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angelltheninth · 3 days
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Nerdy Date Fucks You During a Study Date
Pairing: Nerdy Boyfriend x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, fingering, cunnilingus, study date, nipple sucking, clit stimulation, nervousness, cum marking
A/N: Too many people skip out on anatomy lessons and they don't even know how useful they can be.
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You and your nerdy!boyfriend had been studying for hours and needed a break. The test was tomorrow so you'd greed to a study date in order to make sure all your bases were covered. How hard could human anatomy be? Is what you asked before, now you felt annoyed even at just your own body.
Nerdy!boyfriend offered to help take your stress away. He didn't say how but judging by the knowing smirk on his lips he was plotting something alright. Little did you know how little clothes it would involve.
Both of you still felt nervous when having sex but your nerdy!boyfriend told you to think of it as a hands-on anatomy lesson. You can take turns touching each other, naming all the sensitive spots, all the ways to stimulate them to make you see stars.
He focuses on your nipples and neck first, completely neglecting any other area. No amount of begging or stroking his hard dick will make him pull away from leaving marks on your neck or make his fingers stop pinching and pulling at your sensitive nipples. Your nerdy!boyfriend looks at you as he travels down and wraps his mouth around one abused nipple, soothing it with his tongue which makes your hand falter on his cock.
Your nerdy!boyfriend pushes your hands to his hair as he moves downwards, smiling into your wet cunt. He got you aroused so easily, he needs to make you feel good. And for that he will focus his mouth on your clit while his two fingers plunge into your pussyhole, fucking the tight inner walls. Having trouble keeping your hands still you grip his hair tight,
As you tug on his hair your nerdy!boyfriend seems to take that as initiative to speed his tongue up, making your hips buck into his mouth. Quickly confirming by your moans that you're already getting close he wants to make you fall over the edge, but he also wants you to prove to himself that he can make you come like this.
When your nerdy!boyfriend removes his fingers from you to stare at your pussy clenching empty you can't decide if he's in awe or making mental notes to himself. Seeing him mumbling to himself makes you think it might be a bit of both. When he was satisfied he finally pushed upwards to meet you in a deep kiss, to which you moaned, tasting yourself on him, and further feeding his ego.
His cock is now makes a visible tent in his pants that neither of you can ignore. Your nerdy!boyfriend because it's uncomfortable and you because you were curious about how long he will last inside you. His stamina wasn't the best but he more then made up for it with lots of enthusiasm.
You both know how dangerous him pumping cum inside you now would be. You and your nerdy!boyfriend didn't want to take that risk but were also too turned on to stop now so he agreed to pull out, which would make him test how well he knows his own body and limits. He nearly misses the window of opportunity to pull out because of how lost he got in the warm tightness of your pussy.
Because his hips jerked backwards so suddenly and then snapped forward, his cum ended up all over your hips and stomach. He wants to clean you up right away but is naturally curious about how he tastes so your nerdy!boyfriend uses his tongue to lick up the cum on your body, commenting on the taste for good measure.
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superhaught · 1 day
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Incurable Cravings
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Pairing: Regina George x Reader
Warning: Explicit Smut (18+ MDNI)
Word Count: 1800, Part 1/?
Chapter Two here
Regina bullies reader and ends up getting exactly what she wants.
Explicit content below!
You would think that keeping your head down, wearing your headphones and staying out of people’s way would mean that you could about your day unbothered, but that was not the case today. 
You navigated through the crowded hallways at school easily enough but if fucking Jason Weems hadn’t gotten in your way, you wouldn’t have accidentally bumped into Regina. You barely touched her really, but no one, not even her former best friend, could get away with doing anything that could so much as irritate her. 
You cursed under your breath as she turned around and gave you her signature death-glare. 
“Did you just fucking try to push me? Oh my god! You totally did, didn’t you? Gretchen, you saw that, right?”
Gretchen feigned shock, “I totally saw, Regina, you’re so right.”
Regina raised an eyebrow and brought her hand to her chest as if she had been truly scandalized, “you absolute bitch!” The blonde reached out and knocked your books out of your arms, scattering them to the floor. 
You sighed and rolled your eyes out of habit. Regina grabbed your chin hard, “and now you have the audacity to roll your eyes at me? Are you fucking kidding?”
You clenched your jaw and didn’t say anything in response. Regina shook your chin forcefully, “are you going to apologize or what?”
Was it the best choice to make Regina more angry? No, of course not. But you were so sick of the bullshit. She wasn’t always like this. Once upon a time, you would have trusted her with anything. Once, you, Janis, and Regina were the inseparable trio. You weren’t cool, you didn’t have to be. You had each other. None of you judged the others’ interests or outfits or houses. You just loved each other. 
Not anymore though.
“I didn’t fucking do anything, Regina.”
“Oh, absolutely the fuck not.” Suddenly, Regina’s grip shifted to the back of your neck and she was shoving you forward. She threw open the janitor’s closet and pushed you inside, making you stumble against the sink. You hit your hip on the ceramic and winced, you’d have a bruise later for sure, but in that moment you knew that would be the least of your worries after Regina planted herself between you and the closet door and shut it behind her. 
She didn’t turn on the closet light, so you were trapped in a dark closet with the taller girl with no feasible way of getting out. 
“What the hell is your fucking problem, Regina?” You demanded. 
“What’s my problem? My problem is that I fucking despise you. I’m sick of seeing your fucking face in my school and yet, it seems like everywhere I go, there you are.”
“Jesus Christ, get over yourself, Regina.”
She put her hands on your chest and shoved you backwards, pushing you against the shelves of cleaning supplies, “how about you get a fucking grip and start treating me with the respect I deserve?”
“Respect? Why the fuck should I respect you?”
Regina scoffed, “because if you don’t, I will make your life a living hell.”
“What the hell happened, Regina? What happened to us?”
“I grew up. You and Janis didn’t. Is that supposed to be my fault? It’s so fucking pathetic that you and her blame me when all I did was learn how to get what I want.”
“You know what I think, Gina?”
“Don’t fucking call me that.” She shoved you again. 
“Answer the question.”
“Why do I care what you think?”
“I think you’re a big fucking liar.”
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me. I think that you’re a big. Fucking. Liar. For starters, you don’t despise me. And I think you actually care, a lot. And I think you have no idea how to get what you actually want, and that’s why you’re like this.”
“What the fuck are you even talking about?”
“You know exactly what I’m talking about. Just admit it already.” You were being bold. Maybe too bold. But for some reason, at this moment, you didn’t really care. If you were right, this could change everything. And you were pretty sure that you were right. 
Regina never left you alone. All of these years had gone by and Regina never stopped tormenting you. She always put her hands on you every chance that she got. She didn’t continue to bother Janis in that way. But you always faced her wrath. 
Regina was stunned into silence at your words. 
You lowered your voice to a whisper, “you don’t hate me, do you, Regina?”
She squeezed your upper arms, digging her acrylic nails into your skin, “I… I…”
“Say it,” you leaned in and brought your lips right against her ear, “say that you crave me. Say that you always have.”
The blonde’s breath caught in her throat and she squeezed you harder, drawing blood with the points of her nails, “you’re such a fucking cunt…”
“That’s not a denial, is it?”
“Fuck you…” she whispered. 
“No, Regina. I think I’d rather fuck you. That’s what you want, isn’t it? And wouldn't it be the biggest show of respect for me to give you exactly what you want?”
She grabbed your chin again. Your core tightened with terror, but then she yanked you close and captured your lips in a bruising kiss, immediately biting your bottom lip and pressing her tongue into your mouth, claiming you as hers. 
Your instincts tell you to melt at her touch and just let her take you, but you knew it would be much more satisfying to get back at her just a little bit. 
You matched the intensity of her kiss and fought her for control over it, bringing one hand to her waist and the other up to her neck, giving just the slightest squeeze and pulling away from her, you decided to tease, “there you go, Regina… isn’t that so much better?”
“Shut the fuck up.”
“Make me…”
Regina pressed into you again and kissed you even harder than before. The kiss was absolutely intoxicating and made you want to black out from pure bliss but you were determined to make sure that you didn’t take the back seat for even a second during this. You held onto her and pulled her in closer, pressing your chests against each other and burying your fingers into her hair as you kissed feverishly. You began to move your lips along her jawline, making her produce this delicious moan that you’d never forget. Your lips danced along her soft, sensitive skin and sucked at it lightly, teasingly, not to leave marks but to make her think you would. You grabbed her earlobe between your teeth and bit ever so slightly, and then kissed down her jugular. 
