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stayandot8 · 3 months

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Drawn To You

Genre: fluff?? i guess??

Relationship type: idol!(lowkeytsundere)Seungmin x I.N's bestie reader

Important Contents: requested, i hope you enjoy my second Seungmin piece

WC: 4k

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I’d known Jeongin since we were kids. I was about a year older, but he’d always been there for me since the young days, before he became this huge kpop idol star with his group. But after I went away, our friendship strained.

The problem was that I didn’t tell him that I applied for school overseas in America. I needed to get out of our town, on to bigger things, and that upset him. We told each other everything. Everything…except that. He understood, like the amazing friend he was, but as he pursued his own dream, his time was harder to come by. The questions about America came fewer and slower, phone calls went from everyday to twice a week to once a month until the only time I heard from him was when he thought of me in between recording sessions. He always texted me after recording, something about needing to know I was behind him. I always knew he’d be a famous singer. His voice was always unique. Now the world was getting to see what I already knew as fact. And I was damn proud of him. I made sure to tell him every chance I got. Or at least I tried, because those opportunities came fewer and fewer as the years went on.

What I didn’t realize until I was already there was that America was not what I wanted. But my family had already paid my way through for me to get there and start, so I owed it to them to finish what I started. No, begged them for. I had to do it. Not just for me, but for them too now. And when I finished, degree in hand (well, suitcase), I traipsed back to Korea like my life depended on it. Why? Well… because it did.

The almost 16 hour plane ride was full of going from one book to another to my music apps and podcasts, fighting the impending boredom that came with the “adventure” in a tin can in the sky. The in-house wifi was holding up as best it could and my laptop was on the brink of overheating for the last hour. My mother’s last text before I took off popped up on my side window of messages.

Mother: Little Jeonginnie is blowing up big now! You would be so proud of him. He’s come so far since you’ve last seen him.

Jeonginnie?? I remembered the nickname she gave him and couldn’t stop the gagging noise from escaping in the middle of standing in line to board. The woman in front of me gave me a weird look. I stared back at her, glaring until she turned back around and started walking. I grimaced at my phone before I turned it on Airplane mode and put it in my pocket. What could be so different about him now? Had he grown that much? He couldn’t be much taller. I had always been taller than him, ever since we were kids. My mother blamed my father, saying it was his side of the family that gave me such a…problem. But I didn’t mind. It made it easier to scare off the boys I didn’t like. It also made it harder to find ones I did like that weren’t intimidated but… whatever. This was the way it had always been.

My mom has been looking forward to this day since I left, crying on the phone that she was ‘so excited to have her baby home again’ that I was sure she would chain me to the kitchen sink to prevent me from leaving again. She claimed the house hadn’t been the same since I left, and by the looks of it, it was obvious. It was missing its usual…lived-in charm that I had apparently brought to it. The pillows were too erect, too fluffed. The kitchen counter was too clean, not a stain nor trace of midnight ramen seasoning on the counter. It wasn’t quite…home. It was a space for my parents to entertain. Which is exactly how I ended up face to face with Jeongin in my living room, arms wide open and looking like… a man.

He was tall now too. His hair was blonde now and styled, even on his day off. It looked good. And his arms had filled out, no longer the sticks they used to be. Someone had gotten him into working out. Must be his older members… At least his smile was the same. Bright as ever, he stumbled over towards me and threw his arms around me with all his might.

“Noona! You’re back! I can’t believe you’re back, I never thought I’d be home to see it.” His dimples showed so deep that I didn’t realize how much I had missed the sight of them. They were the kind you could swim in, the kind you wanted to roll out like they were made of dough. Which explained why his fans and members called him Baby Bread. His whole face was squishy just like it had been when I left. Except now, the rest of him wasn’t nearly as squishy. It made me second guess myself a little too much. I shook my head, trying to shake the thought.

“Yeah yeah yeah. I came back because I saw you all over the internet, even over in America! What could you possibly be doing over there?!”

“It’s my band! We’re going everywhere now, I can’t stand to believe it sometimes. I still have a hard time believing it. But you’re finally back from school! How was your last year?! Tell me everything!”

Thus began a very long and tiring story of my senior year of college, everything from the parent-safe topics like classes and academics and American friends I made until our mothers left for the kitchen to make dinner. Then we moved onto the not so safe for parents ears, such as the hookups, the drama, and all of the bullshit that went down without my mother’s knowledge. He laughed when he was supposed to, he nodded at appropriate times, it was like he was using his media training on me and I couldn't help but laugh. He was mid-question and he stopped to tilt his head.

“What? What’s so funny?” He smiled again when I couldn’t keep it in anymore.

“I’m sorry, I just can’t help it. You’ve gotten very good at listening. If I remember correctly, you weren’t able to sit still and listen to me say more than three sentences at a time.”

“That’s because you learned how to tell an interesting story. College was good for something!” That dazzling smile emerged again and I was thinking those weird thoughts again. It wasn’t that I had thoughts of possibly liking him, it was just that the thought of it didn’t repulse me like it once did. It puzzled me.

“Yeah yeah yeah. So tell me about your group! What’s everyone like? Is it true what they say online about you guys?”

“Well, I don’t know what you’ve seen so I don’t know whether to say yes or no.” He laughed and sat back in his chair. “But things have been going really well! We’re starting up our tour right now, we have our first stop in two days in Seoul. You should come! I want you to meet everyone.” I’d read a little about them while on the plane, just to take a peak at what my friend had been up to in the years I’d been gone. There were eight of them now, and they all brought something special to the group, at least according to Stay, their fans. I knew who was who and that was about it. It was like I had met them already. “Come on, Noona. You can meet everyone tomorrow if you want to, before the concert. Auntie can come too.” I looked at him with wide eyes and hit his leg when he started to crack up.

“You are not funny, Yang Jeongin.”

His inhaling laughter told me he thought otherwise.

Strolling by our favorite cafe, the memories came back to me in waves. Between Jeongin cracking jokes about people who were walking by and me trying to keep him from wandering into the street. Our relationship had shifted constantly from friends to siblings of sorts. Being an only child hadn’t provided a lot of opportunities for the older sister types of activities I had itched for so I happened to find them with Jeongin. Everything I had dreamed about being an older sister, I had with him. It helped me feel…complete somehow.

Jeongin thought later that it would be better if I met some of the members little by little. But then I recieved a text countering that idea, stating that the when the others heard what was happening, they jump in the car bfore he could protest. He decided that he wanted to bring us all here, a place of comfort to me and somewhere he’d always wanted to bring them. He had told me the ones he lived with were the ones that would really test how I would get along with the rest of them since they were the ones who were ‘harder to read’ or something. I didn’t know which ones were the ones he lived with, only knew their names and faces in the group. I wondered if I’d need to do anything special to impress them or being my simple self would do. Jeongin told me to just be myself, but if these guys were anything like him, they didn’t really care who I was. They probably had people fawning over them constantly so maybe as long as I acted like I didn’t care, it might turn out in my favor. Not that I really cared if they liked me, but it’s always nice to make friends.

Walking up to the place I saw them all sitting at a table just chatting, like they were just regular people. They all had hats on, some backwards, and a mix of tshirts and sweats and jeans. One that I recognized, Lee Know, had his hat on backwards and his blonde hair was peeking out. It was then that I realized what Stays were talking about with him; he was prettier in real life. Like, a scary kind of pretty.

Felix on the other hand, was an ethereal kind of pretty with a soft exterior to balance Lee Know’s sharp features. It was a quick reveal to why they called him sunshine. Even with his dark hair, he radiated warmth and empathy. Like you could tell him anything and he would do everything in his power to help or just to listen. His hat was on sideways, like the boy next to him had moved it and he just hadn’t changed it back.

The boy next to him had his hat on straight. I gathered that one was Seungmin because of his baseball t-shirt. Stays knew he loved baseball, saying he would’ve become a baseball player if he hadn’t chosen this path in life. He was the only one watching me walk up to them, catching my eye and staring holes into my head. I didn’t drop his gaze, having the gut feeling that he was watching me for a reason. I just couldn’t point a finger as to why.

Right at the perfect moment, Jeongin turned around to see me approaching, his broad smile only growing wider.

“Over here!” He was waving me over to the empty seat beside him and Chan, a plate in front of it with a croissant on its center. A glass full of cream-colored liquid was placed in front of that empty seat, waiting for me. He still knew some things about me, proving the years of friendship withstood the idol training I was sure he went through. It didn’t break the kindness in him.

His smile didn’t fade the closer I got. In fact, I would argue that it got bigger and brighter, only matched by Felix’s with his blonde hair shining in the sun. They all stood when I finally approached the table, awaiting formal introductions from Jeongin.

“Everyone, this is my childhood best friend. She just moved back from the States and she’s coming to the show tonight so we have to do our best for her.” He was still beaming even after he finished, and all the boys took their turns introducing themselves in order around the table. Seungmin was the last, confirming my suspicion that he was the one that was seated beside me. He said his name, not quite smiling or even a polite grimace like Lee Know had. No, he was just staring at me with wide eyes.

“Do I have something on my face?” I whispered to him, trying to break free of his glare. He shook his head.

“No.” And with that he sat back down, staring at his mug with a slight rosy blush creeping along his cheeks.

Well that was simple enough. I sat back down in the chair and reached for the glass in front of me. “Thanks for ordering for me, I can’t believe you remembered.”

“I was just hoping that your tastebuds hadn’t changed. You’ve been abroad now, you could have acquired an American tongue.”

“Nope, still the same old same old for me. I’m not so easily influenced by others, Innie, you know this.”

“This is true.” He turned to the others. “She once had the whole class trying to tell her that she had something in her hair and she refused to believe it until someone held up a mirror for her!” He started laughing, reliving the memory. The rest of the group chuckled along with him. Then Chan spoke up.

“So what was Jeongin like in school? We only know a little bit, but what was he like as a kid?”

“Oh he was something else. Some days he would be the best little angel ever and others, he would be bouncing off the walls. I never knew what kind of friend I was getting each day. He was a wild card.” I smiled back at Jeongin. “But he’s better now. Now he’s all grown up and singing and dancing with you guys. It's fun to watch.”

“I can’t wait to hear what you think about the show tonight.” The short, dark-haired one, Han, piped up excitedly. “We’ve been working on it for a while. I’m just excited to show Stay. They’re going to love it.”

“Stay is-”

“Your fan base. I know. I might have done some research on the plane ride back.” Jeongin nodded, impressed.

“What else did you find in your ‘research’?” Hyunjin asked. Stay was right, he was prettier in person. Pictures didn’t do him justice. Pictures didn’t do any of them justice.

“Oh, this and that. I saw something about you being a painter and Chan doesn’t sleep.”

“That about sums me up.” Chan laughed, Hyunjin along with him nodding. “What else did you find?”

“Let’s see… Lee Know-” The boy perked up, now listening closely. “-seems cold but cares the most. Also a great dancer.” Lee Know nodded. “Changbin works out a lot and is quite loud. Can’t wait to find out if that’s actually true or not.”

“It is.” Jeongin rolled his eyes. I laughed.

“Han is also loud but very funny. And Felix is the cuddle bug.” Felix nodded along with Han.

“Stay knows us pretty well.”

“And Seungmin…” I paused, not knowing which Stay fact to bring up first. Seungmin was watching me think, like he could watch all of the thoughts going around and around in my head. It was almost like a challenge. “Seungmin is a mystery. He can rap but he doesn’t unless asked. Stay is waiting for a rap part for him, by the way. He’s a ‘quiet-carer’, like Lee Know. And he says some of the most out-of-pocket stuff anyone has ever heard, making him hilarious as well.” Seungmin’s lip twitched, cracking into a smirk.

“You’ve got it.” He continued smirking, watching my lips move as I spoke. They flickered between my eyes and the other features of my face. It was like I was hypnotized. I couldn’t look away from his features, his eyes locking on mine and watching my every move. I felt my heart beating against my chest bone, hitting it in time with every second that passed by. And then, all of sudden, it stopped beating altogether. And then it was just us. We weren’t outside anymore, it was real-life tunnel vision. He watched me and I watched him just looking at each other.

And then a sharp cough from somewhere in the distance.

Seugnmin broke the contact first, looking everywhere to find where the sound that dare interrupt our moment had come from.

Jeongin had let out one of his signature grandfather coughs again, his eyes wide open watching me and his band mate.

“I don’t think Seungmin-hyung is that mysterious. And I live with him. Just stay out of his stuff and you’ll be fine.” The boys nodded in agreement, not paying attention to their younger members. “That’s a little tougher for some than others.” He let out another pointed cough.

“It was ONE TIME.” Felix exclaimed, righteous with indignation and the others bursted out laughing, including Seungmin. I couldn’t help but notice his cheeks pushing up to his eyes when he laughed for real, as opposed to his chuckle earlier while talking to me directly.

I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding.

This place was packed, people of all ages everywhere in various colorful outfits and carrying lightsticks were bouncing all over the place on their way out of the stadium. Girls running to the merchandise lines after the show to grab whatever was left, older moms peering over the crowd to find whomever they were looking for, and venue staff were scattered all around the place, the energy from the concert still setting the place abuzz.

The show was amazing. I didn’t realize how talented Jeongin was. I knew he would go far in whatever he decided to do in life, but I never knew how far he was really going. It was palpable; the boys loved him. All of them. The way they teased him was reminiscent of how I teased him growing up. He really found a family in all of them. I was happy for him, really.

