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favoniuscodex · 3 years

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the art of modernity [ chapter two ]

chapter two - instant oatmeal pairing: xiao x gn!reader warnings: canon-typical violence mention, nothing that hasn't already been done in this series. words: ~2.6k words fic masterlist [ prev ] - [ next (tba) ] chapter summary: under yanfei's watchful eye, you sign a contract with xiao for him to stay with you. he's not very pleasant, but you realize you know exactly how to change that. a/n: which means next chapter kicks off the fluff. let's gooo this is our last hard exposition chapter. thank u to everyone's interest so far!

you wake with a jolt.

empty bed? check. still alive? check. no adeptus hovering over you like edward from twilight? check. aches and bruises from yesterday? ... unfortunately, check.

as you sit up, your muscles scream at you to lay back down, yet your mind tells you to go, go, go and find the adeptus before he can kill you. it takes a moment of regulated breathing to actually remember what happened yesterday after the group of five-turned-six of you left jueyun karst.

one: xiao accompanied you back. with only five seats in the car, yanfei ended up sitting smushed between kaeya and xiao. she hadn't complained and the uncomfortable trip back for her served as a minor revenge for her not revealing her (partial) adepti ancestry. you had been slotted in the front passenger seat, next to keqing, who gripped the steering wheel so hard that you feared she would rip it off. the drive back was in silence. childe made a joke at one point. kaeya had laughed, then remembered where the two of them were. nobody laughed after that.

two: yanfei and xiao had dragged you to your apartment. keqing, kaeya, and childe were far too enthusiastic to let the three of you go, yet you couldn't blame them. yanfei had a bounce in her step, while xiao looked as if he was being walked to a morgue, all while looking vaguely nauseous. you had wondered if that was his first time ever in a car.

three: yanfei drafted a contract. thousands of years of experience practicing law (a fact you had learned unwillingly and uncomfortably as yanfei rambled on to fill the awkward silence between the three of you) led to yanfei taking less than an hour to draft an entire forty page document on an agreement of a "truce" between you and xiao, along with adding details of how she would pay you for xiao to stay with you in your apartment and how xiao would be forced to cooperate with any potential mythological studies you might enact.

four: you deeply offended the adepti... or something. you weren't really quite sure what you said wrong, but apparently "yanfei, this contract means nothing if i wake up with a blade in my throat because xiao decides he doesn't like the 'vibes' i quite literally cannot control." was not an appropriate thing to say. yanfei had giggled, yet xiao had looked as if you had slapped him across the face. he muttered something under his breath about how mortals could never truly comprehend the importance of the work of the god of contracts (who had died over a thousand years ago, might you add). yet, he signed his portion of the contract nonetheless and you followed suit.

five: yanfei had left you alone in the apartment with xiao. xiao introduced himself, as if you hadn't been the one to accidentally summon him in the first place and as if he hadn't been the one to threaten to kill you. his words were forced, awkward, and gruff, as if he wasn't quite sure how to address you. in order to spare the two of you from the ugly bonds of small talk, xiao had retired to the cramped small bedroom you had been trying to rent out to someone for months.

six: you went into your bedroom. you went to sleep.

which, inconveniently, leads to now. the yaksha upheld his end of the bargain. he slept..? do adepti sleep? you aren't quite sure and old scholars aren't exactly the type to describe sleeping patterns of the supposed-mythological adepti in detail, yet you figure that you'll find out soon enough one of these days, now that one is living with you.

archons. that fact had yet to fully sink in too. maybe one day, you would finally feel ecstatic over proving a myth to be real and having it choose to dwell in your apartment for some reason. maybe you would also be overjoyed that you were a descendant of a god, even if many generations separated your bloodline that has long since been diluted by humanity. but for today, you could not worry about such things. the adventurer in you had been humbled yesterday. now, you just have to face the music.

if only yanfei had revealed she was half-adeptus sooner, maybe you wouldn't have to worry about xiao deciding he's had enough of the weird energies you inadvertently give off and attacking you. but for now, you check your phone for the time and any notifications, then stumble out of bed and into the kitchen.

in the kitchen, a broad open concept with the living room, you spot xiao sitting at the counter of the island. his brow is furrowed and he noticeably perks up at your entrance, as if he was almost excited to see you. before you can get your hopes up, your stomach growls and you figure xiao is likely in the same boat.

"your home is filled with... strange contraptions," xiao says. "it appears you mortals have progressed at an unexpected rate."

this adeptus is far too chatty for what the microwave says is 8:32 a.m. on a saturday morning. yet, it does not appear to come easily from him. his words are slow and you have no doubt that he is weary of you and your intentions.

"yeah, it's called technology. we can heat up food without lighting a fire, store food in portable cold temperatures, and blow wind around using automated fans. yet, it's all powered by electricity," you explain sleepily, not sure if your words make sense. the small huff of acknowledgement that the adeptus lets out is more than enough to know that your words at least make some sense. either that or he's trying to appease you, but based off what little you know of xiao, he doesn't quite seem like the type.

"you mortals appear to focus on convenience rather than necessity," xiao grumbles after some thought. was he always going to be this... haughty? sure, adepti are immortals in comparison to humanity, but that doesn't make them superior. their time of rule has long since passed, so why does xiao still hold a guarded sense of righteousness over you? whatever. if you are part-god like yanfei says, it's not like he has any reason to be gloating over you anyways... right? despite your research into liyuean mythology, there's not quite much to go off of on partial-adeptus and partial-god relations in comparison to full deities.

but either way, this was the modern day and the adepti sat in their abodes rather than helping humanity, so out of spite, you grab a packet of oatmeal from the cabinet before sliding it his way.

"make the oatmeal yourself, then," you say evenly, trying to leave snippiness out of your tone. it doesn't work well, judging on the way xiao's brow furrows in irritation. nonetheless, xiao pinches the paper packet between two fingers as he reads the label.

"i am not a fan of oatmeal," he decides after a few seconds, dropping the packet back onto the island countertop. even in your tired state, you can still call his bluff. oatmeal didn't just come around yesterday. it's not like you're throwing a processed big mac at his face and expecting him to come to terms with it.

"what food do you like, then?" you ask, curiosity genuinely piqued. even if you thought he was bluffing, this was a way to learn about the appetites of the adepti and how they differed from humans. this was information that had yet to be recorded and it was information from a primary source. dietary information could be used to better understand offerings placed upon adepti alters by ancient liyueans and-

"almond tofu," xiao states plainly. "and mint jelly."

you stare at him. you blink. you blink once more. despite your silence as you mull over his confession, you cannot bring yourself to actually think about your words before you say them. therefore, you ask xiao a question.