You felt her begin to grind her hips against you and you giggled happily, “you wanted me so badly, didn’t you?”
She could only respond with a long moan of pleasure. Your own chest filled with warmth as your heart pounded, the blondes’ sounds sending shockwaves through your system and between your legs. 
You grind your hips in tandem with her and create that friction you both need, “let me make you feel good, Gina. Let me take care of what you need, babygirl…”
“Fuck… fuck… yes… please… please…” she whined. 
“Yeah? You want that?”
“Yes… ohmygod yes, please…”
You kiss Regina again and turn the both of you around, pushing her back against the shelves. You kiss her lips hungrily and then pull away slightly, her sticky lip gloss making a smacking sound when you separate, a string of spit connecting you. You whisper against her lips, “I’ve always wanted you…”
“Shut up…” she gasped, “shut up… just shut up and fuck me…”
“Aw,” you tease, “It’s cute that you think you’re calling the shots right now…”
Regina groaned, “you… fuck-”
“Relax, babygirl… I’m just teasing. You’ll get what you need, I promise.” You let your hands trail down her sides and untuck her shirt from her pants, tracing the pads of your fingers over her hip bones, “I’ve never wanted to deny you what you want, Gina… you want me to touch you?”
“God…” she groaned, “yes… touch me…”
You smile and slowly slide your hand down the front of her pants. She moans and bucks her hips forward. Your fingers graze over her panties and you can feel how wet she is. You simply move the gusset of her underwear to the side and start to rub your middle finger through her folds and she moans deeply, arching her back and leaning against the wall. 
“You want this, Regina?”
“Yes… yes…”
You nod and start to circle her clit. 
She sighs and grinds against you, “stop being so fucking gentle!”
“What’s wrong, Gina? Impatient?”
Regina groans and you give her what she wants by sliding your middle finger inside. You can tell straight away that she’s already close to finishing, her muscles clench around you and her knees go weak. You support her with your other arm and add your ring finger and start to pump your fingers in and out of her, curling them to hit that spot. 
The blonde throws her head back and moans loudly, crying out your name. It’s music to your ears but you say, “shhh, Regina… don’t let everyone hear you cumming on the fingers of the person you’re supposed to hate the most…”
She groans again and lifts her arm up, biting down on her own forearm to silence herself. 
“Good girl,” you praise. Regina moans and her eyes roll back. You had no idea you’d be able to make her fall apart so easily. She keeps rolling her hips, fucking herself on your fingers now rather than letting you continue to tease her. You indulge it and press your thumb on her clit and soon enough she’s completely coming undone. Regina’s body shakes erratically and you feel her walls tighten around your fingers as she comes.
“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuuuck…” she breathes, “fucking shit…” Regina grabs the front of your shirt and pulls you forward, kissing you deeply and pulling the hair at the nape of your neck. 
You kiss her and moan into her mouth. She pulls on your hair and yanks your head back, “I hate you… I hate you so fucking much…”
“No you don’t… you’re confusing two strong emotions, Gina…”
“How the fuck do you know what I feel?” 
You try to look into her bright blue eyes but can't see well in the dark closet, but you're certain you heard it in her voice. You lift your hand up to her cheek and caress your thumb over it, confirming your suspicions as you wipe a tear off of her skin.
You sigh, “because I feel it, too.”
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villainousauthor · 2 days
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Villain hums thoughtfully as they circle around Hero, who's currently staring off, looking despondent.
"They should have come to rescue you by now." Villain speaks in a matter-of-fact tone, their eyes burning into Hero.
"They should have...I thought they would have by now." Hero looks to the ground, trying to fight the burning in their throat, the sting of their unshed tears.
It's been weeks since Hero was taken, and so far, their team hasn't even attempted to come for them. Hero kept telling themself it was only a matter of time, but the more the endless days and nights at Villain's hideaway blur together, the more they realize the truth. Help is not coming.
Villain lets out a noise of frustration and stalks towards Hero again.
"They should have by now! Where is your team? They're your allies, are they not?" Villain rakes a hand through their own hair, looking to Hero for an answer.
All Hero can manage in response is a half-hearted shrug. Villain's frown deepens, brows draw down into an expression of irritation.
Noticing Villain's anger, Hero looks up at them defiantly, trying to fight the urge to cry still yet.
"If keeping me here this long really bothers you, you can just let me go. I don't need you rubbing it in that my team isn't coming." They try to make their words as biting as possible, but they can't help the wobble in their voice.
Villain lifts a brow, surprised by Hero's words. "I'm not upset with you, and I'm certainly not complaining about keeping you to myself," their words were smooth and deadly, tone dropping as they spoke, "But your team? I have half the mind to tear them apart right about now."
Sauntering forward, they use their arms to back Hero in against the chair, leaning closer. "I'm furious at them for abandoning you to my devices. If I was any other villain, or if I was any less fond of you, do they even know what would have become of you by now? They don't care about your fate at all."
Lip trembling, Hero can feel the tears they fought against so much finally beginning to run at Villain's words. Sniffling, they try to hide their face, hide their weakness as their shoulders shake. They've been abandoned. The thought threatens to suffocate them as they try and hold back sobs.
"Oh love," Villain's voice was a soft coo now, spoken closer to their ear. A strong but gentle hand goes to Hero's wrist, prying their hand away from their face. Villain's face is inches away from them now, meeting their tearful eyes, looking at them with an emotion they can't place.
Villain brings a finger up, wiping a tear from their cheek. "Don't cry, love. You're safe here. I'll take good care of you since your hero friends evidently can't." They softly murmured and pressed even closer.
"But-" Hero tried to speak but was quickly cut off by a finger to their lips.
"Shhh...don't worry about it. I'll make sure they pay for the pain they caused you," Villain runs a thumb across their lower lip, fingers caressing their jaw. They tilt Hero's chin up gently, not letting them look away or hide their crying. They lean in close, kissing a tear away softly. Hero tries to turn away yet again and feels Villain's hand tighten ever so slightly, but they lean back, voice still gentle as they speak again.
"In the meantime, we'll make sure you're comfortable. You'll be staying with me for a while."
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internalearthquake · 2 days
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my ghosts within
In the midst of what seems mundane lies a hidden world
Ghosts surround me, accompanying my every step
The lost, the unmet, the real, the imagined
These translucent entities haunt and console me
Wispy figments shift in and out of awareness 
Subdued whispers, their presence felt but never seen 
What may seem ordinary masks profound challenges
I push aside my ghosts who yearn to be acknowledged
Fragile mind oscillates betwixt clarity and confusion
A perpetual struggle to live in the present 
The universe is littered with daily reminders
of what once was… 
of what could have been…
of what I have lost…
of what was never mine…
of what will never be…
Every hushed whisper, every reverberating echo
My ghosts represent these fragments of my narrative
An incomplete history of distortions and illusions
Leaves me feeling incomplete
So, who am I?
What may often be overlooked carries significance to me
Unanswered questions ignite chaos within my mind
I navigate an unsolvable labyrinth of mystery
External investigations cannot unveil these buried truths
Healing lies in reconciling with my ghosts within
Dialogue with them holds the key to my liberation,
Clearing away the misty fog that clouds my perception
By forgiving the past and accepting the unknown,
I can release my ghosts from my internal world
Empowered, I can forge my own narrative,
Finally discovering who I am
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serhatdoganpoetry · 3 days
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Your magical eyes lead to a fire in my heart
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"Unrequited love is the jagged edge of a shattered mirror, where every reflection of affection only serves to deepen the wounds of rejection, leaving behind a mosaic of pain that stains the soul."
-- Kit Wilde
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zal-cryptid · 3 days
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maria toy fugued? willing to bed she be a good girl for her mommy Eleanor
I...I may have accidently turned my answer to this into an entire multi-paged script...
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maracujatangerine · 2 days
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82. Taking Note
CW: mental health issues, institutionalised slavery, dehumanisation, box boy universe, pet whump
The pale light of an overcast winter’s day flattened all the colours; the yellow curtains, the violet saintpaulia on the windowsill, the pet’s own blonde hair, everything taking on a washed-out tinge of grey. Coriander sat at the kitchen table, pen in hand, staring at a blue notebook. Miss Lydia had asked it to choose one of the notebooks at her bookshop yesterday.
“Perhaps you would like to try writing down your thoughts?” She had suggested, gently. “It is not for me to read. I promise that I won’t. Cross my heart, and hope to die, stick a needle in my eye!”
She laughed, but the look in her brown eyes was serious.
“You can write down anything you want, and it will be for your eyes only, okay?”
