#got that email yesterday and wondered huh whats up with that
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lol. lmao, even
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oops... i got married || TO SOME STRANGER!??!?!?
word count: 1.4k || Fic 5 of oops... i got married
summary: I'm gonna be fr with you. Your new malewife is a little sus
You get married as a joke.
Yes, there are limits to how much you can drink. Yes, there are limits to how insane you can get while drunk— but apparently getting married is not within that limit. You get married to some random guy— SERIOUSLY. SOME RANDOM DUDE. You wake up to a legally signed marriage document and them in your kitchen, and you blink at the confirmation email on your phone and then at your new lover at the door.
"You're going to be late for class."
"What the fuck?!"
You pause at the sight of your new husband, some random man, white hair and red eyes, and you pause. Did you get transmigrated? Are you in an isekai fic? Is this your main character moment? Seriously, how the hell did you manage to bag some random ass man!???!!? WHAT. WHY IS HE HOT.
"Wait." You pause. "How do you know I have class?"
"The backpack." He points. "Now, hurry on up now."
That does NOT explain how the hell you met your husband. Yet, you don't have time, grabbing breakfast from his hand as he waves goodbye to you at the door. Great day to pay expensive ass rent but live right next to campus. You wonder if your husband lives someone. You feel kind of bad that he had to take you home after you got plastered yesterday. But. That does not excuse the fact that he looked suspicious as fuck while staring at you sleep. Also, how the hell did he agree to marrying you? WHY.
You huff as you walk back to class, pausing and blinking when a piece of the ceiling breaks off and slams into where you were sitting, somehow missing all of your belongings by a hair. You blink, stupefied, grabbing your stuff from under the ceiling as you evacuate the lecture with the rest of the students. Someone hates you... or something. You don't know. You're surprised you didn't just die while drunk. Sometimes pianos fall out of the air and try to bomb you. Also, you have a husband to go home to now! He'd be sad if you suddenly died... right?
Wait. What even is his name?
"Casper." Your husband rolls his eyes as you pout. "You forgot your own husband's name?"
"Uh huh." You blink. "Are you just going to be my househusband now?"
"I don't see why not. Anything interesting happen today?"
"Oh!" You grin. "A piece of the ceiling slammed into my seat, but luckily for me I was in the bathroom. My stomach problems saved me for once."
Your husband gives you a smile half between concern and amusement. (he would have to try harder next time— what. that was not him. who said that.)
"I'm glad you're safe."
"Yeah?"
"Mhm." He pauses. "Do you get acid reflux in the morning?"
"If I eat and sleep immediately after." You mumble. "Why?"
"Hotpot." He hums. "Spicy hotpot. Eat up."
Your eyes light up, brightening as he hands you a bowl of rice, watching as you dig in, humming happily as you watch him put his own bowl down.
"Is it good?"
"Mhm!" You beam. "Where'd you learn to cook?"
"I live alone." He hums. "Someone has to do the housework around my place."
"How about currently?"
"I live a little... far away." He pauses. "It would be hard for me to see you every day if I don't live at your place. Besides, my job is in the area."
"Will you move here? Or..."
"No. My management provides housing for free." He smiles. "Oh, the food's going to get cold."
You pause. "Can I apply?"
"No. We don't take applications."
"WHAT." You groan. "Ugh. I knew it was too good to be true. You probably sold your soul for it or something."
Casper doesn't speak up, placing a slice of lotus root in your bowl. "Eat up."
You raise a brow but don't pry further. It's not your problem if your husband sold his soul. At least he's hot.
Maybe he's secretly trying to eat your soul... demons... that checks out honestly. You did have a bad stroke of luck when it came to unfortunate situations, and you had an even more comedic one when it came to avoiding them. Always nearby, never you. You wonder if that would curse your husband. Though, from the looks of it, your husband would probably steal someone's soul before that curse could even lay a hand on him.
"What are you looking at?"
"You're very hot." You grin.
You laugh when you notice your husband turn red.
The vast majority of your days pass relatively calmly, and you grow into a comfortable pattern with your husband... that is until your husband shows up with a black card and tells you that he can cover rent for the rest of your life— that raises some questions. What does your husband even do for work? What is he doing with his life? How the hell does he have a better credit score than you? Where is his money even coming from?!
You force him into the corner of your house one afternoon with a broom in hand.
"Sunshine, I really think—"
"Spit it out." You stare him down. "What do you do for work. I refuse to believe I'm in a kdrama, so spit out something you can back up."
Casper presses his back against the wall, eyes darting to the wall as you shake the broom at him, and he grimaces.
"I'll get fired if I tell you—"
"NO ONE HAS A CAMERA IN MY HOUSE SO SPIT IT OUT"
"I'm a grim reaper."
You pause, blinking at your husband, words processing in your brain.
"I'm a grim—"
"They hire people for that?!" You blurt, pausing. "Wait. No. You're spouting nonsense at me."
"I am not."
"You are."
"Am not."
"Are!"
"Not!" Casper turns around to face you, shaking as your grip tightens around the broom. "Please... go through my closet?"
"So your job is literally... murder?" You pause. "My stay at home househusband is secretly some insane man who goes around killing people?!"
"It's not—"
"Then what is it?!" You raise a brow at him, unconvinced.
"We get a list." He sighs. "And we get everyone's name."
"Wait." You pause. "Why the hell did you agree to marry me then!?"
"That's not—"
You shake the broom at him.
"You were supposed to die years ago but kept avoiding death so I've just decided to marry you to see WHY you're not DYING." Casper braces himself for the broom's impact, but you're too stupefied to give him a proper answer.
"I'm supposed to be dead?"
"Well..." He grimaces. "You can't really... die."
"I'm immortal?"
"Your... soul." He pauses, turning his head to the side. "Your soul is endless, and you constantly give life to those around you... including me."
You pause. "So you married me because I'm a natural healer? Wait. No. You married me to kill me?! This isn't some josei manga, you know?!"
"Yes, but." Casper sighs, shoulders relaxing as you drop the broom. "You are so lovely."
"You're just saying that."
"I am not." He mumbles. "I would have just taken your soul if you were not."
"Oh, so this is pretty privilege?"
"It's not—"
"Wow, Caspie. I thought you actually loved me." You pretend to sigh.
"I do—"
"You didn't kill me because you think I'm lovely? If that doesn't—"
Casper grabs your wrists, holding them in place as he blinks at you, grumbling. "Would you shut up and listen to me for just a second? Goodness, sunshine, I love you. I'd go mad if I did not have you as my beloved."
You tilt your head at him, and he sighs.
"I love you. I'm not going to try killing you anymore."
You sigh, shaking your wrists loose as you press your lips to his, humming. Casper doesn't argue with it, humming as his lips slot against yours, hands moving down to your waist.
"So we aren't getting a divorce?" You mumble.
"No." He grumbles. "What do you want for dinner?"
A smirk spreads on your face as he sighs.
Still. He loves you.
#surprise mf you thought I was never gonna touch that event again did ya#the quality of these fics r like wattpad crackfics to me. send help#☾.fics#☾.events#grim reaper x reader#casper x reader#a date with death x reader#'martha honey I'm coming home— IM BACK IN THE FUCKING BUILDING AGAIN!?!??!' -> me rn
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cy i have so many ideas its crazy 😭😭
when i was in high school i hated my chemistry classes 💀💀but now when i think about it... yk in some classrooms especially where biology and chemistry classes are held there is a small room attached to them like a storeroom? where they have all the equipment and supplies ? lmao this is already so long but i just needed to describe it, it gets better i promise
so like yesterday i randomly remembered one of my chemistry classes and suddenly i thought abt soob in those glasses like you know, the black ones ..him in a doctor's coat and..the other students are in class totally unaware of what two new teachers are doing in the storeroom😋😋damn just,, making out w him all while having ur knee between his crotch?? ordering him to be quiet or else everyone will find out what a slut their new chem teacher is (he'd secretly love it, we all know the boy is a slut for degradation and humiliation)😔he'd whimper soso much he wants more and he needs more, he's so riled up,, practically drooling but the fact that he can't have u fuck the brains out of him now makes him practically cry and beg to stop,, the pleasure is too much to handle☹️☹️(u could literally swear at him😭😭i bet he'd let out a couple of moans at that😴)
PLS THIS IS SO LONG,,,i couldn't stop myself cause begging soob>> idk whats gotten into me lately but ig i have a tiny thing for exhibitionism?😩😩no but fr its so hot?
p.s. im glaad ur here for the weekend 😭😭i'll patiently wait for ur official comeback ❣️
i saw this right when i woke up...and jesus, i love you so, so much because😵💫😵💫
are you, by chance talking abt this soob?...
him in a white lab coat😵💫😵💫
okay, okay
class started 10 minutes ago. the students are confused, checking the time, emailing their two new teachers to the class, some are even straight-up leaving, muttering about a waste of time
most stay, wondering if they just forgot or got stuff in traffic or something else
completely unaware to the fact that in the little storage closet off to the side of the room...
their pretty professor is shoved up against the wall, pinned with his arms beside his head, lip tugged between his teeth, panting and whining as he grinds down on your knee.
god, he's so needy, trying to quietly beg for more, gasping at the feeling of your teeth grazing his neck
"y'know, this isn't very professional professor choi," you start, pulling away, too composed when all he can do is let out the neediest little mewl, trying to reach his high while tears form in his eyes.
"d-don't care!" he tries to pull his hands away, cup himself and get the stimulation you're just barely giving him but your grip is iron strong, smile all too teasing and all too mean. "just m-make me feel good! please, wan', wan' you to fuck me!"
you press your thigh up against him hard. "right when all of our students are just outside, huh? want them to know that their professor is in here getting fucked like a slut?"
the moan he lets out is nothing less than completely ruined and very, very loud, reverberating through the small room in a way that would've been so hot if not where you were
his hand is free suddenly, as you slap a hand over his mouth, his eyes going wide. "shut up, you slut," you hiss,
the tears fall and you can feel drool building up behind your hand, he can't help himself, his head going on overdrive, his free hand gripping the bottom of your leg, fucking himself desperately against it.
"please, please, please," he whimpers, words garbled against your hand. "more, need more!"
#inbox💌#soobin smut#sub soobin#sub!soobin#txt smut#sub txt#sub!txt#hard thoughts#txt hard thoughts#dom reader#dom!reader#d7dream<3#ideas👀
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33... and you... and me
It's day 2 of @taznovembercelebration and today's prompt was "promise". I drew a second card and got "celebrity AU" so here's a mix of those. It's extra silly because what is taznc for if not to roll around in the ridiculousness?
You can find yesterday's here, and read this one below or on Ao3.
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"I can't just slide into his dms and propose, you're being ridiculous." Kravitz flops back on the sofa, head in Sloane's lap. "Why'd he have to go and get famous and unobtainable?"
"Ah yes, it would be ridiculous, wouldn't it, for someone to get all famous without warning. Perhaps be some big shot that everyone wants as musical director."
Kravitz harrumphs. "I'm a big name to a very small group of people. It's not the same and you know it. Taako's on TV! Television!! He has live events! He signs things!! He has calendars, every year!!"
"You could have calendars every year if you just listened to my suggestio..."
"Sloane! I am not doing suggestive poses in my pants holding a baton. We've had this conversation an upsetting amount of times."
"Look Krav, I'm gay as hell, but I know excellent marketing when I think of it."
"Uh huh."
"But mostly, I know an excellent distraction when I think of one."
