an about-face and dashed away, probably fuming as she always was. Perhaps, one day–in her own way–she’d find the courage to tell Trish what for. She found the thought amusing and even looked forward to it.

To begin her morning, she retreated to the office not to hide but to embark upon a journey of epic proportions. During her time off, she made a list of questions to research. She also began going through all the papers in the drawers and folders on the wall. Surely Harriett left everything she needed to know in that room. She simply had to look for it and piece all the information together.

After a few hours, her brain was so mushy, she thought it might slide out of her ears. She took a break and walked around the library just as Harriett used to do, greeting the patrons and checking on everyone. She borrowed a bit of confidence as she smiled and spoke to people. Hillary sometimes said, “fake it ’til you make it,” she remembered. At first, she didn’t understand what that meant, but she got it. She needed to keep borrowing confidence from somewhere until it came naturally–or at least didn’t cause so much stress.

Around the corner, in the computer room, Juliana heard loud rapping of keys and laughter. The voice and noise belonged to Trish beating her Blicbloc score. Did she not hear anything Juliana said earlier? Did she really not care? Thankfully, no one needed assistance, and the books stood tall and upright in the shelves thanks to Juliana’s need for order and neatness. Everyone needed a break every now and then, but she wished Trish would have told her she was taking one. For the moment, she let the offense ride, but soon she would deal with her.

After her rounds, she manned the front desk. She was comfortable there and knew the job well. Sometimes, Trish often contradicted herself by saying Juliana didn’t need to be so visible in the library now that she was–for all intents and purposes–the manager but at the same time refused to do any of the duties Juliana, the library assistant, did. Perhaps that was her way of telling Juliana they needed to hire another person, but that should have been her decision as the librarian. Juliana couldn’t decide if she wasn’t a good librarian or she had gotten used to Harriett doing everything. Either way, she could not win with this woman. She was damned if she sat up front and damned if she hid in the office. It was a new day, however, and Juliana sat there almost daring Trish to say something. If she came at her the wrong way, Juliana would take some of that borrowed confidence and put Trish in her place.

Later on, Juliana noticed she couldn’t hear Trish’s heavy footsteps stomping around the aisles. She hadn’t gone to lunch, and she wasn’t in the bathroom. Juliana decided to go upstairs to look for her. It was rare for Trish to retreat somewhere for privacy. She found her looking out the window with her arms wrapped around herself.

“Are you ok?” Juliana asked.

Trish growled and attempted to go back downstairs.

“Trish…if something is–”

“You’re so freaking annoying! Are you my shadow? Leave me alone!”

Trish may have openly said hateful things about Juliana and didn’t hide her displeasure with her, but she never yelled at her. Something was wrong.

“Ok! I was just–”

“LEAVE ME ALONE!”

Trish stomped down the stairs. “I’m going to lunch!”

Juliana let out a sigh of relief. She wasn’t sure how to deal with her and sat in the chair behind her to recover from the explosion. Learning the ropes would have been an adventure on its own, but this? Pity mode attempted a comeback. Everything would be much easier if she claimed she couldn’t handle it and watch everything go up in flames. Going back to that dark place was not an option. Especially not while she sat on hallowed ground. Over her shoulder, she saw the desk she and Harriett used to sit for her Simlish lessons. Those times were hard, but they were good times too. A smile crept on her face as she made the connection. Times could be both hard and good, not one or the other. She didn’t have to let Trish’s antics get to her or become overwhelmed by all she needed to learn. Juliana needed to do exactly what she did with her lessons: practice, study, and never give up.

While she sat, she heard someone else coming up the stairs.

“Are you ok?” the man asked. “I don’t mean to be nosey, but heard ol girl yelling.”

She appreciated the concern. No wonder Harriett loved that community so much. They were such good people. Some of them.

“I’m fine…but, thank you.”

“Aight. Just let me know. I ain’t afraid to tell her what’s up!”

She laughed and went back downstairs with him. It was almost 3:30, and she had someone special to see.