The pet had nodded and told her that it understood. Now, Miss Lydia was out. She had gone for coffee with Cecilia, and the pet had elected to stay at home.
The notebook it had chosen had a Japanese-style drawing of a cresting wave on the cover, the white tips of the wave rendered with splashes in glossy silver. The white pages were neatly lined in black.
The radio was on in the background, a piece by Händel tugging at some half-remembered string at the back of the pet’s mind. Cory knew that Miss Lydia had left Radio 3 on for the pet’s sake, but that she wouldn’t mind if it changed the station, just like she hadn’t minded that the pet had chosen to stay behind when she went out.
It used to agonise endlessly over such small decisions. Did Miss Lydia want it to say yes or no? Would this thing make it a better pet, or would that?
Nowadays, more and more, it felt like it could trust that its owner said what she meant. If she needed it to come, she would let it know. If she gave it a choice, she truly wanted it to make up its own mind.
That was an unprecedented freedom. Generosity beyond its wildest dreams. It knew it was extraordinarily lucky.
It should be happy, should it not?
And it was grateful, it was!
But happiness eluded it
In the beginning, everything had brought it joy. Or, well, at least relief.
Having its wounds treated, feeling its body healing, aches and pains receding to the back of its mind and gradually fading away.
Hunger, the dull gnawing of an empty stomach, the weakness and loss of focus that comes with days and days without enough food to eat. The terrible fear of feeling your own body consuming itself to stay alive. No more!
In its life with Miss Lydia, Coriander could still feel hungry, sometimes. At the end of a long day, before lunch at work, out on a hike in the woodlands. But it never felt truly hungry. That bottomless need for sustenance was a thing of the past.
These things brought relief. The joy came later.
Miss Lydia gently petting its hair, and Coriander genuinely wanting - and daring - to lean into her touch.
Playing the tin whistle for Miss Indira and the doctor responding with enthusiastic applause.
Laughing together with Miss Lydia without the pet having to carefully guard every word to avoid angering its owner.
Working at the shop and being given a nod of approval from Miss Carla at a job well done.
Sitting in the garden and watching flowers bloom from seeds they had sown together.
These were all things of joy, of beauty. Miss Lydia was consistently fair and kind. The pet felt healthy now, strong, even. Its damaged shoulder still impeded its daily life, its scars ached sometimes, and the nightmares refused to go away, but these were mere trifles in the grand scheme of things.
So, why wasn’t it happy?
It should be. It had been.
But now, lately, it was like some undefined malaise had taken hold of the pet. A depressing weight that suffused everything, that stole joy out of everything, just like the grey winter light leaked the colours away.
Looking down on the pages, the pet realised it had written the same sentence over and over.
Why did this happen to me?
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Person A: Thanks for mansplaining that to me. Person B: You’re very welcome. I like to use my gender-fluidity to be the worst aspects of every gender. Person C: Gender, but for villains.
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Miss the late night conversations where I got to know you the best.
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hersurvival · 3 days
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Please excuse the damage,
The baggage,
All this weight I carry
Call me Atlas,
Call me tonight,
I need your arms around me
I'm tired,
Exhausted,
I'm asking, begging for your help
Call me yours,
Call me tomorrow,
It's just that I'm really not doing so well
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coffeexxcigarettes · 11 hours
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Flambe
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Go on and worship me.
I'll let the flames
Ignite and swallow me whole.
I'll burn from the inside,
With a smile,
Watch me take control.
Try not to be surprised,
When you see how fast I change.
You think you know all about fire,
But I burn hotter in the rain.
x
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superhaught · 22 hours
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Incurable Cravings (Chapter 2)
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Chapter Two of Incurable Cravings
Pairing: Regina x Reader
Warnings: makes reference to previous explicit content, mention of eating disorder, mild angst/arguing
Word Count: 2500, Part 2/?
Regina and Reader reflect on their past as they try to be close again.
This is now an AU where Regina George and Leighton Murray are twin sisters split up in a custody battle.
Regina turned the light in the closet on and pulled her phone out. She examined herself in the camera app and adjusted the way her hair fell around her shoulders, “meet me at my car after school.”
You watched her apply a fresh layer of lip gloss and touch up the edges of her lips then she met your eyes, “this is the part when you respond.”
“Oh, yeah… okay. I’ll meet you.”
Regina put her phone away and stood up straighter as she reached out and began fixing your hair and swiped her thumb over your lips, removing the traces of her lip gloss from your skin, “I’ve always liked your hair… it’s not fair that you have these curls naturally,” she mused. 
“Thanks…” you whispered softly.
“Why are you being all weird now?”
“What? I’m not being weird.”
The blonde rolled her eyes and crossed her arms in front of her chest, “yes, you are. Just a minute ago, you were being all bold, like I’ve never seen from you before. Now, you’re all terrified and squirrely.”
“I’m just… processing.”
“Well, do that shit later. It’s ruining your glow.”
“What does that even mean?”
“Nevermind.” Regina put her tube of lip gloss back in her bag and then slipped past you to exit the janitor’s closet, “My car. After school. Don’t disappoint me.”
She didn’t give you time to issue a response. She left you and strutted off to show up fashionably late to her 5th period class. 
You took a deep breath. Your mind was reeling but Regina was probably right, you should put it all out of your mind for now. At least until school was over. At least until the two of you could talk more in depth about what happened, which, you prayed you would have the chance to talk later when you met her for whatever she was planning. 
You slipped out of the closet and began to head in the opposite direction of Regina, toward your locker, until you were grabbed by your shirtsleeve and pulled aside. 
You sighed when you saw who it was: Janis. 
She stared at you, as if expecting you to immediately offer an explanation. 
“Janis, what?” You asked, annoyed.
“What do you mean ‘what?’ What the fuck just happened between you and Regina?”
“How is that any of your business? You haven't talked to me for three years and now you just expect me to spill?”
Janis relaxed at that, “well… I guess I just thought, when it comes to Regina…”
“Well you thought wrong, Janis. I’m late for class.” You pulled yourself out of the girl’s grip and walked away.
You felt bad for being cold to Janis, but Regina was the reason your friendship didn’t survive in the first place. There was no way that you’d be able to get along now that it was even more complicated. Janis would have to figure out how to be okay on her own. 
The rest of your day seemed to move at a snail's pace. You watched the clock as you sat through your calc and stats classes, waiting for the dismissal bell to finally ring and let you go. 
You’d never packed up and got out of the building faster. A quick text to your mom of “going to study at a friends’” was enough to explain why you weren’t coming straight home, and like an obedient little puppy, you walked over to Regina’s Jeep in the student parking lot. 
She was there waiting for you, leaning against her door and swinging her keys around her index finger, “good, you still know how to listen.”
You raised an eyebrow at her, “where are we going?”
“My house, duh.”
“Kay. I bet your mom will be surprised to see me.”
Regina sighed, “I’d rather her not see you at all… but that’s unlikely… just get in, will you?”
You started to make your way around to the passenger side, “No Gretchen or Karen?”
She gave you a judgemental expression, “did you somehow lose all of your sense when you fucked me? Jesus Christ… no. It’s just us.”
“Jeez, sorry Gina.”
“I thought I told you not to call me that,” Regina sat in the driver’s seat and turned the engine on, “whatever.”
You got in and Regina turned the radio on before leaning over and buckling you in herself. The simple act gave you butterflies. You cleared your throat and turned away from her while she checked herself out in the rearview mirror and put on her sunglasses. 
“Ready?”
You nodded and then she peeled out of the parking lot. Once she was on a long stretch of road, she took one hand off the wheel and put it on your thigh. Your breath caught in your throat and you stayed quiet and still for a minute but then couldn’t help but break the silence when she came up to a red light. 
“When was the last time I was at your house, do you think?” You were being deceptive by asking. You knew exactly when the last time you were there was. 
“I don’t remember,” she shrugged. It was barely perceptible but you caught it, her eyebrow twitched. She was lying. She remembered, too.
The last time you were at your house was also the last time you were all together. It was the party. 
Spin the bottle was Regina’s suggestion because of course it was. You and Janis had no idea that Regina had a plan to manipulate the entire night. Regina knew that Janis was in love with her, but Regina didn’t want her to be and she was pissed off at Janis for something. 
Like always, Regina got exactly what she wanted. She spun the bottle and it landed on Janis. Regina kissed her and then immediately stabbed Janis in the gut, revealing the brunette’s crush in a very painful way. Regina pretended to make it about some guy, but it wasn’t about the guy at all. 