"wait, do adepti prefer soft foods due to their teeth or digestive system or something? does taking on a human-esque form not provide you with the same eating capabilities as humanity? because-" you trail off on seeing his slightly irritated expression. oh.

"you truly consider adepti not being able to able to consume mortal foods a possibility? do you have no respect for the adepti?" xiao seethes, amber eyes narrowing as he glares at you.

oh. right. respect. hm. xiao being born in a time where respect towards members of a higher social hierarchy has altered how he views the two of your interactions, yet increasing interconnectedness amongst humans through technology and the collapse of social divisions has led to current-day humans viewing all as equals and addressing them as such, besides the given familial hierarchies. but xiao is not family to you. he is no greater than a stranger in your eyes, yet there is a stark contrast in how he views himself compared to you.

in this moment, you realize you have made an error. you view xiao as a potential friend, while xiao views you as no more than a subject of the long-since-dead rex lapis. he is one of rex lapis' closest comrades, while you likely never would have set eyes on the god apart from the rite of descension if you had lived in the same time period as him.

yet, you're not really sure how to address xiao with the level of respect he desires. after all, you're rather... unrefined. sure, you could use what little formalities the language provides such as sir or o holy adeptus xiao, of which thine hast protected liyue for many millennia, yet neither seem too appealing. he's your roommate, it's not like you're approaching the altar to worship him. you're approaching your kitchen. your name is on the lease after all.

so, you take a step back, fold your arms over your chest, and lean your back against the cool metal of your refrigerator. you were in no mood to pick a fight, but if asking the adeptus basic questions would get him this riled up, you would seek to terminate your living situation as soon as possible. he at least had to attempt to be pleasant, even if you had a tendency to overstep the supposed boundaries of him that absolutely perplexed you.

"adeptus xiao," you begin. your tone is even and xiao looks almost curious at your sudden, cool tone. "do you view yourself as above me?"

"the adepti are far stronger than mortals, thus it is a part of our duties under our contracts signed with rex lapis to help protect humanity," xiao says. his tone is slightly harsh and yet his evasive words are enough to give you your answer.

"as an adeptus once under rex lapis, you are thus beholden to any contract you sign? as like a... duty thing of sorts," you ask and xiao nods in agreement. you let out a slight sigh as you collect your thoughts.

it is time to channel your inner yanfei. you blink and plaster a polite, small smile on your face. that's what yanfei does in the court room, right? in her delivery of information, she must seem firm but pleasant enough to want to listen to, in order to convince the jury. but you are no yanfei and you have no jury. instead, you just have a several-thousand-year-old partial deity sitting in your kitchen with a packet of instant oatmeal in front of him. yet, for your own sanity, you must try.

"i am... unsure as to why you wanted to live with me. you do not seem like the city type nor the type to want to associate with humans, but we all have our secrets, i guess. nonetheless, you agreed to sign the contract, which means you are thereby subject to its terms, right?" you ask and xiao gives a rough nod in return.

"the contract does not say that i cannot admonish your... impudent questions," xiao states and you feel like a snezhnayan ice fisher who has just gotten a bite on their line. you bite back a giddy smile at luring xiao directly into your trap.

"correct, but you are subject to participating in my studies of the adepti, provided that they do not bring you psychological or bodily harm," you say and xiao suddenly looks wary at whatever this conversation might be leading to.

"i suppose," xiao says, revealing his uncertainty. "that the contract does enlist those terms."

"well then, adeptus xiao. i have decided upon our newest study," you say and, despite how hard you try to hold it back, a grin spreads across your face. the adeptus sits up a bit straighter at your words, yet remains silent as he waits for you to continue.

"our first study of the adepti will consist of only you. i do not need for you to request of the assistance of anyone else, unless if you need it. but, i'll be trying to figure out one thing!" you say and xiao looks annoyed as to how you keep dragging this out, so you decide to cut it short before he can snap at you once more. "for our first study, we'll be focusing on what it will be like for an adepti to live amongst mortality and live a typical mortal life."

xiao stares at you. if he's furious, he hides it behind his expressionless face. for once, his typical scowl isn't there, yet you feel almost reassured at his seething reaction. sure, he might be angry, but he respects his previous master too much to defy the bounds of the contract this early, right? your suspicions are confirmed as he exhales sharply, followed by a tight nod.

"you wish for me to live as a human?" xiao questions and you nod enthusiastically, taking a step forward and resting your hands on the opposite side of the kitchen island from him. you careen forward and stare directly into the amber eyes belonging to the adeptus that nearly killed you yesterday. adrenaline rushes through your blood as you realize exactly what xiao signed himself up for.

xiao has inadvertently wrapped himself around your finger and you're determined to make his stay an enjoyable one, even if he loathes the idea at the moment.

"exactly! you don't have to take a mortal form or anything, i'm just interested in seeing as to how you would adjust through going through the typical mortal routine. as for me, i'll be your tour guide through all of this, so don't worry!" you say. your words provide him little relief and xiao stares at you cooly.

"fine. i will participate in your... research," xiao confirms reluctantly after a few moments of silence and you have to bite back an excited squeal. getting to show an adeptus everything humanity has to offer? the excitement nearly overwhelms you, but you have to squash your excitement to focus on the situation at hand.

"alright then. for our first task, i'll show you how to make instant oatmeal! but, there's more than just that flavor," you state, gliding over to the cabinets and pulling out the box. you hastily slap it on the table and push it gently over to him. "take your pick!"

xiao eyes the box uneasily.

yeah, this is good enough revenge for nearly killing me, right?

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sillyrabbit81 · 3 years

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Her Heavy Cross

Summary: Three years after tragedy hits, Lana she decides to start dating again. She meets Will through a dating app and they begin an online romance. After months of constant requests, Lana relents and agrees to meet and go on an irl date with Will. But is Will who he says he is? Lana is quickly pulled into an intense relationship forcing her to confront her tragic past. Will Lana face it or will she close her heart forever?

Pairing: OMC x OFC

Word Count: approx 3.6k

Warnings: smut, swearing, Dom vibes, dirty talk

Authors Note: The story started as a Henry Cavill fanfiction but I changed it to be an original character, but shades of Henry are still there. Hope you enjoy the story and thanks for reading.

