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yikesharringrove · 4 years

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hello !! may i request billy trying to "woo" steve but hes oblivious to it ? and it gets to a point where nacy is Tired of billy looking like That when steve plays offs his advances and she just decides to help him out with a relucent jonathan ? robin is there too but she isn't gonna say anything bc she loves a good show. thank you !!!

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Jonathan was sitting on the counter, Nancy leaning on his legs when Billy walked in.

He smiled sheepishly at them, heading towards where Steve was behind the counter, chatting as he rewound tapes. He ducked over into the horror section, re-emerging quickly, obviously knew what he was comin’ in for.

“Oh, Exorcist. I haven’t seen this one. Steve was all smiles as he stood up to help Billy.

“It’s pretty good. Lots a’ gore, and stuff.” Billy side eyed Jon and Nancy, leaning a little further over the counter. “We could watch it together, if you wanted.”

Billy had gotten a nice studio apartment in downtown Hawkins with the government cash out he had gotten from the whole Starcourt ordeal. Steve had helped him move in, hadn’t been back since.

“Sorry, man. Don’t really like horror movies.”

Nancy noted how dejected Billy looked when Steve looked down to punch in the amount on the register. Billy left with a small wave and Nancy reached over to whack Steve in the arm.

“What the hell was that for?” He was pouting at her, rubbing his arm.

“You’re an idiot, Steve Harrington.”

“What’d I do this time?”

“Billy just asked you out!” Steve’s eyes were wide.

“No?”

“Yes.”

“No, he just invited me over. He does that a lot. usually he rents movies I don��t think I would like, though.”

“He wants you to come over and get scared so he can protect you, or whatever.”

“N-no.”

“Yes. He wants to sit on the couch, and put his arm over you, and he wants you to hide your face in his chest when you’re scared literally all guys use that move.” She considered Jonathan for a moment. “Current company excluded.”

“I still don’t think he was asking me out.”

“Billy!” Nancy just so happened to be loitering near his apartment building as Billy was returning from his weekend job at the garage near family video. Billy started when she called his name.

“Uh, hey Nancy.” He was fidgeting with the buttons on his coveralls.

“Look, Steve is sweet, but he’s the most oblivious person on the planet.” Billy tightened his jaw, a shadow of his rough self, his rough pre-Starcourt self.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He tried to push past her, but she just followed him up the stairs.

“I know you were trying to ask him out yesterday.”

“Wasn’t tryna do shit.”

“I don’t care that you’re into him. I want to help you.” She rolled her eyes.

“Help me?” He raised one eyebrow as they crossed into his little apartment, appraising her. “Help me do what?” She turned to him, grinning wide.

“I’m going to help you get him.”

“He likes movies with a lot of adventure. A steady rise and fall of events. So, Indiana Jones, or Conan, or James Bond, all of those. And he loves westerns. He made me watch so many fucking westerns.”

“Sounds like he just likes hot guys.” Nancy rolled her eyes.

“He likes Barbarella, too. He doesn’t have much in the way of an attention span, so things need to be constantly happening. He took me to see Gremlins three times when it came to the Hawk.”

“Okay, so action adventure. Easy enough.”

“Well, he’s also got a big soft spot for sappy romances. And I’m talking the real sappy ones, not like Sixteen Candles, I mean Gone with the Wind, and Breakfast at Tiffany’s, and Cleopatra. He’s a big mushball, and he loves love.” Billy kinda felt like he should be taking notes at this point. “He has all these Italian films from the forties, and he says that’s what he grew up watching, and they’re all very romantic. He loves watching those, because then he’ll translate the whole time, and I think that makes him feel romantic, it’s a whole thing.”

“Wait, he speaks Italian?”

“His mother was born in Italy somewhere. It’s his first language.”

“Shit, I didn’t know that.”

“He’s quite proud of it. He was raised by his grandmother, his nonna, and still knows all of her recipes.”

“That’s cute.” Billy thought for a second. “So, I should invite him over for a movie he’d like, and if I conveniently had all the ingredients for some complicated Italian dish, just like, around, he could be into that?”

Nancy stared at him.

“Wow. You’re just as mushy as he is.”

“Don’t hate.”

“You need to help me.”

“Nance, I just don’t feel like we should get-”

“Of course we should get in the middle of this! Our friends have a chance to be happy, together.” Jonathan huffed.

“Nancy, be honest with me. Are you just trying to do this because you genuinely want Billy and Steve to be happy, or because you still feel guilty about everything that happened with Steve?” Her mouth dropped open.

“I, I don’t-no.” She shook her head. “Of course not.” Jonathan raised an eyebrow at her. “No, Jon. I want them to be happy.”

“Okay, but I still don’t think we should interfere.”

“Of course we should. You saw them the other day, they cannot do this themselves. I’ve already talked to Billy.”

“You already-Nancy.” He gave her a look.

“What? I’m helping.” He rolled his eyes.

“Nancy’s making me talk to you.” Jonathan kept his voice monotone.

“Um, about what?” Steve was reshelving tapes, Jonathan following behind him with the box full.

“About Billy.”

“What about Billy?”

“She wants to help you two get together.” Steve laughed.

“I know she means well, but he does not like me like that.”

“She seems to think he does. Apparently, she’s already talked to Billy. They’ve got a whole plan.”

“A plan? What do you mean?”

“She told him all of your favorite movies and they’re idea is that you’ll go to his place and you’ll cook dinner together and watch a movie.”

Steve’s eyes were big when he looked up at Jonathan.

“Wait he, there’s actually a plan?” He was picking at the peeling sticker on a Cinderella tape. “What are we gonna cook?”

“I don’t know. Billy said he’s just gonna get a bunch of vague Italian shit, his words, and he’s hoping you’ll take over from there.” Steve smiled to himself.

“Um, you think you could get him a list? So he doesn’t just have to buy stuff.” Jonathan furrowed his brows.

“Wait so, you’re good with this?”

“I mean, it’s kinda, it’s kinda sweet.”

“So, her plan worked?”

“Well, I still gotta go on the date.” Steve returned to shelving tapes.

“But, you’re going?”

“Yeah. If he asks.”

“Get me a grocery list. And believe me, he’ll ask.”

Steve had picked one of his favorite recipes, giving Jonathan a list to casually slip to Billy.

He had been waiting all week for Billy to come back, rent some movie he loves, and ask him over.

But it had been days since he had spoken with Jonathan.

And he was losing hope.

“What’s up, Mopey?” Robin was fake pouting at him.

“Billy hasn’t been in in a while. Is all.” Steve shrugged, tried to act all casual.

Robin rolled her eyes.

“Missing your boyfriend?”

“Shut up.” His face was red as he mumbled. “Nancy and Jonathan kinda, they kinda made a plan, and I think he’s just, I think Billy’s not actually gonna go through with it.” She sighed.

“Look, I told Nancy I was not gonna get mixed up in this, but, he likes you, Dingus. He’s not backing out, he’s not blowing you off. Take a breath.”

“I’m just, I care about him, you know? He’s been through a lot. I don’t wanna fuck it up.” Steve was scuffing his foot against the ground, watching it intently. “I always fuck it up.”

“Hey, it’s just one date. And maybe there’ll be a next, and a next, but for now, take the date. Have a good night.”

Jonathan was back on the counter, watching Billy psych himself up outside.

He was hoping from foot to foot, obviously practicing everything he was gonna say.

Steve was being very good at not making eye contact with everyone.

The bell above the door made a loud sound as Billy shoved it open.

He stared at his feet as he hid himself in one of the aisles.

Steve gave Nancy a panicked look.

“Breathe,” She hissed at him. He took a few deep breaths in and out of his mouth, his eyebrows scrunched together.

A few minutes later, just as Steve had calmed himself down, Billy came back out of the aisle, a few different tapes in his hands.

He set the tapes down, giving Steve a nice smile, a real smile.

“Hey, Bill.” Steve wasn’t even looking at the tapes.

“Hi, Pretty Boy.” Steve flushed. “What’re you up to tonight?”

It was painful, watching the two of them dance around one another. Billy didn’t know Steve was in on the plan, didn’t know Steve was fucking vibrating and the speed of sound for Billy to ask him out.

“Um, nothing much. Just gonna go home.”

Nancy slapped Jonathan’s leg, pulling him into one of the aisles, spying on the two from around the shelf. Robin stayed sitting behind Steve, snapping her gum.

“You could come over, if you want. Watch one a’ these.” Steve finally looked down at the tapes, brightening up right away.

“I love Barbarella.”

“That’s ‘cause you’re a human.” Steve laughed as he punched in the amount. There were beginning to fall into a rhythm, Steve picking up the next tape.

“Oh shit.” He was holding the Sound of Music tape like it was made of gold. “I used to really love this movie.”

“We can watch it, if you want. I’ve never seen it.” Steve looked at him like he had an extra head.

“You’ve never seen it? Billy, what the fuck? We’re so watching this tonight.” He picked up the last tape.

“That one I got for me.”

“I uh, I didn’t even know this movie existed.” He was staring wearily at the mutant on the front, tracing the font spelling out Forbidden World.

“Oh Pretty Boy, you’d hate it.” Steve laughed. He took Billy’s neat bills, practiced hands made quick change.

Their hands brushed as Steve passed over the coins.

“You want me to bring anything? Tonight?”

“Just yourself.”

“Nothing for dinner?”

“I mean, I got some stuff. If you wanna, like, make something.” Billy was fidgeting with the tapes.