Janis ran off crying. You glared at Regina and said, “that was awful, Gina,” and began to run after Janis but Regina stood up and grabbed you, dragging you to her bedroom before you could comfort Janis. 
Regina squeezed your arm and shut her bedroom door. You couldn’t help but chuckle at the memory, apparently this was a pattern for the two of you. 
“Why are you mad at me? I did this for us, now it can just be you and me.”
“What are you talking about, Regina?” You asked. 
“Aren’t you sick of Janis’ stupid crush ruining our time together?”
“I never said anything like that! Janis is our friend! You shouldn’t have done that, Gina.”
“Well, I don’t care. It’s done. I’m done with her.”
After that, everything went to shit. Janis was a wreck. Regina was a nightmare. You couldn’t be in the middle of it anymore. Any hope you might have had of the three of you recovering was dashed in the chemistry lab fire incident. 
You went your separate ways, then. You never really forgave Regina but she wouldn’t leave you alone. Janis avoided you both like the plague most of the time. You knew that something crazy happened last school year when that new girl, Cady Heron, came to school, leading up to Regina’s accident. But you honestly took it as a reprieve. Your academic stress last year was killing you, so having Regina off of your back was wonderful. But that didn’t stop you from leaving a basket of her favorite treats on her front porch while she was recovering. You didn’t know what else to do.
Regina pulled into her driveway and you looked up at her house in awe. Had it gotten bigger?
Regina got out and came over to open your door for you, “come on.”
You followed her inside and Ms. George was right there waiting for her daughter’s arrival. The woman nearly dropped her glass of wine in shock, “oh my fucking god is that who I think it is?!” She screeched and ran forward, setting her wine glass down before trapping you in a hug.
“Hi, it’s nice to see you again,” you said, awkwardly patting her back.
She squeezed you and shook your body side to side then pulled away, “let me get a good look at you, oh my goodness, you’re even prettier! Don’t you think so, Regina?”
“Mom, can you like, chill, please? Jesus…”
“Sorry baby,” Ms. George let you go at that point, “well, welcome home, sweetheart. I’m so glad you’re back. You two have fun, I’ll be up with snacks in a minute.”
Regina grabbed your hand and dragged you up the stairs to her room. It was frighteningly easy to fall back into old habits. You set your bag down in the same spot as you always did and crashed onto her luxe bed like you always used to, while Regina examined herself in her floor length mirror. 
Regina poked and prodded at her face and neck for a moment and then Ms. George came into the room with a tray of food. 
“Here you go, my lovelies,” she set the tray down on the bed, “and I brought your meds, honey.”
Regina flashed her mom a glare and then returned her attention to herself in the mirror. Ms. George sat criss cross on the bed across from you. 
“Thank you so much, I’m starving,” you said, helping yourself to the chips and juice. 
“What have you been up to lately?? Regina never talks about you anymore, tell me everything! Are you dating anyone?”
You laughed, “I haven’t been up to much besides school, if I’m being honest. I’m making college plans and trying to do some more volunteering on my breaks. I’m not dating anyone right now,” you glanced at Regina quickly and you caught her raising her eyebrow curiously, “don’t have time.”
Ms. George asked you some questions about college stuff and then Regina shooed her away. The blonde came and sat down on her bed and took the small medicine cup off of the tray and dry swallowed the small handful of pills all at once. 
You gave her a look.
“What?” she asked.
“Come on, what’s going on?” you gestured to the cup as she set it back down.
Regina rolled her eyes, “it’s just stuff I have to take now, since the accident. Painkillers and stuff for my heart, don’t worry about it.”
You frowned, “you can’t tell me not to worry.”
“Can you drop it, please? I’m not in the mood.”
“Fine.” You helped yourself to more food, “aren’t you hungry?”
“No,” she said, shrugging. She started scrolling through her phone absentmindedly. 
“Regina…” you began.
“What is your problem?”
“Are you… you know…”
“Am I what? Do you think I can read your mind?”
“Are you restricting again?”
“I’m sorry, does fucking me make you think that you suddenly have the right to be on my case now? Back off, will you?”
“Then what the fuck is this? We can have sex but I can’t care, now? Is that it?”
“I don’t know!” She snapped, smacking the mattress out of anger. “I don’t know, okay?”
You didn’t say anything. You didn’t know either. You had no idea what the fuck this was. You leaned back against her pillows and sighed, “I’m sorry, Gina.”
“I’m sorry, too.”
“I just… if I’m going to be in your life again, I hope you’ll talk to me. Like we used to… that’s all.”
“I understand… I’m just not used to it anymore.”
You nod.
“Can we work up to it?” She looked at you with wide eyes. There she was. That vulnerable, sweet Regina that you used to know.
You smiled softly, “yeah.”
Regina slid closer to you on the bed and cuddled into your side, letting you wrap your arm around her back. She opened tiktok and started scrolling through her fyp with you. 
You rested together for another half hour and then you convinced her to let you work on homework and she even let you help her with her math assignment. 
“It makes so much more sense when you explain it,” she said. Successfully solving a problem. 
“I charge fifteen dollars an hour for tutoring,” you tease.
“Oh shut the fuck up,” she shoved your shoulder and chuckled, “I’ll pay in kisses.”
“Oh, really?”
“Mhmm… is that acceptable?”
“Hmm…” you grin, “I think some kind of kisses payment plan can be arranged…” 
Regina leaned in and gave you a light peck on the mouth. You smiled and turned your attention back to your book. 
“You know, don’t think that this makes up for the past three years of relentless bullying you’ve subjected me to…”
She smirked, “you would be a lot more convincing if I actually believed that a part of you didn’t enjoy it the whole time.”
You stuck out your tongue at her and she mirrored the gesture. You both laughed and you felt grateful that it felt light and easy at this moment. 
The sun began to set and you finished up with your homework. 
“Gina…”
“What?”
So, Janis tried to confront me in the hallway earlier… after we left the closet…”
Regina groaned, “of fucking course she did… she just won’t give up.”
“You hurt her… really bad… I mean, can we blame her?”
“It’s not like she’s fucking innocent!”
“What even happened that pissed you off so much? You never told me…”
The blonde rolled her eyes, “it’s a long story… and not mine to tell. It had to do with Leighton.”
“Leighton? Your sister, Leighton?”
“Yeah, who else?”
“Sorry, I just didn’t know Leighton and Janis had anything to do with each other.”
“Like I said, it’s a long story. All you need to know is that Janis dug her own grave and she should have known that I was gonna burn her for hurting my baby sister.”
“Your twin sister,” you corrected.
“I’m older,” she responded indignantly, “I’ll tell you more if Leighton says it’s okay.”
“Alright. How often do you two get to talk nowadays?”
“Not as often as we’d like. And we never get to see each other because mom and dad can’t even communicate. We have plans for being more in touch after graduation.”
You nod. She continues, “I’m worried it will be weird, though. I mean, we’ve had our own lives for like ten years now. She already knows where she’s going to school… early decision to Essex… I just feel like we’re the ultimate nature versus nurture experiment and now it’s like we’re not even related.”
“She’ll always be your sister. I’m sure you have more in common than you think.”
Regina nods slowly, not meeting your eyes. You hear Ms. George shout from downstairs that dinner is ready. 
“Gina, promise me you’ll eat something. For me, okay?” You give her your best puppy-dog eyes in hopes of convincing her. 
“I hate when you do that…”
“Pretty please?”
“Fiiiiine… ugh, I hate you.”
“I lo-” you catch yourself and pause, “I care about you… that’s all.”
She leads the way downstairs and you don’t know if she noticed your slip up.
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Hero had the two criminals cornered in the alleyway. Surrounded on three sides by large towering brick walls, there was nowhere to run.
"I got you now, nowhere to escape." Hero gloated with a grin and watched as they cowered further. Usually, criminals and the like weren't intimidated by Hero, and they had to work hard to even be taken seriously.
"Now, if you surrender willingly, no harm will come to you." Hero's grin widened as they spoke in an overly confident tone. Even earlier in this fight, these two criminals had no problem trying to fight Hero, even managing to get some good hits in. Now, here they were, seemingly scared frozen.
Hero found it to be very validating until they noticed that their eyes were looking slightly past Hero. Frown instantly forming and face falling, Hero spoke again.
"There's something terrifying behind me, isn't there?"
The two nodded slowly, still not moving. Hero's frown deepened. They felt a sudden rise of anxiety twisting in their gut.
"How terrifying?" Hero couldn't bring themselves to look, but as soon as they asked, they felt strong hands fall atop their shoulders, pulling them close.
