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aria-ashryver · 11 days

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A Pinch of Sugar

Book: Immortal Desires Characters: Seth Olsen-Cooper, Terri O'Rinn Ratings/Warnings: General, recurring food motif Words: 2K

Summary: Seth sees Terri buying cookies for "her son". (Fic takes place within the SICSIG timeline, some months after CH33 when Seth and Terri first cook stew and dumplings together).

A/N: Participating in Choices May Challenge 2024 | Prompt: "I'll take care of you". (Honestly, the “Have you ever been struck by a sudden desire for - soup?” prompt works too. Stew is nearly soup, right?)

Tagging: @choicesficwriterscreations @choicesmaychallenge24 @lilyoffandoms @stars-are-within-me

Seth’s lunchbox was a cheery sky blue. It was a huge, circular affair; an insulated metal canister with a handle at the top, that unscrewed to reveal a number of little compartments for cold cuts, for snacks, for soup, for cutlery.

The paint wasn’t even scratched yet, because Terri had only just bought it.

For him.

She’d bought Seth his own lunch box.

It was brisk outside, today; the sky a slate grey and smelling like the edge of rain, a line of seagulls slicing through the air to wing their way toward the docks. Probably not smart weather to be sitting outside in, eating lunch alone on the steps behind the gymnasium. But here he was all the same; concrete cold beneath his thighs, lunchbox warm and perched on his knees.

Curls of steam rose up from the stew and dumplings. Ever since Terri had taught him the recipe all those months ago, the beef stew had become one of his safe foods.

Seth huffed a breath, pushing a piece of onion around the bowl with his spoon, his feelings all tangled up in his throat.

He’d come to know the taste of many things, sitting at the O’Rinn’s dinner table.

The crisp snap of Anzac biscuits, butter clinging to his fingertips to leave little smudgy fingerprints on the edges of the newspaper when he helped Terri finish her crossword puzzle.

The creamy indulgence of fettucine alfredo, and the carb-laden groan Luca would always make when they got to the end of their bowl. The second, louder groan that always came on the heels of the first when they remembered it was their turn on dish duty.

The way the taste of Twizzlers grew rubbery and numb on his tongue at 5:27am, when he’d eaten his way through yet another packet, over yet another round of Mario Kart, and Luca had finally passed out beside him on the couch.

The slightly lumpy mashed potatoes Terri made to go with her red-wine braised lamb shanks, that he’d honestly thought would cause him all sorts of sensory issues at first. Until he’d quickly learned that the lumps were his favourite part.

He’d only ever had instant, powdered mash potato under the foster care system. It had tasted like dust.

All of his meals did.

Terri put butter and milk in her mashed potatoes.

Salt, and pepper, and understanding, somehow. Kindness. Care. Sometimes she’d put garlic, or crispy little bacon bits and chives, or some other secret thing. Once, there would have been a time where he couldn’t handle the unpredictable deviations from the norm. The unexpected textures.

Now, he didn’t care as much, because it wasn’t the ingredients that made the potatoes taste the way they did.

Terri O’Rinn’s lumpy mashed potatoes told him, “I'll take care of you”.

They tasted like being loved.

At least, Seth thought that was probably what being loved felt like. No one had ever really…

He’d never had…

Seth swiped a finger around the rim of his lunchbox, sucked at the savoury richness of the stew until the bowl was licked clean.

He wasn’t even really that hungry, to be honest. He just didn’t want to waste it.

It had been a really long time since Seth had gone hungry.

Supermarket lights were one of the few things that drove him mad when it came to being a vampire. Something about the combination of flickering halogens and the hugeness —the sterile off-whiteness— of grocery stores never failed to give him a headache.

Seth hurried through the supermarket —but not too fast; human, human, gotta look human; gosh, these lights are nasty; don’t walk too fast, you’re totally human; nod politely at Mr Philips in the produce section; oh, that’s right, need to finish those homework questions for economics; Luca probably forgot to do his, too— shuffling to a halt in the aisle where all the candy was.

He grabbed a brightly-coloured pack of Twizzlers from the shelf. Two, actually. Because Luca had been staying with Gabriel a lot more often lately, but the past few nights they’d been home, and maybe they would want to play Mario Kart with him again sometime.

Seth was just making his way to the checkout when he caught sight of Terri across the store.

‘Oh, aren’t these cute!’

