his long note in missing you always gets me

Dancing On My Own: Part 11

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader / Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Angst

Catch Up Here

Word Count: 1381

Summary: Bucky Barnes never imagined himself falling in love with anyone, especially his best friend’s girl. Of course his plans were shot to hell when Steve decided to surprise everyone and propose to you on your birthday. Had he missed his shot, or would he be willing to risk both of his closest friendships in hopes of winning your heart?

Author’s Notes: Thanks for being patient! I am SO sorry it has taken me so long to post. I think my life is FINALLY back to normal – hopefully. I am tired of being busy. Working three jobs can get exhausting. I always love hearing from you guys <3. Please let me know if you would like to be tagged.

Originally posted by captaincentenarian

Originally posted by blakemylove

It had been decided – by your mother – that you would be the one to write her eulogy, and as much as you dreaded the idea of standing in front of a group of strangers, family, and friends you knew if you didn’t do it you would regret it. It was her way of letting you get to say all the things she had robbed you of while she was still alive and keeping her sickness a secret. It was the best goodbye you would be able to give. So you gathered a plethora of your favorite books, the ones that made you think of her, and escaped from the house– finding solace in your childhood treehouse once again. You spent hours flipping through pages and staring at your empty notebook. How could you find the right words to say – were there right words? Bucky found you some hours later as you laid across the floor of the tree house with your books and crumpled discarded pieces of paper around you. In your frustration you had somehow decided to take a nap – in hopes of waking up inspired.

His entrance caused you to stir – throwing the books off of you with a thud that caused you to sit up quickly. Bucky couldn’t help but chuckle. “What is it?” you asked wearily as you checked your watch for the time.

“I just wanted to check on you – you’ve been out here for awhile and your dad thinks people will stop showing up in an hour,” he explained casually. He paused awkwardly for a moment – the long silence that followed seemed almost palpable.

“And?” you ask warily as you eyed him cautiously.

“And to talk about… About everything…” he added quietly.

The sound of his voice caused your heart to sink. “Bucky… I … I can’t right now… I have to finish this before the service,” you explained quietly – making sure to not make eye contact. Bucky nodded silently beside you before giving your hand a reassuring squeeze and rising to leave.

“I meant to tell you – I packed this for you before we left New York,” he added quietly as he handed you your battered copy of C.S. Lewis’s A Grief of Observed. “I remembered you telling me how much it resonated with you when your grandmother died and… well I just thought it might help,” he added with a soft sad smile.

“Thank you Bucky,” you whispered as he made his descent from the treehouse—leaving you alone once again.

Later in the evening, as your extended family descended upon your family home, you couldn’t help but feel lonely. It was always odd to you – the more people that you had around the lonelier you always seemed to be, but one thing was different this time – you had Bucky. Bucky – who had managed to keep his eyes on you all night regardless of what either of you were doing. As much as you dreaded the eventual conversation and decisions that faced both of you – you couldn’t help but want to be alone with him which led you to eventually gravitate towards his direction. It was then that you were finally able to have a moment to yourselves.

“Did you finish?” Bucky asked quietly – his stubble grazing your ear.

“Yes I did – thanks to you,” you responded with a shy smile. “How did you remember?” you asked with a laugh. You had been sure that Bucky had tuned you out while you discussed your thesis over C.S. Lewis and J.R.R. Tolkien to great lengths. You had also thought that the small detail of the book helping you after losing a woman he had never met would also escape him.

“I remember everything,” he whispered softly as his knuckles grazed your hand. You could tell that he wanted to be more affectionate towards you, but he kept his control – to everyone else you were still happily dating Steve. Steve. You flinched at the thought of his name. You had successfully managed to somehow forget Steve – which made you feel much worse. Your eyes suddenly began to water as the blood drained from your face. “Are you okay?” Bucky whispered as he took in the change of your demeanor.

“Yeah – I’m fine… I just… I need some air,” you muttered miserably as you quickly walked away from Bucky, who was now being cornered by your uncles. You were at least slightly relieved when you looked over your shoulder to see that you weren’t being followed before slipping out into the growing darkness. The quiet of the outdoors made you feel like you could breathe again after being in the overcrowded house for so many hours. You sighed to yourself as you sunk into one of the wicker seats overlooking the backyard.

“Get to you too, huh?” the voice of your father rang out in the quiet night causing you to jump. You had been so relieved to finally be away from the crowd of people that you hadn’t noticed his silent form. “Sorry – didn’t mean to scare you,” he responded with a small grin. “Want a beer?”

