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kaiisenn · 3 years

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Going to sleep with Sukuna and waking up to Yuuji (Sukuna x Fem! Reader x Yuuji)

Sukuna was a feared man, the strongest curse. He is known as the "King of curses", but his vessel is a little boy that doesn't know how to cook anything besides instant ramen.....

Although both men are very different, they both share something common..... loving you. They share you they share your love, they share your time, affection, everything. They would do anything for Y/n L/n.

To Sukuna and Yuuji, your their safe place somewhere that they can go and be themselves. You love them for them, your not scared of Sukuna although he does say some stupid stuff but you know that he's never really had someone to love like this. After being alone for 1000 years, Sukuna never thought he needed someone but after meeting you, spending time with you, getting to know you, he found him self infatuated with you. Funny isn't it, someone so powerful falling in love with a mortal. He spends a lot of nights with you. When you two are alone he is so gentle with you, he's never had something he could cherish. During many nights he likes to cuddle the security and privacy the night gives allows him to relax with you and show you his love and appreciation for you.

"Love, do you know where my pajamas are?" You ask looking around in just your underwear, Sukuna leaning against the headboard, arms behind his head with nothing but some sweatpants follows you around the room with his four eyes "Does it matter, Dove? Just take something from the brat" Sukuna puffs out, patiently waiting for you to join him. Listening to him you walk over to Yuuji's drawers 'I'll thank him later' pulling out a large hoodie with different pastel colors in each section of it, pulling it over your small frame you twirl around showing it off to your boyfriend "Ta-daa~!" "Very cute Dove, now will you come over here?" Sukuna asked patting the space next to him, Waltzing over to the bed you plop yourself right onto Sukuna's lap, caressing his face. Leaning into yoir touch with soft eyes, the tattooed man places a kiss on your lips progressively making the kiss deeper and deeper. If anyone saw the great King like this, no one would believe it, being reduced to a loving pile of mush. Breaking from the kiss, you lean your forehead onto his "I love you" you whisper "I love you, too" adjusting you and himself, Sukuna places the both of you to lay down on the bed, you on his chest while he gently pets your hair. "Goodnight, Dove"

Morning time :)

Stirring away to the lost feeling of Sukuna's arms wrapped around you, you look around realizing he's gone. Until you hear pots and pans banging together from the small kitchen. Dropping your feet onto the cold wood flooring, you groggily make you way to said kitchen, upon arrival to see Yuuji covered in boxed pancake mix powder looking at you like a deer in headlights "Morning Gorgeous:D" lazily smiling at your goofy boyfriend , you walk over to his position in the kitchen taking his face into your hands and wiping the powder off his face afterwards bring his face towards yours in a sweet and loving kiss "Morning baby, what's this all about?" Leaning over to the side to catch a look at the mess "well you see I was trying to make some pancakes for me and you but they didnt turn out....." Yuuji spoke shyly looking away "That's fine, why dont you give me a second to use the bathroom then we'll make the pancakes together alright?" Smiling up at him you see his eyes gleam at the fact you two will be spending time together, Giving you a whole bunch of kisses around your face while he lifts you up "YUUJI MY BLADDER, PLEASE" slightly giggly you try to get out of the mans grip. Finally letting you down you laugh while scurrying away to the bathroom.

After freshening yourself up to see your boyfriend taking out all the necessary ingredients for the pancakes while a mouth appears on his hand telling him something, smiling to yourself while they bicker you think to yourself.

"How did I get so lucky?"

AHH THIS IS SUCH A WEIRD WAY TO END IT BUT I HOPE YOU LIKED IT

-Kaii

My request box is OPEN

#yuji itadori x reader #satoru gojo x reader #jjk sukuna #ryomen sukuna #itadori x reader #itadori yuji #jujutsu kaisen itadori #itadori icons #jjk itadori #jjk nobara #kugisaki nobara #jjk gojo #saturo gojo #sukuna gojo #gojo satoru #anime x reader #anime #fanfic

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slashershenanigans · 3 years

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First kiss

-Chop Top x GN! reader-(tw: slight mention of accidental burns)

normally on a Sunday early morning you’d say the sawyer house is quiet, however today is an exception. you rustled underneath the covers on your bed, lazily opening your eyes only to wrinkle your nose at a foul smell, eyes watering slightly as you sit up irritated by the unfortunately familiar scent. you groan in response as you begin to stretch not in a hurry to get up before your thought finally kicks in that maybe this is not just an annoyance but something urgent. it wasn't abnormal for you to worry about the sawyer brothers, being how chaotic and spontaneous they can get, especially the twins. sure, you are quite energetic yourself, but god you get mad when they get too risky! you swing your legs off the bed, tipping forward slightly from imbalance, quickly straightening up to walk out to the kitchen to see what was going on. “drayton? Bubba? is that you?” you shout into the hallway, trying to decipher the situation at hand. you sigh harshly at the lack of response and rush over to the opening to the kitchen to see,,,Chop top there; jesus no wonder it smells like a volcano erupted! you’re welcomed to the sight of various tools being dirty both against the table and on the floor and even a knife piercing the ceiling, dirtied with what looks to be batter.while chaos for Chop isnt unusual, the sight of him actually cooking is. “er,,,Chop-” he spins around nearly flinging the bowl of...something out of his hands. “O-oh! heh,, mornin’!” he beams brightly in a way that always seems to make you smile back; strange how that same happy expression spooked you at one point. “whatcha got there?” you say, chuckling under your breath, taking in the chaos laid out in front of you by the wrath of your boyfriend.” I-Im makin’ somethin’!” he replies enthusiastically, leaning over to cover a pot of quite literally boiling syrup. you cant help but laugh at the obscurity of his methods as he eratically spurs around going from different bowls to pans and such; its like he took the entire pantry to use for this. he lifts a lid off a pot and smoke engulfs his face” I’it’s supposed to do th-that!” he says slamming the lid back “chop-” “D-dont worry bout a t-thing y/n!” he says this as a plate beside him smashes on the floor next to him. the more he goes on he seems to be...really anxious. He’s smiling crooked in a way that seems more of a coverup than his genuine grin. “chop do you need-” “I’M F-FINE! I c-can control this-” he’s extremely shaky, darting his eyes back and forth to you and back to the pans and such. Sure, his general shakes have become a normal sight to see, but this time seems different. you were getting nervous, almost like you knew this was gonna build up to something if you dont keep an eye on him. “n-now where is th- wOAH-” he yelps as he slips on a loose bit of batter spilled on the floor and bangs his head on the edge of the stove. Before you can react to what just happened, you see the pot right above the stove where he’s laying holding his forehead in his hands wobble as if its about to tip over all over your boyfriend’s plated head. “NO!” you shout, firmly pushing him away from the hot liquid before it tipped over; while you managed to keep him from suffering a burned plate and far worse, you werent fast enough to move before it spilled all over your left leg. you yowl in pain, shaking erratically and shuffling away from the burning liquid that is now on the floor. “Y/N! o-oh shit!! Goddammed stove!” he yells, diving over to you to see your aching new injury and soon to be scar on your leg. he holds you up with one hand laid against your upper back shakily, clumsily moving anything else around that could hurt you “o-oh god this is all m-my fault!! aw shit,,,i-im sorry im so s-sorry!” while you were in pain, you sat distracted still by his frantic saddened expression, fetching you a cold rag to place on your leg and quickly after placing it on you falling onto his knees in front of you, now having you both facing one another on the messy kitchen floor. he sniffs, his brows furrowed and buries his eyes into his hands to hide his tears “t-this is wh-what i get for wanting to b-be responsible,,” you raise a brow at this. is that what he was trying to do? “a-all i wanted was to do something for ya c-cause you make me f-feel like boiling-n-no that aint right for right now- l-like WARM like- n-no,,,aw s-shit..” he shakes his head, clearly frustrated at himself. you shuffle a bit toward him placing your left hand on his cheek and your right resting on his shoulder, rubbing your thumb against him in a calming way. “d-drayton’s right..i-im not f-fit to do nuthin’ for nobody..i cant e-even take care of your breakfast! a-ALL I DO IS H-HURT YA” your brows furrow and eyes widen a bit. “ g-god why do i even-” you press both hands to his face, shuffling clos enough to where you were sitting between his legs, staring into his eyes, sighing softly” Chop..you dont need to be at my beckon call to let me know you care.” you look around at the mess, batter scattered everywhere and burn marks smeared onto the wooden counter.”the fact that you tried because you wanted to is enough for me.” you say, stroking his cheek with your thumb. his hands wander onto your back to embrace you tightly. “y-you really m-mean that?” he says with his voice choked up a bit from crying. you nod, before moving your thumb under his chin to prop his face slightly and leaning in, tenderly laying your lips onto his. you felt overjoyed when as you do this you feel him smile ear to ear against you, placing a hand on the back of your neck to support your head, the other wandering under your shirt; not in a lustful way he genuinely just likes feeling your skin. after a moment or two you both pull apart for a breather and stare at one another with hazy loving gaze. “i-i dunno what i did to deserve ya, sugar” sugar eh? thats a new one. you grin and nuzzle your forehead against his before laying another tender kiss onto it “me neither..”