Kravitz is tumbling to the ground before he can do anything to counteract Sloane's shove. She's into the bathroom and has the door locked before he's back on his feet. Maybe he does need to take up yoga or something to help him fall and un-fall more gracefully.
"What’s going on?" Kravitz shouts through the door.
"I'm going through a tunnel, I can't hear you!" Sloane yells back.
"If you're ill you could have just said, do you need me to get you anything?"
"You can't be nice to me right now." Sloane has just enough guilt in her tone to indicate that this was, in fact, not a medical emergency.
"Sloane? What did you do?"
"What am I doING?" Sloane corrects.
"Sloane?" Kravitz tries not to let worry creep into his voice, he fails. Wait... No. No no no! Kravitz pats at his right pocket desperately, then the left just in case he stashed his phone there instead. Nothing. "Tell me you didn't?"
"What's that? Bad line, I can't hear you."
"Sloane!" The panic is there now, evident, front and centre, 100% justified.
There's no reply. Shit. Kravitz runs for his laptop, maybe if he just changes his password...
"I already changed it." Sloane hollers from the bedroom.
Kravitz changes tactic, tries for his emails.
"Sorry Krav, I changed that too."
"You don't even know what I'm doing."
"You're on your emails, you're predicable."
"Actually, I'm calling the police." Kravitz yells, petulant and stupid.
He can hear Sloane snorting with laughter from down the hall. She's never going to let him forget that one. Shit.
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"How bad was the message you sent?"
“The message I sent? Oh, we’re not going to be talking about any messages from me today.”
“What do you mean?”
"Well, while rhapsodising about how much you want to marry Taako, how wonderful you think Taako is, how unobtainable and perfect and wonderful, you forgot to mention that you've stayed in touch. You also forgot to mention that he follows you. You forgot to mention, Kravitz, that you and Taako have been chatting."
"It's not chatting, it's just talking sometimes."
"Uh huh." Sloane narrows her eyes.
"He doesn't know who I am or anything. He probably doesn't even remember me."
Sloane clears her throat and reads off her screen. ""Nice to see that Taako's future husband is keeping it tight." Reply to a photo you sent him in which you're conducting. He does seem to have circled your arse in the screen shot he sent back."
"That's not serious. He's joking."
"And the countdown?"
"What?" Surely she didn't go through the whole conversation? There’s loads of it. So what if Taako messages him sometimes, so they video called semi-occasionally? It didn't mean anything, he'd never specifically said it meant anything.
"And I quote." Kravitz didn't like the sound of that. "Happy birthday, wandsome, 4 years 'til you're mine."
"That's... It… It doesn’t…"
"3 years 'til we can buy the cottage and run away together, handsome. Temporarily, obvi, Taako needs to stay current."
"How many screenshots do you have?" Kravitz might be able to anticipate exactly how bad this is if he knows. Maybe she searched for keywords and didn’t scroll.
"Your birthday last year: "1 year, we're nearly there, don't go falling in love with anyone else.""
"Okay, I get it. He talks to me and he remembers my birthday."
"Kravitz, you are, as ever, focusing on the wrong headline here. He remembers the promise, you know, the one you've been agonising over? Positively fretting about, in fact. "Should I remind him? Should I see if he's interested?" The answer's yes, Krav, you should see if the man who has reminded you about the ridiculous fucking promise for the last 3 years is interested in following through."
"But his boyfriend?"
"Hold on, wait, what boyfriend? Have you been messaging him even though he's with someone else?? Kravitz!"
"He's never mentioned him to me. Just, there's been a few interviews..." He tails off.
Sloane taps at her phone.
"Are you googling Taako?"
"No, I'm googling "boyfriend "Taako Tacco"" because I actually want relevant results."
Kravitz sighs and takes his place at Sloane's shoulder. Their height difference was nothing if not perfect for group research.
"My boyfriend doesn't like to be in the spotlight, we'll, apart from when he's doing it for work, he's a baller music guy, only the best for Taako, natch."
Sloane turned slowly to glance at Kravitz.
"I don't know who it is." He shrugs. "Taako didn't mention him to me, so I thought maybe it was to keep them off his back, or, you know, some kind of stunt."
"Mmm hmm. Well here's one from earlier this year, see if you can think of anyone it might be. Taako says: "I think it's pretty serious. We talked about marriage a long time ago and we check in every year. Mind you, who wouldn't want to be married to America's favourite kitchen wizard?""
"He's not wrong. Anyone would jump at the chance." Maybe his voice isn't meant to sound so dreamy, but it's Taako. He's everything Kravitz wants from a partner, funny, attentive, generous, smart, gorgeous.
Sloane all but groans. "Gross." She grimaces up at Kravitz. "Being disgusting isn't getting you out of this though, next one: "yeah, I'm sure he's the one. I've known him forever and haven't been interested in anyone else." Oh, and here’s some more, interesting: "he comes to my shows occasionally, I love it when he's in the audience, always inspires a bit of extra magic, gotta make sure he remembers how great Taako is." Haven't you been to a few of his shows, Kravitz?"
"Well obviously, I go whenever I can." He does, it's important to support your friend who you may also be in love with. It’s also really nice when Taako comps his ticket, although they agreed to do one on one off so Kravitz can support the show too.
"And you let him know you're going?"
"Well it usually comes up when we're chatting, or, you know, planning when to meet up?"
"Oh, so you've been meeting up?"
"Yeah, of course.” Kravitz hesitates. “...Only when he's in town and, you know, the times I flew out to meet him."
"Uh huh." Sloane's doing the voice she usually adopts when Kravitz is being particularly dim about something.
"It's nice, you know, to keep in touch."
"Would you say you keep in touch a normal amount, based on your other acquaintances?" There's a trap here, Kravitz can tell, but he doesn't know what it is.
"Well I talk to him less than you, and you're basically my only other friend."
"Oh don't make it sad when I'm trying to bully you."
"Sorry." Kravitz says, resting his chin on her shoulder, that might garner enough sympathy to get him out of this.
"So how often would you say you kiss, you know, when you're seeing each other a normal amount?"
Or maybe it wouldn’t get him of out this. Kravitz tries hard not to freeze up and demonstrate the level of panic flowing through him. "Ah… well, you know... The, er, the usual amount." He says, casually. Definitely casually. She won't suspect anything.
"Which issssss?"
Shit. Well, honest is the best policy. “Every time. Obviously. Kiss your homies."
"We're homies, we don't kiss."
"Would you, er... Like to?" Kravitz's throat is dry, clicking as he tries to get the words out. He really doesn’t want to have to kiss Sloane.
Sloane lurches away from him. “No! Gross. God.”
“Alright, there’s no need to be so totally disgusted about it.” He doesn’t need to be defensive about this, he doesn’t want to be defensive about this! He had one misguided attempt at kissing girls and realised very quickly that he had no interest in it, but, pride is a fickle thing, and Kravitz clearly needs to work on his.
“Are you actually upset that I, a gay woman, don’t want to kiss you, a gay man, who has absolutely no interest in me and knows that I don’t want any kind of romantic relationship with him? Also, what exactly do you think Hurley’s going to say when I tell her about this?”
“No! But…”
“Kravitz, you are very handsome, I will not stroke your ego any more than that. Back on track - you’ve been kissing Taako on the reg for at least 3 years now?”
Kravitz cringes.
“Kravitz!”
If he doesn’t reply he can’t be in trouble. That’s science.
“Kravitz AdventureZone! How long?”
“Six years.” He mumbles as quietly as he dares.
“One more time there, friend?”
“Six years.” He says more clearly, he’s not going to repeat it again.
“Six fucking years? I thought you were going out of town for work stuff!”
“I was sometimes! You didn’t ask every time.”
“I…” Sloane gives an exasperated sigh.
“Please tell me you know who his boyfriend is.”
“I just told you, Taako’s never mentioned him, I don’t know if he exists.”
“Kravitz. Engage your brain. Think about this. You have been seeing this man regularly kissing and I assume more…”
“I read about brojobs one time and just kind of assumed it was an extension of tha…”
“No, stop talking right now immediately. I refuse to hear you say anything else about boning down. You have never seen a penis before, even your own.” Sloane clamps a hand across his mouth. “Now, you’ve been seeing him regularly, kissing, more.” Sloane presses her hand down more firmly, just in case he tries to add anything else. “... and you work in music.” She removes her hand.
“I work in music.” Kravitz says quietly.
“You sure do.”
“And we message nearly every day, and video call a few times a week.”
“Uh huh.”
“And he sends me nice things and I send him nice things.”
“Yep.”
“And we joke about the promise every year.”
“Do you think maybe it’s not a joke?”
“He could have anyone!”
“I’m not convinced he wants anyone else, Krav.”
“I… I’m dating Taako?”
“Sure are, bud.”
“I. Fuck.” Kravitz sits down on the floor. “He never said.” He says, more to his feet than to Sloane. His Mums always taught him to put his head between his bent knees when he felt floaty so he could be small and heavy instead.
“Apart from all the times you talked about getting married?”
“He didn’t specify he wasn’t joking.”
“Did he specify that he was?”
“No.” Kravitz says, sulkily.
“And how about all the times you talked about moving in together?”
“We moved in together!” There, he’s being reasonable! Flawless logic.
“Yeah, but you’re not in love with me are you?”
“No.” Says Kravitz reluctant to admit defeat... Although, actually, wait. “But he doesn’t know that!”
“That you’re not in love with me?”
“No! That I’m in love with him.”
“So you haven’t told him you love him?”
“Well, I mean, I obviously tell him I love him.”
“Uh huh.” Sloane sounds like she’s about to implode.
“But like, in the normal way.”
“Uh huh.” He’s not sure he’s ever heard her voice pitched so high. “When you say normal?”
“Just like, the usual amount, that I would tell a friend who I’m in love with and also sleeping with and seeing regularly and… fuck.”
“Yes, you already established the fucking, there’s no need to boast.”
Kravitz should laugh, it’s funny, is the thing, it really is, but right now he’s rehashing 6 years worth of memories. It seems obvious, now that Sloane has laid it out for him, but how was he supposed to know? If no one clarifies then why’s he suddenly supposed to assume they’re dating and not just friends? At what point does that even happen? It’s been wonderful, is the thing, he loves that man, deeply, truly, passionately. That was the reason he’d brought up the promise in the first place. When they both hit 33, if there was no one else they wanted to marry, they’d marry each other. It had been the perfect plan when they were 10, and 15, and 20. But Taako had gone off and been famous and they saw each other less and Kravitz had just assumed that now that the world loved Taako too Taako would love someone else.
But he didn’t.
He hadn’t for the past who knows how many years, he definitely hadn’t for the last 6, because he’d picked Kravitz, chosen him to pour his time and his love into and Kravitz hadn’t even noticed properly. Or, of course he’d noticed that it was an important relationship. He’d celebrated Taako’s achievements, birthdays, candlenights; he’d bought every single one of his calendars and made him autograph them; he even made the world’s first and only copy of ‘“Got Wood?” a conductor pin up calendar’ for Taako. But no one had explicitly said they were dating. Taako hadn’t acknowledged it, well, except in the interviews… shit.
Kravitz stood up too fast, grabbed the table to steady himself. “I need to buy a ring.”
“Right now?”
“Right now! It’s nearly my birthday.”
“The promise?”
“Yes. I intend to keep it.”
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Want to read more? Find Day 3 here.
