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blue-jisungs · 11 months

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5k followers event !

CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?? BC I CANR 😍 we hit 5k!!!! thank you all so so much from the bottom of my heart, i cannot fully express how thankful i am 🥹 it doesn’t matter if you’re new here or been there since the begging (well technically it does, you’re an OG!!! love u<;3), as someone once said: it doesnt matter whom you have known the longest, it’s about who came and stayed till the end (or something like that lol)

so to celebrate i decided to make a lil poll and txt won the voting! combining my first ever band that waltzed into my heart and stayed there (5sos) with one of the latest ones (txt) seemed like a fun idea! now, if i could i’d write it in a completely different way but my attention span isn’t the greatest + i have a couple of different projects going on (such as the july jam session which was inspired by it btw lol), so here’s how it looks: each member has a piece written (~1k words each) connected to a certain song from an album! i know, i know there’s no sgfg but i couldn’t match anything <\3 and i was having such a hard time bc i am biased, okay? i love youngblood and 5sos5 and it was SO HARD TO PICK A ONE SONG?!

okay i need to stop talking so much. anyways, here’s the masterlist that will be updated! (did u see what i did here? i put them in the order of release just like the way i’ll post my fics–)

good girls ,, huening kai — 2/07

the only reason ,, yeonjun — 4/07

better man ,, beomgyu — 7/07

best years ,, soobin — 10/07

HAZE ,, taehyun — 12/07

again. thank you so so much! i wouldn’t be here if not you!! :( i’d like to thank my moots, my beloved friends i’ve made on here. now bare w me bc why does it feel like i’m leaving or something 💔 i just love n appreciate you so much but, here we go:

thank you ola, my mother ☝️ (@l3visbby) for correcting my works even when i didn’t ask you to :( you’re always there to hear my rambling (literally) and you’re the grammar police muahaha also a big big inspo, i’m genuinely grateful that you’re here, bearing n somehow managing my bullshit

ZANNA! @slytherinshua, my loveliest friend, an angel, felix in disguise, biggest joshua and dk stan e v e r!!! what id do without you…? probably die (not to be dramatic 🙄). you’re such a inspiration and good person to be around, i love your reblogs and conversations with you! you never fail to me make me smile and it’s always a fun time screaming abt taehyun together <3 you’ve been with me since… what, like… forever!! (almosr a year actually i still can’t believe it) and i’m so happy that we met <3

KIMCHI!!! 김치 LIKE THE KOREAN DISH!!! KIMCHI LIKE NY BELOVED FRIEND @planetkiimchi!!!!!! you’re so sweet. like, always. thank you for introducing me to nct LMAO but in general, i love texting with you :( you’re so funny and always being such a positive vibe!!! not to mention your writing, it’s genuinely so amazing?? i still remeber the chan piece you sent to me before posting, it made me so emotional AND IF THAT DOESNT SPEAK VOLIMES THEN I DUNNO⁉️ thank you for popping in my inbox n making me smile so much <3

speaking of inbox @lipedaisy i’m looking at you 🫵 debs, you’re so so lovely :( i uh, tend to forget about things, ahaha! so when you pop in n say simple stuff like drink water i feel like… well, you’re a life saver lol! you’re always so kind and bring positive energy, i love chit chatting with you (even if i forget to reply💔).

i hope you won’t be mad i mention you in one paragraph but it’s only because it applies to you all!!! @fairyhaos ,, @mirxzii ,, @rubywonu ,, @etherealyoungk ,, @delcakoo ,, @crxzs and @enluv you inspire me so so much!!! not only you’re the loveliest and funniest people i’ve met but i love your writing!! i know i don’t reblog that much but i write more than i read <\3 but you have amazing talent, your works are always beautifully written. nia, roxie, skye, yena, ema, angie, coco you deserve all the happiness in the world and i’m so grateful we’re friends (even though i’m a dry n late replier sometimes <3)