Part 14 Part 16

Part 15

After lunch, Liam took me on a tour of his house. We skipped the ground floor as I had already seen pretty much everything.

The first floor was a complete mystery to me. First, Liam showed me his study. It had two desks; on one, Liam had a fancy-looking PC, the other had a laptop and scripts and other paperwork scattered around. It had a large built-in bookcase with only a few books in it, most of them mine. I frowned at this. For an avid reader, he had a small collection. There was also a tiny bathroom, a guest bedroom which Liam says sometimes Ryan stays in.

The last room was a cinema room, all painted black with three rows of reclining chairs set on raised platforms with a projector screen. "This is fantastic," I said. There were cupboards, also black to store discs. When I opened them, I saw Liam's movie collection was also surprisingly bare. "For someone in the film industry, you don't have a lot of movies."

"I do, but most of them are back in London. It's the same thing with all my books and half my wardrobe. I don't know how long I'll be here. If the show is a success and gets picked up for another series, I might ship some of it here."

I let his words sink in. I don't know why, but it never really occurred to me that he may pick up and leave in six months. I felt myself close up and shut down. Regret started to set in. I tried to ignore it and tell myself to cross that bridge when the time comes. I forced a smile as I closed the cupboards and said to Liam, "What's next?"

We went up to the second floor. Liam's bedroom was there with another two bedrooms and a sitting room. The final floor was where the real master bedroom was. It had the gorgeous bathroom we were in last night and a huge bedroom that took up nearly the whole space. It had an even bigger wardrobe than Liam's, split in two with distinct areas for each partner. The bedroom had its own lounge area, and the whole room was arranged like a hotel suite complete with en-suite balcony and city views. It was exceptional. I was so blown away by the house, mansion really, that for a while, I forgot to worry about the future.

"Why didn't you use this as your bedroom? It's amazing."

Liam shrugged. "I did when I first moved in. But it was too big for just me. I felt lonely up here, and it was that bit harder for Cole to come and see me. I almost moved down to the first-floor bedroom, but it doesn't have a dressing room, so I went to the one I'm in now. What do you think?"

I was leaning on the balcony railing, looking towards the city. The trees were a colourful mix of green, red and gold. A few were starting to lose their leaves. It was so pretty. I felt Liam come up behind me and wrap his arms around me. He put his chin on my shoulder, and we both looked out towards the city. "Of the house? It's amazing. I don't know how else to describe it. I mean, it's a bit much for me. I'd cry if I had to clean it. But I assume you have cleaners?" Liam nodded. "Yeah, I wouldn't live in a place this big without a cleaner."

"I'm glad you like it. I want you to be comfortable when you come over."

I interlaced my fingers with his and held them against my belly. "I'm definitely comfortable right now." We stood there for a while and relaxed into each other. Thoughts of Liam leaving reared it's ugly head a few times, but I ignored it. Instead, I focused on now. All I could do was enjoy the time I had with Liam and make the best of it.

Soon the wind started to pick up, and I grew cold. Liam took me back inside.

"I've got to work out for a bit," Liam said as we took the stairs down. "Do you think you can keep yourself occupied for an hour or so?"

"I could join you if you want? I didn't go to the gym yesterday so I could do with some exercise."

"Yeah, ok, let do it."

Liam went into his dressing room, and I changed in his room. I put on a pair of white and black ankle grazer tights and a white sports bra. I felt good in it and knew I looked good too. I went over to the chair to put my shoes and socks on and caught Liam looking through the door.

He was dressed already in shorts and a singlet. Guys always seem to get dressed so quickly. It takes me ages to dress unless I'm in a rush. Liam leaned in the doorway, arms crossed over his broad chest, watching me. I ignored him as I did my shoes up.

"You look good in that." He said. I caught myself straightening my back, and a warm tingle flowed through me. I liked his little compliments.

"Thanks," I said, getting up. I put my hair in a ponytail, deliberately sticking my chest out as I did.

"Is that what you normally wear to the gym?"

"I usually wear a singlet over the top."

"But not today?" A smile spread over his face.

I smiled and said airily, "Nope, not today."

"I know what you're doing, Sweetheart." He walked past me, patting my bottom as he did. I tried to look innocent. "Come on. Let's go."

Liam put some music on and got started. Cole heard the music and came in, plopping himself on his mat in the corner. I blocked both of them out as much as I could and focused on the music. I was not going to get caught looking at Liam. I was going to make him look at me.

I got on the bike to do a bit of cardio. After warming up, I spent 10 minutes doing some interval training and worked up a decent sweat. I went over to the barbell, removed several weights, muttering "fucking hero" under my breath. I started my weights with a few sets of deadlifts. I noticed Liam in the corner of my eye with a kettlebell. He was sweaty too and looked amazing doing his lifts, but I pulled my eyes away. He was watching me. Good. I tried hard to keep the smirk off my face, but it was bloody difficult.

I focussed on my next exercise. I changed the weight again for the overhead press. These were hard for me, as my upper body was weaker than my lower body. I did these as quickly as possible because I hated them and only did them now because I knew they would drive Liam to distraction.

I did some goblet squats with a dumbbell before moving to my favourite, the weighted hip thrust. I got the barbell again, sat with my back against a bench, and brought the barbell to my hips. I planted my feet, and exhaling, I leaned back onto the bench, squeezing my glutes until my upper body and hips are straight. Then I lowered and exhaled again and repeated the exercise. When I had finished the set, I lowered myself to the floor and rested.

"Do you do that at the gym?" Liam asked.

I didn't look at him, knowing I would smile if I did. "Yeah. Why? Am I doing it wrong?" I knew full well I was doing it right.

"No, your form is lovely," I ordered myself not to blush. Liam paused and asked, "Are there men at your gym?" Got him.

"Yeah, it's usually 75% men."

"Lucky bastards." I looked at him and giggled. I wanted to smack myself. I was trying to be sexy, not a fucking child. He was sitting on a bench press. His legs were on either side of the bench, and his elbows rested on his knees. He was still sweating, his curls plastered to his forehead. His arms glistened. I wanted him to fuck me so badly.

Composing myself, I said. "I have another set to do."

"I'm finished." He said, "Go ahead. I'll wait."

I got back into position and repeated the set. When I finished, I lowered myself back to the floor. Liam asked. "Done yet?" Liam was standing now. He had moved closer and had his hands on his hips.

"One more." I was excited. My heart rate was raised, not just from the exercise.

Liam growled impatiently.