“Yeah, I, uh, I really like cooking. We could, like, cook together.”

“I’d like that.” Steve gave Billy one of his sunshiniest smiles. Made Billy melt a little. “What time you get off?”

“Five.”

“Be over as soon as you can, then.”

“Okay. Yeah, I’ll be there.”

“It’s a date then, Stevie.” Steve was grinning like he had won the fucking lottery. Billy gave him a stupid little two finger salute, nearly ramming into the glass door on this way out.

Steve waited until Billy was safely out of view of the storefront windows before he lost his shit.

He was wiggling around like the happiest little worm, Nancy coming out of hiding to give him a hug.

Robin snapped her gum at him when he tried to get near her, so he hugged Nancy again.

“Hey, thank you guys. For, for everything.” Jonathan clapped him on the back.

“No problem, man. Just do us all a favor, and get laid.”

#I almost never write post season 3 that isnt a #they burned it out of Billy au #cause I lowkey fucking hate most of that season lol #yikes writes #steve harrington #billy hargrove #steve harrington x billy hargrove #billy hargrove x steve harrington #harringrove #harringrove fic #harringrove ficlet #harringrove drabble

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himbowelsh · 4 years

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Tough choice but may as well go in order. Guarnere, please. Thank you.

valentines day alphabet ( accepting! )

A : AFFECTION. how does your muse show affection?

Bill is very verbal about his affection. When he cares for someone, he’ll say it loud and proud. He’s always had a big mouth, but that just means he ain’t shy about telling people exactly how he feels --- and he’s liberal with praise, when it’s earned. He also shows affection by standing by people, having their backs through anything. If Bill will fight for someone, it means they’re worth it; if he fights with someone, it means he loves them.

B : BOUQUET. does your muse like flowers? which ones are their favourite?

*confused Guarnere noises* what the fuck is a flower Look. He’ll go to the florist, flirt with her a little bit, and pick up something nice. That’s the best he can do. He can look very handsome marching up with a bouquet in hand, but don’t ask him what the hell’s in it.

C : CHOCOLATE. does your muse like chocolate? which one is their favourite?

He’s not a fan of most chocolates. To be honest his nonna used to make her own --- she had a recipe for sweet chocolate that was to die for, and Little Billy was her favorite taste-tester. Compared to hers, store-bought chocolate just don’t cut it.

D : DATE. what is your muse’s ideal date? where / who with / etc?

Let him handle everything and he’ll be a happy man. Let him cook the dinner himself --- he’s got a special love for cooking, especially when his partner’s gonna be enjoying it --- let him arrange the table, let him choose the music, let him decide where they roll around at the end of the night. Bill likes being in charge. Granted, he’s drawn to partners who give him a run for his money in that department... but his ideal date would be an intimate night in, just the two of them, all planned out by yours truly.

E : EMBRACE. does your muse like hugs? what are their hugs like?

Bill hugs like a football coach. Very enthusiastic, kinda rough, lots of back patting and “good job, son” energy. He’s... not good at tender hugs. If he’s trying to pump someone up, sure, he can manage that, but... hugging somebody to comfort them? He’s not so good at that. Bill has trouble being soft, but can be very supportive when needed.

F : FLIRT. is your muse good at flirting? how do they flirt?

Shameless, and shamelessly dirty. He takes flirting to a new level. Bill loves to buy people drinks and chat them up, even if he doesn’t plan on going home with them at the end of the night; it’s fun to just see how far he can push, and who’s willing to play along with him. (Nothing’s sexier than someone with a smart mouth, who can sass him right back.)

G : GIFT. is your muse good at gift - giving or do they struggle to get it right?

No one would call him bad at it, but he doesn’t always... hit the nail on the head. He tries, and will absolutely go to four different stores just to find something he knows someone’s looking for. Left to his own devices, he’ll come up with weird gifts, though. A pack of very colorful socks, an apron for a friend who can barely cook, a build-your-own-bookshelf kit for someone with no damn time. He thinks his gifts are great... but it’s easier to just give him a list.

H : HEART. is your muse quick or slow to give their heart away?

He’s quick to give it away to the right people. Bill’s got great instincts, and is good at reading someone’s character --- it’s what draws him to the friends he ends up keeping for life. Bill only gives his heart to those who are able to hold their own, who are worthy of it. He ain’t got time for fairweather friends. Either you earn Bill’s love, or you don’t.

I : I LOVE YOU. does your muse find ‘i love you’ easy or hard to say?

Annoyingly easy. He’s not gushy about it, but he likes saying it, and it’s obvious in how often he drops it --- sometimes declared loudly to their assembled group of friends, but most often muttered in a low voice, for his partner’s ears alone. Why shouldn’t he love saying it? It’s true.

J : JEALOUSY. does your muse get jealous in a relationship?

Bill Guarnere don’t get jealous, cause he knows exactly who he is, and exactly who the other guy’s not. His partner might play around to get him riled up --- and hell, he’ll do the same thing --- but he trusts they’d never look at anyone else seriously. Trust is a major element in Bill’s relationships, and he’d never really fall in love with someone he couldn’t have faith in.

K : KISS. is your muse a good kisser? why / why not?

Bill’s exactly the sort of overconfident bastard who sees a kiss as a door to something more. He doesn’t have Prince Charming instincts, but his kisses are a team effort; he’s under no illusion about calling the shots, taking his cues from his partner how far they’ll go. If they don’t want his mouth somewhere, it’s not going there. His kisses are pure fire, electric, all teeth and tongue and shameless nips. He’s not afraid of anything. He’s also a mutterer, which depending on the partner is hot or annoying as hell. He’ll grit out words of praise or curses in between kisses, pressing them against the dark marks left on his partner’s skin, until they flush an even deeper red.

L : LOVE. who does your muse love?

He loves his people. Bill considers a select group of folks his --- and once you’re in, there’s no easy way out, ‘cept for proving yourself a total jackass. Bill’s ride-or-die for his whole (massive) family, and his extensive friend group. Yeah, he’s got some he’d do more for than others --- Babe’s the only one he’d hide a body for, and he’s still got that thing Lip asked him to hold onto in his closet --- but Bill loves fiercely, and would risk it all for any one of ‘em.

M : MOONLIGHT. is morning or night a more romantic setting?

Bold of you to assume there’s a difference between morning sex and night sex to this man. Bill’s ready to go at any time.

N : NAUGHTY. what is your muse like in bed?

Extremely confident, to the point that it seems like he’s compensating for something. He’s not --- that’s the best part. Bill gets riled up very quickly, and in bed he is heated, driven, and very physical. He loves lifting his partner up by their thighs and moving them around the room, loves pressing them against walls and leaving deep red marks on their neck... vocally expressive partners really get him going. He’s not shy about dirty talk, and even less shy about letting his partner take the lead. Bill’s very much of the “work together” mindset in bed. He can go multiple rounds at a time before getting worn out, but sometimes he’ll get a cramp in the middle, and then it all goes to hell (ft. the Not Sexy kind of cursing).

O : ODE. does your muse have a way with words?

Bill has a commanding way of speaking; he doesn’t make a big deal outta being eloquent, but he captures people’s attention. He knows how to be listened to. Sometimes this can make it hard, in quieter moments, to express what’s really in his heart, when he’s so used to speaking only the boldest words, but... Bill Guarnere always manages.

P : PARTNER. what does your muse look for in a partner? looks / personality?

Bill needs someone who gives as good as they get. He’d never be happy with a shrinking violet; they’ve gotta have punch to them, a good sense of humor and firm head on their shoulders. He needs somebody loyal, a partner who’ll be by his side through thick and thin --- ‘cause even he’ll admit, he’s downright exhausting sometimes. A person with a temper, probably; someone with confidence, who says what the hell they think. Great curves are a plus, especially a nice set of boobs. Bill’s always gonna fall for someone with fire, who can keep him on his toes, and hold him up even if he’s only got one leg to stand on.

Q : QUESTION. would your muse ask the big question or expect their partner to?

Oh, he’s gonna ask. Ain’t no question, as soon as he’s got the ring, Bill Guarnere’s not wasting a second. It’s just a matter of when (as soon as he’s 95% sure he’s gonna get a good answer) and how (out to dinner at his favorite Italian restaurant, or maybe afterwards, taking a walk through the park. He wouldn’t want many eyes on them, but he’d want to do it somewhere special --- a place he and his partner could take the kids to years down the line, to boast about how it all started here.

R : ROMANCE. is your muse a romantic or a cynic?

He’s no fuckin’ tights-wearing, wishing-well-singing, ‘someday my prince will come’ asshole, but sure, he’s a romantic. Bill’s got a flair for romance; he knows how to show his partner a good time, and loves doing it, just to see the warm gleam in their eyes. Dancing all by themselves, eating a candlelight dinner he made, taking a romantic bath together... all in the Bill Guarnere playbook, sweets.

S : SWEETHEART. did your muse have a childhood sweetheart?

Not really? Look, Bill had a lot going on as a kid. He was everywhere at once; all the neighbors knew him as a holy terror, and the ones with any sense told their daughters not to get near him. Romance wasn’t first on his mind.

T : TRUE LOVE. does your muse believe in true love?

Absolutely. Point blank. Love is love, and some people are meant to be together forever. Anger can fuel a hell of a lot in you, but love’s more powerful than all of it. Anger can move mountains, but love can build them outta thin air.