I watched off to the side in clear view of all of them surrounded by some very passionate fans, bound to get rowdier as the boys kept making their way over. Jeongin made sure to shout me out in his speech in the beginning, saying that he was so excited to perform in front of his childhood friends so as not to make it too obvious who I was. Seungmin found me almost immediately because he was dancing near my side. It was just like earlier; my eyes were drawn to him. The way his body moved, I couldn’t help but watch him even if I was supposed to be watching all of them. My excuse to Jeongin would be that he was the only one right in front of me, but I knew the truth.

He was doing it on purpose. There was no way he wasn’t. Because everytime he came over my way, he found me again and waved to everyone around me. There was a small voice in the back of my head that was telling me it was meant for me. Or it could have been the smirk that followed his big smile while he waved to everyone around me. While he may not have been looking directly at me when he got over to my side, he was definitely staring me down when he walked away and I watched him until his attention was elsewhere. The more he walked over to our side, the more the fans around me jumped and waved their arms, trying to get anyone’s attention from the stage. When they waved their arms, they narrowly missed my head, sometimes knocking me and causing me to stumble into someone else beside me. Some of these fans are nuts. These hits didn’t go unnoticed by Seungmin though. The way his face fell when they bumped into me caused his big smile to falter, sending the corners of his mouth downwards. The joy on his face disappeared as he stared in our direction, not taking his eyes off our section. He didn’t walk away until I stood back up and returned my attention to him.

Weirdo.

I was waiting near the stage until a burly man wearing a Stray Kids t-shirt came in and waved me over to take me backstage. Down the dark hallway lit by the same fluorescent lights as the main stage was by now, I spotted a taller figure with dark hair leaning on the wall a ways away from us. He was wearing sweatpants and a sweatshirt from what I could tell while being so far away. As we drew closer, he spotted us as well and stood straight, coming to stand right in front of me. He smirked again, just as he had all night long but there was no malice coming from it. No, it was just a mild curiosity. He opened his mouth, possibly to say something snarky as his smirk suggested but just then, Jeongin appeared coming out of a door to our right.

“Noona! What did you think? Were we any good?” Jeongin smiled brightly, eyes excitedly flicking from one to the other and back again, trying to find my answer. He reached for me, his hand grabbing mine quicker than I could realize what exactly he was reaching for. Seungmin’s gaze darted straight to where our hands connected and his stare could’ve started a fire. If looks could kill, I wouldn't have wanted to be Jeongin at that moment. His deep brown eyes had lost their warmth, void of any playful sparkle I had seen until now as Jeongin dragged me into their dressing room.

Next thing I knew, I found myself sitting on the Stray Kids Tour bus on the way back to the hotel for the night instead of in my car, heading back home. And somehow, Seungmin had found himself sitting beside me. Jeongin had escorted me onto the bus, but Seungmin had taken advantage of Jeongin going through his bag of belongings in another section of seats and slid in to occupy the one next to me. I just stared at him, Jeongin unaware of what had just occurred as he continued to shuffle through his bag.

“You’re in my seat.” was all Seungmin said to my stare.

“So that means you have to sit as close to it as possible?”

“Yes.” And then he put his headphones on. I suspected he used this to avoid Jeongin’s questions because he had just put his bag away. I looked up just in time to see him look confusedly as Seungmin, who had his eyes glued to his phone now. Jeongin looked at me and I shrugged. He did the same and sat in the seat directly in front of me, lightly chuckling. I leaned forward, trying my best to ignore Seungmin’s thigh that was dangerously close to mine.

“Why is he sitting next to me?”

“I don’t know. He’s a weird one.”

“He said I was sitting in his seat.” Jeongin’s brows furrowed.

“He doesn’t sit there. He sits near the front most times.”

I sat back in my seat, bewildered. I nudged Seungmin’s arm until he took his headphones off and when he did, he raised his eyebrow at me.

“You don’t sit here. What gives?”

“I’m waiting for you to figure it out.” He said with another smirk, a permanent feature around me.

I sat back, stunned and taken aback. He just placed his headphones back on his ears, satisfied with his answer and returned to his phone.

This was going to be a fun ride.

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am-i-a-failure-if-i-dont-try · 6 months

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Percí hadn't meant to pseudo-adopt the homeless kid that lived in her garbage can. And, now that she was thinking about it, she had never meant to adopt a kid at all. Her family was crazy enough. They didn't need her to continue the bloodline, no matter how much her father pestered. Besides, who would she copulate with? All of her friends were hooked up - except Nico but even she could see the thing he had for Will. Thus, she had come to the conclusion that she'd take up the mantle of crazy cat lady. And she'd already gotten started! Well, actually, Mrs O'Leary was a dog but that was a technicality. Anyway, back to her Incredibly Important Point. She did not want to have/adopt any kids. But...

The kid had been injured. Clearly he was getting kicked around and damn her, she had a soft heart. Gabe had done the same thing to her but, in this case, the kid didn't have a mother willing to commit murder. At least, Percí didn't think he did. So, on the fourth night that he chose to sleep on her garbage, she threw on a bathrobe and slipped Anaklusmos into her pocket. Then she went to introduce herself.

The kid was more injured than she had thought. He looked sickly, his bones were thin, bruises littered his face. Someone was definitely kicking this kid around. Percí cursed her hero-thing and nudged the kid. He must've been really out of it cause he didn't budge nor wake. She stares at the clouds like Zeus would give her some answer. Then she slid her arms around the kid and brought him inside. He was thin. Thinner than Nico, and Nico survived on pomegranates and grapes. Percí settled the kid on her couch then searched her thoughts. What would Mom do?

Percí grinned and moved into her kitchen to grab the bruise salve. Will had designed it for Rachel after the redhead had sword played with Percí and gotten a concussion for the fifth time. To be fair, Percí had gone easy on her. Mortals were just built like eggs. Either way, it'd work fine for the kid. He looked to be about twelve - which only made her want to help more - and was already on his way to becoming what one of the Aphrodite kids would call a 'heartbreaker'.

That being said, they called her a 'heartbreaker' and she wasn't even dating anyone!

Anyway, the kid. He was muscular for a preteen. Black hair windswept to one side. A pale face with a strong jaw. He was lean and tall and his torso looked like hell. She sighed and applied the salve, gently bandaging what had to be bruised ribs - if not broken. When she finished, she went back into the kitchen and dialled a familiar number. The phone beeped and Percí left what was most likely not the most disturbing message Sally Jackson had ever gotten. "Hey, mom. I kidnapped a kid and you're now a grandmother. If he doesn't run away, I'll bring him by for the holidays. Love you."

Then Percí did the healthy thing. She turned on her coffee machine and prepared herself for a long night of keeping watch, downing caffeine, and cursing the gods!

The kid woke up around three in the morning. Percí took a sip from her coffee to mask her reaction to the kids electric blue eyes. Eyes that were eerily similar to Jason. Dammit, Zeus, what'd you do now? The kid watched her warily then examines the bandages with narrowed eyes.

"Who the fuck are you?" the kid asked.

Potty mouth, Percí noted. "You can call me Blue," she responded, her New York accent clashing gently with his Midwestern one. "And you?"

"Kon-El," he replied, as if in habit before wincing. "I mean, uh, Conner."

Percí smirked. "Well, Conner, care to tell me why I found you passed out in my garbage?"

#crossover #percy jackon and the olympians #female percy jackson #dc comics #pjo crossover #dc crossover #kon el #percy jackson #adoption #after the giant war #percy lives in metropolis now #cause i said so #percy has a soft heart #kon el is getting adopted #and appreciated #and anyone who objecta can meet the business end of riptide #trauma dump #percy is strong

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roxygen22 · 14 days

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Still Here (Chapter 8)

Summary: Madison finds out about you and Timothée.

Catch up on previous chapters here.

"How are things going with Timothée?" Holly asked while the two of you were watching the kids play.

You looked over at your new friend with wide eyes. It had only been less than a week since Timothée bared his feelings and kissed you outside the Italian restaurant. "Oh, uh, we aren't-" you stuttered and tried to play dumb.

She raised her eyebrow at you. "It's clear he's head over heels for you. I knew it from the day he called about that lifejacket. And although I don't know you quite as well, it seemed like that may be reciprocated."

"Is it that obvious?" She nodded. You huffed. "It's...complicated. I don't know if he told you, but we were high school sweethearts."

"Awww!" Holly exclaimed with a pouted lip.

"But we split our senior year when I decided to go to college in California. I was determined to get out of town, and he wasn't ready to leave. I got out there, met someone, got married a couple of years later, and had Madison about a year after that. The ink was barely dry on my divorce decree when I moved back. I didn't expect to run into him so soon. I didn't even know he was still here."

"It's a small town, honey."

You laughed quietly. "I know, I know."

"Let me guess. You are worried that Madison will be upset."

"Very much so," you replied solemnly.

"They seem to get along quite well. She may be a little shocked at first, but I think you'll find that she wants you to be happy. Especially if you explain that he's not replacing her father. My parents were divorced, too. My mom started dating soon after. Looking back, I understand why. Just because the divorce made it official didn't mean that the marriage wasn't already over well before that. You deserve to be happy."

You nodded and stared off at the kids swinging on the monkey bars. Maybe Madison was more ready to handle the news than you gave her credit for.

Holly broke you from your thoughts. "Will we see you at the carnival tonight?"

"Yes! Timothée is going to swing by around..." you stopped at the sight of her wry smile. "Oh hush you." You tried to give her a stern look before busting out a laugh.

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You sat on the porch swing that was handcrafted by the man you were waiting on. You wanted to sneak a kiss before Timothée came inside to greet your family. The days since your dinner date left you longing for more. Instead, you had to settle for text messages and calling each other at night until one of you fell asleep.

You heard the unmistakable droning of his blue truck down the road. You stood and paced on the porch until he parked in front of the house. You bounded down the steps and ran to the driver's side. Timothée caught you and spun, planting a big kiss on your lips as he set you on your feet.

"Hey, baby," he gushed.

You blushed and looked down at the ground.

"Too soon?" he asked worriedly.

"No. I- I like it. I've missed it. Just like old times," you grinned, making eye contact once more. He responded in like measure with a grin of his own.

"Good. Now, where's my favorite 9-year-old?" He looked around for Madison.

"She's inside working on a craft project with my mom."

"Which means I can steal one more kiss." He grabbed you and dipped you backward. You stifled a screech at the speed of it all to avoid unwanted attention from inside the house. Once his lips pulled away from yours, he stared into your eyes for a moment and then rubbed the tip of his nose on yours. "I love you."

"I know," you said warmly. You kissed the tip of his nose and he brought you back up to a standing position. You walked up the stairs together and into the house.

"Timothée!" Madison cheered.

"Hey, kiddo! Whatcha working on?"

"It's a suncatcher made out of a frame, beads, and...what kind of wire did you say, Nana?"

"Chicken wire," your mom called from the kitchen.

"Chicken wire," Madison continued.

"Madison, this is beautiful," Timothée cooed as he gently grazed the baubles with his fingers. "When you finish, I'd like to buy it and hang it up in my shop window."

"Really?" the girl squeaked. You felt all warm and fuzzy inside watching the two interact. Michael had always gotten so grumpy about craft messes.

"Yep. Who knows, you may have a line of customers asking you to make one for them. But for now, you should take a break so we can go have some fun. Ready to go to the Founders' Day Festival?"

"Yep! Just need to get my shoes on." She ran to her bedroom. Your mother joined you from the kitchen.

"That was nice of you to offer to buy that," she said to Timothée as she gave him a hug.

"I'm just trying to get an original before she's famous." He winked. "I know talent when I see it."

Madison came running back in. "Ready!" She announced. Once all goodbye hugs and handshakes were distributed to your parents, the three of you walked outside.

"Pleeeeease, can we take Timothée's truck?" Madison begged. She loved sitting up high and seeing everything.

He grinned. "You like my truck, eh?" The girl nodded so hard you thought she'd fall over. "Tell you what. If she's still running by the time you're tall enough to reach the pedals, we'll take her out to the backroads by the lake and I'll teach you how to drive."

Your eyes went as wide as saucers. You were shocked - oddly, not by the paternal gesture - but at how sure he seemed of your future. Together.

Timothée saw your face and made a choked noise before adding, "Ehrr, if your mother is okay with it, of course."

You shook your head to clear your thoughts and face - like an Etch-a-Sketch. "Of course. That's where and how I learned, too."

"Yessss!" Madison squealed.

"But you still have some growing to do," you added while climbing in after Madison into the truck.

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At one point, you weren't sure who was having more fun, Madison or Timothée. They zigged and zagged all over the place together, from the concession stands to the rides and games. He doted on her the entire evening. The sight of him hauling around a large teddy bear looked a scene out of a movie.

"You are spoiling her," you playfully muttered under your breath to him while Madison was busy tossing rings onto bottles.

He shrugged. "It's fun. I want her to have a good time. She's had a tough year. She deserves to have some good memories of this summer."

"You don't have to do that, Timmy."

"I know I don't have to. I want to." He smiled.

"You're amaz-"

"[Y/N] [L/N], is that you?" You turned to find the source of the shrill voice behind you. It was yet another high school classmate, Ashley. "It is you! I heard you were back in town!" She gave you a hug and looked over at Timothée. "Just look at you two! I knew you would get back together again someday. You were such a cute couple in high school."

"Oh, uh-" you stuttered as you looked over at Timothée in a slight panic. Luckily she was interrupted by her child tugging her arm before you had to formulate a response.

"Well, I gotta run. Good to see you, [Y/N]. Swing by the the bakery soon so we can catch up!" She left as quickly as she had descended upon you. You waved half-heartedly and let out the breath you didn't realize you were holding. You turned back around and noticed that Madison was no longer at the game table...