#first fic woo!!#i really hope you guys enjoy it!#feel free to say what you think!#chop top x reader #slasher x reader #chop top sawyer #chop top tcm #tcm #tcm 2 #texas chainsaw massacre #texas chainsaw massacre 2 #nubbins sawyer #bubba sawyer #drayton sawyer #slasher x gender neuteral reader

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nisaadventures · 4 years

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I’m turning 30 in 10 days... yikes.

The last year of my life has sucked... lol. Okay, it wasn’t all bad. I’m exaggerating... but I’m also not. I know there were plenty of nice moments in the last year... but when I think about the last year of my life, its just full of so many firsts... awful firsts...

First time celebrating their birthdays without them...

First holiday season without them... anyone else miss mom’s turkey? Most people don’t like traditional thanksgiving dinner because the turkey is more often dry... mom’s was never dry... Okay the key people.. Don’t actually cook your stuffing in the turkey. Its just going to suck all the juice life out of your bird... I mean come on. Trick #1 stuff the turkey with fresh cut oranges and yes, you can leave the skin on... #2 do majority of the oven time in an oven bag to keep the moisture in. #3 cook breasts down. Its the part thats usually most dry, so duh... keep it in the juicy, buttery goodness of the pan. I never made the entire meal, I usually just helped mom with everything. These are just some things I’ve taken away in my observations.

Halloween trip to Disneyland without them... Disney is always a good time, but I’d be lying if I said my heart didn’t feel heavy in some way... and that is saying something because Disneyland is my happy place lol.

Looking forward to 2020... Hoping that it had so much better in store for us.

Dear lord... what a joke.

Going to Hawaii for our “family trip” without them...

A pandemic without them... I mean yes, I’m thankful they aren’t out there with COVID on the rise... I’m glad they’re not stuck at home because COVID. Mom and Michael are both too much of busy bees to be cooped up in the house for too long.

Not going to lie... picking up where they left has been hard. All of moms plants... The dogs.. Taking care of the backyard, where Michael usually would. Mom would definitely do too much at once. She’d be out in the yard planting something and pulling out something else in her damn UGG boots! wth mom?! Those are expensive! lol. “Oh its fine.. I’ll wash them.” Omg lol. Either that, or she’d be over here trying to move heavy a$$ pots by herself and I’d have to stop her before she hurt her back. Ayiyi.

Keanu and Aria’s birthdays without them... seeing my babies sad and missing their grandma, grandpa, and aunties has been hard. It will be out of nowhere sometimes... and all the nights of Aria waking up in the middle of the night crying. I feel you baby girl... I get it. I miss them too... Its okay to be sad... Mantras...

You were her little rays of sunshine. Grandpa and grandma loved you SOOOO much.

Mom would babysit the kids on Saturday mornings, while Kuya, Vaness, and I went to workout. They’d go get breakfast, pancakes and eggs, at UJs. She’d take them to Target, the dollar store, Walmart, etc. just so they could look and maybe get something to play with together. She always crafted with them.

Living in this house... especially with COVID... has been hard. I miss just sitting at the dinner table, eating sho mi, and talking about work. Mom and Michael getting all worked up over some crazy manager, or something going down with the union.. yup, that’s where I get it from... advocacy and leadership skills FTW. One thing they could always talk about for HOURS was work lol.

I remember when I was a little girl, Mom would let me play in the bathtub until I was all wrinkled. She would let me bring all my toys into the tub. At one point I even had a care bear doll that she, for some reason, let me take in the bath lol. She’d throw it in the dryer for me after I was done.

I remember going to the grocery store with mom and leaving with two full a$$ grocery carts because we had a full house at all times. I mean it was Kuya, my cousin Jojo, my brother Derric, my cousin John, Bubba, my cousin Jay, me and whoever else was over the house lol. When Kuya was in high school, it was all of his buddies partying at our house and crashing on the floor in the living room, dining room, and all the couches. She was the #1 host for sure.

“Are you hungry? Did you eat yet?”

Thats love.

All of Kuya’s high school friends called her Mom. My friends called her Mama Fern. She loved that.

I remember playing hide n go seek in the dark in our tiny town house.. Later in the bigger house on Glenbriar... where mom actually tripped and broke her arm... But she laughed so hard she peed her pants, so she was a good sport? lol. Needless to say, we sort of stopped playing after that.

I remember making dim sum with mom for the first time. Such a hot mess, flour and food everywhere, but so fun. We definitely didn’t do that again until there were more adults around to help lol. Mom knew how to run through a kitchen like a tornado. Hot mess! but the best cook.

Mom was always careful. She always wanted to make sure we were safe, that I was safe. I couldn’t go outside unless one of the boys was with me. When I would swim she would get nervous, even though I learned how to swim at a young age thanks to Kuya. One day, we were having a bbq, lots of family over, I was playing in the jacuzzi (drawing on the wall of the jacuzzi with a piece of chlorine... don’t play with chemicals kids lol) and she thought I was drowning? So she jumps her a$$ in there fully clothed and yanks my a$$ out. I was shocked as hell, so I naturally started crying hella hard and complaining about the fact that she scratched me when she yanked me up out of the water lol.