#Sometimes it's tricky to know what's a relationship and what isn't#If everyone could just say the exact thing they mean and be really clear about it that would be great actually#Taakitz#Kravitz and Sloane are best friends and I'll hear no different#Kravitz#TAZb#TAZ Balance#TAZ fic#The Adventure Zone#Noodyl Writes#TAZnc#TAZ November Celebration
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so on a personal note, i applied to a creative writing masters over the past few months. i’ve been so excited for it, and worked on my own novel so hard for the portfolio i ended up submitting. it took a lot of strength but i shared my novel with so many close friends and family which i’ve never done before, but ultimately it was to get me used to that personal critique and feedback which was great.
i had my interview for said masters yesterday. it went terribly. like genuinely awful. the lecturers interviewing me were mean, and cruel, and i’ve honestly never felt worse about myself or my work from it. this isn’t just me saying “it went bad” as a blanket statement; it was honestly disastrous from the get-go, and it made me wonder why they’d even wanted to interview me in the first place from the portfolio they read, and why they’d even seen any semblance of potential within my words. even now i’m wondering why they went to such lengths to ridicule me, and make me feel stupid. surely it would have been easier to deny my application than berate me for 30 whole minutes, huh?
anyway. i knew after the interview that they didn’t like me, and that they were going to reject my application. i was right, and got the email earlier today that they’d decided not to accept me for the course. i am gutted. i am genuinely so upset.
i’ve been writing for 10 years now, just from loving it. i’m self taught, and don’t know shit about processes of publishing, nor the proper way to plan a story and world build. i said that in my personal statement. yet they still decided to go ahead with my work and interview me, so they must have seen some potential, right? i don’t fucking know, but from how those lecturers acted and what they said, it really didn’t fucking seem like it.
TLDR: i applied for a creative writing masters, the interview was awful, and i didn’t get in.
but in hindsight, after sitting on it for these few hours, i think i’m better off not going into an academic environment where those two lecturers didn’t like me or my work. my time and energy and money would not be worth trying to live up to their standards. so maybe this was a blessing in disguise and there are other avenues out there for me instead.
my best friend begged for me not to take this to heart and to keep writing, and i will. this was an awful experience and honestly has swayed me from ever pursuing an academic degree to do with my writing, but that won’t stop me from continuing with my novel, or my works, or anything that brings me joy.
this just fucking sucked, and maybe i’m not as good or passionate as i thought i was, but that won’t stop me. sorry for the long post. just wanted to get it out there. i’m still going to be published one day. i’m still going to write books and things i enjoy. fuck those guys, and fuck that masters degree.
lots of love x
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6 and/or 8 for Taakitz, please? And thank you for letting people make requests! Your writing is food for the concept that exists inbetween the heart and the soul.
“Soooo,” Taako drawls, sitting on the library table Kravitz is working out. Leaning might be a more accurate gerund, actually, leaning with intent. Twirling his hair and fluttering his eyelashes, which are, admittedly, very pretty. Not that Kravitz was looking, because his eyes are glued to his incredibly expensive textbook and all of the information he is gleaning. He is gleaning so hard up in this bitch right now. Despite all the distractions. “Why does everyone say you’re a freak?”
Okay, gleaning halted. Kravitz looks up, and looks at Taako, whose face is way too close and way too pretty and way too much to handle at nearly midnight the week before midterms. Sure, this is Kravitz’s second round of college, because shut up is why, and you’d think he’d have managing distractions down to a pulp, if not an art, but Taako seems to be the artiste here, and Kravitz is finding himself completely awash in paint. Maybe he’s been studying too long, because he’s having a bit of a hard time choo-chooing his train of thought along the classic tracks.
“Huh?” he says, elegantly. Nailed it.
“I said,” Taako tilts his head, just really going for that solid eye contact that feels almost shameful here in practically-public. “Why does everyone say you’re a freak?”
“Uh,” Kravitz says. “I’m busy-”
“No you aren’t. You haven’t turned a page in half an hour.”
“The print is small.”
“Answer my question, gorgeous.”
So the flirtatious read wasn’t hot bullshit. Kravitz swallows, thinking of the Goldilocks tale of bullshits and their various temperatures. God, it is late. His eyes squeak when he blinks them.
“Uh,” he repeats. Still got it. “Is this a rhetorical question?”
“Maybe.” Taako flips his hair over his shoulder and shifts, making himself comfortable on the library table. He glances at Kravitz’s messenger bag, with all the grace of a cat about to do something rude to prove gravity still works. “Maybe not. I’ve heard a lot of things about you, seen a lot of you avoiding being around. You’re in my astronomy class.”
“I needed the credits.”
“You corrected the prof three times yesterday.”
“Well,” Kravitz can’t believe he’s holding this stare. He feels like he got too ambitious trying to get all the groceries in the house at once. “He was wrong.”
Taako laughs like this is the funniest thing he’s ever heard. Kravitz has been flirted with before, a few times, but not like this. He wonders if it’s a case of mistaken identity. But he super did correct that professor, honestly, four times yesterday. He got a tasteful email about it and everything.
“So true,” Taako says. He reminds Kravitz of the caterpillar in Alice and Wonderland. Or the Cheshire Cat. That smile could outlast all of his features. “I’ve also noticed how you tend to disappear.”
Kravitz feels the cold fingers of death on the piano keys of his spine.
“I go home after class, I, um. I have no reason to stick around.”
“Not just after class.” Taako’s Cheshire smile widens. Kravitz’s vision blurs the rest of him around the edges. “You have a real talent for it, don’t you?”
“Uh.” Usually Kravitz would have more of an argument, but this whole thing has caught him off-guard. “Talent for what?”
“Blending into the shadows. Slipping away.” Taako breaks the eye contact to check his nails loftily and Kravitz breathes for the first time in far too long. Studying is now completely forgotten.
“I don’t, I, I don’t know what you mean.”
“Don’t play dumb. It’s not the part for you.” Taako pats his cheek. His hands are way warmer than Kravitz’s skin, and both of them clock it. Speaking of, Kravitz can hear the library clock in his ears like he swallowed the whole thing crocodile-style. “Kravitz, you have some particular skills, don’t you?”
“Who’s asking?” Kravitz’s mouth is so dry he could light a match on the sandpaper of his tongue.
“Someone with similar skills. Someone looking for…” he trails off. Kravitz understands. He wants to glance around, check that no one else in the library is watching, but it’s midnight before the week of midterms. And anyone who looked would just think Taako was flirting with him, not asking about the secret abilities he has when no one else is looking.
Maybe he’s doing both. Wouldn’t that be something.
“And if I have…what you’re looking for?”
“We could really give them something to talk about.” Taako winks. It makes Kravitz’s heart start all over again. “Don’t you think?”
#thank you!!!!!!#sorry it has been so long. soo long.#fan5fics#taz#tazb#taz balance#the adventure zone balance#the adventure zone#taakitz#taakitz fic
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“when the people said you were a god, you were a god. If the people said you were shit, then you were shit.” This is delightful
I read TGCF in spring of 2020, sitting on my porch roof amongst blooming dogwood trees, and it was the most pleasant experience reading a book I may have ever had. I livetweeted and since twitter seems to be barrelling towards self destruction I am archiving the live-tweet here.
this book is hilarious and I am 2 seconds in
“Body in the abyss, heart in paradise” is a cool phrase in translation but I bet the chengyu is better
what say a good crown price you have there—would be a shame if SOMETHING WERE TO HAPPEN TO HIM
Crown Prince Is A Total Himbo
“when the people said you were a god, you were a god. If the people said you were shit, then you were shit.” This is delightful
“Blood Rain Reaching Towards A Flower” is a metal af name
I fell asleep during my reading time last night but: team XIE LIAN IS A HIMBO & I’m waiting to be proven wrong about this
this book is funny & xie lian is peak Dumb Baby
xie lian + wei wuxian = forgetting everyone’s names
Xie Lian gets sassy
I love Ruoye. almost as much as the butterfly baby
I too want to be with the woman holding a knife to my throat
PUTTING UP AN UMBRELLA TO PROTECT XIE LIAN FROM THE RAIN OF BLOOD IN THE CORPSE FOREST IS SO ROMANTIC
Wait this is way too early in this very long book for me to have feels about Xuan Ji & Pei Ling
magine if your favorite scarf was also a pet and friend & that’s Ruoye, my new favorite magical accessory
I’m pretty immune to body horror & the Human Face Plague is Not Cool Not Cool Not Cool
Oh Xie Lian was about due for a Himbo moment huh
ten thousand withered bones
OUR LOVE INTEREST IS FIRST NAMED! WE LOVE HIM ALREADY
Among the Four Calamities and Four Famous Tales...there are NATURAL pairings here
But we love every one of His facets, our Demon Lord, Hua Cheng
OF COURSE Hua Cheng lives in a volcano city. I have met him once for three pages & I already know he Respects Aesthetics
Xie Lian sighs, contended, proud of his Demon Crush
THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT XIE LIAN WOULD HAVE DONE IF HE COULD NO WONDER HIS CRUSH IS SO STRONG
Xie Lian, after hearing eight pages of description of how everyone is scared of Hua Cheng: mmmm sexy
Ok i got really into this part and fffff i have to be at work in 6 hours. Ch 13 later with more Himbo Xie Lian & Lonely Yet Too Smart For The Room Hua Cheng
Xie Lian....the Himbo who got kicked out in 15 minutes for calling out eerybody.....Hua Cheng who is so fed up he was like “fuck it im out ANd im better than all of u”........energy
Xie Lian replying to all in the email chain & everyone like SHUT UP BOOMER
Xie Lian just wants to be debt free. Millennials would worship at his shrine
Xie Lian eating trash. Man mxtx really loves to drag this guy
I love their dappled sunlit ride in a haywagon together #romance wait what’s their hashtag what’s the wangxian of #TGCF (it’s #hualian)
oh no Hua Cheng is Soft crying emojis
I would apologize but I’m loving my Exquisitely Slow Stop-Every-Page Livetweet read of #TGCF lets appreciate these soft gays
LOVE! SOFT GAYS!
God their dynamic is so sweet and Soft
Scaring away the ghosts for your crush and then telling him “no you did it” #justHuaChengthings
Xie Lian renowned himbo tries to flirt & be smooth
AND THERE WAS ONLY ONE BED
san lang i love u
Omg these gay babies
gay BABIES who go STARGAZING TOGETHER
(3/26/20) reading tgcf at work is the most enjoyable day I’ve had at work all week and NO ONE GOT STABBED TWENTY TIMES, UNLIKE YESTERDAY
Xie Lian giving up his hat......so soft..... Hualian standing shoulder to shoulder staring at the stars.......soft
Omg Hua Cheng breaking the sword in the sheath....the inexpert power dynamics of Nan Feng & Fuyao trying to trick him & failing....Xie Lian couldnt dissemble if his life depended on it....it’s Good Fucking Food
“WHO THE FUCK DECIDED THAT MY BOYFRIEND SHOULD GET SNAKE BIT IM REAL OVER Y’ALL” -Hua Cheng, probably
Xie “I’d rather die than risk the possibility of my boyfriend getting snake bite” Lian
they’re moving real fast huh
This person buried in the mud who became a demon is also v creepy there’s a lot of creepy stuff in this book!!!
from one demon to another, bro—
XL: I’ve known San Lang for two days and if anything happened to him I would kill everyone in this room and then myself
Even the Pet-Weapon-Fashion Accessory Ruoye ships them
OH MY GOD HE KILLED EVERY DEMON IN THE PIT I
THATS GODDAMN ROMANCE
Murder pit?? But i wanna see my boyfriends new body
Murder pit? 4/10. My hot “friend” 8/10
Okay i did NOT see this twist coming
Lolololol #hualian
Substantial Boyfriend Himbo move by Xie Lian here
incoherent screaming FLOWER UNDER THE UMBRELLA IN THE BLOOD RAIN
Nan Feng: STOP HAVING A ROMANCE ITS MAKING ME FEEL ICKY
incohereNT SCREAMING HUALIAN
Archive note: for interest, this is where season one of the Heaven Official Blessing donghua stopped!
continued in part 2.