and to my other moots — @yeonscity-main ,, @sieunsgf ,, @malarign ,, @ddeonudepressions ,, @pnkvernon ,, @wqnwoos ,, @wheeboo ,, @ylliris-hanniehae ,, @icyminghao : thank you for being here!! even if we met only a couple days ago… you make me so happy, i love interacting with you n talking abt goofy stuff, you understand me so well and we get along so smoothly it’s making a lil heart really happy :( you make tumblr feel more like home <3

and to readers (if you made it to the end, wow. like, seriously. i personally wouldn’t 🏃‍♀️💨 so, thank you <3), my babies precious gems angels cuties patooties!! thank you so so much for supporting me and my work! i know i complain abt empty reblogs but it’s only bc they motivate me more lol!! i am truly grateful n blessed to have you, even ghost readers (i see you🫵)! without you, rhis blog wouldn’t exist today >_<

#why am i emotional #i sound like a broken record but again #thank you so much. i mean it.#txt fic #a is for axe’s rambles!!

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waveofstars · 11 months

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get to know the author!

name : angie

pronouns : she/her

preference of communication : i honestly prefer to start off on tumblr ims and then migrate to discord if we get to chatting/plotting! tbh i've been so bad with communicating this year and finally getting better at it (and better at being active in general! so come hit me up!)

most active muse : chey! she's been my main babe since 2013 and she's not going anywhere. i used to always feel bad that my main focus was on her, but not anymore tbh. she's unapologetically my fav.

experience / how many years : oh man, i've been writing since the dawn of time. i used to write privately with friends back in the day through e-mail, polyvore, MYSPACE! literally anywhere and everywhere. i didn't find tumblr rp until 2013.

best experience : i have to say wholeheartedly some of my best memories come from the 2013-2014 years and that's largely thanks to @mutatedangels! the summer was full of nights where i'd stay up writing and plotting until the sun rose the next day. it was so fun being giddy over ships and having a blast writing whatever we wanted.

rp pet peeves : refusing to write with certain faces or being too rigid with rules in general. i also never really like when someone chases a face and has no interest in what the actual character is like. i totally get preferences, but sometimes it just feels a little crazy to be so strict with certain rules that really don't matter at the end of the day. it's tumblr rp, we're all here for fun!

fluff, angst, or smut : i'm a sucker for fluff & angst. i love anything that brings on strong emotions! i'm not against smut, and in fact really love the idea of it when i have a great ship - i just SUCK at it. and i get bored writing it pretty quickly. but again, not against it!

plots or memes : oh plots for sure. most of the time i don't really need a big plot, i just like a connection to build off of. almost all my muses have a set bio, stats, etc so sometimes i can't make them work for a specific meme bc it doesn't make sense for them. there's only a few characters of mine that i'm willing to change for the sake of a meme or plot.

long or short replies : i'm a sucker for long replies. i don't always need them to be SUPER long, though i tend to get carried away. i pretty much can NEVER write under a paragraph- so one liners are a no-go for me.

time to write : mostly at night, but sometimes i get some inspo when i have desk time at work and i'll crank out a few replies (or do something like this 😈)

are you like your muses : i have a lot of the same interests as some of my muses! i made a lot of my muses BECAUSE of those interests of mine. sometimes my life experiences inspire me for a character. for instance, i used to be in the film industry and hated it. but i knew someone like chey would LOVE it. so, little things like that! but there's no muse of mine that is quite like me.

tagged by: @wynterlanding tysm hun! <3

tagging: @chronicxwanderlust , @sinsoakedsaints , @kierankyleculkin , @thanaredreamtof , @inexorcble , + anyone who wants to!

#ooc #ty for tagging me!!

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ohmygodtheywereparabatai · 3 years

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Day 5 | Role-Reversal

Because who doesn’t want to see Firelord Zhao, five-pronged crown and all @zhaozaipalooza?

OKAY hhdhdjd while that was my initial plan, @fire-lady-ilah’s thoughtful and bittersweet Good!Dad Ozai AU made me decide on another approach for today’s prompt(s).

Taking her lovely concept a step further, I thought I’d flip the personality of every AtLA character I can get my hands on. No more gentle, loving moon spirit, only a tidal goddess of wrath! Well, okay, okay, I should slow down…

Let’s start small.