U : UNREQUITED. has your muse had their heart broken?

Nope. He’s a resilient bastard. Sure, he’s had his share of rejection (and smacks in the mouth), but Bill’s not the type to take it personally.

V : VALENTINE. how does your muse feel about valentine’s day?

Well, he’s definitely never sat on the couch in his boxers eating a box of chocolate alone, and that definitely hasn’t given him a complex about giving his partner the best damn Valentine’s Day every goddamn year. (No Bill, cancel the hot air ballon, you don’t need it ---)

W : WEDDING. would your muse get married? why / why not?

Oh, hell yeah. Just give him the right person --- and he’ll find ‘em, don’t worry about that --- and Bill’s hopping on that one-way train straight to domestic bliss. He’s not in a big hurry about it, so long as his partner knows what’s what --- if he’s in a serious relationship with someone he really cares for, it’s a foregone conclusion to Bill that they’re gonna get married eventually. (He wouldn’t even think his partner might have a different viewpoint; if they did, it’d shock him to his core.)

X : XOXO. does your muse use / like pet names?

Definitely. Some are sweet, some are perverted, and some are a little bit of both. He uses them liberally.

Y : YOURS. does your muse get protective easily?

Protective could be his middle name. Bill is an incredible guy to have on your side in a rough spot; sure, he swings before he thinks, but he thinks while he’s swinging. Excellent man in a fight. No one steps in on Bill Guarnere’s loved ones and gets away scott-free, and he goes especially berserk if it’s his partner being threatened.

Z : ZZZ. how many people has your muse slept with?

Not... a number he’d be proud to admit to his Mamma, but he’s no virgin. Bill got up to more mischief overseas than he could ever find in Philly. Probably about... 8 - 9 partners? And no, he’s not careful where he sleeps. He’s gotten used to the taste of penicillin, and Doc Roe’s left a few brochures under his pillow.

#headcanons #bill guarnere

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drjackandmissjo · 4 years

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firewhisky on ice, sunset and vine

you’ve ruined my life by not being mine

Chapter 2 --- previous chapter --- next chapter

Harry Potter fic Masterlist

Set in the course of his Sixth Year, this story follows Slytherin’s finest, Blaise Zabini, as he navigates classes and friendships and Death Eaters and a certain idiot plant-head Gryffindor.

'Dittany is a powerful healing herb and restorative and may be eaten raw to cure shallow wounds.'

Blaise had read that same sentence for the 24th time. Had counted each time his eyes went up on the page towards the words that were now permanently marked in his memory, yet so far out of his grasp. It wasn't that 'One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi' was a boring book. To someone truly passionate about the subject it might actually be quite enjoyable, but it was a textbook and textbooks are not supposed to be entertaining. Unless you were a freak as Granger, but her distorted mentality was not his to judge.

Sighing, he rested his head on the table he was studying on, careful not to make too much noise. Madam Pince and her fine hearing were simply awful to anyone who merely breathed too loudly in the library. "One more time and if I can't do it then I'll try again later after dinner" he told himself, on the verge of despair.

He simply couldn't understand. Charms came easy to him, even Potions with Snape wasn't that hard to follow, even if he was a mess at teaching it: brilliant man and head of the house, but all over the place and really, really terrible at sharing knowledge. Even in his current new position as Defence Against the Dark Arts, he wasn't that great, and that was the job he had lusted after, for years.

But flowers and herbs, those were is Achilles's heel. The worst part was that it seemed to come naturally to Bloody Longbottom.

Perfect asshole with his neat notes at the margins of his books and his terrible grasp of changing shit from their original form, but despite all that was better than a few of his housemates and studied hard to maintain his acceptable level in Transfiguration. Bloody moron who simply could understand what Professor Sprout meant to say even before she said it, who had the best grades in Herbology, who laughed tilting his head backwards whenever Saint Potter or one of his friends made a joke that was particularly funny, who seemed to be everywhere since their first Transfiguration lecture together.

Blaise was so screwed.

He had now begun to have a hard time concentrating during the class he seated with the Gryffindor, his mind wandering to the bloody fingers tapping lightly over the desk as he scrunched his nose up in concentration.

He was so bloody screwed.

'Rule number eight, if you can't get someone out of your head, make sure you're stuck in theirs also.'

But it wasn't that easy, was it? For one, despite being 100% positive of his sexuality, he hadn't told anyone but his mother, who was really supportive and immediately shared all her rules for landing a hot and rich husband. At that time he had laughed, almost uncomfortable, but now he was sure her set of rules was going to be a lifesaver, and not only when boys were concerned.

Second, he did not know whether or not Longbottom shared his likings and had absolutely no way of figuring it out. Sure, he had gone to the Yule Ball two years prior with the Female Weasley and hang out now with Loony Lovegood and the rest of the moronic Gryffindors, but there was nothing that betrayed his heart's true desires. He had no one in their circle to ask to, and was pretty sure that cute, shy, jacked, nervous and downright hot Longbottom, "damn Salazar why even his surname had to have such a sexual innuendo?", wasn't out or anything. Maybe he was still figuring it all out?

Groaning, he rose up to his feet, unable to concentrate on fucking dittany without losing his mind for one second more. Bloody Longbottom with his very nice ass made his way into his mind and suddenly Blaise's pants felt way too tight for his own comfort and he had to adjust his robe. He closed roughly his book, placing it in his bag alongside his notebook and pens and highlighters, avoiding Madam Pince's burning glare at the unwanted noise.

He began to quickly make his way towards the Great Hall, wondering what would be there for dinner and completely lost in thought. In the back of his mind, he could feel his mother's voice telling him 'Rule number twelve, always be conscious of your surroundings', but his brain couldn't stop wandering, his body relying only on muscle memory to not walk into walls.

Unfortunately, muscle memory wasn't that reliable when taking into account other moving people and objects. Which was why he had ended on the floor, landing on his ass and soundly cursing whoever was the bloody "pezzo di merda di doxy" that still hadn't learnt how to walk.

His mother was always controlled and poised and he had never heard a bad word coming from her red painted lips, but his paternal grandparents were a different kind of people. His grandfather’s favourite word was, alongside of other Italian curses, a very pointed minchia. He used it almost on each sentence, changing the intonation to accommodate a different meaning. Most of the time he added to the equation a variety of gestures that, given the situation, assumed a rather crude sense.

His Nonna was slightly more PG, preferred not to use certain words, especially in front of Blaise, but she still told her husband to fuck himself in whichever language she was thinking at the moment and taught him her fair share of Ethiopian hexes.

"You came onto me, genius" the idiot that had clearly gone into him said, rather angrily sounding. "Ma porca di quella puttana" Blaise thought, of course his rotten luck would make him crash into the long legged Gryffindor he was just daydreaming of.

Remembering who he was and finally stopping acting like a ridiculous hormonal dork, he rose from the floor, trying to look menacing despite being the shorter one in this debate. "No, good sir, you appeared out of nowhere" he said, sounding sturdier and surer than he'd thought. He was rather proud of his impeccable composure, until the other boy spoke with a sly smirk on his lips, "Haven't taken my apparition exam yet so can't just do that."

Blaise's brain stopped working immediately. Deep down he knew that anyone, even someone as dull and bland as a Gryffindor, could surprise him, and so far the dumb dork had surpassed all his expectations, excluding the ones on Transfiguration. But he simply couldn't picture sweet, shy, formerly chubby, Schlongbottom as someone who knew how to talk back, especially with such an authoritative tone. The mere thought did funny things to his body.

Questions began to swim all around his mind: Was this real or a hallucination caused by his very recent fall? Since when did this bloody plant-head even know sarcasm? How was it possible for someone to become even more attractive?

Did Blaise mention that he was so fucking screwed?

"What, cat got your tongue?" Longbottom asked smugly, visibly pleased with himself.

In that moment Blaise swore off any possible feeling that wasn't related to hatred or anger towards the idiot in front of him. "I don't reply to morons such as yourself" he said, mustering a casual and bored tone he didn't know he had. "Bloody superb" he thought proudly as he watched the Gryffindor's gaze harden.

He suddenly didn't enjoy the turn their conversation had taken.

Longbottom then briskly shoved his forgotten Herbology textbook, "when did he even picked it up?", and stormed off to the other side of the empty corridor, towards the glasshouse, without uttering a single word.

"Great Hall's on the other side, idiota" he yelled at his slowly stepping away back, "You're gonna be late for dinner." Blaise couldn't care less, of course, but the impulsive part of his brain wanted to get the Gryffindor's attention for a little bit longer.

Longbottom stopped dead on his track, turning sideways to look back at Blaise and giving him the perfect side view of his backside, as well as of his front. "Ammazza oh." was the only thought that filled his mind before registering that the other boy was speaking: “Not that's any concern of yours, but I gotta get some Baneberry for my toad."

He was speechless. It was explicitly forbidden to take even the most innocuous weed from the glasshouses and classes, even during lectures to study them afterwards, yet this bloody Gryffindor marched towards the door as if he owned the place. He knew Longbottom had the best grades and was clearly their Professor's favourite since he fainted in excitement on their second year at their first class, but damn.

Astonished, he couldn't stop himself from blunting possibly the dumbest sentence ever: “But Professor Sprouts doesn't let us take any of her plants outside our designated scheduled time!"