“That is the first appropriate question anyone has asked me tonight,” you sighed as you grabbed a bottle from his hand.

“Where’s Bucky?”

“He’s um… he’s inside. Got cornered by some of our extended family,” you answered awkwardly with a shrug.

There was a short silence before your father spoke again. “Is everything okay between you two?” he asked hesitantly.

“I… I don’t know,” you whispered as you fidgeted nervously with your hands. Your father sat in silence as he watched you.

“Because you love him,” he stated matter-of-factly.

“I… I think… I’m just so confused,” you managed to mutter as you buried your face in your hands. “It’s all too much. I just wish mom was here to tell me what to do.”

“Do you love Steve?”


“Are you in love with Steve?”

“I don’t… I’m… Dad, I’m engaged to him.” At this your father nodded his head as he looked at you.

“Are you in love with Bucky?” he asked quietly as he stared at you intently.

“… I don’t know how I can answer that question… I don’t… I just can’t,” you muttered miserably.

“Your mother and I… We always trusted your judgment – even when you were a child. You always knew what you wanted and knew what was good for you. You don’t need us to make this decision for you – we can’t. But whatever you do decide I’ll stand by you, kiddo – until the very end,” he said as he gave your hand a reassuring squeeze before rising from the chair. “I better head back in before someone notices I’m gone. Coming back?” he asked as he offered you a hand, which you gladly took.

“No – I think I’ll call it an early night,” you answered before following him back into the house and slipping passed the lingering guests to the comfort of your room.

Bucky had had a foreboding feeling all day. Something wasn’t right and he knew it was his fault. That feeling is what had led him to try to find you after you had disappeared outside which caused him to hear part of your conversation with your father before he disappeared from the crowd of your relatives – deciding it would be best for him to sleep in the quinjet for the night. Your father had asked you point blank if you loved him and you hadn’t been able to provide a straight response. When he had asked about Steve… you had said yes. Of course he should have known— he thought to himself as he ran his hands through his hair. You had said yes to going on a date with Steve, you had continued saying yes to Steve resulting in your engagement. Who had he been kidding? All he did was ruin any chance he had had at keeping you in his life… maybe he had always known it would end this way. You were too good for him anyway.

He sighed to himself as he laid on one of the cots in the jet. He decided it would be best if he left as soon as the funeral was over before falling into an uneasy sleep.

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A Flower’s Path | Pt. 2

GIF Credit to: ygo-gx

Pt. 1 | Pt. 3

Pairing: Ban Ryu (Do Ji Han) X Reader

Genre: angst, coming-of-age, slight!romance

Word Count: 2,719

Request: Hi! For the Hwarang scenarios, what about one where you are a great enough fighter that you are asked to be the ONLY female hwarang (but against your will). Once inside, Ban Ryu is constantly complaining about how you shouldn’t be there and how it’s a disgrace for a woman to be in the Hwarang house. The two of you keep bashing heads bc even though you didn’t want to be there, you weren’t going to take that from him. Once the princess gets there she gets jealous that most of the hwarang gets close with the female hwarang and tries to get rid of her. - @starbooks13

Ban Ryu’s irritation resonated through the whole room, and it felt like the temperature dropped. The frigid air almost matched the iciness in his eyes. Your hands tightened by your side. You did not like the way he spoke about you nor were you going to allow those words to leave his mouth again. “If one is able to improve Hwarang, then I am willing to bend the rules a little, whether that help be a man or a woman, Ban Ryu,” Master Wi Hwa said. “It is no different than allowing a half-blood like Sun Woo or one of royal blood like you in this household. None of those things will matter here. As for the upset officials, I cannot help with what their sons lacked. (Y/N) will be staying as the queen ordered.”

“You must be intimidated.”

Hearing your voice, the other Hwarangs turned to you, eyes wide. Ban Ryu narrowed his eyes. “What?” 

“Doesn’t Park Young Sil despise Her Majesty? So, why would he have his adoptive son join Hwarang unless there was an ulterior motive? Is there? Don’t think that I am not aware of your stance on the formation of Hwarang either, Ban Ryu. If you don’t like such idea, what bothers you so much about me being here then? Other than me being a lady.”