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Chapter 3: Knowing
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Summary: Bucky writes you a letter
Word Count: 1,066
Warnings: 1 swear word
Y/N’s POV
A loud ringing interrupted you putting your socks on while you were microwaving your breakfast. You realized it was your phone, you walked over to the kitchen counter to grab it.
It was Wanda
You chuckled and pressed accept, only she would call you 13 minutes before work, where you’d both see one another for another 6-7 hours.
"Hey Wan-"
"OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD Y/NNNNNNNNNNN!" Your best friend shouted
"Wanda?! What the hell are you ok?" You chuckled as you got your pizza out of the microwave and started eating it.
"NO Y/N YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I JUST SAW YESTERDAY!"
"I'll understand if you tell me!" You laughed
"OKOKOKOKOK SO- I saw Bucky outside of the apartment and he put an envelope in the mailbox!"
"Ok..so? He's allowed to mail things to other people Wanda. Wait- how'd you even see that?"
"I was going grocery shopping and when I walked back I passed your apartment."
"Oh."
"Y/N!! He used YOUR envelope..I THINK HE MAILED YOU BACK Y/N!"
Wait what-
No no no no…this wasn't how it was supposed to go.
It was just a stupid joke to get banana bread.
You didn't think he'd read it..much less write you back…
oh god this is bad..this is really bad.
But..you wondered what he wrote…really wondered..
"Wanda….if he mailed me back then…OH MY GOD HE'S GONNA WANNA KNOW WHO I AM!!"
"THAT'S GOOD! Now you two can be together!"
"WANDA! I- Jesus Christ I'll see you at work so we can talk about this, ok?" You said running out the door, hoping you didn't run into the man of the hour.
"Ok!"
~At work
You walked up the stairs to your office and saw Wanda sitting down. She waved at you and patted the seat next to her, signaling for you to sit down quickly. You speed-walked to the seat and she immediately started to tell you everything.
"-and I saw him use the envelope you used for your poem. I really do think he was writing to you y/n."
"Ugh, he probably wrote something telling me to please never write to him again." You said dropping your head down on the desk..in a not so quiet manner. At least three people turned to look at you and turned away again.
"I doubt it..he looked happy when he put it in. Like giggling, blushing happiness."
"Well we'll find out when I go home." You said opening up your laptop to see what the hell was going on today.
Paperwork, not for you. More paperwork..also not for you.
Oh here's an email…for Natasha.
How come none of your clients need anything?
"Hey Wanda?"
"Mhm?"
"You wanna leave early?" You both didn't really have anything to do..and it was a Friday.
"Sure? We can go to Starbucks or something..then to your house and watch some TV or read the letter Bucky wrote to you or we could-"
"Uhm hold up a minute- first of all I'm still not sure he wrote it and second of all even if Bucky did write it how do we even know that he wrote something nice?"
You took a deep breath and tried to accept the hard but completely possible reality.
"Ok why would sweet, kind, caring smart Bucky- Wanda you ok?"
She kept making weird gestures at behind you and- oh shit
Bucky's behind you
"Sweet, kind and caring huh? I'm flattered, y/n." Bucky said, cockiness in his voice apparent.
"So uh, what's all the talk about me being sweet, kind and caring?"
"Oh uhm that's my husband…I have to take this call." Wanda said, attempting to escape the hella awkward situation you created..and succeeding.
"I uhm- have to go talk to Tony about uhm a client's- s-stud STUFF- stuff..bye-" You rushed..leaving Bucky there looking confused and amused. How oblivious could this ass be?
This was the worst day possible…least ya had a letter to go home to..
~Time skip
You went to check the apartment mailbox and there it was..your envelope.
"To my dear anonymous B-bucky"
Oh..his dear..that made you weak
You quickly walked up to your floor and walked into your apartment.
"Ok..I'm not gonna check it yet. I'll just- I'll just look after myself in the meanwhile." You said as you walked over to your room to undress and get a towel. You spent at least a half hour in the bathtub soaking in warm water. Afterwards you came out, dried off and went on a mini mission to find the comfiest clothes in your drawers. Pulling out your fluffy sweats, a big Savage Garden t-shirt and two different fluffy socks..you went over to your desk.
Where the envelope was
Oh jeez….
You grabbed it and flopped down on your couch and very carefully opened the envelope. You saw very small rip marks where the glue lined the envelope…
he really did try to be careful with it didn't he?
The paper looked worn out...like as if he had written a million different things down but had decided none of them were right. It was still clean and smooth..but it wasn't a one time job.
There was thought in the letter…
Oh my god..he wants to get to know you.
Holy. Shit. He actually wants to know more about you. The thought of Bucky showing an interest in you made you swoon like an idiot..even if he didn't know it was you.
His first question was what was your favorite flower.
It's odd but you fell in love with him even more over the idea that he didn't ask for a name..
You smiled to yourself and hugged the note. Going over to your desk you took out a piece of paper and started to write down your next poem for Bucky. You didn't know it yet but this was the start to a whole world of possibilities.
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Random Blond working 1/20/17
I mean, Random was really good at telling me how many clients...or Horse is good...this feels like Random though..(a long sigh)
I need some...i need....a male...to strengthen me up. I’m not sleeping well. I don’t have my father. I don’t have my brother. I don’t have my boyfriend really.
And i need to know if i should plan on staying here the next couple of days. (another sigh) (drinks coffee)
(lovingly) Random. Hello.
I won’t pretend that i’m not having thought of....(teary) putting a knife in my stomach. Random. She is getting to me.
She is.
I’m scared.
I’m tired, tired, tired. I can’t really sleep. I mean i can but i’m not sleeping...i mean i think you can feel, there’s a war in my body.
So first item up for business. Let’s talk about today.
Are you sitting on the bed?
I’m starting to get...delight from the fact that you come and appear and sit somewhere.
Are you in that corner?
(cries harder) sorry.
(transmission) okay. 1st item up...am i gonna be busy today?
You think i’m gonna be able to make some money.
“So extend it to Wednesday or Thursday.”
Ok. you think it’s *safe*.
And you think my business is gonna pick up.
You’re so good at knowing how many sessions i’ll have...all of that ...So you think i should just stick it out.
And i should go home and grab a bag full of stuff. Got it.Maybe tonight? Ok.
None of those pictures are great! Its too bad. (cracking up) i didn’t really take many pictures of myself in italy was too busy having a psychic opening (finds this hilarious)
Sorry. I mean why would you be taking pictures of yourself when you’re busy talking to spirits? It’s not what’s happening...you know? It’s just...you’re into something new.
So blond is still pregnant, huh?
When is that gonna happen?
You guys said it was gonna happen soon. Or are they gonna....
Cause katie tried to tell me again yesterday that it was gonna happen last night so
my question is, am i being thrown alternate worlds again?
I am. (deep sigh)
Ok well what about my brother?
What about what she’s saying about him, and suicide? Is that an alternate world?
No.
So, i still have to write that.
Ok.
If you would just send me a bunch of wonderful clients...so i won’t have to be worried about money.
And keep Blondrichclosetwitch and her people away from me. I will get to work. I will calm my body down, i will calm my brain down. I can do those things, i know how to do it. And i’m willing to learn extra skills, you know that. I’m willing to get back into training..i’m ready for that. But i need you to bring the work to me, i need the work to come so that i can get out of fear, and get my bills paid..
And i need this girl to stop fucking with me.
I only contacted her mother, because i thought that’s what you guys told me to do? And it has *blown up* in my face, as you see.
Did you see how many phone calls i got??
And they’re all from her, right?
But she sent me some, right?
The email from yesterday was that from her?
And the charles d guy, that was her.
So katie is pretty reliable as far as saying which are Blond, right?
But you’re saying that some of the phone calls are real phone calls?
(deep sigh)
So what am i supposed to do? Just not work in New York anymore? Is that the answer?
“New York’s over. New York’s done.”
New york is not done. I can’t let her run me out of town. Are her friends getting tired of it? So now it’s just really her by herself?
So like....
Do maggie and them know that she’s doing it to me right now?
Have they told her not to do it?
Has lonnie told her not to do it? (sigh) do you think i should contact lonnie?
But he knows about the witchcraft, right?
(dejected) i thought he would help me.
I know he’s scared of her.
So you thinki should...go into the city tonight to lafayette and see if Jakk has a letter for me?
And then go home. And grab my stuff.
(transmission)
(doubtful) Maggie ________? I should get in touch with Maggie _______? You think so?
Hold on let me stand up
(disbelieving) you’re saying get in touch with maggie.
(transmission)
She’ll talk to me?
(starts pressing buttons)
Blond.
Wow.
Ok. i took the other picture down...because you know. John. it was too much for him. And it was only right.
Are you telling me something?
What?
(soft) i’m listening. Katie’s little sister? What?
Is it...john?
What did he think when he saw...what did he think when he saw my text about learning the psalms?
It meant something to him.
Did he know it was because of katie?
Did Jakk and Blond file for divorce yet? In my world. In real time.
For real? For real?
“But she thinks she’s gonna hold him with the baby.”
Did she tell people that they filed for divorce?
(tersely) Am i going to find out in three weeks that they did not file for divorce?
Um......so you think contact Maggie.
Do you think i should write laurie an email explaining what has gone on?
Explain to me something, so is katie 100% right when she says “yes that call is blond”?
So it;’s just a matter of..i’m just assuming any 917 number is a Blond number, and i just need to ask katie “is that a Blond call” everytime.
Ok i feel better.
I miss you so much.
I wish the last time i’d seen you hadn’t been so...no we didn’t fight the last time i saw you...but i left after bringing you a cobbler...and i had to go back to work...i wasn’t ready. You know? But i love you so much. And i guess we just get to do it this way.
You’re such a good protector.
It’s gonna be ok. I love you. I’m gonna have to go wake the child soon. Thank you i feel better..
...what was that dream about the twin girls about?
Is trump gonna stay president the whole four years??
Is it gonna be as bad as we think it is?
Oh god.
(end tape)
Gina 1/20/17
Calling in whomever decides to come, Calling in my protective spirits
Calling in Random, calling in Gina, .,......(sweetly).is that you Gina?
Jesus christ girl i’m so happy to see you
Glad you’re here
Do you agree that the hotel is the best place for me right now? As far as making money goes Do you agree with maya that i need to change my phone and my website and my name and..all that
Do you agree that i should extend til wed-thurs?
Am i protected?
Does jakk know what’s going on? Yes
Has he already filed for divorce
Yes. Holy shit, yes. Ok. so blond is still pregnant?
Whenis she going to miscarry? Can you tell me that? Can you tell me what day?
I love you girl i love you so much and i am so happy to see you. I am so fucking happy to see you.
Oh my god. (teary) i have been so scared.
Don’t be scared, i hear you saying.
Is she gonna miscarry tonight?
Tomorrow?
