#i’m staying at my second cousins house for the weekend
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Instrument - Jack Drury
a/n: i reworked this so much omg, but kinda happy with the result! i have a busy weekend coming up, i have to work tomorrow and friday, then i have a grad party for my cousins on saturday and my grandpa's celebration of life thing on sunday, so not sure how much time i'll have to get to these last few prompts. i am so far behind still so it doesn't matter too much, but only three more jack fics after this one :)
summary: jack takes you to a live symphony performance of Titanic and you reveal something that jack hadn't known about you
word count: ~2k
“You look incredible,” Jack gasps the second you step out of the bathroom, wearing a tight-fitting bodycon dress that flares out just a little right below your knee, sleeves down to your wrists, accentuating all your curves that Jack can never keep his hands off of.
It was also his favorite color, maroon, with tiny black flowers all over. Immediately, his hands find your waist and he pulls you close, closing his eyes as he nuzzles his nose against your cheek.
“Mm, have I told you how much I love you? And how absolutely stunning you are?” He whispers against your skin, ghosting his lips along your face. “Don’t even wanna go tonight anymore, wanna stay here with you, worship you, make love to you.”
His voice is filled with lust, his entire mood changing when he saw you. A laugh bubbles in your chest and you shove him away from you playfully.
“We’ve had these tickets for a year, Jack. I am not missing this. So you can stay home and I can ask Jarvy to go with me.”
“Oh yeah, because Jarvy’s the best date to an event like this,” Jack snidely remarks, sighing as he sits down on the bed. You chuckle and finish putting your jewelry on before slipping your heels on.
“As rude as that is, I kind of have to agree with you.” Jack laughs with you and stands up, his eyes drinking in the sight of you. “I don’t think he’d be able to keep the comments to himself.”
“Absolutely not. You know what it’s like to watch a regular movie with him. Never shuts up,” Jack replies with a shake of his head. As much as you both loved Seth, you had to admit that some spaces were not his specialty. Which is exactly what tonight was, the opposite of something Seth would do well with.
Jack was taking you to see Titanic, accompanied by a live orchestra at the symphony; it has been something you’ve been wanting to see for a long time, ever since your local symphony started doing it. But every time there are events scheduled, you are unavailable or simply not interested in the movie showing. Finally, though, Jack was able to snag really nice seats to a screening during the two weeks it would be showing, and just in time for the anniversary of the film’s release date.
Jack leads you out of the house and drives downtown, finding a parking garage near the symphony hall. Not long after parking, you find yourself sitting in front row mezzanine seats, watching as people pour into the hall and find their seats, noisy chatter filling the echoing space.
“I’m so excited,” you squeal quietly, tugging on Jack’s arms. He lets out a soft laugh and kisses the side of your temple, squeezing your hand and setting your entwined hands on his thigh. “Thank you for taking me and coming with me.”
“I bet it’s going to be incredible,” he comments, looking up at the high vaulted ceiling. “And you’re welcome, love. I like seeing you happy so it’s a win-win situation.”
You and Jack chat quietly before the lights slowly dim before going off completely, the entire hall going silent, waiting for the opening notes. The orchestra quietly files out and takes their seats, getting situated. The conductor steps out shortly after, taking a small bow to the crowd before turning around and raising his arms.
The opening notes of the film start playing, and the screen behind the orchestra comes to life, showing the opening images of the film, real footage from the day Titanic set sail. Instant chills cover your arms as the sound filters through your ears.
A soft gasp escapes you, your emotions high as one of your favorite movies comes to life with live music, memories of your own experience in orchestra returning to your mind. Your eyes were glued to the screen the entire time, sometimes drifting down to the orchestra members, watching the smooth movements of bows on violins and violas or fingers tapping away on the brass instruments.
Jack kept stealing glances over at you, a small grin on his face whenever he does, seeing the bright, gleaming light in your eyes, laser focused on the screen in front of you; he could tell you still aware that he is next to you by the way your fingers trace along the back of his hand that lays in your lap.
During intermission, Jack gets up to head to the bathroom while you check your phone, scrolling through messages from friends and family, replying to a couple from Jarvy and KK in your group chat. When Jack returns, the lights flash a couple times to signal that there was five minutes left, silently telling people to start taking their seats again.
“That was a long ass line,” Jack grumbles, fixing his shirt when he sits down.
“That’s no shocker, there’s a lot of people in here.”
“No fucking kidding,” he whispers, looking behind the two of you at the mezzanine filled with people. “Ever think about the weight limit for-”
“Jack, I’m gonna need you to shut up right now,” you cut him off, not allowing him to finish his thought, fully aware of where he was going with it. “I am not going to be focusing on that the rest of the time.”
Jack laughs a little, clearly apologetic with his comment, and kisses your cheek.
“I’m sorry, baby. I’m sure it’s fine.”
The film starts back up again and you settle back down, eyes drawing back in on the screen as the scene starts back up from where it left off.
The remainder of the show is just as incredible as the beginning, tears filling your eyes when the scene with the band came up, and they started playing “Nearer My God to Thee”. The lone violin that came in first hit you like a punch to the gut. The soloist was able to perfectly encapsulate the emotion and desperation in the scene before three other members of the orchestra join in, matching what is shown in the film. The rest of the orchestra remained still as these four players played with so much passion, your tears falling freely at this point.
Jack takes notice of the tears falling silently down your cheeks and raises his hand to gently wipe your cheek to rid the drops on your skin, some hitting his thumb on the way down. Still your eyes never once tore from the sight in front of you, completely drawn in.
When the film finally ends, the screen goes black and immediately, the entire hall bursts alive with claps and cheers. You stand up, along with every person in the room, giving the orchestra a huge ovation and recognition for their incredible work throughout the night.
“That was amazing, holy shit” you sigh, leaning into Jack’s chest after the conductor leaves his post, the musicians following close behind. He nods along and wraps an arm around your waist, waiting for people in your row to exit.
“It really was. I wasn’t sure what to expect but goddamn, that really blew me away.”
It took a bit to get out of the venue, but when you finally break through the doors, you breathe in the cold, winter-y air, stinging your lungs. You let Jack lead the way back to the garage since he knew where to go.
The temperature had dropped significantly since the start of the show, far more than you were expecting. It was going to be a bit of a walk to the garage with the amount of people flooding the street, so Jack shrugs his coat off and throws it around your shoulders, smiling softly.
“Should have brought a jacket,” you grumble to yourself, however Jack hears you clearly and laughs, shaking his head.
“I’m surprised you didn’t.”
“The sleeves on my dress were fine enough, it was warmer out earlier.”
“There’s a week till Christmas, I’m surprised it’s not snowing.”
“Global warming for ya, babe,” you snarkily reply, making your boyfriend chuckle. You continue walking and the second you plop into the passenger seat, you are reaching for the heat to turn it as warm as you could.
As expected, the two of you sit in a long line of cars waiting to leave the garage, but it gives you time to talk over the quiet music in the background.
“This all makes me miss playing in orchestra,” you comment, staring out the window. Jack’s eyes drift over to your face, a confused expression filling them.
“You were in orchestra?” He asks.
“Uh huh. For years. Through middle school, up until my senior year of high school. I was even in my college’s orchestra for the first semester, but I got too overwhelmed and wasn’t able to make many concerts, so I left.” Jack nods along, hearing the reminiscent tone in your voice as you think back to those moments.
“What instrument did you play?”
“Cello. I loved the deepness of it. I tried out all of them, but I just fell in love with the sound and style.” Jack grabs your hand and brings it up to his lips, placing a gentle kiss to the back of it, and then to your knuckles. “It was so much fun. Playing at competitions, to school events, meeting all my friends there, I miss it.”
“I’m sure you could find something local to play in,” he offers. “Or…you could always put on little private shows for me.” You giggle and swivel your head to face him.
“I haven’t played in years, I’m not even sure I’d sound all that great. But I’ve moved past that sort of…chapter of my life, I guess you could say. It was special in that time, but I fear it won’t be the same. So it’s better to let it go. I do sometimes wish I could go back and savor the moments much more than I did.”
“What kind of moments?” He continues the conversation, loving all of this new information he was learning about you.
“Some days, we’d have free practice and our teacher would let us go into separate practice rooms or the halls. Most of the time we goofed off and never really got any practice done. But we’d make jokes while one of us was trying to play and we’d just burst out laughing. We rarely got things done.”
“So you didn’t take it serious in the first place?” He teases you slightly, inching up the car just a bit when the cars in front of him move up a couple feet.
“Well, I will say I didn’t take it as seriously as some. We were in the intermediate level, so for a majority of us, it was a fun class to take and we loved music, but weren’t super set on becoming the next symphony soloist.”
“See, that’s how it should be. It’s something fun and you enjoy it. I hate those people that take classes like that so seriously, like come on, it’s high school orchestra, this isn’t serious for everyone.”
“Truly, that’s how this one kid acted. He took everything so literal, he would get mad at people who were messing around when there was nothing to do and our teacher said we could chill, yet he never made it to the advanced placement orchestra. It was too much.” Jack shakes his head at your story and looks back over at you.
“I’d really love to know more about this new side of you,” he laughs softly. “Cello player…I think it’s sexy.”
“Really?”
“Oh yeah. Playing an instrument like that takes real talent, and as smart as I am, I don’t think I could ever pick one up and just teach myself.”
“I’m sure Mr. Harvard over here could,” you tease him back, chuckling when he raises his eyebrows at you. “But maybe I’ll ask my parents if they still have my cello. I don’t think we sold it, so it has to be in the basement or a storage unit somewhere.”
“You definitely should because I would so love to see you play.” He gazes over at you, a grin on his lips as he thinks about your concentrated face when you play, imagining if you bit your lip or parted them while playing. It was making him a bit flustered, and you could tell.
“You’ve got yourself a deal, Jacko.”
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oh this bed is SO comfy
#i’m staying at my second cousins house for the weekend#and OUGH#their guest bed is INCREDIBLE#just jupiter
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CW: Non-consensual sex.
Your friend’s cousin, Mark, was part of the bachelor weekend trip to the beach house. The first night was a bender and you were way too tired to go out on the boat with everyone else the next afternoon.
“Oh man, you sure? We’re gonna be out there a few hours?,” your friend Nate, the groom to be, asked.
“Nah, bro. Go. I need to recover so I’m ready for tonight.”
“Alright, man. Feel better. Mark is feeling it too. He’s staying behind. Take turns throwing up,” he laughed.
Great. Stuck in a house with a guy you met 18 hours ago before getting blackout drunk.
You went to the kitchen and got a glass of water. The house was quiet, so you got your book and lay on the couch to read. An hour went by and you realized you hadn’t heard a thing. Was Mark going to wake up? Was he even here? You figured you’d check on him just in case. He had to have been asleep for 12 hours by now.
You went upstairs to the room he was sharing with another cousin of his and Nate’s, lightly knocked on the door and opened it. Mark was lying on the bed, completely naked, slowly stroking his cock.
“Oh shit!,” you exclaimed, and quickly shut the door. You heard him laugh on the other side of the door. “Sorry, man,” you called out. Just as you were taking a step away to go back downstairs, you heard him move to the door and pull it open.
He stood there, completely bricked up. “What the fuck man? Where you going? Come back in here.”
It took you a second to process what he said. “Nah, man. I’m not into that. I’m straight. I’m engaged too,” you said taking a step back.
He put his hands on his hips and asked conversationally, “Oh yeah? You and Nate ever swap?”
“What?”
“Bitches.” “Fiancés,” he added seeing the look of confusion on your face.
“What? No, dude. Put some fucking clothes on! I’m going downstairs.”
“Man, I could really use some help here,” he gestured at his dick. “My hand isn’t getting the job done.”
“Fuck this. I’m straight. I’m heading out. Tell Nate and the guys I’ll be back tonight.”
“Whoa! Wait. You can’t leave. They’re gonna ask me a bunch of questions about where you are and why you left.”
“Just fucking tell them… I left before you woke up. I don’t know. Jesus!” You were trying not to look at his bare naked body.
“Listen, man, don’t be a prude. Just come in here and suck it. You never gave a brojob before? College? Frat house shit?”
“Christ! No. What the fuck is wrong with you? Are you some fag?”
“Don’t fucking call me that, man! I’m trying to be—”
“Yo I don’t know what your deal is, but I’m leaving.”
Mark took two giant steps forward and grabbed you by the arm just as you were turning to go.
“Get your fucking hands off me, man,” you warned him.
“Or what?”
Without hesitating, you took a swing right at his face, but he ducked and twisted your arm behind your back and shoved you by the neck up against the wall. “Yeah who’s the faggot now, cool guy? Huh? Tell me.”
You struggled, but he had you pinned up against the wall. “Let me fucking go! Get off of me!”
“I asked you a question. Who. Is. The. Faggot. Now.” and he tugged your bent arm farther up your back, sending a piercing pain throughout your shoulder. When you still didn’t answer, he banged your forehead into the wall, giving you an instant unbearable headache. “WHO?”
“Fuck. I am,” you conceded. “Alright? I am the faggot. Let me fucking go now, okay?”
“Nah, man.” Mark breathed. “You just said you’re a faggot and I’m rock hard and ready to cum.”
He slammed your head into the wall again and your vision blurred and you swayed from lightheadedness as he yanked you back into his room and shoved you down face first on the bed. Momentarily stunned, you couldn’t even resist when he literally ripped the T-shirt from off your back. One of his nails caught you and scraped your back, the sharp pain bringing you back into focus as you realized what he intended to do.
“No! Fuck. No! Stop! Help!”
But he grabbed you by the hair and forced your face into a pillow while you screamed. He got right down to your level and bit your ear hard. The shock of that shut you up for a second and Mark growled in your ear, “Shut the fuck up and take this cock like a good faggot. If you don’t be quiet, I’m going to smother you with this pillow. Do you understand? Do you understand that I am serious right now and this is the only choice you have left?”
You were petrified, and given everything that had just happened in the last five minutes, you knew he was completely serious. This jacked CrossFit bro was literally going to kill you. You stopped screaming. Your body was rigid with fear.
“That’s right,” Mark whispered. “Shhhh… nice and quiet. I don’t want you to make a sound, no matter how much this hurts.” He licked your ear lobe and kissed your cheek and forehead. “Are you going to be a good boy for me?”