You crossed your arms, waiting for a counterargument. Ban Ryu’s jaw clenched, and his brows furrowed. He started to open his mouth again to bite back when Master Wi Hwa immediately cut off the quarrel. “Enough. Both of you,” he ordered sternly. The chief instructor glanced over at you. “Go see Miss Ah Ro for your uniform right now and return for training.”

You were the first one to end the glaring competition between you and the other angry royal blood, knowing that your father wouldn’t be happy if he was to hear about your attempt to kill a member of Hwarang on your first day. “I shall meet with Miss Ah Ro,” you answered. You walked through the group of males, and their eyes continued to follow you. On your way out, you passed by Ban Ryu, but not without hearing him slip a quick murmur.


As soon as you stepped outside of the lesson room, you let out a loud annoyed sigh, walking to the physician’s room. “First day here and I’ve already been targeted by Ban Ryu, that jerk. I should just cut off his tongue so that he can’t say anything else. Ugh! Father, I don’t think I can do this.”

Maybe if you gave up fighting and married instead, you wouldn’t have to stay. No. Fighting was something you excelled at. Your father wanted you to use those skills for a bigger purpose. He would be so proud. Plus, if you decide to just leave, that would definitely feed Ban Ryu’s satisfaction. You’d rather die than give him that.

Landing yourself in front of what you figured to be the physician’s room, you slowly opened up the door. “Miss… Ah Ro?” When she heard your voice, Ah Ro turned to you and hurried to stand.

“Miss (Y/N)! It’s been a while since we’ve last seen each other!” she exclaimed with a smile. “I was told that you would be coming to see me. Please come in.”

You smiled back and stepped into the room. You were acquainted to Ah Ro because of her well-known father from the village. Even though you had your own family physician, sometimes you preferred to see the best physician instead. During those visits, Ah Ro would occasionally be there as well, and the two of you exchanged few words.

“I am both surprised and in awe that you have chosen to become a Hwarang, Miss (Y/N). My brother told me that a woman was joining.”

“Your brother?” you asked, puzzled. Ah Ro has never mentioned a brother. You were so sure you’ve never seen anyone else besides Ah Ro and her father live together.

“Ah, yes. It is… quite a long story. I have found my long lost brother,” she said, a sincere smile appearing on her face. “His name is Sun Woo. I think-”

“The half-blood. I remember Master Wi Hwa mentioning him.”

Ah Ro nodded her head. “I hope you are able to assist him while you’re here, Miss (Y/N). My brother is always doing his own things that it can get him in trouble. He does before he thinks. He doesn’t have the best view on royal bloods, but he will definitely warm up to those he grows to care for.”

“Duly noted.”

“I am delighted that there is another lady here in the Hwarang House with me. I hope we become closer.” Ah Ro reached for something on the table, and when she held it up, you realized it was your uniform. The uniform looked similar to the male’s with a few adjustments. Instead of it being blue on the side with purple accents, yours was switched. You actually liked it.

You took the uniform from Ah Ro. “I am just as delighted that you’re here, too,” you told Ah Ro, face lighting up. “At least there’s someone here who hasn’t given me such a hard time.”

“Has someone already done so?” Ah Ro inquired.

“Yes.” A very clear image appeared in your mind. “But it’s not something I can’t handle so I am not worried. Thank you for the uniform, Ah Ro.”

“Good luck, Miss (Y/N)!”

Once you changed into your new attire and felt the new fabric on your skin, that was when your title of a “Hwarang” seemed official. The uniform itself was a display of what you stood for to everyone else, but what exactly was its meaning? Were you really a protector for the people? Or just a pawn for the queen?  “Hwarang,” you whispered to yourself. Even the name on your tongue carried quite some weight.

You gathered all of you hair to tie into a neat ponytail before heading back outside to the training area as asked. Even though you didn’t want to admit it, the number of males around intimidated you. There was not a single person that you considered yourself close with. You knew most of the family they came from, but to answer about their personal lives would be quite difficult. Scanning the group, you tried to find at least one person to stand next to.

Just then, there was a small tap on your shoulder and a voice that called your name, “(Y/N).” You turned around to find Soo Ho.

“Oh, Soo Ho!” you replied, letting out a small gasp of surprise. You had no idea he would approach you. “I haven’t seen you since you joined the group. It is nice to see you again. My father kept going on how I should stick with you once I got in here, haha.”

Soo Ho chuckled. “Is that so? My father also told me that I should help you as much as I can with your first few days here. I doubt you’ll need my help though. Still, I am here if you need anything. Come on, I’ll take you to some of the other people that I’m close to here.”