I started my last set, and my body was trembling. I didn't know if I could do the full set. I was too excited, too turned on. Liam entered my field of vision, watching me as I worked. I wasn't going to be able to do it with him watching. I closed my eyes, found my focus, and continued.

As I finished and rolled the barbell away, Liam lifted it and put it away. I laid down on my back and stretched out my muscles.

Liam stood over me. "You did that on purpose." It wasn't a question.

Still trying to play innocent, I said, "I don't know what you're talking about. I was just working out."

"Get up."

"I'm stretching."

"You're done. Get up."

I smiled at him and put my hand out. "Help me up?"

He grasped my hand and lifted me. He pulled me close and kissed me hard. "You're a fucking tease." He said. He didn't let me go. He held me tighter, his hand resting on my arse.

I started to protest that I didn't know what he was talking about, but he spanked me and said. "Don't deny it." He said, lifting me and wrapping my legs around his waist. "You know you were trying to get me hard." I could feel him against me. It had worked. "Since it worked, you can deal with it." His voice had taken on the gravelly tone he used when he was turned-on. It thrilled me. I put my arms around Liam's neck. Kissing me again, he walked out of the room. His lips tasted salty as I kissed him back.

"Where are you taking me?" I asked.

"I'm giving you what you want. I'm going to fuck you."

"I didn't say that I wanted that," I said. Oh, but I did want that.

"You didn't have to," Liam said. He pushed me against the wall in the elevator as he pressed the button. "You know what to say if you want me to stop." He looked me in the eyes, "Anytime you want me to stop, I will. Don't hesitate or do anything you don't want to." I nodded to show him I understood. "Good."

When the lift opened, he took me to the bathroom we had used last night. I chuckled when I saw his clothes were still in a pile on the floor. He had let the water out of the bath and replaced my robe.

Liam took me over to the shower. "Shoes off," he said, and I took my shoes and socks off while he did the same. "Let your hair down." I pulled the band out and shook my hair until the curls fell around my shoulders. "Take your pants off." I lowered my tights slowly and stepped out of them. Liam did the same I could see how hard he was now. He continued to tell me to undress as he did the same until we both stood, our bodies bare.

He was beautiful standing there naked and hard. His arms looked more impressive than usual because of his work out. I wanted to touch him. I stepped closer to him and put my hand on his bicep. I felt my way up his arm, over his shoulder and across his collarbone. I stood on my toes to kiss his neck while I felt his chest. I reached my hands around his back and pressed myself against him. "Get in," he said. "Hurry."

I let him go and got into the shower. The temperature was perfect, and I let the water run all over me. I ran my hands through my hair to make sure it was all wet before turning around and facing Liam. He turned me around until I met the wall and used his body to shepherd me until my whole body was against it.

The tiles were cold, instantly making my nipples grow hard and tingly, sending ripples of pleasure down to my sex. My arms were pulled behind my back, elbows bent and forearms next to each other. Liam's body pushed into me, holding them there. In this position, I was helpless, and at his will, he could do what he wanted. It excited me. My whole centre throbbed. I wanted him. He was taking too long.

Liam's knees forced my legs apart, and I could feel my slick arousal on my thighs. He tilted my hips so my bottom jutted out. I thought of how I must look, arse out, legs apart, arms behind my back with my breasts and face pushed into the wall, his huge body covering mine. He leaned his head on the tiles next to mine, and his teeth nipped at my ear. I shivered in pleasure, in desperation and need.

I cried out in shock and relief as I felt Liam's fingers reaching around and parting my slit. "Fuck," he growled into my ear. "You feel so fucking good." He found my clit and played with me.

I cried out. I was so aroused I was almost too sensitive for his touch to feel good. I tried to pull away, but Liam's hold was firm. His fingers followed my every movement, not willing to let go until their mission was complete. He kissed and bit my neck and shoulders, adding more sensations to my already overwhelmed body. I didn't think I'd be able to take it.

Then it felt good, better than good, and I was able to stay still and let him have me. Liam's fingers danced over me. My cries quickened, and my body felt tight. I knew my climax was fast approaching.

Liam knew too. "Are you going to cum, Lana?" He stopped kissing me and watched my face. I couldn't say anything. I was too strung out, too close. I nodded as best I could. Liam put his hand into my hair and pulled my head back.

"After you cum I'm going to stick my cock into your tight wet pussy and fuck you until I cum. Is that what you wanted, Lana? Is that what you wanted when you got dressed in your skin-tight clothes? When you wore that bra that pushed your perky little tits together? When you lifted those weights, and I had to watch you thrust your arse and hips around? Is this what you wanted?" I tied to say yes, but instead, I came undone.

Liam kissed me, his mouth consuming me, his tongue owning my mouth as little aftershocks rippled through me. He took what little breath I had, and I was left gasping. The sound of the shower was suddenly thunderous in my ears as my senses returned. The stream of water was hot against my cooling skin, but it felt good. I was still gasping when I felt Liam's cock at my entrance. He stood up straight, releasing my hair and arms. Although they ached, I put my arms against the wall to brace for what I knew was to come.

His hands steadied my hips as his cock parted me, opening me up to him. I heard him groan as he entered me. I was tight from my orgasm, but I was so wet and relaxed he slid in quickly. His size stretched me until I was full, and he had sheathed himself completely. He wasted no time and immediately ploughed into me. Each thrust was rough, almost reaching the point of painful, but always just shy. I pushed back into him, arching my back further to give his movements more room.

His fingers dug deep into my hips as he forced them back to meet his. Each push seemed to elicit a deep exhale from Liam's throat, a growl that grew more shallow with each moment. I heard him bellow as his hands reached up for my shoulders. He pulled my shoulders down as he pushed so hard into me, I thought I would split in two. He held me there for a moment as he let go into me, and I cried out, unsure if it hurt or felt like heaven. I felt him release inside me, pulling me down while he pushed into me. I almost cried no more, but it would have been a lie because the hurt was too sweet.

Liam's head lulled onto my back as he released my shoulders and regained his breath. He lifted his head to turn me around. With my back against the tiles, he once more leaned into me, this time just to hold me, his head buried in my neck. I held him to me, wanting his comfort, and he kissed my neck softly, moving up to my face and kissing my lips.