You shook your head into the pillow.
“Tell me. Say ‘Yes, Sir.’”
“Yes, Sir,” you choked out through the thick sob that was forming in your throat.
“Shhhh, my baby. If you cry, I’m just gonna fuck you harder.” Mark taunted.
He let go of your arm, freeing it. As you pulled it back around toward your head, the pain was overwhelming. Mark slowly hooked his fingers into each side of your running shorts and boxer briefs, and slid them down, exposing your bare ass. “Nice and smooth,” he commented. He ran his hand over your cheeks, massaging them slightly. He traced his forefinger from the bottom to the top of your crack, sending a not-unpleasant sensation up your spine. Then he slapped your right ass check. “Perfect,” he purred.
He pulled you up on your knees by your hips. You were on all fours, your head pounding, your left shoulder on fire. You felt his knees in between your legs, and then you felt him spread your legs apart with his. You heard a wet sound, him licking and sucking his fingers, and then you felt him spread your ass cheeks apart. He pressed on your clenched hole with his forefinger. He gave it another lick and then began prying you open and working his finger up inside you.
You couldn’t hold back the choking sob. Large tears began to spill out. “Please. Don’t.” you begged between heaving breaths.
“I told you. Be quiet and don’t cry, or else,” he said calmly, and then shoved his finger all the way up inside you, sending an unbearably sharp pain up your colon into your gut.
You gasped and cried out in pain. Mark responded by punching you full force in the side of your gut, knocking all the wind out of you. “I said, be fucking quiet, faggot.”
You heard him spit and a second later you felt a large warm pipe pressing against your anus, pushing its way in, overpowering your sphincter as it tried with all its might to keep the intruder out.
“Don’t fight me, boy,” Mark said threateningly. He pushed his cock harder. You couldn’t withstand the pressure and you felt the muscle give way and expand to let him in. You gasped. My god, the pain. The pressure. You really only got a glimpse at his cock earlier. It was a decent size you had quickly noted, but now inside you it felt gargantuan. 
Mark laughed. “That’s right. You’re mine now,” he taunted. “Fuck. It’s so fucking tight! Fucking hot as fire! I love virgin ass!”
It was slow going at first, and unbearably painful. Your anus was wrapped so tight around his thick shaft that he could barely motion in and out, especially with nothing but a little bit of his saliva as lube. Undeterred, he continued to force his way inside you with each grind of his hips. You could feel him going deeper and deeper. Jesus Christ, how many inches was he? How could he possibly mine your ass any deeper?
Eventually, he was thrusting in and out, adding more spit every couple minutes. He was holding your hips, and you could hear his balls smacking with every thrust. Each one, slamming you a little forward. But with his hands on your hips you took the full impact. He was owning you. It went on and on. How long had it been? Five minutes? 10 minutes? An hour? Six hours?
You were becoming delirious. This wasn’t really happening. You weren’t really on all fours with another man buried deep inside you. This wasn’t your life. Your mind went somewhere else while you were taken by this guy who could not possibly be related to one of your best friends.
Mark didn’t let up. He was picking up the pace and slapping your ass in between grunts of “Yeah, bitch. Take my cock.”
You felt as though you had left your own body. Even though all you could see was headboard and pillows, you imagined yourself watching the scene from the doorway as if it were happening to another person and not to you.
Now Mark was in a steady fast rhythm. You knew he was getting close. Am I about to feel what it is like to have a man cum inside me? You wondered. Is this what the dozens of women that I’ve fucked have felt? Has it been this painful for them? 
Mark began to grunt. Feral. Loud. Urgent. “Fuck yeaaaaahhh, ahhhhh!!!” And you felt it. In an odd way you were anticipating this. Almost looking forward to it, like some grand finale of a fireworks show. A warm liquid was flooding your colon. It didn’t seem like a lot. Was it? How much did he shoot in me?
He kept fucking you slowly for a couple more minutes. Now his dick was sliding in and out with ease, his manly load making everything slick. Mark pulled out and said in an even, commanding voice “Turn around.”
With absolutely no resistance left in you, you obeyed and turned around, staying on all fours.
“Open your mouth.”
You did as you were told and Mark slapped his dick on your inflamed forehead, eyes, and nose before shoving it in your mouth. He took a handful of your hair and said, “Nice and slow. Twirl your tongue around it and lick it clean. Taste my cock. Taste my cum and my spit. Taste your ass. Taste what we taste like together. And look at me while you do it.”
You did as you were told. For the first time you were looking him right in the eyes. Christ, you saw power there! You saw a Man. He was still hard, and his engorged cock filled your mouth. You were enjoying this a little. He had one hand entwined in your hair on the back of your head, slowly guiding you up and down his long shaft. The other hand was on his hip, giving him a powerful and masculine stance as he towered over you, looking down at his conquest. You were enjoying this a lot.
“That’s right. You’re my calm little bitch now. Ready to go get cleaned up? The boys should be back soon.” He pulled his dick out of your mouth and it made a slurping noise as the head passed your lips. You eagerly started back for more, but he gave a little chuckle and pulled his cock back. “No more for now,” he chided.
You placed your hands on his hips and kissed his abs, starting to work your way up. You licked and sucked on his nipple and kissed his chest.
“You’re a good little bitch now, aren’t you?” he smirked.
“Yes, sir,” you said breathlessly, caressing his strong arms.
He hopped off the bed and took you by the hand and led you into the bathroom. He turned on the shower and waited as the water got warm. He looked at you while you ran your hands over his chest and abs and shoulders, in total awe of this new discovery: Man.
The rest of the trip was a blur. You showered. You got dressed. Iced your forehead. The guys came back. You said you fell and hit your forehead. They all laughed and made a joke about how drunk you must’ve still been from the night before.
It wasn’t until you were back home with your fiancé that you realized just how lasting this experience would be. She was eager to get you in bed when you got home, but you couldn’t get hard for her. You passed it off as just being exhausted after a crazy weekend of partying. But you knew the truth.
You spent the next week gazing at the pictures of Mark the guy posted on their Instagram from the weekend. You jerked off to the thought of his perfect body on top of you, plowing you and holding you down with a hand wrapped around your throat.
You weren’t a man anymore. That part of your life was over now. Now you are what Mark made you. You are a bitch. You are a faggot. The only thing you want now is a man’s attention.
All you want to do is kneel, serve, and obey. 
#male worship#forced to kneel#forced feminized#resistance is futile#alpha master#jock bro#alpha jock#ripped#subbmisive#muscle god
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Cooking with the Baki boys😭👩🏾🍳
(Baki,pickle,jack,retsu)
Warnings: none
Gender neutral reader
Y’all i’m so busy this weekend and week i have church tomorrow and a baby shower, today I had a sweet 16 to go to for my cousin that ended at 10PM now my sister homecoming and i’m just getting back home and now I have to go pick up my makeup i left at my aunts house getting ready 🥲 then i have to wake up at like 1-2AM and go on a flight on sunday to go to disney for the week and then on friday im going to universal studios 💀😭
Baki:
He says he can cook but the only thing he can make is microwaved ramen noodles….💀 last time he made noodles he forget the damn water and you could smell through out the house this man just stood there like this with the damn noodles in his hand😭. Last time there was a puddle in the kitchen and this man had slipped and he had a bowl of cereal in his hand and that was just it for you.😭😭
Pickle
No, just no. Sometimes he’ll just tower over you watching you cut the veggies or meat, he’ll help in the kitchen sometimes when you allow him to he’s pretty good at remembering where the dishes go and the ingredients you used, but when he helps with the meal it’s a whole disaster last time you told him to put the pepper in the pan so you can cook them which he did you told him not to touch his damn eyes and wash his hands first but he does not like listening so what did he do…touch his eyes😭 he was running around like this to go wash his eye💀💀
Jack
He prefers to stay out the kitchen because of his massive hands they tend to get into things they’re not suppose to be in, he doesn’t know what “Wait.” means he’s always hangry and sneaks snacks if you take to long. Yes he’s grateful for having you cook for him and be his but this man loves his food, whenever you cook steak he always says “I want it raw.” you thought he meant something else for a second but this man was dead serious, last time he got banned from the kitchen for a week because he said “Hey babe you know how i like to eat my meat? I like to raw dog it.” you were like…
Retsu
The best of the best, this man is cooking breakfast, lunch, dinner, dessert, he loves watching those gorden ramsay however the hell you spell his damn name and he judges the food himself, he doesn’t want you to cook the food, he’s not saying your a bad cook you are but that’s what he loves to do it’s his passion especially his home country meals but whatever he cooks has you on that toilet calling for backup toilet paper this is you every time on the toilet 😭
#baki x reader#pickle baki#baki the grappler x reader#baki son of ogre#baki hanma#baki headcanons#baki the grappler#baki dou
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Day #2 Slade Subliminal Self-Challenge
Subs Listened: I Am.
Time Listened: Overnight, until my EarPods ran out of battery so around 5-6 hours.
Other Methods: Affirming and visualization.
Today’s Results:
-Got praised by everyone and everyone at work seemed more kind and helpful.
-My best friend group offering to treat me to one of my favorite places this weekend.
-A person I highly appreciate called me for 2 hours and really praised me for my work.
-A very famous person in my work environment praised me and gave me a gift, the person I mentioned above got jealous lol (in a healthy way).
-I got hinted that the outfit I want is going to be paid for plus I’m going to be gifted the clothes I needed.
-One of my cousins is taking me to a vacation because he suddenly got a very generous tax return.
-I’m getting a haircut for free.
-All of the wives of my male workmates adore me and we are having our own girl gang, we are getting along amazingly.
-Someone who has been problematic at work but has gotten away with stuff because of her flirty behavior has finally been called out and the person that I wanted to realize what they were doing has finally decided to put limits on her.
-Got invited for a date by SP even though this month they were not doing well economically.
With this, somehow, everyone around me is doing well economically and sharing their wealth with me which makes me happy. Let’s see which sub I’ll use tomorrow!
I also decided to clean my house and do a digital detox so I wouldn’t be affected by things. The only weird thing is that every night since I’ve started this, I have really lucid dreams that continue each time I sleep where I have a second life and I don’t know what to feel… Sometimes I just wanna stay there but I really cannot complain about what I have here.
#law of assumption#loa tumblr#loablr#manifestation#loa blog#affirm and persist#loassumption#loassblog#loa success#neville goddard#manifestation experiment#manifestation challenge#satella's manifestation experiments
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For vacations I have to go to my uncles house with my cousins, and he lives in a farm, but I’m just a twink gay and I don’t feel confortable there with so many men, so can I transform them into my twink gay best friends and spend summer looking for hunks to have sex with?
I think you are thinking way too complicated. Relax. Go to the spa and get pampered. Oka, there's no real spa here in the middle of nowhere, of course, but Ol' Gus cuts your whole family's hair here. He should know his business.
You take a seat in the barber's chair. With your blond hair and pink tips, you are an exotic here. In general, the only permissible colors here seem to be brown like the wood paneling, black like the leather of the seats, and blue like the jeans of the other customers. Anyway, you've now been persuaded to give Gus a try. So you tell him that he doesn't need to cut at all, you actually just want a foam scalp massage and then have him blow dry it and a little hair wax would be nice.
Gus looks a little irritated. And washes your hair. He asks if you're going to the stadium with your cousins later. Have a few beers and watch the baseball game. Sure thing, you answer. But the beer would be more important than the game. Laughter around you. And any other plans for the weekend, asks Gus. Probably go hunting with my cousins, you say. Gus laughs and asks if that's a euphemism for fucking each other in the ass. General laughter again. You look at Gus questioningly. Could he imagine one of your chewing tobacco hillbilly relatives being gay? All gay, says Gus and brushes the loose hair from your head.
What do I owe you, you ask. Five dollars, Gus replies. Six dollars if you want another beer before you go. You give Gus ten dollars, finish the first beer in one go, take a second and sit down with the other customers.
Obviously, it's worth it to stay here and get the gossip you need. Something to fuck should be easy to find then.
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Hello I was tagged by a lot of people for wip Wednesday thank you @devirnis @rogerzsteven @wildlife4life @rewritetheending @homerforsure @jeeyuns! Now. Are you all going to kill me with hammers if I say that when I sat down this morning to work on literally any of the many wips I have open, I instead wrote a short drabble set in the future of ER nurse Eddie au? Well. Here you go!
Warnings for alcohol and some mostly glossed over nsfw content
Was listening to this song on repeat while writing
"Your sister isn't, like, a secret Olympian is she?"
"Well, if it's secret enough, why would I know? Thank you." That second part Eddie aims at Adriana as she hands him a drink. He assumes she's not the athlete in question. "Why?"
"There's nets a little down the way, I asked if she wanted to play some volleyball and she got, like, this look on her face."
Eddie very carefully tries not to also get a look on his face, and somewhere to his left Adriana stirs the margarita mix a little harder to mask a tiny laugh. "Oh. Well I'm sure that's fine."
Buck smiles at him in a studious sort of way, tongue in the side of his mouth. "Now, I wouldn't be getting tricked in some way, would I?"
"Mm?" Eddie responds, neutrally.
"Or, perhaps, fooled?"
"Hm." He takes a sip of his drink.
Buck steps closer, looming over him, grin growing into something wide and conspiratorial. “Hoodwinked, maybe?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Eddie says, aiming for lofty but landing somewhere around embarrassingly giddy as Buck kisses him once, twice. “No all state varsity girls softball champions in my family. Sophia has never in her life accidentally broken anybody’s arm with how fast her spike is.”
“Jesus,” Buck laughs, puffs of air against Eddie’s skin. “You’re just gonna let me go out there and face possible bodily harm?”
“Her aim has improved.”