You followed behind Soo Ho until he stopped in front of his friends. “(Y/N), I’m sure you know some of them already,” Soo Ho said.

Looking around, you nodded.

“Wow, you look really cool, (Y/N)!” Han Sung exclaimed. “You already fit right in with us! Don’t you think so Yeo Wool?” Yeo Wool, who was standing right next to Han Sung, nodded his head in approval.

The compliment made your cheeks flush a little. “Thank you,” you said before turning to face the fighting equipment. “So, how does training work around here? Do we just pick up a weapon and find someone to fight?”

“Sounds like someone’s a little eager for combat,” Ji Dwi said, a look of amusement in his eyes. “That usually is it, but the instructor usually tells us what we’ll be doing until dinner. What? Are you a little fired up from your little argument a while ago?”

You rolled your eyes, groaning. “Please don’t remind me.”

“I bet money that (Y/N) will win if she actually fights with Ban Ryu. I’ve seen her before. I’m glad she put that jerk in his spot today,” Soo Ho said confidently.

You couldn’t help but laugh until you felt a rough bump against your shoulder, pushing your body back. The laugh immediately stopped, and you shot a glare at the culprit. “Speak of the devil,” you muttered under your breath.

After taking a deep breath, you tried your best to remain calm. “You should really watch where you’re going,” you told Ban Ryu.

“You should really watch where you’re standing, princess” he said in retaliation. “Like I said, if you can’t handle what goes on here, it’s not the place for you.” Ban Ryu proceeded to walk away, standing a few feet in front of you.

In your head, you cursed him many times. You couldn’t understand how mighty he walked around when words like that left his mouth. “I really hate him,” Han Sung huffed, crossing his arms. You agreed.

A loud gong rang out. You straightened up at the sound, signaling for attention and watched the instructor walk out. “Today, we shall practice with knives. I’ll teach you the basics in how to avoid a knife as well as how to fight without a weapon when you’re up against an opponent with a knife. Afterwards, you will take turns practicing with a partner. Do well and we’ll finish early.”

Partner, you thought to yourself. Anyone but him, please.

Your faith in the heavens became stronger. You ended up pairing with Ah Ro’s brother during practice. While you both went over the moves, you caught some ill-mannered guys loudly talking about how you and Sun Woo were great matches with each other.

“Isn’t (Y/N) great at fighting though?”

“Come on. How great can she be? Probably good for a girl but she’s nothing compared to us. Then there’s Sun Woo. He can barely fight.”

You wanted so bad to talk back, but you didn’t want them to ruin training time for you at all. Maybe there’ll be a day for you to teach them a lesson. “Don’t worry about them,” Sun Woo said as he continued to dodge your attacks.

You swiped your knife to the half blood’s left, hitting air when he moved away. “I’m not worried about them,” you promised. “You shouldn’t be either. Focus on my moves.”

“I don’t wanna sound rude,” Sun Woo said, dodging another of your strikes, “but are you really good at fighting? I mean, you must be since the queen brought you in. Everyone is saying something, but I haven’t seen it for myself yet. I’m quite curious.”

You smirked. The sun was beating down in the late afternoon. You noticed the sweat on Sun Woo’s face. He was breathing heavily as he tried to keep up. “You wanna know a secret, Sun Woo?”


“I’m going easy on you.”

“What?! This is you going easy on me?!”

A little more than a week in the Hwarang House later, you finally started to get the hang of things. You would eat meals with Soo Ho, Ji Dwi, Han Sung, Yeo Wool and Sun Woo. During the break times, you would sometime go visit Ah Ro. Training was still your favorite time of the day. The insults lessened when the instructor started one-on-one sparring, and you were up against the fools who spoke badly about you, putting them in their place. Having been humiliated, they didn’t say anything bad to you anymore.

Ban Ryu still took jibes at you whenever he found a chance, and you would always counter. Even Master Wi Hwa was getting tired of the altercations. A few days ago, both of you had to go in town to retrieve some medicine for Ah Ro while she tended an injured Hwarang. Master Wi Hwa thought it would help the two of you reconcile, but you two clashed walking all the way back. Therefore, Master Wi Hwa pledged to never allow the both of you to go out in public together ever again.

