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inkyray · 9 days

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phone sex w Matt

warnings/content ahead: smut, fingering, masterbation, uhhhh, pet names like sweetheart n shit, located on the east coast fr, pretty short and quick, no mentions of y/n, x reader, other shit lmk if i forgot

MISS U

IN WHICH, you n your boyfriend matt go to visit family separately, you both yearn to see the other, losing patience quickly

Your boyfriend had left for Massachusetts, and you had left for New Jersey, your plans aligning perfectly since the two of you had to go see your families.

The moment you landed you had sent a text letting Matt know you were safe, and you were on your way to your parents house. You had done that since a few minutes prior he had sent you strings of text messages demanding to know if you were okay.

You spent your time with your family, playing with your nephew, making snarky jokes with the fact that your brother's a whole father now as you helped your mother cook. Your sister was ecstatic to see you home, she had a struggling week in highschool and desperately needed your help. You truly missed them, but a soul for a soul, now you missed your boyfriend.

This was your fourth day back home, and you were yearning to see Matt again, not used to sleeping alone without him snuggled up by your side.

It was late, around the AM's but the sun still had not risen. Everyone in the house was sound asleep, you knew because your sister's music had turned off around an hour ago, signifying her announcement to finally decide to sleep. Her room was across from yours, explaining how you'd know.

You turn from your side to your back, your frustration getting to you. You shove your eyes open and reach for your phone, opening Matt's contact immediately. You were texting each other a few hours prior, before dinner. You were aware of how much he misses you, and the promises he was making to do when you reunite. Those promises got creative, and now you were desperate for them.

Just as you were about to press your thumb on your screen, bubbles appear on your screen. You almost flinch, clearly, he had the same idea.

U up?

You didn't know, but his heart jumped when his message immediately went to seen. You stare at his message for a moment, not hesitating to call him immediately.

"Matt." You immediately call, keeping your voice low and breathy. You didn't want to somehow overhear your conversation. "I fucking miss you." He practically moans into your ear, his voice just as low, everybody asleep for him as well.

"Don't get me started." You raise a hand to rub your eyes, your eyebrows digging close to your eyes, your frustration somehow getting worse even after hearing him.

He begins to talk, ranting into your ear as you memorize everything he says. You grow irritated, being able to hear him, but not touch him. He complains, his soft whispery voice angry, straight into your ear. "Really?" You contribute, making it seem like you were listening as your hand drags down to your pants, slipping past your waist band.

Your fingers press over your underwear, gently rubbing yourself on top of cloth, feeling your wetness grow larger. You bite your lip, pushing your underwear to the side. You slowly move your fingers against your cunt, imagining it was Matt's fingers as a moan slips from your mouth. He stops talking abruptly, calling your name.

"Yes, Matt?" You whimper, your fingers sliding sensitively past your clit. "What are you doing?" He questions, his voice huskier than it was a few seconds before.

You swallow built up saliva in your mouth. "Thinking of you." You answer honestly. "Yeah?" He draws and you feel yourself getting wetter as you push a finger inside of you, moaning into his ear. "Mm. You touching yourself, sweetheart?" He coos and you almost cum right then and there.

"Fuck– yes." You respond. Through your phone all the way in Massachusetts, Matt has his hand gripping his crotch above his plaid pants, a thumb following the side of his hard cock, your moans and whimpers slipping into his ears. He shuts his eyes, imagining you right by him, pleasuring you, being the reason you sound so angelic.

"What did you say you'll do to me, when you see me again?" You ask, having it come out as a whine as your thumb rubs your clit and a second finger pushes through you. Matt's dick hardens completely, hearing you like this always sends him over the edge. "Bend you over your work desk and fuck you senselessly, have you forgotten?" He tells you as he pulls his cock, stroking himself.

Your fingers quicken, imagining that scenario playing out in your mind. "Keep–" you grouse, "Keep reminding me."

"Cute. You want reminders of how your legs will weaken and fail to hold you up as I fuck you hard?" You whine, pushing against yourself deeper, getting annoyed. Your fingers were a lot shorter than Matt's. His stroking is getting faster, the image of you in his mind. "Or how I'll mark you with my hickey's, from your neck to your perfect tits?"

A separate hand raises to cup your boob, kneading them as you graze your nipple with your thumb. "I miss you." You say, hearing him suppress a moan from the other line. Your physical actions continue, and the only thing being exchanged by you two were the sounds of each other's moans and whimpers. You imagine it were Matt's hands stuffing themselves into you, that it was him pinching your nipples, and that it was him making you feel good.

"Couldn't stay even a week away from me, hm?" He's sounded out of breath, and you feel a cramp begin to form in your stomach. "Touching yourself, thinking of me. I love it, so fucking much." He says, "I'd love it more if you were on my dick." He mutters so quietly you barely hear him, the cramp loosening and your fingers getting covered in your orgasm.

He hears your whimpering, and you could tell he finished too by the surprised moans in your ear.

A second too long passes, and it takes you a moment to register everything, somehow aching for him even more than when you came.

"Matt?"

"I'll ask Nick and Chris when the earliest we could leave for LA is, and you better fucking be there by then."

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your-nanas-house · 2 months

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She could be my "woman"

◇ Pairing: Robert Fisher X fem!Reader/ (future Robert Fischer X android!Reader)

◇ Warnings: angst, androids, security, fear, business, robots as "slaves"

◇ Summary: Robert fears for his safety and tries his luck with Y/n's business.

◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English. FINALLY wrote the first part of the fic I mentioned months ago!

Robert chuckled at that.

"What is this, a movie?" he mocked, trying to lighten the mood, his light eyes staring at the old woman in front of him as if she was nuts.

He called her that day for a specific reason... his security and now she was talking about some weird futuristic stuff.

"I thought we were talking about a security system, not personal assistants!" He reminded her slightly annoyed by the situation.

When he didn't receive a response, he tried again with a softer tone this time.

"I can see why your granddaughter would need someone to try this out," he started, rubbing his chin with his long fingers, "...But I can hardly be her test case.... I can't believe androids are that advanced."

The disbelief of the young man was understandable and the older woman got perfectly Robert's point of view but was still a bit offended by the lack of trust in her... after all the years she had worked with his father.

"You're underestimating my granddaughter, dear. I tested them out as well...they do anything and if someone tries to enter your dreams they come inside as well working as your bodyguard there too" she informed him with a soft nod.

Security and assistance, Robert thought not believing at a word.

He raised his eyebrow surprised by the informations but still with the feeling of being made fun of. "This has to be a joke," he said, shaking his head.

"Your granddaughter created androids that protect you even in your dreams? I've heard some insane things in my life but that tops the cake."

And as words of mockery left his mouth he couldn't help but imagining it happen to him... Having someone watching over him even in his most vulnerable moments... it wouldn't be so bad.

After a couple of minutes in silence the older woman spoke again, her shaking and wrinkly hands put a note on his rich desk

"Think about it, if you need more information just call my granddaughter, she will be able to explain everything to you."

It wasn't a bad idea after all.

Robert looked down at the card in his hand, sighing. He had hoped to convince the older wise woman to work with him as well, but this was a nice alternative.

And as soon as she left his office he grabbed his phone, he read the number and then dialed it.

He couldn't waste any precious time and luckily for him, he didn't have to wait much.

A female voice replied after just a couple of rings, introducing herself as 'Y/n Y/l/n' exactly as he expected. She sounded calm and young.. probably in her 20s, her tone made him feel at ease and it was quite charming even though a bit awkward.

"Good morning, miss. I'm Robert Fischer... I had a meeting with your grandmother today and she gave me your number. I'll put my hands forward and tell you that I don't really believe in all this, it seems excessive and not very functional to me but... I have nothing to lose so I'm willing to try, and even if it is a scam, I'm pretty sure I could deal with it very easily. If you know what I mean..." Robert informed her with a calm tone, his hand busy playing around with his pen as his face remained tilted and rested against the back of his chair... serious as his business mask.

It was business after all, he needed some kind of security around him and the guarantee of being 100% safe every day.

"But I would like to know more about this androids" he quickly added after not receiving an answer, his heart strangely beating fast in his chest and his hand sweated anxiously

"Oh, sure thing. I can do that, are there any specific questions? Or would you like to receive the policy first?" the voice replayed softly, echoing now in his empty office.

He could actually hear her moving around, probably working or getting ready for something in a rush... not that he cared though.

At the questions Robert sat up in his seat, his grip tightened around the pen as he thought quickly before dropping it on the desk and let his light blue eyes travel towards the phone.

"I want to know everything. Starting from how they work, what they can do, where they come from and most importantly... how protected I am with them watching over me" The business man listed while staring intently at the object as if it would make Y/n reply faster at everything.

There was a soft music in the background, he could hear it, even if a bit muffled, and his mind focused on it, snapping back just when her voice interrupted the melody with her owns

"Well first of all I won't tell you how I created them. I'm not stupid, am I? They can do anything you want them to, they come from my cellar" she informed with a soft chuckle after apologizing and explaining to him the reason of the background noises.

"You are 99,9% protected, they have the ability to watch over you whenever you need or don't need. Not in a creepy way of course. They have the ability to enter your dreams if someone else does, so that they can protect you.... They are also loyal to their owners and you can set the program you prefer. There are a lot of different androids... each one more adapt for a situation" she explained with a more focused and professional tone, her knowledge and passion for her creations showing just by the seriousness of her speech.

She made it sound pretty acceptable and intriguing, leaving Robert silent for a moment, still and lost in his thoughts as he took in the informations. He honestly wasn't expecting such a comprehensive answer from her.

"They sound like the perfect companions," the man said, making an attempt at joking before asking her other questions, his hands already turning on his laptop

"What kind of androids are there, where can I purchase them and what sort of program do you suggest should be installed in them?"

It really was catching his interest, even if he didn't really believe in all the progress the science was doing lately... but he still was willing to try.

"Well... They are like puppies, Mr. Fisher. Like pets, without need to care too much for them. And it's highly depends on your situation and what I have down here." She explained while probably pouring herself a cup of something.

A moment of silence and Robert hummed lost in thoughts again, surprised and amused by Y/n's analogy.

"I'm glad that I won't have to worry about them too much," he murmured, rubbing his chin "And I'll happily take a look at what you have available. My main concern is my dreams, so what do you suggest to deal with that?" He murmured out, leaning back to stare at the ceiling and glance at the phone... she wasn't answering anymore but he could feel that she was thinking intently.

Then... her harsh words of truth came out "Your voice sounds lonely, you are probably sitting in a rich office, playing with something in your hand while you talk to me— I want to try to give you my first invention" the young woman declared cheerfully, making sure he didn't took her analysis as an insult before starting to explain again.

"I'm pretty proud of her. And I will make sure to deliver everything as soon as the payment is done also I'm sending you the contract so that you know that whatever the android sees it will remain between you and them" the young woman quickly stated, ready to say goodbye and hang up.

It was convincing... enough to bewitch Robert and his business mind, which was now fully engaged, even though a part of him was still cautious.

He wasn't really sure about allowing someone else to intrude so deep in his personal space and in such a little time. "How do I know that the androids and their recordings will remain private? What if they witness something... embarrassing or something that should remain fully private?" The man asked lowly, tapping his fingers against the rich wood of his desk.. he couldn't and didn't want to afford a scandal.

"I make you sign the contract because of that. I have no intention to look through all the memory. I just delete everything when their work it's done" Y/n reassured him sweetly with a soft chuckle, giving her availability 24 hours a day, 7 days a week in case of questions or problems.

Robert considered it all in silence, weighing his options carefully. On one hand, he was still hesitant about sharing his space with these things.

But on the other hand, they would be guarding his dreams, which was exactly what he needed. And their "mother" seemed trustworthy enough to make him take things further.

"I want to see the contract first," he stated thoughfully, adding after a small break of suspance "If I like its terms, I'm ready to sign."

And she already did, everything was in his laptop now. So Robert checked his emails, finding the contract attached.

He opened the PDF with a single click and began reading, his eyes scanning each word for any potential loopholes or hidden meanings.

After a few minutes of reading, he let out a sigh and printed it out, signing it before scanning it and sending it back to her along with a brief message:

"I agree to the terms, please start the installation as soon as possible. RF"

Since their call had ended just a couple of minutes before he could have finished to read it all.

Afyer that, the proceedings began and the young woman asked him a couple of personal questions, plus an address before reporting to him the date and the hour of the delivery.

'To: Robert Fischer, NYC'

Android n. 0.0'

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foundheavenly · 4 months

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“We were meant to be”

Disclaimer: English is not my mother tongue so please be nice.

Words: 916

Plot: you are a couple married

Pairing: Gojo x female reader

Theme: fluff, comfort

Your daughter was in her crib for bed but she wasn't quite asleep. She seemed to be staring at the ceiling, giggling and mumbling to herself. You leaned over and picked her up, cuddling the baby to your chest. She cooed in delight as she pressed her nose against yours, and put her tiny hand on your cheek.

“My angel” You smiled warmly at the little girl as your heart melted away from her cuteness. She’s so sweet, she’s like sugar. The most adorable tiny girl.

Satoru watched you from the bed, a silly grin on his face. His eyes twinkled as he watched you cuddle Yuki before you started to softly hum a lullaby. Your voice was so sweet that your daughter fell immediately asleep as you gently put her in the crib again. You looked back at Satoru and your eyes met: no words needed. You understood each other perfectly.

That's when you realized how lucky you were. It hasn't all been easy, mainly because of Satoru's recurrent absences due to missions and his responsibility as the strongest sorcerer, but you couldn't ask for more.