He laughs, and pulls Eddie in for another kiss. There's sand in Buck's hair, but there aren't many places sand isn't in this Air BNB up the coast with a backyard that opens right onto the dunes. They'd only got there yesterday and already the grit is under Eddie's nails, dragged across his skin, in his clothes and bedsheets. It’s an abrasive sort of dirtiness that Eddie doesn’t really mind, he feels like he’ll come home at the end of the weekend scrubbed clean by it, but he’d wondered, worried, that being so close to the beach for so long might make old fears rise up in Chris or Buck. They’d both tossed themselves right into the waves with the cousins all day long, though, and had gone out to do so again today, and it was only very late at night that Buck admitted in a whisper that it’s not the feeling of the water or the sand, but the endless roar of the tide when the rest of the world was quiet that left him feeling helpless and awake. Eddie had reached out for his hand, and they’d fucked slowly and silently, surrounded by thin walls in a house full of people, and the heady thrill of restraint had his hands and legs and everything shaking by the time he’d come. Buck — and Eddie is not not smug about this — had slept soundly the rest of the night.
Anyway. They kiss in the kitchen until Adriana stirs the pitcher with even louder, more pointed clanging. Buck pulls back first. “You wanna come play on my team?”
“No,” Eddie says, making a face that has Buck laughing again. “I’m staying in the shade and drinking margaritas.” He clanks the ice around his beverage in demonstration.
“Great plan,” Buck says, stealing a small sip. Eddie feels like he should say something about sobriety and childcare, but they’re on vacation and Sophia is out there and responsibly dry even if she may or may not be planning sports related manslaughter.
“I’ll meet you out there later.”
“Okay,” Bucks says, kissing his cheek. “I was a lifeguard for a few weeks once, so if you get really drunk and fall in the sea I’ll come fish you out.”
“My hero,” Eddie salutes him with the glass. Buck is several feet away into the sand when Eddie blinks and calls out. “Hey- wait, Buck! Wait!” Eddie grabs the sunscreen off the counter and follows a few feet off the porch. “Mi vida, wait,” he laughs the words as Buck skids to a clumsy turn and stumbles back to him. Eddie holds up the sunscreen. “Come on, don’t get lobstered, I won’t rub aloe on you later.”
Buck takes the bottle and applies a quick but generous layer. “I think you would,” he says quietly, voice and mouth curved all sly.
“Mm,” Eddie says again, neutrally, making steady eye contact as he accepts the bottle back and takes a sip of his drink slow enough that the alcohol burns in his mouth. Buck lets out one last huff of a laugh, kisses his cheek again, and marches off towards certain doom.
Eddie retreats back into the shade, with the drinks.
Adriana, at the counter, is staring at him.
“What?” Eddie absolutely does not hide behind his glass.
“Mi vida?” She asks, face tipped more towards surprised than teasing. “So it’s serious.”
Fuck. Eddie regrets saying it in front of someone who understands the words. Not the language but the context, what it might mean for Eddie to admit to thinking of a relationship in that way. Someone who knew him, during Shannon and the mess that came after, and after again. Someone who knows him, knows what a fearful man he grew into, knows the protective armor he forges out of carefully kept distance. Eddie was never good at commitment, and has learned to be perpetually frightened of the word forever because he's become intimately familiar with how quickly it can be ripped away. Mi vida, my life. It's terribly revealing. What a promise, what an act of trust. Buck, my life. He'd said it so easily, and staring back at his youngest sister now he doesn't think he can convincingly deny any conclusions she's drawing.
So. "Yes," he says, finishing his drink and holding out the glass for another. "I… it's serious." Gulp, gulp. “He… it’s serious.”
She nods, eyebrows raised all the way up, sipping her own drink. “I mean, clearly you’re all over each other, but I thought it was because he’s, like, tall and hot-“
“Ugh.”
“But like…” her glass tips towards him, liquid dangerously close to spilling. “You’re for real. Are you going to marry this man?”
Jesus. “Jesus, Ri.” Christ. Eddie finishes this drink, too. “I don’t- I don’t know. I can’t even think about that. I don’t know.”
“Okay, well, not marriage then,” she waves one hand to brush away the concept, while the other hand pours him another drink. “But like… You love him.”
Yes. He does, down to his bones he does, all consuming in a way he sometimes forgets to be scared of because it’s Buck, who makes it easy. He loves him, and has loved him, probably, he’ll admit it because of the two margaritas, since he was a stranger that once held his hand who’d pulled his son from a tsunami. It’s only been a year since they’d shared a cigarette and gone home together, but Eddie hardly needed any of that time to know the terrifying scale of this, the you’re it for me of it. He’d known, probably, two margaritas, since that first morning in the same bed. “I love him.”
It comes out awful and whispery and it makes Adriana move around the bar to wrap her arms around him. He leans his head on hers, lets himself be comforted in a way he wouldn’t have in his father’s house when they were young and there wasn’t really space for them to be friends around the roles of protector and protected they’d been slotted into. She smells like sunscreen and salt and limes, and is lovely and warm.
“You seem a lot happier,” she says quietly into his shoulder. “We- I don’t know. I was worried about you.” She leans back, knocks his arm with her knuckles. “So far away.” He doesn’t think she’s talking about the distance between California and Texas. “But he makes you, like… happy and goofy. It’s been a long time.”
He doesn’t point out that they’re on vacation, and it’s summer, and it isn’t always like this; that sometimes their sharp edges fit together wrong and there's a lot of horrible grinding sounds until they align again. But. "He makes me feel safe."
Her eyes glisten a little at the implication that a lot of the time he doesn't. "I'm glad you found each other."
Eddie smiles, genuinely, despite the circumstances of the finding. "Me too."
She knocks back her drink. "Are you going to tell mom and dad?"
"God." He scrubs a hand over his face, and then back through his hair for good measure. A year ago the answer had been a firm no. Texas was far away, he could live a whole life out here exactly as he wanted it and answer to no one. But Buck and Pepa go to bridge, now, and Buck is here on this Diaz Siblings trip when no other partners are because his sisters wanted to meet him, and the cousins all adore him, and Texas is far away but it's where Isabel lives now and Eddie knows- hopes- knows that she would love him, too. And he's taught himself fear for so long that he can't imagine it going any way but badly, but maybe he owes Ramon and Helena the chance to see his whole life and be happy for him, with him. "Maybe. I think… yeah, maybe."
She hugs him again, tight, and then puts her hands on her hips. "You know you still have us as backup. We won't let them be shitty."
He laughs. "I don't know if you can let them do anything."
"Mm," she says, moving to fill her glass again. "Me and Sophia are in possession of more grandchildren than you, that's a lot of leverage."
"Hey, I have Chris, quality over quantity," he grins and then dodges the drops of margarita she flicks at him.
"Fucker. Offer rescinded, I won't forbid them from seeing the kids if they don't immediately put up a pride flag."
He snorts, but he can feel his smile twisting sideways. "Adriana. I don't want you to fuck up your relationship with them for me."
"You think you have exclusive rights to childhood trauma in the Diaz family?" She shrugs, takes a drink, and then shrugs again a little sadder. "It's… it can be easier to stand up for someone else."
He takes a steadying breath against the regret of only being there for his sisters in some ways and not others, and nods, and holds a hand across the bar for her to take. "Here's to ruining Christmas," he says, glass in the air. They drink.
"You wanna go watch your boy get destroyed in the fine arena of weirdly competitive vacation volleyball?" She asks, setting her empty glass down.
He sets his next to hers, and contemplates just how clumsily he's about to go stumbling across the sand from all that rapidly digested tequila. "Sure." Buck will be too busy fighting for his life out there to notice him looking foolish. Though, and he can blame the sappy smile on the third margarita, he thinks Buck would still, always, catch him if he fell. “It’s so sad that I’ll have to tell them that I had a boyfriend who tragically died because Sophia spiked him into the earth’s core.”
She laughs, and they hook their arms together, and walk out into the sun.
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Wires - Six
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A/N: Hey! I hope you will love this! Btw, no Illicit Affairs tomorrow I will post on Sunday as I have been sick all week! Enjoy!
Warnings: Talks of drugs, language | Word Count: 2,700
“We’re home,” Gavriel said, parking in front of the Galathynius’ mansion. She almost rolled her eyes; she should have known he would drive her there when he said he would drive her home.
She and Gavriel flew home for the week of break, while Lysandra and Aedion enjoyed their time in vacation. Fenrys had invited her to stay in Monaco with him for a few days, to catch up as he said, but all the emotions written all over her uncle’s house were the reason why she wasn’t partying with her friends.
She barely looked at the house, the knowledge of what and who was inside was damning enough. “My leg hurts.”
“Wait an hour.”
She threw him an annoyed gaze, “My leg hurts. I want a pill.”
“Wait an hour,” he repeated, tone dry. “It’s every six hours.”
“Those indications are bullshit.”
“And that reasoning, young lady,” he said, “Is why you’re here for a week.”
She chuckled, “What, the Galathynius’ mansion turned into a rehab center between yesterday and today?” He had threatened her a couple of times to send her to rehab already. Ever since goddamn Rowan Whitethorn snitched on her after leaving her high and dry.
She’d been weak, allowing herself one second the reminder of the taste of his lips on hers, to remind herself how it felt when Rowan Whitethorn got his hands on her and made her feel as if the world had stopped.
Even years after, it felt better than any high the drugs gave her. But the fact was that it destroyed her more than the pills or other shits.
A mistake. It had been a mistake, and one she didn’t care to repeat.
“You are lucky, Aelin,” Gavriel sighed. “I don’t think you realize that.”
She snorted, feeling like a child. “I’m lucky you and Aedion and his team cannot risk a scandal during a season.”
He glared at her, “Neither me nor Aedion care about scandal or reputation. We care for you, and we know you. Would you like to be shipped off to some rehab? If so, tell me and you’ll be there tonight.”
She glared at him, temper rising, “I want you to leave me the fuck alone and let me do my own choices.”
He sighed, and she knew it took a lot from him to not let his anger rise. She could count on one hand the times she saw her uncle angry, and bless her it had never been at her. “Doing coke is not a choice, it’s a mistake. One that your cousin and I are desperately trying to prevent from happening again.”
She looked away, jaw clenching. She would kill Whitethorn. She swore it, she would kill him. “So, what, you want to fix me?”
“I want my niece to be okay.”
Her bottom lip quivered as she looked back at him, “Then don’t make me see him, please.”
They both knew who she was talking about. Her father. She couldn’t see him, lying in this bed. This was just a body, not her father. Her father was the man who would wake her up in the middle of the night to take her skiing, he was the man who would take her on his knees and let her think she was driving his car.
He was the man with a fierce passion for adrenaline and whose eyes were so filled with love he could make everything better. The man in the bed was only a shell. Her father was gone, and it was all the Whitethorn’s fault.
She hated them, wanted them to rot on hell and suffer. Instead, Whitethorn’s son was winning glory every weekend and once more, tried to ruin her life. She would claw him face out the next time he got near her.
He sighed, “We’re here because there’s someone I would like you to meet inside, she is talking with your mother. You don’t have to visit him if you don’t have to, but you’re staying with me this week. Not alone.”
She hated that, but she also knew him enough to know she didn’t have any room to negotiate, and she should feel grateful that his overbearing son had decided to travel instead of coming along. “Fine,” she gave in. “Let get this over with.”
The moment she entered her former house, it was like her mother heard an alarm. She almost ran out of the living room and threw her arms around Aelin’s neck, hugging her so tight she was almost choking. “Cariño, te he echado de menos,” she said, and Aelin thought her mother was close to tears. Honey, I missed you.
“Yo también te he echado de menos, mamá.” I’ve missed you too, Mom.
She pulled back from the embrace, keeping hands on her shoulders as she looked her up and down. The worry that escaped her was almost intoxicating. Then, still in Spanish she blurted, “You’re so thin, Gavriel are you even feeding her? Oh, no, darling. I’ll cook you your—”
“Evalin,” Gavriel stopped her in a second, always with a kind smile on his face.
She also broke into a smile, “I’m so sorry, you had a long flight.” Then, she turned her nervous gaze on Aelin. “I know you are probably tired, baby, but there is someone here to meet you and speak about… a few things. If you’re not up to it, I can ask her to come back tomorrow.”
“See, that’s what we call giving a choice. You should try it someday,” she told Gavriel, which made him roll his eyes. “She’ll meet her now, thank you Evalin.”
Aelin whispered something that wasn’t nice under her breath, and fortunately Gavriel’s ears didn’t catch it. Or maybe he just pretended not to hear, she wasn’t sure. “Who the hell do you even want me to meet?”
He shrugged; a hand high on her back to guide her into the living room. Then, when she walked in, Aelin saw a brunette standing. She wasn’t tall, hell Aelin could even call her tiny. She smiled and held her hand to Aelin, then introduced herself in English. “Hello, my name is Elide. I know how confusing things can be, but I promise it will all work out. I’m here to guide you to sobriety, and to help you in your everyday life.”
Aelin looked down at the hand Elide was holding her, making no move to shake it. Instead, she turned to her uncle. There was a stranger in her house, and she didn’t wish to make a scene but… still. “A nanny?”
He glared at her, she really made it hard for him to keep his temper in check. “Don’t be rude, Aelin.”
When she looked back at Elide, she didn’t seem offended at all. Aelin cocked her head to the side and crossed her arms, “Define sobriety.”
“The absence of any drugs in your system.”
“Define any, because you’re all talking as if me taking drugs is a regular thing. It happened once, I’m far from an addict.”
“Could you go a day without the pills for pain?”
Aelin was full on glaring now, and she wasn’t ashamed. “I couldn’t, Elide. Weren’t they prescribed in case I’m in pain? So no, since pain is a daily thing, so are the pills.”
“If they are taken for medicinal purposes, there shouldn’t be any problem then.”
Exactly where she was going. “Exactly, so you can go back to whatever you were doing before today without any problem then.”
“Well, no.” Elide smiled, though Aelin felt as if it was all fake. “Since you have nothing to hide, Aelin, you won’t mind me following you around for a few weeks? You know, to give your family some peace of mind.”
Aelin turned to her mother, her eyes turned pleading. In Spanish she said, “Mommy, didn’t dad always tell us that strangers shouldn’t come in our life? Look how it ended the last time we let other people close. Mommy—”
“Aelin,” Elide stopped her. “If you are trying to prove you are not an addict, it is your moment. But trying to manipulate your mother is not a good start.”
“Manipulate?” Aelin hissed, feeling cornered. “Don’t you—”
“Aelin,” Gavriel stopped her with a hand on her. “We understand it would be a hard adjustment, but this is the better option for everyone.”