The other boy had the audacity to grin, viciously and borderline dangerously and porca miseria it was getting hotter under his robe by the second. "Maybe to the rest of this school" Longbottom said, his shoulders squared and posture tense, "But I'm her assistant and have her blessings to do whatever the hell I want in any of the greenhouses, however dangerous it might be. So taking an innocuous plant for my toad isn't gonna get me expelled before I can say 'Quidditch'"

Blaise did definitely misread the look the Gryffindor gave him, thinking it hinted something while it was only meant as a superiority glance, and he was definitely thinking with his dick now.

Longbottom merely turned around, unbothered by his silence, and walked forward towards the glasshouse for the 2nd year, unaware that Blaise was still rooted on his spot, trying to regain his footing and willing his body to direct the blood back into his legs, failing miserably.

He was in such deep shit it would almost be laughable.

BONUS

When Neville turns around all he can think is either "Shitshitshitshit" and "Damn he's hot but I’m Str8. I think, but damn I'd tap that."

Glossary:

"Pezzo di merda di doxy" means 'piece of doxy shit' "Minchia" is a commonly used curse word, especially in southern Italy; it literally can mean both penis or vagina, depending on where you're from, but most commonly is referred to the female genital; it is typically used in the same way as the English 'fuck' to curse "Nonna" is Grandmother "Ma porca di quella puttana" again, another curse; literally is 'that fucking bitch' or something along those lines, but here it is used as an expression of disbelief, like 'you gotta be kidding me' "Idiota" is idiot "Ammazza oh", literally "Kill it oh", is the equal of a long whistle, mostly of approval "Porca miseria" is "that rotten luck", and is used to express discomfort or as the English 'holy shit'

I'm sorry for all those curse words! I deeply apologize!

Bonus: When Neville turns around all he can think is either "Shitshitshitshit" and "Damn he's hot but I’m Str8. I think, but damn I'd tap that."

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iamknicole · 5 years

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Home Alone

Family Ties

Haleigh walked out of the bathroom in black shorts and one of Ardian's shirts after a shower. She smiled seeing Carlito where she'd left him-- on their bed with her phone on Facetime with Ardian.

"Oooh, Mommy wear your shirt, Daddy," Carlito giggled.

Haleigh sucked her teeth, laughing at him as she brushed her wet hair up into a ponytail. "Bug! You supposed to keep a secret."

Carlito shook his head. "You tell Mama me pee myself, it was a secret."

Ardian listened to them go back and forth, just smiling. He was away doing press for the New Edition Story for the next couple of days, he didn't want to leave then but he didn't have a choice.

"Look here, lil tattle tell. It's time for bed so tell Daddy you love him." Haleigh climbed into the bed next to Carlito. She pulled him close to her and took the phone.

"Ooh me sing my song for Daddy?" Carlito asked stalling.

His parents laughed at him, Haleigh stopped him before he could start.

"No, sir. Your daddy heard that song three times already today. Save some for when he comes home. Say love you and blow Daddy kisses."

"Papa take me to get seafood, Daddy. The shrimp had eyes," he squealed.

Ardian laughed, "I know, Lil Man. Remember you told Daddy about it yesterday?"

"Oh," he paused tapping his chin, "Simba took me to the park taday. We slided."

Haleigh rolled her eyes laughing and got his attention. "How about this? If you don't go to bed, you don't get to have chocolate pancakes tomorrow and Mommy is gonna give you oatmeal instead."

"Nooooo," he giggled covering his face. "Me go night, night, Daddy. Lub you."

"Love you too, Lil Man," Ardian said then blew kisses back to his son. "I love you too, Pig Tails."

"We'll call you in the morning on our way to see Nonna and Nonno." She told him using her free hand to rub Carlito's back.

"Um, yeah. If I don't answer, I'll call yall right back. We got an interview early tomorrow and I'm not sure when it'll be over."

"Alright, Ardi. See you later. Tell Daddy see you later, Bug," She said turning the phone slightly. Carlito mumbled incoherently as he drifted off to sleep.

After hanging up, Haleigh laid beside Carlito a little longer to make sure he was sleep before going downstairs. She wanted to clean up the toys, he had taken out when Simba came over. Carlito had to show off all the toys Ardian had gotten him since coming home.

Deciding against turning on any music, that would definitely wake Carlito, Haleigh hummed to herself as she cleaned. Once the toys were put away, Haleigh started to straighten Ardian's games that Carlito had gotten into. In the midst of cleaning, Haleigh heard noises coming from their back sliding door. She wished she had the dogs but they were with Rezar so he could take them to their appointments.

Her first thought was Carlito. She had to get upstairs to him. She jogged through the hallways towards the staircase but she locked eyes with the two people at her backdoor. It was then that she remembered Carlito had opened the blinds earlier that day so he could see out. The man trying to open the door smiled creepily at her and she took off upstairs.

By the time she got to the second floor she heard glass shatter making her move faster. Haleigh locked the bedroom door behind her, scooped Carlito up in her arms, grabbed her phone and went into the closet. Thankfully Ardian had put a lock on it. She laid Carlito in a corner out of the east and covered, glad that gee was still sleeping.

"She's a lot cuter in person."

"I don't care of she's cute or not, she's gettin done."

Haleigh was trying not to panic as her encounter with Todd replayed in her head. The doorknob started to jiggle and she panicked. After putting her phone near Carlito's hand she ran to another part of the closet just as the door popped open.

"Where you at, girl? We just wanna talk to you a friend of ours."

Haleigh watched then with get hand to her mouth until she dare them going towards where Carlito was sleeping. She grabbed one of Ardian's watches at them, hitting the bigger one in the head. He yelped and turned to glare at her.

"You raggedy bitch. Get her, Carlos!"

Haleigh tried to run from the closet but Carlos grabbed her. She wasn't trying to leave Carlito, she just didn't want them near him. He drug her by her hair out of the closet with his partner right behind them.

"Let me go! Let go!" She fussed trying to pull away from his hold.

The other man attempted to grab her legs at she kicked wildly at him. She landed once kick to his nose, slowing him down for the moment. Carlos dropped her and she took her chance to run only to be caught just as she got to the stairs being pulled back by her shirt.

"Got dammit, I think this bitch broke my fuckin nose!"

"How the hell you let this little ass girl punk yo ass like that? Laura ain't send us here to play."

The other man laughed a bit, "Yeah she sent us to take something from you since you took her son."

Carlos laughed with him letting Haleigh hit the floor. "Now are you gon let it go willingly or you gon make us take it?"

The two of them attempted to hold her down and take her clothes off but she was fighting much more than they hoped. From the corner of her eye, Haleigh saw Carlito standing near them with the phone in his hand. She couldn't let them do anything in front of her baby

Haleigh kicked at the other man in his nose again making more blood gush out of it and then in his temple. He fell back holding hits nose them passed out. Carlos fought back more than his partner, he got on top of Haleigh trying to hold her down, Carlito started to cry.

"Get off me mommy! Stop that!" He yelled holding the phone tight to his chest.

Haleigh was able to roll onto her side and kicked Carlos down the stairs. She sat quickly and beckoned for Carlito to come to her.

"Come on, Bug. We gotta hurry, just step around him," she encouraged as quickly and nicely as she could.

"Him get me, Mommy."

" I promise he won't, baby but we have to go now. Come on, please, big boy."

Carlito thought for a second then quickly ran pass the man unconscious on their floor. Haleigh picked him up and ran down the stairs as fast as she could. She side stepped Carlos, who laid at the bottom of the staircase morning and groaning.

Grabbing the keys to her jeep, Haleigh ran out if their house to the front seat. She got in, locked the door then pushed Carlito to the back. Her hand shook as she tried to start the car.

"Get in your seat and buckle up, Bug."

"Me can't do it. Me need help," he cried struggling to hold the phone and the seat belt.

Haleigh looked up, finding Carlos in front of the SUV holding his back. She quickly started the engine and pulled out of their driveway, speeding down the street of the neighborhood.

"Mommy, slow down. Me can't not do it."

Haleigh glanced at him briefly trying to figure out how to help him without stopping.

"Aren't you a strong like Daddy, Bug?"

"Mmhm, yes ma'am."

"Well then baby you can do it. Daddy does it. Just please do it so you dont get hurt cause Mommy can't stop right now." She explained constantly looking in her rearview. She didn't see anyone following her but she wasn't taking any chances.

Finally there was a click.

"Me do it, Mommy!"

"Good job," she praised through her tears. "Mommy is so proud of you. Wanna go for a drive, Lito?"

"Yes ma'am. Where we go?" He asked still cradling the phone.

"How about we go to grandpa's farm," she said referring to Kandice's parents.

"Otay, Mommy. Me sleep?" He asked yawning.

"Yeah, just give Mommy her phone. I'll wake you when we get there."

Haleigh grabbed the phone from her son, trying to look at it and drive. She wanted to get it as far away from the city as she could. When she unlocked her phone she found that Carlito had called Ardian, leaving most of what happened on his voicemail. She would call him after she let her grandparents know she was coming.

No shoes, no purse, just pajamas and her son. But as long as she had Carlito, she had one of the two most important things to her.

#family ties #ardian & haleigh #Carlito & Haleigh #Carlito

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what-stop-the-presses-rly-means · 5 years

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Bye, Bye, Sugar Blue Eyes part 2

Race x female reader modern au.

Warnings: some mild swearing

Part 1, x, 3, 4, 5, 6

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Once we were in the office Jack handed me my food.

“Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it.” He gave me a bit of a side eyed glance. “And don’t let Rider get to you. If you let them think that kinda behavior is allowed, they’ll keep using it. Ya just gotta find a good balance of sweet and spicy. Good cop, bad cop. Each one of those boys is different and it’ll take some time but you’ll start learning what works for each of them.” I nodded. David rolled his chair over.

“And don’t worry, you’re not gonna be alone in all this. It takes a village to raise a child. God knows what it takes to raise fifteen. We’ll all be here. Don’t hesitate to ask for help.” He smiled encouragingly. I nodded in thanks.

Jack pointed his fork at me. “So! You got any questions for us? About the job or about us? Don’t be shy, we’re open books.” I thought about it for a second. I looked up and saw a photo on his desk.

“I guess I’d like to know your history,” I said, nodding toward the picture. “How you all met and what made you decide to change your lives with this big decision.” Jack smiled and handed me the frame. From what I could tell, it was taken years ago. A young Jack stood in the middle, smiling brightly. He had one arm around Davey and his other around a red headed girl. She had her arm around a boy holding crutches. To Davey’s right there’s a blond boy, who had his arm around Albert.

“Most of us grew up in this very orphanage.” I gasped a little bit. That was new information. Jack continued, “All except Davey, here, and Katherine, the lovely lady in the picture.”

“Yeah, I met the fellas at a young age, doing a paper route,” Davey added. “When I found out they didn’t have families of their own I made it my mission to be a brother to them. Make sure they didn’t feel like they were different or weird.”

Jack chuckled. “Yeah, his ma made some damn good cookies for us and knitted us all hats during the winter holidays. She’s a peach.” They both smiled at the memory. “And my darling dear Katherine is the daughter of the chief editor of the paper we sold. We’d see her everyday we picked up the papers. I fell madly in love and snatched her up the first chance I got.” He showed off his wedding ring.

“More like he wore her down and she finally gave in to shut him up!” We turned and saw Albert walk in. He grabbed a nearby chair and plopped down in it.

“Either way, we got married at eighteen and have been happy ever since. She took over for her father at the paper. Does a pretty good job, too.”

“Eighteen, huh? That’s pretty young. No offense.” The room grew silent and I looked around. Everyone kept their heads down. I knew I made a mistake.

Jack cleared his throat. “Well, I said we were open books, and we are. So, yeah, um, we had been together for a couple years at that point and we knew we wanted to get married someday. And when I was eighteen I was working for their paper as a political cartoonist, which didn’t pay a lot but it was somethin’. So I was trying to put some kind of a life together. It’s just… I had never been adopted at that point.” My eyes widened. Oh no, what have I done?

“All the other fellas had moved on with their lives with their new families and I was so happy for them. And it’s not like I didn’t have a couple offers, but they all lived so far away. I had always wanted to run away when I was younger. I felt like New York had betrayed me. But once I had gotten a little older and had this job and a nice girl… I don’t know, I guess I couldn’t give that up. I had a long talk with Katherine and she agreed to marry me. We found a little apartment and it was tough for a while, but we made it work. And it’s fine that I never got an ‘official’ family, I already had one. That picture was taken the last time we were all together. Right after that, a nice Midwestern family adopted Race. And one by one, all the other guys moved away with their new lives ahead of ‘em. But we kept in touch. And Davey stuck around, becoming a teacher at a local middle school. So please don’t feel bad for me. I got everything I wanted out of life.” The other two nodded, smiling.

I looked down at the photo in my hands. “Who’s the guy on the right?” Jack peered over and smiled.

“Ah, that’s Crutchie. He was like a brother to me growing up.”

“Crutchie?” I quirked my eyebrow, making him laugh.

“Yeah, that’s the nickname we gave him since he had a bum leg as a kid. Most of the boys in the home got a gang name. We thought we were cool. But yeah, Crutchie moved out of state after he got adopted. He works with disabled children in his hometown and didn’t have the heart to leave them to help us out here. But he stops by during the holidays. Likes to freak out the kids with his prosthetic leg.”

“Was it a difficult decision to leave your previous jobs and lives to help out here?” I asked the other two men. They looked at each other for a moment before Davey spoke up.

“Well, in my case, not much has changed. My students were sad to see me go but they understood. Now I homeschool some of the boys who have learning difficulties. I’m still doing what I love and I get to do it with my closest friends. I couldn’t ask for anything better.” I turned to Albert, who sighed, looking down at his plate.

“Uh, yeah, it wasn’t as easy of a decision for me. I got adopted when I was sixteen. At that point I was desperate to be taken, desperate to be wanted by someone. So once this couple showed interest in me, I didn’t even think. They were so nice and loving and excited to meet me. The fact that they lived in Italy didn’t even faze me at first. In fact, it made it that much better. You see, my father was Italian and my mother was Irish,” he laughed, pointing to his bright red hair.

“They promised to show me where I was from. Teach me all about my heritage. So of course I agreed. But once it sunk in, I knew leaving my friends - my brothers - would be the hardest thing I’d ever have to do. And it was. I lived there for six years and it was more than I could’ve hoped for. I had a family that loved and cherished me. I met all of my extended family and they accepted me as one of their own right away. My Nonna would say things like, ‘Look at him! He’s the spittin’ image of my son!’ even though I looked nothing like him. And when they taught me to cook, she’d be the first to say I was a natural. They made me feel like I belonged.

“But when Jack called me, saying the orphanage was gonna be shut down, once again I didn’t even think. I said goodbye to my family so I could come back and help my other family. And I’ve been here for two years, sharing what I’ve learned with the boys. Some of them like to help out and I share my recipes with them. But I still call my parents and my Nonna all the time, and I visit on holidays. They make sure to tell me how proud they are.” He paused. “Sometimes I think we were all meant to come back here. That fate or whatever made sure we weren’t gonna be apart for too long. And maybe helping those boys is what we were meant to do all along. It sure feels like it.”

We sat in silence, taking it all in, before Jack spoke up. “Wow, Al. We get a female in the building and all of a sudden you’re some kind of philosopher? We should’ve hired her years ago.” Albert waved him off and went back to eating. I gaped at them.

“You all have such humble beginnings and heartfelt stories. You guys almost seem unreal.” Jack made some kind of noncommittal sound, deflecting the praise. “No, I mean it. You all either lived here or were very familiar with this place growing up and now you drop everything to come back and make sure the kids are taken care of and forge friendships like you all did. You’re solidifying their childhood and their well-being. Because anybody could’ve taken over the orphanage and treated those boys like the world has been treating them: like outcasts, delinquents, lost causes. But because you lived through it yourselves, you’ve made it your mission to not let it happen again. That’s incredibly admirable. So thank you. On behalf of every kid that gets pushed aside and forgotten, every kid that had to grow up too damn fast, every kid that you’re giving a second chance… thank you.”

The room grew uncomfortably quiet again. Did I mess up again? The first to speak up was Davey. He turned to Jack.

“You know, normally I don’t agree with your quick-witted judgement. I’ve always thought that you should really think something through before making big decisions. But this time I’m throwing caution to the wind and acting like you for a change. We don’t need to discuss the hiring choice for the nanny position. I think (Y/N) will be perfect.” My eyes widened as they smiled at me.

“Are you serious?”

“You will have to wait for the standard background check to go through and, you know, all of the proper legal documents to be put in place, but…” He stretched his hand out. “Welcome aboard.”

I may have squealed a little and I’m not ashamed. I shook his hand gratefully.

“You won’t regret this!”

Albert smirked a little. “Damn, she might not be replacing Race, but she sure could give Katherine a run for her money with a speech like that.”

“Don’t tell Katherine that,” Jack joked. “But I am glad that we’re making this official. We could really use the help and the boys… They need someone like you. It may be a little hectic at first, but you’ll get the hang of it. And it’ll be that much easier when Race gets back.” They all sat back to finish their lunches while I looked down at the photo still in my hands. The blond boy smiled up at me with the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen and I couldn’t help but smile back.

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rippermorality · 3 years

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me dropping italian words into stefan’s every day talk because I gotta make my nonna proud by practicing whatever italian I know.

#ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ʀɪᴘᴘᴇʀ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴜɴᴛ ; meet mun claudia.#nana who is in heaven are you proud of me #i did not forget your improv italian lessons

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ayy-jayy-siciliani · 3 years

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The First Date Night | Lydia + AJ

When: January 22nd, 2021

Where: AJ’s apartment; Pico District

Major Warnings: Pure fluff, but drug mention, parental neglect

Featuring: Lydia Belmonte @lydiabelmonte

AJ had to admit he was nervous after inviting Lydia over for dinner. It was just a casual date night but nonetheless, it was a date. He honestly hoped in the back of his head it wasn’t too much that Lydia would get freaked out and run but he also hoped it was enough to have a candlelit dinner and her favorite dish that he just so happened to be cooking up. Upon hearing the door, he took a breath, shook off his nerves a little bit and opened up the door with a grin. “Aw shit, bae’s here,” he teased as he pulled her in to greet her with a kiss. “So...I kinda have a surprise for you.”

lydia b.

Lydia was still getting used to the whole dating, hell it’s been awhile and with the dynamic she had with Parker, it was something she expected. With AJ though, he made her want to be better and even tried the whole keeping an open communication going that it surprised even her. Smiling into the kiss, she looked at him questionably. “AJ I swear, every time I remind you I don’t care for surprises, you still do it.”