Villain's familiar voice sounded mischievously in their ear, breath fanning across Hero's neck.
"Extremely terrifying."
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haruhar-u · 1 day
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Just your average CEO novel yep definitely
CWs: Alcohol usage, cursing, drawn out suggestive conversation (humorously), one character mentions throwing up but doesn’t actually
Co-written with @chocolate-cat-bread and a friend that doesnt have tumblr
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definition of chinese words used
Chapter one
The first thing I heard when I woke up was the song “Sweet Home Alabama” blaring loudly from my phone, but in Mandarin, and that was all I needed to throw off the covers and turn off the alarm, cursing my past self for losing a bet with my cousin and ending up with this ringtone. 
I checked the time and sure enough, it was 6:30. I was expected to be at work by 7:00 am.
“Oh shit, I’m gonna be late.” I quickly put my hair up in a messy bun and put on a white dress shirt, a beige plaid vest and a matching pencil skirt.
I hurried down the stairs, nearly tripping while I hastily shoved my socks on. It took all the self-control in me not to string a bunch of curses together that would make even a sailor flustered, as my socks were refusing to cooperate with me.
Once my socks weren’t threatening to slip off my feet, I headed to the kitchen to grab a slice of toasted bread and shove it in my mouth, before grabbing my shoulder bag and heading out the door.
It took me a while to unlock the car door, my head was all over the place after somehow getting the position as the CEO’s assistant. Apparently, the previous one had quit the job, leaving the position open to anyone with experience.
I applied mostly because I had experience in a few of my previous odd jobs, and also so I could finally put that degree to use. During the interview, I may have stumbled over my words quite a bit, and I was sweating profusely that I was pretty sure even the interviewer could tell.
While I was driving, I noticed two elderly people yelling at each other in the middle of the street. There were at least a dozen other cars that were stopped right in front of the arguing old people.
Why are they arguing on the street of all places? I wondered, not even irritated by the fact that I was probably not going to make it on time. More so concerned about the fact that they could get run over if someone wasn’t being careful.
“You BASTARD! I told you to wash the damn dishes, and yet here you are, eating fried donuts! Hiya!” The old lady yelled, yanking the old man by the ear, who held onto the fried donuts for dear life.
“I was going to get these fried donuts for you though, but clearly that doesn’t matter to you!” The old man snapped back.
The old lady looked even more pissed off than before, if that was even possible. “Why didn’t you do the dishes first before getting them, huh?!”
“Because the donuts were 50% off the original price, and it was the last hour before they went back to the original price, lah!” The old man said like it was the obvious thing to do. Chiu could see the logic in that, 50% off was a pretty good deal after all.
The old lady rolled her eyes, most likely used to these kinds of antics. “Fine, but only because 50% off is good deal lah, now come home and do dishes!” She then yanked the old man by the ear away from the street, ignoring his cries of pain.
I blinked, once, twice, processing the unusual yet somehow normal scene. That was… interesting. At least everything was resolved in the end, and fortunately, it didn’t seem like a domestic abuse case or anything, which is not very uncommon, much to the dismay of any normal person.
Traffic carried on as usual, and I managed to arrive at the building with at least ten minutes to spare. Patting down my hair and outfit, I walked in as professionally as I could, trying not to trip over my brand-new heels, while I headed to the front desk.
I immediately noticed a very pretty lady at the front desk, with her dark hair in a high ponytail, wearing a pale pink cardigan over her work attire.
“Oh uh, hi. I’m the CEO’s new uh…assistant.” I said and internally facepalmed myself for my blunder. First day on the job and I couldn’t even talk to my first colleague without stuttering like a fool.
The receptionist smiled, her eyes crinkling along with it. “You must be…ah, Lien Chiu? Nice name, by the way.”
I fidgeted, a bit flustered by the compliment. “Thanks, it’s um…I’m from rural Taiwan, we speak Hokkien there.”
The receptionist lady nods. “Figured as much, your accent gives it away. I’m Hujin, if you couldn’t tell already, I’m the receptionist, and I have to answer a bunch of phone calls and greet visitors and such.”
“Sounds interesting,” I say, trying to be polite. “So uh, where is the CEO’s office?”
“Ah, it’s on the 50th floor. For your sanity, you should take the elevator. About the CEO, he might be a bit busy…but I give you full permission to bother him.” Hujin winks, a mischievous smile on her face.
“Thank you.” I pretended to not notice the scheming grin on the smaller girl’s face.
She spun around in her chair. “Ah, no worries.” Hujin then paused, fixing her gaze on me like a cat. She pursed her lips together, rummaging through her purse before pulling out a pastel, rainbow star hair clip.
“Here,” She said quietly and tenderly, reaching over the desk and tucking the hair clip in my hair, pushing back my curtain bangs. I didn’t even know it was blocking my line of sight until she put it up for me. Why was it so warm all of a sudden? Why was she so close? Is there something wrong with me?
“Oh uh, th-“ I was about to say, but she waved it off.
“No need, now go on and bother my-the uh…CEO. Yeah.”
I nod, ducking my head as my thoughts swirled in my head and my heart raced at incredible speeds. If I had a strange look on my face the entire time I was in the elevator, no one commented.
The CEO had their office on the top floor in the corner. Stepping in, there was a fireplace adorned with various pictures of what seemed to be a family, and a bookshelf filled with books that looked like they were never read. There was a dark oak desk with a laptop placed on it. Behind the desk, there was a man who appeared to be in his mid to late twenties. His dark hair was mainly well kept with only a few strands astray. He wore a professional-looking suit. He was slumped over, holding his head up with his hand. He immediately perked up once he saw me. I could feel my heart beating rapidly again, and my breakfast threatening to somersault out of my stomach. I forced it back down, it would be really bad if I threw up right now.
“You must be my new assistant, correct? The last one quit after he went back to America…Oh, I’m Li Haoyu.”
“Yeah um,” I swallowed, trying to get myself to stop panicking. Stay calm, my mind unhelpfully supplied. “My name is uh…Chiu. So, is there anything I can help with? Like, um…paperwork?” I offered, trying not to sound as awkward and wrecked with nerves as I felt.
“I have my schedule in the printer.” He gestured to a fancy black printer against the back wall. “I think there might be some paperwork, I forgot to sign...not sure.”
I went to the printer and checked the inside, and sure enough, there was some unsigned paperwork. I take it out of the printer, find an empty seat and begin to sign the paperwork. It wasn’t much honestly, I just needed to sign using the company’s signature. The signature became less and less clear each time, probably because I was running out of ink.
Haoyu tapped me on the shoulder, interrupting my work, he was carrying a tray with tea on it with one hand. “Do you want a cup?”
“Oh, um, t-thank you so much.” I stammered, a bit flushed and reached out to take a cup of tea from the tray, almost dropping the cup from how shaky my hands were. I went back to signing paperwork, pressing my pen against the paper and frowning when no ink came out.
Haoyu was still there, sipping on his tea with a calm expression on his face. He looked very handsome, no doubt about it. The thought of approaching him, and disturbing him, made me more anxious than I already was.
I eventually sucked up the embarrassment, inching closer to him with the sad, inkless pen in my hand. “Um…excuse me…” I pushed on, despite Haoyu’s look of concern. “Do you have an extra pen or something? I-uh…the pen. Ran out of ink.”
He nodded, rummaged through one of the drawers of his desk and handed me a really expensive pen. “Keep it. Also, what meetings do I have for today?”
I flip through his schedule, trying to find the one that had the present one on it. “You have a meeting with two clients, they own a very wealthy private tech business. It says that they want to buy a license to sell a camera brand owned by this company. It says their names are uh…Yuen Zixuan and Huang Mingze?”
Haoyu let out a sigh. “Those two again?”
Surprise. “Wait, you know them?”
“I went to university with them…”
“Ah, I see. Am I required to come with you for this meeting?” I asked. I probably should have known if it was or not, but I may or may not have skimmed through the job description. So asking stupid questions it is.
“Not required, recommended, though.”  He probably wasn’t judging, yet it still felt like he was staring into my soul. I averted my gaze, looking at the floor, then the wall, then the wooden chair that was very, very interesting. Just so the man wouldn’t stare into my soul and figure out that my left sock had a massive hole where my ankle was.
Even though I wasn’t required, it was recommended, that was basically just another way of saying it was required, at least for overachievers like me. “I’m coming with, then,”
“Can you tell me exactly when this meeting is?”
I handed him the schedule and pointed at the timetable where the meeting takes place. “It’s at 9:30 am, so 2-3 hours or so from now.”