Keep in mind that that was not the first time one of the twins jumped into the pool fully clothed to “save” someone hahaha.

Speaking of fully clothed in the pool... The time auntie tripped and fell slo-mo style (that questionable, are you going to catch your balance, speed) into the pool LOL. Mom was dead laughing at her. Most hilarious video.

Those twins lol.

Jeeze.. speaking of the twins. They had this crazy connection. Tell me why when mom got sick with suspected viral meningitis and had to be hospitalized... Auntie straight up followed her right into the ICU with viral meningitis...

Who remembers their 50th birthday? Talk about doing it BIG. So much fun. All the performances. Lani was there... KMA performances and kuya and John getting down for Maglalatik. Who doesn’t like seeing some half naked, buff dudes, bang coconuts together? haha. The twins getting down with their hula performance. Cute!

I remember when Mom and pops were going through their divorce and she would text me after midnight. I was going to Sac State and of course I was team NO sleep at the time. I would be in the AIRC studying. I’d comfort as best as I could from a distance... and then come home on weekends to be there with her when I could.

She found her footing again. Started going to the gym with Kuya more... Started running all the time... all of her half marathons and finally she did the Nike Women’s Marathon.

Hiking Half Dome with her. What.a.badass.

That is really how I see her. She was so badass. When she was my age she had my 9 year old Kuya and I was on the way... She was working and supporting us and then eventually decided to make a better life for us, and went back to school... NURSING SCHOOL. wth. I can’t even imagine doing that right now, but reminding myself of where she has been and how much she PUT IN WORK... That keeps me grounded in the fact that we are responsible for our lives. If you want something, you have to work for it. You can’t just hope for better... you make better happen.

I guess its that reminder... her strength... her and Michael’s love and hard work... That keeps me going.

Being mindful... being thankful... acknowledging my own strength...

But with that said... August has been increasingly hard. I don’t like to think about my birthday. I don’t even want to plan anything. They’re not here... I can’t celebrate with all my loved ones and friends. Thank you COVID...

We’re just getting closer and closer to the anniversary? Nah.. lets not call it that... anniversary sounds like something nice... something to celebrate... This is NOT that. The day your loved ones are taken is not something to celebrate... I mean honestly, if I had to pinpoint the worst day of my life, that was it.... When I think about that day I can’t breathe. Terrible memories... so many sleepless nights. I’ve come so far. Its still hard, but I’ve come a long way.

Anyway... this post is sort of random and nostalgic. Things I hold onto. Things that make me happy cry... Things that weigh heavy on my heart.

Here’s my playlist for grief... reminders of them... collected over the last year:

Aloha for now -Kaleo Vai & Passion

One day at a time -Jennifer Chung

In the end - Gabe Bondoc, Melissa Polinar, Passion

Round and around -Kolohe Kai

Fade Away -Rebelution

Alive -The Green

New Day -Kimie’

Angels above me -Stick Figure

Memories -Maroon 5

Wish you pain -Andy Grammer

100 -Katchafire

Everyday life -Coldplay

Out of the darkness -Isla vista worship, Bre Reed

Amen -Andra Day

Grateful -13 Crowns feat. Poo Bear

Rainbow Connection -Gwen Stefani

Be okay -ZOE worship

With you -Eryn Allen Kane

Dont worry -Mesto feat. Aloe Blacc

Just livin’ -Sensi trails, Kbong

Remember me -Miguel, Natalia Lafourcade

Even more -Major

Let it be -Xav A.

Give Thanks -Iya terra, Stick figure

Mr. Sun -Sammy Johnson

Rest easy -Thrive, Nico of Tribal Theory

Sunny Days- Allen Stone

Today’s a new day -Common Kings

Mother’s Love -Jonah Jaxon, Micah G

The bones -Maren Morris, Hozier

Give you blue -Allen Stone

And we remain -Johnnyswim

Yellow -Kina Grannis

Streetcar -Daniel Caesar

Meant to be -Bebe Rexha, Florida georgia line

All you need to know -Gryffin, slander, Calle Lehmann

Like I’m gonna lose you -Jasmine Thompson

#ohanaovereverything #threeoh #grief #memories #family #loss

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millenialpeasant · 4 years

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Meatballs, and an Introduction

INTRODUCTION:

The year is 2020, and we are Millenials. This is a term bandied about by Boomers and Gen X’rs to infantalise us, but it is also OUR Generation and OUR term. The economy is dying, we all work 3 jobs, none of us have time to cook, but also can’t afford to eat out all the time. And to top it off half of us dont even know how to cook, and using services like Hello Fresh and Blue Apron to help us learn skills we should have learned in Home Economics leads to derision and snark about how we can’t even be bothered to do our own grocery shopping.

I love to cook. I was a latchkey kid who was cooking dinner about twice a week since high school. I also had a grandmother who loved to bake and valued a nice meal presentation, a trait which passed on to me. I’m one of the lucky ones, and I’m grateful for that. there were times in my 20′s where my entire grocery budget was about $20 to feed myself for a week. You learn about 30 different ways to prepare eggs and about 10 ways to doctor up Ramen Noodles or you go mad with food boredom.

I love to cook but so many websites with amazing recipes assume you have access to fresh herbs, uncommon ingredients, and have 8 hours to let homemade stock simmer (I can’t even remember the last time I was home, in the day, for 8 hours straight) So you find shortcuts, cost hacks, and rework recipes to work with the tools you have at hand. you learn which tools are a godsend (food procesor) and which tools are basically fancy garbage (looking at you quesidilla maker). This Blog will be a collection of the various recipes I’ve tweaked over the years, as well as cooking tips and tricks to get the most bang for your buck, or how to make food prep actually work around a busy schedule. My hope is that someone, somewhere finds this blog and gets inspired to give real cooking another shot. It’s cheaper, healthier, and a skill we should all have, so grab a mixing bowl, we are gonna make some meatballs.

ABOUT THE RECIPE:

so I wanted to start with this recipe for a couple of reasons. 1) It’s stupid easy, just put it all in the bowl and mix. 2)It makes a masssive amount of meatballs, especially if you live alone or only have 1-2 other people eating. And 3) it’s cheeeeeap. You can feed up to 10 people on $20 with this recipe if you do your shopping at Aldi or similar cheaper stores. There are also no fancy techniques to worry about (although I will include Advanced Technique tips where applicable, all of my recipes will taste fine without the extra steps)

Every recipe generally wants you to pull out and pre measure all of your ingredients before you start cooking. You should do this if posible, but when you are working in a tiny galley kitchen, or only own 2 bowls and 1 cutting board, you have to cut some corners. To make life easier, I will seperate the ingredients into steps, in case you need to be able to measure things and put them straight into the bowl.