You weren't like him, you're only a mere human, and you never thought you'd meet someone like him. At the very beginning of your relationship, you were afraid of the reality of his world, of everything you couldn't see, and you found it hard to accept. But Satoru never gave up. He hasn't quit yet but the question has crossed his mind.

What if he stopped everything?

To live the simple, normal life he'd thought he could have with you? A family life, nothing more normal?

But you couldn't force him to quit, especially not only for you. Of course you would like him to stop everything, to stay close to you, morning and night, and never put his life in danger. But you had to trust him and you couldn’t make decision for him. After all, he was the strongest, and could single-handedly eliminate hundreds of enemies. And Satoru had promised you he'd always come back to you and now to your child.

You climbed into bed, curling up next to Satoru, and he wrapped his arms around you, holding you tight. He was smiling and so were you.

“Thank you, honey” You said almost like a whisper as your head was right on his chest.

"No love, thank you" Satoru chuckled as he pressed a sweet kiss on the top of your head. "Being here with you is all I've ever wanted. You don’t know how much I’m grateful to you"

Hearing someone like Gojo spoke with such affection as a father and husband was adorable. If this was what he's like with you, you wondered if he was ever this sweet as a person before all the hardships life threw at him, before he knew you. But that’s some things he never really talked about and you never forced him to do so.

He pulled you closer, still being careful not to disturb your son next to your bed. You snuggled against him, the warmth of his limbs filling you with peace.

Your daughter mumbled in her sleep as she hugged his blanket. Every now and then, a small coo came out as she shifted in her deep slumber, but for the most part, she seemed to be content. Satoru watched her carefully, feeling his heart swell with love and affection. And you already knew what he’s thinking of.

He looked down at you for a moment and smiled at you before leaning over and whispering in your ear. "Let's try for another one” He suggested.

You looked up at him and let out a chuckle. “You want another one?”

"Of course” He grinned. "We’re only in the beginning of thirties. We have plenty of time. There could be more little ones running around with Yuki in a few years. Can you imagine how cute that would be?"

He smiled, gazing down at your face with such adoration.

"Maybe even a boy next time so Yuki can have a little brother” He thought with a chuckle.

Your eyes shine at the thought. It would be so great to have a little boy too.

"But not yet" He said, smiling. “For now, let's enjoy our little girl."

He kissed you on the cheek and nuzzled his face against yours, his eyes twinkling with joy.

"My heart feels like it could explode” He whispered. "You make me so happy."

You smiled widely at his words and you chuckled. Marrying this man was definitely the best decision you could have made in your entire life.

"It feels like we've been together for ages already” He said softly, pressing a gentle kiss against your neck. "But it also feels like there's always something new to learn about you. I love that. And I can’t wait to learn more and more about you”

Satoru gave you a soft kiss on the cheek, then kissed you on the forehead. His affection was always so sweet.

“We were meant to be” He smiled gently as a tear of joy fall down your cheek.

It felt unreal to be loved this much. But it was the reality. It’s everything you’ve ever wanted. And If this is what your life is going to be like, you can't imagine how much you're going to love the next decades.

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #gojo #satoru #jjk x reader #satoru x reader #gojo x reader

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richeeduvie · 18 days

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Saw a vid of a mom asking her husband if he would babysit their daughter (as a prank tehe bc this one influencer made a vid ab how she has to bribe her husband to “babysit” their child and it was v upsetting bc she was just laughing it off :(() anyways the dad was like:

“??? what ru trying to say ¿¿¿ of course I’ll spend quality time with our daughter while ur out, don’t call it babysitting I’m not sitting on no baby 🤬”

He was so angry at the implication he wouldn’t want to take care of his baby for one night, it just gave ROMAN!! He would bite Baby’s head off if she tried to mess w him like this, and then he would bite her leg for trying to leave the house without her life companions. Why can’t he come with you to the spa? It doesn’t matter that he doesn’t want any services they provide, he is perfectly content to sit on a chair in complete silence and just stare at your face while u get pampered. That IS his preferred self care routine. And the baby? The misty air and soothing aura has her in a deep slumber, her chunky cheeks smooshed into her papas chest she’s securely wrapped against. She’s a perfect little thing, Roman is,,, a scrappy little thing BUT STILL! Baby mommy claims to love him anyway, so why does she want to go alone???

All of this just for Baby to not even have an actual evening away planned 😭 poor woman. She just upset her impish man, and saddened her angel who heard her papas wails of distress “Mama u want to go away 😞?” Stupid Roman when will he learn he can’t go on his tirades anymore, there’s a toddler who roams these halls! Baby pinches him and walks away pissed w her baby, he’s always ruining her fun. He comes to bed an hour later, she makes him grovel but puts him out of his misery because he did in fact book them a weekend getaway to the Hamptons yay! All 3 Roy’s are coming tho bc he’s still her ball and chain.

This took me so long to type and it’s supposed to be a request 😭 my apologies, feel free to change anything and everything you’d like, I gotta go take a test I’ve had all day to complete and pushed to the last minute.

I love when you people write drabbles. I get to be the reader. I get to consume!! And it's always great. I love this!

Babysitter

Roman Roy x Reader blurb - DogandBone!AU

He is her father. Not her fucking babysitter.

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Roman watches your daughter just toddle around. She's perfect. And this is perfect. He's such a father.

He became a father when you had her, yeah. But here - just looking at her, something soft and swallowed in his eyes, it's all the more prominent.

She plays with blocks. Roman watches intently. It makes you warm and you think he's under the sun like this, he's getting red in the face for it. He can't handle her being cute, which at this point, you think that just means your little girl being a little toddler.

"Top blue. No red. Ba ba blue."

It almost breaks away the giddiness of a prank.

Roman's with your baby all the time. You are with your baby all the time. You're with Roman all the time. Safe to say, you think he'll call you an idiot whore for the idea that he's babysitting. That or it'll be meanie. Mean wife.

You smile.

"Roman, I was planning on going out tonight."

"...It's five. I have to get ready? You didn't want to plan on going out tonight yesterday? Look at her, she's not mentally prepared for being outside. Also, fuck the outside. It was smelling like sewage when we came in, but I think it was that guy who looked like his name was Eddie."

"I was just thinking by myself. I didn't make an appointment but I think they can fit me in for a semi-retreat."

Roman looks to the babbling toddler with her blocks. She's very focused on building it high. Then he turns to you.

"Are you sick of me? Fuck you. What did I even do?"

"Nothing. I just felt impulsive for a spa night."

"I didn't even do anything - like actually...nothing? And now you want to go get your feet rubbed by someone else? Whore. Whore Mommy."

"Ba!"

You roll your eyes. You know Roman has to remember that he gets too whiny and puppy-eyed whenever you mention a foot rub you've had from a spa day. You've taken your feet just for him.

"It'll be quick. Maybe a facial. You can babysit her for a bit?"

"I can literally give you a facial. If you make me, I can-"

Roman's shift with his hands, his attempt to convince, humor, and humiliate.

"...What did you just...what the fuck?"

His eyes get sorta squinty. He's riled. You like Roman riled - you can always get him small and defenseless when he goes too far in a defense. But here, in how you try not to laugh, you'll have to know when to settle.

Maybe now with the vein popping in his forehead.

"Daddy go swear. No swear, Daddy. Blocks like when ears are clean."

Her block tower is almost as tall as her. But she's come up to Roman, shaking her head at his bent knee. She's making sure her Daddy hears her.

You swallow when Roman's not bending his anger to his humor. He just squeezes your daughter's chubby little hand.

You don't think the word babysit has sat well with him at all.

"Did you just tell me to fu...did you kinda just tell me to babysit her?"

Yes, you do. It was funnier in the video. But the husband in the video wasn't Roman.

You should know better, you love him too much that you should know better.

"Why Daddy look crazy?"

Roman pinches his nose bridge and swallow again.

"You just piled a cock-load. A massive cock-load of hurt on me. Wow. Okay." He stands. He's gotten so seriously so quickly. "You're mean and you've been snorting my dead dad's blood clot medication or maybe you've had a brain aneurysm because is she not my kid?"

Your daughter, her sweet head looking up to her Daddy, looks just as confused as you.

"I have not left this place and I really didn't want to because she's my kid. It's not babysitting - I'm not a nanny. We agreed on no nannies? I'm a nanny?"

"Roman-"

"Is this your way of telling me I've been secretly cucked and she's not my baby?"

"...M' not baby?"

You and Roman both turn at the softest voice. It's sweet and genuine and so toddler-like. She is too cute and she is just a toddler. A perfect child who bites her fingers.

Then Roman looks sick - and even though you're the dumb one here, it serves him right for making your sweet girl ask the question in the first place.

"No. Honey, you're my baby. I'm not a babysitter. Do I look like I crush babies?"

Roman's voice tightens in a whine. Possessive and defensive. All of him in the small of his throat.

"Mommy just doesn't like us." Roman looks down, feigns a moment of thinking with his the line of his mouth pushing to one side. "Well, what are we gonna do? We just have to let her go away and do a spa day without us. It's just us now. Forever. Sucks for Daddy mostly cause I've always planned suicide for this route but-"

"Roman."

"Mommy?"

"Oh, sweetheart-"

Her tiny, perfect voice breaks. She's more confused than ever and your heart twists.

"Mommy. No go, I don't-I don't-" She looks to Roman. "...You go away? Why?"

She's very soft and shy in her voice, like she always is. Still too kind for a toddler as she gets teary-eye.

You look to Roman, it's easy to show disappointment along your face.

He looks like he's about to vomit watching his daughter.

You bend down.

"No, sweetheart. Mommy's not going anywhere. Nowhere, okay? I was just joking. Daddy was just joking."

"I don't- I don't know."

"It's okay. Now you do. Mommy's here forever."

She sniffles and unlike her father, she doesn't feign thinking - she thinks really hard. She nods and rubs her cheek against your chest.

"Sorry for crying. But okay." She wraps her arms around you as much as she can. "Daddy, I don't know why you tell that."

Now your little girl is back to a silly voice in questioning.

"Yeah, Daddy. Why did you say all of that? To a little baby girl?"

"...I didn't - Daddy didn't mean..."

Roman's voice fades and breaks.

Well, you've gotten him small this way. You sigh and stand up, taking your daughter with you. You don't think it'll bode well if you try to leave her by skin.

"Jesu-!"

"You love a good nipple pinch."

Roman rubs his nipple with a scrunched face.

"It's my sorry. I'm sorry, Rome - it was a joke. I don't even have any plans. I just wanted to see how much babysitting would fuck with you. And it fucked with you."

And not pinching the other nipple is his punishment.

You hear a little mm on your shoulder. You kiss your daughter's cheek.

"Sorry, baby."

"She's a smart baby, she understands now. No suicide talk, at least.

"...Sorry." Roman just looks to his shirt. You think it's because he can't look to you. "That was like...mean. She's my baby."

"I know. That's why it's a joke. I'm gonna be in the room. Come with your own sorry."

You're almost asleep with your baby in your arms when Roman comes. You don't know he's been swallowing the sickness down while staring into the threads of the couch. Cause he's just the worst fucking Daddy who can't take a joke. That's him. He's a cute, smart sort of guy that everyone should want with the one person he wants being a super hot Mommy-lady. His best friend. But he's also fucking stupid. He should die, maybe?

Roman scratches a digging sort of scratch at the image of his daughter in her almost tears, confused and reaching for her mommy.

He needs a kiss. He needs a kiss right now or he'll die. It feels like it. He can't breathe, stupidly.

Roman comes into the room and monkey cuddles you from behind. He manages to play with her hair. Her asleep, mouth slightly parted like her father when you watch him sleep.

"We'll go to the Hamptons and we can give facials there. Make them creamy. But it's all of us that are going. And you can't leave me. Like. Actually. Not out of my sight. You won't be able to perceive anything but me and our daughter and that means no stupid ideas.

"Roman."

"She's asleep. Also...sorry for being the worst Daddy. I really did mean for my quip to end up putting our baby in tears."

You sigh.

You know he's suffered enough. He's real in his insecurity.

You kiss his forearm and you hear a sharp breath from behind, it moves against your spine.

"You're the best Daddy. It was nothing. She'll make you play floaties with her forever in the pool."

"...Fuck yeah. She will do that. Hopefully, if, you know, I didn't slap trauma on her face at my attempt at humor against a toddler-"

"Roman."

It's not his name that shuts him up, it's just bite to his forearm. It's all the love in your teeth.

"Yeah?"

"We love you."

"I was hoping on that for my will to not throw myself over the timber Brooklyn bridge..."

You feel his cheek press into your back.

"I love you guys too. Tell her I said that if I fall asleep before she wakes up."

You smile against Roman's bitemark. You'll try your best. It's the least you can do after your mess of a joke. Your love in making more small and needy for you after everything never outranks the need for him to know that he is loved.

Roman nuzzles before there's a lick.

"Can do."