The one thing he tried doing was easing Lydia in, knowing it wasn’t going to be an easy adjustment with going from Parker to himself. The least he could do, if all else, was make her smile amongst the process. He chuckled at her response, letting his hand rest on her cheek. “I know, I know, but, I think you’ll at least be amused by this one,” he teased as he handed her a sleep mask to use as a blind fold. “I’ll guide you in. Come on.”

lydia b.

”Oh, we’re going fifty shades on this huh?” Lydia arched her brow and grabbed the sleep mask and placing over her eyes. “Why am I not surprised that you would have a sleep mask, it sort of makes sense you know—“ Lydia let out a fake gasp, “you have a mistress.”

”Yes, yes we are,” AJ laughed at Lydia’s response as he took her hand to lead her into his apartment. “Woooow,” he began laughing harder. “You’re wild, you know that? That’s my travel mask so I can sleep better on the plane rides.” As they got to the decorated table and food, he lightly kissed her hand and then said, “Okay, you can take off your mask before you roast me to hell and back,” He teased with a silly grin.

lydia b.

”Uh huh, for the plane rides, sure.” Lydia replied sarcastically, a big cheesy smile on her face as she walked along with him leading, she was curious onto what he had planned, her guess it was going to be something romantic and very cheesy. It was AJ after all, that was his niche. “I’ll roast you regardless,” she said as she pulled the mask off.

”Why you gotta be so ruuudeee?” AJ sang out jokingly as he playfully nudged Lydia. He loved the dynamic between them, it was both passionate and light hearted between the joking and the closeness they shared...not to mention he was a huge sap and she wasn’t. When she took off the mask he smiled as she quickly clapped his hands to dim the lights in his living room. “Ta-da! I know, I know, it’s cheesy as fuck, but I figured y’know...why not have a date night?”

lydia b.

Lydia stared at the set up in amazement, she should’ve known that AJ was a huge romantic, hell she wasn’t exactly used to this sort of gesture. “A date night, that’s actually smart.” Lydia laughed and leaned forward on her toes to peck his lips, “what’s for dinner?”

AJ looked over to see Lydia staring in amazement and he had to admit he was pretty proud of himself. Even though this wasn't something she was used to, he hoped that one day she could get used to something like this whenever he could. "I figured after a long ass day, this would be a great way to wind down without having to be all dressed up and shit," He chuckled. He ruffled Lydia's hair lightly at the peck and grinned. "I, made your favorite and I even fuckin' threw down and made pickle chips for the first time, so if they didn't come out right, let me know, but check under the lid."

lydia b.

"You made me pickle chips?" Lydia laughed, feeling her heart swell even more at everything AJ did for their date night, she was wondering when will the other shoe drop. Lydia was so used to things going down the drain quickly, ever since she was a kid but it was those negative thoughts that she was trying not to get the best of her. "This is definitely the best...it makes up for the week we had."

”Yeah, I mean I know we didn’t get a chance to go get some but I also wanted to try my hand at it so I watched a few YouTube videos,” AJ admitted with a sheepish grin. It wasn’t an easy task, especially with everything Lydia had gone through, but this was his way to reassure her that they’d be okay and that she could ease into it with no rush. He figured food would be a good start, he hoped. He had remembered hearing the stories of his grandparents, how his Pops learned to cook to impress Nonna. He didn’t lose hope, especially in Lydia. “Well, that makes me pretty fuckin’ happy to hear...about the food and not the week cause it’s been one hell of a fuckin week.”January 29, 2021

lydia b.

Lydia grinned at the fact AJ learned how to cook for her, the fact it was fried pickles, made her have a goofy smile on her face. “You really didn’t need to have candles you know, unless you’re trying to swoon me.” She chuckled and took a seat, looking at the set up and couldn’t stop the giddy feeling swelling in her chest at the sight. “You could have just given me five orgasms and called it good. Instead of all this.”

AJ had to admit, while Lydia often smiled around him, this was the first time he’d seen such a cheesy smile on her face. The way her nose scrunched up and her eyes crinkled. It was a smile he adored, that he could hopefully see more of. “I could just be trying to swoon you then,” He teased with a wink as he took a seat in front of her. “Maybe I wanted to give your heart and stomach an orgasm before I give you five orgasms,” He said, in the most innocent way with the most innocent of smiles. He knew that was cheesy as hell, and he was fully prepared for Lydia to get him for that. “I stand by what I said,” he added with a laugh.

lydia b.

”You are too fuckin cheesy,” Lydia laughed, it was one of the characteristics she didn’t expect from AJ but dating him officially was bringing out more about him that she didn’t know would be possible. “You don’t need to do these sort of things you know, it’s not necessary and besides, I might get way too used to this sort of treatment.”

"You love it though," AJ teased with a laugh. Although he, too, had to admit it was pretty fucking cheesy, but, Lydia brought that out in him, and it was something he hadn't done in a long while. "Listen," He reached for her hand across the table, "If it's too weird, I can stop though, but, if you're into having date nights like this, we can do it like once a month or a week or something? Cause, I know your last experience wasn't the greatest, but dating me is date nights, movies, roasting each other, traveling, video games, and really bomb sex."

lydia b.

Lydia didn’t want to bash her last failed relationship, there were good moments to it but there were also upsetting moments. She looked down at their joint hands and flashed a sad smile, “Yeah I know, just sometimes you think you’re in love and happy but to realize it’s something unhealthy and toxic.” She explained somewhat, “But you’re making me realize the good sides of relationships.”

AJ nodded in understanding to Lydia, letting his thumb lightly brush against the top of her hand. "I understand. Sometimes we go into relationships with rose colored glasses. Believe me, I've been there. I get it," He nodded with a reassuring grin. "That's good, right?" He chuckled. "The one thing I want you to remember is to take your time with it. There's no rush, it's just us two, doing our thing. I figured our date night can also help me get to know a little bit more about your love language and the things you like and don't like that I already know, you know?"

lydia b.

“Here I thought you would already know,” Lydia laughed, teasing him but finding it touching that he wanted to know more about her, to make this work out. Sure things weren’t easy in the beginning, what they started was only supposed to go as far as just benefits. But somewhere along those lines it got blurred and she started to feel more but also feeling as if she owed Parker to being faithfully by her heart. “Okay, so this date, what would you like to know.”

"There's only so much I know, Lyds," AJ laughed, shaking his head. He knew things were going to be touch and go, because after all, they started off just hooking up and casual conversation, then the whole thing with Parker and them trying to work things out. So, he wanted to make sure things went smoother this time. Things would, virtually be the same, just as an official couple, and, AJ would help Lydia work her way through her past relationship. "What's your ideal night out with someone?"

lydia b.

”My ideal night out?” Lydia repeated, a little surprised to be asked that question since normally she never really thought about it. When she was younger yes, but as of lately, at her age, she didn’t really care much. Before dating AJ she was used to other situations that didn’t require dating. “To be honest, I haven’t thought of this sort of question in a long while.”

”Yup,” AJ nodded, seeing the surprise on Lydia’s face. He was a little perplexed that no one had asked her that question in a while, although it was understandable. “That’s okay,” he reassured her with a grin. “I could ask a question that’s a little less loaded, or you could ask me one?”

lydia b.

”how about I ask you one,” Lydia turned the tables around and smiled, “what would you say is your favorite memory, one that you wish you could relive?” She asked, curious to know more about him than what she assumed she knew. She could slowly feel her old self come back when she was with AJ, just a little stronger than before.

"Bet, I'm ready," AJ smiled at Lydia's offer to ask the question. At that question, he rested his chin on the palm of his hand. "Well," He began, "My favorite memory of all time was actually catching Sammy Sosa's foul ball when I was about...5 or 6. I was with my Pops, just me and him watching the game because it was like our little summer tradition and like, the ball was just barreling towards Pops as he was trying to grab me a hot dog and I jump in front with my little mitt and fell over catching it and I remember holding the ball so tightly. I still have it actually," He explained, and then pointed to the signed baseball in its glass cover. "I know it's like sporty and shit but, it just reminds me of home. Of my Pops." It was rare for AJ to get truly heartfelt about his stories about home, but with Lydia, he felt like he could be open with her. He figured that story would be a start to show her who he was deep down from the himbo-like humor.

lydia b.

Lydia smiled as she listened to AJ talk about his memory. It was heartfelt and she didn’t know the full story of the Siciliani family, other than AJ being close to his sisters and mother. “What happened to your dad? I mean you don’t need to go into full explanation but you rarely talk about him.”

AJ typically played it safe when it came to opening up, often times he'd joke around about serious topics, but this was Lydia. He needed to be open and honest with her and showed her that he cared. At the question about his dad, he nodded slowly before saying, "He only cared about himself and his drugs so, he wasn't really in the picture. I don't want to put a damper with the sad story about that, but it's why I'm so proud of my last name. Cause my ma didn't give my sisters and I his last name, she gave us hers. It's also why I wear my heart on my sleeve."

lydia b.

Lydia realized that they shared a bit on the parent problems, she just didn’t trust her mom anymore due to practically leaving her behind and wrecking her father in the process. “Well...your mom raised some good kids so all kudos to her, I always look up towards single parents raising kids. My dad managed to do it with the help of my grandpa.”

AJ could feel his gaze soften at Lydia at her comment, realizing the two of them had some things in common when it came to parents. They were both raised single-handedly, with the help of their grandparents. "Thanks," He chuckled, "And yo, your dad and grandpa did one hell of a job raising you to be as fierce as you are."

lydia b.