THE RECIPE:

Step 1

Preheat oven to 350*F

Step 2

Put all of the following into a large mixing bowl:

~3lb ground beef ( I use the super cheap “meat log” 3 lb packs at the grocery store, but better beef means better meatballs. you can also use ground turkey, ground sausage, anything you like in any combination, but for the sake of cost cutting, I will be sticking with the meat log for now) ~2 large eggs ~3/4 C Italian Bread Crumbs ~1 TBS Garlic Powder ~1 tsp Garlic Salt (this might seem redundant but I’ve tried different combinations of salt and garlic and this was universally the best way to get the right ratio) ~1 tsp Onion Powder ~1 1/2 TBS Italian Seasoning ~1 TBS Red Pepper Flakes (these make mild-to-medium spicy meatballs. use spicy sausage, or add more red pepper flake for spicier meatballs, or omit red pepper for very mild, kid friendly meatballs) ~1/2 tsp Salt ~1 tsp Pepper

Step 3

Wash your hands and start mixing all that goodness together. Use your hands, not a spoon, as a wooden spoon is more likely to overwork the meatballs, making them tough and weird. Just hand mix like you are mixing together playdough, and wash your hands both before and after. If you are squeamish, then you can always wear latex gloves if you prefer.

Step 4

Once the mixture looks uniform, begin making walnut sized balls by pinching off a bit and rolling between your palms. For consistency, I like to make 1 ball and set it aside as a “template” to follow, otherwise I find my meatballs keep slowly getting larger and larger as I get impatient and just want to get these in the oven.

Arrage your meatballs on a broiler pan with drainage, close to each other but not touching. If you dont have one of those, then grab the aluminum foil and line a baking pan and use that instead. You will have to manually drain off the grease at the end, but at least the foil makes cleanup way easier.

Advanced Tip: For better flavor, you can brown the outside of your meatballs in a frying pan for a few minutes per side before putting in the oven to finish cooking. the browing give them a richer taste.

Step 5

Bake at 350*F for 12-15 minutes. To confirm doneness, you can insert a meat thermometer into the largest meatball (aim for a temp around 155-160*) or cut one in half with a fork and check. you want meatballs that are ALMOST done, with just a tiny hint of pink in the middle. Drain off any grease needed and remove meatballs from the pan.

Step 6

This step is where you start asking yourself “Well, I’ve got meatballs, now what?”

I’m a big fan of Spaghetti with my balls, so at this point I’d be opening 2 jars (trust me, 1 will not be enough) of your favorite grocery store red sauce, and pouring them into a large sauce pan, or even a pasta pot if you have an extra. Add a bit of extra salt and pepper to taste, as well as a bit of garlic and maybe some more Italian Seasoning. It really depends on personal taste and what your base sauce starts as, so add small amounts until it tastes right to you. Remember that you can always add more, but you can’t remove it once it’s in there. once your sauce is right, add your meatballs and cover. Let the sauce/balls mixture simmer on medium-low heat while you make your pasta. Give it a stir every few minutes to make sure nothing is sticking and that the flavors distribute properly

Advanced Tip: you can always make Meatballs ahead of time and freeze them once they are out of the oven. To reheat just put them into the sauce and let them simmer until the internal temp of the meatballs is around 165* F. You can also thrown them into a slow cooker with the sauce and let the flavors build all day while you are at work. Step 7

Boil your pasta according to box directions and serve the meatballs on a bed of that beautiful spaghetti. Alternativly you can instead make meatball sandwhiches by spooning some sauce and balls onto a nice deli roll of your choice, maybe topping with some parmesean or mozzerella if you have it handy.

#recipes #cooking #foodblog #meatballs #easyrecipes

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bigtiddycommity · 5 years

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Clé: Miroh (3)

Pairing: Bang Chan x reader ft. Stray kids & Got7

Warnings: Slight profanity

Summary: An up and coming singer is introduced to the rough and unfair world of the music industry when she is tricked into a fake relationship with a popular idol. Her entire world has been turned upside down and now not only is she hated by millions of fans around the world but she is now despised by her...boyfriend?

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Auriella, though seen as a bubbly and happy person, did not live a simple life. When she was born, her birth parents abandoned her at an orphanage with nothing but a raggedy baby blanket and her name written on a note. That's it.

Her life in the orphanage was hell, to say the least. Young Auriella was bullied, mistreated and lonely. The other orphans at the home she was in always felt the need to push her around and belittle her in everything she did. Auriella tried hard to fit in and did all sorts of favors in hopes of being accepted, but to no avail. The mistreatment didn't stop until Auriella was taken out of the orphanage by her record label.

Auriella has been through hell and back yet still woke every morning with a smile on her face. She had her group, who she had worked skin and bone for, be taken away from her, been forced to uproot her entire life and move across the world for a group of people she had never met. Nevermind all of the bullshit she had to endure in her childhood. She was far from selfish and this ignorant stranger, Bang Chan, had no right to sit and assume he knew anything about her.

She tried to be nice and civil but enough was enough. Auriella would not sit back and be treated unfairly by someone she sacrificed so much for. Yes, both Auriella and Chan were forced into this situation but Chan had nothing, absolutely nothing, taken away from him. Okay, he moved from a tiny dorm and into a gigantic mansion, free of charge. So what? No. He didn't get to complain. He didn't get to complain because he still had his group and he still had his parents. From Auriella’s point of view, she picked the short stick of the situation. Yet, he had the right to complain? Hell no.

“I was tricked into signing that contract. I was in a pretty successful group back in the states, but you wouldn't know that, would you?” She looks deep into Bang Chan’s eyes. “We just released an album, that I spent a year writing and perfecting by the way, and the next thing I know I get called into a meeting expecting a conversation about the songs I wrote for the album but you wanna know what I got instead?” Auriella was standing now. He wanted answers? He was about to get them. Loud and clear.

“Pray tell, your majesty, what did little baby Auriella get?” Chan continued to tease her despite the tears of anger and frustration he saw rolling down her face.

“A plane ticket and a letter of termination from my group.” Everyone in the room was shocked to hear the young girl’s blunt response.

“What are you-” Chan began to ask but Auirella wasn't done.

“That's right. I was pulled out of the group that I started and shoved on a plane. Why? Because your company wanted you to have more publicity to promote your group.” She made sure to maintain eye contact with the leader while she emphasized to ensure he was getting the point.

“You hear anything odd about what I just said, Chan? Because I did.” Auriella made sure to single him out. He was the only one of the members to treat her unfairly. “All of this was done for you, therefore you are the only one to benefit in any way. I lost my group, so you could keep yours. I had to halt my career, so you could get more attention for yours. I had to move to the other side of the fucking world for you! So no, Chan, this isn't my fault, it's yours.” She pointed an accusing finger at the now silent idol, who continued to stare at the spot in front of him.

“I tried to make the best of the situation because at least one of us would benefit somehow. Even if I lost everything, at least you and your group would be better off. Hell, I even bought this house so you could all be more comfortable. I chose not to fight and throw a fit over this situation because I don't want to be selfish and only think of myself. What do you know about that? Being selfless?” She had lowered her voice now, drained and frustrated from the treatment she had received as well as the unnecessary argument.