#inbox #hc's #drabble #dog and bone!au #roman roy x reader #succession fanfiction

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rubyreduji · 10 months

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*squints* dilf deekay how dare u I trusted u 😭

dilf seokmin who is the single dad of the cutest little five year old girl in the kindergarten class you teach, she's got the same smile as him and everything

dilf seokmin who tries to help out in the class as much as he can and even though you don't always need the help, you don't dare turn him away, too fond of him to say no

who can blame you? he's funny, kind, helpful, and very handsome, he's the "it" parent that all of the teacher rave about, jealous that you have his daughter in your class and not theirs

being a good dad is just the cherry on top, and a good dad he is, always doting on his daughter and finding any way to support her, like volunteering to help out during field day

and your knees nearly buckle on the spot when you catch sight of him standing out on the field, in his nicely fitted white t-shirt that perfectly displays his arms

and god his arms, his nicely formed biceps and his veiny arms and his long, thick fingers that you desperate want insi- you shake your head, no you cannot be having those thoughts about the father of one of your students, especially while you are working

so you do your best to be on your best behavior, but you're only human and you can't help but glance in his direction every so often, the sight alway making your head spin and your panties grow damper and damper

there's just something primal in you that finds him so sexy as he helps all of the kids out, hi-fiving them when they win and patting them on the back when they lose, you have to keep chugging down water to combat the heat growing up your spin and across your chest

then, his shirt gets wet, his daughter accidently spilling the water while he's carrying her in his arms, and you do your best not to stare at the way the shirt clings to his torso, his defined abs and chest visible under the now translucent fabric

"oh no! here i think i have some spare shirts in my room," you tell him, ushering him back into the school, the halls are empty as you two walk to your classroom, everyone outside participating in the field day

when you get to your classroom you dig through your cupboards, looking for a spare t-shirt, when you find one and turn to hand it to seokmin, you're shocked to see his wet shirt already off his body, his damp chest glistening slightly

you can't stop yourself from gasping a bit, your mouth dropping as your eyes widen, taking in all of his bare skin and all of the muscle under it

seokmin just chuckles as he takes the shirt "thank you so much, especially for all of the work you do, you're an amazing teacher"

"oh uh, thank you" you can feel the heat start to over take your face again

"you know...my ex-wife has never been this good with soomi, but you're a natural," seokmin starts and you can't help but feel flustered at his praise, praise that he obviously is not showering on his ex-wife "not to mention that she absolutely adores you, and she's not the only one"

"h-huh?"

"I adore you too, but i think my feelings go a little deeper than admiration, and i think your feelings for me go a bit deeper than that too"

seokmin has slowly been walking towards you and you're stuck in place, barely able to even breathe, the shirt is still in his hands and you force yourself to look at his eyes rather than his torso

"tell me im not making a fool of myself right now"

"you're not"

that's all seokmin needs to lean in and bring his lips to yours, right off the bat the kiss is fierce as seokmin pulls you into him, desperately licking into your mouth, trying to burn the taste of you intp his mind

seokmin pushes you back until your body hits the wall and you feel his knee slide inbetween your thighs, applying pressure right against your aching core, you moan right into his mouth, your fingers digging into his back

you can feel seokmin's fingers grasp your waist tightly as he helps guide your hips to grind down against him, the fabric of your panties dragging against your senstitive clit

soft moans escape from the back of your throat, into seokmin's mouth and you feel him grin into your kiss "you sound so pretty baby girl"

the pet name makes your pussy clench and your hips speed up, desperate to get off, pleasure coursing through your body as seokmin continues to ravish your lips, his fingers trail up your sides before landing at your chest, his long fingers groping at your tits like a eager teenage boy

your panties are ruined by now, sticking to your needy cunt as you cotninue to work your hips against his leg, growing more and more impatient to reach your high

just as you're about to orgasm, seokmin pulls away and you can't do anything but whine, even more disappointment filling you as seokmin tugs on the borrowed shirt

"they're going to start wondering what's taking so long, better get back out there before they send someone looking, right?" seokmin winks at you and you kind of want to cry from how pent up you now are "but i promise i'll make it back up to you baby, this weekend okay?"

seokmin then turns to leave the classroom and you take a moment to recuperate yourself before following after him, thinking about how friday cannot get here fast enough

[you didn't ask for this but i have delivered anyways, have a great night elv 😇]

#you're welcome hehe #minors dni #lee seokmin #dokyeom #dokyeom smut #dokyeom drabble #dokyeom fanfic #dokyeom scenarios #dokyeom imagines #rru.moots #elv!!#rru.answers #rru.fics #rru.writes #★ mdni

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Armored Core 6 main cast thoughts. spoilers for all endings

btw. categorizing endings by number rather than if they're "good" or bad" because i think thats stupid. if you categorize them like that you're a fool! Coral take you!

Starting off with Handler Walter. Went into the game not trusting him at all. Whenever he said anything I always thought "Yeah, okay, whatever Walter. in that kind of mocking tone but that changed quicker than i thought once i realized there was a genuine care in his voice and started putting the pieces together for his end-goal. The second ending is genuinely heartbreaking. He really meant every word he said to you. And I adore him for it. View him like a father now

Moving on, Ayre. My beautiful coral anomaly wife.. her kinder and more supportive demeanor immediately sold me, of course, but it was her efforts to actually get me to care about Rubicon as a planet and it's people that really hit. It's special. It's tasteful. It feels great. And it hurts all the more in the first ending when I have to discard all of that. It sucked so much. I was on the verge of tears throughout the whole final boss of the first ending. Worst break-up of my life. Girl I love you so much

Up next, speaking of love, is "Cinder" Carla, who I fell in love with like, 2 lines in? Very attractive voice and then an incredible personality to go with it. Probably the most fun character in the game by design and it goes a long way. She's like a role model to me. I want to be her and I want to date her at the same time. She's just like me Fr. I want to kiss her

transitioning from that to V.IV- SIKE IT'S "CHATTY" STICK TIME Phenomenal. Absolutely incredible performance. Absolutely sells the no emotion AI aspect without being too overbearing. Armored core as a series has always had a high standard for AI characters, and chatty is absolutely at the top of the pile for me along with Chief from V... I love him so much... The strongest little soldier...

Up next, for real now, is V.IV Rusty. What a strong first impression. It was always his line that stuck with me from the trailer. Ready to climb over the wall? They nailed the "rival pilot who's just like you but in another faction" to a degree I haven't seen in decades. A genuine brother in arms. My best buddy in the world. Every time he showed up in the game he just did the coolest fucking thing in the world. Slides right under the door as its opening. Crackshot sniper nailing insane headshots. And then he gets the coolest fights in the game against you. BOTH OF THEM!! HE'S SO COOL!!! HE'S HIM!!!!!! I WAS SO HAPPY IN THE SECOND ENDING ROUTE TO FIGHT ALONGSIDE HIM!!!! THATS MY BROTHER!!!!!! THATS MY BUDDY!!!!!!!!!

..Ahem, moving on then. V.II Snail. Yes. Another motherfucker they nailed perfectly. From the first SECOND you hear his voice you hate him. The fact his head's up his own ass. The fact you keep learning over and over throughout the game that he's SUCH a piece of shit. The fact there is nothing he wouldn't do to stay on top. Despicable little man. Absolutely brilliant antagonist.

And now, finally, the last main character to talk about is G5 Iguazu. Where to begin with this guy... Right from the get go you understand the kind of character he is. All bark, no bite. Every now and then you run into him, you kick his ass, he whines and seemingly gets away. It's interesting, then, that in the second playthrough, already, he shows up more. He sends an assassin after you. And that's that. Nothing until route 3, where it all finally comes together. How he keeps coming back. The ringing in his ears. His hatred and envy of you so strong he gives up his entire body just for a chance to beat you. He's fascinating to me. For whatever reason, his final words stick to me like glue. How he sees you, despite everything. A relic, yes, but one who's free. He wanted those wings, too. I've really come to love him, and what an annoying brat he is. That's his entire charm. He is welcome to the pantheon of Real Haters

there. that covers all the main players. that ended up being longer than i expected. thank you if you humored reading through all of that! i dont usually do these kinds of posts cause i go on for too long!

but this shit mean something to me man

#long post #armored core 6 #armored core VI #ac6 spoilers #armored core 6 spoilers #acvi spoilers #armored core vi spoilers

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★ 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 ★ || b.c

★ summary: an accidental confession gone wrong, and fate forcing you to meet the one person you never wanted to see again.

★ characters: bang chan, cannon y/n (he/him pronouns and a masculine frame), holland (the sweetest gay idol in the entire world)

★ warnings: lots of hurt, the reader is an idol, and his stage name is Mars (for the sake of the story, reader also has a last name), so much heartache, grab your tissues bc channie is about to break your heart...this story doesn't follow exactly how chan became an idol, so for the sake of the story, he moves to korea after high school, internal homophobia, mentions of depression, reader has an anxiety attack :(

★ word count: 3.7K

★ requested?: yes, thank you to @cheeseflirty47

★ binnie's thoughts: ohhhh this one is a doozy, yall... i love writing angst so much, and i'm no stranger to rejection and heartbreak, so this is gonna be a little personal for me, so i hope i do it justice...I AM SO SORRY THIS IS SO LATE BUT I STRUGGLED SO BAD

★ disclaimer: this fic in absolutely NO way represents the stray kids members as people. this is just for fun, so don't take it to heart. just enjoy!

Having a dad who grew up with his best friend from diapers all the way into adulthood, meant that you were required to get along with his best friend’s son. It didn’t matter if you and Chan liked different things, you had to get along with him, according to your old man. Lucky for the both of them, you and Chan got along perfectly. You were both born in the same month, just 3 days apart, with Chan being the older one. You two did everything together growing up, mischievous little boys who rolled in dirt and played with bugs. As you got older, you both realized how much music meant to you.

Music was a staple in your home, your mother was in her school’s choir, and she was in theater. Your father was in a band that he formed with Chan’s father and two other friends, and they would perform for the neighborhood whenever there was a cookout or barbeque. So it was no surprise that you picked up on their musical talent, at such a young age on top of that.

You and Chan were going on a fishing trip while your mom was on a three-day trip with her middle school music class. You and Chan are playing with the wrestling figures that you brought along with you in the back seat, the two of you making punching noises with your mouths as your characters duke it out. The radio plays softly in the car, your dads making conversation as the car rolls smoothly on the road. Suddenly, your favorite song in the entire world, The Girl is Mine, by Michael Jackson featuring Paul McCartney comes on the radio and you gasp, immediately kicking the back of your dad’s seat.

“Dad, turn it up!” Your voice calls out, ignoring the super important heavyweight champion match you were previously having with Chan. Chan just pouts, he was so so close to winning. He had your character pinned in a finishing move, and was about to count to three.

Your dad turns up the radio a little with a shake of his head. You wiggle from side to side in your seat, the music taking over you as you begin to sing the lyrics. As your little voice fills the car, Chan’s dad looks at your dad with an incredulous look. Since when did you have such a good singing voice, and why are they just now hearing it?

“What? You didn’t know my boy had the voice of an angel? Believe me, I was surprised too.” Your dad says, a cocky tilt to his voice. Chan’s dad lets out an awed whistle.

“He sounds real good, mate,” Chan’s dad starts, taking a sip of his soda as he looks at you belting your heart out in the back seat, “Do you think he’d be famous one day?”

Your dad has definitely thought about you growing up and becoming famous one day. He would be so proud, but he would never force you into a life of fame if it wasn’t something you wanted. “Yeah, but I feel like it’s too soon to think about that, you know? He may not even want to be a singer when he gets older.” Chan’s dad hums, and then he hears another voice joining in on your singing, although it’s much quieter. He breaks out into a smile, knowing that the voice belongs to his very own son. He knows Chan is shy about singing in front of people, so he’s glad to know that you bring out that side of him. He's really happy that you and Chan are close.

Things remain the same as you and Chan get older. You both have ventured into high school. You still hang out with Chan every single day, you study together after school, and then you ride your bikes to the park and you play a little bit of soccer (or football, whatever you want it to be) until it’s time for you to part ways for dinner.

Things do change when Chan gets a girlfriend. Vanessa Clovers. A pretty girl with wavy black hair that stops at her shoulder. She has tan skin, probably from playing softball for the school. She had soft blue eyes hidden behind a pair of thick glasses, her teeth covered in silver braces. She was known as one of the prettier girls in your grade, everyone wanted to get with her. Well, everyone but you.

Chan had expressed interest in her to you before, and you felt this weird rumble in your stomach. You just dismissed it as you being hungry, and you clapped Chan on the back, encouraging him to go talk to his crush. As you watched him approach the girl, you turned back to your open locker, your eyebrows furrowed. You couldn’t understand why you were feeling so… angry. You turned your attention back to Chan, who is deep in conversation with the girl. She’s laughing at something, her arm coming up and playfully slapping Chan’s arm. You close your locker quietly and rush off to class without Chan, something you’ve never done in your life.

You were guilty. You were guilty because you hated Vanessa. You hated her because she had something you so desperately wanted, she had Chan. She got him before you did, and she makes him happy. You want to be the one to make Chan happy in that way. You want to be the one to kiss his cheek and hold his hand. You hated her for no good reason, she never did anything wrong to you. She was actually nice to you, and oftentimes tried to have a decent conversation with you. All you could really do was muster a fake smile as the ugly green head of envy consumed your being.

Considering that your birthdays were only three days apart, it only made sense to combine your birthdays together. This year was really no different. You shouldn’t be surprised when Vanessa shows up to the party, a black gift bag in her hand. She makes a beeline to Chan, who’s standing at the grill talking to his dad. She wraps her arms around Chan, giving him a kiss on the cheek, and you can hear a soft happy birthday, baby, fall from her glossy lips. You roll your eyes before you could stop yourself, looking down at the table you’re sitting at. You all of a sudden don’t want to be here, not when you can see Chan and Vanessa sucking faces just a few short feet away from you. Your younger sister must know that something is bothering you, because she walks over with a slice of cake.

“Stop moping around like an idiot, it's your birthday party too, remember?” She says, plopping down in the seat next to you, setting down her own slice of cake. You’re so glad she’s here, she always knows when something is bothering you. She always gives you something you like, rolling her eyes while telling you to, “get over it, loser.” All you can do is chuckle at her bluntness, your arms tugging her close as you hug her. She may hate when you hug her or pretend to give her a kiss, but you know she’s glad to have you as her older brother.