“Hi, Miss Juliana!”

“Hello, Manu! Did you enjoy school today?”

“We had to take lots of tests. I don’t want to go to school for a long time!”

She laughed. “Awww, probrecito! I hope tomorrow is more fun.”

The little boy stared at her for a moment.

She smiled nervously. “What?”

“You’re so pretty, Miss Juliana. If I was big, I’d make you my girlfriend.”

She laughed heartily. “No girlfriends for a long time, ok?”

“Would you be my girlfriend? If I was big?”

It was the craziest day. It began tentatively with lots of tension, an explosion in the middle, and now she was being asked out by a 10-year-old. What else did this day have in store for her?

She didn’t want to crush him and side-stepped the question as best she could. “I can’t. I am the girlfriend of someone else.”

Those words felt weird coming out of her mouth. She and Kevin had only been together for a week and a half, and they hadn’t seen much of each other. During her time off, she didn’t want to see him. With Trish doing less and less work, her days stretched longer and longer. Kevin had a business trip the previous weekend. Sometimes it didn’t feel like she had a boyfriend, but she knew how loved she was. They stayed in constant communication.

“Oh.”

His little face melted her heart. Just as she attempted to comfort him and do damage control, he changed gears.

“Well, maybe when I’m big you won’t be his girlfriend anymore.”

She laughed again. He was probably right. She and Kevin would probably be married by then, but he didn’t need to know that.

“We will see. Do you want to do your homework?”

During the bad times, those short moments with Manu were the ray of sunshine in her very long, dark days. She lived for those moments and was glad he enjoyed them as well although she learned he enjoyed them a bit too much.

When his mother picked him up, and all the other kids had gone home, Juliana retreated to the office to do some last minute tasks before locking up. It had been a slow day, despite the rush in the morning, and she managed to re-shelve books throughout the day. For the first time in a long time, she would leave shortly after closing time. She had two extra hours added to her night, and she wanted to enjoy the rare gift with Kevin. To her surprise, however, as she exited the office, he entered.

“Oh! Hi!” She grinned. “I was going to call in a few minutes.”

He grinned too. “Lucky me.”

Her new look startled him. She told him about some changes related to work, but he didn’t expect a change in wardrobe. He didn’t mind what she wore, but he loved seeing her dressed up. She looked so…grown.

“Wow. You looking amazing.”

It was hard to take his eyes off her. She looked so beautiful and confident, almost like another person yet still her. The staring probably made her uncomfortable. She kept looking at her shoes.

He cleared his throat and snapped out of it. “Umm…I’m glad you’re not working late tonight. I was hoping we could grab dinner and hang out for a bit.”

Her eyes met his again accompanied by a dazzling smile. “Of course.”

“Ok.” He grinned like a schoolboy, but he didn’t care. He was so happy to be with her again. “We can go some place close by.”

He took her to a restaurant in the Town Center area which used to be known as “downtown.” Long ago, Willow Creek was a tiny farming community. The farmers would have to go down into town to shop, be entertained, and conduct business. All the buildings in the area were the originals minus Villa Bovine, the restaurant they went to. The museum used to be a municipal building where the courthouse and police department used to be. The Blue Velvet Nightclub was a saloon, the gym was a general store, and the library had served its same purpose the entire time. Over time, the community grew and sprawled around downtown and making it the center of town. When the skyscrapers and apartment buildings came, all the official city offices moved there. The dense urban area became worthy of the title “downtown.”

“Good evening,” the cheery host said.

“Hello. A table for two, please.”

She tapped the screen a few times. “Right this way.” She led them to the first table in the dining room. “Is this ok for you?”

“Oh yes, thanks. It’s lovely.”

“Awesome. Your server will be Salim, and he will be with you shortly.”