“For you, you mean. I don’t think invading my privacy is what I’d call the best option.”
“I’m sure rehab will be better suited for your tastes, then?”
“Listen, Aelin,” Elide stopped her. “I understand that privacy is a big thing, and I won’t be with you all the time. I only wish for your good health, mentally and physically.”
“Then leave.”
She shrugged, “My uncle is in the business too, so if you rather have him with you most of the day…”
“Please, my girl,” her mother breathed, grabbing her hand. “For papa, we want you to be healthy.”
“I am not an addict mommy, please believe me,” she pleaded.
“I’m only asking to believe you, but it is a lot of incidents in a short amount of time.”
She sighed, apparently, she wouldn’t get shit from her mother. She’d have to get rid of this problem by herself. She would find a solution, if only because she knew she couldn’t allow it to be the end. She could face everything now, and no one in this room understood. She sighed, giving in because she knew she had no choices, “You’re not watching me pee.”
“I’ll turn around,” Elide said.
She rolled her eyes, “I need a nap.”
“Would you let Elide explain the details of the arrangement first?”
It wasn’t as if Aelin had a choice, and the most detail she knew, the better her plans to get rid of this arrangement would be. She sat on the couch, but hatred had her type a too-familiar number on her phone and type I hate you. It was petty, that much she was willing to admit. But hey, it did the trick.
Aelin was to spend most of her days with Elide, but she was allowed to spend her nights alone. Parties were fine, as long as it wasn’t on a daily basis and that Aelin stayed reasonable with alcohol. She hadn’t asked what reasonable meant, but Aelin was sure she had a very different definition of the word than Elide did.
Every three days, Aelin was to take urinal tests to test her for drugs. And the worst of them all, Elide would keep her pills to regulate how much she took. She almost stood and screamed at that, but instead Aelin took it all as her uncle laid a hand on her shoulder, apparently anticipating a reaction from her.
She looked down at her phone as Elide kept talking, but her speech about being sober was less entertaining than the three texts waiting on her phone, all coming from the number she had texted a few minutes ago.
< First text in six years and this is what I get?
< What have I done to deserve this gift?
Then, a few minutes after, < Aelin?
How could he be so infatuating even in texts? She was ready to spend a good time thinking of how she hated him, but then her phone started ringing. She recognized the number too easily, and her heart missed a bit. She could spend him to voicemail, she should. But she had taken too much in herself today, and if there was one thing about Rowan whitethorn it was how easy it was to pick a fight with you.
“Yeah, very interesting,” Aelin said, standing and giving Elide the same fake-smile she had been given earlier. “I have to take thing, but very good oral speaking skills.”
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Aelin closed the door of her door, and didn’t spent too much time wondering about her teenage memories in this room before she picked up the phone. “You had to pick up on the last ring.”
She rolled her eyes, his voice annoying her. She already regretted picking up the fight that was to come. “You should be grateful I found time to answer.”
“After you sent the first text?”
“Why did you call? You could have just ignored me. Hell, how did you even know it was me?”
“Because you haven’t changed your number in the last fifteen years. But, Aelin,” she hated the way her named rolled off his tongue, how it made her stand straighter. “How did you know my number?”
She couldn’t really say she still knew it, if only because her teenage self had typed it so much it felt like muscle memory. “Doesn’t matter. Just wanted to pass a message.”
“That I should go fuck myself?”
“That,” she said, ignoring any other thought that might cross her cursed mind. “And mind your own business, alright?”
“What are you talking about?” He asked, and she could feel the tension through the line.
Was he seriously asking such a thing? “The next time you feel like playing hero and want to look like a good guy, don’t include me and what I do in private in those plans.”
She wasn’t too keen in mentioning what had taken place in the bathroom after he found her. Really not. She hoped he wasn’t either; it would be great.
“Ah,” he sighed. “I see.”
For a second she was silent, and so was he. But she could hear him breathe, and she desperately tried to look for any signs that would help her understand what was going on in his mind. She didn’t know why, probably only curiosity.
“You’ve ruined my life enough,” she said. “Just… Leave me be.”
He snorted, “You’re the one to say that?”
Her back stiffened, “What is that supported to mean?”
“F1 is my thing, but you had to come and ruin it. You had to impose me your goddamn presence when you never cared for this world before. What was it? Were you bored? Leave, because you’re ruining it all.”
“If I could not have to see you every week I would,” she hissed. “But don’t blame your losses on me.” Indeed, it wasn’t a good start of the season for him. And the fact that her cousin’s season was starting much better was only icing on the cake. “Maybe it’s time for retirement.”
“Stop talking as if you had no other choice,” he hissed back.
“Maybe I don’t!”
A moment of silence, and of regret on her part. Then… “What does that mean?”
“Nothing,” she rushed to say. “Listen, I don’t want to see you as much as you don’t want to see me. Ignore me and I’ll do the same, mind your own business and I’ll do the same.”
“It’s not enough,” she could almost see him shake his head. “You won’t be far enough for my sanity.”
Was his misplace hate for her that strong? Gods, his audacity… “I’m being nice, Rowan, because all I want to do is ruin your life.”
“You already did.”
The man lying in a bad in her very house seemed to say the opposite. “You’re a liar.”
“I’ll avoid you as much as possible,” he said. “And if you want to destroy your life and become one of those clichés rich girl addict to coke or whatever drug they find themselves in position of, do it. I don’t give a shit anymore.”
Full of sarcasm she said, “Thank you for your blessing, I was only waiting for it.”
He sighed, his temper rising. “Why do you always have to be so—”
He stopped himself then, and Aelin told herself she should hang up. She really should, but she made no move to do it. She told herself that once she hung up, she would be alone and she wasn’t sure to trust herself, but it didn’t sound like then entire truth.
Quietly, he started, “Aelin, are you…” Then a long pause. “Never mind. I’ll stay away, do the same.”
And then he hung up.
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through the hourglass 7. brb x oc
a/n: You know I promised myself the sequel wouldn't be as fluffy and yet here we are
pairing: plus size!oc x rooster
warnings: fluff, FLUFF MY GOD FLUFF I HAVE CAVITIES!!!!!!!!
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They arrived home early after spending the weekend with her uncle, aunt and cousins at Roberto’s brand new yacht and enjoying a lovely seafood dinner. It was sad to leave Palermo because even if they did do a lot of things, it still felt there was more to be done, more places to visit, more experiences to have.
They both agreed they needed to go again in the near future, hopefully spend more time there too. They both thanked the Uber driver when he left them at their doorstep, the sun finally breaking on the horizon with the shades of purples turning into pinks and reds as the morning finally began. Beatrice inhaled deeply, closing her eyes with a smile “I loved Palermo, I’m not going to lie, but I’m glad to be back home.”
Rooster laughs in agreement, pulling the keys out of his back pocket to unlock the door “I know what you mean, I would’ve liked to stay but at the same time,” the door is pushed open and he steps back to let her walk in first “I missed our house.” Beatrice walks in and rolls her suitcase on the hallway, the sound of Michael's snoring from the guest room making her smile as she gestures to the second floor “I hear it.” He says with his eyes traveling upwards. That is until he looks around with confusion “Where’s Jojo? I thought she’d come rushing over.”
Beatrice hummed, looking around the living room in hopes to see her but she couldn’t “Well the backyards doors are closed, she’s not out there. Maybe she’s hidden in the laundry room.” She suggests, grabbing her suitcase handle “Let’s just take these upstairs, just for safety.” As in ‘let’s not leave it here or Michael is going to trip and fall because he doesn’t pay attention’.
She peeks at her snoring brother in the guest room for a quick second, seeing the covers are all over the floor and his face is hidden in the pillow. Beatrice just smiles, turning the light in their room only to hear a continuous thumping coming from the bed. Jolene was on the bed, something she never did before, with her eyes almost watering and body shaking with excitement “Oh my Gosh, hi baby!” She coos quietly, crouching to the ground and letting Jolene rush forward, almost making Beatrice lose her balance.
Jolene didn’t know who to go first, running between Rooster and Bea with a velocity that could break the sound barrier, soft whining breaking from her throat until she finally leapt on Rooster’s lap, letting the pilot scratch her ribs and tummy while she licked his face, “I missed you too, Jojo.” they both tried to keep their voices down so they wouldn’t wake Michael up, letting Jolene run about and bring her sock monkey to them with her tail wagging, “Yeah, we missed you a lot Jojo, we did.”
The pittie whined again, zooming inside the room before launching herself on their bed, “I think she missed us more than we thought.” Beatrice whispered, patting her dog’s head, “She never jumps on beds, she probably wanted our scent close by, poor baby.”
Beatrice stood to her feet, groaning quietly as she stretched her arms, looking back at him, “That was really good wasn’t it?”
“It was great.” he agreed, “Do you want to surprise Michael by preparing breakfast and scaring him?”
Beatrice’s smile widened, “I like that idea.” she giggles, pulling her hair out of her ponytail to run her fingers through it, “I am a bit tired but we can nap later, right?” He agrees, stepping closer to her to kiss her forehead before they walk out again, Jolene following just as quietly, almost as if she knew they didn’t want to wake Michael up.
Beatrice surveyed the kitchen knowing very well her brother didn’t cook anything beyond instant ramen so she wasn’t surprised to see the kitchen looking absolutely pristine. She smiles, turning on the light to grab cups from the cabinet, hearing her brother’s snoring get even louder from above them. “You know,” she begins as she grabs the coffee maker, “I think our honeymoon was pretty fun.”
“It was pretty fun.” he says with a smile, opening the fridge to check inside “Your brother went grocery shopping for us.”
“Of course he did, he always does that. I might prepare him waffles since he was so nice like that.”
Rooster grins, grabbing the egg carton and milk, closing the door with his hip, “I can prepare something if you want.” he says, but Beatrice just gives him a small smile and kisses his cheek, reassuring him he doesn’t have to, “Fine, then I’ll just stay nearby in case you need hel
“I’d like that.” she giggles, turning the coffee maker on and grabbing a bowl to prepare her brother’s waffles. They stood in the kitchen chatting quietly with Jolene never leaving their side, in fact she was lying right next to them and always followed their steps when they walked away from her.
Bradley took his time to watch Beatrice from the corner of his eye, smiling to himself at how happy she looked. She looked a bit more tanned and he could see the bikini lines peeking from under the collar of her shirt, her freckles a bit more prominent because of the sunbathing in the Palermo sun and he couldn’t fall for her even more, “You look beautiful.” he says and this time she doesn’t seem that surprised, her cheeks flush up but she smiles up at him, “You really do.”
“You look really handsome too.” she whispers, scooting closer to him to kiss his jawline, “Hard to think you can be even more handsome than normal, but alas.” They laughed quietly, the honeymoon stage was still in full bloom and they were both enjoying it. He was going back to work tomorrow and he hoped it’d take a long time for him to get deployed again - he didn’t know if that was possible but he hoped so - so they could have more time together.
He recalled something her uncle told him when they were back at his house and out on the balcony but away from the others. Roberto looked at him deep in the eyes, placed a hand on his shoulder and smiled, “You are good for her, ragazzo. You make our little tesoro very happy, never doubt that.”
He reassured her uncle that he didn’t doubt it, instead he never believed something so much because she made him happy too. Extremely happy.
With their married life not ‘officially’ happening, he didn’t think it’d be that different from their dating life. They’ve lived together for a while now, therefore there isn’t much to change, right? That is unless you consider the kids aspect they talked about months ago and before returning to Cali.
-
“So, you know how we have that empty room close to ours?”
They were walking back to the hotel with gelatos in their hands - hazelnut chocolate for him and almond caramel for her - , licking the side of his hand when some of the cold treat slid down, “Yeah?”
Beatrice taps the side of her up with the colorful spoon, chewing her lower lip, “...there could be a baby room there…maybe? I mean it’s a thought…” he just watches her with his brow up “M-Maybe, hah, maybe We should have the baby first! Maybe I shouldn’t talk so much, maybe—“ she makes a noise in her throat, akin to desperation and awkwardness, before scooping a big spoonful of gelato and shoving it into her mouth, so much her cheeks stuffed and she avoided her husband's eyes.
Bradley laughs quietly, stepping close to her so his hand was on her waist “I think it’s better to have it ready for the baby don’t you think?” Beatrice swallowed the gelato slowly and hissed when she undoubtedly had a brain freeze from shoving so much into her mouth “We’ve talked about children before Bea.”
“I know…” she mutters “But, I don’t know?? You know?”
He did not know.
Beatrice sighs, rubbing a hand over her face “It’s just, I mean…I— I want it, of course I do but I don’t want to get over excited? Does that make sense?” She groans “Because, okay, I have to- okay.” She stops them in the middle of the sidewalk, staying close to a wall so the other people walking around could pass without being interrupted “I have something to tell you.” His eyes immediately widened “I-I’m not pregnant! But…um… how do I say this…”
He leans his shoulder against the wall and gets more of his gelato as she tries to explain “Okay, so…ugh…so before the wedding…do you remember how I visited my aunt?”
“I do.”
“Yes well,I…” she frowns, chewing her lower lip “I wanted to ask her more than her input on my cousins coming…you see I…” all she hoped was that he didn’t think she was absolutely batshit crazy. “There’s this thing in my family, apparently,that we— I mean the ones that give birth can hear…their future children,” he stops eating them, furrowing his eyebrows “…and I kind of…was…? Hearing it? A few months back?”
Bradley immediately stops and holds a hand up, clenching his eyes “Hold on, wait, you are saying that you…heard our future child even it not being here?”
Was that reaction expected? Yes but she didn’t know how to go from there so she chose the awkward quiet laughter “Oh, haha, yeah, c-crazy isn’t it? It’s crazy, it’s probably a joke! We should just go back-“
He holds her wrist when she tries to walk past him to the hotel, keeping her in place. Beatrice just looks up at him guiltily, then avoids his gaze in the same second “Gorgeous, look at me,” his eyebrows rise up to his hairline and he leans closer when Beatrice slowly looks back “Is that true?” He felt crazy for asking but he felt like he should do it, he felt like he had to know. Beatrice hesitated but nodded, still chewing her lower lip “…holy shit.”
“I-I know.”