Sunday? (She pulls out a calendar and starts naming the dates one by one )
The third of march? The 7th? On the 9th? On the 11th? The 12th?
On the 20th? On the 23rd? (she gets to april and gets more and more stressed) on april 17? On april 17th?
So that’s 1,2,3,4,,6,7,8,9,10, 11,12, 13, 14,1,16,17,18, 19, 20.......wait.
Are you serious?
will they be divorced already? April 17th? April 17th?
Should i tell Jakk?
Wait, what are you saying now? What are you saying? What? Wait help me, help me figure it out.
(transmission)
Yes i know she hates me.
So she’s gonna miscarry....in april?and i’m supposed to tell Jakk this?
But their divorce is underway, you’re saying.
And she’s watching his email, right? So email is out.
She looks at the text messages on his phone. So texting is out. So what medium are we supposed to be using to communicate now?
Can he communicate with me......telepathically?
He can. Is that the only way?
“And through Katie.”
I sent him messages through insta yesterday...was that ok?
Cause she doesn’t know about that
But mostly we should use telepathic?
Ok. and i should tell him what you just told me. Is there anything else i should tell him? What else should i tell him?
I’m not getting it.
That she’s gonna go crazy? From..the miscarriage?
Is that what it is?
“That he needs to get out before the miscarriage.”
Ok.
So he needs to get out before then.
Is there anything else?
Ok. do you want to connect me to him so i can tell him?or connect me to katie or however
Hi bambina I need you to connect me to jakk
Hi jakk...it’s tinka....hi...i know you’re busy, i’m sorry to bother you...but i just got a message and they want me....hi babe! Hi ((seems to recognize her, she laughs) i miss you, i miss you a lot...i was just given information, and they need me to pass it on to you, and so i’m gonna speak quickly and clearly.....it’s kind of intense information so just take a breath...but i have to give it to you.
I was just speaking to one of my first guides, Gina, who i haven’t spoken to in a while, and she was just talking about Blond, and the pregnancy. And about....are you ok? Ok. and i was asking her about..when...what was happening with it, and she gave me a date and she said that the pregnancy was gonna terminate, and it was gonna happen on april 17th...it was going to make Blond go crazy. It is of vital importance that you are out of the picture by then, that you need to get out.
She wanted me to give you that information. That the date is april 17th
You need to be away from Blond. This was never a pregnancy that was supposed to come into fruition, and that they want me to pass this message on to you. And i’m sorry to have to do that, i’m just being the messenger. And you need to expedite whatever’s happening over there, and make sure that you’re gone. She’s gonna lose it, big time. And that’s all.
that’s what Gina wanted me to tell you. I know you’re at work, i don’t want to bother you. I’m trying to stay protected and i hope you’re staying protected.
I don’t really know what else is going on but i hope that we can find our way to each other, or find our way to something more peaceful. I’m concerned and scared but i know the spirits are doing their best to protect us both. Anyway i’m thinking about you.
April 17th. Whatever you do, do not tell her. And get.....get out. Ok. i hope to talk to you or see you soon. Ok bye.
Ok katie.
Gina.........this is sad. I can’t even deal with this right now. I think we need to pack. (eats something, probably ramen)
(end of tape)
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New Story, Part 1: Amelia and Grace
//Hey! I published this story on Wattpad so go check it out. I'll also be pasting it here. Enjoy!//
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Amelia punched her debit card number into her phone and hit “order.” She relaxed into her recliner and set her phone down, happy to be done with work for the week.
“Isn’t this great, Reese?” she sighed, turning on the TV. “A lonely day for relaxing, just you and me.” The dog woofed in response and she tossed him a treat, which he happily devoured. “Good boy.”
A knock on the door interrupted her thoughts and she jumped. Huh, she thought, checking her phone, which hadn’t buzzed. I didn’t get an email saying my order was here. She rushed to the door and, sure enough, her delivery driver was standing there with a bag of fast food and a coffee. She thanked him and handed him a $5 bill, then shut the door and sat down to eat, thinking.
It was odd that she hadn’t received an email notification; maybe it had been sent to spam? Amelia checked her spam folder and didn’t see anything, then scoured the rest of her emails to make sure she hadn’t missed it. There was nothing. In fact, she hadn’t gotten notifications in weeks, ever since she had started using this new delivery service. Did they just… not email you?
She opened up the delivery app and checked her personal information, scrolling down to the “email” slot.
Oh, fuck- Amelia sighed. Her email had 331 at the end. She had signed up for the account with the wrong email address. Quickly, she changed the email in the app and set her phone back down. Crisis resolved, she thought, and carried on with her day.
She got an email for her order that next Saturday and went through the day with no problems. The Sunday after, she awoke to a knock at her door. Groggily, she wondered who could be visiting at - she checked the clock - 8 am? She shuffled to the door, Reese close at her heels.
“Hi! Are you Amelia?” the girl at the door asked cheerily.
“I, uh- yes. Did you need something?”
The girl smiled and held up a bag. “This is for you.” She handed it over and Amelia took it, confused. She opened the bag and found her usual breakfast order.
“What the- I didn’t order this?” She was bewildered. Had she placed an order without remembering?
The girl at the door laughed. “I didn’t get the email for your order yesterday. I figured you must have realized your mistake and changed it, and to be honest, I really looked forward to seeing your order pop up in my notifications every week. So I stopped by your usual place and got you a little something, figured I’d introduce myself.”
Amelia gawked at the stranger standing before her, still too tired to comprehend what was going on. “Oh- that’s a little weird but thank you.” She moved to the side to let her in. “What’s your name?”
“I’m Grace,” she said, trotting in and sitting on the sofa. Once the door was shut and they were both inside, Amelia took in Grace’s appearance. The girl was clean but slightly disheveled. Her hair looked unbrushed and her clothes, a baggy T-shirt and sweatpants, were wrinkled, as though they’d been haphazardly plucked from a pile of laundry. She sported a wolf cut and red eyeliner. Despite her choice of style, she was actually very pretty, perhaps not conventionally attractive, but good-looking nonetheless. Amelia found herself drawn to this stalkerish stranger.
“Would you like anything to eat or drink?” Amelia asked, suddenly finding herself the host to a party she didn’t know she was throwing.
Grace chuckled lightly, holding up a coffee cup identical to the one she’d given Amelia a few moments ago. She hadn’t even noticed. They sat in awkward silence for a bit, until Grace spoke.
“I’m sorry if this seems a bit weird. I really didn’t mean anything by it. I just moved here and, well, I have a hard time making friends. I thought this might be a good opportunity and-”
Amelia cut her off. “It’s okay. Free breakfast for me, new friend for you!” She laughed heartily, warming up to this eccentric girl. “So tell me a little about where you’re from.”
The two sat and talked for hours until Grace finally had to go home. As Amelia walked her to the door, she was hit by a wave of contentment. She’d enjoyed this girl’s company more than she thought she would, especially given the… circumstances behind her arrival. She was taken aback by Grace’s boldness, but endeared by it nonetheless. The two exchanged phone numbers before parting, and Amelia spent the rest of the day thinking about her. She wondered if Grace was thinking about her, too.
#writing#amateur writing#relationships#fiction#short story#love#lgbt#toxic relationship#stalker#stalking#sapphic relationship#toxic
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Kill list liveblog I wrote in my notes app time!!
His sunglasses are off kilter and he looks so wrong the way his suit is buttoned up, likes it too big for him. I don't think he feels as on top of the world as he theoretically is. Right back to ep.1. Good music. Good shit with them all stopping in place but bad choice Ken lol. Shall we maybe not do the bad version lol. He hasn't been there for a while goddamn. Ahahhaha Kendall thought Roman was kidding about Shiv yesterday apparently lol. I think he's ahead of you Ken.
Mattson wants a party. B roll list lol. Interesting how Kendall thinks about this - how does it look if we say no. Also I just noticed the Shiv is the only one really wearing clothes that fit in the intro. I wonder why she wasn't on the email list minus the obvious. I just realized we have a merger just like season ... 1... I should remember which season lol. Greg and Tom back in their OG type clothes too except ~~fancier~~ also weird lowbrow joke from Tom this season. Greg. Are you going. Tom is having fun telling Greg something so he'll embarrass himself in a moment lol wtf is a Guggenheim. Toms hair is wild. I fucking love the way Roman sits
What's with the socks. Roman is suspicious also literally do not understand what the fuck Shiv is talking about, also, Kendall, buddy, that is the worst way to cover yourself. The plane is remarkable dark. Why did Roman shut it down? Aw, how nice. We'll kill Tom for you. HES RIGHT THERE ahhhh. Incredibly meritocratic?? I don't think tech billionaires are soft Gerri.
SNAKES ON A PLANE. IM TIRES KD THESE MORHERFUCKING ANAKES ON A PLANE LOL. Roman badly hiding his anxiety. Kendall is worst. Why is Shiv calm? Wild. Hate to ask now that I paused for a second but a wtf kinda resort has long ass black turtlenecks and brown aprons like some kind of Scandinavian themed cult film/dystopian novel. I think class disparity is going to be a theme today - all the underlings are worried about their jobs en route to a Norwegian resort. These people are dressed much more casually than the Rocyos are. Roman dressed better. Nice cardigan looking thing. I love the sibling dynamic also bro it's Norway wear boots.
Up top is a MOUNTAIN. WHAT THE FUCK. Magic appearing clipboard he probably shouldn't have wrote on cus if we know Ken we know he can't read a room to save his life. "I just had to cancel out a room full of working class whites in Cleveland." Connor can't throw his weight around as the SON??? Why did he put two on bugos plate. Who even is this guy. I wonder if they were supposed to weight for their hosts. Katarina's counterpoint is off put. "Tom of Siobhan" lol yes. Love that. "I'm not really a part of this whole situation" bro wrong move. They are so offput quit talking businesses lolll. Nearly got a bronze. What the fuck. What the fuck. Hugo. Buddy. Hugo. Hugo. Hugo.
Where's Mattson's fun little accent? Aw. And he's a conservative <3 good for him. Shiv probably the best prepped for this one next to Roman. Shiv is right that was a bluff, he's scared lol. They feel very short. No sorrys for Lukas :-( lol. Both of y'all need to lean back. This is gorgeous. Anajhahhahahaha lolllll. 187 is fucking good Kendall... You Guys Don't Need ATN. Mattson is remarkably fucking nervous huh. Why do they want ATN? They can't be honest :-( ouch. It would be REALLY good for them to just chill with him. 187 is good. I don't think they realize hey hold on there's a spy lol. Anyhow I don't think they realize how not selling ATN will affect you know those other people that exist. Shiv is reasonable. Fuck Dad dude. Either you carve it out based on Dad keeping ATN OR you say it's impossible to know so you can't ingore it either Kendall, you dumb motherfucker. Y'all are talking shit right in front of the cook. Where are you getting this info Greg??? I think Greg is lying. I don't think Greg wants to be a pawn sacrifice dude. Dude, just relax. He is so tall. The Quad. Tom could say hi before sitting down. That is such a wild ass response Tom what the fuck. Bruh. Bro. Kendall has zero chill and Mattsons like eyo. Your ball motherfucker. Lol.
I'm looking up the roast real quick but I find it interesting Mattson knows Greg is out of place by sight meaning he has the whole group memorized. Inbred Hapsburg giant is funny. I wonder if Tom knows Swedish. If y'all just said "were sentimental" this would fix it so easy. The graph *is* horrible. Trusted brand lol. Kendall is delusional. At or no deal. Roman looking at Kendall when he says he'd hate to make it not work also FUck Yes a sauna hell yeahhhhh. Karl and Frank not even giving a shit.