Terri beamed, laughter in her smile, peering at a display of baked goods near the checkouts.

‘I should get some of these cookies for my son!’ she told the clerk. ‘He absolutely loves cats. Our Minnie adores him.’

As Terri paid for her purchases, chatting happily with the girl at the counter about their pets, Seth found himself frowning. He tucked himself behind a shelf full of bread loaves, lurking where Terri wouldn’t see him.

It wasn’t like her to slip up like that.

Luca hated “son”.

It was one of the gendered terms they despised the most. Seth knew, because he’d asked Terri on four separate occasions exactly how and when he should be using Luca’s pronouns, and what words to avoid. Luca had been so kind to him these past months. Welcoming. He’d hate to get it all wrong and upset them.

“Son” was an absolute no-go.

He knew, because he kept a list in his wallet, and he’d re-read it until he knew it by heart, and still checked it now and then, just in case he’d forgotten.

Pronouns: he/they. Alternate between them, don’t just use one.

“Dude” is a term they like, so is “lad”.

“Boy” is fine sometimes, but it’s not their favourite. Context dependent. Maybe re-work the sentence to use something else instead.

“Man” makes him deeply uncomfortable, and “bro” is hugely dependent on who it comes from.

Under no circumstances should he ever refer to Luca as Terri’s “son”.

Seth hadn’t asked about “brother”, on account of that seemed really presumptuous.

And besides, Seth thought. The mere thought of even asking whether Luca might ever consider himself Seth’s brother made funny little bubbles fizz around in his stomach, like he was a can of cola that had fallen with a heavy thunk off of one of the supermarket shelves, and now he was whizzing around in sticky, dizzying spirals on the linoleum in Embarrassing Coke-Can Hell.

Or something.

A wave of clammy discomfort washed over him. Seth fiddled with the frayed threads at the edge of his sleeve.

But, then again, Seth supposed, trying his best to blend in with the loaves of bread —which wasn’t hard, because sliced bread was very boring, and Cas said he was the most boring person he’d ever met, so maybe Seth had been a loaf of bread in a past life or something, which would go a long way toward explaining his complete inability to ever have a normal conversation with anyone— it wasn’t exactly like he was an expert in being non-binary. He hadn’t even known that was a thing until a year or two ago.

Maybe Luca had just changed their mind about the “son” thing?

…or maybe not?

Ragged, grey threads drifted down onto the linoleum, littering the floor by his shoes.

He’d ask Terri about it again. Just to be sure.

Seth stopped by his room at the Nexus. Or rather, he tried to; he wound his way through the underground corridors, arriving outside his door only to have the keypad flash red when he tried to key in the pin code to his room.

He tried again.

“No Entry”.

Confused, he bumbled his way back through the labyrinthine halls, picking his way to Astoria’s office.

‘I had that room cleared out about a month ago,’ Astoria told him, waving him in. Her eyes pinched in mild confusion. ‘I had assumed your living situation with the O’Rinns had become something of a permanent arrangement.’

‘Oh. Okay.’

Astoria paused, her pen hovering above her documents. ‘Is it not?’

Eyes downcast, Seth shrugged. ‘I dunno,’ he mumbled.

He’d learned not to ask questions.

It always worked better when you were quiet. Helpful. Well-behaved. Didn’t ask too many questions. Questions were the kicker. As soon as you asked too many questions, that was when they dumped you back in foster care.

Or… the vampire den, in this case.

Astoria jiggled her pen between her fingers. ‘You’re not in the least bit curious?’

Seth scuffed the toe of his shoe on the floor and said nothing.

A quiet sigh slipped past Astoria’s lips. She flicked her paperwork aside. In all honesty, Seth couldn’t tell if something had her amused or if she was seconds away from throttling him; she shoved out of her chair, crossing her office in two quick strides to tug a duffel bag from a closet.

‘Here. The last of your things from your old room.’

Seth caught the bag on reflex. It was lighter than he’d expected, but that shouldn’t have surprised him, really. He’d never had that many belongings of his own.

‘I had it cleared out a few weeks ago,’ Astoria explained. ‘Remus is staying there for the time being. But, Seth?’

As much as he disliked doing so, Seth forced himself to make eye contact.

‘That doesn’t mean you aren’t welcome here, too, do you understand that? Family is who you choose to love, and trust, and protect. If you want that to mean the O’Rinns, as well as the Venandis… that’s okay.