He was smiling as he brushed my hair off my face. Then he moved me under the water. He found the body wash, couldn't find a sponge or anything so he just used his hands to wash me. He ran his hands all over my body, and it felt heavenly. He rubbed my shoulders, massaging deep into me, his thumbs moving so deeply they almost hurt. Any tension I had left fell away, and I felt light and free. He gave himself a quick wash before he stepped out and brought me a robe and slipped one on himself.

"Finally, you decide to cover up," I said as I watched him use a towel to dry his hair. His curls were a cute little mess on his head almost fluffing up like a duckling.

"Yeah, righto mate." He said, using my slang back at me.

I laughed. "Seems I'll make an Aussie out of you yet."

"Pull your head in," Liam said, complete with a halfway decent accent.

"What the hell? I don't think I've told you that one!"

Liam smiled and kissed me on the nose. "That one I learned from Boyd."

"Who's Boyd?"

"Boyd McCarthy. He is going to play my best friend. He's helped me out with a few phrases. However, I don't entirely trust him. He tried to get me to believe in drop bears."

"I like him already," I said as I gathered my clothes.

"Well, you'll meet him on Thursday."

"I still don't know what to wear to that."

Liam had his clothes, and we went downstairs. "I can take you shopping tomorrow if you'd like."

"I wouldn't even know where to start."

"Usually, high-end fashion boutiques or department stores."

I thought for a minute. We had arrived in the bedroom, and Liam went into his dressing room.

"Ok. I think a department store. They will have everything I need, shoes and a bag. We won't have to go to a million places."

"If you want to go to a few boutiques as well, I don't mind. We can take as long as you want."

I shook my head. "I don't like clothes shopping. I order most of my stuff online. I'd rather spend a day online shopping than dealing with crowds in shopping centres. I'm only agreeing to go into a shop because I have no idea what's in fashion or if I enough time to get the right dress online." I looked at my bag, "Hey Liam, what are we doing for dinner? Are we staying in?"

"What does it look like?" Liam came out in his tracksuit pants.

"Fair enough, tracky dacks it is."

Part 16

#original character #original fiction #romantic story #happy ever after

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i-hate-everyone--equal · 4 years

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Freeridge's Advocate.

I do not own on my block only my characters and this is chapter 2 of this fanfic. I also do not speak spanish so please bear with me.

Waking up to a raging hangover was not one of the things I wanted to go through this early in the morning. It's a real struggle to open my eyes and when I do dizziness, lines, and stars are the only things in my sights for awhile. That's why it takes me a while til I notice that I was the only one in the room. Letting out a long groan before sitting up and stretching that only meant that Juju didnt sleep much at all. Turning to grab my phone I see purple glaring numbers reading 05:49. I let out another long groan. I've only slept for 2 hours and, let me tell you my body can feel that shit.

Hearing my name being called from downstairs is the only thing that breaks me out of my thoughts. I hear her coming running like a stampede..... 'If I hurry and jump out the window I might be able to make it to my car.......' the thoughts causing me to shake my head and pause for a brief second....did I really just debate jumping out the window because I didn't feel like dealing with my - the closed door banged open to reveal my dreaded sister.

"SISSY THERE IS NO FOOD!" What time is it?

Not even 6 o clock and this mother fucker's worried bout food. Is she crying?

"What are you crying for?" I groaned out. The hangover I developed from drinking too much last night really whooping my ass. Whilst my youngest triplet is not making my life any easier. I should've taken an aspirin before I started drinking then I wouldn't even have a headache. Glancing over to my right I see that Nena is still peacefully sleeping. That girl didn't even let the 5.6 earthquake or the category 4 hurricane wake her up that we were in a year ago.

"Theres no food!!!" Aaliyah continued to scream again with her dramatic ass. Her auburn dreadlocks swinging against her caramel skin, and her hazel eyes wide with worry as she waved her arms around in a save me jesus motion. Other wise known as the help me lord and my personal favorite jesus take the wheel motion. Where she be getting all the energy from in the morning? Definitely not from I nor anyone else in the family. Looking closely at her face I see nothing but exhaustion....and hunger.

Leveling her with a glare I wait until she is finished doing her little food macarena. Which doesnt take long at all.

"What the hell you want me to do about it?" Damn near letting the words leave my lips in growls. This puta know damn well that I'm not a morning person. She turned her pleading watery eyes to me. That really being the only answer I needed and really wanting to get away from her gordita ass. I let out a long groan and quickly get up knowing I won't be able to sleep if plum wakes up hungry and already having one of mi bebés with tears in her eyes at my door, crying for food as if she hasn't eaten in weeks. I turn towards my night bag to get my stuff and get ready I go into the updated bathroom not sparing the time to appreciate being far too ticked off to look anywhere but the sink and mirror. Brushing my teeth before throwing on a black strapless crop top, and some light blue pants along with some black soldier boots. I head out of my room mi hermanas no where to be seen hopefully going to catch a few more hours of sleep together.

Before leaving I glance back into the master room to see plum sleeping with her ass up in the air. Causing me to let out a light chuckle. She's one of the only things that gets me laughing now a days and she'll probably be just as hungry as Liyah when she wakes up. Shaking my head I quietly cover her with a blanket before closing the bedroom door and heading for the front door.

Making sure my .9mm is loaded and grabbing my wallet I close and lock the door before running to my all black impala. Wanting to get this over with I set the course to a Walmart in freeridge, seeing as it was a 20 minute drive I take off. Cruising to Like me by Joey Badass.....Maybe arriving a little sooner that expected because of my magical driving skills.

I walk in and the store was basically empty at this god forbidden time. Not even the workers look like they want to be here at 6 something in the morning. Huffing I begin to walk through the aisles and grab everyones favorite food so I don't have to hear they loud mouth. Making sure to grab some chocolate cookies for Nena while also grabbing some bacon bites for Cerberus. While getting things for this weeks dinner I start walking to the milk section. Nena has been begging me to make chocolate mouse for a while and it could be a good quick new home dessert. Grabbing 2 glass cartons full of 2% white and chocolate milk I was putting them into the cart when I suddenly hear some shuffling in the next aisle over going towards the bathroom behind the she section. Glancing over, I see a boy about the same age as me in very bad shape trying to go into the men's bathroom. He was leaking blood from the various cuts on his body and just slowly shuffling along until he finally made it through the bathroom doors.

....

Deciding to mind my own damn business I carry my ass on to the other aisles I needed to go down. Really too tired and not trying to be superman and get into anything over my head with my still existing hangover. All those hope's and dreams are smashed through the window though when I suddenly hear.