“I’m not moping around. I just don’t feel like celebrating, that's all.” You say, stabbing the red velvet cake with your fork, placing the small bite in your mouth as your sister lets out a scoff mixed with a laugh. You roll your eyes at her dramatics, watching as she points her plastic fork at you.

“You’re just upset that your only friend is busy with his girlfriend. You feel like this birthday isn’t for the both of you, you feel like it’s only for him.” She says, hitting the nail on the head. It makes you cringe internally.

You’ve never been good with change, whether it be drastic change or something as small as dinner plans being switched to something else. It always throws you off, making you groan dramatically (dramatics run in your family unfortunately) and complain about the sudden changes.

“I hate how well you know me, Liz.” You mutter, tugging at your hair as you indulge in the delicious cake in front of you.

“I would consider it a blessing, big bro.”

You should consider today to be a good one. Vanessa is out of town for some family trip, meaning you have Chan all to yourself. Which is why you should be happy, but you aren’t. You and Chan are chilling out in his room, the only sound in the room being Chan strumming on his guitar. You can faintly hear the hums coming from his mouth, his body swaying side to side as he plays. The two of you haven’t said much to each other, just a short greeting and a side hug. You can’t help but feel like a stranger in the room you’ve been in dozens of times growing up.

You look around the room, noticing the changes Chan has made to his space. Something pink catches the corner of your eye and you turn your head to look at it. A shirt, a tank top to be more specific. You already know whose it is, and it makes your stomach turn knowing that she’s been here.

Did she sleep in your spot on the bed?

You shake your head to get rid of the idea of her sleeping in your spot on Chan’s bed, the churning feeling becoming stronger, making you want to spill your lunch. You decide to just focus on your phone, scrolling through social media. This goes on for hours, until Chan’s phone rings loudly in the once quiet room, scaring the both of you.

“Fucking hell,” Chan mutters, grabbing his phone. He lights up when he sees who's calling, his cute dimple appearing on his face. You watch him with a soft smile, wishing that it were you making him smile like that.

“Hey, gorgeous! How’s your trip?” Chan says, holding his phone up to his ear. You try not to listen to their conversation, knowing it isn’t your place to be nosy. But, you are your mother’s son, you can’t help it. You listen as they talk, your heart breaking as Chan talks to Vanessa with such intimacy.

As their conversation comes to an end, you’re stuck with your thoughts. Thoughts of wanting someone so desperately that you would do anything to be with them. You would change every single thing about yourself if it meant Chan loved you the same way you love him. You don’t stand a chance against someone like Vanessa. She’s everything you aren’t. Maybe things would be different if you had been born a girl. If only you weren’t attracted to the same gender, maybe you wouldn’t be in this predicament. You wouldn’t be hanging on to something that will never be, a small fire of hope so close to being blown out by the harsh wind of reality.

“Man, I miss her so much.” Chan says, placing his phone down as he looks at you with this lovesick puppy look on his face. It makes your head hurt knowing it’s not directed at you.

The words spill from your lips before your brain has time to stop it.

“I love you, Chan.”

No. This isn’t supposed to happen. Not like this. Your body burns with anxiety, your eyes feeling wet as tears gather. Your mouth is dry, your jaw slack. You start to sweat as you look at Chan’s face.

You can’t deny the look in his eyes. Humiliation, disgust. Oh, no. You start to sweat, your hands shaking slightly. You can’t seem to bring yourself to do anything.You’re frozen, eyes locked on Chan as his own eyes dart around the room.

“You know I’m in a relationship, and I’m not into guys.” He says, not looking at you. What he says next makes you want to crawl into yourself and rot away into nothing. His voice is harsh, his tone like a rock. He’s never spoken to anyone like that, much less you.

“Even if I were into guys, I wouldn’t date you. You’re my best friend and you’re like a brother to me, that’s just weird.”

You can literally taste the disgust in his voice. So potent and loud, it makes you dizzy. You bite back a sob, tucking your bottom lip in between your teeth. You feel like if you attempt to even say anything, you will throw up.

“Besides, Vanessa was telling me about how you don’t like her. She said she heard you talking bad about her to your sister at our party. What the hell, Y/N?” Chan says, his expression quickly switching to angry.

You can’t believe what you’re hearing. You know she’s lying, you have never said anything bad about her. Well, not out loud. You want to defend yourself, but your mouth won’t move. Your brain is screaming at you to say something, anything. All you can do is look down at your shaking hands as Chan scoffs at you.

“You aren’t even going to deny it? So what she said must be true. I can’t believe you, Y/N! She’s never done anything wrong to you!”

You can’t even defend yourself. You sit there as Chan expresses his frustrations to you, his words hitting you hard. He hates you now. All because of some girl that entered his life two years ago, when you’ve been there the whole time.

“Get out, Y/N. I can’t even look at you right now.” Chan says, opening his door and motioning for you to get out. You hesitate, your legs feeling like the stiffest bowl of jello as you stand.

The tears don’t stop as you make your way out of the Bahng household, ignoring Chan’s mom as she greets you from the living room. She hears Chan’s door slam and she frowns. Something must have happened, the two of you have never argued. Of course the two of you had little disagreements as kids, but it was easily solved with talking and hugging. She knows this is not a talking and hugging situation.

You rush home, your vision blurry with salty tears that sting. You enter your home, making a beeline to your room. You close the door softly, not wanting to alert anyone of your arrival. You don’t want to see or speak to anyone. You try to catch your breath, choking on the sobs that come out of your mouth. You grip your chest, feeling your heart racing under your hand. Your heartbeat reverberates in your ears, your body shaking as you drop to your knees. You hear voices in your head, berating you for confessing to Chan. They call you names, they point out your flaws, your weaknesses.

You wish it would stop.

You honestly didn’t expect to meet Chan again. Especially not after your debut as a solo artist in South Korea. You recently made your debut and everyone loves you. You go by Mars, one of your nicknames growing up. You’re known for singing soft songs, the words relatable and full of emotion. Your debut album was a hit, causing you to gain fame fairly fast. Your fans liked that you were authentic, not some tasteless blob molded by an entertainment company for money. You were also one of the first openly-gay idols.

That day you left Chan’s house was the last time you ever saw him and his family. Just a few short months later, they packed up and moved to South Korea. When you found out, it broke your heart, knowing that the last interaction you had with your best friend was a negative one.

Your sister had found you in your room, you were struggling to breathe as your entire body shook. She immediately called for your mom frantically, not used to seeing you in such a panicked state. Your mother managed to get you to calm down, helping you breathe properly before you passed out. After that, she took you to see a doctor, and you were diagnosed with anxiety disorder and a mild case of depression. Your mother was supportive, she got you into therapy and you slowly got better, but there’s still times where you don’t feel 100%.

Which brings us to now. An award show. Everyone is there, all of the people you idolized were right in front of you, and a few of them actually expressed excitement about your debut album. You thanked them, telling them that their music inspired you to start making music yourself.

As you’re sitting in your seat talking to Holland, another idol under your label, and a fellow openly-gay idol, you hear some commotion coming from behind you. You turn your head and see a group approaching you. Normally, that wouldn’t bother you, but when your ex-best friend and previous (he still is) crush is in the front, you tend to freak out a bit. Your eyes go wide and you whip your head to face forward, causing a laugh from Holland.

“What’s got you so freaked out? You didn’t see a ghost, did you?” He asks, turning back to see what you were freaking out about. All he sees is the group Stray Kids, taking their seats behind you. He turns back around to you, taking in your wide eyes and the way you bite your bottom lip. The pieces start to come together.

“Oh,” he starts, “You are totally crushing on one of them.”

“What, no way! That’s ridiculous!” You sputter, your face heating up.

Holland just laughs, his hand clapping you on the shoulder.

You sit on a stool in the middle of the stage, a large piano in front of you. You are belting the words so passionately, the lights shining down on you, heating your body up, making you sweat a little. Everyone in the crowd is moved by your performance, but every time you open your eyes, you keep looking at Chan.

His face is unreadable, almost as if he knows the song is about him and not some old flame like you claimed in every interview. The lyrics just feel too familiar to him, his mind going back to his teenage years with you. He misses those times with you, laughing and messing with your little sisters. He feels bad for how things ended between you, and he wishes he could apologize. He’s heard your entire album, he’s had it on repeat for weeks. He’s not an idiot, your debut album is about him. He has to find a way to talk to you and apologize.

Finding you was easy. He catches you backstage after your performance, watching as you talk to a pretty blonde guy. You’re smiling, toothy and bright, and he feels his heart skip in his chest. Where did that come from? He walks towards you, catching your attention.

He watches your eyes go wide, your entire body freezing as you stare at him as if he grew two heads. He thinks you look silly like that, and he can’t fight the smile on his face.

“Y/N, it’s been a while, hasn’t it?” He says, mentally kicking himself for being so damn awkward.

You hesitate, your eyes looking everywhere but at him. You noticed that Holland isn’t at your side, and you remind yourself to flick his forehead when you see him. “It has.”

“Do you have a moment to talk? Maybe we can get some dinner and catch up?” He asks, his voice hopeful as he tilts his head at you. Your heart flips at the way he looks, his brown hair flopping to the side.

You wonder if this is a good idea. You could easily get hurt again, but you would also like some closure. There’s so many questions running through your head, it makes you dizzy.

“Uh, yeah, sure. Dinner sounds nice.”

You and Chan leave after the awards show, and you go to a secluded sushi restaurant. The air is awkward, but it passes quickly when Chan brings up the time you both filled his parents bathtub with frogs you captured in the mud. You can’t help but laugh, reminiscing about your wild child days.

“Y/N, I missed you. So much.” Chan says, his eyes on you, not once looking away. You feel your face get warm, and you try to fight the smile creeping onto your face.��

“Chan, I missed you too. But I can’t forget how you spoke to me that day. It really hurt that you believed Vanessa over me.” You say, ignoring the aggressive bounce of your leg as you tell him how you felt that day.

Chan cringes when he hears that name. “Right, Vanessa. We actually broke up not long after I…kicked you out.” Chan says, and you gape at him.

“If you don’t mind, why did you break up?” You ask, picking at the loose strings of your sweater; a nervous habit you picked up from your anxiety.

“It turns out she lied about you being rude to her because she was jealous of how close we…were.” Chan sighs, taking a sip of his drink as he rolls his eyes. You were right all along. She wasn’t to be trusted.

“I always knew she was the jealous type. She thought I couldn’t see when she would glare at me whenever you and I would talk,” You say, pointing your chopsticks at him. “I never said anything bad about her, that was Liz.”

Chan laughs at that, knowing that your little sister had quite the attitude. It makes him miss Hannah and the rest of his family.

“You aren’t still mad at me, are you? Because according to your album, you sound like you hate me.” Chan asks. “If you aren’t mad, then I’d like us to pick up where we left off as friends.”

You thought about it for a second. You would finally have your best friend back in your life, but not in the way you truly desired. Could you live with that? Sure, it can’t be too hard. You’ll always have other people in your life.

“Yeah, we can go back to where we left off. We’re brothers for life, right?” You ask, a gentle smile on your face as you look at Chan. He smiles back and you both make a toast to rekindling a once broken friendship between brothers.

#binnies req #kpop x male reader #stray kids x male reader #kpop x reader #stray kids x reader #bang chan x reader #bang chan x you

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alrighty full series finished bullet point thoughts. Spoilers ahead for the empty grave. Duh

-slowburn of the century. Somehow him giving her the necklace that’s symbolic of his fathers undying devotion for his mother is more peak romance than the two of them actually kissing.

-Kipps isn’t dead! I jumped to conclusions too quickly! Thank you reassuring people in my asks!

-ALSO is Holly queer!! Im just saying the hints are there with her female “roommate” and Lockwood not being her type and all that? Im a lesbian Holly truther

-George and Flo also really grew on me like yes so true

-the narrative progression of the series is great the way that every book builds on itself in pieces? Like it feels like a series that you know the author knew what the plan was when they started it and I appreciate that.

-LOVED the double emphasis of this title with Marissa’s grave being empty (of her bones at least) and Lockwoods waiting grave at his family plot. Terrific way of doing it

-The skull grew on me so much dude I’m glad it got let out and has the freedom to do whatever it wants now. Loving those implications

-great way to wrap up a series? Felt very real. The problem is not magically fixed, but there’s hope as they move forward to something better. Like it’s not a nice neat little bow that ties everything perfectly together but it gives you enough information to be satisfied with the outcome

-so endearing. They’re all so endearing. I said it once and I’ll say it again the found family vibes are truly impeccable.

-also Lucy literally swinging on a trapeze across the entire theatre to save Lockwood

-on top of that the parallels between Lucy and Lockwood and their recklessness and suicidal tendencies. Like Lucy going to face Marissa alone is such a thing she would be mad at Lockwood for doing

-I liked that stakes and a sense of danger were easily created without having to kill off any of the main characters. Like I’m glad they all get to be alive and happy

-very good series, terrific writing, funny, and yet so real.

Ok that’s my main summary of thoughts I’m sure that I’ll have more later <3

#Lockwood and co #lockwood and co books #anthony lockwood #lucy carlyle #george cubbins #holly munro #quill kipps #flo bones #its just so good #truly a tragedy we won’t get to see the rest of it adapted #the empty grave spoilers #the empty grave

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Happy Black History Month!

This Black History Month I'd like to celebrate the genre that makes us jump at every unknown noise, brings us nightmares, and has us up late turning the page in anticipation of what will happen next - Black Thriller & Horror! There has been a lovely uptick in the publishing of Black Thrillers and Horror in the past few years where Black protagonists are solving complex mysteries, fighting against all forms of supernatural beings, and sometimes a combination of both. I've had so much fun reading all of these novels and am greatly looking forward to what 2024 has to bring.