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Not that he would tell, but… the musician’s self-imposed trembling was, not so imperceptible.

Had he left his children to chart out the course of his remaining life, and sailed the path like a star-wise captain? Most definitely; they were his greatest counsel as Firelord. A Fire Sage couldn’t have convinced him to remarry after Ursa’s loss - but they did.

Darling heirs that held her eyes and her laughter, and where they pointed, he found himself surely to go. Was Ozai still bound to encounter waves?

… It would seem so.

He wouldn’t so much as peep: a timid, jittery captain with no growth permitted of his facial hair than what was painfully humble. Or perhaps it got in the way of his instrument - was it a jaunty pipa? A carved flute, perfectly hollowed? The erhu, once the sole sound of his wife?

Ozai floundered to begin a conversation that didn’t end before he could grow a smile. And it happened quite quickly! Still! “I find myself curious…”

The gifted, devout soldier of a respectable rank - his children’s hand-picked selection - had not taken to him like he had him. At least, he assumed.

Ozai didn’t enjoy making assumptions - not of a man’s worth. Some he would never get to know in their bravest hour; from that roused the rest of his sentence, “… to know what you think of the state of the world.”

“For- I, what?”

“As Firelord, I court many things.” He coaxed him from the shadows, moved from pillar to pillar that entwined the gardens. “The content of my people is… the result. I only influence it, and I barely can during war, can I? Families are splintered, loved ones lost… it’s a cost I can never repay. Not with a thousand years of prosperity… But I listen to their stories.”

After a tense silence that would cue a tight-lipped reply - the Firelord’s only reward for gentler inquiries - Zhao spoke, and this time, for as long as he dared:

“… Ocean.”

Ocean? The Firelord was about to turn in his hand at untangling the enigma trailing his lofty steps - what was it Azula said, that he enjoyed theater? What had Zuko prized about him… that he hid a host of gnarly battles in a crimson ledger? Then Zhao breathed out,

“I chose… a naval career. Because the waves always roll toward home. Of course, it’s concerning - since Chieftess Yue used the spirits against their will, at the cost of her tribe’s safety… The waves have risen higher, moved faster to Fire Nation shores. She may use the ocean and moon to tear us down.”

“But, if my men drown, I can hope - the bodies… they wash up where…”

Ozai sensed, rather than heard, the knot in his words, and dove to console him. “Then I pray Agni should watch over their safe return.”

He nodded, turning away.

“My wife would… take us to the waterfront, set lights and lotus flowers adrift to float down the canals.” He paused, leaned his weight against one pillar. Zhao jerked to a stop, heels meeting with a click.

“They went past grieving houses, some bereft of sons, as a sign of our deepest respect. The city grew to see them as… a brightly lit path for spirits to follow in the afterlife. We carried on the tradition after she - left.”

“My con-” Zhao began, then stuttered.

“Oh.” A shiver crawled into his tone. “Is that why… My lover, he kept a small book, made paper animals from the pages. He set them on the water for our friends. My hands weren’t for folding. I only played the song.”

“And I only played the song, when he…” His voice watered. “I couldn’t fold any paper. Couldn’t sing - couldn’t breathe. Just the erhu. No faith protects the dying… only swallows the living.” Lu… Lu… Lu.

It blossomed in Ozai, spread like wildfire through the recesses he’d barred after Ursa’s loss - a weighing darkness bursting with light. A voice crying it’s him, it’s him, your children found a jewel. And at all costs, he would protect the faith he had left.

“Seems we are no strangers to grief.” He reached for the underside of his palm, the way Ursa would when his beloveds were small - stroking the beating vein until it stilled, and the kids slipped back into sleep. How many weeks had they walked like this? Wasn’t it time to tell him - blessed enough, to taste him?

Zhao ripped out of his grasp with a start, nearly tumbling over the stone railing into a bush of pale flowers. Nearly.

He whirled on him and shrieked, “What is this for? Is it some arrangement? A charade, a test of faith? You think you can invite believers for the amusement of - of burning in your shade?”