Nice Astoria might be even more terrifying than Regular Astoria, Seth thought. She slipped back into her seat and he nodded.

‘Okay. Um. I should head home,’ he said by way of farewell, startled to realise he did actually think of the O’Rinn’s house that way. ‘Thanks, Astoria.’

Astoria smiled after him as the door swung shut.

Home.

What a concept.

‘Seth! Hi, dear!’

Terri was in the kitchen again when Seth arrived… home. She brightened as he entered, bustling over to steer him toward the dining table, where a plastic clam-shell container sat on the warm, age-scarred wood.

‘Here — look what I found at the supermarket!’

Seth took a seat. A number of cookies peered back at him from behind their glossy plastic shell; chocolate, vanilla, caramel, the flavours all mixed and patterned to look like little calico cats.

‘Oh,’ he said, quietly. Seth’s stomach felt all funny again, and he wasn’t sure why. ‘Wow, great. I’m sure Luca will love them.’

Terri’s head whipped around, confusion skewing her expression. ‘No, they’re for you, duckie!’

Fizzing cola can.

Thunking to the floor.

Spinning around and around and around and around and—

Seth stared blankly at the cookies. ‘But you said they were for…’

‘Have some now if you like!’ Terri said, his whispered words pitched too low for her human hearing. ‘Don’t ruin your appetite, though, I’ve got dinner on.’

Seth’s mind was reeling.

Terri hummed a mellow tune to herself as she skirted back behind the kitchen counter, her fingers brushing lightly over his hair as she went.

It seemed... important, somehow, to open the container quietly. The plastic crunched beneath his clumsy fingers, the clam-shell packaging popping open to jostle the cookies about on the tray, crumbs jumping everywhere.

Seth glanced up to see if he’d made Terri mad, but she seemed happy as ever, standing at the oven and tasting the sauce on the end of her wooden spoon, nodding quietly to herself.

Fingers trembling, Seth popped a cookie into his mouth. The first bite was sugary sweet against the wash of salt on the back of his tongue. He chewed slowly, gratefully, coughing against a throat grown tight.

‘So? What’s the verdict?’ Terri called over her shoulder. ‘Are they good?’

Seth sniffed, scrubbing his wet eyes on his sleeve before Terri could see.

‘Yeah. Um. Thank you, Terri, ’ Seth said. ‘They’re perfect.’

#SICSIG #cw food #choices immortal desires #immortal desires #terri o'rinn #seth olsen-cooper #choices fic writers creations #cfwc fics of the week #choices fanfic #playchoices fanfic

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mercedesdecorazon · 1 day

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If anything happens to Cas, Gabe, Terri or MC, boy... the hurt I will hurl at you PB!!! I mean it!

#immortal desires #immortal desires 2 #immortal desires spoilers #choices immortal desires #pixelberry choices #pixelberry studios #gabe adalhard #cas harlow #cassius harlow #gabriel adalhard #cassie harlow #gabriela adalhard #immortal desires mc #immortal desires terri #terri lawrence #mary lawrence (mc)

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whoblewboobear · 2 months

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We get to see Cas again tomorrow~ 🥳🥰

#I’m so hype to get into the mystery too #beyond excited for anything that isn’t nexus/coven or terry related 🙌#playchoices #immortal desires #cas harlow

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somerandomjewelleryonthefloor · 12 days

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Yo really weird ID scenario here but, work with me and let me microwave some leftovers for a bit: what if like how I said a few days ago with the Lewyn/Terri idea, what if that also involved Astoria in some way?

My expansion on this: ↓

Imagine if both Coven Leaders decided to be a bit closer to Terri just to spy on her AND Mc?

I can see Astoria getting close to Terri with having just principal & parent conferences over some (half true half lie) 'concerns brought to her attention over MC's behaviour in school', and then she gets in touch with Terri and starts a fake friendship with her.

Lewyn would probably try a fake friendship with Terri gradually too, slowly with having lively conversations with her when they're both overworking at the hospital and all that.

And I'd like the idea that depending on the interactions MC has with the coven leaders surrounding her mum or with her mother about befriending Dr. Junius & Principal Yao, that it could affect which route they go with? Like platonic or romantic?