When creating a list of Black Thriller/Horror writers I must begin with the queen, Tiffany D. Jackson. Her first book "Monday's Not Coming" was a perfectly written thriller with a plot twist that hit with a gut punch that I'm still recovering from. Since then she's been on a streak with hit after hit after hit. Her latest, The Weight of Blood, is a book you cannot miss.

The Weight of Blood by Tiffany D. Jackson

When Springville residents—at least the ones still alive—are questioned about what happened on prom night, they all have the same explanation … Maddy did it. An outcast at her small-town Georgia high school, Madison Washington has always been a teasing target for bullies. And she's dealt with it because she has more pressing problems to manage. Until the morning a surprise rainstorm reveals her most closely kept Maddy is biracial. She has been passing for white her entire life at the behest of her fanatical white father, Thomas Washington. After a viral bullying video pulls back the curtain on Springville High's racist roots, student leaders come up with a plan to change their host the school's first integrated prom as a show of unity. The popular white class president convinces her Black superstar quarterback boyfriend to ask Maddy to be his date, leaving Maddy wondering if it's possible to have a normal life. But some of her classmates aren't done with her just yet. And what they don't know is that Maddy still has another secret … one that will cost them all their lives.

2023 also gave us two amazing debut thrillers and I, for one, cannot wait to see what these two authors cook up next.

Their Vicious Games by Joelle Wellington

You must work twice as hard to get half as much. Adina Walker has known this the entire time she’s been on scholarship at the prestigious Edgewater Academy—a school for the rich (and mostly white) upper class of New England. It’s why she works so hard to be perfect and above reproach, no matter what she must force beneath the surface. Even one slip can cost you everything. And it does. One fight, one moment of lost control, leaves Adina blacklisted from her top choice Ivy League college and any other. Her only chance to regain the future she’s sacrificed everything for is the Finish, a high-stakes contest sponsored by Edgewater’s founding family in which twelve young, ambitious women with exceptional promise are selected to compete in three mysterious events: the Ride, the Raid, and the Royale. The winner will be granted entry into the fold of the Remington family, whose wealth and power can open any door. But when she arrives at the Finish, Adina quickly gets the feeling that something isn’t quite right with both the Remingtons and her competition, and soon it becomes clear that this larger-than-life prize can only come at an even greater cost. Because the Finish’s stakes aren’t just make or break… they’re life and death. Adina knows the deck is stacked against her—it always has been—so maybe the only way to survive their vicious games is for her to change the rules.

I Feed Her to the Beast and the Beast Is Me by Jamison Shea

Laure Mesny is a perfectionist with an axe to grind. Despite being constantly overlooked in the elite and cutthroat world of the Parisian ballet, she will do anything to prove that a Black girl can take center stage. To level the playing field, Laure ventures deep into the depths of the Catacombs and strikes a deal with a pulsating river of blood. The primordial power Laure gains promises influence and adoration, everything she’s dreamed of and worked toward. With retribution on her mind, she surpasses her bitter and privileged peers, leaving broken bodies behind her on her climb to stardom. But even as undeniable as she is, Laure is not the only monster around. And her vicious desires make her a perfect target for slaughter. As she descends into madness and the mystifying underworld beneath her, she is faced with the ultimate choice: continue to break herself for scraps of validation or succumb to the darkness that wants her exactly as she is—monstrous heart and all. That is, if the god-killer doesn’t catch her first. From debut author Jamison Shea comes I Feed Her to the Beast and the Beast Is Me, a slow-burn horror that lifts a veil on the institutions that profit on exclusion and the toll of giving everything to a world that will never love you back.

And to round out this list, we also gotta point out the fellas who are also killing it with the Thriller/Horror genre.

Promise Boys by Nick Brooks

The prestigious Urban Promise Prep school might look pristine on the outside, but deadly secrets lurk within. When the principal ends up murdered on school premises and the cops come sniffing around, a trio of students―J.B., Ramón, and Trey―emerge as the prime suspects. They had the means, they had the motive . . . and they may have had the murder weapon. But with all three maintaining their innocence, they must band together to track down the real killer before they are arrested. Or is the true culprit hiding among them?

The Getaway by Lamar Giles

Welcome to the funnest spot around . . . Jay is living his best life at Karloff Country, one of the world’s most famous resorts. He’s got his family, his crew, and an incredible after-school job at the property’s main theme park. Life isn’t so great for the rest of the world, but when people come here to vacation, it’s to get away from all that. As things outside get worse, trouble starts seeping into Karloff. First, Jay’s friend Connie and her family disappear in the middle of the night and no one will talk about it. Then the richest and most powerful families start arriving, only... they aren’t leaving. Unknown to the employees, the resort has been selling shares in an end-of-the-world oasis. The best of the best at the end of days. And in order to deliver the top-notch customer service the wealthy clientele paid for, the employees will be at their total beck and call. Whether they like it or not. Yet Karloff Country didn’t count on Jay and his crew--and just how far they’ll go to find out the truth and save themselves. But what’s more dangerous: the monster you know in your home or the unknown nightmare outside the walls?

The Forest Demands Its Due by Kosoko Jackson

Regent Academy has a long and storied history in Winslow, Vermont, as does the forest that surrounds it. The school is known for molding teens into leaders, but its history is far more nefarious. Seventeen-year-old Douglas Jones wants nothing to do with Regent's king-making; he’s just trying to survive. But then a student is murdered and, for some reason, by the next day no one remembers him having ever existed, except for Douglas and the groundskeeper's son, Everett Everley. In his determination to uncover the truth, Douglas awakens a horror hidden within the forest, unearthing secrets that have been buried for centuries. A vengeful creature wants blood as payment for a debt more than 300 years in the making—or it will swallow all of Winslow in darkness. And for the first time in his life, Douglas might have a chance to grasp the one thing he’s always felt was power. But if he’s not careful, he will find out that power has a tendency to corrupt absolutely everything.

If you are a fan of murder mysteries, supernatural thrillers, or just like to get scared, get thee to a bookstore (or library) and support your Black Thriller/Horror writer.

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Ranking Cosmere Characters by How Good They’d Be at Housesitting

[Previous in this series: Ranking Cosmere Dads for Father’s Day]

Let’s say you’re going away for a long vacation, and you need somebody to watch your house. For some reason, you’ve decided to hire a Cosmere character for this job. Well, don’t stress--I’ve created a very accurate tier list to help you choose the best person for the job!

S-Tier: The Stand-Out Choice

Taln

I mean, I don’t know how Taln is at watering plants and remembering to pick up your mail, but I do know that when faced with a promise, he kept that promise so hard that he put up with torture for thousands of years. And while your house is hopefully not torturous to watch, you can rest assured that Taln WILL pick up your package even if doing so kills him. Like, literally.

A-Tier: Will Do A Great Job

Marasi, Adolin, Renarin, Jasnah, Navani

Any of these fine folks would do a great job watching your house. Marasi is a reasonable person and very good at her job. Adolin kept to the Codes even when he didn’t really agree with them just because it was his job, so he will definitely be able willing to, like, sing to your plants or whatever quirky thing you request. Renarin threw himself off the top of a wall, repeatedly, because his teacher told him to, so he too is able to commit to something once he’s agreed to it. And while I’m not sure Jasnah or Navani would have the time or patience to housesit for you, they’d both do an immaculate job if they did agree, because that’s the type of person they are.

B-Tier Will Do a Good Job But At What Cost

Steris, Kaladin, Szeth

Your house will be immaculate with Steris watching it--perhaps even better than how you left it. On the other hand, the 40-page document you have to read and sign is a bit much, given that you only have like three houseplants. Kaladin seems to have interpreted “housesit” as “guard your house from incursions” so on the plus side, there is somebody there 24 hours a day, but on the downside, he got his entire squad involved and your neighbors are asking about the armed men sitting on your roof. Szeth also incorporates sitting on the roof--24/7, unblinking, staring into the night. He does water your plants, at least. Since you asked him to and Szeth is good at instructions.

So with any of these folks, your house will be in great shape, but you may not like everything that comes along with it.

C-Tier: Your House Will Be Fine, Probably

Shallan, MeLaan, Elend

On the one hand, Shallan is perfectly capable of watching your house for you. But on the other hand, Shallan always has 1 million things going on--she probably agreed to watch like three other houses at the same time and is planning a heist and trying to infiltrate a gang of international art thieves, etc. Your house will probably be fine, but she may not respond to your texts for three days.

Similarly, MeLaan would probably agree and do her sort of best, but she’s also a kandra and she might not 100% understand Human Things. She left that rotting meat on the counter as a friendly welcome back gift, you know?

And Elend will definitely research all of the best housesitting practices, all of that housesitting philosophy that definitely exists...and then it will inevitably go wrong. Like, he’ll put your lights on a timer and accidentally short out your fuses, that sort of thing. But he won’t, like, destroy your house or anything.

D-Tier: Definitely Not an Advisable Choice

Hoid, Moash, Ranette

Hoid definitely only agreed to watch your house as part of some bigger scheme. And if that scheme requires your house to be sacrificed, he will do it. I just couldn’t relax in that scenario, even if might be okay. Similarly, Moash is passionate and great at what he does...unless he’s feeling particularly unchained or needs to go kill a god or something. He’s definitely not invested in your house being okay, you know? And Ranette will not stop testing her guns, so you’re going to maybe have a few new holes around.

F-Tier: Didn’t You Used To Have a House?

Wax, Wayne, the Stormfather

If you ask Wax or Wayne--or, heaven forbid, both of them--to watch your house, you will not have a house upon your return. Oh, maybe they’ll try, but there will inevitably be an explosion or a gunfight or a water tower breach and your house will be no more. Plus, Wayne will “trade” for a bunch of your possessions. So as you sort through the sopping and/or burned remains of your home, you will wonder why you keep finding strange shoes and perhaps a carrot, but your beer is missing.

And if you ask a sentient storm to watch your house, then I don’t know what you’re expecting. I’m not sure the Stormfather even can water plants that are inside, and your mail is gonna be a thousand miles away.

Maybe it’s better to just stay home.

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The King

Chapter 3

Violet is a bad girl at school, not giving a care about her grades that are falling and getting in trouble every week. She smokes, drinks and she's only sixteen. Her mother has had enough of her and doesn't know what to do with her. But when she's forced to go to her mother's employee dinner for the United States Army, she meets the mysterious and handsome General James Barnes.

She is infatuated with him and can't seem to stay away. The closer she gets to him, the more she craves him and soon she finds herself entering a world of darkness, pain and pleasure.

The fucking general of the fucking US fucking army. James Barnes. That was her mysterious man. The man who had taken her sin stick from her slipped it into his jacket pocket as if he were her father. And there he was, standing at the podium, the light glowing on top of him as if he were a god, his disciples basking in his glory. He was intoxicating, as if he had planted a spell on the entire crowd for them to gawk at and stare at.

Violet didn’t even listen to the words flowing out of his mouth, as she was too star struck to even be able to listen. It was as if she had turned deaf and could only focus on looking at him. The sublet movements of his hands, his long fingers with perfectly manicured nails, and the peak of his wrist from his shirt. The glint in his teeth as he smiled earned a hushed laugh across the floor from the small joke he made and the movements of his lips. Everything about him was intriguing, and Violet wanted more. The crowd applauded his speech, and as he stepped off the poduim to return to his seat near the front, Violet whimpered. It was like being left on a cliffhanger at the end of a movie or a series and having to wait for the next one. But could she?

The evening finished, and at the beginning of the dinner, Violet couldn’t wait for this moment, but now she didn’t want it to end. She didn’t want to leave without another interaction with James. She was eager to see him, and as the crowd moved towards the exit, she searched for him as if she were searching for her own child, ducking between people, but he was nowhere in sight. Perhaps she’d never see him again. He is the US Army general, probably one of the most important people in this country. He’s got better things to do than hang around for a sixteen-year-old girl.

Violet reluctantly followed her mother to the exit door, keeping a couple steps back to get a few seconds more of searching in before she stepped into the dark, cold night. Just as she turned into the hallway to the front door, she looked to the side and stopped midway in the moving crowd, her eyes focused on the beautiful man standing a couple feet away. She wanted to push her way through to him, shove everyone else out of the way to get to him, and bask in his glory. But he wasn’t alone. A couple of other highly ranked males stood next to him, chatting lowly, and she sighed, knowing she didn’t have a choice but to leave. But as she turned to make her way out, James turned his head, and his azure eyes met her emerald ones, and she gasped with excitement. A curl of his lips indicated he saw her and acknowledged her; the way his eye slightly creased as if he were winking at her, and Violet felt a tingle shot through her body. She hummed at the feeling, having never felt it before.

It was like a firework had been set on inside her; a bomb detonated as a result of his smile, and she looked up at him with wider eyes this time, an almost confused look on her face. James slightly smirked at her but turned back to his colleagues after a few seconds. He didn’t have long, and that subtle gesture would last for hours in Violet. In the distance, her mother called her name, and she had to drag herself away into the sea of people, away from James. She grinned to herself and held a hand to her stomach to calm herself down. What was this feeling? She had never felt anything like this before.

In the car on the way home, Violet stared out the window, watching the city go by. Not a single thing, but James was on her mind. His smile, his eyes, his voice, and that tingle—a delicioso mix inside her that she didn’t want to forget.

“See, wasn’t it a nice night?” Her mother said, trying to make conversation, but Violet was stuck in her vision of James.

“Violet!” Her mother scolded her, and she jumped back to reality, glaring at her mother for taking her mind off of James.