Forgot her name already but interesting character . Also Interestinf he goes for Shiv. I thinkkkk heesas gonnnnnnaaa tallllkkk to his ppl I mean. Roman. Take the money and run. Kendall. What the fuck is wrong with you. Other people have their skin in the gun. You're not good at running the ship. Good. Destroy it. Background character. Dude. Uggggghh why. Kendall is looking for dopamine on a giant wonderful Norwegian mountain. Roman :-(. I can see how the family dynamic worked.
Is Mattson tryna fuck Shiv? Bro. What are you smoking. I don't think Mattson is mentally stable. I think he would take an honest conversation over sex any day of the week. 500 frozen blood? Bruh that's a whole blood unit. How is that funny???? That is just harassment. Bruh. That's a clusterfuck. Shiv being honest!!! Wow. Shiv is good at this. Stop sending people your blood. Good time. You guys talk loud as hell. Greg is the world's most gullible person. Three hour what?? I think she wants the deal. Oh my god he's making them watch the movie?? Kendall is a shit liar. Shiv isn't using Emma as bait. What the fuck is happening here domestic abuse 360 degree film what the fuck BADNACLE MEAT ahahaha. Why are they negging eachother. Why'd it work on Tom. "He's boring, but he's very conventionally attractive". Lol
Mattson is not gullible. I hope. More value and also this sucks don't buy it <3. You're dad was a prick Roman. Yep. Go around Mattson. He's just pissing. Good point that he needed it fast like WHY does he need it fast. That was brave as shit when Mattsons got his dick out on top of a mountain. What a wild move of bravery from Roman at the worst time in the world. Now you don't get to buy PM. I think he is going around them? Nope. Rip. Revised offer. 192? Jesus. Fuck. 192. That's like 48 billion. Now we sell right. Please. Like quit edging me here right. They literally don't even need the money. Kendall is reconsidering. Does Tom own stock. I'll fire Cyd for you <3 yesss TomShiv forever failwives for life. Karl's like hell yeah I get to leave. Shiv can fucking dance lol
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4.4
Dear Jori
This is the first day we haven’t talked, huh? Well except that I messaged you about Japan. You know what’s funny? I actually got the email on the 30th. Which was the day that I was so excited to drive up and see you. And I didn’t check my email all weekend so it got buried. But kind of fitting that they sent a follow up email that I saw today of all days.
Japan will probably be good for me. Might be the first step in moving forward despite holding on. Because Jori it’s so hard (insert dirty joke here). I played a game of Valorant today and I saw you were online and my heart just kept hurting. It was hard to concentrate on the game, I kept pushing esc to check your score. I also wanted to tell you that I think I’ve been improving! I mean I know it was just my elo but I was 2nd drag for my team other than my cousin and he’s pretty cracked. I think all the training with Senpai and his high ass elo has been paying off. But yeah I don’t feel as motivated to play Valorant anymore or get better at it. I honestly don’t think I can play anymore it just makes me too sad.
Today was the first day we haven’t talked and the first day to process everything we talked about yesterday and it made me really sad because things kept popping up in my head that I wanted to say to you. Like when you said that you didn’t regret anything- except that we didn’t do more. You wanted to show me around LA. Me too Jori. I wish we did so much more too. If I remember other things, I’ll be posting them here too.
I ended up meeting with Justine and Anthony. Idk why. I wasn’t planning on saying anything but they brought it up. I guess you mentioned it. I told them about us, I hope you don’t mind. It was honestly nice sharing our story. But it was also really sad. I wish that we could be like them. Like how Anthony said no but then changed his mind and Justine took him back. People keep talking about how proud they are of me and how mature I am for taking care of myself. I miss you so much though.
You didn’t respond after you got off work. Makes sense. I wonder if you saw my discord message with my tumble. I wonder if you read any of it.
I’m not okay. And I’m not going to be okay for awhile, and that’s okay too. That’s what everyone’s telling me. It’s okay to be sad and I will be sad. I am sad. I miss you. I wonder if you’re missing me at all too.
I can’t believe it’s over. Idk how I’m going to go back to work and just act like everything is normal. I was thinking of telling the kids. Just that my relationship ended. They deserve to know why their teacher is so shitty right now. It’s not just that I lost a potential partner, but also that I lost a friend that I clicked so well with.
Oh! I just remembered something. It made me sad when you said that it’s not timing. Like if it was the right person then timing wouldn’t be an issue. So it made me think was I the problem? Was I not good enough? I don’t think you meant it that way though.
I hope our paths cross in the future.
Missing you a lot Jori
-bearbear
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talent: impersonating my husband yes lia i am maDLY IN LOVE with this man ofc i would study everything about him and yes listening to his voicelines for at least twice a week is categorized as 'character study' ok- i am looking forward to the day where you start talking all noble-like and with hidden meanings /j
ofc i will love you either way sweetie *pat pat* your chaotic nature is what makes you lovable. zhongli might not share the same opinion but he gotta live with it i mean he married into the family so yknow he did it to himself lmao-
"i think your friends are six feet under tho" I'M CRYING OF LAUGHTER LSKJLFJDLKSFKDJLFJLDKSDKLJFS
odelia hu tau + venti kin confirmed? 🤔
that mini capitalism jab lmao- the potential of angst is big for that love triangle scenario jhsdhfjhsd
ex!fatui!ayato will be your nightmare. he'll haunt you as long as he still has yet to move on ;;;;
divide and conquer, truly a wise strategy. i haven't touched the side quests yet. one day. perhaps after my vacation lol oh yes i will probably be MIA till 4 oct so don't get worried if i don't reply till then!! :3
YES thank you!! i mean as long as i can survive solo-ing raiden with my shieldbot zhongli i am already content lol my brother loves building characters and he has the time to farm + optimize his builds so yeahhh (plus zhongli is one of his most favorites, so he put a lot of effort to build him lmao)
i have not caught up on enkanomiya lore ;w; but i saw lin's latest arts and lsdjflsjdfk HE IS ADORABLE PLS I AM ADOPTING HIM HE IS NOW MY CHILD /J
he is soooo good aaaa i should have joined a few months earlier so i could have pulled for him ;;; hyv pls we need a rerun pls pls pls pls-
if scara and al haitham are put in the same banner then perhaps i need to summon my elemental burst:
the sacred credit card
/hj
yeah, ngl childe is... i mean... he's cute. wouldn't mind having him in my team, yknow :D
i heard someone said before that they might give us a free dori so i'm crossing my fingers lol
also huggggsss
rin jie, there you are! your writing blog just got shadowbanned, didn't it?? no wonder i haven't seen you around in my notifs 😭 i was just about to drop by your inbox out of concern <//3
BUT most importantly, tumblr. what beef do you have with rin jie, huh??? 🤨🤺 at least, tell her a reason why 😭 i'm so sorry this is happening to you again, rin jie, especially for the third time... aaaa, you do not deserve this at all <3 are you gonna try emailing them again?? i sincerely hope there won't be too much traffic this time, i'm hoping for the best 😭
listening to characters' voicelines as a character study and a reason to simp is SOOO TRUE. i feel especially exposed after replaying the events just to play trial ayato and then opening youtube to hear his voicelines... and also how often he goes 'hehe' or chuckles in convos, uuuuu.
ayato wanters will be ayato havers! and it looks like you've got a lot on your list, good luck~ i pray you do not have to resort to your elemental burst because what if there's not enough money to put food in the fridge that month (/j) 👀 atp, for genshin players, the best thing someone can wish us is "i hope you win your 50/50" 🤝 also, ngl, i kinda agree with you on warming up to ajax because why is he kinda adorable in a way 😭
NO, FR. zhongli's shield is too good like i literally just fought azhdaha yesterday and my team came out unscathed and in full HP from that fight 😭 back when i didn't have grandpa, i had to tank with kokomi's heals to let my team survive <//3 i love kokomi tho, she's super pretty and her heals are a lifesaver!
hehe, well, i hope that i radiate venti and hu tao vibes??? 🤧 they have a connection with their light-heartedness and sense of humor, but they also have a serious/mature side to them when needed be — and i resonate with that! but wbu, rin jie?? do you have any characters that share your energy??? 👀
and i am giving you his adoption papers, this man is vv soft-shaped <3 AND OH, about enkanomiya's lore !! his profile is already finished and when i read back on it, i don't think it contains lore that spoils anything elaborate about enkanomiya itself — since lin's lore actually leans more towards the events of the cataclysm which i know you're familiar with, so i think you'll be safe reading his profile! >:)
#wishing you a good vacay! i'll definitely miss your asks aaaaa 🫂 but i shall be waiting here for you like always <3#and i hope tumblr gets their stuff straight soon too because i don't want to see you stressed 😭#sending hugs to my beloved rin jie! with an extra affectionate puppy bark (/j)#ask box! 📬#visitor: dearest rin! 💠
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November 2, 2017
Since I've had time to calm down from the events of yesterday, I thought I'd try to get my thoughts into words. Everything started with Ralls County Elementary emailing me about why Daphne has been absent for 7 days since school started( she missed yesterday and the previous day that she missed was October 26th). I text Daphne why wasn't she in school and in return, I got a text with some mumbo jumbo to it. While I was on my lunch break, I called the Ralls County Sheriff's office and had them to perform a well child check on Daphne since she missed school yesterday. As I was about to clock out for the day, I get a call from Daphne and she was crying and said, ' she might be taken away because she missed so many days of school'. Gwen was in the background yelling like the typical psycho does and had the nerve to call me a ' piece of shit'. This piece of shit Gwen, did the right thing by having a well child check( about 6 total) done on our child since the school was wondering why she had so many unexcused absences. You as a 'parent' ought to make sure that our daughter is up and ready for school regardless of what the hell she's doing the previous night or whatever your work schedule is. If our child continued to miss any more days of school( if dfs got involved), there's a chance that your lil sweet ass would've been in jail or our child would've been taken away. If our child would've been taken away, they probably would've taken Brett too(what would've you have done then huh? You would've been crying to Gary( wait til I address him) and Pete and had Gary to get Brett and Pete come for Daphne. After leaving work, I pick mom and Richard up and we head to to Golden Corral. While being there, a retired sheriff calls me and informs me that the reason behind Daphne's absence from school yesterday was that she was 'sick'. He also told me that DFS will continue to follow the case and any updates will be forwarded to me. The sheriff said too that when he went out to Gwen's, he could hardly get a word in because she was talking so loud. On to Gary Heighway. He emails me and insists that I lay off of Gwen because Daphne stayed up all night eating candy. For one, if Daphne did stay up all night eating candy Gary, that's for Gwen to stop it because she's an 'adult' right? As far as your knowledge on Daphne missing one day of school, as I told you over the phone, she's missed 7 days and whatever goes on with my daughter at her school, I'm going to know. To your accusation of me calling(or implying) that Gwen is an unfit mother, I've never said those words about her. I've said that she needs to do things differently when it comes to her parenting ( for example, when Donovan was about 3 he said bye fuck face and Gwen laughed? She needed her ass beat then along with Donovan having an ass whipping too). Gary, you thought I was intentionally bringing your 'son' into this situation on purpose? Never that! I tried to tell Gwen and you as well, if Daphne got pulled from Gwen's, Brett would've probably went too. I don't say things or do them just to be mean. Where I got beef with you at(I told you this) is where you came with these half ass threats and where you brought my mom into this mes. My mom hasn't done anything to you or Gwen ( even though Gwen called my mom a fat ass for wanting to talk to her about Quincy). So what if my mom has stayed in motels and what of I've been living with her for the past 3 years? That doesn't make her less of a person(or me for that matter) but, ask yourself, doesn't Gwen's son, Dakota live with her? Hmm? Just because Dakota is there doesn't make him a bad person or Gwen a bad mom. And to my job history. I've been working since I was 16 and have held down 2 jobs at least 5 times in the past 26 years. Believe me, I'm not afraid of working. With me working, yes I ought to have a place of my own but, due to your 'wifes' lying to her attorney about what I allegedly made, I'm unable(for the time being) to get my own place. You also claim too Gary, that my child talks badly about me? Get the fuck out of here!!! The only thing that my daughter has said remotely bad about me is, when I get mad, I scare her. Unlike Gwen who has openly said that I'm fuckin retarded and that I'm a piece of shit. You also contradicted yourself too Gary by saying that you was all for Daphne coming to see me right? You applaud for a relationship between myself and my daughter( that's gonna happen regardless of your input or Gwen's animosity towards me). I'm glad that you said that I'm not white trash or a full blown nigger, I'm 50/50( damn, that's gonna look so good when I get Gwen's ass I'm court and I can get you along with her for defamation of character, her for contempt of court, custodial interference and with holding her wages for this child support order).