...but standing right beside you. She looked up at you in confusion. "Couple?!" You both stared at each other with mouths agape before she stalked off to the courthouse steps. You turned to Timothée and handed him your drink.

"Here, can you hold this while I go talk to her?"

"Sure, I'll be right over here."

You slowly walked up and sat on the step beside her.

"You told me you and Timothée were friends. You didn't say he's your BOYfriend," she accused.

"We are friends, Madison. He used to be my boyfriend in high school. We are still trying to figure out what we are right now," you confessed.

"Is he why we came back here?"

"No. I didn't even know he was still here, honestly. We came back here because this is my home, and I needed help from Nana and Pawpaw while I figured things out."

"If you're with Timothée, then you and Daddy can't get back together," she stated flatly. It wasn't a question.

"Sweetheart, your father and I are not getting back together. We just aren't a good fit anymore. But that doesn't mean that Timothée will replace your father if things become more serious between us. It just means you have even more people who love you and want to look out for you."

"Do you like him?"

"I do, very much." You looked up and made eye contact with him as he observed from his perch by the Ferris wheel. He shifted in his seat nervously.

She nodded and went silent for a few moments.

"Does this mean he'll hang out with us more often?" she inquired, looking over at him, too.

"I'm sure he would love to hang out even more often than he does already, if you are comfortable with that."

"I think so. He's nice, and he's fun. And you're more fun when he's around."

You laughed and wrapped your arm around her shoulders. "I'll try not to take that too personally." She leaned her head into the crook of your neck. "I love you, Maddy. I want you to know you are my number one priority no matter what."

"I know." She stood and walked toward Timothée without bothering to wait for you. You quick-stepped to catch up. He paled as you both came toward him, not knowing the outcome of the conversation. You weren't exactly sure what was about to happen next, either.

Madison stopped just short of his outstretched leg. "So do you want to be my mom's boyfriend?" she asked directly.

Timothée's mouth dropped momentarily as he regained his senses. He glanced at you before looking back at the girl. "Uh, well, yes. I'd like that very much." He leaned forward and whispered, "Do you think I should ask her?"

Madison giggled and nodded her head. "I think she'll say yes," she whispered in return. She looked back at you and winked.

"Madison!" you heard a childish voice call from your right.

"Emerie! Can I go talk to her, Mom?" she asked, now thoroughly distracted from the conversation.

"Sure, just stick close to her parents. We'll catch up with you in a second." The girl eagerly ran off to her new friend.

Timothée stood and walked to your side. "Well, I guess now is as good a time as any to ask if you would like to be my girlfriend - again?"

You took his hand in yours. "I'd like that very much." He looked down and softly smiled before pulling you in for a kiss. A very public kiss.

The two of you walked side by side to greet Holly and Blake. Holly looked down at your clasped hands, then back at you with a knowing smile. "Good for you," she whispered as you all followed the kids around the fair.

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Chapter 9

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pedrostylez · 8 months

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Anna Drabble

chapter summary: 2 years prior flashback from Anna's perspective

rating: 18+ (no minors please) Explicit

word count: ~650 words

warnings etc: mature language used, but nothing graphic or of note. Drinking mentioned

A/N: Hi guys! If you've looked at the masterlist for "Something Else" you'll see that I've added a couple drabbles into the mix of prepared parts. These drabbles will be short in nature, but give some further context to the story that I think is important. I've gone out of my way with this series to make sure I only write from reader and Frankie's eyes respectively, but it most certainly doesn't give the whole picture, and I think it is important to remember that! How good are these people in this story? Is the version we are reading from an accurate depiction, or is it missing context? etc etc. Anyway, let me know what you guys think about Anna and this general situation that I've gotten many messages and comments on!

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Anna remembered hopping through your window one night, seeing you curled on your side with your eyes closed. She glanced around, the room dark but a sliver of light shining through the bottom of the door. She had to stay quiet, knowing your dad was still awake, drinking in the kitchen.

She had slid her shoes off by your desk and slid into the bed next to you, gently moving the hair out of your face with nimble fingers. You had woken just enough to let the tears start falling again, Anna’s arms wrapped around you to hug you tight. She remembered how she told you everything would be fine, that she wished her mom had run away too, and that you were lucky. You both knew she was lying, but Anna was determined to make you feel better; to stop the tears.

Seeing you now, glowing with a small smile and a flush on your cheeks, Anna thought that maybe you were better. It had been years since your mom had left, and months since your boyfriend said you weren’t the one. Anna had handled that the same way-crawl into your bed, wrap you up like the big sister she always wished she had been, and hold you until you said you were okay.

Anna’s night was not going as well as yours. She knew it when she had walked down the sidewalk from her new apartment alone. Her mom had called and tried to berate her for not being married yet.

“You’re in your late twenties, Anna. I’m tired of waiting for you to get your act together.”

“Mom, I can’t just force someone to be with me.”

“Well if you would quit whoring around–”

Anna had hung up very quickly after that. If her mom didn’t want her whoring around, then that was exactly what Anna was planning to do.

“Hey!” You interrupt her thoughts as she sucks down another drink. Long Island iced tea; Anna had big plans of getting fucked up. She didn’t want to tell you what her mom had said. You had idolized her since your mom left, and Anna wasn’t going to be the one to bring that banner down. “I brought Brad!”

Brad. Anna could go for a “Brad” right now. “Where is he? I need someone to dick me down.”

Anna misses the way you furrow your brow at her, a light laugh leaving your lips. “I think he’s in the bathroom. Said he would be just a minute.”

She nods, looking around briefly to see if there is anyone better. You and Anna had met Brad about a week ago, for when you needed to quote “be dicked down by some frat-looking asshole” and had happily gone with him to the back of his truck. Just a quick fuck as far as Anna was concerned, being brought around as an offering.

When Anna doesn’t find anyone, she turns to you to hand you her empty glass. “You alright with me taking him for a spin? It’s been a shit day.” This wasn’t the first time Anna or you had said something to the same effect. Not that you typically shared, but the joke had been passed back and forth on multiple occasions. This was no different, except Anna planned on moving forward with it.

Anna misses your hesitation, and only hears the “Yeah, go for it.” before stepping toward the bathroom where you said he would be. She finds him leaning against the wall, kissing some other girl in kitten heels and a blue shirt.

“Hey, Brad.” Anna slurs. She doesn’t know when that started to happen. Maybe the Long Island was a mistake. “I need to talk to you.”

Brad was quick to allow Anna to paw at his hair, eager for any type of attention. He was the epitome of a fuck boy-it was exactly why you had picked him. Anna knew that this wasn’t someone either of you could be with long term, but as a way to get back at her mother? Perfect solution.

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harlowcomehome · 2 years

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“The D word” Part three

A/N: Divorce fic. Part one here. Part two here.

Jack sat on the couch with his head in his hands, trying to regain composure. He knew you’d be back, and that you just needed some space but it still hurt him to watch you walk away. He rubbed his beard, something he did when he was frustrated.

He picked up the phone and called his mom, he needed her advice now more than ever.

Meanwhile you had driven around the corner, you parked on the street behind your house and just sobbed. You panicked and you knew that, you should’ve stayed and talked to him but you couldn’t bring yourself to face him. You felt guilty, you hated speaking to him the way you had. You knew deep down that he was a good husband for the uniquely strange life you were both given but you just hated trying to navigate things alone, you didn’t want to do that anymore.

Before you could calm down you heard your phone chime and you quickly grabbed it to see a text message from Jack. Your heart was beating a million miles a minute, afraid to slide and read what he said.

It wasn’t what you expected at all, he text you to let you know that your daughter was going to sleep over at her grandparents house tonight, Jack let you know that he was gathering her things and he’d pick her up from school and drop her off at Maggies before you came home. You responded to him quickly telling him you thought it was a good idea and you’d be home soon.

You instantly received a reply telling you that he loved you, it made you cry but you still responded that you loved him too, you felt that you both needed to hear that right now.

You wiped your face and thought for a moment, you had some time to blow before going back home to see Jack again. You decided to go to the store, you hadn’t actually been shopping for a while, since Jack had been home he had taken care of that. You walked through the aisles emotionless, picking up random things here and there, your mind was focused on the time for the most part. You came across the fresh cut flowers they had on display, you paused remembering the last time Jack brought you flowers home, a small smile spread across your face. You picked up some random purple flowers and headed to check out.

You set everything in the passenger set, and headed home. You felt heavy, sick to your stomach and when you pulled into the driveway you realized Jack still wasn’t home.

You brought everything inside and checked your phone, there wasn’t anything displayed on your screen. A part of you started to panic, wondering if he had left. So you called him, and luckily he answered right away.

“Hey, I’m headed back from my parents house now” his voice was calm and sad sounding, making you feel a wave of guilt.

“How was she?” You just wanted to talk to him longer.

“Good, she was excited to have a sleepover with her grandparents. I told her you weren’t feeling well and that we didn’t want her to catch it” he laughed.

“Really? Thats the best you could come up with?” You laughed back which brought a smile across his face.

“Better than the truth” he said half laughing and in defense.

You raised an eyebrow at that, he was right and you knew that “I’ll see you when you get here.”

“Alright, bye” he hung up.

While you waited to hear the front door close, you placed the flowers you had bought earlier into a vase and set them on the kitchen table.

Shortly after that the door shut and Jack was standing there. You eyed him up and down, he looked defeated and exhausted, you knew that the fight earlier had taken a toll on the both of you, you watched as he threw his keys off to the side.

You took your place on the couch and waited for him to walk over to you. When he sat beside you the energy in the room felt heavier, you could literally feel the weight he was carrying.

“Can I start by saying something?” You looked over at him, slightly nervous but placing your hand on his knee softly.

He nodded, looking over at you with sad glazed over eyes.

“I’m sorry” your lip quivered and you tried to hold back from crying “I know what I said earlier wasn’t fair, I was just… upset.”

“But you weren’t wrong” he cleared his throat, turning to face you completely and grabbing your hands.

You were surprised to say the least, it wasn’t like Jack to take the blame or take responsibility for things.

“There were a lot of things I wish I would have done differently, but I can’t change the past” he looked you in the eyes, which felt overwhelming to you. Eye contact was just one of those things that felt too intense, especially his icy blue eyes.

“And I’m not asking you too” you responded quickly, maybe it was the way he was looking at you or the fact that you could feel your cheeks heating up but you felt the need to be defensive.

“Baby, I’m not fighting with you” he sighed, his shoulders dropping in surrender. “ I really don’t want to fight, I want us to talk” his voice shook “I don’’t want to lose you.”

“I don’t want to fight with you either” you rubbed your thumb across the top of his hands, gesturing some level of softness. He nodded at you, biting his lip to hold back tears.

“I just… I just want my best friend back” your voice cracked as soon as you said it. His eyes watching you intensely.

“I want the person I married back.” You shook his hands softly as you continued “The guy who laughed at all my bad jokes, and tickled me until I couldn’t breathe. The guy who blushed when I told him how handsome he looked before award shows. The guy who brought me flowers home just because” you gestured to the table. He just nodded, watching you intently.

“You became so distant from me, from us” you paused for a brief moment “ that I didn’t even know you still wanted to be married” you were nervous to say how you had really been feeling but now was a better time than any.

Jack felt like he had just been stabbed directly in the heart “ you thought I didn’t want to be married to you anymore?”

“What else was I supposed to think?”

He sat for a moment, thinking of the best way to respond to you without turning the conversation upside down.

“I took time off from touring so we could repair our relationship, not so we could get divorced” he hung his head down in disappointment “I meant it when I said early on in our relationship I wasn’t going to marry anyone unless I knew for sure they were it for me. I don’t want to get divorced Y/N. I love you.”

Your hands were trembling “I love you too” you pushed his curls away from his face a little. “You know that will never change right?” You rubbed his beard softly.

He looked away for a moment, you knew he was trying not to cry in front of you, you had seen him cry many times during your relationship but you just assumed he felt he needed to be strong to hold this conversation together.

“Why did you say it?” He swallowed.

“Say it?”

He was hurt, you could tell by his demeanor “why did you suggest us getting a divorce?”

You paused for a moment, trying to gather your thoughts. “I just felt like you wanted a divorce and didn’t want to say it. I knew how you felt before but I just thought that changed.” He turned to you with a look of shock and hurt. “Jack, you fly here, there, go to different countries, see different woman everywhere, specifically women who are less complicated than I am. I just thought you’d want to be with someone easier to deal with.” You were afraid of how he’d react to that but he just nodded.

“I didn’t bring up getting divorced to hurt you, I’d never hurt you intentionally” you lifted his chin to look at you and he nodded.

He believed you, you knew that, which felt like the biggest relief in this conversation thus far.

“Thats where you’re wrong. I don’t want easy, I want you.” He continued to look at you, analyzing your expression after he said that.

You couldn’t help but light up as his expression softened, it’s all you’ve been wanting to hear escape his beautiful pink lips. You smiled at him, your eyes wrinkling in the corners, and he leaned his head against your shoulder, letting out a sigh.

You both felt like the worst of the conversation was over, but you both knew there was still a lot of work to do.

“What do we do now?” You sighed too, still afraid of the words that would follow.

“Work on us?” He looked up at you, kissing your cheek.

You turned to give him a kiss on the lips, lingering for a moment. You both missed this more than you’d like to admit.

You eyed Jack up and down, nervous to suggest what you were about to “like couples therapy?”

“I’m willing” he wrapped his arms around you and you held him back.

You both held on to each other in silence for a moment, just breathing one another in.

“You know… we are alone for the rest of the night” Jack teased and you let out a giggle.

“Yes… yes we are” you stood up and straddled his lap, looking him in the eyes, he adjusted so you’d be more comfortable on his lap.