He nodded, “You can do whatever until then.”
“Okay, thanks.” I take a long sip of my tea, emptying the entire cup. ‘Is there…a sink nearby?” I chewed on my lip, wondering if I should even be asking. Maybe they didn’t use sinks, or maybe they had their own dishwasher because only rich people can afford dishwashers.
“Oh… I think in the staff room. Don’t worry about the cup, just leave it on the tray outside and someone will come pick it up to be cleaned.”
“Wait so I don’t have to wash it…? I mean…of course. Uh, sorry about that.” I make my way out of his office and to the staff room in embarrassment.
—-2-3 hours later—
“Hiii!” Mingze says
“Oh, uh, hello. How’s up? I mean life?” I rambled, my body at least five degrees hotter than normal from how nervous I was.
“Is Mr Li late again?” Zixuan asks, glancing down at a watch. He spoke with a Cantonese accent.
I shrug. ‘Probably. Is it normal for him to be late?”
“Yes, especially now that he doesn't have an assistant to wake him up.” Zixuan sighs. “He was notorious for being late in university.”
“Oh god, does that mean I have to be his personal alarm clock,” I grumble. “I did not sign up for this sh-to be a human clock.”
“Assuming you’re his new assistant, yes. Have fun, I was the human alarm clock 8 years ago” He says sarcastically. “Oh. He also tends to forget his wallet and phone often.”
I groan, burying my face in my hands. “So I’m going to have to be his human wallet too…”
“Luckily for you, that’s usually Huijin.” 
“The…pretty receptionist girl?”
“Yes. Don’t ask.” He checks his watch again and impatiently taps his foot.
Haoyu finally shows up 15 minutes later. “My apologies.” He takes a spot at the head of the table after pouring everyone a glass of either water or tea.
I pull the cup of tea closer to me, desperately needing an energy boost after navigating the hell that is buildings with 50 floors. “Apology accepted for now. So um, you said you wanted to buy the license for…this camera?” 
“Surely this could have been done in an email,” Haoyu says in an exasperated tone, rummaging for a piece of paper. 
“Didn’t get much sleep, did we?” Zixuan retorts, rolling his eyes. 
“Can we pretend to be civil for at least five minutes?!” I grumbled, before immediately realizing my mistake. Oh fuck. Is this really how I’m losing my job?
Haoyu clears his throat, using a fist to cover his mouth“Anyway, the licenses.” He hands Zixuan and Mingze two pieces of paper. “Sign here, then write a cheque then they’re yours.”
Mingze immediately grabs a pen and signs both cheques. “Thanks, dude! You’re the best!”
Zixuan elbows Mingze in the ribcage. “Did you seriously not read the fine print? We could be selling our souls for all we know “
“Fine print? Wait uh…oops.” Mingze said sheepishly.
“I understand, you’re not the only one who doesn’t read the fine print,” I admitted. I wasn’t quite sure what possessed me to admit something like that out loud. Maybe I was just really stupid.
Haoyu rose from his seat, “Once you have finished going over the documents please give them to my assistant, I believe this meeting is dismissed.” He was oddly cranky.
“Okay, no need to be a grump,” Mingze said grumpily as he painstakingly read the documents. Sporadically, he would look to Zixuan, who would softly pat his back with a look of affection, and then throw his head into his arms in despair. I watched very concerned as Mingze looked like he was about to rip the documents apart.
“Here, I’ll read them.” Zixuan dragged the documents from Mingze towards himself with a finger. He spent about 5 long minutes reading before signing and pushing them over to me.
“Thank you. Uh, you can go now.” I took the papers, shuffled them in order and then put them in a folder to do later because I didn’t feel like doing it right now.
After finishing all the paperwork, which took a lot longer than it should have because my wrist pain started acting up again. I let out a sigh of relief, flex my wrist and do a quick stretch before checking my cellphone. I had a couple of unread emails that were mostly just junk files and a new...text message?
Li Haoyu: I apologize for my mood earlier, may I invite you to dinner after work with Hujin nd my brother to make up for it?
Lien Chiu: It’s alright :) and sure!
Lien Chiu: Where is the place?
Li Haoyu: It’s a hot pot place best in Shanghai, around 3 blocks down. I usually get a taxi.
Lien Chiu: Oh
Lien Chiu: What time do I arrive there? You said after work, but I would like a specific time, if that’s ok :)
Li Haoyu: Right after, I’ll pick you up from your office.
Lien Chiu: Ok thanks
I turn off my phone and turn on my laptop, where I mark a bunch of emails as read and play some music while I’m at it. 
Later, I hear a knock at my office door. “Miss Lien? Mr Li wanted me to tell you that the taxi is here” An employee called.
“Coming,” I called.
Outside there wasn’t a taxi but a limo instead and Haoyu was outside casually chatting with the driver and Huijin as if they were old friends. 
“Oh hey, Chiu! Come on in!” Hujin pats the seat beside her. “Sit next to me, please! I’m so much better than Haoyu.”
“Yeah sure.” Haoyu scoffs at Hujin with a smirk on his face.
Hujin sticks her tongue out at Haoyu. “I’m obviously cuter, and at least I don’t always forget my wallet. And my keys. And my phone.” She says teasingly.
“You two…seem close?” 
Haoyu bites his lip “Friends from college.” He says rather quickly. “Also speaking of forgetting my wallet and phone…”
“NOT AGAIN!” Hujin yelled, repeatedly whacking Haoyu with a pink bunny neck cushion, which made me snort with amusement.
“I’ll e-transfer you later tonight? I’m paying by the way.” He just stared deadpan at the pink bunny neck pillow, casually blocking it with his arm. 
Hujin just glared at him. “Fine.” She paused in her relentless attack on Haoyu with the neck pillow, before whacking Haoyu with a bear plush.
“Okay, you can stop beating him…” I said, attempting to grab the bear plush from Hujin. Every time I would try to grab it, she would shove the plush in my face, perhaps she was trying to use the fluffiness to distract me, which totally wasn’t working!!
Then the limo stops in front of this fancy-ass-looking restaurant. They got out of the limo, walked in and were seated by an oddly formal hostess. At the table was a guy who looked almost exactly like Haoyu, the only difference was this dude was dressed a lot more casually and his hairstyle was slightly different. 
“Are you by any chance made in a lab?” I blurted out, before immediately having the urge to descend into the earth’s core.
“Uh…pardon?”
I looked at Haoyu and Hujin, the former with an awkward smile on his face and the latter stifling her snickers with her hand covered over her mouth.
“Well, it’s just that…You look exactly like Haoyu. Except that your hair and clothes are a bit different.”
“We’re twins.” Haoyu points out.
I mentally facepalmed. “Ah. Right. Well,” I retorted, trying to defend my honour. “In my defence, you never know if someone is made in a lab or not.”
Hujin’s eyes darkened with mischief. “You’re right actually, both Haoyu and Huifen are made in a lab. I’m the one born the standard way.”
“Hey! Stop with the conspiracies!” Huifen interjected. 
Haoyu only rolls his eyes at Huijin’s comment, “All 3 of us were born because our parents had sex.”
“Yeah, well our parents had sex in a lab and then had you guys, meanwhile I was actually born in a hospital,” Hujin replied. Meanwhile, I was recovering from shock, at Hujin’s crude sense of humour, the way she took my joke and pushed it to the limit.
“Why are you more invested in this conspiracy than me?” I asked Hujin, very concerned for the way she seemed so dead set on her opinion. 
“Dad told me it was in a private jet ...For all 3 of us” Haoyu replies, his eyes scanning the menu. 
“What?!” Huifen, Hujin and I yelled at the same time. Hujin marched up to Haoyu and poked him in the chest.
“Are you being serious or silly?!” She said, staring up at him with a scowl on her face. It was really cute, honestly.
“Dad told me because I asked why there were drawers full of condoms.” Haoyu was probably serious as he didn’t even crack a smile.
“You guys can afford to make love in a private jet?!” I shrieked, pulling at my hair.
“You can’t?” Haoyu asks dumbfounded, staring right into my soul.
“Well, I’m sorry I don’t have a million dollars to spend on a private jet!” I retorted, exasperated and recovered from a culture and lifestyle shock.
“I could let you fuck in our private jet, wait what,” Huifen said nonchalantly.
“WHAT?!” I stared at Huifen. “I don’t even know how to fuck, let alone in a private jet! Is there, like a…difference?”
“I don’t know how to fuck either.” Haoyu replied bluntly. Hujin elbowed him again, sending him a deadpan glance.