" Where that lil nigga go?!" Glancing down the candy aisle like some irked off oompa loompa, I see three niggas all of them wearing turd green and piss yellow shirts. All of them looking to be 20 or over so why they looking for a little beaten up boy? The one who spoke seems to be the one in the middle. He had a faded hair cut and a lot of badly placed tattoos on his face one of them being numb which he had tattooed in giant letters under his eye.

"They going to kill us if we lost him. This the first time they let him out since Spooky got locked up!!" The second guy who spoke up was a lighter shade than the other two. He had very short dreads on the top of his head the rest of his hair was shaved off he didn't have any tattoos on his face but, I think he should reconsider and follow into his friends footsteps. Everything on him was just begging to be covered up with ink he was big and ugly all around from his eyes, to his nose, to his teeth. The true definition of having a face only a mother could love.

Spooky?? ...Well damn lil vato doesnt even have any back up....Lemme go mind my business before, I get caught up in something I dont need to.

"Go check the bathrooms!" Yep just going to walk right passed and go pay for my things.

Going straight into the bathroom following the three guys I silently get behind them to see the biggest one who had long nappy dreaded hair holding the poor kid up by his torn shirt. The fear in his brown eyes triggering something in me causing me to move. First knocking the two people in front of me out by pinching pressure points on their necks. The boy's eyes widened probably just realizing I'm not with the other black people. I go up to the biggest guy grabbing the arm that wasnt holding the boy up and dislocating it. Shoving my glock into his mouth when he tried to scream not letting him look at me.

"Let him go." My deadly calm voice rang out. Promising pain if he didnt do what I wanted in the next 5 seconds. Dropping the kid as if he was made of fire......... this nigga just pissed himself... Alright.

Pistol whipping him in the face to knock him out, I swiftly grab the boy and begin wrapping him up in his jacket. I grab his arm gently and start to lead him out the bathroom to my cart, then to the register to pay before walking out.

Putting my groceries into the car I turn my head to look at the scared boy and notice he got some bushy ass eyebrows. Also noticing his torn clothes while also looking at his beat up and bleeding face. So deciding to put off the eyebrow subject until later I fully turn to the kid.

"Are you coming with me?" The boy looked shocked when I asked him that. Sighing, I continued. I wish Liyah was here she's the one who talks to people. Not that I can't it's just more of an annoyance more than anything.

"I wont hurt you and, I dont have anything to patch you up here so are you coming?" Patiently waiting until I see him nodding his head, his eyebrows growing up and down along with his head but suprisingly not moving an inch off his face. He goes to the passenger seat trying to open the door as you would a regular car.

I hold back my giggles, as his eyes damn near popping out of his skull when the butterfly doors did what they were supposed to. Going towards the driver seat I get in the car.

"My name is Elaina." I said turning to him once I finished getting situated in the car. "My name is Cesar."

"Well Cesar, you got any family you need to call to come get you?" He looks down at his lap. "My brother is in jail. Has been for 2 years now." 'Hm. That's not reassuring. Does he have the same eyebrows as you salad?' Looking forward for him to continue but only becoming disappointed when he doesnt keep talking....

"Alright let's go home then." Starting the car I speed out the parking lot."Thank you for helping me." I heard his pained mumble. Turning my head to see him glancing around the carbody still tended up from the ass whooping he just got, before finally deciding to just look out the window. "Anytime mijo I would want the same to be done for my sisters."

"How many sisters do you have?" He asked turning towards me. Damn....this kid got some bushy ass eyebrows. "I used to have 5." My simple but monotone tone of voice rang out through the car throat tightening at the mere thought of my elder sisters. "Now I have 3. Aaliyah, Julianna, and Arianna. You'll met them when we arrive at the house. We're almost there hold on tight." Going way above the speed limit I arrive at the street 15 minutes later. While driving down the road I notice a moving truck parked in front of the house. I keep driving til I was parked right next to it in front of the new house.

Turning towards Cesar to tell him to get out but, letting out a laugh when I see him clinging to the seats for dear life."Sorry I do drive a little fast." He turned his wide brown eyes to me as if I'm crazy, but he didnt die so..... Letting his eyes wonder over to the house I swear I see them get a little bit bigger.

"Come help me with the groceries and let's go get you patched up." Walking into the house with bags of food. I go straight to the kitchen its cherry wood cabinets the first thing that catches my attention. The silver flat top stove on the marbled cherrywood island in the middle of the kitchen. The ovens were mounted inside the cabinets so you dont have to bend to bake it put things in the oven. 'I'm going to be able to cook my ass off in this.'

"Juju!! Come help me please!!" I screamed while passing into the kitchen. Motioning for Cesar to hop on to the marble island. "Yeah Sissy?" I hear her say before catching sight of Cesar. "Oh sweetie what happened?" She said in her soothing southern voice.

" I saved him from some niggas while shopping. Can you patch him up? LIYAH GET YOU ASS DOWN HERE!!" Where the hell that puta at?? Waking me up at the unforgivable hour to not have her ass down here when I bring her damn food. "Sissy I'm fixing up my room!"....No this bitch did not just.

"Alright then I'm eating your cheetos!"

...

Yeah move them feet bitch. "Not my cheetos!!!!!" She screams rampaging into the kitchen wearing a baggy t shirt and some sweats. Stopping abruptly when she bumps into the Mexican boy who had yet to sit on the counter because Juju was checking out all of his injuries. She let's out a squeak"H-Hi."

Did she just stutter? Quickly turning to look at Juju who was already looking at me with amusement and amazement. Aaliyah miss 'hey what you trying to do tonight attitude' is stuttering? Dont get me wrong I know she is still a virgin all of us are but I also know damn well no one has ever gotten her to squeak out just a hi. "Hola princesa." Cesar replied smirking. Oh so you tryna get at my sister okay Salad but, you could tell he was just as captivated in her as she was in him. She shyly puts up a smile the blush that had started to creep when she set eyes on the eyebrow warrior had damn near caked her cheeks much to her horror and my satisfaction. The older sister in me enjoying seeing her little sister embarrass herself every once in awhile. She then turns and high tails it out the kitchen as if a hell hound was on her heels.

'The fuck is her problem?' I think heading out the kitchen. She ruined my fucking show. "Nana can you put the groceries up while I got check on this puta?" I asked her, before going after my little sister. Walking down the hallways passing people putting furniture away according to the interior designers instructions. I finally see her going into a room with a rose painted on the door. Well that is her favorite flower and shes an artist so I'm not surprised to see her already painting up the house and it's not like I mind as long as I can paint some of the rooms and doors as well. Walking into her room I notice my daughter playing with some toys on Liyah's bed.....and Liyah is going through her bags??