“And you are sure you aren’t pregnant?” Beatrice nods again, saying she was keeping track ever since she stopped the birth control shots “…okay. Okay. So…what does that mean exactly?”
“Well according to my aunt it means the baby wants to uh…say hi in a way. Kind of let us know it’s coming?”
Bradley stares at her with his eyes blinking quickly, then let’s go of her wrist to rub his forehead. She felt so guilty, what if he thinks she’s just making it up to speed the process? Even if he said so it doesn’t mean he wants a baby now, they had to plan it and what if he thought it was an excuse of some sort? She shouldn’t have brought it up she really shouldn’t- “That is kinda crazy but…I…” he laughs softly “I mean, I don’t know it’s also really cool.”
She stares at him like he grew three heads “Wait, really?”
“Yeah, really. Knowing our future child is trying to…talk to us in some way is a bit exciting isn’t it?” He shrugs with a grin “Plus, I mean, what parents wouldn’t like to have that sort of news? I think it’s something to be cherished, don’t you?”
Beatrice only looked at him,gawking, not believing his words but also understanding that this was Rooster and Rooster was probably the most open minded person she had ever met. Beatrice could only gawk at him a bit more, then blink back the surprise and smile at him, “...Really?”
He chuckles, giving her an ‘are you serious?’ look, “Yeah, baby, it’s not…the usual thing but I’m not freaked out…well,maybe a little but not enough to consider this crazy.”
“Really?”
The repeated question made him smile even more, approaching her to wrap his arms around her waist, leaning down to kiss her forehead, ‘Yes, really, Bea. Maybe the little Bradshaw is just eager to show up.” and his eyes shone when he said Little Bradshaw. Honestly it was almost unreal to hear that, but her soft laugh only made him laugh with her, “So…who knows, huh? Did you aunt tell you when…?”
“Oh um…not really? She said soon.” she shrugs, “I-I don’t know when though,Roos. Are you sure you don’t find it creepy?” she had to make sure, “Because well,I–”
“I think it’s kinda awesome to be honest. I am a bit freaked out but in the good sense…and well, if that means there’s someone coming maybe…it means we should keep trying to make them come faster, huh?”
Beatrice’s cheeks heated up but she agreed while biting her lower lip, “I wouldn’t mind that.”
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Steps coming from the staircase made the two of them look up from their coffee mugs to see a zombified Michael slowly making his way down wearing a white tank top and sleeping shorts with guitars on them - and fuzzy monster slippers - his hair a complete mess and he didn’t seem to understand why the lights were on, “Jojo…” he croaks and the pittie looks up from her bowl, “Did you turn on the lights?” he steps into the kitchen, not seeing his sister and brother in law seated on the table having their breakfast, “Do pitbulls do that? Are you that smart?”
“Hi Michael-”
“Jesus!” her brother tumbled back with his eyes widening immediately when he took notice of the two sipping their coffee, smiling at him, “What-who–wait, how did you two???” he looks at the clock on their wall, “I thought you guys were coming in the afternoon?”
“I told you we were coming earlier,Mike.” she says sweetly, furrowing her brows at her brother’s bags under his eyes, “Are you okay? You look really tired.”
“Uh…no, no I’m fine.” he runs his hand through his hair, licking his lips trying to wake up the best he could only to remain confused, “Wait, today is monday?” a noise of agreement from both of them, “What the hell…”
Beatrice takes her brother’s confusion as because he slept late, probably watching a show he liked and didn't notice it until he was passed out on the couch. She stands up, picking a plate from the counter and holding it up to him, “I made you waffles.”
“Wha?” Michael’s bleary gaze slowly turned to the plate, holding it with both hands, his brain trying to understand what it was, not connecting the dots that his sister and brother in law were already back and made him breakfast. “...oh…thanks?”
“You are welcome.” she giggles, ‘You look really tired, was it a long week?”
Michael blinked hard, then let out a quiet chuckle, “Hah, uh, yeah you can say that.” he shifted his eyes to Jolene who just wagged her tail happily, “But glad you two are back, how was the honeymoon? Spare me the romantic details though.”
“It was great.” Bradley replied instead of Beatrice, tipping his mug to his lips and sipping the black coffee, “We visited a lot of places, ate a lot of food, had a yacht ride with your uncle.” Michael stopped pouring the syrup on top of his waffles to furrow his brows at the pilot, “Yeah, he got himself a yacht.”
He turns to his sister for confirmation, then blinks hard when she nods, “Dad is going to love to know about that.” he jokes, “But uh, anyway, thanks for the waffles lovebirds but I–” he turns to the clock again, “I’m going to be late so I’ll just shove this inside a container of some sort and change as fast as I can and then get out.” he proceeds to take the plate out of the kitchen, leaving the two of them alone in there, only to pop his head back in, “Glad to see you two back.” then disappears.
Beatrice just smiles, sighing happily into her mug as she turns to Rooster who leans back on his seat making space for her to sit on his lap, which she does immediately while balancing the coffee mug on her grasp, “He’ll be fine.” she says once she settles down, “He’s just going to wake up later.”
“Hah, fair enough.” his chin is propped on her shoulder so his eyes are directly focused on her profile, his cheeks flexing into a grin and Beatrice could feel the subtle movement, turning her head towards him as she sipped her coffee, “I think the baby will look like you.”
Beatrice’s cheeks turn red immediately, “...Yeah?”
“I think so, they’ll have your nose and your eyes.” he begins, “You know that green and blue eyes are dominant features, right?”
“I might’ve heard something about that.” she giggles, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, “I think the baby will look like you though. I think…they’ll have your eyes as well and your chin.” she gently rubs his chin for emphasis, then slides her hand to his cheek, cupping his cheekbone while brushing her thumb under his eyelid “...Or maybe, they’ll just be a mix of both.”
“That could happen.” he smiles, “I’ll love them either way, you know that.”
Beatrice’s chest swarmed with butterflies, so much that she inhaled deeply, her eyes shining as she took in his words, “I know, Roos.” she whispers, “...I have a confession to make.”
“Another one?”
Beatrice lets out another laugh, placing the mug down on the table - and then the two of them tossed a ‘bye!’ to Michael when he announced he was leaving - “You know,Eliza is an only child, she never had a sister.” she explains and Rooster stares at her for a little while longer, his eyebrows furrowing as to why she’d bring that up now.
Until he suddenly recalls that time they entered the shop and they bought the duck onesie. “Oh…ohhh…wait but then-”
“I was freaking out,” she confesses, clearly ashamed, “I…well,I- okay, so I was looking at this bridal store and then you came out and I got scared!! And I just blind guided you away and we…got to that shop and yeah…’ she wrings her hands together with a small smile, “Your wife is kinda weird.”
She tries putting herself down with humor, but he just looks at her with a small frown, “You aren’t weird.” she smiles a bit more, still embarrassed, “Baby, you have to stop calling yourself those names. You are anything but that.” God bless his patience, she thinks “Now…for the baby thing…well, I mean it’s surprising…but weirdly endearing too.”
“Yeah?”
He laughs quietly, shrugging, “Yeah, it was all a sign I guess. Considering one year later we’d be married.” he kisses her shoulder, “You worry too much sometimes.”
“I do Roos, I’m sorry.”
“Nah, don’t be.” he chuckles, kissing her shoulder again, “It can be really cute.”
Beatrice’s smile widens and her cheeks turn red, “...I still have it.” she whispers, earning a confused smile from her husband, “The onesie. I still have it.”
Silence follows and Bradley has to inhale deeply when she says it, “You kept it?” Beatrice nods, “Really?”
“I-It’s in my art room,” alongside the painting she still hadn’t finished and honestly she hopes she finishes it soon, “I just…well, I couldn’t really– I didn’t want to let it go if it makes sense?” maybe because she knew all along what would happen. Maybe it was a sixth sense situation that made her stop, “I mean, I guess…”
Rooster just smiled more, his eyes were so filled with adoration and love he didn’t know how else to react. “You are just incredible.” he whispers with a soft shake of his head, “You are just– God I love you.”he cups her cheeks with his hand and kisses her lips repeatedly, “You are too fucking cute, my God!” Beatrice laughs against his mouth, wrapping her arms around his neck and adjusting herself on his lap, “Never fuckin’ change, Bea. I swear.”
Beatrice’s cheeks turn even redder as if it was possible and she presses her forehead to his once he lets her lips go, “I don’t plan to.” she giggles, “So um…well, I guess we can save that for a little while longer huh?”
“Absolutely.” he replies, “...want to try for babies now?”
“Rooster!”
“What? There’s only us here,” he turns to where Jolene is happily sleeping on the corner of the kitchen, “And Jojo and your brother isn’t coming back until much later so…maaaybe…” he trails his fingers up her thigh, right where her shorts began, gently playing with the seam but he immediately stops when he tries to hold back a yawn and fails miserably.
The domino effect hits Beatrice, who in turn yawns without trying to hold it back with tears beading on her eyes as she hums, “...maybe we should sleep first.” she murmurs, “I don’t think the coffee helped us at all.”
“No,” his mouth parts and the sleepy sound comes out without issues this time, “Fuck you are right, we better take a nap at least…and then worry about babies later.” She laughs sleepily, sliding out of his lap and taking their mugs and plates to the sink, returning to his side with her hand held out towards him so they could go up the stairs. He grabs her much smaller hand in his, kissing the back of it and leaving the kitchen.
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Dan and Danny, Part 2
With that he pulled the blanket down exposing my naked body to his hungry gaze. He reached over and ran his rough hands over my back and butt again, squeezing my ass muscles and opening my cheeks. He saw the moisture around my hole and guessed it was left over from Danny this morning.
I collapsed in the room and cuddled with George, enjoying the sensations coming from my ass after being well-fucked by Danny, the 18 year old cousin of George and son of Dan, our hosts for the weekend at their lake house. George and I had escaped campus for a well-deserved weekend away.
I fell back asleep and was enjoying the warmth of our bed and stayed asleep for a couple more hours until George started to stir and got out of bed. I groaned and whined like a little kid for him to return, but he stayed up and told me I could stay in bed as long as I wanted. I rolled over and went back to sleep, enjoying the leftover warmth and smells of George as I slumbered alone in the cabin.
I’m not sure how long I was asleep when I heard a door shut and a car start then pull away. It was quiet in the cabin for several more minutes, and I went back and forth between going to sleep and getting up, electing to stay in bed as long as I could. I must’ve fallen back asleep, because the next thing I felt was the bed adjusting as someone was climbing in with me. I thought it was George and smiled without opening my eyes, reaching out and trying to grab him to pull him closer to me. When I made contact with my guest, my eyes shot open, because it wasn’t George I was touching. I looked up and saw Dan, George’s uncle, sitting next to me in the bed and watching me lay there. I just blankly stared for several seconds, with him watching over me, before he put a hand on my hip and rubbed up and down my body.
“Good morning, son. Sleep ok?”
“Um, yeah. I did. What’s up?”
“Just wanted to come see what it was that caused Danny to be in such a good mood this morning! That little fucker was grinning from ear to ear and couldn’t stop chatting about how nice the morning was. I sent him and George to the store just to get some quiet.”
“Wonder what caused him to be in such a good mood,” I said sleepily, with a little twinkle in my eye.
“I heard noises this morning and looked out in the great room to see you guys in the kitchen. You weren’t nearly as quiet as you thought you were!”
Fuck. Oh well. I guess he isn’t that upset if he’s here in my bed.
“Sorry to wake you. I hope you’re not upset Danny and I did that. He just needed a little love.”
“Nah. I’m not upset. I know kids today are way different than when I was your age. It isn’t so much of a thing to be - what’s it called - fluid with their sexuality. Let him explore and learn what gets his fire started.”
Phew! “What gets your fire started?” I asked as I stretched out on the bed on my stomach and raised my ass up a little off the bed. He groaned a little and ran his hand down my back and over my butt.
“We had a cumdump in our fraternity back in college that spent most of his time with his legs in the air, so I guess you could say my sexuality is a little fluid as well!”
With that he pulled the blanket down exposing my naked body to his hungry gaze. He reached over and ran his rough hands over my back and butt again, squeezing my ass muscles and opening my cheeks. He saw the moisture around my hole and guessed it was left over from Danny this morning.
“That from my son?”, dipping a finger into my hole and coating it with moisture.
“Ugh (I moaned with the insertion), yeah, likely.”
“That’s fucking hot” he said before inserting his thick finger all the way in and wiggling it around inside me, scratching the walls of my colon and pushing on my prostate.
He abruptly pulled out and stood up, then dropped his pajama bottoms exposing his huge dick to the air in the room. He was freaking huge. Danny gets it honestly, I could tell. His angry-looking dick was as thick as my wrist and about 7” long, veiny down its entire length and capped with a flared, purple head leaking precum down the shaft.
My mouth was hanging open, and I’m sure I was drooling.
“Yeah, that cumdump back at college had the same reaction. You sure you want this?”
“Fuck yes, sir!”
He then grabbed my legs and spun me around until I was on my back with my legs up and my hole facing him, his dripping dick pointing at my entrance. He leaned forward and pushed my legs down into my chest, with my knees up near my ears, and lined his dick up, hands free, with my hole before plowing in with one smooth movement. He took my breath away with the intensity of his thrust, and my aching hole was spasming around his shaft, trying to adjust to the forced intrusion he made.
He bottomed out fully inside me and held still just a few seconds, but not nearly long enough to adjust, before he pulled all the way out and slammed back into me, his dick head punching my hole open and stretching my normally tight ring to fit around his shaft. He pulled out and punched into me several more times, driving me crazy with a mixture of intense pain and unending pleasure. He pushed down harder on my thighs, flexing my back up and raising my ass to meet his thrusts, which intensified as he pummeled my hole without relief. He worked himself up onto the bed and planked over me, using his immense body weight to drop back down into me. I was a floppy mess, resigning to the fuck I was getting from this bear and relishing the sensations coming from my ass and the rest of my body. I love submitting to the fuck, and letting the top use me however he wants to satisfy his needs. Dan was certainly using me for his needs, folding me and moving me to maximize the sensations of my ass clamped around his dick and not caring one bit how I responded.