“What?” She asked in a more questionable manner than annoyed.

“I said, wasn’t it a nice night?” Her mother repeated, and she blew her lips.

"Yeah, it was okay, although Debra was getting on my nerves. Mom, I don’t know how you can stand her; she is so annoying, and why are you telling everyone my grades are down?” She huffed, throwing her arms in a tight fold against her chest.

“Because you’re not taking your schoolwork seriously, Violet. I might take Debra up on that idea of a tutor; your exams are coming up, and I’m worried you won’t be able to get a job if you don’t do well enough,” her mother said with worry in her voice, and Violet groaned.

“Who cares, mom? I swear places don’t even look at your grades, and anyway, we can’t afford it. Just because their prescious Sally Has A’s all around doesn’t mean I will,” she resorted to looking out the window, and the car ride was silent the rest of the way home. Now she really needed a cigarette.

In her room, the black dress and hair band lay in the middle of the room, discarded with no respect as Violet sat at her window, dressed in a skimpy t-shirt and PJ shorts and her cigarette in hand, blowing out the window so her room wouldn’t stink of smoke. She stared off into the dark night, her memories of James replying over and over in her head. Some might call it obsessive; some might call it psychotic or sociopathic, but not Violet. She didn’t know what to call it. It was so new and exciting. She grinned at the burning stick in her fingers, remembering how he took it from her so easily and slipped it into his pocket. At first, she demanded it back, but looking back on it now, she enjoyed it for some reason. A man she didn’t know had authority over her within a couple minutes of meeting her.

She had to see him again. She wouldn’t be able to think unless she did. To get a taste of his voice again, his assertiveness, and his authority over her. She was craving him more than she craved a cigarette. But why did she want to see him again? Was it to rub in his face that she had been smoking despite him telling her she shouldn’t? To beat him and come out on top. She wouldn’t know until she saw him again. Taking the last few drags, she blew the long line of smoke back into the cold air and slammed the window shut before it could make its way into her room. She sprayed the room with a cheap Walmart spray to cover the evidence and brushed her teeth before climbing in bed. School was back on Monday, which meant she had a whole day to think about James.

Violet didn’t get out of bed until eleven o'clock. She was a late sleeper and certainly not an early bird. Anyone who wakes her up early will receive hell from her. She liked her beauty sleep, certainly on the weekends. She woke with a groan and a craving for a cigarette. It was a normal craving, and she dragged herself out of bed. Her hair was a mess, her eyes tired, and she groaned at the look of herself in the mirror. Her feet slapped against the floor as she entered the small bathroom connected to her room. There was no way she would be awake until she had a cigarette and a cup of coffee, something a grownup would do to get themselves working for the day.

After brushing her teeth and taming whatever hair she could, she sat at her window and lit up the stick in her lips. As the flame touched the end, she couldn’t help but think of James. Was this going to be a thing from now on? Every time she smoked, she’d think of him. Instead of smoking it, she held it firmly between her thumb and finger, staring as smoke drifted off into the sunny morning, slowly getting shorter. Her chance for a nicotine rush was fading in front of her, but for some reason she didn’t want to smoke it. Just look at it.

James. He was so mysterious and exhilarating that Violet had to come up with a way to see him again. Her mother was the closest thing to him; perhaps she’d find a way into his company. With all this talk about grades and jobs, Violet thought of the perfect solution. She grinned in delight and quickly stubbed out the stick, soaking herself in perfume before running downstairs. Her mother was in the kitchen tidying away the breakfast she had made when Violet ran in.

“There you are; I was calling you down for breakfast,” she huffed.

"Sorry, mom, I was in a deep sleep,” which wasn’t a complete lie.

"Do you want some breakfast?” She asked, and Violet nodded, grabbing a glass of orange juice to gulp down. The nicotine urge was still deep inside her, so she needed something to help it go away. As her mother fried up some eggs, bacon, toast, and baked beans, Violet ran over in her head what she was going to ask. It was a risky move, but she hoped that her smile and pleading would win her mother over.

“So mom, I’ve been thinking, and you’re right, I do need to work on my grades a little bit,” she started as her mother brought over the breakfast plate. The bacon smelled delicious, and the eggs were just how she liked them. sunny side up. Her mother raised a brow at her and stood firmly with her hands on her hips.

"Okay, what do you want?” She glared down.

“What, nothing!” Violet exlaimed.

"Oh, come on, you said yesterday you didn’t care about your grades, and now all of a sudden you do; you obviously want something." Her mother was smart, and Violet scoffed, trying to act innocent. But she did want something. She wanted James.

“Just listen to me. I was thinking about what you said last night and what Debra was saying, and you’re right: if I don’t get good grades, then I won’t be able to find a decent job. I was thinking maybe I could do some work experience with you, see what you do, and that way, if I get good grades, I could go into the army. I promise, I’m not trying to get anything out of you. I’ve only got two years left of school before I might have to go to college, or I don’t even know what I want to do,” she explained, and her mother stared down at her.

“Are you saying that truthfully, or are you just trying to get me on your good side so you can ask for something later?” She said it hesitantly.

“I promise, mom, I want to do better, and face it, we can’t afford a tutor; you work hard enough as it is. Would you be able to ask if I can do some work experience with you?” She pleaded, giving her puppy dog eyes, and her mother hummed, softening her stance. Her mother didn’t want to look like a fool, falling into her daughter's tactics of tricking her, but she seemed genuine, and secretly, she had hoped that one day her daughter would turn around and give up with the bad girl rebel stage of her life.

"Well, I'll have to ask my boss, but I don’t see a problem with it. I can pick you up after school, and on weekends we can go together,” she said in a happier tone, as if she were excited for her daughter to be working with her. It wasn’t exactly the mother-daughter time she had hoped for, but it was better than nothing and better than her worrying about what her teenage daughter was doing on the dangerous streets of New York.

"Thanks, Mom; I really appreciate this.” Violet grinned up at her and dug into her breakfast, grinning on both the inside and outside. Soon, she was going to see James again. To Violet’s delight, her mother's boss approved of the work experience. She said they were always keen to have young people come and see what working for the army was like, to bring in new young recruits to help their country. They were always looking for new soldiers. It was deceiving of her to make her mother think she was really interested in what she does for a living—to pay the bills and keep them from living off the streets—when in fact all she wanted was a sneak peek at the general of the US army. Violet had clarified that his office was in her mother's building, which it was. They worked in the main building of the army complex, with his office on the top floor and the administrators at the bottom. It was a strange complex, but Violet was not complaining. Her only way in was through her mother, as she had an ID card. Only members with ID could enter the facility through guarded gates, so there was no option of Violet sneaking in to get a look at her handsome general.

Monday came quickly, and Violet was glad. After school, her mother was going to pick her up and take her to her office, where she would see James for the second time. She had especially dolled herself up today, her hair brushed to straight perfection, her eyes lined with black kohl liner, and a sparkly lip gloss she found deep in her draws with her best perfume on. She matched her face with a pair of skinny leather jeans and a cropped white t-shirt, hoping the slit across her belly would catch his attention.

At the lockers, she and her best friend Lexi stood there, with Lexi chewing loudly on some gum while Violet shoved her books in her locker. "Hey, do you want to come to mine after school? My parents are out, so I got a free house,” she grinned, and Violet slammed her locker and smirked, shoving her bag on her shoulder. “I can't; I’m going to my mom's work with her,” she said with excitement, and Lexi narrowed her eyes at her.

“You, go to work,” she laughed, and Violet shoved her shoulder playfully as they wandered down the hallway to head outside for a smoke. They still had one lesson left, but that could wait.

"Look, I’m failing class, and so my mom said I should do work experience with her. Besides, I went to their annual dinner thing on Saturday, and there were a lot of fit soldiers there.” She wiggled her brows as they went to the back of the school to hide as they lit up the cigarettes, blowing smoke into the air through pursed lips, and Lexi hummed.

“Nice. I like a man in uniform. Well, if you get too bored, you can tell your mom you're coming to study at mine,” she offered, and Violet nodded. Although she wasn’t going to get bored at all, Violet wasn’t being exactly truthful with Lexi. She had made it out like it was her mom's idea for her to do work experience, although it was hers completely. But she didn’t want to tell Lexi about General Barnes, the mysterious, sexy man she was already head over heels for. She wanted him to be her dirty secret. And right now he was. She didn’t know how old he was, but he was surely a log older than her, and in the eyes of the law, that was a big no-no. But she wasn’t doing anything illegal; all she was doing was saying hello and hoping to get a chance to either flirt with or sass him. Either way, she kept it to herself.

Right on time, her mother picked her up from school. After another soaking of perfume and chewing gum, she jumped in the car as her mother drove them to the US army base. Her mother wrinkled her nose at the overpowering smell of mint and spices, knowing full well that her daughter had been smoking, but she didn’t say anything. For once, they seemed to be getting along, and she didn’t want to ruin this moment. She had spoken to Debra and Wendy at work, saying she was bringing Violet over, and they were just as delighted. She glanced over to Violet, who was bouncing up and down like an excited puppy ready to play, and she smiled. She just hoped it wasn’t too good to be true.

The base was massive, and Violet was in awe of it. They passed a field of troops lined up in perfect formation, following the tough orders of their sergeant. The base was beautiful, without a single flower, blade of grass, or rock out of place. It was historical, with big buildings, flags, and statues telling the story of the nations fighting men and women. Violet was a little shocked, and when her mother parked the car, she didn’t hesitate to get out. The ground was smooth and well placed, with not a single bump. There was little to no mud and perfectly cut grass on every lawn, littered with colourful little flowers. Stone with metal plaques with important names engraved, giving honour to worthy men and women who had died for their country.

Violet followed her mother into the administration office, watching as she held up her badge for ID and was granted immediate access. If Violet had one of those, she could come here anytime. In fact, if she worked here, she could come anytime. The inside was just as beautiful as the outside. Pictures upon pictures of men dressed in well-cleaned uniforms, medals upon medals littering the front with gold plaques under their pictures sporting their names. It was the past generals of the US army, dating back at least a hundred years. And who was at the end? James Barnes. Violet stopped and stared up at the grand picture.

He was just as beautiful in real life. In the picture above, his hair was slightly neater, combed back and held by gel; he had a clean, shaven face with a broad smile; and those dazzling blue eyes were staring across the room. He wore a fitted dark green jacket with models, a tie tightly around his neck, and a bright shirt underneath. There he was. General James Barnes of the United States of America. He looked so young compared to everyone else, and staring up at that picture gave Violet a tingle. There it was again—that tingle that made her want to moan out loud.

She had to tear herself away from the picture as her mother called her over. They entered her small office, which consisted of a room with three desks, three computers, and a large printer in the corner, a small coffee break area, and large windows looking out onto the perfect lawn. As she entered the office, Violet groaned as Debra waved an annoying hello at her, and Wendy joined in as well. She was going to have to endure her own war to win what she wanted.

Chapter 4

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I have a "What if" question that might sounds stupid, but I could totally be dumb and didn't catch the answer.

I'm reading your CI snippets and more specific the Bet pt. 2, they're kissing (beautiful moment) and Lexa tells Clarke that she has always wanted her (my heart is a puddle, great) but in the snippet where they fight because of CC (Cunt-Costia) Clarke actually ask a really interesting question: what would have happened if Costia never broke up with Lexa?

And yes, Lexa is super soft and vulnerable in her answer and she told Clarke (one of my favorite moment of ALL times, among all the ff I ever read) that she wouldn't survive losing Clarke (and that's why I think she'll be livid when Clarke does that accident with her car) but she never actually answer the exact question.

She told Clarke that right now she doesn't need to doubt their love because she would never cheat on her because she really loves her (and we know how much does that mean) and she couldn't image a life without her because she wouldn't survive it, but what if Costia never left?

Oo I love a good If/Then

Ok so, realistically, if Costia hadn't broken up with Lexa, they absolutely would've gotten married.

Raven was not lying that the two had been talking about the idea in the not-entirely distant future. And Lexa meant what she said when she told Clarke that she had been happy enough with Cos. Enough at least to choose that path for herself once upon a time. With Costia she was safe, and that's exactly what she wanted at that time. A wife who she more or less loved, who she was generally fond of and got along with, and who she was sexually compatible to. She had no real vulnerabilities with Costia. They had the same circle of friends, Costia had her own wealth and status that only helped amplify Lexa's own. Cos was exactly the kind of girl everyone expected Lexa to end up with, and she was perfectly fine with that.

She probably would've been unfaithful, but not because Lexa isn't a one-woman woman, but rather because eventually she would've felt bored and unfulfilled. Tho that would've been an understanding between them. Costia keeps whatever lovers she feels like having to herself, and Lexa would do the same. They'd be the quintessential Old Money marriage of two people who were together for fun, status, and convenience, with all of the usual bullshit that came along with it.

It would've been a shrewd marriage. A safe one.

One Lexa could never get hurt in.

Clarke would've kept going exactly how she was. She would've eventually straightened up enough to follow her father into finance and investment, and hated every goddamn minute of it. She would've kept on "not doing relationships" and left an even longer string of men and women in her wake. Her life would've been more or less unremarkable, nothing exceptional, beyond being a pitbull in her chosen profession. She would've been extremely successful, but lonely, and still entirely convinced she wasn't worth being loved.

They would've drifted even further than they were to begin with. Lexa - settling into her own little life of nonstop work and playing the doting wife, in between fucking her mistresses after hours and picturesque weekends with the in-laws in the Hamptons. Clarke - drowning herself in work and money, weekends of sex and top shelf bourbon. No calls, no Christmas cards, no visits home to check on the parents. Neither ever really acknowledging that the other one existed, much less having any kind of contact.