Cooking was not Kevin’s thing, so he ate out almost exclusively. He knew almost every restaurant in Willow Creek, Oasis Springs, Newcrest and Windenburg. The man knew food and had favorite dishes he ordered from each place. He almost never looked at the menus, and tonight was no different. He knew exactly what he wanted and watched Juliana discover all the dishes he had tried eons ago. She didn’t read the menu aloud, but he could tell when she saw something that excited her. A jolt of glee made her eyebrows raise and a tiny grin pop up.

They had shared many meals together, but this was their first dinner as a couple. An official date! After all the turmoil he went through, he was dating Juliana and could not believe his luck.

Kevin didn’t know what to expect from being in a relationship with her. She was so young and inexperienced. On top of that, he knew the cultural differences might create bumps in the road as well. And then he had his own demons. To be honest, sometimes they scared him. Sometimes he felt more like a wrecking ball pummeling through Juliana’s life knocking down her hopes and dreams of whatever she wanted her life to look like. He wanted to help not hinder her. Whenever he felt those old excuses forming, he reminded himself that their situation was completely new, he wasn’t the person he used to be, and it was normal to be scared sometimes.

A man donning a smile strode to their table. “Good evening. It’s good to see you back, sir.”

Kevin smiled back. “Of course! I can’t stay away from here long.”

Remembering faces was not one of Kevin’s many strengths, and he felt bad for not remembering him. The conversation, however, was a reminder of why he loved Villa Bovine. It was a fine dining establishment, but it still had that homegrown feel. The ambiance and decor was posh enough to be special, but not stuffy and pretentious like that germ-infested health hazard in the Magnolia Promenade. He would need a very compelling reason to ever consider eating at Chez Llama again.

“Nice to see you in here with a pretty lady too.” He winked at Juliana.

Kevin almost laughed as he recalled all the past incidents when people assumed they were together and he would smash those assumptions with a quickness. Now, of course, he understood why people thought that. They were together. He just didn’t realize it.

“Yeah…it is nice to take my girlfriend out.”

It felt so strange to call her that. It had been eons since anyone held that title.

“I’m happy for you. Are you ready to order?” Salim asked.

He nodded. “Juliana?”

She nodded too.

“Cool. I’ll have a rack of lamb and a simopolitan.”

The server chuckled. “I should have known. And, for you, miss?”

“Pasta Primavera and lemonade, please.”

“What a beautiful accent! Where are you from?”

“Monte Vista.”

“Oh! Well, that’s great.” He hovered over the table and pretended to whisper. “Don’t judge us too harshly on the food.”

They all shared a laugh.

“I’ll return shortly,” he said. “Can I bring you some bread while you wait?”

“No, but thank you, Salim,” Kevin said and turned his attention back to Juliana. “So! Tell me about this transformation!”

She blushed. “Oh…” Her eyes wandered around the ceiling tiles as she considered her answer. “I got a letter from Mamá, and I thought about what you said to me…. I remember something Trish said to me too.”

“Juliana, don’t let her bully you!”

“No! Listen. I’m trying to figure out what I’m saying.”

“Oh. I’m sorry.”

He often interrupted her all in the name of trying to swoop in and save the day, but he did need to listen to her more. Sometimes she spoke so well he forgot she still struggled with the language. He wondered if it would help or be a hindrance for him to learn her’s. He could have learned it long time ago when he went to her country for charity work but learning foreign languages were also not on the list of his strengths.

“I need to be serious,” she said.

Kevin stifled the urge to snort. Juliana was one of the most serious people he knew even in her silly moments. Why would she think she needed to be more serious?

“I mean, I need to be important.”

His heart swelled. “You are important.”

“No! Like…” She let out a frustrated sigh.

“You mean you want to look like you’re important…so people know you’re important?”

Finishing her thought probably wasn’t a good idea, but she seemed to really struggle with it.

She looked relieved to be understood. “Yes! Like that.”

“Makes sense. People tend to respect you more simply because you’re wearing a suit. You could be, like, the janitor or something, but if you wear a suit, people will assume you’re important and know what you’re doing. That’s a good strategy…and I love your suit.”