Once she sees me in the door way though she drags me into her room.

"Who is sexy in the kitchen?! You cant just bring home cute people and not tell me!! Look at what I'm wearing!" Oh this horny little mother-

"Sorry sis I didnt know I would be saving anyone at walmart today. Next time I'll be sure to tell you where to go shove it next time your hungry." I said teasing walking over to Nena who was dressed in her favorite blue jeans and a plain grey shirt.

While ignoring my sister's call of "No!That's not what I mean." She was making the t rex eat the little soldiers because they stole her cookies.'....Damn right mija you protect your cookies.' joining her by grabbing another t rex I begin to Nom Nom Nom on the soldiers who were just trying to escape the inevitable. I ended up tickling her stomach and she started laughing her little ass off.

"ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME!!!!" I hear a yell from down the hall. All three in the room groaning upon recognizing the tone of voice and how close it was to the room. All of us looking at each other but before we could say anything the voice of Ari continued.

"I SAID I DIDN'T WANT IT RIGHT THERE ARE YOU RETARDED ESE DO YOU KNOW WHO MY SISSY IS?!!"

Grabbing Nena, I start heading to the sound of the banshee. I spot her and her dyed blonde hair screaming at one of the very handsome but obviously Puerto Rican male mover. I take a really good look at her as I'm walking over. She's a shade lighter than any of us from how long shes had to stay inside.

"Hey princessa how about we not call the people who decorate the house and have our things in their hands retarded." My voice turning into what my sisters calls my 'Persephone' side I just call it my serious voice. Thinking about it I really do love Arianna, before the disease took over her and her sister she was the sweetest little girl always being polite and caring. Then once shit went down and got real she became critically depressed not saying that she didn't have a right to but when she fell in the deep hole of depression, and we all fell in right after her. Not that it was any of her fault it just seems like once the cancer came, life just got worse every where else to. After beating the cancer, shit just got more real in Crenshaw forcing all of us to do some things we regret but then we left there on good terms with everything before moving here. Although now she hides her hurt and pain behind this spoiled princess act.

"Sissy I want him fired right now!" What did he even do for you to come at him like this? Looking around I notice everything looks fine. They actually did a great job decorating for all my brother is worth in the sibling department you cant deny that he does know our style.

"What's the problem Ari?" I said with a light shrug after examining the house making sure there was nothing actually wrong. Also while loving all the plants the movers were placing around the house. Just as that thought crosse my mind 2 workers both with

hands full of bamboo palm, ivy, and moss cane all great plants for air filtration. Making a small note in my head to put some air filtering plants onto the med room I being my attention back on the subject at hand.

"THEY GAVE ME THE SMALLEST ROOM! I WANT THE MASTER BEDROOM!" She screamed in my face...screamed....in my motherfucking face?

Has this bitch lost her mind? Looking down at Nena I see her giving Ari the same look of have you lost your mind? 'I'm bout to whoop her ass.'I think to myself as I hear the little devil behind my ear saying 'grab her by her dyed blonde hair and toss her ass over the railing down towards the pits of hell where she belongs.' Yet, on the left side the side I was holding Nena I hear the little angel 'there is no need for anymore violence in front of Nena not when you can help it.' Looking into her hazel eyes I reel in the ratchet grab a hatchet attitude until I'm calm enough to put this bitch in her place.

"Who are you talking to?" I ask in the calmest voice I could manage at the time. Knowing that shes probably just stressed from the giant move. Though she did want a fresh start all she ever knew was Crenshaw and it was hard for her to finally open up to me about it before moving. She kept creeping around me until she finally broke down the night before the move. The silly duck. My thoughts already beginning to calm me down, and though I tried my best considering how everyone in the hallway paled I think I did a pretty horrible job.

"Sissy I wanted the master bedroom." She said in her high pitched guilty voice changing her attitude quick and taking a few steps back while ducking her head down in submission. Although, her spoiled ass still dares asking me for the master bedroom after showing me that type of disrespect. Dont do it.....dont do it.

"Go to your room." Before turning to Nena not sparing a glance at the young girl who ran into the room she most definitely deserved acting like that. Nena was looking at me with amazement "Your like a Afro-Mexican black widow mama." Damn right and dont you forget it bebe kissing her forehead to thank her for the compliment. I look up and see no one around.

Hm.

I need to go check on Cesar and find out when Cerberus will arrive. Walking down on the dark wood floors and through the grey walls of the house. Listening to Nena's talk of the latest episode of teen titans, I realize I have everything I could have ever wanted in my life. My sisters all well and happy, my brothers out living whatever lives they want at the time...but I still feel so empty a very dark place in my mind said, its voice like a whisper.....always like a whisper when I have Nena in my arms.

Passing through the long hallway connecting the front and back doors I entered the kitchen to see.....no one there? Alright where these putas at? Turning around I see the worker that I saved earlier from the fire breathing dragon, behind me looking like he wanted to say something, with the way he was nervously posted up. His handsome face down casted as if I'd castrate him if he spoke something wrong. Admittedly something I have done before but not without proper cause. I seriously haven't been around people this scared of someone whose holding a three year old in their arms.

"T-THANK YOU!!!" He screams out at the top of his lungs in my kitchen. Hm. Looking down at Nena I see her giving the cutest confused look with her head cocked to the side. So I unconsciously adapted the same bewildered position looking back up to the mover.

"Are you okay?" I asked quietly. Scared he was going to faint at any givin moment. Looking at the way his chest heaved up and down from what I would assume is fear. My hermano would've had everyone he sent drug tested before sending them here to help move after what happened last time. Also knowing they were all my brothers trained people I continue to look at him. 'Maybe he's just nervous' I tell myself still reaching down to grab the gun on my waist discreetly.

"No-no one has ever saved me before." He nervously stated looking down at the ground like I kicked his puppy. He looks young but a couple of years maybe like 17 or 18. He honestly looks like someone whose been drastically hurt recently by the real world. I think I can get a good story out of him maybe a good friendship? Still staring at him with a neutral look in my eyes.

"Walk with me."I said walking down the hallway in search of my lost sisters and puppo. I find them in the Med room. Smoking weed out of two of the bongs.

The workers did a great job putting everything away as fast as possible. Everything in the main house was done I'm assuming they working on the kitchen now by the sound of it.