He leaned in to kiss you and you kissed him back with force.

“I love you so much” he breathed out in between kisses, “I love you too baby” you responded before kissing back.

It’s a good thing you two were home alone.

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enha-doodles · 2 years

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Hi! I have seen your post where you need ideas for a yandere fan fiction. What about a stepbrother yandere where you bring your boyfriend home and they killed your boyfriend without you finding out about it.

SUNOO BIRTHDAY SPECIAL YANDERE ONESHOT :

HIM KILLING YOUR BOYFRIEND

⌦ Pairing : sunooxreader!

⌦ Genre : yandere

⌦ Warning : yandere behaviour , toxicity , killing , curse words

⌦ A/n : thank you for your request , I decided to make this a sunoo oneshot since it was his birthday <3 hope you like it ^^

⌦ Disclaimer : I don't support any yandere behaviours . This is all a work of fiction and my imagination . Credits of the GIFs to the owners . None of the members have the same personality or resonate the traits mentioned below .

You were a really bubbly person , just like your step brother sunoo . At first you hated the thought of your mom marrying someone else but then you agreed because you saw how happy she was . It was a win-win situation because you enjoyed sunoo's company . You were really lonely at times and you had no other choice then to study or watch some shows as your mother had office work and you were the only child . When you shifted at your step dad's house , you were introduced to sunoo who happily smiled at you and have you a tour to the house . When sunoo first saw you he felt something in his chest . Shrugging the feeling he acted as if nothing happened and continued to talk to you and offered you a tour to the house . He showed you the room that will now be yours and you were jumping up and down from happiness because it was your favourite colour and your mother had told you you could decorate it however you wanted . You already had ideas in your mind which excited you more . Sunoo couldn't help but chuckle at your adorable behaviour . He found you absolutely cute and it made him want to trap you in his arms forever . He was smiling looking at you taking out some decorations from your bag when he heard your phone ring . Peeking at the caller ID , his blood started boiling when he saw "love <3" on it . You had a boyfriend ? Wait but why is all this bothering sunoo ? All this shouldn't happen . He should be happy for you and all these feelings are wrong . Days started going , you introduced your boyfriend to your family . Everyone loved him and trusted him except one person . Sure you can guess who it is . Sunoo was annoyed everytime he came over and he would have to see you two cuddle in the living room while he sat at the corner . Days turned into months and sunoo couldn't take it anymore .

Fuck it , you will be his and no one can take you away . All he has to do is get rid of your stupid boyfriend , and you will have no one but him . He'll comfort you and make you believe that he is the only one you need . It was yet another day your boyfriend came over . You were making something in the kitchen . Sunoo was in his room and your boyfriend sat at the dining table scrolling in his phone . Sunoo came down silently signalling your boyfriend to follow him without letting you know . He brought him into his room and instantly stabbed him 5 times while covering his mouth " shut up you bastard , y/n cannot hear this screams . You took her away from me and now your facing the consequences . Goodbye , have fun in hell . Say hello to Satan from my side " with that your boyfriend fell limp on the ground . Sunoo was just so happy that this needle was finally out his way . He called one of his friends and told him to drop your boyfriend's body at his house . Before handing the body he took his phone and messages you that he was going home bcoz if down serious work . Slipping the phone in his pocket , sunoo's friend grinned at him "now we're the same buddy" sunoo laughed and bid him farewell . While downstairs you finished cooking a great meal for you , your boyfriend and sunoo . You walked out of the kitchen to find nobody there , just the television on . You called out his name but there was no response . Sunoo came down with headphones on his ear . "Sunoo-yah" he smiled at you taking the headphones off . "Yes y/n ? Is the food ready . I'm starving" "yes it's ready, but have you seen (your boyfriend) ?" Yup , just disposed his body , he thought "uhh no , I was just in my room and he didn't come there , call him and ask him" "oh right wait a minute , nvm he messaged me that he went home bcoz of some work . It's strange he never did this before" "then it might be really important , let's just eat" you were both going to the dining table when the news playing on the TV shocked you . It was your boyfriend laying dead in his house . Tears flowed out if your eyes while you kept repeating " no it's not true , he can't be dead " . Sunoo hugged your shaking form and was comforting you . You fell asleep after some time , with red puffy eyes and dried tears on your cheek . More months passed by and now you both were so close that you actually slept in the same bed sometimes , cuddling after watching a horror movie which scared the crap out of you . Sunoo was on cloud nine " just a few more weeks and then I'll ask you out , there's no way you'll say no and we can finally be together forever " his planned worked .

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adminbryantsaki · 2 years

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Baking

Day 8 of Spicytober featuring Eri x reader with Aizawa thrown in.

(I do not own Eri. Horikoshi Kohei does. Reader is the adopted mom of Eri, also featuring Shouta Aizawa as the dad of Eri. If this isn’t your cup of tea, blend of spices, or brew of coffee, move on. Reader discretion is advised. I was inspired by the times I baked pies with my mom in this story. I hope you enjoy.)

Wc: 1,411

Tw: none, this is a wholesome story. Maybe knives and heat.

You were mixing some pie dough in the kitchen when you heard the padding of tiny feet coming down the hallway and you saw your daughter appear in the kitchen. She poked her head above the island where you were adding the ingredients into the bowl. You saw her bright red eyes gleam up at you before her tiny voice spoke up.

“What are you making, Momma?” She asked. “I’m making dough to make a pie.” You responded. “What kind of pie are you going to make?” “I was thinking I’d make an apple pie.” You told her. This made her eyes light up and got her excited. “Can I help you?” She asked as her whole being was about to burst with excitement. “Of course. Go wash your hands and pull your step stool over.” You instructed her. She ran off to the guest bathroom where you heard her turn the water on and washed her hands quickly and came back showing you her clean hands. “Good job, sweetheart.” You praised her as she pulled her step stool over to the island and climbed it as you began to measure out the flour. “What can I do?” She asked. “You can help me get the spices and measure them out.” You told her. She walked with you over to the cupboard and helped you get the cinnamon, nutmeg, and cloves from your spice rack and helped carry them over to the island. You got out some measuring spoons and a medium bowl along with some apples. You got out the safety knives and the apple slicer out and brought them to her. You helped her peel the apple peels and told her that you two could snack on them while you waited for the pies to bake and showed her how to cut the apples with the apple slicer and showed her how to cut the slices in half with her safety knife. You let her cut the apples while you got the pie tins out and put them to the side and preheated the oven.

“Momma, I got the apples all cut!” She told you. You turned to see how she did and you told her that she did a good job. You then showed her some of the smaller pie tins and told her that she could make her own pies when everything was ready. She squealed in delight which made her dad peek in to see what the two of you were up to. You then had her cube up the butter with her knife and crumble it into the bowl with the flour and salt as you began to mix them all together. You let her mix the dough with her fingers which made her giggle in delight as you combined the apples with the cinnamon, nutmeg, ground cloves, and a little lemon juice all together before setting them to the side to marinate for a little while as you helped Eri finish the pie dough and roll it out on a floured counter. You cut off some smaller amounts of pie dough to let her roll out with her pink plastic rolling pin. She copied how you placed the pie dough into the tin and she pressed it down hard in the tins. You helped her cut off the excess pie dough from the tin and set it to the side as you showed her how to press the dough down in the tin before retrieving the apples that had been marinating and set some out for Eri to use, you then showed Eri how to arrange the apples in the crust before you let her try on her own. You watched as Eri was calculating how she would lay out the apple slices to make them look ‘really pretty like mommas.’ As she put it. Shouta came in and tried to help her but he was quickly rejected as Eri wanted to do it all on her own and told him that it was time for you and her only. He got the message and left the kitchen after giving you a quick peck on the cheek. You chuckled and promised him a slice of the pie when they were ready.

You had pulled out some caramel sauce from the coffee station to put over Eri’s pies to her request as you didn’t want to go through the hassle of making some from scratch. This satisfied her request for a ‘caramel apple pie.’

Then was onto the next step of showing Eri how to weave the pie dough into a lattice. Oh boy this was going to be tricky. You showed your daughter how to start with the lattice and she tried but her dough ripped and she got a bit upset. You showed her how to fix the strip and continue weaving while using a special pastry brush that she thought would be a very good brush for painting on paper with to ‘paint’ egg whites on the strips of dough to keep them from sticking together. Once the lattices were completed, there was a little bit of pie dough left over. You pulled out some tiny apple and leaf shaped cookie cutters and had Eri cut out the shapes with the leftover pie dough. She then arranged some of the shapes over the tops of her pies and let you have the rest of the shapes because your pie was bigger than her two smaller ones. You Then let her use her special brush to ‘paint’ both of her smaller pies with some egg whites as you told her that it would make the pies all pretty and shiny when they came out of the oven.

You helped your daughter put the small sprinkling of sugar over the crust before Eri helped you put the pies into the oven and set the timer. You pulled the peels of the apples out from the fridge and set the bag between the both of you and began to snack on them while you waited for the pies to be baked. Eri leaned on you and relaxed as you had turned on the oven light to Eri’s request as she wanted to watch the pies bake. “I love you momma, thank you for letting me help you bake the pies.” She told you as she munched on some apple peels. “You’re welcome, baby. I’m glad you helped me. I like it when you help me with things. It makes me happy.” You told her. She looked up at you with a smile then cuddled into you and kept watching the pies bake. §§§§§

A little while later, the timer went off and you opened the oven to check if the pies were ready by poking them with a toothpick. Since the toothpick came out clean, you pulled all the pies out of the oven and set them on a rack to cool. Eri was bouncing with excitement as she wanted to check her pies. You let her look at them with the warning of not to touch them or the tin because they were still super-hot. She nodded and was satisfied with how the shapes and the lattice had turned a golden-brown color. The smell of the pies had drawn your husband back to the kitchen where he was smiling as he watched the two of you interact in the kitchen. Eri ran over to him and pulled him into the kitchen to show you the way her pies had turned out. “We have to let them cool for a while before we can eat them.” She told him. He nodded and looked at yours as well. “They all look wonderful. The two of you did a great job. Let’s have some dinner and we can have some pie for dessert, how does that sound?” He spoke. Eri nodded and went to the bathroom to wash her hands again before dinner.

The end.

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simphellscape · 6 months

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the longest night | tenya iida

after his U.A graduation, denki kaminari decides to throw one last celebration before everyone moves on to their next big adventure. a certain uninvited guest signs himself up for his most unexpected adventure yet, and he is completely unprepared for the long night ahead.

tw: drugs, cursing

On a particularly warm evening in August, Denki Kaminari invited his classmates to his parents’ condo for a summer reunion. Sure, it hadn’t been terribly long since he’d seen them last, but even he realized the permanence of graduation and the weight it held for graduates of U.A. specifically. In the two weeks since his high school graduation, many of his friends had already begun preparing for their next big conquest: hero work. He could practically feel the ties that he’d built with all of these people starting to snap, and there was absolutely no way he would let that happen.

So, he sent a message to the group chat he shared with his pals, telling them to head over to his place at around 8:00 that evening and to spread the word. He spent the entirety of his day preparing the necessary ingredients for a successful party (with limited knowledge on the subject himself): plenty of alcohol, a smattering of weed and weed snacks, a heap of junk food, and a few card games that looked fun.

People start trickling in at around 8:15, then arrive in droves shortly after.

Now, at approximately 9:15, Denki is confident that at least half of Japan’s population has gathered in his parent’s modest condo. Satisfied, he climbs onto his most destructive party guest’s back without warning.

“Yo, what the fuck? Are you already shitfaced?” Bakugo shouts, swatting Denki.

“Shh, no, I’m not! I want to make an announcement!” he replies, slapping Bakugo’s hands away.

“And what does that have to do with me?”

“I need leverage. You’re taller than me.”

“By like two inches!”

“It’ll be five seconds, lighten up.”

Before Bakugo could protest any longer, his host had already wriggled his way onto his shoulders, and everyone was looking. Although he was notoriously hotheaded, he’d begun to understand the importance of upholding decent appearances in public.

“Oh, sweet! Everyone’s already paying attention,” Denki smiles.

“Get on with it,” Bakugo reminds him through gritted teeth.

“Right. Glad everyone could make it! Drinks and brownies,” Denki pauses to wink exaggeratedly, “are in the kitchen. I’ve got lots of cool games we can play, and Present Mic got me this sweet sound system as a grad present! So, yeah, go nuts! Just… not too nuts because this is my parent’s place.”

With that, he unceremoniously hops off of Bakugo’s shoulders. Bakugo opens his mouth to share a few choice phrases with his friend, but is quickly interrupted by a loud bang.

“I came as soon as I heard!” a familiar, but universally unwelcomed voice cries out.

One of Denki’s classmates, the only one that Denki explicitly did not invite, stands directly in the center of his living room. Immediately behind him is the front door of the Kaminari family home, hanging by a thread off of its hinges. Surrounding him, horrified teenage faces and a few spilled red solo cups.

“Man... Iida, I just said not to go too nuts! My mom’s gonna kill me!”

“Don’t fret, Kaminari! I prepared for this very circumstance!”

The man in question, Tenya Iida, drops the two cases of water nestled in each of his arms to the ground to access his backpack. From it, he pulls out two loaves of bread, a family sized box of Pepto-Bismol, an equally large bottle of ibuprofen, several pairs of identical glasses, and finally, a toolbox.

“You see, in situations like this, caution could be thrown to the side. I brought my personal set of tools, specifically for any damages that may occur!”

He sets the box down, adjusts his glasses, and sighs.