Lydia laughed lightly, shrugging her shoulders, “I don’t know about that.” She rubbed the side of her arm, “Your turn,” she motioned for him to continue, realizing that they were making progress. Sometimes when someone tried to pry information out of her, she’d shut right up and change the subject. It was her downfall of letting people close.

"If this is you getting flustered, I'm living for it," AJ wiggled his eyebrows at Lydia for a moment until the subject changed. He could tell that she was opening up a little, but he knew it wasn't going to be an easy feat either. He'd have to work for it and with good reason. He wanted her to feel comfortable doing so. "Ooh, okay here's a good one, what's something really embarrassing you did as a kid?"

lydia b.

”something embarrassing...”she trailed off in thought, bursting out laughing at the memory, “okay so...I had a bad stutter when I was younger, therapist figured it was just a shy thing and what not, anyways, I was presenting for a class play and I pronounced Uranus wrong calling it anus, so my father hasn’t let me live that down since.”

AJ's brows raised in curiosity when Lydia suddenly burst into laughter and he already knew, that this story was going to be good. When Lydia had mentioned she had a stutter his eyes softened for a moment at the thought of Lydia being shy. He had to admit, if she was shy back then to the confident woman she was now, she had one hell of a glow up. At the story, he had taken a quick sip of his water, until the punchline hit and he gently sit it down and covered his mouth with his napkin as he began laughing. "NOOOOOOOOO!" He laughed, shaking his head. "Okay why'd they give you Uranus though. It's like you purposely got set up! Oh nooo! I'm sorry, Lyds," He chuckled.

lydia b.

”I honestly don’t know, maybe it was set up,” Lydia chuckled, “but that was the most embarrassing thing that happened to me as a kid. I cried into my dads arms when I was laughed out. But now I can look back and laugh myself. Just glad I don’t have that damn stutter anymore, children can be assholes.” It was a memory she forgotten about until now, it was also one of the presentations she was excited for due to her mom being there for once but that went out the window when she messed up.

”I’m so serious, it had to have been. Like especially knowing you had a stutter, you should’ve been given a planet with lesser syllables like Earth or Mars, even the sun,” He explained shaking his head. “Man, you got done dirty that day, but hey, brought you and your dad closer. Kids are definitely assholes though,” He sighed but smiled at Lydia nonetheless. He admired her strength and the ability to laugh at herself and her embarrassing moments.February 5, 2021

lydia b.

”I mean...at least I don’t have that god awful stutter anymore so that’s a good thing,” Lydia grinned, “okay, what’s your favorite color?” She asked, she was always curious on people’s favorite colors, if they changed on the day or their mood, whatever.

”Thats true, although I’m pretty sure I’d find it endearing—yes I know I’m a simp, shut up,” AJ quickly shook his head at the way he casually blurred out. Sometimes the Sag bit him in the ass. “My favorite color, navy blue. Without a doubt. What about you?” He asked with a curious, lop-sided grin.February 9, 2021

lydia b.

Lydia smiled, such a typical answer but it did suits him. “Lilac purple is mine, not the harsh dark purple but the soft light color.” She would often change her color but she always managed to go back to that one color.

"Lilac...okay," AJ nodded slowly. "Why Lilac?" He asked curiously. "I know, weird question, but I like knowing about the origin of things. What brought you to that color?"

lydia b.

”Lost my virginity in it obviously,” Lydia sarcastically said with a teasing smirk upon her face, chuckling softly as she thought about it, “I think it has to do with my mom buying me my first dress from her and it was in lilac. Also I pull off the color very well that it just stuck to me, nothing else.”

"WOOOOOW," AJ laughed, shaking his head at Lydia's on-brand sarcasm. It kept him on his toes, after all. "That's pretty cute, actually. Makes sense as to why it's your color, and yeah, I will admit, lilac does look good on you," He nodded with a cheesy grin until it softened. "I'll keep it in mind."

lydia b.

”why is navy blue your favorite color, besides being the typical boy color.” Lydia leaned forward, resting her chin on the palm for her hand, interested more into this conversation. Although she was always having sex or doing something sexual with AJ it felt nice to have this sort of date.

AJ chuckled and also rested his chin on the palm of his hand to look at Lydia. "It's kind of...nostalgic in a way. You know the way the sky looks just as the sun's set over the horizon? I used to like that color all the time. Reminds me of bike rides home, racing to make it before all the street lights came on. Or car drives back from the lake. Watching fireflies. Reminds me of home."

lydia b.

Lydia smiled at AJ, listening to him talk about how the color became his favorite, using examples to give her visuals of what he see's, she could probably even sketch something up on her ipad to recreate that simple visual. Her hand itching to go home and start working on it but instead she wanted to hear more, listen more to what AJ had to say about himself. "You really gave me a visual of why that color is your favorite, here i thought it would be something so simple such as it was your favorite t-shirt."

AJ shook his head and laughed at Lydia's comment. It was good that he was able to open up to her like this. To let her know what felt like home to him...he probably wouldn't go as far to saying she felt like home yet, between the long talks, the great sex, and the food, but, eventually he would. "I mean, my fave t-shirt's my one Kagome t-shirt, but, nah...the navy blue came from the twilight sky."

lydia b.

"Oh yeah...your nerdy shirt, I seen that when I stayed over one night and stole one of your shirts to sleep in," Lydia smirked, although he wasn't a full on weeb as Eric, he still was one. "One would think that you could write a whole ass poetry book--actually I bet you would get even more popular if you did that," she rolled her eyes, "wait don't do that, I already have to deal with women oogling over your ass."

"Hey now, gotta put some respect on Inyuasha, that's a classic. You looked hot in my Kagome shirt though, not gonna lie," AJ teased, wiggling his eyebrows. "I mean I have a whole ass journal of poems, but I'd never publish them cause I'm shy as fuck," He teased. "But like, also I like my film work better than my poetry--and Lyds. I have a nice ass, but you have this ass, so it's fine."

lydia b.

”You know I own your ass by now,” Lydia smirked at Aj with a knowing look, “if you ever want to sweep me off my feet, read one of your poems to me, or better yet, make a film dedicated to me—make it into a porno.” Lydia blurted out almost excitedly.

"Who's the simp now?" AJ teased with a chuckle as he took a bite from one of the pickle chips. "Hm...maybe I could do that," He tapped his chin in pseudo thought before he began laughing. "Let me guess, is this porno gonna start us two? Cause I can arrange that, only thing is, it's only gonna be limited showing aka, just you and me."February 11, 2021

lydia b.

Lydia laughed at the fact AJ played along with her suggestion, knowing that they would be able to make a porno but Lydia figured that was just a disaster waiting to be let out and she wasn’t ready for that to be leaked one day and become the next Kim K. “Hmm tempting but I think I’m okay with physically being there in the moment if you catch my drift.”

AJ laughed and nodded at Lydia’s suggestion, “Yeah, I think that’s a great idea. Last thing we need is a reality show going on in the aftermath,” he teased. “However, I will take you up on that poetry reading. I’ve got a few journals in my room actually. I could read you a few after dinner if you like?”

lydia b.

“oh you’re serious, I mean I would love that just don’t feel obligated to reading it right away, I know how uncomfortable it would be to share.” Lydia shakes her head, flashing a smile at AJ to let them know she was fine and if he was comfortable one day she wouldn’t mind.

"Yeah, I'm deadass," AJ chuckled. He took Lydia's hand and pressed a light kiss to the top of it and smiled at her. "I'll share a few tonight, but the first one about you, I'll share on Valentine's Day, and before you get me with that 'it's cheesy shit'...I want to show you a little romance. As long as you let me, of course."

lydia b.

"A little romance? Is this how Anthony Jasper Siciliani woos women?" Lydia jokingly asked, of course, she knew that only she received this part of AJ and no one else. It really made her feel special. "But that's right...the day of love is coming soon...suppose I would have to get creative to try and live up to your expectations."

”Nah, just Lydia Belmonte,” AJ smirked and then perked up. “Wait, I don’t know your middle name and you know mine...sooo, my final question is that,” He chuckled. He was glad they had their date, after all. He got to show her the side of him that, he hadn’t shown to anyone in a very, very long time. “It is, you already know I gotta bust out the sonnets,” He teased. “Honestly, just do what you feel comfortable doing. I’m gonna enjoy it either way.”

lydia b.

"Rhea is my middle name, my mom thought she was being cleaver," Lydia shrugged her shoulders, "Oh c'mon...if I did that it would be half ass because as you know I am not the most romantic person."

”Rhea, that’s a cool middle name actually! Titan goddess, mother of the badass gods. Look at you!” AJ grinned. “So? At least I know that you meant it and it’s not something that you had to do, you know? It’s not genuine if you’re doing it out of necessity.”

lydia b.

"I forget that you're a huge nerd in the Greek mythology," Lydia laughed, getting up from her seat and walked towards AJ, sitting him back and taking a seat on his lap, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. "See...that's where you read way too much into things, I am dating you and I like you, to think that you can handle my crazy ass...miracle."

”Listen...I ball hard for Percy Jackson to this day. Greek mythology is my shit,” AJ chuckled. He sighed, wrapping his arms around Lydia’s waist and gave her the usual puppy eyed look at her. “Hmmm, I guess you’re right,” He said as he took one of her hands and pressed a light kiss to it. “I grew up around crazies. I can take you on, any day.”

lydia b.