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it’s your birthday?
As luck would have it you once again find yourself in a breakout room with Harry
Word count: 3296
A/N: Hello friends, it’s a new semester and it felt only right to continue breakout room, a story that was well loved by you. The inspiration once again came to me during class and also because it’s Harry’s birthday. Thank you to the lovely @soullikestyles for reading this over. Here it is, enjoy!!!
I hope you love this, it is a continuation from Breakout Room
Please shoot me a message of what you thought!!!!
i love you, take care xx
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It's the start of a new semester. It's safe to say you did not make any friends last semester due to this ongoing pandemic, but what you did manage to get was a 3.9 G.P.A for the Fall semester. It was probably because you did not leave your apartment, and when you did, it was to go grocery shopping with your roommate, who would be dead without you because, as she liked to put it, you're the chef, and she's the taster.
Well, you maybe did make one friend.
Harry Styles.
He was the person to talk to you during a zoom breakout room in your women's gender studies course.
Sure, you were never in the same room again, but you might or might not have pinned his face during one of the professor's long ramblings that is no longer related to the course.
He was pretty to look at; you would never deny that.
No, with the floppy curls that he almost always seemed to run his hand through, then stopping when one of his rings got caught in a knotted ringlet. His camera would instantly turn off, and in thirty seconds, he was back as if nothing had happened. The glasses framed his face just right, making his eyes look soft and inviting. Also made his dimples stand out. He almost always wore a different colored cardigan. Your favorite from the semester was when he wore a multicolored cardigan. That looks like it was knitted; there was a hole by his heart. Honestly, you were hoping he had, would have made him even more endearing.
Also, might one day ask him to make you one, or he could even teach you. You're a fast learner and have patience.
He's got a great choice in clothing from what you was able to observe in such a short time—also a lovely personality.
After his initial email, you decided to answer, thus creating a chain of messages back and forth. He was honestly funny, and that was just on paper. He had asked for her number and said no, and he respected that. It doesn't mean they never helped each other in the class; Harry asking for more help than Y/N. She sent him over her notes and explained the readings he found harder to grasp.
As soon as finals week hit, she received her last email from him with the subject as Goodbye. It took you by surprise, and you erased the draft you had waiting for him that had your phone number wanting to keep talking to him. Still, clearly, he thought of them as just classmates for the semester, so without even opening his last email, you trashed it.
You felt guilty about it, so you then transferred it to your archives, where it sits with other unwanted emails.
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The holidays are over, and since you could not make the trip home, you celebrated with Amy, your roommate. You both help each other buy your family's presents, looking for the best discounts and adding extra items to get the free shipping. Together, well, mostly you as she handed you pieces of tape you wrapped present after present in brown wrapping paper. It was harder to tear and more comfortable to decorate in any way you wanted. On each box, it had everyone's name written in beautiful handwriting, courtesy of you. Then you would add snowflakes or stripes to make it stand out.
It was a success from their looks when each gift was open through the zoom call.
The month break flew by, and the next thing you knew, it was time to be back at your desk for hours of learning. It was fun until it wasn't sure there was a lot to look forward to, but you would miss sleeping all day and eating snacks in bed with no fear of forgetting to submit an assignment.
This semester you had four major courses. Psychology of Personality and Psychology of Aging were the two courses you were most looking forward to. You decided on taking the women's gender studies class called Politics of Sexuality. You had gotten the recommendation from the department's head to take it and did so without a second thought. Yes, fifteen units was a lot, but you were close to graduating, and you knew you could handle it.
The first week flew by because it was merely going over the syllabus. You had your camera on, but you did not bother to look at your other classmates. Sasha, a fellow person in your major, would be your study partner as she had been all semester. Sasha might not always be in the class section, but she did take the same professors and courses. It makes studying and taking notes easier. You know you won't always have Sasha, but having a study partner has ever made you do better.
February 1st. The start of the second week of the semester.
You woke up at seven, got the tea that Amy had ready for you, and were sitting at your desk by eight. Your professor droned on about the first chapter of the book. You felt confident knowing you understood the significant points.
It's 11:30, and your second course of the day is going to start. You were not looking forward to the class simply because Dr. Rossi had warned you he would be putting you into breakout rooms of two. That person would be your partner for the semester. You had a project due at the end of the semester, and he wanted you to be acquainted with someone rather than having a person working alone.
You sat there, Baby Yoda ceramic mug in hand, as you waited for your breakout room to load and to see who you were destined to work with for the next fourteen weeks.
There was a knock on your door that distracted you from seeing the video of someone else load.
"Sorry, I know you're in class, but I was wondering when lunch was to see how big of a snack I should have." Amy shoots you a small smile.
"No worries, Ames, I'm out at 12:45 and will need half an hour to cook, so roughly 1:30. Is that okay?" You tell her feeling a little awful, making her wait.
"It's perfect. Have a good class." Amy shuts the door.
As you hear the click, you turn back to your computer, and they're staring at you in a lavender cardigan with a white shirt underneath is the one and only Harry Styles.
His curls are shorter, meaning he recently got a haircut, and they are just growing back. You wished he had let it grow out, wanting to see how much more ruly they would have gotten.
You feel your face heat up, remembering you did not do your hair, instead of letting it sit messily in a low ponytail, small hair framing your hair. You were sure the black sweatshirt you had one had a hummus stain but too afraid to look down to check. You weren't even aware he was in this class; it shows you should be paying attention more to your classmates.
He shoots you a small smile, and you grimace, trying to force one out, but you're still a bit shocked.
You see his microphone go white, meaning he was about to speak. You leaned forward in anticipation, a bit desperate to hear his smooth accent through your computer speakers.
"Hello, it's been a while." Harry raises his glasses to hold back his hair.
You reach forward and unmute yourself. "Hello, Harry. It has been a while. It's a new year and everything." You joke.
He chuckles, scratching his chin. You aren't sure what to do; it was never this awkward the first time you chatted.
"Guess we're partners, huh."
"Apparently." You sigh, a bit loud, forgetting he can hear you.
"Ouch, don't need to sound too excited." He tells you not at all hiding his frown.
"No, I didn't." You stop not knowing how to go back from that. "Sorry, that was rude of me."
He nods, not saying anything more, and you take it as a sign to continue.
"I-i, well, after our last class ended, I figured that was that. You said goodbye in the last email, so I figured that was the end of our friendship, if you can even call it that."
"I thought my email would give the opposite impression, but not everything can translate as smoothly when talking." He tells you, which causes you to pause.
"Your email literally said goodbye," You blurt out before you can stop yourself.
He hides his smile, "My subject said goodbye, the content said quite the opposite. You did read it, right?"
You duck your head, not allowing yourself to meet his eye even through a computer screen, too embarrassed to be caught. "Well, no, I didn't. Hurt my feelings, just seeing the goodbye." You look up and see his eyes soften, giving you just a bit more courage to continue. "I've always struggled to make friends, I have like three good friends, and it's hard putting myself out there, and I didn't actually if you considered me a friend or not."
"Y/N" He breathes out your name.
You stop him before he can continue. "Do you mind if I read it now?"
Harry shakes his head.
You restore down the zoom and open up your Gmail on the split-screen. You find it reasonably quickly; you look up at him to see him patiently sitting back chipping at his nails. They are a pastel yellow; it makes you smile, knowing just yesterday you went from that color to a deep red.
Subject: Goodbye
Y/N,
It's been enjoyable emailing back and forth. I honestly would not have passed this class without you. I think you are brilliant and if I had you in every course, I would finish with A's in them all. So, thank you for having the patience to teach me.
Also, thank you for being my friend. I know we mostly talked about school work. Still, you did help me decide on what coat to buy for my sister, so I know that makes us friends, and I did help you get that switch for your little brother. (That was like trying to buy floor tickets for Lady Gaga.)
On another note, after emailing for twelve weeks, I was wondering if I could have your number. I would like the chance to give you a call and formally ask you on a date. I know we're in the middle of a pandemic, and dating is hard, but we can do zoom dates before we try in person.
I understand if it's a no, but I am really grateful to have met you.
Your friend (although I do want to try to be more)
Harry Styles
City Pointe Apt 32 (in case you want to send a care package, I would gladly return the favor)
"Oh, Harry," You inhale, "I'm so sorry."
"No worries." He shrugs.
You pause, thinking your next words. "I live in Rose Villa." Those were not the words you wanted to say, but you don't take it back.
"That's across the street from my building." He gasps. "We could have run into each other."
You nod. "Small world."
Harry brings his focus back to something you skipped over. "I realize you didn't mention the part of asking you on a date."
"Oh, I figured you over that now. It's been well over a month since I ignored your email." You grimace, starting to feel awful about it all over again.
"I guess it was email abandonment this time." He jokes.
You laugh, and it gets Harry laughing as well. He was always good at that, making you laugh and not be so serious even if he didn't know it.
"Y/N," Harry's voice was strong, no signs of laughter in his trace. You lock eyes as best you can through a computer screen. "I would still very much like to take you on a date."
A date with Harry.
You want to say yes, but it's like you're frozen.
"Can I say something else before you give me an answer?" You nod, waiting for him to go on. "Sarah Jones, do you know her?"
Sarah Jones, you rack your brain trying to place her.
The theater composer. She's written original tracks for the theatre department for the original plays they've done and remakes. She's won countless awards.
Sarah even won the talent show. Played a killer drum solo that no one else could ever think of topping.
If you're honest, she's the definition of your girl crush.
"We follow each other on social media. We met at a paint night; she was really easy to talk to." You tell him, remembering how sweet she was to you when she saw you walk in, and just as you were about to walk out, she introduced herself to you, asking to sit with you.
He nods. "Sarah is my roommate's girlfriend. Mitch and Sarah practically live together; he's so in love with her it truly is the sweetest thing. Back to the point, she overheard me talking about you to Mitch and spoke how she knew you. Then I proceeded to stalk your Instagram on her account. I hope that's not weird."
You laugh, and it causes Harry to calm down, "Not weird at all. I would have done the same thing, but as you can see, I rarely upload anything."