“I do apologize for my oversight, dear friend. I understood that it was urgent that I attend this gathering, as class representative.”

“Yeah, man, I guess I forgot to let you know… you’re not here to tell us all to go home though, right?” Denki clarifies.

After a brief pause, Tenya responds.

“If I’m being completely transparent, I considered it. However, I then recalled a study I came across during my recreational reading hour today that outlined the pros and cons of indulging in activities such as this in moderation. Occasional alcohol consumption is perfectly normal, as long as it’s done safely. It is my number one duty as your class representative and the pro-hero Ingenium to assure the safety of my mates, along with the citizens of the world. So, I decided to attend and uphold my duties!”

Without another word, Iida marches to the door, tool set in hand, to repair it. The buzzing of mutters settle across the room for a moment, until Denki figures out how his new surround sound system works. Quickly, everyone forgot about Tenya’s presence.

It took him approximately ten minutes to fully repair the door. With the nature of Tenya’s quirk, he became incredibly skilled with household tools at a young age. After packing his tools into his knapsack, he turns his attention back to the party.

A song in English plays over Denki’s speakers, with more than a few protanities peppered throughout. A majority of the people in the room have a very firm grasp on the English language, but Tenya has an iron grip on it. In his years of learning it, he dedicated time after school into learning some less scholastic phrases, so that he would never misspeak if chatting with a native English speaker. It ended up doing him some good, as a lot of the people in the room were mindlessly chanting along to the song without knowing the true connotations. Shaking his head, Tenya left the room to embark on a patrol of the house.

He strolled along the perimeter, keeping an ear out for any noises of physical or emotional distress. To his relief, he found the various hallways and corners completely deserted. Satisfied, he makes his way to the kitchen.

He discovers a long table filled with various goodies there: pizzas, chips, dips, brownies, cookies, and the like. It’s alluring. Tenya arrives at a crossroads. He thinks aloud, to nobody.

“Hmm… everyone else in attendance tonight is indulging in things they normally would not be. Of course, ingesting alcoholic beverages could potentially damage my engines. However, it is proven that carb-heavy foods produce an effect similar to the state of drunkenness! Perhaps I could indulge a bit too, as long as I train more rigorously in the morning.”

With that decision made, Tenya peruses the table, pondering on how long it had been since he’d broken his strict diet.

He had pizza last on the night of graduation. A handful of chips two weekends ago. It had been several years since he’d had a pastry, however. The last time he recalled having anything close to a brownie or a cookie was when his classmate, Rikido Sato, prepared a fruit pie for the first celebration his class held at their dormitory. Even then, he only had one bite.

Now, if Tenya was going to truly indulge, he wanted to make it count. He inspected both the plate of cookies and the pan of brownies very closely, wafting the smell towards his face as one would with dangerous chemicals in a laboratory. After more careful thought, he reached for the pan of brownies.

Upon the first bite, the taste of chocolate raced across his taste buds. As it spreads, Tenya can practically feel his dopamine receptors going into overdrive. Halfway through his bite, he notices an edge of something unfamiliar… almost earthy. He doesn’t dislike it; in fact, it leads him to believe that they might be better for him. Perhaps they’re gluten-free, or low-sugar. An odd choice for a party, but he’s certainly not complaining. After shoving the rest of the brownie in his mouth, he goes for another one and completely devours it. He regards the pan of brownies once more.

“Since they seem to be a healthier brownie…”

He reaches for one more with the intent to savor it. He certainly takes his time with this one, enjoying the nuances of this delicious, ambiguously healthy treat. As he is about to take his final bite, another classmate enters the kitchen.

“Hey, Iida, wha-- oh, shit.”

Tenya turns to find Kyoka Jiro standing a few feet from him, white as a sheet. An inexplicable look of horror is spread across her face.

“Hello, Jiro! Wonderful to see you.”

“What are you eating?”

“Oh, this?” Tenya asks, raising the last bite of his brownie, “I know it’s unusual to see me with junk foods, but I decided to treat myself, much like all of you are tonight!”

“That’s not a brownie.”

“I did notice that it wasn’t an exact replica of the brownies I have tasted in the past. Is there another name for this low-carb, chocolate treat?”

“No, Iida, those are edibles. How many did you eat?”

“Oh, Jiro, you have always been a jokester. Of course they’re edible! See?”

Tenya lifts the last bite to his mouth.

“No! Stop!”

He pauses and regards Kyoka, quizzically.

“What seems to be the issue?”

Jiro scrambles over to her friend, snatching the brownie from his hand and stuffing it into her own mouth.

“Okay,” she mumbles over her full mouth, “so, these brownies have been... tampered with.”

Tenya gasps.

“Who would do such a thing?”

“No, no, it was on purpose. Uh--”

With that, Katsuki barges into the kitchen with his usual gusto.

“Who’s doing all that fucking shouting?” he shouts.

For the first time in recorded history, Katsuki takes a moment to appreciate his surroundings. He notices Kyoka, swallowing hard with chocolate crumbs around her lips. He sees Iida, looking very confused with even more chocolate crumbs decorating his face. Finally, he clocks the tray of weed brownies, with a full row completely missing. He absolutely loses his mind, cackling.

“Oh, this is so fucking funny,” he wheezes.

“Alright, I understand that this is all very amusing for you two, but I am, unfortunately, out of the loop,” Tenya asserts.

“They’ve got weed in them, you idiot!” Katsuki reveals, at long last.

Tenya’s mind goes immediately, alarmingly blank. His heart starts beating impossibly fast. His palms become slick with sweat at once.

“Marijuana? That’s impossible,” he finally chokes out.

“Oh, it’s possible,” Katsuki grunts, wiping the tears from his eyes, “and you’re about to be really fucked up.”

Of all the things he expected to encounter at this party, vomit, blood, tears, even law enforcement… something so incredibly illegal was something that had never even crossed his mind. His first instinct is to feel betrayed, and then he recalls a statistic on illicit drug use that he read recently. Not anticipating recreational drugs was a huge oversight. He could be angry later, if he so chooses. Right now, however, he needs to accept accountability and prepare for the journey he is about to take.

“I understand. I know this may come as a great shock to you, but I’m uneducated on the effects of marijuana in large quantities. I assume you both have used this drug before?”

Both Katsuki and Kyoka nod; Katsuki with fervour and a scoff, Kyoka calmly and wordlessly.

“What will happen to me?”

Katsuki opens his mouth to speak, but Kyoka interrupts.

“With all due respect, Mr. Lord Explosion Murder, I’ll take this one.”

Katsuki groans and crosses his arms over his chest.

“In about twenty minutes, you’re going to start to feel a bit… looser. Your brain might feel like it’s running slower than normal. Your body might feel a bit lighter and more relaxed. You’re probably going to feel hungry -- do not eat more brownies, please -- and everything will seem a bit funny and confusing. After a while, you’re probably gonna want to find a place and sit there, because it’s probably gonna be hard to move. Honestly, I don’t know how strong the brownies are, so you might green out, might not. You probably will, though.”

“I’m sorry… ‘green out’?”

“I’m sure you know what happens when you drink too much alcohol, right?”

Tenya nods, slowly.

“The same thing can happen if you have too much pot. You pass out, you throw up, you might even forget about the whole thing if you’re lucky. You definitely won’t die, though. You’d have to have about fifteen of those pans in, like, five minutes.”

“Memory loss doesn’t seem very fortuitous to me.”

“I was being sarcastic. Listen,” Kyoka sighs, “do you want someone to bring you home, or maybe call an Uber? I know you ran over here… and you’re definitely not gonna be able to do that anytime soon.”

Tenya’s normally rigid posture becomes even more so.

“Absolutely not! I promised my classmates that I would be here to assist them, and I will fulfill that promise to the best of my abilities!”

“Okay, I’m gonna let Denki know, then.”

With that, Kyoka leaves the kitchen, a still-chuckling Katsuki following close behind. Tenya lets out a deep sigh. He’s not entirely sure that he has the facilities to undertake this endeavor. He’s not at all like Kyoka, or Katsuki, or anyone else who would partake in this drug knowingly. He’s not carefree like them. Sometimes, he wishes ‘going with the flow’ came as easily to him as it did with many of the people he knows. If it did, then maybe he wouldn’t be so scared right now.

Tenya’s been in many situations where his life was in imminent danger, but he had friends who fought along with him, and he had training to base his decisions on. In this situation, he has no idea what to expect, what to do, or how he’s gonna make it home at the end of the night -- let alone what his family would say if they heard about this.

A fuzzy sensation creeps up Tenya’s spine. His heart rate spikes again, certain that this means his journey is starting much sooner than he thought it would. He sets his brow, takes a deep, calming breath, and begins searching the Kaminari residence for a comfortable place to rest. This is, without a doubt, going to be the longest night of his young life.

a/n: i’m back(ish) and i’m posting crack lol. i could probably write the rest of this if someone wanted it. ask and you shall receive. check the tags for my picks for the naughty english song playing on the sound system hehe

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sebastiansluts · 2 years

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Dbf!Bucky playing with reader under the table during dinner with her parents and any other kinks you’d like to add :)

Bucky Barnes x Reader; dub!con, age gap (reader is in 20s, buckys is 40s/50s), semi-public sex, fingering, piss kink, piss drinking

ANY HATE WILL BE DELETED THIS IS A JUDGEMENT FREE ZONE DON'T LIKE, DON'T INTERACT; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+

You felt a cool metal hand on your thigh, and you turned to stare at Bucky. You were at your parent's house, having dinner with them and your dad's best friend, Bucky.

You and Bucky were on one side of the table, your parents on the other. He was talking right now, giving no sign that his hand was slowly creeping up under skirt, stroking your dampening panties.

You coughed, grabbing your water glass and gulping it down as your mom turned to look at you with concern. You waved her off, Bucky's fingers sliding under your panties and stroking your folds. You delicately picked up your fork, twirling your pasta with a slightly shaking hand, Bucky sliding two metal fingers into your pussy.

You clenched, taking a bite of pasta instead of your lip, chewing mechanically as Bucky stroked your spot. He gave you a break to swallow, fingers pausing before picking up again, faster than before.

You brought your hands to the sides of the chair under your legs, gripping tightly as you came, this time biting your lip to stifle a moan. A whimper managed to escape but you were quiet enough that only Bucky heard, corner of his mouth turning up in a smile, puling his fingers free and moving his hand back to his lap.

"And your girl, here, well, she's been just a doll," Bucky said, lifting his hand and gesturing to you, metal hand glistening with your slick. "Oops, must've spilled something," Bucky chuckled, sucking his fingers into his mouth quickly before wiping them on his napkin.

You flushed hard, picking up your glass, but your hand was shaking so much you dropped it, it shattering on the floor, giving you an idea.

"Oh my god I'm so clumsy, I'll take care of it, keep talking, it'll just take a couple minutes," you said, shaking off your mom who had started to stand, your dad just rolling his eyes at you.

You went to the kitchen, grabbing paper towels, before crawling under the table, getting in front of Bucky, and undoing his jeans, pulling out his cock.

You heard his breath hitch, and his hand came under the table, searching for you. You grabbed it, pressing a kiss to the palm before shoving it away and sucking his cock into your mouth. He coughed hard, thumping his chest, waving off your dad, "Nah man, just one of those things you know?"

You sucked him in deep, jacking him off quickly until he was spilling in your mouth. You swallowed around him, then held him in your mouth, waiting.

When he got the message, he began pissing, and you swallowed quickly, until he was finished. You quickly redid his jeans, gathered the glass on the floor and popped back up.

"All good," you said, trying to sit back down but your mom stopped you.

"Don't you want more water?" she asked.

"Yeah, you should stay hydrated," Bucky said, grinning at you cheekily.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #smut #no y/n

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luc-ent · 2 years

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In the nightgarden;

III ; Kuki is your only friend

"(Name), I brought you some towels," Combined with the fact that Kuki spoke softly and the shower was still on, you barely heard her. "I'm placing them on the toilet."

Turning down the power on the showerhead you muttered a quick 'thanks' and finished washing yourself.

Neither Kuki, Itto nor you shared the same products so guessing what products would suit you (both in terms of skin sensitivity, hair texture and smell) was a bit hard.

Eventually, you settled for the lavender body wash (that you were pretty sure belonged to Itto) and the shampoo that said extra silky (that was usually.. good, right? It's what all the people in the shampoo commercials say). You stepped out of the shower and dried yourself off with the two towels that Kuki had left.

Kuki had also been kind enough to leave one of Itto's oversized shirts for you to wear.

Stepping out of the bathroom, you were met with chaos.

Kokomi was sitting slumped on the couch, drink in hand, and looking miserable. Kuki and Gorou were standing off to the side looking like they were about to get into a fist fight with each other, and Itto was, not-so-quietly, egging them on.

Next to Kokomi were the blankets you had requested. A green blanket you had stolen from your brother and a purple blanket from your mom. On the table was your phone charging. That greatly confused you as last you could remember your phone was in the handbag you had stolen from Kokomi.

"How'd you get my phone?" This effectively caught the attention of everyone in the room. Gorou and Kuki stopped their fighting and instead turned to you.

Gorou was the first one to speak, "Yikes."

Placing one hand on your hip and the other on your chest, You let out a dramatic gasp, "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" You asked, faking offence.

"You look like shit," Gorou earnestly said, surveying you up and down, "Want a drink?"

"Several." You sat next to Kokomi who immediately sat up straight and let you curl into her. "The date went to shit."

Gorou sat down next to you and frowned.