“Alrighty…” the server said, lugging a tray of aromatic deliciousness and placing plates in front of them. “How’s it looking?”

“Everything is perfect, thank you,” Kevin said.

“Alrighty! Y’all enjoy now.”

Kevin savored a few sips of his favorite drink and the succulent meat before prodding Juliana more. “So how did it go with Trisha today?”

She rolled her eyes and continued eating. His heart sunk. He thought for sure Juliana would put her in her place and the library saga would be behind them. How could anyone dislike her?

“I can talk to her if you want.”

A sweet smile softened her face. “I need to do it.”

He returned her smile. “Of course you do.”

Salim came back and grabbed Kevin’s empty glass. “Let me take this for you. Can I bring you another?”

“No, thank you.”

They had such a good time. He didn’t want to keep her out too late, but time escaped them anyway. Most nights she went to bed very late despite having to wake up so early and endure 13+ hour days. How did she do it? Her youth probably helped.

Kevin paid the check and left a generous tip. On their way out, he asked her if she felt like going for a short walk. She agreed. She always agreed. They strolled down the alley between the restaurant and the nightclub to get to the boardwalk. She cradled his arm in hers. He loved having her so near.

Juliana gasped and broke away. “A lighthouse! Can we go down there?”

He chuckled. “Of course we can.”

They left the safety of the cobblestone sidewalk and traipsed down the dirt path toward the bank. She hurried in front of him. Her excitement tickled him although he was afraid she would stumble. She wore low, thick heels, but sometimes the path was rocky.

“Wait up!”

“Is it far?” she asked.

“Uhhh…not really. Too far to get to tonight.”

“Oh.”

A breeze blew the humid air around making it a bit more bearable. The crickets and cicadas did a duet. Or, maybe they were competing in a contest. The fireflies danced like cheerleaders but not for one side or another. Standing there, looking out over the river with his lady by his side, Kevin felt so at peace. He also felt like redeeming their last moment together.

He grabbed her hands. She smiled nervously.

“Juliana…I want to kiss you.”

She flashed that dazzling smile again. “So kiss me.”

Although he initiated the invitation, his heart pounded in his chest; he was much braver last time. Dropping her hands, he drew her into an embrace and planted a tender kiss on her soft lips. Her tentative hands found their places around his waist and behind his shoulder. Hot, electrical pulses coursed throughout his body as their lips gently massaged each other. Some called it fireworks. He was just glad it was happening. Kissing Juliana liberated his spirit and broke the remaining chains on his heart and mind. His previous fears seemed so silly. He wanted to kick himself for not realizing his feelings sooner. Juliana had already brought so much happiness into Kevin’s life, but kissing her took happiness to new heights. He was finally free! He forgot what that felt like.

He held her a bit tighter, drawing her closer. She seemed to enjoy it. Her rigid posture loosened with the deepening of the kiss. His tongue swept against her bottom lip, asking for permission to entertain hers. He probably should not have done that on the first kiss, but he couldn’t help himself. It had been ages since he kissed anyone, and even longer since kissing someone he loved. He needed this.

Juliana had always been a quick learner and he was pleased to see how well she caught on. To his surprise, she accepted his invitation and parted her lips ever so slightly. Heeding his own advice, he behaved.

She pulled away first, as he expected she would; she needed a breath. Before they separated, he held her and gazed into her beautiful brown eyes for a bit. He didn’t quite know what to say, and neither did she. His smile gave way to nervous laughter, and so did hers. This night marked a turning point in Kevin’s life. The ghosts of his past were banished, never to haunt him again. The new era belonged to Juliana, and only she could dictate what happened and where they went in the future. Not fear. Not doubt. Certainly not other people’s opinions. Only Juliana.

Juliana - Chapter 103 Dating Juliana - Juliana has a new attitude at work, and Kevin finds dating Juliana to be life changing. Time in Willow Creek: 1 year, 6 months, 2 weeks, 4 days Juliana sucked in a deep breath and marched up the stairs of Community Library with her head high, new attitude and butterflies in her stomach.