“Wh-”

“If there’s something I should atone for - i-if there’s someplace I should voyage with the knowledge that I won’t return… If you’re waiting for me to - to - throw myself at your feet or offer up the blood in my body as tribute, a god needs only speak.” The flurry of words even the Firelord, trained socialite, couldn’t string together ended on a hiss.

Ozai fumbled. “This isn’t - no, no - I’m only a man looking to make his children happy, and what they want is a happier father.” He sought to yield or compromise in an affair, and admitted his flaws when they were complicit. I’m only a man.

His smile was soft, real. And yet.

“You are Agni incarnate.” The noise in Zhao’s throat was a bow raking over untuned string, and I am nothing, I am nothing. “If I have duty here, I will finish it. Otherwise… mercy. Mercy. Please.”

Lack of faith hadn’t ground him into silence. It was pious zeal. Clinging desperately while living stagnant; the thought of letting belief go was more terrifying than it failing. He revered spirits that would never return the favor. Ozai thought of his daughter, throwing herself into the first pair of open arms, indifferent to reason - fear is for fools. Trust is reliable.

He was on his knees - hands too unsteady to fold paper into cranes but perfectly balanced for compositions to take flight, hands calloused from war and clutched in prayer - wanting mercy.

Living to see another day, and knowing nothing more of being spared than a terrifying way to be loved.

Ozai felt the spark in himself simmer to a boil, and even behind closed lids it read, your faith will protect him.

Better than any god could.

Wasn’t that the prerogative of kings?

He knelt by the shivering body, elbows tucked to pull him in with his palms. Their heads touched, royal silk gathered against the gritty, unswept courtyard stone… but that didn’t matter.

“Too many soldiers made of this war… too many lives lost.” He didn’t consider himself soothing by any means, not as Ursa was; Zhao stilled, if slowly. “I should be the one devoted to you.”

Taste could wait, yet his conviction was overwhelming. Ozai pressed his lips to the side of his hair, and stayed; my, was he prepared to stay. “Give me the chance.”

#the polar opposite au where ozai is a sweetheart and zhao has 12 different shrines for the spirits he worships #a healthy zhaozai?? in MY rarepair fleet? a hEALTHY ZHAOZAI ??? inconceivable #thank you angie love for the inspo <<3 #good!dad ozai au #zhaozai palooza 2021 #zhaozai #zhao #ozai #YUE NO #your local clown writes!

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dayseternal-blog · 3 years

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End of the year fic- writer ask meme

1-10 ♥️

haha that’s all of them! Thank you for the asks angi 😂❤️

For context, this year I wrote “Matcha,” Chapter 6 of “Catskin,” “Last Chance,” Chapter 4 of “Inspo,” “Undercover,” Chapter 6 of “White Lilies,” Part 2 of “Tell Me of Forevers,” “Heat Pack,” “That was the plan,” “Wait For Me,” “Little Samurai,” “Tease,” “About You,” and “Unwrapped.” That’s 14 stuff!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

1. What’s your personal favourite thing you wrote this year?

Personal faves are “Little Samurai” and “About You”! A close third is “Last Chance.” I am most proud of finishing “Inspo.”

2. What’s your least favourite thing you wrote this year?

Chapter 6 of White Lilies or....oh no..yeah. White Lilies lol ✨

3. Which of your fics was most different from what you usually write?

“Unwrapped” was different because the smut is the most pornographic I’ve ever gotten.... OH “About You” surprised/disoriented people with the pidgin speech 🌺

4. Which of your fics this year was most successful?

In terms of kudos per one-shot/chapter, “Tease” was most successful 😅 (I spent, like, maybe a day writing that when others take months?!) Lol whyyyy haha

5. Which of your fics do you wish was more successful?

Idk, maybe “About You” but also that’s embarrassing in a way?

6. What’s your favourite piece of dialogue you wrote this year?

I pretty much loved every dialogue part in “About You.” I think the part I ended up choosing showcases a lot of pidgin’s grammar and common habits.

“-nata? Hinata?”

She slowly gains consciousness, to find Naruto looking down at her.

“You okay? You wen faint dey said.”

“Oh,” she manages to utter, trying to get her bearings as the room and bed take shape in her mind, blinking away the dazed vestiges of sleep. “W-what time is it?”