Itto, who had at some point taken out the nail polish and started painting his nails, looked you right in the eye and spoke, "Duh, we aren't stupid (Name)." He said it as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Kuki came in from the kitchen, a tray of drinks in her hand and placed it on the coffee table. She sat down next to Itto on the floor in front of Kokomi, Gorou and you, and let everyone take their drinks before taking her own. "What happened?"

You started telling them about the date, "Well, the date starts off fine and I'm thinking 'This might not go as badly as I first thought' and so we go to Rio's-"

"Ooo, was that one super pretty waitress working?" Itto inquired which gave him an immediate slap on the back of his head from Kuki.

"Nilou? She wasn't, unfortunately. But we get to the restaurant and he orders a room temperature 7UP with a fucking Brussels sprout salad. And then I just ordered a Pepsi and that stake the brunette girl from Mondstadt really loves. " You place the now empty drink glass on the tray. "And that's when the weird shit began."

"Dude..." You sighed, "I can't even really place what was so fucking weird about him. It was just... The way he stared like he was seeing right through, the way he talked like he knew everything. It was so...-!"

"Infuriating..?" Gorou asked. He had started applying one of the face masks he had brought.

You shook your head, "No, not even. I felt so... scared. The way he dressed even. It was so fucking weird."

Kokomi placed down her glass on the tray as well, "I do not think-"

"FUCK!" You shouted, scaring everyone around, "I promised to pay for my part of the meal, I have to Paypal him or something."

You unplugged your phone from the charger and were met with seven missed calls, and 49 missed messages. You frowned.

"As I was saying," Kokomi began, "We don't think Mr. Weirdo is going to leave you alone after this. He started by asking how your dad's doing but it has devolved into..."

"Pathetic begging for a second date," Kuki finished Kokomi's sentence.

You felt a sense of hopelessness overtake you. In high school, you were known for your inability to say 'No', which often meant you ended up doing people's homework and helping them cheat on tests.

Turning people down usually meant hurting people's feelings. The way you felt after turning someone down (even if it was a salesperson trying to recruit you for an MLM) was a feeling you hated being left with. It sat uncomfortably in your gut and you hated, hated, hated it.

"You do also have that biology project with him..." Gorou trailed off.

Honestly, you had completely forgotten about that. You were already behind the other groups, in fact, the two of you had barely chosen a subject. That meant you would probably have to be alone with him.

"Whenever you have to work alone with him, you could always take one of us with you." Gorou suggested.

Kokomi frowned, "That still won't stop him from trying to get a second date."

Gorou sighed. A silence settled itself between the five of you. You pitying yourself and the rest trying to come up with an idea. The only noise that you could hear was the sound of Itto putting away the nail polish he had used to paint his nails.

Suddenly, Itto stood up and shouted, "I KNOW!"

Both you and Gorou flinched and you could feel Kokomi's grip on you tighten ever so slightly. Kuki looked as unbothered as ever, "You know what Itto?" She said, looking vaguely interested.

"If you get into a relationship, he will probably leave you alone," Itto said, completely seriously. Before you could question what he was talking about, he continued, "Obviously not a real one, unless you want to, just enough for him to get the hint."

Gorou scoffed, "And who would they get into a fake relationship with? You? Me?"

Kokomi asked a question as well, but you were too distracted by Kuki who was severally distracted by her phone. "Kuki?" You questioned her. "Everything okay?"

This effectively caught the attention of everyone else. "Uh, yeah everything is okay."

Kuki looked down at her phone again, "Actually... I know someone who'd be up for a fake relationship."

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Fun fact ; Itto may not be very smart but he does cares about his friends <3

Summary ; After a disastrous first date with your biology project partner, who was awfully persistent in getting a second date, Itto came up with the genius idea that you should get into a fake relationship to ward him off. Luckily for you, your math classmate Shikanoin Heizou volunteered. He also happened to be the only volunteer as your biology partner scared everyone else and he was the only one brave enough.

Unlucky you.

Author's note ; all of the love I've gotten for this story is so nice😭 I cannot thank any of you enough❤️

Taglist ; @belovedxiao @bobaducky @aixaingela

#heizou x reader #genshin shikanoin heizou #genshin heizou #genshin smau #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin x gender neutral reader #heizou shikanoin x reader #heizou smau #shikanoin heizou #heizou x gender neutral reader

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altarflame · 2 years

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My Day in the Life of Children, Now

It’s Saturday. I slept in late, got up gradually. When I went to pee, Elise (15) was ready to intercept me with childlike eagerness, about the construction paper ghosts they (non-binary pronouns) were adding to the fall leaves hanging from the dining room ceiling. I praised the careful placement. They are also full of stories about being on their high school’s parade float in the big parade, yesterday.

I offered Jake (16) a fried egg on toast as I made some for me, Sterling, and Elise, but he’d just made himself spaghetti and was getting ready to head off on his bike, to his girlfriend’s.

Aaron (21) had still not texted since leaving the state two weeks ago by plane, but today was to be his return flight, and Grant and I both know he was expecting a ride home, even though that airport is 4.5 hours from us roundtrip. My driving foot is acting up and my right calf feels tight all the time - I drove over 200 miles for work yesterday! I certainly don’t want to do this. Grant swears he told him he had to arrange return transport because we weren’t doing it. Aaron wouldn’t reply to texts. Sterling saw that bus tickets home from the airport were only $35 - less than the gas it would cost us. I sent Aaron this info, he was like “But I don’t want to ride the bus.” I feel frustrated but glad he’s communicating. Sigh. He is willing to just bus it, admits he’s had a good time and actually gives me a couple of sentences.

Elise was excited to be going to a birthday party that MIGHT be a sleepover, this afternoon - depending on whether they had a good time in the first part, liked the house/family enough, etc. They put bats up with the other autumn things in the dining room, too - with googly eyes. I dropped them off, just a few minutes away.

Isaac (18) and I sat at the dining table talking about the Aaron Conundrum. Isaac is afraid Aaron is fragile right now, which is something I am also basically always afraid of. Isaac is leaving for 2 weeks soon, to go visit friends in South Florida. He’s a much more conscientious planner (they’re both using their own money from their own jobs for these trips, which I just get notified of - which is fine when middle of the night road trips aren’t expected from me). Isaac is gonna pay for a driver’s ed course when he gets home, because he thinks it will make up his confidence gap with driving.

I went out on a great bike ride with Sterling, who was on skates. We passed Isaac biking away somewhere on a trail, while we were out.

After we returned, Jake got home from his girlfriend’s house, very upset by her complicated home and family dynamics. We talked about it one on one in his room for 15 or 20 minutes while I gathered up Elise’s sleepover things (the two of them share a room, and Elise decided they do want to stay at their friend’s and messaged me a requested list). It’s difficult to know how to have boundaries - Jake or me - with his gf’s people, because we don’t want to jeopardize his ability to see her, but also, this shit is ridiculous and neither of us exactly approve...

I knocked on Ananda’s (22) door and asked if she’d like to come with me to take Elise their things. She did. We talked about her shift at work and her degree program’s foreign language requirement. Elise’s friend’s mom seemed really nice, and Elise was super grateful I’d brought her the bag. I reinforced my “call or text at any hour and I’ll pick you up” guideline, and then Ananda and I ran to Publix for coconut milk to come home and make cacao with.

I was in the kitchen with the blender for that, while Ananda waited to show me a movie trailer she’s pissed about, when Wolfgang (nephew on Grant’s side) started texting me about his various sadness. Multiple deaths in the past few months, it’s big stuff. We talked off and on via messenger for the next hour. It kinda reminded me to message his twin, Patrice, about her pregnancy and her moving options and her baby shower.

I have decided to write my sister’s kids letters. I’ve done postcards and birthday/holiday packages, but they don’t feel behooved to reply to those things, and I think they would with letters. I might even send return envelopes and stamps. I kinda suspect my sister is trying to limit their ability to communicate with anyone, not explicitly me but I’m not important enough to get them on messaging platforms or what have you, if that makes sense, and it kinda hurts my feelings because honestly wtf. I text her things to show them but like. Sigh.

I just asked Elise for a 1am status update if she’s awake (she’s never stayed at these people’s house and it would be fine if she WAS sleeping, but I doubt that); she immediately replied that she’s having a blast. Nice contrast to how Aaron is miserable that the bus station sucks, the bus will suck, paying for this has sucked for him, and also everything sucks :p

I’ve been listening to a podcast while playing Tetris, as I half watch my phone, and considering writing projects, and how to get Patrice’s baby’s blanket crocheted by her baby shower, and how I need to finish this quilt I’m half done with for Ananda, first. It’s good to have weekends but I’m really glad I’ll be off for 9 days straight later this month. I contemplate things I’d like to accomplish with my plants tomorrow, and how to have a block of time for sex, and how glad I am to be less bloated than I have been these past days, from UTI antbiotics that were seriously kicking my ass. Jake’s birthday is Tuesday and we’ll take him to Moe’s and bake him a carrot cake, but mostly he’s having his party next weekend.

That about covers it :p

#parenting teens #aunt stuff #great aunt stuff #big family #adult children

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theold-ultraviolence · 10 months

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hey bestie,

pls don't - seriously - worry it ain't a problem. and I wholly understand that y'all have lives outside of here and important things to do. as for the whole end of semester thingy, I ain't going to lie: I feel it deeply as I have gone through a zombie since february and right now I have finally finished my exams but my mind is just error 404.

(also bestie, I DID END UP listening TODAY to some songs of the new album - not everything because I am a bit sleepy from not sleeping much last night due to... you guessed it... anxiety, BUT I DID MAKE A SILLY LITTLE GRAPH THINGY WITH MY OPINIONS AND THOUGHTS ON THE SONG AND I SHALL SEND IT TO YOUR DMS) (hoping it won't sound creepy).

oh in all truth, I think that oftentimes men are capable of doing stuff - like if you don't know, there's always a silly tutorial to watch ugh -, they just don't want to do stuff and hence relegate it to women, feigning incompetence.

like today we had a few dudes coming for works at our uni apartment and the mess they left... like I get that it isn't their thing to clean up stuff and that they need to come tomorrow to paint the walls so they had no need to clean up as it'd get dirty, but they could have at least flushed the freaking toilette or maybe just dusted the toilette seat, since it was a mess of dust and I had to.

or another thing (can you tell I hate work being done while I am over?) is that we had this dude coming to check on the heater and he left all his dirty tissues and rags in the kitchen sink, although my roommate had brought to him a bin to put them I ugh... men and the tale of weaponized incompetence.

ok over onto my beef with house works being done, but YEAH men get so much for so little shit. like everybody is always amazed that my dad cooks for us, instead of my mom. and like... maybe he just likes cooking... which isn't inherently a woman's activities, although according to many 'women belong in the kitchen'... I just am amazed whenever men think that simply being human decent being brings them to be utterly gods.

(also your friend's boyfriend's story cracks me up because dude... there are literally canned soups that you just have to microwave... I... it isn't that difficult. and google is free.).

also we have a problem with feminicides as well, alongside a whole culture that tends to protect abusers (TW SA: like you have no idea of how many sa cases got pushed back because of stupid reasons, like e.g.: a girl leaving the door open to her assailant I ugh...).

so yeah, I'd love to be out at night and feel comfortable in my own skin and not have to worry about whether I'd come back home. I know many of my friends are really chill, but I don't know... my anxiety gets the best of me and past 9 p.m. I have to be in my bed. safe and sound.

(also I am truly sorry if these messages seem so heated, I don't - TRULY - know why, aside from feminine rage filling me wholly whenever such topics are brought up).

NO BESTIE, I GOTCHA WHOLLY ABOUT THE TRIPS AND WE HAVE THE SAME MENTALITY!

I didn't want to get too much into it, as I didn't want to use as free therapy, but my therapist literally told me that - no matter whether they are positive or negative - changes are truly exhausting and I felt every inch of that exhaustion.

also I do INDEED struggle a whole lot with things out of my own control as I ... might have... a few... control issues and I do hate being caught unprepared (especially from the food side of things, because it isn't a funny experience, although I know it might seem relatively stupid and of limited importance). but yeah, changes and huge sudden things aren't ever good and I do hope to maybe go back there TO MY OWN TERMS or at least with different expectations and a bit less control onto myself. I certainly have a far better experience underneath my belt.

(still, I have to admit that one of the funniest things was that one of the first conferences was to be had in a former asylum, and the fact was that it wasn't that ... bad. like it wasn't any way creepy if anything, it seemed like some place straight up of a fairytale or a summer villa).

also pls... bestie, don't worry about the fics. I, again, totally understand that y'all have lives and busy stuff to do. they aren't going to certainly run away so pls take all the time you need, although I can't wait to know what you'll think about them!

(but no pressure!).

no no, bestie, I GOTCHA! (are we the same person but in different fonts?) I also dread starting new TV series and I casually rewatch all the three same ones that I love and I now know by heart. mostly because I - EITHER - finish a series in a whole week or I start it, pause it and never get back to it. but yeah, starting new fics asks for a whole level of energy that I am not sure I have in this period, so I wholly understand yah.