“Aaaanyway, enough sex talk, and let’s eat. I’m starving and I’d rather not starve to death while the last thing I hear is about the differences between regular citizen sex and expensive private jet sex.” Hujin declared, putting her hands on her hips.
“Bitch, we didn’t even order any food yet. We scared the waiter off.” Huifen objected
Hujin glared at Huifen. “And who’s fault is that? You gotta stop projecting on me, gēge.”
“Wait hold on, you guys are siblings?” I exclaimed. Honestly, why was I even surprised? Even without the obvious slipup, I should have figured it out long before, it was basically hinted at me since Hujin told me to be a little shit to Haoyu when I first arrived, and the fact that they said their parents had sex. Fuck me.
“Yeah, it was kind of implied when we said that we were all from our parents having sex in a private jet,” Huifen states.
“Enough with the private jet sex!” Hujin shrieked, 
Haoyu’s gaze hardened, “Do not tell anyone.” Then his gaze softens again, “Besides dìdì, maybe she thought it was a gangbang.”
“I SAID ENOUGH SEX!!!” Huijin screamed even louder, which definitely made everyone sitting at neighbouring tables concerned. If they were not already, that is.
I hold my hands up in surrender. “Okay, I wasn’t going to anyway. Although…are you sure you trust me enough to not…slip up or something?”
Hujin grabbed my hands and I nearly jumped at the sudden touch. “Of course we trust you, silly goose! Besides, we’ll just pay them a million dollars to shut them up. Now,” She grabs all of us by the arms. “Let’s go order something before A PRETTY YOUNG LADY STARVES TO DEATH!!”
Haoyu waves down a waiter and puts in an order. The waiter looks at all of them with an odd look, before gasping.
“No way! You must be…you must be Haoyu, CEO of Revocorp! And you look, wait no, are you Huifen! I love your cosplays so much! Woah,” The waiter does a double take at Hujin, who was dressed in a pink strawberry cardigan, a pastel rainbow-striped gown and brown Uggs. “Aww, aren’t you adorable!”
“Thank you!” Hujin beamed. Her smile is also cute…I think with a pang of jealousy.
“No problem, ah right, your orders?” The waiter pulls out a pen from their ear and a notepad, ready to write down our orders.
“Chiu, do you drink?” Haoyu asks.
“I drank vodka once…? Does that count?” I say.
Haoyu turns to the waiter “This set.” He says, pointing to a certain spot on the menu. Then he leans in to whisper something to the waiter “And a bottle of your most expensive wine plus 4 glasses.”
“WHAT! HOW ARE YOU AFFORDING ALL THIS?!”
“Money.”  
I glared. “Yeah, I know that, you dunce. But like, wha-we never had this back home! Oh, wait, do I have to pay my share or…” I search through my wallet, and well…I had a couple of coins, two $20 bills…and my credit card which was definitely going to expire soon.
He puts his hand on mine, “Don’t worry about it”
“Oh…” My brain short-circuited for a good moment before smiling shyly. “Thanks.”
A fit of giggles erupted from Hujin, who was shaking in her seat from laughter. Huifen nudged her, but she continued to laugh. Her laugh immediately dropped to a frown when she found that the waiter put down kids utensils, with the Doraemon bowl and colored cutlery.
“Is this…oh this has to be a joke,” Hujin grumbled.
Haoyu meanwhile was smirking at Huijin’s grumble. Wait, wasn’t he whispering to the waiter earlier?
“I think it was Haoyu’s doing,” I told Hujin, who immediately stood up and glared down at Haoyu.
“You! It was your idea for them to give me children’s cutlery! This is ruining my reputation! And I’m 26!” Hujin shrieked dramatically, miming stabbing Haoyu in the throat with the plastic knife.
“I mean…” I say, as an attempt at being a devil’s advocate. “Kids menus are cheaper?”
Hujin scrunched her nose at me before scowling at Haoyu. “You jerk! You know damn well that you can afford 3 adult meals! You could afford this entire restaurant!”
“Baby sister for a reason.” Haoyu shrugs, brushing her off.
“I’m 26…” Hujin pouts. I pat her on the back comfortingly.
“There there, some of us are just born to look like 12-year-olds.” I teased.
“Not you too!” Hujin wailed dramatically, grabbing onto my sweater vest. “You were on my side, I trusted you…and you just betrayed me…were we ever meant to be?”
I grin. “What are you, a theatre kid?”
“I took drama in high school.” She props her chin on her hands. “Guess it never wore off.”
Then the waiter shows up with a bottle of fine wine and Haoyu gracefully pours a glass for everyone at the table, even making sure to put some in the coloured cup that Huijin had.
“Okay not gonna lie, this cup is actually kinda cute.” Hujin says as she stares at the wine in her coloured cup.
The waiter shoots a glance at Hujin and she sighs, pulling out her ID card. After a few moments, the waiter nods and leaves her drink alone.
“Does that happen often?”
“Yes.” All three of them say, all at once. 
“Used to happen to Haoyu and I before last year.” Huifen sighs. “We’re getting old.”
Hujin rolled her eyes. “Tell that to the middle-aged and seniors, they’ll think you’re crazy. Although…” she grins mischievously. “Are you sure none of you have back pain?
“We’re 27,” Haoyu mutters. “I am hunched over at a desk all day though.”
I nudged Haoyu. “I have wrist pain, so I guess you’re not alone. Probably since I’ve been writing every day for over 5 hours since I was a teen.’
Hujin took a swig from the sippy cup of wine. “Woah, body pain. Couldn’t be me.”
“Because you actually have time to stretch. Lucky.” Haoyu grumbles.
Said woman swirls her cup around, letting the wine slosh around the cup. “Even a minute of stretching out your arms could help, you bum.”
“Hmph, I don’t even have time for that. Besides, how would stretching my arms help with neck and back pain.” Huifen sighs. “I hope we can eat soon so I don’t have to be insulted by my own sister. I wonder how Mingze deals with bratty younger sisters.”
“I’ll have you now I’m only a brat 40% of the time!’ Hujin hissed. I couldn’t help but notice the way she looked like a very grumpy, rainbow, sparkly earring-wearing cat.
“40% is still a lot…” I mumbled before immediately being pinched on the cheeks by Hujin. ‘Ow ow ow, I take it back, help me-”
Then the waiter awkwardly places the food on the table. 
“Hey uh, I’d really appreciate some help here,” I stare pointedly at Huifen and Haoyu while escaping a headlock from Hujin. 
“You’re on your own,” Haoyu says, taking off his blazer then, putting some meat into the pot.
“Bastard,” I hiss at him. Huifen averts his gaze and I glare at him too. “Hey don’t look away! You’re also a bastard.”
Hujin then pulls me into a bear hug. “I guess we’re all bastards then!” She leans her head on my shoulder.
“Yeah…” I notice her head on my shoulder and stop in my tracks, all of a sudden the room went from hot to a boiler room. I’m pretty sure my brain was thoroughly cooked, better than the most well-done of steaks.
Haoyu puts a steak on my plate. “It’s Wagyu, you should try it.”
“Okay, uh, bon appetit.” I poked at the steak with my fork, before sighing and trying to cut it open with a fork and a knife, then sighing again and was almost tempted to just grab the wagyu by the end and shove the whole thing in my mouth, with chopsticks or something.
“Silly, you don’t need to cut it. But I’m sure someone here wouldn’t mind helping you,” Hujin teases, wiggling her eyebrows.
“Of course that certain someone wouldn’t mind helping their girlfriend,” Huifen smirks. I blink at him stupidly, trying to process what he said for a solid two seconds before the realization hits me with all the grace of being clonked in the head with a brick. Oh.
“No.” Interjects Haoyu. Still, he leans over with his knife and proceeds to cut the steak for me. 
“You really didn’t have to,” I say, while Hujin sulks about Haoyu being a ‘party-pooper’ and ‘old man wheezer’. “I was going to just eat it whole anyway.
Haoyu completely ignores Huijin, “Don’t worry about it.” He smiles ever so slightly. “Besides, you shouldn’t eat it whole. You will choke and die.”
“I’m too powerful to choke and die,” I deadpan back, picking up a large piece of steak and devouring it. Hujin looks at me with a mixture of awe and concern.
“Woah, I’m so trying that.” Hujin doesn’t even bother trying to cut her steak open, instead tearing off a huge chunk and swallowing. Her face turns a bright shade of red and she pounds on her chest while taking a huge swig of alcohol
Haoyu gently pats Hujin on the back, then clears his throat and he kinda glares at Hujin as if he’s trying to reprimand her for her table manners. Hujin glares back, not getting the memo about table manners. “Also don’t drink too fast, you’re going to get drunk.”