Like if you make a choice that accidentally slips up a romantic thing that they could do for Terri, then they'd try that to get closer to her (and possibly succeed)

And also if you did say choices to mama Terri that leaned towards 1 over the other, then Terri would pay attention to the coven leader you were 'preferring' the majority of the time.

I'd imagine if you did that over the book/s, then something romantic between them and Terri would happen. And if it did, I'd like to think of it as a real slow-burn romance with Lewyn/Astoria to Terri. And at the end- if Terri ends up with one, then the chosen person would start having a REAL difficult time trying to not protect Terri all the time in The Nexus.

Imagine if there were diamond scenes with Astoria/Lewyn where you had to 'bond' with them while Terri was around, and depending on how many you did and how much you impressed them- then they'd slowly see your MC as less of an annoyance and possibly a child figure to some extent.

Like pls, imagine Lewyn slipping up and calling you something endearing like 'my child' and then MC had to run with it since Terri was nearby.

Imagine Astoria being slightly less annoyed with you around and giving you a genuine smile while taking of Terri in endearment?

Imagine a scene where you find Astoria/Lewyn at your house doing something like having coffee at the dining table, or something of the sort? And MC is hit with "THEY'RE GETTING WITH MY MUM WTF-"

CMON PEOPLE- extra tension in the house, more drama, more complexity within the relationships of the characters, more insight to their characters (when they're not being horrible bitches)...

I need to see Astoria/Lewyn get scared for MC's safety after seeing you outside during chapter 14-15 in the battle of Crimson Beech. PLEASE.

It'd also add another parallel to Cassy/Gabby & MC and their dynamic, the Human & Vampire dynamic.

I can see MC reminding them of Esme and Louis when she confronts them on what they're doing.

Imagine you get an option to call them "Mom/Dad" as a way to mess with them or at chapter 16 during the 'Celebration of Life' event to be nice to them, or MC slips up and says it during an argument at The Nexus with them? That'd be such a bittersweet comedy I think.

#twstaddict17 #choices immortal desires #immortal desires #choices id #Astoria Yao #lewyn junius #LET ME COOK (or atleast microwave some leftovers for a minute)#cmon people... this has to be of interest to you?#I WANNA SEE ASTORIA AND MC BOND THE MOST DUDES #i can see MC & Terri affecting how they go about Humans too even if its just slightly

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monyrawolf21 · 22 days

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I have the theory that MC's father was k!lled by a vampire and maybe thats the reason why the mother us always on trouble because she wants to know the truth or she always known the truth about the vampires existence and she wanted to play along in the first book and part of the second but she didn't know until chapter 7 that Mc was a vampire

#immortal desires 2 #immortal desires 2 spoilers #Terri give me a break #poor mc

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im-galazy · 3 months

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caressing Terri for last time before she probably dies in Immortal Desires 2

#choices #choices stories you play #immortal desires #cas harlow #choices immortal desires #gabe adalhard #immortal desires 2

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choicesficwriterscreations · 4 days

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CFWC F/AotW: May 12 - 18, 2024

✒️ = Fanfic | 📱 = Text Fics/Edits | 🎨 = Fanart Ⓜ️ = Mature Content 18+ | 🔥 = Explicit/NSFW 18+ 🏳️‍🌈 = LGBTQIA

BIG SKY COUNTRY

A Miracle Baby ✒️ | Sawyer Oakley x F!MC - @eadanga

THE BILLIONAIRE'S BABY

Mother's Day ✒️ | Cole Stone x F!MC - @eadanga

BLADES OF LIGHT AND SHADOW

Forest Fun 🎨 | Mal Volari x F!MC - @/artbyainna (IG) C: @storyofmychoices

CRIMES OF PASSION

A Rose & A Thorne ✒️ | M!Trystan Thorne x F!MC - @jerzwriter Part 1: The Discovery Part 2: The Resolution

Red Threads of Fate (That Binds Us Together) (Series) ✒️🏳‍🌈 | F!Trystan x F!MC Chapter 1: The World is a Napkin

IMMORTAL DESIRES

A Pinch of Sugar ✒️ | Seth Olsen-Cooper, Terri O'Rinn - @aria-ashryver

Starlight Smut Supercut - In Bloom; A Respite ✒️Ⓜ️🔥🏳️‍🌈 | M!Cas Harlow x NB!MC - @aria-ashryver