Some of the members who were still learning english turned to Felix and Jisung for a better translation of what had just occurred. By the time the two boys had finished explaining, Auriella had vanished. The entire dining room fell silent as the shock set in with the new information that was revealed.

“Like I was saying, hyung, she was forced into the situation too, but what do I know, right?” Changbin said looking at his leader in irritation. He had tried to say this earlier but Chan was quick to cut off his words and deem his input as irreverent.

“Changbin-ah-” Chan sighed, disappointed in himself.

“Don't bother.” Changbin pushed out his chair and walked off towards the staircase leading to his room.

Chan messed up. He knew that now. Not only had he misjudged an innocent girl but he also unfairly lost his temper on one of his members and he knew he had to make things better.

Since dinner was clearly over, the remaining members cleared the table and soon excused themselves to their respective rooms. Bang chan stayed behind though and went out to the balcony to get some fresh air. On days when he felt overwhelmed or stressed, he liked to go out alone to think and reevaluate things that were on his mind.

Chan wished he had given Aurilla a chance. All of the things Chan fought for, Auriella had taken from her and it was her fault. He cursed at her, teased and made fun of her while she had been nothing but nice and welcoming to him and his group. She cooked for them and even bought a large house so that they could more comfortable. How did he repay her? By calling her names and blaming her for something he knew nothing about.

“I am such a dick.” Chan muttered to the dark sky, as he looked to the stars.

“Yes, you are.” A soft voice startles him out of his thoughts. “Glad to know that you’re aware.”

“Auriella..” He stands to find the new voice in the darkness.

Coming into the light and closing the sliding door, Auriella signed and sat on one of the many chairs out on the deck. “I get it, Chan. You fight tooth and nail for your group and to make your family proud and you didn't want to risk a stranger messing up any of that for you. I get it.”

“If I knew..I am so sorry, Auriella. I swear, I had no idea that they did all of that to you and your group. You did so much for us and I just..” The disappointment and shame was clear in the boy’s voice.

Auriella stared at him for a moment. He wasn't a bad person, he was afraid and fragile. Auriella knew the music industry all too well and she was aware of the harsh conditions and rules of it as well. Though Korea was an entirely different place, she had heard enough horror stories of the industry on this part of the world to stay away and be cautious. He was just trying to protect himself and his group from the harsh world that was K-pop.

Thought she understood, that didn't give him the right to treat her the way. She had lost too much and sacrificed too much for him and all he could do was judge and assume. He didn't have to like her and she didn't have to like him but they were stuck. Al they had to do was pretend until their companies took pity on them and let them out of their contract.

“How about this,” She suggested with a smile, a faint outline of her dimple making itself clear. “You stay out of my way, and I stay out of yours. We do what JYP wants until this whole thing is over and we leave it at that.” She said, keeping firm eye contact.

Chan was startled to hear that. “I-i dont-.”

“You don't have to like me. You don't have to be my friend. But you don't get to judge me or assume anything about my life because you don't know me.” Without giving the boy a second glance, the small girl walked off back into the house, her footsteps fading into the darkness.

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The next morning, sounds of laughter and squeals filled the large kitchen. After Auriella had gone back into the house the night before, Jisung bumped to Auriella and saw she was upset. After staying up most of the night venting and getting to know one another, Jisung and Auriella had gotten close.

“You're gonna burn the bacon, Han!” Auriella giggled as he bumped his hips into hers, pushing her away from her mixing bowl of pancake batter.

“Me? I have no idea what you mean.” Jisung laughed, his Malaysian accent stronger than ever.

The two were oblivious to the nine pairs of eyes watching them from the entrance to the kitchen. The ruckus of pots, pans and laughter had awoken the group of sleeping boys from their slumber. Meeting each other in the hallway and sharing looks of confusion, they followed the sounds down the stairs and soon found their member and the young girl cooking. Together.

After a few moments of watching and whispering to one another, Minho cleared his throat to break apart the giggling pair.

“Uh..good morning?” Hyunjin greeted in english.

“Good morning! How’d you all seep?” Auriella beamed.

“Umm pretty good. I see you two are friendly this morning.” Felix said, eyeing the two cautiously.

Jisung shared a kind smile with the smaller girl and turned back to the stove.

“Jeongin, honey?” Auriella called out sweetly to the young boy. She was going to need some help setting the table for breakfast.

“Noona?” He replied almost instantly, seemingly out of habit.

The room grew quiet. They hadn't gotten a chance to talk about honorifics yet, seeing as Auriella wasn't a korean but would be living in korea from now on.

“I’m sorry?” Auriella looked shocked. Had he just cursed at her in korean?

Jisung laughed at the girls offended expression. “We need to teach you korean as soon as possible.”

As the group sat down eating breakfast, Chan’s phone rang and his tone changed from calm to serious and down to business. Once he hung up, he cleared his throat to get everyone's attention.

“That was JYP, he wants us to meet him at the company.” He announced.

“Us as in..?” Felix asked.

Chan turned to Auriella, looking in her general direction but still not directly at her, “All of us.”

In the car on the way to the company, the boys told Auriella about basic korean expectations when it came to elders. They told her about bowing and taught her a few polite words to use in vase they ran into any other artists that were older than them. They were taken through a back alley way and into a secret door to avoid being seen and photographed. They didn't need to explain a ‘mystery girl’ to their fans just yet, not until the company was ready for them to.

After getting into an elevator and going up a few floors, the group walked into the room they were told to go to and walked in to find JYP sitting behind his desk.

“Welcome come in, come in.” Auriella was surprised to hear english coming from the man.

“Hi! What’s-” The bubbly girl began to say just as the boys behind her bowed and greeted in korean. Whoops.

“Auriella, remember what I said about-” Felix started.

“No, no it's okay. So you must be the famous Auriella. You're very cute.” JYP said smiling down at the small girl.

“Oh, thank you, sir.” The girl blushed and began fiddling with her fingers.

“Aigoo.” The man cooed. “You'll fit right in here. Everyone is going to love you. How are you all getting along? I hope these boys haven't given you any trouble. “He looked back up to the members behind her, raising an eyebrow.

Auriella didn't hesitate. “They've been great! I think we’ll be good friends.” she smiled big.

Chan let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. Even though him and Auriella had talked, barley, he didn't expect her to be so quick to cover his unfair actions towards her.

“I’m glad to hear that!” He exclaimed. “Well, the reason I called you all down her is because I thought you might be a bit more comfortable if you met some more people. Since you're going to be around from now on, I thought it would be nice to introduce you to some other artists here at the company.” He explained.

“Oh, yes! That would be nice. I’m always open to making new friends.” She was excited. If she was going to be stuck in a foreign country, at least she could make new friends and memories.

“Great! A lot of our artists are busy with tours and comebacks at the moment but one of our other groups happen to have a free schedule today and are very excited to meet you.” He said.

“They know me?” She asked shyly.

“Yes, they do and one of the members is your biggest fan, so he's been waiting to meet you.” He confessed with a wink and kind smile.

“Now I cant wait. I love meeting my fans.” She said, feeling giddy.