After using me on my back, folded in half with my ass pointed up for him to use, he pulled out and flipped me over, my knees over the edge of the bed. He pushed down on my shoulders, driving my upper body into the bed and raising my ass up. He put his right foot on the bed and pointed his dick down toward my hole then dropped back in, manipulating my body to his relentless needs. I was well beyond being able to control anything and just relaxed my body and let myself descend into sub-boy heaven.
“Yeah, pussy-boy. You like my dick inside your hot hole?”
“Unf! Fuu! Uh huh!” Unable to actually form words.
“Your hot cunt is perfect for me. My son warmed you up, but I’m the main course! Take my dick deep in your pussy!”
He just kept going. He got off the bed and stood on the floor behind me, reached up and grabbed my hair to pull my head and arch my back, then went into overdrive. His speeding thrusts sent shivers all over my body and rippled across my ass. The strain of my neck and back and the numb pain radiating from my hole became too much. My dick, rubbing against the bed with his thrusts, finally gave up and erupted my cum all over the bed underneath me. My body shook and shivered, and my ass convulsed around his shaft and added to the sensations he was feeling.
“Alright, son. Ready for my load? Want me to seed your pussy?”
“Uh, uh, uh, uh-huh”
“Ok. Here it comes!”
His thrusts became a blur as he pummeled my hole into complete submission before he hit into me one final time, pulled back on my head as hard as he could and held still inside as he unleashed at least 10 shots of cum deep inside my body. Once he stopped convulsing, he stood back and dropped me onto the bed. I was limp and not moving, my body trying to recover from the epic fuck I’d just been given. I could feel his load leaking out of my floppy hole, and my muscles slowing regaining some tone and strength. He stood over me, looking at his latest conquest with a satisfied look on his face, before he grabbed my shoulders and pulled me down to sit on the floor next to the bed. He grabbed his softening dick and pointed it to my mouth, which I opened to accept. He thrust into me as I cleaned his dick of his cum, his son’s cum and some of me. Once he was done, he leaned down to my face and kissed my forehead then said “Great job, kid. Your talented cunt is perfect!”
I slumped onto the floor and continued to leak sperm from my hole, as a satisfied smile crept across my face. I was worried this would be a sex-less weekend. Boy, was I wrong!
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i should hate you | part 1.
Summary: Y/N Lestrange felt like her life was a set-up since birth. The entire school hates her thanks to her mother and father. Worst of all, she finds herself liking a Gryffindor… the one whose parents were tortured by hers.
Warnings for the Series: angst, fluff, some smut
Pairing: Neville Longbottom x black!reader
Word Count: 4.0k
(Series Masterlist)
“And rook takes knight. Checkmate, Mr. Longbottom.” You smiled, cheekily. “I finally beat you!”
“You have? Didn’t you win last time?”
You shook your head and flipped your notepad to show him the last date that you two had played chess. Mr. Longbottom laughed as he went through the pages.
“I’ve been winning every time? Guess I still got it. Look, sweetheart.”
He held up the notepad as Mrs. Longbottom finally sat down in the chair next to him.
“That’s nice, isn’t it. Are you excited to go to Hogwarts, dear?” she asked you.
You nodded. “It’s my fifth year.”
“Right, right. Ravenclaw?”
“Slytherin.”
“Right… I’m sorry, dear, I forgot your name.”
“(Y/N) Lestrange,” you mumbled as you waited.
Sometimes they nodded solemnly and gripped their chairs before going back to chess and tea with you. Other times, their eyes widened as if they saw the devil. Not that you could blame them. Your mother might as well have been the devil— your father wasn’t much better. Today, they just nodded and went back to tea. You checked your watch that you only ever wore on the weekends.
“I’ll see you next Friday.”
“Same time, dear?” Mr. Longbottom asked.
“Every time,” you said with a wave.
You shrugged on your cardigan and wrapped your Slytherin scarf around you twice. The St. Mungo’s employee handed you the quill to sign yourself out. You stepped towards their eerily pristine fireplace and threw down the Floo Powder while shouting for the Hogsmeade Post Office. You coughed through the ash as you landed. Since you were in Hogsmeade, and Halloween was coming up, you stopped by Honeydukes and got some candy before heading back to Hogwarts. Last year— every year previously actually— you would have stayed longer with the Longbottoms. Even when second years weren’t allowed to go to Hogsmeade, you magically had a doctor’s appointment in London every Friday. It helped that you had anemia. Only if any of the professors paid attention, they would realize that you only needed your blood drawn once a month not once a week— once every two weeks at best.
However, Hogwarts was being interfered with by the Ministry this year and you never wanted to push your luck with Friday curfew that never mattered much before. Especially if Umbridge caught you instead of Snape. You had done well enough to stay out of her detentions but that’s because you weren’t an idiot like the rest of your classmates. You didn’t think it would take being in Slytherin to figure out how to navigate around her but clearly your house was the cunning one for a reason.
“Why are you so out of breath?” Draco asked when you entered the Slytherin common room.
He laughed when you pointed to the candy, holding out his hands for you to throw the box of red ropes to him.
“You almost risked Filch for some candy, Father would send a howler for that one. Did you finally beat Longbottom?”
You nodded as you took off your scarf and jacket. Slytherin was actually warm despite being in the dungeons. Draco finished chewing the red rope.
“Only took you almost four years… hey!”
You had thrown your jacket at his face. Your cousin was more your brother— you were clearly the better twin. Of course, Lucius and Narcissa took you in when both your mother and father got matching prison blocks in Azkaban. Why wouldn’t they? You were their precious sister’s little Death Eater child. And you acted as such when at Malfoy Manor. You and Draco weren’t stupid— although Draco did believe purebloods were better than muggleborns. But neither one of you agreed with killing them off or destroying muggles. You actually liked muggles. Draco just thought they should be ignored, who cares about them? However, you both knew how to play a part at home and it made you close because of it. He was the one that covered for you whenever Lucius wanted to meet in Hogsmeade on a Friday for dinner instead of maybe a Saturday lunch.
“Be glad I didn’t hex you,” you said.
“Please, I’m better at spells.”
“You wish, Malfoy.”
“Wanna duel, Lestrange?”
“Fine. I admit defeat.”
Draco smiled. “You’re coming to the game tomorrow, right?”
“I thought it was Gryffindor against Ravenclaw.”
“They had to reschedule, four players got seasonal flu. Slytherin’s up. So you’re coming.”
You yawned while saying yes and walked towards your room to wash up and go to bed. The morning brought you decked out in green and silver as you made your way to the quidditch pitch. You weren’t a good quidditch player. Well, you had been good enough to make trials but anemia made you get tired quickly and the games could sometimes go on forever and you resigned after considerable talks with the team. So you were now just an avid fan. Keeper was your favorite position to keep an eye on. And even though Slytherin was obviously your favorite team, Lee Jordan’s commentary and roasting was absolute gold. It was only made better by McGonagall constantly giving him warnings.
The game ran into lunch— Slytherin won. You all whooped and hollered through the corridors as everyone made their way into the Great Hall for a late lunch. Everyone rolled their eyes at the noise that your house was making. You didn’t care. All the other houses were boring anyway. What was the point of winning if you couldn’t flaunt a little? You stopped cheering to actually try and eat, frowning when you noticed that your table was out of scones and butter. There was plenty of jam though which meant everyone else ate the scones with just butter. You looked over to see that Ravenclaw had no scones either. The table on the other side of you— Gryffindor— still had a massive pile. You stood up and crossed the very small threshold over to Gryffindor. Everyone glared at you as you leaned in between Seamus and Neville. You turned your attention to Neville, who you may have had the tiniest crush on, because he always seemed the nicest out of Gryffindor.
“Are you guys still eating those?”
Dean pulled the entire tray in front of him, making the table laugh. You sighed but refrained from rolling your eyes. That pretty much answered your question. They weren’t eating them but you couldn’t have them either. You knocked on the table and crossed over to Hufflepuff who didn’t give you glares but very silently handed over a plate with a few scones on it. They only shook their heads ‘no’ when you asked if they had any butter left. No one would ever talk to you. You either had enemies or those who just didn’t want to be your friend.
Being Slytherin was one thing but being a Lestrange was another. No one liked you— Draco actually got more respect. Even in Slytherin, you didn’t really have anyone. You just tagged along with Draco’s friends when you could. It didn’t matter to you though because you had friends outside of Hogwarts. Granted, they were all adults and saw you more as someone to mentor than a friend but it was good enough. They were also all victims of your parents’ torturing so maybe you didn’t have any solid friends but what you did have was good enough to you.
This time, you didn’t ask Gryffindor for permission. You clocked one of the butter saucers sitting in between Ginny and Harry. Another was between Fred and George. The twins were beaters on their quidditch team so you knew their reflexes were fast. On the other hand, Harry was seeker and Ginny had been training so it was just as bad. You spotted a pitcher of water sitting next to a pitcher of pumpkin juice by the twins.
“If you won’t share your scones, can you at least pass the drinks? Hufflepuff doesn’t have any.”
The twins reached for the pitchers just as you grabbed the butter saucer. A satisfied smile rested on your face as you balanced the butter on top of the little plate of scones. The table went back to glaring.
“Oh, good game by the way. Seriously, the only team with cleaner broom dives is Ravenclaw.”
“Shove off.”
“Alright then,” you mumbled to yourself.
Fifth year and you would think it stung less every time someone told you to get lost. Draco suggested last year that you should just give in and be the monster that they all thought you were. You told him that it wasn’t your nature and you would stay true to yourself. It was going to take more than silent Hufflepuffs, stuck-up Ravenclaws, and bitchy Gryffindors to break you. One day someone would realize that you were a really good friend.
“Oi!” Draco yelled. “Pygmy Puff, are you going to hoard all the scones or bring them over?”
You laughed. You weren’t considerably short but the minute Draco became taller than you, he started calling you every tiny name he could think of. Pygmy Puff stuck when you puffed up your cheeks one day after he called you that. You picked up a scone.
“If you can catch the snitch, catch this!”
The position you had tried out for before having to resign was Chaser and it showed. The scone went cleanly in between the gap of Neville and Seamus, Draco catching it in one hand. Snape cleared his throat.
“Play with your food once more instead of eating it and I will take five points from your house.”
“Yes, Professor,” you said while Draco laughed at you.
You heard someone mutter Slytherin as you walked back. You set the scones down on the table, taking the one you wanted. You realized Snape had totally saved your ass because you forgot that Umbridge was monitoring lunch that day. One slip up wasn’t going to land you on her bad side though. The pink monstrosity seemed to somewhat like you that a single scone probably wouldn’t ruin it. You weren’t listening much to whatever Blaise and Pansy were debating about as you watched a large chunk of Gryffindor leave. When you spotted the one that you were looking for, you excused yourself from the table— Draco was the only one who noticed.
You didn’t think all of Gryffindor was going to the same place at once but so many of them seemed insistent on going to their common room. Well, that didn’t matter. Your house had just won a quidditch game, you weren’t getting a better adrenaline rush and confidence boost. You followed them all the way to the stairs as they approached their common room portrait of the Fat Lady.
“Hey, Neville!”
You cringed, wishing you said it a bit quieter. Damn near everyone there had turned. The glares were back but you didn’t care, especially because Neville wasn’t glaring. His face was in a hard line but he wasn’t glaring. You reached into the pockets of your jacket as you tried to find the little pumpkin ceramic that you bought with some of Bertie Bott’s Every Flavored Beans inside— you had picked through to make sure no bad ones were in there. When you looked up, you saw a little protective wall in front of the boy.
One of your eyebrows raised. “Um, I would like to see Neville.”
“So you can hex him? Your mum didn’t do a good enough job with his parents?”
“What? No, I-I.” You held up the little pumpkin. “I— the Halloween dance is girls ask guys this year. I know it’s tomorrow but I got nervous. Oh, there’s a joke! I think we’d have a gourd time at the dance if we went together. So, do you want to go… with me?”
Neville blinked. “Is this a joke?”
“No, why would I joke?”
Harry scoffed. “Slytherin’s are good at lying through their teeth.”
The rest of Gryffindor agreed. The little ceramic pumpkin that you had pressed against your cheek when telling your little joke started to feel really warm as your face got hot. You weren’t even sure if it was hot with anger or embarrassment or whatever other feelings you could possibly have. Neville looked back at you.
“No.”
“Oh, that’s fine. You probably got asked anyway, this was really last minute,” you said quickly.
Seamus laughed, throwing a shoulder around his friend. “No, he just wouldn’t go with a Slytherin let alone someone like you, Lestrange. Don’t you have a first year to go torture or whatever your mum and dad taught you?”
The Gryffindors retreated into their common room. You took in a deep breath and checked your watch. Neville usually left to meet with his parents in about thirty minutes. You learned that when you almost ran into him a year ago. You always had visited the Longbottoms at random times but didn’t realize that Neville had a set schedule. After figuring out that it was every Saturday and the time, you decided to make your visits to the Longbottoms on Friday so you would never run into him. You pulled out your wand.
“Accio pen and the cute notes.”
The little clicky pen with flowers on it dropped to the floor in front of your feet along with a cute pad of pastel green post-it notes in the shape of a cactus. You bought it when you snuck out over the summer. It wasn’t really sneaking out considering you weren’t grounded but you were supposed to be going to Diagon Alley. You did… after spending three hours on the muggle streets of London. You wrote a little note on the post-it and stuck it to the pumpkin. Maybe Frank and Alice would like the jellybeans inside. You also had enough little ceramics in your room that you didn’t need more. Setting the pumpkin down in front of the Fat Lady portrait, you left the steps and went back to your common room.
Thirty minutes exactly, not a minute earlier or later, and Neville was back outside with a beanie and a jacket. He didn’t feel the need to wear one to the game that morning but the night was going to be cold when he got back. Plus, his grandmother would give him a hard time if he didn’t at least show up with an outer covering. He heard something tumble down the stairs and break as he stepped out of the common room. He looked over to see a pile near the wall. Quickly, he moved down the stairs to see what he inflicted damage on by accident. A little green note stuck up in a pile of jelly beans, dust, and ceramic pieces. He picked up the note.
There are Bertie Bott’s inside. Only the good ones :)
“Reparo.”
He scoffed when he saw the ceramic pumpkin. It was probably poisoned. He thought it was a good thing that McGonagall had started Transfiguration with the Vanishing Spell. He firmly pointed his wand at the pumpkin.