(still, I shall check out 'dickensian' because from what I heard it seemed pretty cool).

also yeah... I think that the pacing does a whole lot about my liking for a book as well, and just by trying to read the plot of 'the blind assassin' it did seem like a whole lot to take in.

also can you believe I never read anything by stephen king?

it's mostly because I am a scaredy cat but I have always been curious about 'gerald's game' and also 'the salem lot' seems very interesting (you got me at the 'vampires'), so do let me know how you like it!

and oh gods, I hope you'll enjoy 'mexican gothic' and pls feel free to always chat me onto that as I truly love it! also I have been liking 'lady chatterley's lover' so far, although I haven't read all that much mostly because of uni stuff.

still, I can't believe how ... rowdy and audacious this novel was. like I know that it had some trouble being published for the explicit scenes but the whole ideology and themes behind it were definitely far more scandalous than I thought.

also, another thing is that the beginning there's this discussion about the fact that being intimate with somebody lessens the emotional love they feel for such somebody and I couldn't help but think that it's very similar to a concept expressed in a poem by catullus (a latin poet), where he says the infamous 'odi et amo' (I hate and I love you). which can be taken as both the typical antithetic view on love BUT ALSO, about the author's lessened emotional interest in a pure relationship with his lover and heightened favor for a sexual relationships. it's a whole interesting concept, I am a sucker of and when I read a similar reasoning in 'lady chatterley's lover' I was definitely giggling like the idiotic academic I am.

oh oh, I gotcha: I feel like joe was my last summer's obsession, ewan my autumn and winter's one and he keeps on being the one of spring, although during this summer, who knows which actor might I get attached to? (jack o'connel is growing onto me bestie). they certainly need to be british if I want the royal mail to send them.

(and yeah, like ewan is the babiest of my favorite actors, leave that man alone! haven't you seen the sweaty and oily glow of eternal youthood).

oh oh, I am glad you found both the series and although it might seem difficult, roman dialect isn't that terrible (although they have some strange ways for example: 'tagliarsi' - which is generally translated as 'cutting yourself' - means around rome 'having fun'. why? I don't know. it's super funny because there are so many different ways to say something, like to skip school it can be: 'fare bigia', 'fare filone', 'marinare la scuola' based on where you live in italy).

also I hope that you get back to your courses, but also give yourself some credit: you are learning a whole new - complex - language, while handling a life. not all people can do that and you can absolutely take a break from it.

and if you ever want to send me silly messages in italian, I am all for it! if anything your italian might be better than my own...

with this being said, I am off to doing a bit of stuff and then I hope that tonight I'll get a bit to myself to continue finally reading 'lady chatterley's lover' (I have reached to where clifford has asked her to have a baby, I am quite at the beginning as I have told you but hey...).

pls take all the time that you need to answer this and I hope you get to relax and enjoy life and most importantly daydream all you want about eddie and sorceress! reader.

have a lovely day!

-🌗

Error 404 is SO RIGHT, BESTIE! tbh I'm still feeling like that! some things came up that I need to do but I seriously don't have any more brain capacity at the moment because my brain is already in vacation mode, and thinking about my trip next week, but most importantly ON DANNY ELFMAN MODE! because I FINALLY GOT MY VISA, so it's super confirmed that I'm gonna see the goth grandpa! (although you already know this, but I feel the need to sneak this into all my conversations recently, so, apologies kdflkgjdjh) also, LOVED your graph thingy!! (another thing you know by now, but I really did) Anyway, onto my reply!

"they just don't want to do stuff and hence relegate it to women, feigning incompetence." Absolutely. And it freaking sucks to hear that you had to experience that because another thing I absolutely hate next to an incompetent man is people who simply do not respect your space. And this goes for people in general. My mom likes to invite her friends/colleagues to our apartment sometimes, and we only have two bathrooms, one that's my mom's that's inside her room, and the other in the hallway, which is mine, but because it's in the hallway, when we have visitors, that's the one they use. And I always have my things in order and spotless and when the visitors come UGHHHHHHHHHHH JUST, DROPLETS OF WATER EVERYWHERE, THEY USE UP ALL THE TOILET PAPER, THE HAND TOWEL IS JUST THROWN OVER THE SINK, JUST, A MESS! A MESS! And it's awful!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! makes me wanna chew through the drywall when I go check my bathroom after they're gone, so I totally understand.

And also this whole rant about men feigning incompetence reminds me of my uncles (all of them, but especially the one that lives with my grandparents). Idk if I've mentioned it to you before, but part of the reason why my brain has been mush this year is that my grandma has been sick and requires 24/7 care because of brain damage. And my uncle literally lives in that house and STILL my grandpa had to hire a nurse (and a very important detail is that my grandpa, at 80 years old, STILL WORKS because of necessity, so hiring extra help puts a dent in his income) to be with them because this fucking man can't, for the life of him, lift a finger and help my grandpa take care of my grandma. Like, men will have egos so freaking big that they can't see past their own noses and put their comfort aside to help one another, it's way easier to feign incompetence. Anyway, long ass rant!! in conclusion: men that aren't fictional fucking SUCK. Which also ties into our respective problems with feminicides. Absolutely, we have the same culture here, that protects abusers. And the horror stories you hear about how women were treated are just awful to think about, and terrifying because you have this lingering fear that, you never know if it could happen to you, so you can't just freely walk around alone in the streets. Because we've both shared that we wanna get out of our countries, I truly hope it's something that can happen to us because, Idk if you feel like this too, but I feel like I'm missing out on so much stuff and my life is just slipping by because I can't do so many stuff because of my countries limitations. I hate feeling that way. It dawns on me that I'm gonna be 30 in a couple of years (and I know that by no means 30 is the end-all of your life), but I feel like I've missed out on life so much because of this.

Also PS. Never be sorry about heated messages, lmao!! I love that we can talk about silly AND serious things! And also, the thing about the food doesn't sound silly at all! Especially if it alters how you feel significantly. I feel so fed up and annoyed about things that maybe other people find insignificant and ridiculous but it's like, they're important TO ME and them being altered because of things out of my control affects ME. My mom is always on my case because of these sort of thing. I'll have meltdowns over things she finds absurd but it's like: you have a plan, or a predicted outcome, and when that outcome is altered, it's kinda like !!! your whole world shifts, I suppose. Like with my visa. They specifically told me: you'll be able to pick it up between 2-3 weeks. AND WE WERE ONTO THE FOURTH and I wasn't hearing from the consulate at all! In fact, the page where you can check the status of your application was probably malfunctioning because every time I logged in, it said 'your search did not return any data'. I was starting to panic because what if the application never came through? what if the visas are ready but because the data isn't showing, I won't know when to pick them up? and I had heard horror stories of that process taking up to 3 to 5 months, and I was already thinking that that was gonna be my case, so goodbye Danny Elfman and goodbye A7X. My mom was absolutely chill about it meanwhile I was losing it, because in my mind I already had a time frame set, and not only was I looking forward to seeing those shows to make up for my horrible year, but I'd have to resell the tickets and that was gonna be a whole mess to get into because I don't know many people that are into them, so I was thinking that I was going to lose my money if the visas didn't come in time. Anyway, yet another long ass rant!

OK BUT BESTIE I AM SO INTRIGUED ABOUT THE ASYLUM AND IT NOT BEING CREEPY, LIKE???? OUT OF A FAIRYTALE!?? I'M WHEEZING! How is that possible!???? I am so intrigued!

About The Blind Assasin, yeah it was A LOT and at the very beginning as well. It started very mystery/plot heavy in the first part, and then it shifts the pov in the second part and that's where the pace kinda slows down for me. Which, I get that's the intended effect because it's being told from the point of view of an old woman, but, just personally, that shift from super plot-heavy and intrigue, to the lady describing her day, kinda threw me off a little bit. And I don't doubt the intrigue and mystery will resume, but I'd rather just start another story because I know this will take me a while to finish, and I kinda wanna just read more books in general. I used to read so much when I was in high school and now I'm lucky if I finish (1) non-work related book a year. I'm really liking Salem's Lot!! BUT if you're new to Stephen King, I'd definitely recommend 'The Mist' which is super short, and not that scary in my opinion, so it would help to get a feel of his narrative style with a shorter story and see how you like it! The first book I read of his was 'Misery' because I'd seen the movie, and the book? omg. I wouldn't say that one's that scary either. It's more of a thriller. So those are the ones I'd recommend! From him, I also love 'Pet Sematary'. I think I might have liked that one more than Misery but that one is scarier.

ALSO!!!!!!!! I'M LOVING THE PARALELL YOU MAKE WITH 'LADY CHATTERLEY' And also love that you're enjoying it so far!!! AHH!! YES! I also was not expecting how rowdy it would be. For its time, I was expecting something a little bit tamer and like, classical? idk what word I'm looking for. But certainly not this. I was also very surprised to learn that D.H. Lawrence wasn't, in fact, gay, because of the way he speaks about the way men view pleasure, in a sort of, condemning and critical way? I was like, there's no way a MAN wrote this. No way. And also the way the sex scenes are described is so raw but honest, and the slow build of the relationship between Mellors and Connie is just something that the movie got totally wrong and that it glossed over completely. The movie stripped away all the grit from the novel!

When you say Joe was your summer obsession and Ewan autumn and winter? YES. PRECISELY THIS. And maybe this is why I'm slowly coming back to Joe because he just feels like a summer kind of love? Bestie you just put that sooo beautiful sdlkfgjslkdjg. Eddie sure feels like the summer kind of love, with the sun and the sea and the music blasting outdoors and going to concerts, while Ewan + Aemond feels like coziness and warm drinks and blankets as you curl up together to enjoy a calm evening. I'm sounding corny as hell, but hey.

Also let me be the down to fully push you into the Jack O'Connell love bestie. You need to see SAS Rogue Heroes, and also maybe when you finish reading Lady Chatterley you can see the movie with him as Mellors because, OH DEAR. OHHH DEAR. I didn't like the adaptation but him as Mellors? yes please. Absolutely (although I did picture Ewan as Mellors while reading the book because of the character being from Derby, oops). That was of course before knowing Jack, and also knowing he's from Derby too sdkjfklkjldfkgj.

The bit about the dialects reminds me that I saw a map the other day about all the different ways you can say (idk remember what word it was) throughout Italy and I was like.....no way.........how am I supposed to remember that!? But I guess it just seems intimidating as someone who's starting out! I'm sure if I was to dissect all the different types of ways you can say one thing in Spanish it would be difficult too! also, there are variations you can find in the Spanish from Spain, South America, and North America. This reminds me! that I found out why Lupo was transformed into Lobo when they both come from the same root! but I wanna drop that in a message in your own profile along with other thingies I wanna say/show you before I go on my trip next week! heheh. But also, thank you for that, bestie! I feel bad because I paid for those courses, but I literally can't bring my brain to focus on those right now, or even on fics. Like I physically cannot bring myself to focus on something or write, even if I want to. It's been tough! which is why it means a lot to me that you put up with my Italian inquiries and just generally, that you keep me company with your messages! :')

Good luck with your thesis bestie! and as always, I hope that you find time in between studies to indulge and relax. Again, glad to know you're enjoying Lady Chatterley's lover, and I can't wait to hear your thoughts as you read! Sending you a big hug and lots of love! x

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wasabis-stuff · 1 year

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⁠♡ — ; | 𝙝𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙖𝙨.

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SYPNOSIS:

Xielle, an active and famous girl who self destructed due to the unbearable agony of life of being in the spotlight where every move is being judged and criticized.

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Chapter I

"Have you ever seen a supernova? It's beautiful isn't it?" The questions I always ask to people I've interacted with.

Their answers are either yes and no's following with reasons they could think and say.

What about me? Have i seen one? Yes, I've seen it, many times, even us explodes, even me. Now what's the connection of that with supernovas? We all know how supernovas are formed, it's when a massive star runs out of fuel, gravity taking over it then it self destructs and a rapid explosion happens. It also happens to all of us, we ran out of light and hope to living due to the pressure that was bestowed upon us and if we can't handle it anymore we self destruct, the difference is that we have types of self destruct. We have different pressures in life, we're our own stars, our energy and vibrance are our own treasure but what will happen if we lose it? Will we evolve into something good or bad? Supernovas are beautiful despite the sadness in chaos, So are we.

The thoughts surrounded my head as my eyes slowly gets heavy and i fell asleep.

I woke up the next day feeling still exhausted. It's Saturday.

My name is Xielle Voltaire, a Model and Musician. A College Student studying Bachelor of Science in Psychology here in France. Both of my parents are successful, now you're asking - why am I even complaining when i'm already living a luxurious life? Mind you, be careful of what you wished for, just because I live in this kind of life doesn't mean it's all about lavish and ease. I'm not bragging about our life because I aim to build my name not because my parents are successful and famous but because I've done something good that will spread and make my name known to people.

I got out of my bed and made my way to the bathroom and did all the necessary things a girl must do. While making my way to the kitchen I could feel my Father's cold gaze towards me, the maids greeted me and i gave them a smile and a nod bow as a greet back, I plan to make Lasagna today. My mom started to make her way towards me and "What are you making today sweetie?" She asked, I answered "Lasagna, would you both want some for lunch later?" I asked pertaining to dad as well, they both smiled and nod, to tell you they might be strict but they love pastas, "Oh and don't worry Mom I already ordered a Baguette so we'll have a garlic bread as side dish", my mom's smile widens and gave me a kiss and goes back to the table. They're taking their breakfast early as 6am while I'll just eat later since I don't really eat this early.

Two hours had passed and im done making lasagna and garlic bread then started to pack lunches for my parents. I asked our maids to bring it to them since they already left for work an hour ago. I checked my phone because it's been ringing notifications ever since I woke up.

Fuck, it's Louvière.

Louvière is my partner in crime, he's been with me since fetus. Reading thoroughly to his messages, he sure loves to curse when he's mad. Well i get it, he's time punctual after all, while scrolling I receive a call.

"Â𝘭𝘭𝘰 Louviè—"

"𝘛𝘰𝘪 𝘱é𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦! it's about damn time you answer!"

Damn talk about the temper.

"Listen Louvière, I—"

"No! Get your ass here now!" And ended the call abruptly.