“Well, come on, they are in one of the practice rooms.”

The group followed JYP down the hall and into a room that had loud music and laughter coming from it. Walking in, there were 7 boys total spread all throughout the room. Some were lying across the floor while some stood against the mirrored wall or in a chair. They all turned their heads towards the door when they walked in.

Jyp said something in Korean to the new group of boys after one of the men turned off the stereo. They all got into a line and bowed to their CEO and the members of Stray Kids did the same to their superior group as well. The tallest member of the group locked eyes with Auriella but quickly looked away when she sent a smile his way.

Auriella, I would like you to meet Got7. They-” The CEO didn't get a chance to finish before an excited male voice squealed.

“Ella!?”

The girl was confused. The only person who called her that was-

“Jack-jack?” The boy in question opened his arms wide towards the small girl as she ran to him and jumped onto him with a loud giggle.

The remaining people in the room were confused at the sudden interaction of the two hugging people.

Felix turned to his leader. “How does she know Jackson sunbaenim?” he whispered.

“I have no clue, mate, but they seem..” Chan paused as they all watched Jackson kisses her forehead and spin her in a circle. “Close?”

Chan didn't know why but he felt his face reddened slightly in envy as Auriella looked up to his sunbae with such a bright smile. She tried to be kind to him and he ruined it. Now she hated him, and it was his fault. She didn't smile at him like that. So bright and happy. How did they know each other? And how were they so close?

Chan had a lot of time to re-think and regret his actions towards Auriella. He tried many times to approach her but each time, she brushed him off coldly. He just wanted to start over. He had unknowingly ruined her life and he wanted to at least try to make that better, but he couldn't do that if she avoided him like the plague.

He wanted to be her friend too. In the short time she was around, he couldn't help but notice is members becoming more and more infatuated with her. Her tiny squeaks when someone would pop up in front of her unexpectedly, how she would turn red in the face when one of the members would keep eye contact a little too long. She was sweet and kind and innocent and she had been handed an unfair battle that she couldn't win; a contract. Bang Chan just wanted to fix the mess he caused. That would be though, considering she wanted nothing to do with him.

“I heard an Auriella was coming but I had no idea it was my little baby! How have you been? Last I heard you were trying to get signed to a record label.” Jackson Wang said as he looked down at the small girl.

“I got signed to one! Ugh so much has happened, you wouldn't believe.” She said with a look. “ Hows mama? And papa? Are doing well?” She started up at Jackson.

“Wait, how do you guys know each other?” JYP asked, his voice full of confusion.

“We met a national tournament. I was on the national fencing team and little Ella here,” He rubbed her head affectionately. “was chosen to sing the national anthem. My family and I were assigned to take care of her while she was in China and she stayed with us and traveled with the team while we competed.” He explained.

“Ah, I see.” The CEO said. “Well, it's nice to see that she already has a friend here. You guys seem close.” He observed.

“You have to meet everyone!” Jacson exclaimed, jumping about. He pulled the small girl by her waist towards his eager group mates and began introducing them to each other.

“Oh, and this is our youngest member, Yugyeom. He’s your biggest fan.” Jackson wiggled his eyebrows as he introduced his two friends.

“I heard you were a fan. I’m so excited to meet you!” Auriella smiled brightly as she held her hand to the taller boy.

“I-it is nice to meet you.” He stuttered, discreetly wiping his right hand on his shirt before shaking the girls petite hand. Yugyeom’s heart sped up the moment their hands touched. The boy had been a fan of her and her group for years, constantly talking about her to his members which led to teasing but he never thought he would ever get the chance to meet her, let alone be signed to the same company.

Jackson saw how flustered his bandmate had become and laughed and put his arm around Auriella once more.

“You can stare at her later, maknae.” He teased before turning to look at the young girl at his side. “You and I have some catching up to do.”

Across the room, the members of Stray kids stared in awe at the unexpected reunion.

“Wow, that's so amazing. It's a small world, huh?” Felix said, amazed.

“Yeah, crazy.” Chan replied, sounding distracted, staring at the group before him but his eyes were distant.

#jyp entertainment #stray kids #stray kids chan #stray kids changbin #stray kids chris #stray kids felix #stray kids han #stray kids hyunjin #stray kids jeongin #stray kids jisung #stray kids lee know #stray kids minho #stray kids seungmin #stray kids reactions #stray kids requests #kpop reactions #bang chan

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Ok so this is just something I kind of typed up. I haven’t written anything in like 4 years and I kind of want to get back into it? Maybe? Idk.

Its pretty rusty and not that great. Doesnt really have a story or anything or even make that much sense really but im warming up here so bare with me here...

Based off the prompt quote thing “Would you like some cake for this trying time?”

A little readerxTom imagine thingy I guess?

“Hey love!”

The door to your apartment swings open quickly and you look up from your spot on the couch. You watch as Tom comes stumbling in, all sweaty from his run.

He was wearing a baggy grey sweatshirt and had the sleeves pushed almost all the way up his arms.

“Im back, finally...” he mumbles as he swings the door back shut and throws his keys and ipod onto the little table by the door.

“Hey.” You reply casually, “ you have a good run?” You ask before slowly turning back to catch the last few moments of your current Netflix binge. You aren’t paying much attention but you hear him mumble, “Yeah.” as he lets out a deep breath.

You hum in acknowledgement and pull your blanket closer, focusing back in on the television.

In the background you can hear Tom make his way into the kitchen and start rustling around in the pantry. He’s always starving after his runs, you think, and give out a small chuckle before settling deeper into the couch.

Your show ends a few minutes later. You stand and stretch, reaching your arms to the ceiling. It was almost 9pm, you noted to yourself looking at the little digital clock on the cable box.

Tom had left for his run almost 2 hours ago, which meant he must have ended up walking most of the way. It normally only took him 1 hour.

“Feeling lazy today?” You joked loudly towards the kitchen doorway. After a few seconds with no reply, you turn to head into the kitchen. You could hear Tom in there banging with the pots and pans. Was he trying to cook?

As you turn the corner to the kitchen you could see that Tom was crouching in front of the cabinet that held the pans. His back was to you.

He had taken off his sweatshirt and was now wearing just a plain blue tee that he had worn underneath it.

You watched as he moved around the pans in search of something. He was making an awful lot of noise.

“What are you doing?” you spoke loudly trying to distinguish yourself from the metal clattering.

As you spoke he startled and jumped, turning his head around to look at you.

“Oh my god y/n! You scared me half to death,” he breathed out, “my lord!” He very dramatically put his hand to his chest as if to check his heart. The goofball.

“What are you looking for?” You asked, ignoring his dramatics.

“Well,” he stood, closing the cabinet doors and turning towards you with a furrow in his brow.

“I thought for sure I had left my phone down there but apparently not.” Huffing he crossed his arms and pouted. Still, looking around at the kitchen as if he could maybe magically spot the missing phone, before continuing “I remember putting it down but for the life of me I cant remember where!” He threw his arms up in exasperation.

He was still all sweaty from his run which only added to him looking just completely distraught about losing his phone.