“Evanesco.”
Neville tucked his wand back into his jacket sleeve and continued on his destination to the Hogsmeade Post Office.
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You had to keep yourself from groaning as Umbridge strolled into Trelawney’s class for inspections. Staying her favorite meant not complaining in her presence. But she made the whole affair a nightmare. You just wanted to nap in Divination— which is what you usually did— after the absolute blunder that was Halloween. You didn’t go to the dance because you didn’t want to hear from anyone about you asking Neville. But you didn’t get a good night of sleep either. You had been kept up all night though because you were reliving the embarrassment instead of sleeping. You only perked up when you heard Umbridge start to ask Trelawney a bunch of questions in rapid-fire succession.
“Well, if you could just predict something for me, then?”
You watched Professor Trelawney freeze up. “I don’t understand, you.”
“I’d like you to make a prediction for me,” Umbridge repeated.
Trelawney wrapped her shawl around herself. The entire class buried their heads in their books, suddenly becoming loud as they told each other false dreams to try and avoid listening to the altercation that was happening. You jumped up out of your seat with your book.
“Professor! You were right, the swords must have been upside down in my dream not rightside up. I asked him and it didn’t go well.”
Trelawney grabbed your book, seeming to catch on. “Oh, yes, yes. Dear, I’m sorry to have been the bearer of bad news.”
“It could have been worse. At least it wasn’t the Grim… thank you for staying up all night to answer my questions. I know it must have drained your Sight.”
She patted your hand. “Quite alright. The Inner Eye will be ready again with proper rest.”
Umbridge tapped you on the shoulder. “She gave you a prediction?”
“Yes, Professor.”
“And you would say it came true?”
“Yes, Professor… except for the part where I was wearing red. Green is my color, won’t ever change it.”
“But the rest of it?”
“Oh, yes, Professor. I should have listened too, it would’ve saved me a lot of embarrassment.”
Umbridge made a sound that you couldn’t identify what it meant. She wrote on her parchment and stated that Trelawney was fine for now but she did want a follow-up inspection in the upcoming months. You slumped back in your seat.
“What?” You asked when Draco looked at you.
“You actually defended the crazy hag?”
“She gets sacked, I lose my napping class.”
Trelawney came over to return your book, not even caring that she could clearly hear a faint snoring coming from you. Draco pinched your cheek to wake you up when class ended. You laughed when he yelped as you sent a little jinx his way. Gathering your books, you got up for your next class. You found yourself stuck behind the Golden Trio on the stairs. They were whispering intently about something. You caught the words teach, Hogsmeade, and defense. They moved on to complaining about the scar on Harry’s hand from Umbridge’s detention. You had seen enough of the scars going around. Whatever Madame Pomfrey gave people was healing them rather slowly. You suspected that Umbridge was making her do that so punishments would last longer because Madame Pomfrey could heal bones in like a week.
“I have a concentrate if you want to use it,” you offered.
All three heads turned around, eyes immediately narrowing.
“What?” Harry asked.
“A concentrate… for your scar. It’s a bunch of healing essences put together. I get my blood drawn a lot and the needle pricks don’t really go away so they gave me a concentrate. I’m pretty sure whatever spell is on Umbridge’s quill uses needle pricks. I can bring it to our next class. It works instantly y—”
“I’m good.”
They walked off. You adjusted the books in your hand. If you had sense when you were younger you would’ve asked to use Malfoy’s name or even your mother’s maiden name. But you came to school with Lestrange and have been paying the price from the ripe old age of eleven. You didn’t try for the rest of the week. It was hard to try all the time. You thought that as you kicked at the rock in your path. You were walking through Hogsmeade by yourself.
Draco and his friends didn’t want to go. You didn’t really mind. Draco was nice— Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy were not. Blaise was alright but he was sick so he couldn’t leave Slytherin dorms unless it was to get more medicine from Madame Pomfrey. You were walking aimlessly. You didn’t want to eat yet and you didn’t want to walk into a shop and spend money unnecessarily. You saw the Hog’s Head look to have more life in it than you had ever seen. You remembered that Ron, Harry, and Hermione had said something about Hogsmeade. Maybe all those people were in there for something. You could hear the conversation as you got closer.
“I want to join,” you said as you stood in the doorway. The door pushed you forward a bit as it closed behind you.
The faces in front of you read from confusion to anger. You adjusted your beanie.
“You’re doing lessons or army or whatever. I would like to join.”
“Fat chance, Lestrange,” Ron scoffed.
“Please. I know my parents are… I didn’t live with them, if that helps? They’ve been in Azkaban this whole time.”
“No, you just lived with the Malfoys. Not much better is it?”
You took a step further inside to try and plead your case, eyes going wide when Hermione suddenly had her wand out and pointed at you. You held up your hands in surrender. It wasn’t like you didn’t know why they had a hard time trusting you but it was like they didn’t even want to give you a chance. You guessed that you couldn’t blame them but it didn’t make it feel any better. No one in the room tried to help you. You nodded slowly and stepped backwards until you were back in the doorway’s threshold.
“I really do want to help if you’ll let me… you can ask Mr. Aberforth to vouch for me if you want, he runs this pub.”
No one said anything. The barman called your name.
“You need a butterbeer before you pass out, kid?”
“It’s anemia, not low blood sugar.”
“Aren’t those the same thing?”
You shook your head.
“Well, you need anything for your— what would you even need?”
“I’m good. I’m going to get my blood drawn now, time to get told the same test results for the past fifteen years.”
You turned around and headed to Hogsmeade Post Office. You didn’t actually get your blood drawn at St. Mungo’s even if that was on your medical form at Hogwarts. You got it drawn at a small clinic nearby that was run by muggles. The doctor there knew about the wizarding world. She had suffered the Cruciatus Curse at the hands of your parents and it was too dangerous to obliviate her mind. The torture had been so much that she was only functional because they let her keep the knowledge about the wizarding world. She always gave your work to St. Mungo’s but let you get blood drawn in her clinic. You liked talking to her. She was one of the few people that never initially hated you. Something about the crimes of the parents aren’t the crimes of their kids or however her muggle saying went. That was another reason you liked muggles. You found that they forgave easily. The doctor wrapped the band around your arm and waited for veins to appear.
“Did he like the ceramic pumpkin?” she asked.
You shook your head. “It was a complete disaster. It’s going to be my new boggart for years.”
“Boggart?”
“Um, it’s like a big creepy floating cape of black that turns into your biggest fear.”
“Well, I can tell you that teenage boys aren’t that scary, (Y/N).”
“No, but a whole school that hates you is.”
“Your brother?”
“A whole school minus one that hates me.” You winced as the needle went in.
“They’ll come around. Just keep being a good person.”
“Can’t I just work here instead?”
“Do you know how long medical school is?”
“No?”
Your eyes went wide as she started listing all the schooling. She chuckled as she took another little vial of blood before pulling out the needle and giving you a band-aid. You declared that medical school was higher-up on the list of possible boggarts than Hogwarts could ever be.
“How is that one couple? The Longbottoms?”
“Doing better.” You shrugged. “I played chess with them yesterday and beat Mr. Longbottom again but this time he actually remembered I had only done it once before. It’s a start, I guess?”
“That sounds a bit promising.”
You left the doctor with a wave and a new determination to make at least one friend at Hogwarts that wasn’t Draco.
(Part 2)...
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Sneak Peek!
After a long week of working, Nyla was so excited to go home. It was Friday, meaning she was off work for the rest of the weekend. Which meant more time to myself because usually on the weekends, Janiah goes to Tyrells place, leaving her alone.
She was fresh out of the shower, rubbing lotion on her body when she heard a knock on her bedroom door. “Hold on” She called out, putting her silk robe over her body. “Come in”
Janiah opened the door and walked inside scanning her cousin's room before looking at her. “Girl I don't know why you are hiding everything, we cousins we took baths together when we were kids, we got the same parts” she said, waving her hand around in the air. “But anyway, I’m leaving for the weekend,” she continued.
“Are you staying at his crib or are you leaving, leaving?”
“We going to the casino, you know I’m about to gamble and win us some money”
“Good luck girl” She smiled.
“What you going to do? Are you going to go see him this weekend?”
Nyla shook her head. “No, he hasn’t called all week so I’m just going to stay home and have a few bottles of wine to myself”
“Damn girl, I hope everything’s is okay, I feel bad leaving now”
“Janiah stop it’s okay, I’m fine, go and have fun” Nyla told her.
“You sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure”
“Alright, well let me go and drive to this nigga house, I see you Monday girl, come with me so you can lock up”
Standing up off the bed, Nyla followed her to the front door and gave her a hug, telling her to be safe and have fun. After Janiah left, Nyla locked up the apartment and went straight to her bedroom, closing the curtains giving the room a nice red hue, her favorite color. Grabbing her tripod, she set it up with the ring light, getting the perfect lighting. She took this job very seriously and she also made sure there were no pictures of her or her family in the background to keep more information hidden.
Walking to the closet, she reached up onto the top shelf removing her black treasure box. She used the gold key and opened it seeing all of her sex toys, ski mask, pleasuring oils, and handcuffs.
A smile slowly appeared on Nyla's face as she decided on which toy and color mask she will be using tonight for her show. Her favorite toy was the Total Ecstasy Triple Stimulator Vibrator. It was pink with pleasure pearls in the middle, vibrating rabbit ears in the front for the clit and a piece in the back for the ass.
The toy made Nyla have the best orgasms she has ever experienced. Removing her silk robe, she revealed her red lingerie set underneath. The underwire bra that held up her round breast perfectly was cut out leaving just flowers around the nipples with a red lace g string and garter belt to match. She felt sexy and had to take a quick picture.
Walking over to the toy chest, She grabbed the red ski mask and put it over her head, covering her face, leaving only her mouth and eyes out. She rubbed clear shiny lip gloss across her pink luscious lips getting the perfect shine. Grabbing her sex you, she sat down on the bed and started the camera, waiting a few seconds until people joined her chat.
As her fans started to join the chatroom, Nyla decided to do a little tease just to keep them entertained while they waited for more guests to join. She played with her breast, jiggling them and showing off the toy. A few seconds later the views started to increase.
“Hi, welcome back babies, how is everyone doing? How was your week?” She questioned them. People started to answer in the chat box, making her smile. “Today I brought out my favorite toy, I can’t wait to use him” She moaned, putting the toy in her mouth.
Nyla balance started to go up from people who wanted to see more of her sexual activity. “You already know, if you want to see more you gotta send me more coins baby” She warned a few people who were begging her to remove her clothes.
Her fans quickly started paying her for more content. She slowly removed her bra, exposing her breast and pierced nipples. She started to gently caress them, teasing her body.
This was one of her many secrets that nobody knew about. Nyla was a freak. She loved playing with herself and playing with her toys. The only thing she was missing was dick but she refused to fuck a random man.
Nyla first went live when she was nineteen. While Janiah left to go clubbing, Nyla was home alone, bored so she decided to step out of her comfort zone.
Her show started off slow but as soon as her fan group began to grow and more money came into her account, Nyla couldn’t stop. She was only working the library full-time until she got her own place but as soon as she did, her goal was making her webcam show full time instead.
Nyla sat up and read the comments from people who were asking her to remove the mask. “Reveal your face” she read out loud. “Oh no baby, everybody knows in this chat, I keep my mask on at all times”
Since she never showed her face, nobody knew who she was. According to the internet Nyla was known as Amber Bliss aka Mask Mami. Even though she had a sex cam site, she also posted videos on porn sites gaining more followers increasing her fan base.
Nyla knew she made it big when porn companies reached out to her asking if she would like to do some movies with a few porn stars but she quickly turned them down, ignoring their offers. Sitting back, reaching for her rabbit, she turned it on feeling the vibration in her hand.
Nyla began to spread her legs, moving her thong to the side showing the fans her fresh, waxed, pussy. Placing the toy against her clit, she threw her head back in ecstasy.
“Oooo” A light moan escaped through her glossy lips.
When she lifted her head she saw the comments and the balance going crazy. The fans were begging her to use the toy but she decided to tease them, taking it slow, getting herself nice and wet.
After a couple of minutes of teasing, she finally decided to slide the toy in her pussy feeling the vibration throughout her whole body. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she pumped the dildo in and out of her feeling the rabbit ears pleasure her clit.
“Fuck” She moaned, playing with her exposed breast. She also made sure to keep her feet in the camera. Her fans also had a foot fetish and loved to see her perfect pedicured toes in the camera.
Nyla paid attention to what her fans liked and disliked, the type of lingerie they loved to see her dressed in, and the different types of toys she uses.
Turning up the vibration speed of the toy, she continued to thrust the toy in her pussy feeling her juice dripping onto the bed. “Feels so good” She moaned, looking into the camera seductively, biting her bottom lip. “You like that daddy?”
The balance continued to increase double the amount she had before, getting her more excited. Removing the toy from her dripping pussy, she sat up off the bed and turned around getting on all fours, poking her ass in the air. Placing the toy back into her pussy she fucked herself doggy style.
“Yes…right there” She moaned loudly with her eyes halfway closed. “I’m about to cum daddy, don’t stop”
For the next couple of hours, Nyla put on a good show, fucking her body in different positions until she tired herself out from numerous orgasms. She couldn’t help but smile, staring at the balance she has received tonight.
She transferred the money to her bank account and cleaned up her mess and toys. She took a quick hot shower and hopped into bed falling fast asleep.