“Our shift only pau now.”

“Oh.”

“You feeling okay?”

She slowly sits up, nodding. “Yeah.” She must not have been out for that long. She really thought she would make it to the end of the night. “Were you waiting for me?” she asks, suddenly panicked at the realization that he is here with her.

“Ah, nah, nah. I come in jus’ now.” He gestures at the door. “You weren’ out dere, so I jus’ wen ask somebahdy and you wuz in hea dey said.”

“Oh.” That’s good that he wasn’t waiting for her to wake up, but, still, she never expected him to do something like this. “You didn’t have to.”

He shrugs. “No problem. Ready fo’ go? Can walk or..?”

She nods, scooching off the bed-like table.

And he walks with her to check-out with one of the heads, and then back to the bus stop. Waits with her there. And when it’s obvious that he’s going back with her despite the longboard he’s been holding this whole time, she haltingly brings it up. “You not...going surfing?”

7. What’s your favourite piece of description or narration?

AHHHHHHH Do you really want to know hahahhaha 😆 I WORKED VERY HARD ON THE FOLLOWING DESCRIPTION.

From “That was the plan” during their late-night tryst:

Blood pumps faster in his heart than back in the karaoke room, he’s been trying to drink her pulse, melt her on his tongue, and he’s peeling cloth away, revealing only incrementally more of her smooth skin, dipping along the hollowed curve of her collar and the slope of her shoulder. He’s so worked up, but her skin muffles his own breaths into damp adoration, her soft, shivering cries fill his mind, instead.

She shifts in his arms, and cloth and cleavage come pillowing up to his face, and he’s certain that she’s scooped from the same puffy stuff his adolescent daydreams were made of.

8. Which fic this year was most fun to write?

ohh hmmm, I remember I was very excited about writing “Undercover.” (Then I abruptly hit writer’s block).

9. If you could go back and change something about one of the fics you wrote this year, what would it be?

There’s something wrong with “Undercover.” I don’t know what, though. The fact that I can’t agree with what happens next when I do have the entire story outlined shows that something plot-wise is very flawed.

10. What, if anything, are you going to try to do differently in your writing in the new year?

Next year, I’d like to return to writing more multi-chapter fics, less one-shots. I’d like to complete my stories instead of writing more one-shots. “It’s No Secret,” “Catskin,” “Last Chance,” “Undercover,” and “relax and live” deserve more of my attention 💕

#angi1993 #writer ask meme #end of year reflection #though I'm not done for this year #i still want to finish white lilies #and there's still naruhina secret santa event

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visforvengeance · 5 years

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Tom Holland: Cacciatore and limousines

Requested by: no one :)

Notes: hurdurdur. Hello. This isn’t the tom holland story I was talking about. But this is mobster!tom and I hope you guys like it. I chose mitski’s nobody for this one. It was supposed to be set in like the 20s but the song didn’t fit. So nvm ig. I hope you guys don’t mind, but I gave the reader the name ivy because it’s pret. These are my ocs except for tom and Harrison obvi. Also!!!!! I planned for this to be a series type thing. But that’s only if you guys liked it and wanted more. So please let me knowwww. Also in honor of 1k followers, here’s cacciatore and limousines (hehe inspo from lana del rey)

Summary: Ivy is the daughter of the infamous mobster, Thaddeus Salvatore. She’s an aspriring singer looking for a way up. That’s when she meets fellow mobster/producer, Tom Holland. Fame, drugs, and infidelity isn’t always what makes you a superstar. But in this case, it does.

Warnings: HhHh mentions of drug use, abuse, and prostitution. If any of these are triggers for you, I don’t suggest reading it. I didn’t proofread and I wrote this on mobile.