Starlight Smut Supercut - These Bright and Beautiful Things ✒️Ⓜ️🔥🏳️‍🌈 | M!Gabe Adalhard x NB!MC - @aria-ashryver

MOTHER OF THE YEAR

Happy Mother's Day to Laura 🎨 | Levi Schuler x F!MC - @bayleedraws-sometimesx C: @storyofmychoices

NIGHTBOUND

Sleepless ✒️ | Nik Ryder x F!MC - @ladylamrian

OPEN HEART

Complete Open Heart F/AtoW List - Week Ending May 18

THE ROYAL ROMANCE

All That She Wants (Series) ✒️Ⓜ️ | Multiple Pairings - @angelasscribbles Chapter 6: Unvarnished Truths Liam Rys x F!MC, Drake Walker x F!MC

Capitulo (Series) ✒️ | Liam x MC - @belencha77 Chapter 18: Fiesta En La Playa Chapter 19: Cascada Del Olvido Chapter 20: La Manzana De Su Ojo Chapter 21: Una Noche Para Recordar Chapter 22: Tan Dulce Como un Pie

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cherries-in-wine · 2 months

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Playing immortal desires to take a break from reality but every little interaction between Terri and mc reminds me of my mother and I.

#like we had the exact same “im the parent here” “since when” argument #then her going through my stuff #like my phone and my diary and my letters #as a woman i have so much respect and admiration for my mother but as a daughter i feel so much rage #but our relationship is kinda sorta somewhat healing so i guess that's nice #Aditi rambles on and on #choices #choices stories you Play #choices Stories we play #immortal desires #immortal desires book 1 #immortal desires book 2 #choices immortal desires #ID #ID 1 #ID 2 #ID choices

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terrence-silver · 1 year

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What kind of artwork would Terry commission for Beloved?

Being a conosseiur of the arts, I'd say nudes and actes, but Terry never quite figured out how to have the painter blinfolded during sit-in session, with their eyes gouged out or the memory of everything they've seen promptly erased afterwards even as they observe you naked and on display for hours and relay their vision on canvas, and even if Terry Silver was present for every artist ceance, which you best believe he would be, acutely watching everything going on, his unblinking gaze scrutinizing your body like he could devour you, the envy, territorialness, the control issues and downright jealousy of someone other than him seeing you unclad is too much even for all his cravings of owning a private gallery riddled with nothing but your form naked, all for him. He understands art is --- well --- immortal. He knows because he owns plenty of it, and he ponders the chance of someone fnding you, in frame, a hundred years from now, in his private collection and buying or stealing your literal image and the thought of it being beyond his control to stop makes him furious. Ironic that a man who isn't above aquiring black market stolen artwork, like his infamous possession of The Storm on the Sea of Gallilee, worries that his own significant other could one day be black market aquired stolen artwork too. Last thing he wants is someone leering at beloved's tits, cunt, ass or cock half a century from now.

So, he compromises with himself, setting these desires aside. For now.

He settles on something classical instead; portraits. Catch is, even the fact someone gets to see your face in a fully conventional fashion, with you entirely dressed and has the opportunity soak it in for several hours a day can be a feat testing his patience. That long suffering painter and the team Terry commissioned for this --- catch is --- get to paint you from behind. Never actually seeing your face in a full frontal or any manner. And yes, Terry is still present every day for the job, overseeing it all, conducting business from the atelier when his busy schedule demands and multitasking, if need be. The artists enter the salon in Mr. Silver's mansion and you're there, back turned to them, looking through the window, staring at a wall, a curtain or whatever offers the best setting, atmosere and light, as Terry micromanages the whole thing and gestures that they may take their places and start their work. Now; they spend weeks and even months with you in the same room and they don't even really know what you exactly look like, and it is in their contract never to peek, even as they're wrapping up for the day and leaving. Mr. Silver's staff politely and very professionally ushers them out and there's never a chance to sneak a glance. The end result is something akin to this;

Any of these, actually;

The artists leave with a fortune in paychecks because Terry Silver can indeed be an immensely generous patron, albeit incredibly precision-based, but they never discover how the model they were so carefully tasked to immortalize actually looked like.

#the artist is edward b. gordon by the way #terry silver #kk3 #cobra kai #art #portraits #tw; jealousy #terry silver x reader #terry silver x beloved #character analysis

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