I spot eyebrow lord all bandaged up leaning against one of the bean bag chairs with Liyah in some shorts and a baggie shirt with her dreads up in a bun. Cesar also has a new all black outfit with a tee and long pants and his golden chain. I see them awfully close to one another. Walking inside and motioning for the worker to close and relax by the door.

"Ooh what's going on in here?" I say in a playful sexy voice before placing Nena down who automatically goes to the fish tank to see if there were any fish in there yet. Once she finds out that there is just water in there she goes off to explore. Shouting with joy once she spotted the giant black Pres canary Cane Corso mix. Who was more than happy to cover her face full of doggy kisses. Clearly missing his little hooman despite only being apart for a full 24 hours. Turning away from her, he takes off to play chase with her somewhere in the house. Walking over to Juju, I take a seat next to her on the same bean bag basically in her lap, hitting the bong when she comes up for air.

Looking over I see that my sister has seriously put a claim down on Cesar one that she knows that everyone will respect. Especially Juju and I considering how we always liked older men.

I have to admit though, Liyah has that boy hypnotized with the way hes looking at her. Though when I look at her she is just as captivated in him something she will try to deny later on. Turning my head to Juju after being tired of watching them eye rape each other I see that she has come to the same conclusion I have. Smiling and getting her attention I start making kissy faces.

Maybe people might think I'm making too light of the situation with how young all of us are but, what can I say if your old enough to fully carry out a blood mission your old enough to fuck, smoke, and swallow whatever you want in my book.

Grabbing my phone I look to see the numbers 18:00 blaring at me from the screen and no messages. "Come cook with me." I said to Juju. She's not doing anything anyway. Knowing she will follow me I head into the kitchen. Nodding to the worker to follow before I fully leave the room.

"Chica she looks in love." Juju said with a giant smile causing one to spread on my lips as well.

"I know I've never seen her like this." I said going in to the fridge to pull out the chicken I brought from the store. "It's good for her. She's smart enough not to fall in love at first sight though. Let's take them out somewhere tonight so they could go on a date!" Juju says enthusiastically. Before leaning on the kitchen counter.

"Juju it's only been a few hours calm down." I said laughing "Plus the poor boy just got patched up." I continued.

"You're right sissy." Juju said nodding her head as if I made the discovery of the century "We'll do it tomorrow!"

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My idea is basically a Summary of a woman’s day

As simple as it may sound, a day in a woman's life can be quite complex, definitely more complicated than men. From the moment she wakes up she can start her day with a ten-step skincare routine to prep her skin for makeup. The makeup routine itself can vary according to the occasion. Natural makeup for an everyday look and a heavier glam for a night out. Also, she keeps into consideration what she's planning to wear as the colors of the outfit should coordinate with the colors on her face. Planning for the outfit isn't as easy as it sounds, it can turn the wardrobe outside down. The female urges to wear a new outfit requires complex planning and building like how an engineer builds a house. After that, she plans on what to eat for the rest of the day. An outing with friends to try new food and desserts that can be posted for an Instagram story. Also, her decision on what to eat can be chosen according to the color of the outfit she's wearing or what is more Instagram able. An outing isn't complete without the girls taking cute and funny pictures with each other. Quality time with friends and a genuine laugh can end with a girls’ night sleepover. Girls’ night can consist of more food, games, and a movie. Also, quality time with friends can not be ended without gossips.

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Friends are people who know and understand us well. They are people who I can feel satisfied with. Also, they are people who you can share with them your personal secrets and any serious situation without being confused or afraid of judgments. Friends are an essential part of anyone's life. I want to analyze this project as I found it similar to my idea. Friends can encourage and stand by us in any difficult situation. Additionally, when a lady feels ugly or less confident, their friends can convince them easily that they are definitely the most beautiful. Real friends will always definitely provide us with genuine and cheerful moments. In this example, you will find some girls having fun together. Also, they were taking some joyful photos while doing makeup. Moreover, doing makeup with friends is much more complex than doing it alone because, during this situation, your friends will interrupt you with some jokes until you fall to the ground. Also, you might find the one who always says that she is the most professional in doing makeup, and she isn't. Additionally, they were making some crazy moments to remember later. Furthermore, in any girls' group, you will find a specialist in makeup, hairstylist, fashion consultant, decision taker, caring mother, food consultant, and gossip girl. Hence, girls' meetings had a lot of secrets that you wouldn't find in any discussions.

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Deciding an outfit could be one of the hardest decisions a girl can take. She wants to dress according to the occasion she's going to and to fit in. She worries too much about being either overdressed or underdressed to where she's going. The color of the outfit chosen may depend on the mood she wakes up to this morning. Colorful and bright colors for feeling energetic and fruitful, Black and neutral colors for feeling classy and elegant, and pink and peachy colors for feeling cute and lovely. Color combinations are the mix and match of different moods altogether. A girl's decision in her outfit can be influenced by other factors like asking her friends or her brother telling her to go wear something else. Sometimes a girl doesn't wear what she wants because she is scared of other people's opinions or her overprotective parents doesn’t seem to like it. The outfit is a major part of how the mood for the rest of the day will flow. That's why girls are so indecisive when making this decision and give it so much importance. The process can disturb the image of the room with all clothes out thrown on the floor to choose from. Also, what accessories to combine and what shoes to match is another hectic process. All this just to look presentable and in the best looking way as she can because the outfit speaks for who the person is without them having to speak.

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“I have nothing to wear” is every girl's favorite sentence when they are searching through their closet. The need for more clothes and outfits is fulfilled by new fashioned trends. Shopping may be an addicting part of a girl’s life. For some, they shop when they're depressed to feel better, and for others they do it for fun. Girls spend most of their money on what they wear, as well as their time. She can spend hours and hours in front of a mirror figuring out an outfit. She's craving to be seen in the most beautiful state she can be in. Being in an outfit she likes changes her mood and boosts her confidence. Fashion brands cater to different tastes and styles. Girls go shop for clothes that can fit their personality. Clothes tell a story. That's why they say you know the personality of the person from the clothes they wear. The fashion industry is one of the most growing profitable industries in the world. Fast fashion launches clothes according to 52 micro-seasons, not the four traditional seasons. This gives girls constant access to new trends, styles, and versatility. This tells you how much shopping is an important part of a girl's life and how much they are willing to spend to please their wardrobe. Girls are never bored of shopping as it is an unending cycle of new trends.

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