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hi hi bb! how are you?
i’m so glad that you don’t mind my shinee commentary bc i also don’t know any shawols(or stays tbh, this is how i get my kpop fix)😭 onew is suchhhh a humble king, literally can’t believe that he got fanmail so soon as if he isn’t in one of the most successful kpop group ever. the first time i heard about shinee was in like 2010 or 2011 (which was very soon for PR tbh, aquí lo que había en ese momento era just reggaeton). and i was so baffled at the fact that nobody liked kpop here. so yeah onew, you’re the real deal!! i’m so happy that he’s getting the love he deserves💜and i can’t wait to see his comeback! i’m so excited! and the antique shop matching necklaces from Monterey☹️ that is so cute!! (idk if you already went but have fun!! and if you did, i hope you had fun!! Monterey sounds so nice!). i bet that he’ll be so grateful with your super care package! pls let me know what you send him!!!
i got my second iced coffee of the week💁🏻♀️ and a macadamia cookie, i was working on this very tedious assignment most of the day yesterday and after i finished i was like “treat yourself”. i’ve really been eating super terribly lately and i hate myself for it😭
your pc of the day!!! your bag!!! your chan sweater!! that’s soooo pretty! i love how they all match too! i forgot to get my pc of the day yesterday too. (i was at my bfs house and his little cousin/nephews were there and the younger one who’s 5 just comes up to me and asks “who’s this?” and i was like “lee know” and he’s just like “why do you have that there?” and i was like “good question bro, idek, it’s just fulfilling”.
i love you so much angel🫶🏻 i hope your weekend is going so great and you have time to relax as well!!
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HI BABYYYYY I MISSED YOUUUUUU 🫶🫶🫶🫶
Can you BELIEVE how active Onew’s been this week and his company already arranged his first FANMEET??????? SCREAMINGGGGGGG I am beyond jealous of anyone who gets to go frfr ☹️ manifesting Shinee stuff in the US sooooo hard I literally have to see them before I die. Or I will simply die 😔 I’m still on the hunt for cute necklaces or keychains for us or something, but I DID get him the cutest little glass whale charm bc In the Whale is my favorite kpop song of allllll time and I’m so excited to mail it to him so that we have matching ones 😭 I LOOOOVE ONEW IM GOING INSANEEEE AHHHH I’ll keep you posted on the jewelry we get tho !!!!
I think the only thing that kept me going this whole week was the iced coffee trips tbh 🤕 it was such a WEEEEK……. But I’m so glad it’s finally Friday �� we’re having a streaming party for Ateez’s Coachella set tonight so we ordered so much food and baked cookies and dragged our Ateez pcs around everywhere like all week I am sooo excited !! Still so bummed I couldn’t see them at Coachella but I’m so proud of how far they’ve come and the setlist looks INSANEEE ahhhh Hongjoong my beloved 🫶
Pc pics just for you from today’s coffee run ofcccc 💖🫶 I love you sweet angel I hope you had the best week!!!!!!!!!!! Sending all my love as alwayssss (also your answer to your nephew is SO valid LMAOOOO Lee Know is indeed v fulfilling ‼️‼️)
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How’s it going? Thinking of you
Hmmm it’s going, thanks for asking 🖤.
The day shift (7am-3pm) 1:1 ended on Friday but like mid shift. Over the weekend it was so nice at 7am to shut my door and be able to actually sleep without the door open. Albeit I’m still on 5’s but the towel on the door makes it harder to hear it open so often.
Yesterday she took off the night shift 1:1 (11pm-7am) so now I’m only on the 1:1 during the evening shift. She was going to take me off it all together but this afternoon I’m seeing my mother…
So a little back story:
My mother lost custody of me when I was 2. My Nana and my Aunt raised me. My Aunt was like my mother figure. My Nana was always the stern one, always angry, never was the lovey dovey type. She loved/loves me and is so supportive but there was just never that maternal love. My Aunt on the other hand.. we’d watch tv on the couch and my head would be in her lap and she’d brush my hair back. She passed away when I was 19. I watched her take her last breath and then afterward I climbed onto the bed with her and took her dead hand and brushed my hair back one last time. Morbid huh?
Anyways growing up my Nana (who had legal custody of me) allowed me to try to have a relationship with my mother. It started out with exchanging Christmas gifts in the car then being able to go out for the day with my mother. Which my mother took advantage of and decided to sneak me to her one room place (literally just a room). Of course as a kid I was going to do whatever she thought was right. And I remember it was nice during the Summer not having to find places in town to cool off or use the bathroom. Doesn’t sound that bad right? Except this place was crawling with cockroaches. And when I would shy away from them she’d scold me cause I was making her boyfriend “feel bad”.
Years later she moved to my town and got an actual apartment and I would visit and stay overnight. It was then that I realized she was still using drugs, the reason she lost custody of me. My mother being out of her mind, thought that after all those years I would want to live with her. It was then that she started talking badly about my Nana and Aunt, the people I went home to. They never talked badly about her. They let me see and find out the type of person she was for myself and that was when was I decided to cut off contact with her for good.
That was, I think the summer after my freshman year of high school, so I was maybe 15 years old. Fast forward to winter of 2013/2014 and my mother was living with her sister/my Aunt and my cousin. Our mothers are sisters and my Aunt who raised me was adopted. Funny how the good ones die. My cousin had a baby in November 2013 and I spent so much time at her house that a winter. Naturally I’d have to see my mother and exchange a few words. One day I called her by her first name instead of mom, and she replied with so much anger and hatred “Donna? They trained you well”. To which I said “they? My real mother is dead”. And she replied in a completely opposite tone “I know baby, I’m so sorry about Auntie, I wish it was me instead”. That back and forth emotion was just too much.
That’s the last real conversation I remember. And that was about 10 years ago.
I’m seeing her later. Here. At the hospital... Last week I was talking to my doctor and I said “can you imagine if my mother came here as a patient” and she said “I think your mom should come here, for a visit”. I laughed. She said she was serious. I thought about it for a second and replied with seriousness that I’d think about it. Which didn’t take much thinking. I’m on a 1:1, I’ve been in the hospital for almost 6 months. I’ve thought about it before, reaching out, trying to have a conversation and see what happens. So why not do it here? I’m in a safe place surrounded by idiots that care about me.
This just goes to show just how much I like my doctor for me to have agreed to this. Even though I just said how I was thinking about it before, it’s been a while since I wondered about it and definitely did not think it would happen in here.
It’ll be good to get this over with but I am petrified it’s going to set me back.
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just a little rant, because i need to type this out. my younger cousin is having two friends over for a week - she told us a week prior, so we were surprised, i could change some plans and go back to the city to give them some privacy, but what's done is done and i suppose they wouldn't mind having us upstairs. and let me tell you - they don't mind one bit.
for context, the house we have in the countryside is my gran's, she built it and used to live there before moving with my mum to the city and everyone from her side of the family stays there during summer - my mum, my aunt & her husband, my two cousins, my brother, sister and obviously my gran. most of the time, we are not there at the same time, because everyone aside from my cousins has work or higher studies. i sometimes stay in the city, but still the countryside's my main vacation destination, it's very calming and fresh - helps me relax and everything you can imagine.
i decided to stay out of their way for the most part, because there was no use interrupting their shenanigans and all i could offer is my hospitality. i said welcome, hope you have a great stay and stay out of trouble, so you know, the basics. but their behaviour is so surprising to me?
when i was younger, whenever i'd drop by my friend's house i'd make sure i wasn't - you know - troubling them in any way shape, or form. i wouldn't trash anything, be kind & respectful, quiet - you know - the bare minimum? because i'm the guest. when i'd stay over or my friends would, we'd make sure we were mindful of everyone in the house. i remember when i invited my friend to drop by my place to have some study sessions on the weekend, and when my gran visited us the second day and she made my friend goffers, she was so kind and even a little embarrassed, which you know, was completely unnecessary, but it was still lovely of her to show gratitude. while my cousin's friends are only a year younger than me (or 2) and their attitude is so different? i clearly didn't expect them to cook their own food or whatever, because they're the guests, but they are so unappreciative of everything?
cooked them dinner, because my gran was picking fruits, no thank you, no anything - they didn't even at it all and then complained they were my gran was picking fruits, they, later on, complained they were hungry - not to me, to my cousin, who then told me about it. i'm one year their senior, they are old enough to make themselves a sandwich? i'm not the best cook, but my spaghetti wasn't uneatable, come on. they're also very loud, and i mean very, very loud. but you know, i decided i'll let it slide, because we are young, it's the day and the summer there's no point in making a scene over teenagers having fun - i had an issue with it, because - as all my family now - i have a diagnosis, which makes me overstimulated very easily, so in order to work or study, i need to avoid unnecessary stimuli - thus, i went to the countryside for some peace and quiet, but at the same time, it's solely my problem and they shouldn't stop having fun, just because it makes me crazy. so i changed my routine, a bit - take meds a bit later and study during the night. you'll never guess who loves to scream around, play music & laugh in the middle of the night. you'll never guess. my sister and & i are very bothered by it. my brother - on the other hand - sleeps like a rock, so once he manages to fall asleep, he doesn't mind. my gran, on the other hand, sleeps downstairs, so she doesn't hear one bit. i honestly told my cousin about this, i didn't want to make a scene, because that would put the girls and her in an awkward position, so i just said if she could make sure they wouldn't be as loud during the nighttime. she apologized. guess what happened the next night. i decided i'd bring it up to her once the girls are away and work around it until then.
changed my entire routine, started studying downstairs - the internet connection sucks, decided to change the subject i was studying and read some books and make notes - can't do, because as my gran said it "i'm occupying girls' space, that's where they eat dinner". yikes, drove a bike to a nearby river, where i could sit and read, but for obvious reasons, the "taking notes" part is quite difficult, also, i have to do it in the morning because i've lent one of the girls my bike.
yup. that's the whole entire thing, my cousin asked me if one of the girls could take my bike because she didn't bring one and i said yes because i could always go cycling in the morning. sadly, they ride on their bikes at least once a day, in the afternoon, and after (trying) to pull an all-nighter, it's i have a very small window of time to study before i have to ride back and give them the bike. frankly, i didn't even mind it, because that meant i could study in peace upstairs. but the worst part is, the bike, after 5 days of usage got more dirty than i've ever seen it in 3,5 years of riding it. i used to own an all-terrain bike, so cycling in rough conditions is something i'm familiar with, but my current bike is definitly not right for that and oh my god, i've never seen a bike more dirty, and as i said, i've been to some messy places with my old one. and again, i wouldn't mind it if she at least cleaned it afterward? she just left me with it, like oh my fucking lord.
and it's not the end either! they make a huge mess both downstairs; in the kitchen & dining area and in their room. obviously, the room can be excused, because it's their space, but the kitchen? the dining room? they also like to displace things, like the basketball or their clothes. what's going on.
they're leaving on friday - until then, i will stay out of their way and try to be as productive as i can, so i haven't wasted this entire week. i will bring it up with my cousin because that's her job to keep her friends in check. i'll also mention this to my auntie and uncle, because if that's how it's going to be, next time i'll simply go back to the city, ong.
i don't want to make girls feel unwelcome, i really don't. but at the same time, i have some crazy-ass friends, who are the loudest and the craziest at the parties, but whenever they stay over and they're NOT ALONE, they are angels. everyone my age (that i know, obviously) has always been so aware of their manners. every time we've organized a party, they could trash the place up like there's no tomorrow and then help to clean it. when they'd stay over, they'd make their food, or at least clean after themselves. or SAY THANK YOU if someone else did it for them. i've met people who can be the meanest person to you, but when they're at someone else's place, they'd at least be respectful. it's so frustrating to see the difference. or am i crazy.
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When I was 17 (I'm now 24), it came out that my father had had a brief (literally twice) affair with my mother's best friend back when I was 2. She was like a second mother to me, and her kids were practically my siblings. I found out because I got home from a weekend away with cadets and my mother was out (she'd just found out and had gone for a drive) and my father was having a massive anxiety attack, so I cycled 5 miles to her house because I thought that was a safe place and she told me. I didn't touch my father or speak to him in anything other than monosyllables for eight weeks.
Growing up my (Savvy) favorite thing in the world (and still is) was canoeing, a love found from joining a canoe team with my best friend where we practiced 5 Sunday a year before going up to the Catskill Mountains for a weekend every year to race in what was the best weekend of my life and at times the only thing that kept me going when I was considering suicide. Today, in fact, my best friend and I are going to get matching tattoos of raccoons in a canoe together as “us” to commemorate those memories and the times we shared and how it brought us together.
When I was 14 my mom took us (my best friend, my neighbor who is basically my sister, and our other friend who we no longer speak to for various reasons) to our scheduled weekend in New York and a few months after that my parents started the divorce process. It wasn’t a “messy” divorce but it was enough that as a minor my mom sheltered me from it as best she could with the help of my brother, who was living with us at the time while he attended college.
Later I found out from my mother that my dad had been in love with her best friend for their entire 25 year marriage and had just “settled” for my mom until her best friend, who has been in 3 marriages or at least had 3 different kids with 3 different fathers, had decided to cheat on her current husband with my dad starting that weekend and they didn’t intend to stop.
My mom advocated for me to have a healthy relationship with my father which I whole-heartedly rejected and she worried that someday I would “regret not maintain a relationship with him”. To this day at 22 I still have 0 regrets with cutting him off by the time I moved from where I’m staying rn (CT) to NC. When he inevitably dies I do not plan on attending his funeral. I only kept contact with him from age 14-18 because my mom insisted on it because she felt like it was the “right thing to do” as she felt guilty in “taking away a parent” from me. I think she’s come to really truly believe that I meant what I said when I said I wanted no contact with him and regrets setting up visitation with my father, however she has told me he would sometimes be pushy about seeing me “only around my birthday and Christmas, like that’s the only time he remembers he has a child” so.
Thankfully they’re all in their 50s and I do not have another step sibling because I do not know how I would feel about that. She was my “aunt” and my godmother, my mom was very close with her kids, I wasn’t really, I’m fact my younger cousin (not blood, obviously, it’s not incest just the terminology we used of like “we’re best friends we’re gonna be like aunts to each other’s kids”, which is the same language my best friend and I used as kids too) bullied me quite often and my mom doesn’t really vibe with the resentment I had for him but I remember hiding in my closet when he would come over crying because he fucking traumatized me so like I have 0 problem with not seeing anyone in that family anymore, though her husband and my mom are still close and talk.
Tl;dr been there, done that, got the t-shirt, not as bad or messy as that it seems for me personally but yeah big oof.
#‘been there done that got the t-shirt’ is a phrase my mom’s uses#*mom#suicide mention tw#incest mention tw#heavy topic tw#cheating tw#divorce tw#vent tw#personal#punk gets mail#savvy answers#her oldest daughter is the daughter of also someone my mom still talks to and is having a baby so we brought a a baby gift for her (my cuz)
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