Typical Tom, you thought, always losing things.

“Well do you remember when you last had it?” You asked trying to be helpful.

“I think before going on my run...” he looked around once more, “maybe.”

“You literally are always losing your phone Tom.” You sighed and came over to lean up against the counter next to him. He leaned closer to you pressing his shoulder to yours.

“I know!” He whined, “I dont know how this always happens to me y/n!”

He turned with his arms still crossed and put his forehead on your shoulder. “Im a bloody idiot.” He mumbled, and uncrossed his arms to wrap them around your waist.

“Help meee.” Tom begged as he squeezed you closer and nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck.

You sighed and wrapped an arm around his back. Tom was always so dramatic and clingy when he lost things.

You knew from past experience that the phone would most likely be found in some odd and random place within the next day or two so you really were not as worried about it as Tom. But until it was found you knew you would be left with a whiny Tom who would not stop thinking about whatever he had done with his darn phone.

It would be a long few days.

You sighed again and pulled yourself from his arms. You had an idea.

“Nooo” he whined, “I need you. Im sad.” He reached out for a hug. You grabbed his hands and swung your arms with his, deflecting his hug attempts. He pouted.

“It will show up eventually Tom.” You lean in and kiss his nose quickly before turning towards the fridge behind you. “Until then...” you drag out your words as you reach your arm out to pull open the fridge. You know exactly what will cheer him up.

You grab a small white cardboard box from the top shelf. Inside held a half eaten cake that had been bought to celebrate Toms new movie. Turning back to face him with the box in your hands you ask, in the most posh voice you could come up with, “Would you like some cake for these trying times?”

His smile is instant.

I knew it, you thought. Food is always the key to this boys heart.

He reaches out to take the box from you and says in an equally as haughty tone, “Why yes ma’am, I think I would.”

Tom takes the box in one hand and pretends to lift his imaginary top hat with the other. His search for his phone has been put aside for now.

“You goof” you giggle. Tom just smiles back and turns to the counter to set down the cake box. He reaches into the top cabinets to start grabbing plates. “Im you’re goof.” You hear him mumble happily.

“Yeah, my goof.” You wrap your arms around him from behind and kiss his neck quickly before letting go again to help him with the cake.

#im sorry this is long #i dont know how to donthe read more thingy #readerxtomholland #tomhollandimagines #tomxreader #spiderman #tomholland #imagine

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equalstrashflavoredtrash · 7 years

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Meatballs

PART 2

a/n: This is a quick idea I had and needed to get out of my system, there will be a second part so dont worry too much

@beautifulramblingbrains @frecklefaceb @feminamortem @anditcametopass @dauntlessmetalmom @pathybo @mimigemrose @ag-delights @abfoster1s @sparklemichele @murmelinchen @jojuarez26 @purple-puddin @audreyfulquard @sharknadoslut [if you wanna be on the list hmu]

Warnings: Just Boomer getting a little too handsy, basically he goes to a dinner party and flirts with Luce, a girl he probably shouldn't be flirting with...

Digger “Captain Boomerang” Harkness X OFC // Suicide Squad

word count: 2,163

1. The Party

"Finally," Anita sighed as Luce pushed through the screen door, her arms full with a bag of groceries.

"I bought all the spaghetti they had at the store," Luce stated as she set the shopping bag on the table. She reached into the brown paper, pulling out a large can of Guinness and crossed to the living room, handing it off to her uncle who occupied the recliner in the corner, his old hound dog curled up at his feet. He was a bitter old man but the one thing that made him smile without fail, was a cold beer.

"You're a God send," he stated, cracking the seal and taking a drink.

"No problem, Manny," Luce replied with a smile. Though she referred to the man as her uncle they were not technically related. "Guess who I ran into on the way back," she began, returning to the kitchen to empty the rest of the shopping bag's contents.

"Big Foot," Her sister-in-law replied. It was obvious by Anita's tone that she had no patience for Luce, preoccupied with slicing tomatoes.

"Remember last week, Eddie was talking about meeting that guy from Australia at the bar?" Luce leaned against the counter as she spoke, "I met them on my way home."

She had been walking out of the shop, trying to balance the shopping bag in one hand as a gust of wind blew her hair into her face when she ran into them. Quite literally, she walked directed into the broad chest of the stranger, who caught her elbow, keeping her from falling on her ass.

"Careful, Luce," the other guy said, helping her to find her balance. Turning her head, she wasn't surprised to see one of her older brother's friends. Eddie was a regular guest at the house, often showing up randomly for drinks in the evening.

"Sorry about that," she mumbled, adjusting her grip around the bag.

"This is my new friend, the one from down under," Eddie started making introductions with a gesture, "His name's Digger." Lucy looked up at the man she had run into. Her first thoughts were that he was big and hairy as she studied his broad shoulders and overgrown muttonchops. From the mess of curls on his head all the way down to his ducttaped boots, everything about him screamed that he was a bad decision and yet she found it hard to look away.

"Sorry about that," she apologised. "I'm Lucy by the way."

"The pleasure's mine," he smirked, holding her gaze for a moment.

She was the one to break the connection as she looked to the other man, "We're doing a big dinner tonight, you two should come."

"I wouldn't want to impose," Digger responded quickly, being uncharacteristically courteous. Digger was never one to turn down a meal, but something about the way she smiled drew the polite reply out of him.

"Oh you wouldn't! We always make extra, expecting more people than we invite," she explained as she stepped to the side, ready to continue on her way. "I'll see you two there. I'll save you a plate."

The men waved before continuing down the sidewalk, back to Eddie's place.

"She's cute," Digger stated with a smirk, thinking of the short girl with dark hair he'd just met.

"Don't even try, man," Eddie chuckled. Sure, he completely agreed that Luce had gotten very cute in the past few years, but he knew better. "You want to stay away from her, trust me."

"What?" Digger challenged. "She some man-eater in a sundress?"

"Nah," Eddie scoffed, "It's her brother. He pretty much raised her, like he literally adopted her when she was 10, since their mom was a drunk. He won't let any guy near her. I'm sure if he had his way she'd be a nun," he laughed and Digger found himself more enticed than before, and suddenly excited for spaghetti.

"There's my favorite girls," John's voice boomed through the kitchen as he kicked off his work boots. Reaching out first he hugged Luce, placing an affectionate kiss on her forehead before crossing to Anita who stood by the stove. "How was your day, my love?" he asked kissing her as Luce rolled her eyes, gathering the stack of plates to put on the table.

John was only Luce's half brother but he had readily taken on the mantle of guardian when she needed it, which she would always be grateful for. Though they both looked alike, sharing their mother's bottle green eyes, they could not be more different in personality. John was social and thrived at the center of attention, he hated being alone and always had at least one friend in tow wherever he went. Luce on the other hand liked to keep to herself, usually avoiding the parties John threw, reading in her room instead.

The sauce was just about finished when people started to arrive. One after another, John's friends filed through the door, each making the same excited sound as they were greeted by the smell of tomatoes that filled the air. Usually there would be one or two girlfriends tagging along, but tonight was a sausage fest leaving all the prep work up to Luce and Anita, they knew better than to expect any of the guys to help.