I sighed and showered real quick and picked the outfit for today and drive towards where Louvié is. As I park my car I could see him from my side mirror approaching my car, I chuckled as i get my viola and get out. He's crossing his arms, eyebrows meeting and eyes squinted.

"Do you know what time is it?" He said.

I brought out the sweets i got for him as i was driving earlier hoping it would calm him down. I swear sweets works like magic to his temper because he quickly livened up as soon as he saw that it came from his favorite shop.

We then made our way towards the entrance of the building down to orchestra pit to practice our upcoming recital.

We were greeted by pairs of eyes as we made our way to the backstage, there's a lot of people watching us, all professionals and others are students. We quickly go to our designated rooms to prepare and practiced our created piece there before practicing it to the stage. The recital will be on Monday evening (after my class) and loads of people from different country, universities, and etc. Will come to watch and give a critique. Even my parents will be there. My Dad was the one who pushed this to me even if I didn't wanted to but i've come to sort of like it since I love music but I just hate the pressure he's giving me to be always on the top of everyone. Every note must be perfect, the movements or my fingers and flow of my arms should be smooth like water, and lastly the timing and mood, all of it.

Louvière is playing the piano for this recital. We're going vice versa as well. It's not just Violin and Piano that we know how to play, but also Guitar and Drums and Flutes. Louvière is a natural born musician, he devoted his life to music and the piece we're going to play is his own created piece, Inspired by Jakob Ludwig Felix Mendelssohn Bartholdy widely known as "Felix Mendelssohn", a German composer, pianist, organist and conductor of the early Romantic period.

We practiced for 30 minutes and later on fall in line towards the backstage to rehearse our event pacing and have the elderly professionals to criticize our performance so that there will be no errors when the event comes.

It was our turn and we positioned ourselves and started playing.

It lasted for about 10 minutes and the elderly professionals are clapping in satisfaction.

"𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘵! 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘤𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦!" one of the professionals clapped and shouted.

Me and Louvière bowed gracefully and thanked the elderly and made our way out. Our coach is smiling wide as she greets us with joy in her eyes.

I was so exhausted from playing that I took out a smoke and ignited it. "Give me one too" Louvière said and I tossed him one with my lighter.

"Exhausting isn't it?" He asked.

"Yeah surely." I answered.

"Where are you headed after this?" his 2nd question.

"Model Runway"

"Oh yeah, tough luck you have, I'll go with you." And starts to pack our stuffs as he grabbed my arms to get up and we made our way outside the building and he asked his driver to drive his car back to their home and tossed the keys to his driver. He opened my passenger seat and put our stuffs on the backseat and made his way to drivers seat and speed drive towards the Runway.

"What's up, you look dead right now" he asked trying to initiate a conversation in the midst of our silence.

"Dunno" I responded.

We arrived at the Runway and there's a lot of people as well, Cameras everywhere and my mom greeting me. My mom's a professional model, who fucking else isn't professional in this family except for me yet. Louvié escorted me out of my car and walked me to my designated room.

— end of chapter 1.

#story #modelling #violin #pianist #fiction #slice of life

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munsonsduchess · 1 year

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I am back Duchess. I am going to claim an emoji so you know when it is me, and considering I spill all the tea, I'll choose this ☕ (which may or may not be coffee but).

So it is i, who am I? Remember the anon who made out with the guy, who had a friend who liked that guy but was married, and that she had tried to push me to a different guy (Jake) until that guy was a little bit creepy? Yeah hi its me. I mentioned how I was visiting my friend, and she was gonna throw a party?

Well I've taken a few days to process everything. And now im here.

So 1) not quite a party but people were around and we all did hang out. 2) there was a new guy, but not the one my friend wanted me to meet. No, no, no. New guy, going to call Aaron, works with her husband and was invited by her husband. He is nice i guess? I didnt talk to him one on one much, but he was very rambunctious. Apparently, my friend thinks he likes me. I declined for her to give this guy my number. At the end of the night, he shook my hand and said it was nice to meet me. It ended awkwardly because he kept holding my hand and I just kind of nodded. My friend thinks there could be potential, I disagree. 3) the guy she wanted to introduce me to, we will call Brad. Brad sounds like a bad idea. Thus the name Brad, as thats the last guy I tries dating and it was a bad idea.

Why is Brad a bad idea? Well well well, thank GOD he was not there. Because, if he was, I probably would have had a meltdown. Why? Turns out HE IS RELATED TO THE GUY I MADE OUT WITH (we are going to go through the ABCs so the dude i made out with is going to be Cole, if I make it all the way to Jake I will probably cry so there is A, B, C and J im) yes. Brad is related to Cole. I did not know that. They don't look relatively alike to me. Regardless, apparently they are. Not only that, but my Friend was telling me about Brad. Brad goes to a wine club once a month, he's in a book club, and he apparently likes those cheese and meet board things. Now, I like books, however I cant stand wine. Hate it. Its too dry. I'd much rather have vodka or a good bourbon. My Friend knows this. Apparently also, as I saw some messages between them two, he calls his mom every day as well as is planning to start online gaming? And eventually quit their job to do fulltime? Which, I do not care for either of those (being a grown adult and having to call your parent every day is something im not keen on). I also am not keen on someone quitting their job just to be an online gamer (but that may because i have talked to a few guys like that before and they have all screwed me over).

thankfully, Brad was not there. Going to point 4) Cole. Guy I made out with. He was there briefly before having to go to work. We didn't get a chance to talk but he smiled and waved at me, also blushed whilst doing. This man has gotten more fine. I hate myself. He was more attractive this time then last and I hate it. I walked to the kitchen to get a snack but had gotten stopped by someone,, and he slid by me as he was leaving, and gently moved me to the side, putting his hands on my hips. We looked into each other's eyes and we both smiled and blushed. The person who stopped me made a comment on the chemistry between us. So that made me awkward.

So long story short, nothing at all happened. My Friend may or may not have brought Cole up multiple times, making me wonder if she still likes Cole. Oh and her husband broke up a fight between two drunk people and kicked them out, that was very entertaining but I have 0 clue what their names were or how they knew them.

So that is the update for now.

It took me a while to get around to this but I am ready to spill the tea.

This is wild honestly

Aaron seems. Nice. That’s about all I can say on that front, the hand holding thing is a little weird but maybe he’s just not great with social cues. Who knows

Brad however. Oh. Those are some big old red flags. The fact that you guys do not seem to have anything in common but books, the whole online gaming as a career thing. There’s a reason why that doesn’t work out for most people. You have to do your full time job and make online gaming your full time job to even get anywhere.

I used to live with someone who quit their full time job for the same reason. Their whole thing was that they were going to be a streamer and get so much money, they were gonna get so hot and then everyone would sub to them and yeah. No.

Look a shark coochie board is just a boujee lunchable for adults. That’s all it is. I will stand by that. It’s cheese, meat and crackers. It’s a lunchable.

I mean it’s nice(?) that he calls his mum so often. A bad relationship with parents for seemingly no reason is a big red flag of mine so the fact that he’s got a decent relationship with his mum seems like a good thing to me.

The whole related to Cole thing is a minefield. I would stay so clear of that. For your own sanity.

Your friend bringing up Cole a lot makes me think she’s trying to suss out what your feelings are for him so she can figure her own stuff out based on what you say. Again. Minefield.

Seems like it was one hell of a gathering tho.

#☕️ anon #duchess answers questions 💌#the drama of it all

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onlyyyariii · 2 years

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My Alpha

Ethan’s point of view

Switches point of views

Get ready to meet our boy! ;)

Italics are notes/messages

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Liana and I walk back to the house. Showing her my wolf was one of the best decisions I've ever made. Seeing her smile and laugh brought a lot of happiness to me. When she got sad, I was worried. I don't like seeing her sad. She had asked me to take her home. On the drive to her house she didn't utter one word. My wolf was going into a frenzy thinking she was rejecting us. Doubts crept into my mind as we pulled into her driveway. A guy, I'm assuming is Aaron, standing on her porch. She wants to go back to him? The other side of me freaking out and screaming in my mind telling me to kill him.

"Liana!?" I say as my voice shakes.

"Yeah?" she turns towards me a look of concern on her face.

"You'll be... okay right? You'll come back?"

She smiles lightly, "Of course I'm coming back. I have to talk to Aaron and my mom."

I let out a deep breath and look at the steering wheel. He's not calming down. I need him to stop freaking out.

"Hey," she grabs the sides of my face and forces me to look at her, "I won't leave you. I'm coming back."

Leaning in, she kisses my cheek. My wolf finally calms down.

"Thank you for calming him." I say to her.

"Of course. I love him and I don't want him to feel that way."

My heart swells. Love. She loves him. But me? She doesn't love me.

"I'll be back tomorrow morning. Nine AM sharp."

"Okay."

She gets out and waves after me as I drive away. I just hope she's breaking up with Aaron. I don't know how my wolf will react if she doesn't want him anymore. I don't know how I'll react if she doesn't want to try this with me.

Liana's POV:

I sigh as Ethan drives away. My mind is already racing about what will happen with Aaron. I was already eager to get back to Ethan. I felt guilty because I was already more attached to Ethan than I was to Aaron.

"Liana?"

"Hi Aaron." I say walking up the stairs and into the house. He follows behind me.

"Please tell me he was just a friend."

"Listen Aaron I think we should-"

"You are not breaking up with me right now."

"A listen to me-"

"How long? How long have you been cheating on me Liana!?" He screams at me. I flinch at his sudden violence.

"I haven't been cheating-" I gasp as he slaps me.

"Bull. Don't lie to me Liana!"

I'll have to lie.

"Not long. A few days."

"Seriously Li I thought we were special."

"We were but-"

"We're done. I don't want to talk to you."

"Aaron I'm sorry-"

He turns around and pushes me up against the door. His hand wraps around my throat as he yells.

"I said I don't want to fucking talk to you."

Clawing at his hand with my nails, he releases me. I fall to the floor crying.

"You're weak and pathetic." he spits on me before he leaves.

I want Ethan. I want Ethan so bad. I pull out my phone to see a text from my mom.

Mom: Won't be home this weekend. Had to travel out of state to get organs for transfer. Love you!

I cry harder. I just want Ethan. I crawl up the stairs to my room and pack a bunch of clothes in a duffel bag. Writing a note to my mom, I walk down stairs and set it on the island in the kitchen.

Mom,

Hey it's Li! I got accepted to a study abroad for acting. It's so cool! They've booked me a flight for tonight and since you weren't home I figured this is the best thing to leave you. Especially knowing your phone will be off all weekend. I don't know how long the study is but hopefully a few months at best! Love you!

~Liana

I hated having to lie to my mom but it was for the best. Grabbing my hiking books from the shoe closet, I tug them on then made my way through the woods. Following the path I took last night I see the tree Ethan held me up against. It's crazy to think I had only met him yesterday. And to miss him already, it's insane. I walked in on a mating tradition last night. A mating tradition! I didn't even know they existed. I didn't know werewolves existed. I was still skeptical until Ethan transformed. Seeing his wolf was- I'm brought out of my thoughts by the sound of crunching leaves. I start breathing heavily.

"Ethan, this isn't funny." I say, slightly worried it's not him.

A boy walks around the tree and sniffs at me. I glare at him.

"You're Ethan's mate." He states.

"Yeah so?"

"I'm Grayson, Ethan's best friend. I'm assuming you're looking for him."

"Yes I am."

"Okay follow me."

He grabs my wrist and tugs me along. Soon we're back in the valley walking in the direction of Ethan's house. He lets go of my wrist as I follow behind him.

"So how did you find out you're Ethan's mate? I mean you're human."

"I walked into the mating tradition unknowingly."

"Oh that makes sense."

"How did you know I'm Ethan's mate?"

"You're wearing his sweatshirt so you smell like him."

"Ohhhh."

"What happened to your neck?"

"What about it?"

"You have a red handprint there. Ethan didn't-"

"No! Ethan didn't do anything. My ex boyfriend, well I just went to breakup with him because I felt guilty about liking Ethan. When I said that we should break up he didn't take it too well."

"I'm so sorry that happened to you. After Ethan finds out he's probably going to have people look after you. Just to make sure you're okay."

"Would you want to be one? At least I would know you."

"If he mentions it you can count me in."

"Thanks Grayson."

"No pro-"

"Liana?" I hear a voice call.

Looking around me I find Ethan jogging towards us. When he gets here I wrap my arms around him and pull him into a hug. He hugs me back but sends a bewildered look towards Grayson.

"What are you doing back here? I told you I'd come pick you up in the morning." Ethan says pulling away from the hug.

"I broke up with Aaron and my mom isn't going to be home for days. There was no reason for me to stay."

"How did Grayson even find you? I-" he stops, noticing the hand mark around my neck. His eyes darken.

"What is that?" He growls out.

"Aaron didn't like the breakup but I'm okay."

"He laid his hands on you?"

"Just my neck and my cheek but Ethan-"

"Grayson go tell my father we need to send out a few people."

I look at Grayson as he starts backing away.

"Grayson don't you dare move. You are not sending people after him." I scream.

"Liana I will do whatever I want. He put his hands on what's mine. He needs to be punished."

"What are you going to do to him?"

"Beat him up til he's half dead. You wouldn't want me to kill him."

A tear slips down my cheek. Of course I don't want him to kill Aaron. As much as I hate Aaron for what he did, we had history and he deserves a good reason as to why I was breaking up with him. I couldn't tell him I was leaving him because I found out my soulmate is a werewolf. I turn to see Grayson still standing there.

"Well what are you waiting for? Go get the people!"

Grayson runs toward the house as I turn to look at Ethan. He has a small smile on his face as he pulls me into a hug kissing the top of my forehead.

"Thank you." He whispers.

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