After training for the day, you made your way to the bathhouse. While the rest of the Hwarangs were assigned to showers after dinner, yours was before. You hated sweat sticking onto you while you ate. The stench along with it wasn’t pleasant, either. You didn’t know how the men did it. You soon found the doors to the bathhouse and pushed it open. “Hello?” you called to make sure the room was empty. When no response returned, you closed the doors behind you and undressed.

Warm waters ran down from your hair all the way to your toes. Stress went away, and you let out a long sigh. You couldn’t wait to visit home in a few days. Father would most likely want updates, and you wanted to let Soonja know how you were managing, too.

You were letting the water wash all of the soap suds away on your body when you thought you heard footsteps from outside of the bathhouse. Wiping the water from your eyes and lowering the strength of the shower head, you stopped to listen to the noise outside.

As you figured, they were indeed footsteps. “What in the world?” you said to yourself. No one was allowed to be around the bathhouse at this time except for you. You froze, suddenly realizing that anyone could be outside right now. You looked down at your naked body, a million thoughts running through your head. The showers had covers on both sides of you, so whoever walked in wouldn’t be able to see anything other than your face. Still, that didn’t help you feel any better.

Your eyes pinned to the door, waiting on any movement. The door started to shake a bit. Your felt your hairs stand up. I’m going to kill whoever walks in, you thought to yourself. You thought of yelling to let the person on the other side know that you were already occupying the bathhouse, but it was too late.

The door opened, and as soon as you met eyes with the intruder, you let out a scream. “Ahhh!”

“Ahhh!” A deep voice screamed back at you.

Ban Ryu quickly covered his eyes while you shielded your body with your arms. “What are you doing here?! You’re not supposed to be in here! Get out you pervert!”

You were pretty sure your face was red from embarrassment, and so was Ban Ryu’s because he immediately shut the door closed. You could hear his quick footsteps leaving the bathhouse. You turned off the water and hurried to dress back in your uniform.

It was time for dinner, and you made it to the entrance. You looked in the dining hall to find your group of friends. As your eyes searched, you found Ban Ryu sitting at a table with his group. At the same time, Ban Ryu glanced up and saw you standing outside the door. His eye widened, and he started to cough, surprising everyone at that table. “Ban Ryu, are you okay?! Drink some water.”

You felt your cheeks heat. You rushed inside to get your tray of food and sat at your table. The minute you sat down, you began to stuff yourself with spoonfuls of rice. “Slow down over there or you’ll choke,” Sun Woo deadpanned, looking over at you as he paced his own eating.

“(Y/N) is probably just hungry. She’s eating well, and I think she looks pretty like that.” Han Sung beamed. “(Y/N) looks like a cute chipmunk with her cheeks puffing out when she eats.”

“No… she’s definitely going to choke if she doesn’t slow down,” Ji Dwi said, agreeing with Sun Woo.

“Anyway, what do you think about the princess coming to see us?” Soo Ho brought up. “She’s coming in two days, and no one has any idea why.”

“It’s probably not a good one,” Ji Dwi mumbled.

Yeo Wool shook his head. “I, for one, actually think it may be interesting. What do you think, (Y/N)?”

Back to School Spoonie - Favorite accessories, apps, and life hacks.

It is again that time of year, the time where the thirst for knowledge and the quest for sleep are caught in an endless battle for domination. For those of us with chronic health issues, adjusting to a hectic new schedule can be extra taxing. Here are some apps, products, and general life changes that have been helpful for me:

1. I like to touch base with Accessibility Services at the start of the year. They know me and my file is this thick, but universities have a lot of students and it’s always good to remind them of who you are and if your situation has changed. IE: “Hi I have endo and subsequent fatigue and also now a shattered arm, so I will be needing a note taker this semester, in addition to missing the usual amount of classes.

2. The absolute first thing I do at the start of each year is put my class schedule in my phone/tablet/laptop as soon as I get it. Then I program reminders and alarms that take into account how long it will take me to get there. On the days when I’m tired, or not feeling well, I adjust these alarms accordingly. That way, I always have enough time to get where I need to and I get a reminder on all of my devices. iCloud is great for this if you’re a Mac user. Outlook is also good with scheduling reminders.

3. Set up emergency drives: if you live away from family, it helps to set up a small network of people who can drive you places in the event that you need to get to a hospital, appointment, etc and can’t drive. I have about 5 people lined up in case I need the emergency room, etc and I have a prof who is nice enough to drive me home from school if I’m working late. Be sure to say thank you and give presents. No one likes a mooch.