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inkofamethyst · 6 years

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October 15, 2018

Aight so I shouldn’t write for very long (though I have quite a bit to chat about) because I have a Spanish essay due at midnight tonight in three hours or so and I’ve barely started. I’ll start from just now and work my way backward to this past Saturday.

I just now decided to click on my Spotify Time Capsule playlist and it has just played three DCOM songs (Hannah Montana Movie (x2) and High School Musical 3) and I’m in love. So much nostalgia!! I loved the DCOMs of my youth so much and UGH I’m just really feeling it. There’s almost no way I’ll be able to get my Spanish done while I listen to these English songs, but I’ll listen at least for a little bit longer.

Had another fight rehearsal today for the fall play, but we got let out early and I had to wait for my parents to pick me up, so me and two of my castmates rocked out to Heathers and it was a great time. I may or may not have watched the bootleg last year but I definitely did fall in love with the soundtrack, despite being riddled with swearing. For the most part I can substitute words or skip them all together and it’s cool. Just can’t play it out loud with my family around lol.

Math and Chem are getting better. I feel like I’m getting a better idea about how I need to prepare myself to succeed in those classes. I just need to actually put effort into the homework for those classes (especially math) and I should be fine, I think.

Quick Music Break: Heather Headley’s voice is underappreciated. I love Aida so much and The Lion King too and ugh, just yes!!

So on Sunday I went to this event for one of the schools I want to apply to, and it was pretty disheartening because I feel like I don’t measure up. They wanted to give us an insight into their admissions, as they only accept 15% of their applicants, and so they gave us examples of actual applicants (including their scores, GPA, extracurriculars, and essays/recs) and it seems like it’d be nearly impossible for me to get in. Not only have they not taken anyone off the waitlist in ~five years, the applicants they showed also seemed to be ridiculously overloaded with activities. I don’t really do that many activities, I feel like, and I’m really nervous about paying $80 to be rejected, you know?

Quick Music Break: Chicago is lowkey an iconic feminist musical. I don’t go around touting how much I want gender equality all the time, but I feel so incredibly powerful listening to every song on the movie musical soundtrack, especially, of course, Cell Block Tango.

Saturday night was Homecoming, and that was fun-ish. I’m not really a dance type of person, so I mostly hung out with a friend of mine in the cafeteria while he did a crossword and we talked. I did “bust a move” or two, but I don’t really know hip hop or rap music or even pop music all that much, so I could only bust so many. My dress was c u t e as anything though: a fishtail, deep purple, tulle skirt-piece, glitter/lace halter-top (which I originally was totally against) and a gray shawl because it was cold. I met up with twelve of my friends, and it was immensely more fun for me than the previous year. Nothing against the group I went with last year, but I didn’t quite feel like I fit super well with that group. This year’s group was my people, and I was comfortable.

The rest of Saturday included the Homecoming game and parade. The football team lost awfully bad as they so often do, but the marching band wasn’t completely terrible. Our last movement was a little sucky, but whatever, it was cold. The parade was pretty fun to march in. Though, I did find out that I was going to be the permanent piccolo player because the girl I was subbing for outright quit. Funny how things work out, I guess.

Quick Music Break: I’m not a Beyonce superfan, but her voice is gorgeous too.

Today, I’m thankful for the fact that my parents made me take that calculus prep course a summer ago, even though I went in kicking and screaming. In that class, we had homework every night for two weeks that came from this one website, and that website also has notes for topics from like, precalculus to calculus three ad possibly beyond. I used it last minute when I remembered it to study for my math quiz last Friday, and I definitely plan to use that to supplement my learning if I’m ever confused. Though! I’m sitting in the front now!! Where I prefer to be for focus reasons so yeah!!!! We gon’ pass hunties!!!!!!!

Last Music Break: Can’t Hold Us by Macklemore? Uh, yeah! I don’t know the lyrics except for a few and the chorus but what hype!!

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