But when their parents pass?

When that evil bitch and the dipshit both go?

Meeting again at the funeral?

That'd be the moment that everything changes.

Because Lexa sits next to Clarke at the service smelling like the most intoxicatingly delicate cologne Clarke's ever smelled in her goddamn life. It's feminine, but muskier than she remembers the girl having smelled like so many years before. More mature. She thinks it suits her. But fuck, Lexa's still all legs and sharp jawline and those eyes that just scream of danger. The poutiness of her lips is really hard not to stare at when Lexa sits there so bored it's like she could fall asleep.

There's something comforting in knowing that, even after so much time and knowing how Lexa had spent the years playing house, she still sees through the bullshit fakeness of all this. Just like Clarke does.

What Clarke wouldn't know is that Lexa would've chosen that seat entirely on purpose, though she would've told herself it was just in the interest of annoying her estranged stepsister. Not because the sight of Clarke in her skin tight blazer and short skirt made her heart jump up into her throat like she was 17 again. Not because Clarke looks like the epitome of money and sex. Or like she doesn't give a fuck about the fact their last ties to their old lives are finally 6ft further out of their minds.

A few whispered jibes and morbid jokes to follow a few predictable insults would have them smiling. Because some things never change, even when so much else has.

And those insults would turn into plans to meet for coffee and coffee would turn into a lunch. A lunch spent actually talking like adults. Like strangers, but not quite, who are actually taking the time to get acquainted. Catching up about where they've been (despite them both vaguely knowing through the grapevine in one way or another) and what they've been doing. Who they've been doing. Comparing notes and unfortunately shared notches on their individual bedposts, though that subject dies quickly in lieu of just shameless flirting.

Because some things really never change.

That lunch would become lunches, would become meeting up whenever the hell they feel like. Visits to each other's offices and dinners spent behind closed doors, just the two of them locked away. All it'd take is one wrong look and the exact right thing to say, one too many touches that linger, and they'd be shamelessly fucking on every surface that would hold them.

Except unlike the trysts and flings they've had over the years with others... it's never just sex. Never. Not with them. And Lexa admits that one night, after months of lunches and dinners and stolen trips away together that they each blame on work, when she really realizes just how deep in fucking trouble she is. When she admits that this was why she didn't let anything happen when they were younger.

Because everybody has always been just everybody.

But Clarke?

She's Clarke.

That's when they both realize Lexa needs to find a really good divorce attorney. And that Clarke needs to get the hell over her fear of commitment.

Quick.

#anon #cruel intentions au #🥰🥰🥰 thank you and I'm so glad you like this story #i know it's polarizing and all so it means a lot when people like it #they're our lil fucked up babies

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Opinion on the meaning of the songs in Beetlejuice The Musical

Songs centered on Beetlejuice and Lydia

I've noticed that Lydia and Beetlejuice's songs are intrinsically related to the name and being invisible, I think it's pretty obvious, but I've also found some other things.

In the prologue we can find this sentence:

"You're invisible when you're sad"

And:

"Is it being greedy to need somebody to see me

And say my name?"

And in Dead Mom, we'll find this part

"I'll go insane if things don't change

Whatever it takes to make him say your name, Dead Mom!"

And in Invisible: Reprise:

"You're invisible when you're me"

And:

Can you...

See me?

Yeah

You can see me!

I'm gonna have a new best friend!!

We can know that they both feel invisible (obviously) and find in each other the validation they need. Also apparently saying that person's name automatically gives her visibility, like in the song Dead Mom, Lydia wants her father to say her mother's name, so that he stops treating her as if she doesn't exist. That brings me to mind that the personification of invisibility is Beetlejuice and his signature song is:

"Say My Name"

And the song in which the two collide, which I personally like to call, "the bonding song" is:

That Beautiful Sound

Both people who felt invisible, finally collide... And it's a great respite for the two of them. Both finally feel recognized by the other.

"Hey look at me! (we're looking at you girl)"

"I'm finally free (You're finally free girl!)"

"I was invisible (she was invisible)"

"But now they all see!!"

Only in that beautiful moment do they feel that they don't need anyone but each other, since their company is enough.

They both feel seen and valued by someone who understands the pain and suffering of being alone.

But that feeling of closeness between Beetlejuice and Lydia is cut off as abruptly as it began. And he could say that it was Lydia who broke his heart, because Beetlejuice immediately feels that she betrayed him by breaking off their friendship and abandoning him to find her mother.

I have a slight suspicion that Beetlejuice wanted Lydia to be his wife, because he was already perfectly happy with her and didn't want that happiness to be taken away from him again.

Now let's talk a little bit about the song:

The Whole Being Dead Thing Pt 3 & Good Old Fashioned Wedding

We all know that everything Beetlejuice did was to put Lydia up against the wall and force her to marry him... But there's something that baffles me a bit. Beetlejuice was ready in just a few seconds to force his only friend to marry him, revealing a sad truth. Beetlejuice is always ready to receive a "no" or maybe he's always ready to fight for his interests because it's very likely that a lot of people have failed him.

And after hearing the "ok, I'll do it, I'll marry you," he was so excited that he revealed something that my sister made me realize.

Not only was Beetlejuice considering Lydia as a good choice to marry, but she is the ONLY OPTION for him...

But everything would fall apart when Lydia would rather go to Netherworld than share her life with him.

But, up to this point, Lydia has already betrayed him twice, it's obvious that Beetlejuice's ego is in tatters, obviously she's hurt him a lot and if she's not the one marrying him, then no one would be...

So, as if it were a punishment, Beetlejuice, shattered by her second betrayal, threatened to kill everyone present.

On top of that, without Lydia, there was no longer anything to tie him down to anyone present, although I would like to point out that Delia was still an option.

(But I'll talk about that in another post)

Now, let's talk about the elephant in the room...

My Creepy Old Guy

Phew, I have several things to say about this song...

Contrary to what many think, I don't think this song is a mockery of Beetlebabes fans.

1- This song is a joke for the audience and a mockery of the cultures that continue to do this type of practice (marrying a minor to an adult man) It's also a joke that most women understood, as it's a reference to the sexual harassment we receive when we go out on the street just for existing, and the fact that Lydia finds this "cute and vile" is a very funny contradiction. It's also why we can find Lydia leading the song (and Beetlejuice's footsteps throughout the entire stage). If you notice, both Adam and Charles have only two sentences in the entire song, which allows the women to talk about the harassment they have received almost their entire lives.

2- They don't romanticize the wedding, we all know he's forcing it on her, just to get that "green card thing," It's very obvious that the song is a very funny irony... It turns out that Lydia "suddenly" has a crush on the guy she just met and who just forced her into a marriage she didn't want.

But there's some of what we're missing.

That "something" is that we're missing Beetlejuice's point of view in this scene...

What happens is that Beetlejuice really believed that Lydia was in love with him and for a moment he thought that he wasn't actually forcing her...

And that's what Lydia really wanted to do... And so she continued the charade:

"Everywhere, fellas would stare

Out on the street"

"And I felt used

Kinda confused"

"I would refuse to look in their eyes"

"But now I really love creepy old guys"

"We all do!"

I love Beetlejuice's reaction in this scene. Because immediately after listening to it, Beetlejuice gets excited to find out and his face is like:

No...

...fucking...

...way!!

REALLY?!

Then we have this part:

"They make me blush"

(Can't get enough)

"Now one of 'em loves me, wants to be mine"

(That's right)

"Marrying my own creepy old guy!"

At this point, Lydia assures that Beetlejuice loves her and that she does want to be with him, but he doesn't get it until he understands that they are referring to him.

(I'm a creepy old guy!!)

And when he gets it, he's really surprised and he's like:

Oh, my God... I'M THE CREEPY OLD GUY!

Then we have this part:

(I am older, but I'm glad I waited)

I would have loved to know what he meant in that part, until I remembered it... Beetlejuice is referring to the part where he stayed at the Deetz-Maitlands' house to make them victims of his wrath. But just before he can lash out at anyone, she appears... as if he was waiting for her... (Like a real wedding!!)

Now, I want to mention something... Beetlejuice's reactions are the whole song, they show him very moved... He truly believes that they love him.

And an honorable mention to Barbara for this reaction:

(He's like:)

Oh, my God... See?? She loves me! She loves meeee!!!!

Yes dear, whatever you say... 🙂😐

For obvious reasons, Charles would never agree to something like this, but he trusts his daughter and the plan... But still, he lets his true feelings be seen through a single sentence:

"Have you guys seen "Lolita"?"

"This is just like that, but fine"

For some who don't know, Lolita was a novel that became a movie. It is the story of a mentally ill man named Humbert who ruins his entire life by becoming obsessed with an underage girl named Dolores.

I have a slight suspicion that Charles wants to see Beetlejuice ruined in the same way that Humbert does.

Then we have this part:

"I know that on the outside he's disgusting"

"And even on the inside, he's disgusting"

"But I know that this time, I'm makin' it right"

Under Beetlejuice's eyes, this doesn't sound bad... It even sounds hopeful, meaning that even if he's unpleasant, she wants to get off to a good start with him.

After a while, we can finally hear him:

"I found me a wife"

"L'chaim to life"

"This is so normal!"

"I was ignored"

"But now, I'm adored!"

"'Cause I extorted, tortured, and lied"

"Give it up for my underage bride!"

This is a very sad thing... Beetlejuice has never been the object of love and affection, That's why he thinks the whole song is proof enough that they love him... And what breaks my heart is knowing that Beetlejuice said he would give all that for his wife... It also breaks my heart to know that Beetlejuice gave up all his trust with so little acceptance from everyone in the house...

He's genuinely enraptured by the way everyone in the house is treating him... It's not hate, it's not disgust, it's not anger. Everyone is being kind, generous, understanding and supportive and that touches him...

Everything is so perfect for him

Too perfect actually...

When Beetlejuice is brought to life, it is saturated with many MANY sensations, feelings, and sounds.

I personally believe that if Lydia had tried to calm him down instead of murdering him, he really wouldn't have killed anyone. And I like to think that from there, only she could reassure him and thus, he would be like a little puppy looking for the affection of his owner...

I think that, to calm him down, it would be enough just to touch him... Let us remember that he has been deprived of genuine contact and affection, so a single touch of her fingers and a few words would be enough to make him desist from any act of violence.

But, he was killed for not being able to control something he never had...

Which reminds me of this phrase:

"It's good to trust someone, but not trusting anyone is better"

Well, to finish, Beetlejuice was really deceived by Lydia, due to the conditions of both of them... The two of them were lonely and abandoned, so Beetlejuice was willing to believe Lydia whenever she approached him with "good intentions". Beetlejuice's appreciation for Lydia blinded him and he was hurt three times in a row in the same night for believing her.

That's all for now!

Thanks for reading my soliloquy! Bye!! 😘💕💖

#beetlejuice #beetlejuice animated #beetlejuice 1988 #beetlebabes #beetlelyds #beetlejuice the musical #I think labels aren't quite right #I'm sorry if there are any mistakes

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celepom · 3 months

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FAVOURITE GRAPHIC NOVELS OF 2023

The Infinity Particle - By Wendy Xu

In this gorgeous graphic novel by Wendy Xu, co-creator of the award-winning Mooncakes, a young inventor falls for a lifelike AI and confronts questions of freedom and autonomy. Clementine Chang moves from Earth to Mars for a new start and is lucky enough to land her dream job with Dr. Marcella Lin, an Artificial Intelligence pioneer. On her first day of work, Clem meets Dr. Lin’s assistant, a humanoid AI named Kye. Clem is no stranger to robots—she built herself a cute moth-shaped companion named SENA. Still, there’s something about Kye that feels almost too human. When Clem and Kye begin to collaborate, their chemistry sets off sparks. The only downside? Dr. Lin is enraged by Kye’s growing independence and won’t allow him more freedom. Plus, their relationship throws into question everything Clem thought she knew about AI. After all, if Kye is sentient enough to have feelings, shouldn’t he be able to control his own actions? Where is the line between AI and human? As her past and Kye’s future weigh down on her, Clem becomes determined to help him break free—even if it means risking everything she came to Mars for.

Not Sew-Wicked Stepmom - By i r u, Yir, Mo9Rang

Once upon a time, there was a lovely young princess who suffered under her cruel stepmother…that is, until a children’s clothing designer is reborn as the evil stepmother! All the new Queen Abigail Friedkin wants to do is dote on the adorable Princess Blanche and give her the happy childhood she deserves. The problem is, the previous Abigail has garnered a reputation for being extremely jealous and materialistic—and to top it off, her smile is the stuff of children’s nightmares! Will Abigail be able to convince her stepdaughter that she might not be so wicked after all?

(TW, childhood SA of the main male lead)

Until I Love Myself: The Journey of a Nonbinary Manga Artist

A bravely blunt autobiography about confronting the tangled traumas of gender dysphoria and workplace sexual harassment. Nonbinary manga artist Poppy Pesuyama is excited when forms offer the option to choose “neither” for gender and thrilled about their new job working as an assistant for mangaka X! But then he sexually harasses them, treating them first like a girl and then like something less than human. It only lasts a few months, but in some ways it never ends. Born into a body they hate and still reeling from the abuse they faced seven years ago, Pesuyama begins to rail at their past, their friends, and even their mother as they try to come to terms with who they are and what happened to them.