4. Right now my left arm is super broken, so taking notes is super tuff. I tried a number of options and finally found a good one that works for me and maybe also you. I don’t have the strength to carry my laptop and textbooks everywhere, so I bought a small bluetooth keyboard for my iPad and it’s making life exponentially easier. I’ve been using the LogiTech Fabric Touch keyboard and I like it because, in addition to weighing virtually nothing, it’s covered in water resistant fabric. That’s right, so now when those of us who have less than ideal hand/arm use spill shit all over our keys, the thing isn’t ruined. I tested this last night when I dropped a glass of wine on it. It’s fiiiiiine (wine glass, less so). It also has dedicated keys for accessing certain apps. This set up works great for me because it saves my back from lugging stuff everywhere and the keys are spaced a bit closer together and are quite shallow, making them easy to reach and press without tiring out my arm.

5. My favorite app is actually an older one, but it’s been consistently solid for a number of years, so it gets a shout out. For my class note taking, I use Evernote. Evernote is available on almost all platforms, including iOS, Mac, Windows, and through your web browser. There is both a paid, and free version. I’ve had both and unless you are a compulsive organizer like me, the free version works just fine. Evernote allows you to create notebooks by subject, add tags, pictures, even handwriting and audio recordings to individual notes. You can also "clip” webpages into a note to come back to later (very useful when your prof is bragging about some incredible article they discovered online that is actually a gossip post on Gawker). Evernote has a universal search that makes it easy to find your notes and they’re all accessible from virtually every device ever. They also print quite nicely with minimal formatting.

6. The other thing I’ve found really helpful this semester was getting a note taker. This is someone who shares notes with you, usually organized by your school, if you are too slow or unable to take efficient notes for yourself in class. I got one through accessibility services at my school and while it was awkward at first, I’m now confident that I’m not missing important information because my typing speed is limited. My note taker sends me a copy of her notes after each class and I drag/drop them in with mine. It’s easy, descrete, and I don’t feel like I’m making extra work for anyone.

anonymous asked:

sorry for the random question, ive been asking around in the fandom and no one really has an answer and as a fellow louis girl im hoping you might. do you know if louis ever uses his head voice/falsetto when singing? i dont think ive ever heard it. also where do you think he ranks among the others as far as vocal ranges go?

please please don’t apologizing for asking questions! I love answering :)

get comfy love. I could talk about Louis’ voice for a year

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[Stupid Ryder and his stupid homework or training or whatever it was that he was off doing, leaving Lake to his own defenses which were SLIM TO NIL, OKAY? And he was BORED and it was FRIDAY not that that really MEANT much at the end of the world because it’s not like Saturday morning cartoons were a thing anymore, but you know, they could be, and like, Saturdays they usually had the better breakfasts. Like, sometimes they made French toast which was like, the perfect hangover food. Not that Lake was supposed to be drinking considering he was a HEAD CASE and the fact that they didn’t have the right sciency-juice to make him more normal and less crazy-freak, but even if they DID he probably wouldn’t be allowed to drink with his medication either. So like, what-fucking-ever.

Hmm, okay so maybe he was a bit antsy tonight, a bit cranky, but it was better than being beyond-the-grave miserable. Weighted by depression that felt like drowning, breathing in salt water into his lungs. At least there was this buzzing, sparking feeling of energy in his veins, that had the potential to turn into something good.

It also had the potentials to turn into debilitating frustration that had him lashing out and accidentally making furniture tip over with his mind, or something like that, but you know….details.

Turning around after FINALLY getting his drink—(“Okay man, I know I don’t got tits to flaunt or whatever, but REALLY? IT’S BEEN LIKE TEN MINUTES,”)—he sipped at it and looked out onto the meager crowd of Catch 22. It was still early, but Lake was bored, and no way was he doing his Maths homework so he’d come here right after dinner. And though it wasn’t super busy, it seemed to be in no shortage of people who were having fun without him.

Hel-LO, 8th grade dances flashback. All that was missing was the token last slow song of the night, the uncomfortably long and butt-fucking-ancient ‘Stairway to Heaven’ in which the first few notes always struck a familiar fear in his heart because it meant it was that time again for Lake to NOT get a dance/date/girl, you name it.]

[…. tell tale guitar strums rang from the speakers, then slowly, a flute. …'there’s a lady who’s sure, all that glitters is gold…’]

….. oh you've got to be kidding me.