Ivy’s POV

I’m so nervous. Tonight I was performing in front of London’s most famous producer, Tom Holland. He’s produced songs for some of the most famous artists today. Its always been a dream of mine to be a big star. My father had ties which got me thus far. We were at the Angel’s Speakeasy on Angel Street. Ironic, right? My pa had visited me in the dressing room. “Hello, love.” I turned facing him and smiled. “Hi, dad. I wanted to thank you again for doing this for me. Tom Holland is so famous, if I can lure him with my voice, then it’s a done deal. I’ll be as famous as Beyoncé.” I laughed

My father, Thaddeus, was a very well respected mobster. Nobody dared to disrespect him and he was proud of it. He’d rather be a feared man than a liked one. Many people have placed bounties on my family’s heads thinking it would make him scared. But it only made him more ruthless and fearsome. He’s scared off more boyfriends than I can count, but it was only to protect me. My mother, Marie, loved playing the role of a mobster’s wife. Big houses, expensive clothing and jewelry, fancy restaurants, and chauffeurs. One would think she only wanted him for his money, but my parents have known each for 40 years and had been married for 20. It was always more than just the money.

“You better impress him or I’ve wasted my time.” Father wasn’t like any other father. He loved his children unconditionally, but he never said it. He was more of a hardass than anything and was always so serious. All work and no play. No time for that mushy garbage you saw on tv. My mom was different. She never failed to tell us she loved us, but she always failed to defend us when my father was being a bit too harsh. “I refuse to have another no good for nothing child. Don’t be like your sisters.” Daddy had 3 girls. My two older sisters, Angeline and Heather, were his most prized possessions and he used them as bait to catch the men who owed him. They were married off to other mobsters, but things were worse for them.

Angeline had gotten into drugs and Heather was treated as her husband’s prostitute. I love my sisters and I just hate that this happened to them. “I won’t, daddy.” He nodded and kissed my forehead. “You go out there and show him how good of a singer you really are. Live up to the reputation I’ve built or you’ve failed me as a daughter.” I sighed and nodded. “Of course, dad.” He walked out and probably went to go find a seat somewhere. The group before me had finished their song and it was my turn to perform. “Our next act is the wonderful Ivy Salvatore.” That was cue to get up on that stage and impress some guys.

I walked out to the stage and spoke into the microphone. “Hello everyone. I’m going to be singing an original song tonight..” I looked directly at Tom. “I hope you like it.” He smirked and leaned over with his elbows on the table. I motioned for the band to start playing.

“My god, I’m so lonely So I open the window To hear sounds of people To hear sounds of people.

Venice planet of love Was destroyed by global warming Did it’s people want too much too? Did it’s people want too much?

And I don’t want your pity I just want somebody near me Guess I’m a coward I just want to feel alright.

And I know no one will save me I’m just asking for a kiss Give me one good honest kiss And I’ll be alright.

Nobody, nobody, nobody Nobody, nobody, oooh Nobody, nobody, nobody

I’ve been big and small And big and small And big and small again And still nobody wants me Still nobody wants me

And I know no one will save me I’m just asking for a kiss Give me one good movie kiss And I’ll be alright.

Nobody, nobody, nobody Nobody, nobody Ooh, nobody, nobody Nobody, nobody, nobody Nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody Nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody Nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody Nobody, nobody Nobody, nobody Nobody, nobody, no”

I had my eyes shut the entire performance. I finally opened my eyes to the sound of clapping. There was one person’s opinion who mattered at the moment. Tom and I locked eyes, it’s as if his facial expression hadn’t changed. He still had the same smirk from when I started. I bowed and exited the stage back to my dressing room. I sat there, taking deep breaths as I tried not to think negative thoughts.

Tom and My father stood at the entrance of the room. “Hello, Ivy darling.” Tom acknowledged. My father placed a gentle hand on my shoulder. I looked at Tom through the mirror. “Hello, Mr. Holland.” He smiled a boyish smile. “Please. Call me Tom.” He took a seat in the chair behind me. I turned to face him. I don’t know if it’s the lighting or his facial features. He was truly gorgeous. “That was quite a performance. Usually when I’m asked to attend these things, the person I’m supposed to like is complete shit.” My father’s gentle grip tightened with each unsatisfying word.