Belle of the Ball - By Mari Costa

High-school senior and notorious wallflower Hawkins finally works up the courage to remove her mascot mask and ask out her longtime crush: Regina Moreno, head cheerleader, academic overachiever, and all-around popular girl. There’s only one teensy little problem: Regina is already dating Chloe Kitagawa, athletic all-star…and middling English student. Regina sees a perfectly self-serving opportunity here, and asks the smitten Hawkins to tutor Chloe free of charge, knowing Hawkins will do anything to get closer to her. And while Regina’s plan works at first, she doesn’t realize that Hawkins and Chloe knew each other as kids, when Hawkins went by Belle and wore princess dresses to school every single day. Before long, romance does start to blossom…but not between who you might expect. With Belle of the Ball, cartoonist Mariana Costa has reinvigorated satisfying, reliable tropes into your new favorite teen romantic comedy.

The Princess and the Grilled Cheese Sandwich - By Deya Muniz

Lady Camembert wants to live life on her own terms, without marriage. Well, without marrying a man, that is. But the law of the land is that women cannot inherit. So when her father passes away, she does the only thing she can: She disguises herself as a man and moves to the capital city of the Kingdom of Fromage to start over as Count Camembert. But it’s hard to keep a low profile when the beautiful Princess Brie, with her fierce activism and great sense of fashion, catches her attention. Camembert can’t resist getting to know the princess, but as the two grow closer, will she able to keep her secret? A romantic comedy about mistaken identity, true love, and lots of grilled cheese.

#book rec #book recs #graphic novel #manga #comic #romance #scifi #romantic comedy #autobio #slice of life #fantasy #isekai

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pepsiboyy · 3 months

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starboy part 1

P1 P2

pairing: y/n x chris sturniolo

summary: y/n, born and raised in los angeles, moves across the country to boston. when she feels like she has nobody, she makes some new friends at her new job. she grows particularly close with the sturniolo triplets, where she finds a lot in common with one of them.

warnings: just cursing

lowercase intentional!!!

author's note: hii! this is my first story on here and i hope it goes okay?? idk i suppose we will see where it goes. thanks a ton for reading!! let me know what you think! sincerely, apollo <3

my head smacked against the car window, causing me to immediately lift my head and blink a few times.

"morning, y/n. sleep well?" my mom carefully stated while looking at me in the rearview mirror. i shrugged and tried to keep my eyes opened as i watched all of the unfamiliar buildings pass by.

everything was so different here.

a few weeks ago, my mom received a job offer here in boston. our family didn't particularly struggle with money, but if she wanted to keep her job, we had to move.

me, on the other hand? i couldn't believe what i was hearing when she sat me down at the dining room table. "what do you mean we're... leaving?" i felt my hands shake. sadness? anger? i couldn't even tell.

"well, i got a job offer-" she started, but i immediately cut her off with my hands slamming against the table.

"fuck your job offer, what about everything we have here!? my friends, my job... everything?" i shouted, my voice beginning to shake towards the end.

"language," my mom started, but let out a deep sigh, "i understand your frustration. that's why we're waiting until you graduate."

i let out a shaky sigh at the thought. this wasn't fair. my best friend was still in los angeles, harper. she was my best friend since childhood, and leaving her hurt more than anything i could even describe.

"we're here," my mom breathed, looking at me through the rearview mirror. i could tell she was trying to read my emotions, sadness in her eyes. i stared at her for a few moments before opening the car door and stepping out quickly.

"wow, it's gorgeous." i heard my father say, his arm wrapping around my mom's waist as he kissed the top of her head. i felt myself physically cringe as i grabbed my bags and a few pairs of shoes that didn't fit within the bags. i looked at the house in front of me.

it was pretty nice. fairly homey. very different from our house back in california. i took in a deep breath before beginning to walk towards the door.

my room was pretty nice, i had to admit. it was a little bigger than my room back at home- or.. what was home, i guess. i laid against my bed and stared at my ceiling before standing up.

while i was packing, i applied for a few jobs here in boston. a lot of them turned me down as i only have a little bit of work experience, but what can you do? i guess. i got accepted by a grocery store though, one i hadn't seen before. it was called star market? we didn't have those on the west coast, but they're pretty popular here. the pay was minimum wage, but it's a start. it didn't really matter to me. anything to get me out of the house and just do something. get myself out there.

i let out a deep sigh and closed my eyes. with every thought racing through my head, finally i managed to let my mind rest and slowly drift into sleep.

"y/n, are you sure you'll be okay?" my mom mumbled, carefully touching my hair and fixing the loose strands. i chuckled softly and nodded. "i'll be fine, just a bit nervous. new place and new job." i mumbled, playing with my fingers. my mom nodded.

"i understand. you'll do great. just talk to your coworkers, maybe make friends?" she asked, smiling. i sighed.

i know she's simply trying to help, but it's hard. i had a perfectly great life in california and i feel like i'm being forced to restart completely.

"right." i replied, letting out a sigh before stepping towards the door.

my earbuds were playing music as i walked. i didn't have a car yet, so.. i had to walk. it's right down the street, so no biggie. in broad daylight, i didn't see it as a big deal. i hummed as i turned a corner, and sure enough, it really was right there. i crossed the street and approached the doors, blinking a few times.

so this is my new job. it looked a lot nicer in person than in the pictures. that made me feel a little better. i walked in.

"hi, umm... my name is y/n.. it's my first day?" i mumbled shyly to the older lady standing at the front. she looked me up and down. i swallowed and gripped my backpack's straps, looking around. why was she looking at me like that.

"you're y/n y/l/n?" she started to smile, and i felt a wave of relief wash over me.

"yeah," i smiled softly back.

"cool, let me call nick over." she told me before turning away and beginning to say something into her walkie.

after a few minutes of awkwardly standing with my hands in my pockets.

"hi-"

"oh fuck-" i gasped, turning around and grasping my chest. my eyes widened as i shook my head, "oh god i'm sorry- i didn't mean to say that, you just scared me," i breathed, smiling softly.

the boy laughed softly and shook his head. "oh, girl you're completely fine, i'm the same way," he chuckled.

i smiled softly. i then gasped and quickly held out my hand. "my name is y/n, it's my first day." i looked up at the boy with the nose ring and curly hair in front of me. i assumed he was nick.

"hi y/n, i like your name a lot. it's pretty! i'm nick. lose the formalities, let loose, you're good." he smiled and shook my hand softly before pulling away and beginning to walk away. i followed.

"are you from around here, or?" nick asked, turning to me and beginning to walk to the back.

"ah, yeah.. i uhh, moved here from los angeles, actually." i scoffed.

nick seemed to throw his eyebrows up as he turned to me. "los angeles? really? i've always wanted to go, i've been like once but... i still want to go, doesn't change anything." he smiled before he quickly turned to me. "sorry, it's probably like... not that special to you, but," he shrugged, "it's across the country. i mean, culture shock.... is that a real thing?"

i smiled brightly. something about the way nick spoke to me so casually was really comforting. "oh, it's definitely a real thing."

as we walked towards the back, we passed a boy with similar hair and features, and i blinked at him before i shrugged it off and kept following nick. nick seemed to notice this though, and smiled. "that's my brother, matt," he mumbled, and i smiled and nodded. "you two look really similar." i replied, before we came to a stop.

"this is where you'll clock in every day. just type in your employee number and tap clock in," he told me as he demonstrated. i nodded carefully. "it's totally normal if you don't remember your numbers, i wrote them down for you." he handed me a sticky note. i smiled and folded it, putting it into my clear phone case.

"i appreciate it, thanks." i smiled.

"and that's how you do it," nick stated confidently.

to be brutally honest, i was still a little lost. we kept just talking about life, random things. i found out nick and i got along really well, and we were the same age.

"i appreciate you walking me through everything," i breathed, rubbing my arm. as we walked back to customer service, i noticed a boy with longer brown hair kneeled down and putting some things on a shelf. i could hear the music playing from his earbuds from here.

nick looked at me and smiled. "oh, and that's my other brother. chris." he smiled. i blinked at him. "you guys all look the same," i started, and he stopped me. "yeah, we're triplets." he chuckled. my eyes went wide as i smiled softly. "wow, you don't see that every day." i chuckled and walked past chris.

"matt, this is y/n. she's gonna be working up here at customer service with you." nick told him, and matt turned to me with a soft smile. i smiled back at him.

"hi, i'm matt." he mumbled, holding out his hand. we shook hands quickly. this guy was so shy but he seemed cool, too. "hi, matt." i smiled at him.

the day went by surprisingly fast. i talked a lot with matt, and found out that we have a lot of similar tastes in music and style. "you should talk to my brother chris, he likes that a lot too," he would tell me. i felt like he said it every other sentence, actually. "wow, i really gotta meet this chris guy then, don't i?" was how i finally responded.

matt nodded with a warm smile. "yeah, you do." he smiled.

he helped me a lot with customers throughout the day, and learning the system. he was very helpful, and the way he spoke with customers was kind of admirable. i was excited to be as knowledgeable as he was to those who needed it.

"what do you drive?" he asked me after helping someone, and i blinked. "oh, i don't drive- i walked here." i smiled at him, but my smile dropped when i noticed him look at me with shock, and some worry. "you walked here?" he asked, blinking a few times. i shrugged. "yeah, my house is literally right around the corner.

"i can take you home, i wouldn't walk around at night," he stated firmly, looking at me with only seriousness. i smiled softly. these guys were really nice. "i'd umm.. i'd like that, actually." i smiled.

"matty-poo, are you clocked out yet?" a voice rang in the distance, very similar to his.

"i told you to stop calling me that, chris. have you met y/n?" he questioned, smiling at him. i looked over at chris and felt like i might stop breathing in that moment.

he was stunning. and he may have looked nearly identical to the other two, but something about his hair and the way it perfectly fell on his head, the way he was dressed so laid back and clearly himself yet still appropriately for work.

"y/n?" i heard matt say as i turned quickly to him and then back to chris. "oh, right, sorry. hi, name's y/n," i chuckled shyly and held out my hand. chris, instead of shaking my hand, dapped me up and snapped softly afterwards. i chuckled. i didn't know people did that in boston, too.

"hi, i'm chris." he smiled softly.

"i gotta finish cleaning up a few things here, if you and y/n wanna head to the car? we're giving her a ride home." matt mumbled as he was getting the trash together. i offered to help, but this guy insisted on doing closing duties for the night.

"oh okay sick, sure. come on, y/n." chris stated and began walking towards the car, pulling his hoodie over his head. i followed closely behind him. it was sort of awkward at first, but i heard his music again and smiled softly. i tapped his shoulder, indicating i wanted to tell him something.

"poppin by yeat?" i asked, and he blinked a few times, fully putting his earbuds away and into his pocket. "damn, you listen to year?" he smiled and put his hands in his pockets.

i chuckled and shrugged. "i dabble. i listen to whatever sounds cool." chris smiled. "good taste." i nodded as we approached what i assumed was their car. a kia sedona. simple, but perfect for them, i thought.

chris leaned against the side of the car, and after some thought, i leaned against the car beside him. "the stars are really nice here in boston, much easier to see than in los angeles." i chuckled. chris looked at me as he hadn't heard the rundown yet. "you're from los angeles?" he questioned, and i nodded softly. "that's sick." he stated and turned back to the sky. "me and my brothers have always wanted to go." he smiled softly to himself.

i chuckled and nodded, having heard a few times but decided to keep my mouth shut. "it's nice, but i guess because i'm used to it, it really isn't that exciting." i hummed. he seemed to understand what i was saying.

we sat in silence for a few moments before he turned to me. "why'd you move?" he asked, and i scoffed. "i um.. my mom got a new job. just like in the movies." i mumbled with a soft laugh, and chris smiled at me. "you graduate?" he asked, and i nodded. "yeah, left a week and a half afterwards." i mumbled. he frowned. "i'm sorry to hear," he replied, and i smiled at him. "don't be. i appreciate it though." he smiled softly. "yeah, no problem."

we sat in silence before he turned to me and popped open his airpods case, motioning it towards me. "airpod?" he asked, and i smiled and carefully took one, placing it in my ear. i checked them beforehand.

he put on music and we sat in silence and listened to his playlist. without a doubt, we had the same taste in music.

"y/n!!! how was your first day!!" nick shouted from the distance as he ran towards their car, making me smile brightly.

the car ride was peaceful, i sat beside nick in the backseat while matt drove and chris accompanied him in the passenger seat. chris and matt argued for about five minutes before we left about who would have the aux, and i smiled when chris got the aux and put on a song i was fairly familiar with.

"and then a left here," i stated, humming softly to the music. i saw matt shoot chris a glance, resulting in chris smacking matt's arm.

"aaand it's here," i smiled and sat up, waiting for matt to come to a stop before undoing my seatbelt. "i really appreciate you guys for today, thank you for helping me today and making me feel at home." i smiled gently. "i'll see you guys tomorrow?" i mumbled, and matt shook his head. "nick and i are off tomorrow, but chris will be there." he mumbled, and chris gave me a big thumbs up. i smiled softly and nodded, waving and jogging to my door.

considering the store closed at midnight, it was about 12:45 by the time i got in my room and sighed. my parents were asleep. i looked around and hummed to myself.

i'll unpack tomorrow morning, i thought.

i changed and laid in bed in my pajamas, staring at my ceiling. i really did have a great day, but chris and the way he just seemed to understand me really struck me. i looked at my hands and sighed softly.

no way i have lived here for two days and already find a guy cute.

i let out a deep, hefty sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose. i'll see where it goes, i thought.

and with that, i slowly fell asleep, looking forward to working with chris tomorrow.

HELLO PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT U GUYS THING i feel like i rambled so bad in this??? this is my first thing i've written in a long time and it's very much like..... a pilot? it really goes through the reader meeting the triplets and going through the first day - i APROMISEDJGKSAJDFG it gets more interesting UGHHH ok happy 5am goodnight <333 sincerely, apollo <33

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