“Do we have a feral animal for a sister or what?” Huifen asks, half-joking, half-not.
“Mother would have killed her for this,” Haoyu replies cutting off a piece of steak. “And Father would have given all 3 of us a lecture on how we are representatives of our family 24/7”
“Thanks for that, now I’m going to choke on meat even more out of spite,” Hujin coughed out, covering her very rosy red face with a napkin.
“What are you, straight?” I quip.
“I’m whatever you want me to be, darling,” Hujin said in a sultry Southern accent before bursting into a fit of giggles so uncontrollable that Huifen jumped out of his chair in shock.
“I’m calling her an Uber home later…” Haoyu murmurs.
I nod. “Please,” I say while trying to avoid being suffocated while Hujin wrapped her arms around me and rested her head against the crook of my neck. “Help me…” I tried to move Hujin’s head away from me to take a bite of steak but gave up when she burrowed her head in further.
Haoyu removed Huijin’s arms from around me softly and guided her head towards himself. “Actually, I’ll just take her back to my place tonight.”
“Nooo,” Hujin whined. “She’s warmer than you. And more soft.” She grinned widely, a soft giggle forming on her lips. I suddenly felt my face heat up, probably because of how hot the steak I ate was. Most definitely.
“Huifen, can you take away her wine please?” Haoyu asks. “Erm, I also forgot my wallet so…”
Huifen threw his hands up in frustration. “Are you fucking kidding me?! This is the third time this week! Fine, I’ll pay though.” He pulled out his wallet, dropped 3 hundred-dollar bills in the little basket and waved for a waiter to come and collect it.
“I’ll e-transfer you once I get back to the office. Also Language we're in public.”
“Yeah yeah, no need.” Huifen waves it off. “It’s only a hundred dollars.”
“No no, I got it.” Haoyu waves off Huifen’s wave off.
“Don’t forget the e-transfer then,” Huifen sighs.
“Rich bitches,” I interrupt them while putting down twenty-five cents as a tip. “Good enough.” 
Haoyu helps Huijin to her feet, “Do you have your own ride or do you want to join us in the limo?” He looks at Huifen. 
“I’ll join you guys, a bit of family bonding I guess.” Huifen sighed and put his wallet back into his bag, and slung it over his shoulder. “Let’s go I guess.”
“Don’t fall” Haoyu warns Huijin, still he walks slower to ensure he’s right next to her.
Hujin pretends to trip out of spite, before immediately straightening herself afterward. “I’d never fall…unless it’s head over heels.”
“At this point, you’re falling head over heels literally.” Haoyu sighs, “I’ll let you have my bed tonight, I don’t want you alone right now.”
Hujin frowned. “Ah, right. That makes sense.” Her face and tone were grim, and it made me feel grim for some reason. I wanted to do something, anything to make her smile again.
“So um…penguins?” I asked, trying to lighten the mood. “Opinions?”
“They’re cute,” Haoyu says, getting into the limo.
Hujin perked up immediately and started rambling about penguins, from their scientific name all the way to their mating seasons and their dietary habits. By the time the limo was on its way back to the company building, Hujin was now rambling about…Madagascar and how accurate the penguins representation was.
“Chiu, you’re dismissed, feel free to head home once you get to the office,” Haoyu says authoritatively. 
I smile warmly at Haoyu. “Thank you, for…well, everything.” My stomach churned with unease and I fought off the butterflies in my stomach with a pained grimace. “Sorry, I don’t really feel well right now…still getting used to uh…life in the big city.”
Haoyu nods “Do you want me to walk you to your car?” He offers.
I glance at Hujin and Huifen, who nod and give a thumbs-up in a strangely devious manner. “Um, okay, that would be nice. 
The four of us walked to the parking lot in comfortable silence, although I couldn’t help but notice Hujin whispering to her brothers in a drunk way and then started bursting into fits of laughter. Just what was that manic pixie nightmare girl yapping about now?
“Are you sure you don’t mind me teasing your new assistant girl?” Hujin says in a sing-song voice to Haoyu. Huifen gives Hujin a deadpan stare and a grunt before plugging in his earbuds, his social battery worn out 
“Shut it.” Haoyu stops to boop his sister’s nose. Hujin wrinkled her nose, an angry pout on her face.
“Uh-uh, I’m stealing her from you,”
“Stealing who?” I butted in, wanting to be included in the conversation. Back at home, I was often given weird looks by others for not minding my own business. However, the siblings didn’t seem like the judgmental type, so I didn’t really bother asking. 
“I honestly have no idea,” Haoyu replied. “Uh is that your car?” 
I nod. “Yeah. Uh, see you tomorrow I guess?” I look at Hujin, who was basically using Haoyu as a human teddy bear. She was snoring loudly on his shoulder and startled awake when I nudged her awake
“By the way,” I said smugly. “You’re going to have a killer headache tomorrow.”
“Noooooo…” she whined, burying her face even more into Haoyu’s shoulder.
“I think I have stuff to treat it at home, you’ll be fine.” 
“My head feels like it’s been hit on a rock…” Hujin complained.
I sigh, both exasperated and fond. “Maybe if you didn’t chug five glasses of vodka in one go?”
Haoyu shook his head, “Mother and Father would have killed me for even letting you drink, period.”
Hujin grumbled. “If only they ever treated me like an adult, not a fragile glass doll. Rargh!” She gripped at her hair.
“They’re dead,” Haoyu says bluntly. Crossing his arms with a stonefaced expression, returning to his soulless facade. “We can’t wish for anything from them anymore.”
“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that,” I say apologetically. Though sympathy was probably the last thing either of them wanted, it was the only thing that I could think of
Hujin waved off my concerns. “It’s fine, it’s not like it hurts…that much.” She cradled herself, looking a bit shameful. “Um…I mean, they’re our parents, so I should feel sad, but…” She shoots a pleading glance at me
“Don’t feel bad, I’m kinda glad they’re gone.” Haoyu blurts out. Then he grumbles  “I couldn't even force myself to cry at their funeral.”
I look at him, mostly a bit confused, before coming to an understanding. “So, I’m going to assume they weren’t the best of parents?”
“Far from it,” Huifen chimed in, sounding almost nonchalant…or detached?
Haoyu remained silent from here, his face suddenly becoming pale as if he said something he shouldn’t have, he’d occasionally glance at his twin but other than that he was frozen.
The air was getting more suffocating by the second. I opened my car door and slid in. “Um…thanks for accompanying me. I’ll see you tomorrow.” I lock the car door and drive back home.
chapter 2 release tbd
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Ballad of a Gooney Bird
Gazing skyward, her tail-wheel configuration appears as if she's ready to fly—embracing the celestial world above, loving the heavens like her airmen within.
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Pulling chocks from her wheels, line personnel scramble beneath her soft beautiful lines. Aerodynamic curves, waiting to serve her desires, a calling to the sky.
The calm before flight, interrupted by the captain's call, "Clear, right!" A signal to anyone nearby to remain clear of the right propeller.
Pressing the primer, starter, and vibrator switches to the right, the first officer watches as her three-blade propeller begins to rotate on the starboard engine. On the twelfth rotation, puffs of smoke pour from the exhaust as the C-47 rumbles to life—vibrating the entire airframe.
Quickly releasing the starter switch, the first officer keeps pressure on the remaining switches, monitoring the response from the engine. As the rumble transitions to a roar, he releases the vibrator switch while gently advancing the mixture lever, he continues to work the primer until her engine settles into a consistent hum. 
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Waiting for the signal from the captain, the first officer prepares to repeat the procedure on her left engine—accomplishing the same series of steps that would be repeated countless times through the decades prior to each flight.
Whether preparing for her daring airborne drops over Normandy; flying the Hump between India and China; to rescuing U.S. forces from the frozen world of North Korea; or supplying the Berlin airlift; the rumble of each engine start still echos through aviation history today.
While her civilian sister, the Douglas DC-3, would serve U.S. airlines, the C-47 Skytrain—sometimes referred to as Gooney Bird—operated as a military transport aircraft from WW2 to Vietnam. While so many other aircraft steal the spotlight, the U.S. C-47 played a major role in conflict, a role unmatched during her era of flight.
Even today, her DC-3 sister still rumbles off runways, serving poorer nations around the globe. A testament to superior aircraft design, a soft simple beauty only recognized by her airmen.
My photos: Douglas C-47 Skytrain Mott's Military Museum, Groveport, October 16, 2021.
By @aviationgeek71
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