"I'm sure your family wouldn't love to hear that, Lola seems nice though...not crazy unless it's all an act," Lydia laughed, "but...I'll cook dinner one of these nights...I promise I will not give you food poison."

”They own it, I promise you that. Lola only gets crazy around alpha males. She has a vendetta ‘em, but she thinks you’re cool, so you’ve got a point there and if...you think you wanna take on my Ma, who, is dying to meet you one day, by the way,” AJ chuckled. “I’ll hold you to it,” He said as he brought his hand up to caress her cheek.

lydia b.

Lydia knew that sooner or later they would be meeting the parents, although hers lived farther away from them, she hasn't even mentioned it to her own parents that she was in a serious relationship, her brother perhaps yes, but her dad? Not a word. She figured it would be good to at least meet the one woman AJ looked up too, "I would love to meet her...hopefully your older sister hasn't won her over about me."

AJ knew the talk about meeting the parents was probably going to be an awkward one. He knew things weren’t exactly easy with Lydia’s parents so he wasn’t going to hold his breath on that until she was ready. But his ma? Elena Siciliani, she’d been pestering about the situation, especially with Ivy and Lola ratting him out. “Yeah, for sure! And nahh, my mom’s pretty good at the Switzerland thing. She’s taken everyone’s opinions into account but, she wants to meet you and see what she thinks for herself. Super unbiased. That’s why Ivy, Lola, and I can’t argue in front of her.”

lydia b.

Lydia felt a little relieved at that news, considering the fact Ivy seemed to hold something against her, which she understands considering Vanessa was Ivy's friend from what she noticed. "Then...we should plan a day when I can meet your mom? I would like that and also get to meet the woman who you love a lot."

AJ's smile grew even wider at Lydia's offer and then he nodded. "Yeah! That'd be dope! Uh, she's coming in like a few weeks for March Madness at UCLA. She's big on sports, but I know she'd really love to meet you," He beamed excitedly. "And uh, for Ivy...I know you're gonna hate that I'm gonna say it, but you might wanna consider talking to Vanessa first. Ivy's...protective, but once you get to know her, she's not all that bad. But, if she says she's the best cook, that's a damn lie."

lydia b.

Lydia sighed softly, scratching the side of her temple and shrugged, “I can but probably not right now, things are a little...tense due to Parker.” Maybe it was an excuse or she just wasn’t great at apologizes besides towards Lexa or AJ. “But I promise I’ll try and reach out...just give me some time.”

AJ gave her a knowing look. "Parker's not around, Lydia. I think with him out of the picture right now, you two can level with each other, but, that's just me," He shrugged. "Don't worry, take your time, but, trust the timing as well, okay?" He went to lightly ruffle her hair. "I just want you to feel comfortable with my family, above all else, and get your friend back, besides Lexa," He chuckled.

#para #p:lydia #drugs mention tw

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disparais · 7 years

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without them, there wouldn't be any of this

started this post whilst in the car, with my mother’s careless words ringing in my ears, but i later found the time to expound upon some other things. started off rambly, but i realized there was still a certain flow to my thoughts, so i threw in headers wherever appropriate during editing.

also. i was so upset when i first posted this pre-edit/organization (i left the post hanging while i was having lunch with my parents and then the worst stomachache of 2017 after - no idea what the pathophysiology was behind that one) that i forgot to format the post under a cut help

why i hate staying at home: (aka the catalyst for this post)

words have consequences hadghxnsb how can you say things like “i always cringe when people tell me i must be proud that my daughter’s in medical school because i think you’re going to flunk out” fuuuuck why am i even still surprised

scheduling and plans:

also a little unhappy with people who flake on plans. casual plans may be casual but i still take them as binding as long as a date has been set. and i don't appreciate clearing my schedule, especially where j is involved, only to be told that they've been cancelled. especially when it's because the people involved have knowingly made plans with other people. (double-booking is different, i guess, since it's unintentional. plus i’m guilty sometimes since my social calendar is nuts sometimes, so it would be hypocritical of me to be mad about that.)

[update: moments after mentioning double-booking, i realized i was supposed to do zumba with a for fc sigh this is why i said double-booking is unintentional.]

this cancellation just stings so much because it plays into my deepest insecurity, i guess, that i'm overinvested in the friendship and i just. care too much. i mean, why else would our plans matter so much to me and not to them?

and why does reciprocity matter so much to me, anyway? g said it best when she said that God’s love for us is unconditional and we should be striving to love others freely. logically i don’t think i impose any expectations on others in terms of gestures. it’s a scorpio thing to love deeply and jealously, and i need to learn to not be affected by others’ apathy/ignorance.

overly-full social calendar:

i don’t get how i can feel like i don’t have that many friends, even though my social calendar is frequently packed. i guess i really hardly see my close old friends like f, ly, l, h, m, a etc. these days. not forgetting assorted people like the lower-maintenance guys like j and j, and other people like d and k (who slept over recently! it was cool). also truly pleased with the direction suitefam is heading in (see section below).

was actually really pleasantly surprised when d realized i was in school last term (when i was on the way to meeting j) and wanted to meet me spontaneously, even if just for 15 mins (she dropped whatever she was doing and ran over). she said, amongst other things, that meeting me was grounding and calming. a clear 受宠若惊 moment for me, which gave me hope - maybe i do have something apart from sensible advice to offer people (gotta learn to curb my instinct to dispense it when unsolicited, though).

limited social energy:

(i only get to my point in the 4th paragraph tbh) increasingly annoyed with qx sometimes because i genuinely don’t care that much when he cancels on me (beginning to think sometimes that he’s not as important to me as everyone, myself included, thinks he is) bad thoughts stop here but i do care that he tries to foist me onto the next available person. i get that he flakes on people for family because he’s separated from them by a goddamn ocean and he clings onto them. i don’t get how he thinks forcing me to interact one-on-one with someone i’m not really close to is supposed to help my social reserves.

and that’s not even it - the day before, i asked if he wanted to do lunch after anat tutorial, and when he suggested la nonna and i agreed, he began scanning the place to determine who to ask along. what happened to the guy who ditched house lunches because he couldn’t be bothered to wait for them to eat and because he hated sitting on the floor? i’m beginning to think true as those excuses were, they were just flimsy cover-ups for his initial loneliness whilst he was trying to fit in.

honestly happy with the way i am right now in uni - no longer fomo with regards to most things (apart from suitefam HAHA), and far more fiercely independent than before. just a little disappointed in qx in terms of how susceptible to peer pressure in terms of wanting to fit in and all he turned out to be, though i guess it’s sort of understandable since these are truly all the people he has. i probably take my social network for granted sometimes.

after all of this rambling, i mostly wanted to say that i am bone-tired dealing with people from medicine. i hardly find deep/stimulating discussion with these people (my immediate peers) and instead i have to put up with banter and it is. so tiRING

the difficult part is dealing with people like qx who inadvertently worsen the situation by open-jioing people to most things we do. it already costs me to initiate an interaction with someone regardless of whether or not we’re close, and unless you know you’re jio-ing someone else i’m close to, you should know that your “inclusiveness” comes at a relatively hefty cost to me.

and the worst part is when i explicitly expressed my exhaustion (rare, unless my walls are down - suitefam sees me at my most tired and vulnerable tbh) and he said “yeah, yeah, i understand” and i disagreed and HE INSISTED HE DID, and still wanted to invite someone. WHAT EVEN I CAN’T he should have seen me the night of my 5.30am htht with kt. i bet i looked like a complete wreck at 1+ when i showed up at her doorstep but thank goodness for people like 2/5 of suitefam around whom i am comfortable ♥

tl;dr introvert invisibility is real extroverts please don’t pretend to be introverts just because it’s cool and counterculture kthxbai.

suitefam:

truly pleased with the direction suitefam is heading in - definitely getting closer to g + kt every day, and this week we even got to hear from c and s.

suddenly realized that suitefam has opened up a whole host of opportunities for me to indulge my love language in terms of gifts as i’m now able to grab something simple on the way back to share with the suite/drop things in peoples’ buckets/run into my room to calligraph a quick thank-you note. didn’t use to think i was really into gift-giving as a gesture of love as compared with the other 4 love languages, but suitefam is really challenging that self-perception. always good to develop another love language, anyway.

also being reminded very keenly on how much touch is a love language for me, in the sense that if my walls come down far enough for me to be comfortable with personal touch (2/5 of suitefam - naturally, since they’re the people i’m closer to), it is a very rare and precious and lovely thing; touch, even unintentional, is so inexplicably comforting and comfortable for me.

j’s birthday:

i was not mentally prepared to have to celebrate with j on monday and now i need to whip something up asap omG I AM FREAKING OUT HERE what am i even supposed to get him?? (update: that’s right i got him pretty much the same thing i got for my ex previously. smh why am i so goddamn practical and uncreative)

going to ilight with him tomorrow though so that’s a plus - self-reminder to pick a suitable outfit and i guess tomorrow’s going to be burnt on making his card. i sometimes wonder whether we’re truly a good match for each other or not aaa the low-maintenance thing is definitely a pro in friendships but i’m beginning to wonder if it’s okay for us or not since we aren’t just friends after all.

conclusion:

i just want to study for pros and not have to deal with all this omg i swear after tmr i'm just going to buckle down and study because life and socialization is so not worth it sometimes really a little hurt and not ready to deal with the people mentioned in this post for now but it's hard because i do love them (love is not a word i use lightly) but all this is making me wonder if i’m equally loved i guess

#rant #family #friends

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