"Well, the things you do have, I think, are wonderful." He rambles on explaining how your beach photo on a bike with a pretty pink basket was one of his favorites and how cute you look wearing sweaters.
As endearing as Harry was being, you decided to put him out of his misery. "Harry," you interrupt.
"Yes."
"I'd love to go on a date with you."
"You would?" He gasps in surprise.
"Yes."
"That's fantastic. I think this is the best birthday gift I could have received." He tells you, but you're stuck on the last thing he said.
"It's your birthday?"
Harry smiles sheepishly. "Yes."
"Happy Birthday, Harry." You tell him softly, a big smile on your face.
A blush overtakes his face; you can tell he wishes to cover up his face with hands but holds back from doing so. "Thank you."
"Do you have any plans?"
"No, well. Mitch and Sarah are coming over for lunch in a bit. Then they are off to study at Sarah's for the week. Her roommates are gone for the week."
You frown, not liking that he'll spend the rest of his birthday alone.
"Would you-never mind" You stop yourself from being able to invite yourself over to celebrate with him?
"Hey, it's okay. Whatever you wanted to say, I wouldn't judge you, love." His voice was soft and reassuring.
"Well, I'd love to come over and hang out with you if that's okay. I can make us dinner, I make delicious enchiladas. Also, my carrot cake is to die for."
Harry is surprised at her offer but nods his head quickly. "That sounds wonderful, but you don't have to cook for me. We can order takeout."
She shakes her head. "Consider it my gift to you."
"Well, okay. Is six okay for you?" He bites his lip, not believing this is happening.
"Perfect."
You sit there smiling at each other.
When a message pops up overhead, "You have five minutes left before we join back as a group."
Your eyes go wide, having forgotten you were in class. "We didn't even discuss the assignment."
Harry shakes his head in laughter, a smile spreads over your face. He has an adorable laugh that just rings through your ears, and you can't wait to hear it in person.
"We've got time, now that it seems we'll be getting to know each other better."
You relax, settling a bit, you have weeks before the assignment is due.
"I'll email you my number, love. Easier to communicate for later."
"Sounds great." You respond.
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It's five-fifty, and you're standing outside his door. You're more than a little nervous. You're wearing high waisted jeans paired with a black off the shoulder top with floral embroidered sleeves. You decided against a sweater knowing the short walk would keep you warm enough. Your mask is red, with three small hearts stitched on the lower right side. Perfect for February.
You shift the items in your hand to the right and lift your hand up to knock. After three gentle knocks, you hear footsteps and take a step back.
"Hi," Harry breathes out, a big smile on his face.
"Hello, Harry, happy birthday."
"Thank you." He smiles wide, blessing you with his dimples. Definitely look better in person. "Please come in." He grabs some of the items from your hand and allows you to step in before locking the door behind you.
"Your mask is lovely. Did you make it?"
"I did!" You share excitedly. "My roommate, Amy, and I spent lots of our free time making a different kind. We took old shirts we no longer wanted and used for the material. It was a lot of trial and error, but we're pretty solid at it now. My embroidery could use some work, but I think it's lovely.
"It really is. Would you make me one?" He asks, staring at you as you pocket your mask. No longer needing it in his home.
"Yes, I'll send you pictures of the fabric I have, or you could come over, and I can teach you as well." You tell him, excited at the prospect.
"Sounds like a wonderful date." You nod, feeling your body get warm at the word date because today could also classify as a date.
Harry knocks you out of your head when calling your name. "Turned the oven on like you requested." He informs you.
"Thank you, my mom showed me how to make them, but I learned about the melted cheese on my own. She wasn't a big fan of it, but everyone else I know loves it, so I hope you will as well."
Harry grabs your hand and gives it a squeeze. "I'm sure it's wonderful." He bumps your shoulder gently. "Go finish up; I'll set the table."
He pushes you into the kitchen, and you go in and place your stuff. Harry is whistling, settling down on the table two glasses and two forks when you turn back around towards him.
Harry turns around just in time for you to wrap your hands around his waist. You fit perfectly in his arms, taking in his musky scent. "Happy birthday, Harry." You whisper against his chest.
He squeezes you tighter, leaning his head on top of yours. "Thank you, love."
He pulls back, holding you by your shoulders. A big smile on his face, you reciprocate it feeling his happiness warm your heart.
"Run along now; I'm starving." He jokes.
You walk backward, creating distance; as his left-hand trails down your right hand slowly until he's touching your fingertips, do you pull away. Although you, more than anything, wanted to hold his hand. You want to feel the weight of it in yours; you want to know if his hands are soft or calloused. How cool his rings will feel against your palm. All in due time.
"I'm happy to be here."
"Me too, love. Me too."
It's safe to say you were more than luckily going to have yourself a valentine for the first time in a long time.
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Work of Art [J.JH] - seventy-two | we’ve all done stupid shit for 6’2”
You stood from the low stone wall you were sitting on and waved as Jaehyun opened the door and walked out. You smiled as he walked over, and he smiled back as he zipped up his jacket to protect himself from the winter cold. You sat back where you had been sitting on the wall, the stone somewhat warmer from your body heat.
“Wait,” you said as you moved over. “Take my spot.”
You pointed at him to sit until he finally did.
“Why?” He asked with a laugh.
“You just came outside, you probably feel colder.”
“I don’t think I do...”
You tried to fix your scarf so the wind would stop going down your jacket, but it was stuck in your jacket zipper. “Fucking--”
Jaehyun watched you for a second before gently patting your hands with his own to make you stop. “You’ve gotten the tag of the scarf caught and the teeth of the zipper are chewing on it.”
Something about the way he phrased his statement made perfect sense to you, and yet it was... strange. You’ve never heard him speak that way before.
“--Oh.”
“You couldn’t have seen it from that angle.”
“Oh... I didn’t.”
He pulled the tag out of the zipper and fixed your jacket for you, and then adjusted your scarf so it was higher up around your neck. His fingers brushed your skin and you wondered if you even needed the scarf anymore.
“Thanks.”
He smiled at you awkwardly for a moment before looking down at the floor and you both went silent.
“Uh...”
He looked up.
“How’s your Valentine's Day been? Get any Valentines?” You asked and raised your eyebrows at him in a cheesy manner.
He laughed. “Not yet.”
“So... yesterday was fucking weird, huh?”
“Yeah.”
“Do you think we should mention it to Johnny?”
“I already did.”
“And?”
“I didn’t spell it out, but he didn’t seem to notice any of it.”
You rolled your eyes. “When did he get so dense?”
“Uh-- if I can make a suggestion?” Jaehyun asked, and you looked at him. “She might-- uh-- have him ‘whipped’?”
You looked at him for a moment, confused, before realizing what he meant. “OH. Yeah. That’ll do it.”
Jaehyun nodded.
“As the old saying goes, ‘We’ve all done stupid shit for 6’2”.’”
He chuckled. “I can’t say I’ve heard that one.”
You nodded with a laugh. “I saw someone say it after Ariana Grande broke up with Pete Whatshisname.”
He nodded.
You sighed, mildly despondent at the state of things.
“How’s Anna?”
“She’s great. She’s taken up macrame this week and made me a plant hanger.”
“I didn’t know you had plants.”
“I don’t. She said she’s going to buy a plant for me.” You laughed.
He laughed and sighed. “It’s a good thing we never told her about our plan, I guess. She might have ended up crushed.”
“Yeah. It’s a good thing.”
You sat in silence for a few moments. Perhaps he was also thinking about what was going on with Johnny and Luna - as you were - but it was possibly the both of you were just enjoying each other’s company. You remembered why you called him out.
“Oh, your present!”
“I was going to ask since it seemed like you forgot, but I didn’t want to be rude and have it seem like I was hoping for one.” He laughed.
You laughed and pulled the small present out of your jacket. “I mean, I might have forgotten. I’m sort of all over the place lately what with Luna’s weirdness and the paintings I’m working on.”
“You’re working even during the break?”
You nodded. “I had some stuff I wanted to finish up from last semester and I emailed a couple of my professors for the upcoming semester to ask if I could get a head start on things, so they sent me some of the assignments.”
“Wow, you’re diligent.”
“I try to be. Anyway, I got you this. I don’t know if you’ll like it, but I saw it when we were at the mall and it sort of reminded me of you, so I went back to get it.” You handed him the present.
He turned it over and unwrapped it, revealing a small book. “Poetry?”
“I saw it when we went past the bookstore and Luna wanted to go try on more clothes. It’s poems about dancing and when I looked through it, it sort of reminded me of when you danced for me.”
He looked at you for a second and opened it, skimming a few pages. “Wow.”
“Yeah,” you laughed, embarrassed. “It’s a little dramatic.”
“Well, what good poetry isn’t?”
You laughed again. No embarrassment this time.
“Wow… This one is like-- everything I feel when I’m dancing.” You nodded and watched his eyes move across the page as he read the poem. He looked up at you again. “I love it, thank you.”
You nodded awkwardly and felt your cheeks heat up. You readjusted your scarf so it covered more of your face.
“I feel bad now, because I didn’t get you anything for your birthday.”
“You already paid for the party for everyone. Just count that as also being my present.”
“But it wasn’t,” he laughed.
You shook your head.
“And you took the heat off of me when Luna tried to get me to eat the cake, so I definitely owe you for that.”
“No you don’t.”
“Yes I do.”
“No you don’t.”
“Why not?”
“Because, like… she’s… fuck, I don’t want to say mean shit about a girl that Johnny seems to genuinely like--” You sighed and looked away.
Jaehyun shrugged. “I won’t tell him if you won’t.”
You turned back and chuckled. “I don’t like to call women ‘crazy,’ because I’ve been called crazy and it’s just horseshit like… nine out of ten times when a guy says it, right? I’ve noticed that when most men call women crazy, the woman in question was acting the way she was because the guy was treating her like shit in some way and it’s just her reaction of not being able to take it anymore…” You looked to him for some kind of affirmation that he knew what you meant.
He nodded.
“But like... I think Luna might actually be bananas. Like... why was she trying to flirt with you while Johnny was right there? And the whole day at the mall?” You tsk’ed. “That was a rough day, dude. That girl was hardcore trying to do something and I didn’t like a single second of it. But, I’m glad you brought me because if she tried to pin something on you at least I was a witness.”
Jaehyun nodded again.
“I know I seem biased because I didn’t like her from the jump, but it’s because I got a bad feeling from her like, the second we met. And I doubt saying anything to him would help at all.”
Jaehyun crumpled up the wrapping paper from the book and shoved it in his pocket. “Yeah, it wouldn’t go over well.”
“I guess we just need to wait until she gets bored of him or until he realizes what’s going on.”
Jaehyun nodded. “I’m going to make up for the lack of a birthday party or any presents for you.”
“Please don’t.”
“You did something nice for me, I can’t do something nice for you?”
“Ah-- okay, you got me there… I’m just-- I’m really not used to it.”
“Why not?”
You sighed. “Can I say ‘shitty family and bad relationships’ and not have to answer?”
“You can.”
“Thank you.”
“But I also think you should get used to it because you’re here with all of us and we’re not like that. I’m going to do something nice for you.”
“I can’t stop you, huh?”
He stood. “Not at all.”
You sighed and stood.
He smiled.
“Don’t use that dimple attack on me, you sneaky beaky boy.”
He laughed. “You’ll have fun. I promise.” He held out his hand for you to shake.
You looked at his hand and then clasped it with your own. “If I don’t, Imma be real pissed.”
He laughed.
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