“But you.” He started while pointing at me. “You’ve such a beautiful voice, love. Why don’t we get you down to my studio over the weekend and record a couple of songs together? How does that sound?” I was so relieved that he liked performance. “That sounds perfect. Thank you so much.” He grinned and stood up, readjusting the one button on his suit jacket. I also stood up and moved so my father and I were standing in front of him. “Don’t thank me yet, love. You can do that if you’re first ep tops charts.” He held out his hand for me to shake. “Don’t doubt me, darling. I’ve made it this far. It’s time I go even further.”

He smirked. “You’ve got the personality of a superstar.” He said while walking out of the door. I turned to look at my father. This was the first time I’ve seen him smile this entire night. “I did it, daddy. He wants to help me produce some songs.” I said as I hugged him. “Your mother and I are very proud of you, doll.” I smiled and kissed his cheek.

We arrived at home, where there was currently a party going on. My mother liked to have parties every 2 weeks, so I wasn’t surprised. I just wonder what the occasion was this time. As we walked in, mom greeted us at the door. “I’m so proud of you, love. Your father told me what happened. I’m so sorry I couldn’t be there. I know how nervous you get when I’m not there.” I was a lot closer with my mum than anyone.

“It’s okay, mum. I know you were busy. What’s the party for?” Her face beamed at the mention of a party. “Well it’s a celebration party for you, my love. For the successful night you’ve had. And there’s even a special surprise waiting for you in your room.” She always showered my sisters and I in gift. “For being the greatest children anyone could ever ask for.” I hugged her and sighed. “You didn’t have to, mum.” She waved her hand. “I know, I know. But I wanted to. You deserve it.”

I nodded and made my way through the crowd. Stopping every 5 minutes to say thank you to anyone who congratulates me. I finally made my way upstairs and into my room. Before I could process any of what was happening, my sisters hugged me. I haven’t seen them in such a long time, they looked completely different. “Angie! Heather! I’ve missed you guys so much.” Angie’s once long brown hair, full of curls, was now cut bob length and almost gray. Heather’s black, bone straight hair was now frizzy and dull. You could see the bruises on Heather’s arm and Angie’s once curvaceous body, had lost a significant amount of weight.

“How have you guys been? It’s been like 2 years? How are my babies?” Both of my sisters had children. Heather had two teenage boys, aged 15 and 17. Angeline had only one little baby girl who was about 4. As far as I knew, Andrew and Harold never harmed the kids. But Eden and Jasper weren’t babies anymore. They know what goes on behind closed doors. And little Jessamine was too young to think of anything that 4 year olds don’t usually think about.

“They’ve been great. Jasper’s graduation is in two months and Eden made valedictorian. I’ve never been more proud of my boys!” I smiled. I’d be proud of my children too. “Jessamine has been nominated as student of the year at her daycare.” I clapped my hands together in excitement. “I’m so proud of them. Please send me the details for Jasper’s graduation. I would love to attend.” Heather nodded and grabbed my hand, Angeline grabbed the other.

“Enough about our lives. Look at you! Our baby sister is about to be a superstar.” I smiled shyly and looked down at the ground. “W-we don’t know that for sure. We have to record a few songs first and then we’ll go from there.” My sisters scoffed and laughed. “When will you go to the studio, love?” I sipped the brown liquor adorned with a beautiful hibiscus flower. “This weekend. I’m supposed to stay with him and record.” They shared a look and wiggled their eyebrows.

“I heard this Holland guy is unbelievably handsome.” Angeline smirked. “He is. But if you’re thinking what I think you’re thinking, you might as well stop now, darling. He is my producer and nothing more.” Heather blew a raspberry. “You’re such a prude, Ives. I wouldn’t be surprised if you were still a virgin.” My hand flew to my chest in mock offense. “I am not. I’ll have you know I’ve lost my virginity at the ripe age of 17.” Angie rolled her eyes. “To Mr. Osterfield’s boy. Harrison, was it? You know, he is Tom’s best friend, right?”

I stared in disbelief. “He’s what?” My sisters laughed and Heather gave me a pat on the back. They pulled me up and led me to the ballroom area. Once we were walking down the stairs, everyone turned their attention to me. Rounds of applause were heard and there I spotted him. Tom stood in the center of it all. It felt like those movies where the girl sees the love of her life and everything else is blurred.

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