As he arrived with Eddie, Digger was quick to spot Luce. She stood across the kitchen, working at grating down a large block of cheese. Digger chose to bide his time, joining the other men in the living room, cheering over the hockey game.

"Alright!" Anita called, banging the wooden spoon on a metal pot cover, using it as a makeshift gong. "Food's ready!" Luce finished slicing the garlic bread, placing the still warm loaf at the end of the counter as the guys lined up eagerly with plates in hand.

"Looks delicious," someone commented as each of the group served themselves before moving to sit around the large dining room table. After bringing a plate to Uncle Manny, who stayed in his recliner, Luce took a seat in the corner, preferring to sit back and watch the others rather than get involved in their conversations. Slurping at her spaghetti, Luce couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching her. Lifting her eyes she scanned the room, noticing only one other who was not paying attention to the ruckus around the table. In the opposite corner she noticed the newcomer.

The Aussie stood with his plate in one hand, mopping up the excess sauce with a slice of bread as he grinned at the girl, holding her gaze through the crowd. Blushing under his scrutiny, Luce turned her head, looking away. She tried to ignore him but every time she'd let her attention drift to where he stood, she found he was still staring, watching her for the rest of the meal.

It wasn't long before the men had inhaled everything edible placed in front of them and returned to the living room. Luce gathered the discarded dishes that were scattered across the oak table as she listened to them cheering on their team.

"You don't have to worry about clean up," Luce said as she sat the plates on the counter, noticing Antia was pulling on her rubber gloves. "You did most of the cooking, I'll take care of washing."

"You sure?" Anita asked, as Luce nodded. "Alright I'm going to watch the game," she smiled handing off the yellow gloves and topping off her glass of wine before leaving the kitchen. Turning on the tap, Luce let the water warm as she scrolled through the music on her phone, looking for something to play. Choosing a favorite album, she propped up the phone on the window sill in front of her and settled in to work, humming along as she started to scour the pans.

Not paying attention to her surroundings, Luce nearly jumped out of her skin when she felt someone place their hand in the middle of her back.

"Sorry, darl'," an unfamiliar voice spoke, though she could guess who it was by the accent. "I wasn't trying to scare ya."

"It's fine," she replied, looking up with a smile, "You need something?"

"Yeah, where's the loo?" he asked, "I need ta drain the snake."

"Down the hall on the left," Luce gestured towards the archway across the kitchen, while trying to stifle her laughter at his language.

"Cheers, luv," he replied, resting his hand on her shoulder as he crossed behind her, his touch lingering longer that it needed to.

Returning her attention to the dishes in the sink, Luce began rinsing off the suds. It wasn't a moment later that Digger returned, nonchalantly leaning on his hip against the counter next to her, watching her clean. She could feel the warmth of the blood rushing to her cheeks as he stood there, sipping his beer.

"I'm sure the game in the other room is more entertaining," she stated, looking at him from the corner of her eye, trying to break the awkward silence while she scrubbed at the scraps of pasta and sauce.

"Nah," he smiled lifting his half empty bottle. "I'm good here," Digger took a swig of his drink, smirking to himself as he watched her blush harder. "This is much more entertaining."

With an exasperated scoff, Luce turned away from him, grabbing a rag off the oven door's handle. "If you're going to stick around you might as well be useful," she suggested as she pulled the beer from his grasp and replaced it with the dish towel.

Looking him square in the eye she brought the drink to her lips and quickly drained the rest of the contents. Setting down the now empty bottle, Luce turned waiting for his reaction. It seemed that he had conceded as he stepped closer, reaching towards the dishes in the sink. Then, before she could notice, he shifted his hand away from the plates, scooping up a handful of water and tossing it towards her.

Luce responded instinctively, turning to brace her arms against further splashes as she yelped with a laugh, "Cut it out! You're getting me all wet!" Digger, recognizing her light and teasing tone, took full advantage of the moment. Quickly he leaned in closer, allowing his facial hair to just barely tickle the shell of her ear as he placed his palm flat on the small of her back.

"Trust me, I know better ways to get you wet," he teased, letting his warm breath dance across the skin of her neck. Luce could feel her reaction instantly, the goosebumps trailing down her spine as he moved closer, his slightly musky scent of cinnamon and tobacco drowning out the smell of the kitchen. Surprised by his words, she felt a drop in her stomach, not dissimilar to feeling of missing a step while climbing the stairs in the dark. She failed to respond as he smirked to himself, noticing her obvious interest in him. Sliding his hand further down, across her bottom he quickly tensed his fingers, squeezing her cheek. Luce turned, eyeing him as she bit her lip, very interested in what he was doing as he tightly grabbed again at the flesh of her ass through her jeans. She hummed quietly, leaning in as his arm guided her towards him and her eyes fluttered shut. While she was enjoying the heat of his broad hand cupping her bottom, he hunched forward slowly bringing his face closer to her's.

"The hell you think you're doing?" Immediately, Luce was jerked back to reality by the sound of her brother's voice as John stomped across the room, pushing at Digger's shoulders.

"I'm just flirting with ya sistah, mate," Digger replied, holding his hands up as if he was innocent while taking a step closer to John. "What's it look like?" Luce groaned, annoyed with both men's reactions.

"Eddie!" John hollered, obviously trying to keep himself from punching Digger square in the jaw. A second later their mutual friend was in the doorway to the kitchen, quickly having to take in the scene before him. "Get this scumbag outta here," John ordered as Eddie crossed the room to Digger, pushing him towards the exit.

"I told ya man," he stated, leading the Aussie down the wooden steps of the side porch as the screen door to the kitchen slammed shut behind them, "I told you not to try."

Digger just huffed in response, dissatisfied with the way things had panned out. Meanwhile Luce was in the kitchen swatting at her brother's arm, "The fuck is your problem!"

"I don't want guys like him around you," John responded, still breathing heavy with anger.

"You don't want any guys around me! But guess what! I'm old enough to drink, I'm old enough to vote, I'm old enough talk to guys!" before storming off to the sanctuary of her bedroom.

PART 2

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sunday mornings; kidsquad

i wanted to write a sweet thing about domestic kidsquad and calicia and cooking but instead this happened and i honestly didn’t even proofread it.

when alicia was very very young, those hazy years where she’s not quite sure how old she was or maybe even if it really happened--maybe it’s just the story madison tells after two glasses of wine on her father’s birthday--but when she was very very young she used to wake up early and stand up in her crib, quiet but expectant, thumb in her mouth. her father would come and swoop her up and let her sit on the counter while he made them pancakes. she can vaguely recall the taste of them, sticky batter with a hint of vanilla and sometimes, on special occasions, fruit and chocolate chips, the juice staining her fingers, melted cocoa smears around her mouth.

nicks favourite meal is macaroni and cheese. basic, she teased him when he was in high school. madison goes all out on it, french recipes and online tinkering and fluctuating amounts of butter and milk.

does madison really know anything at all, alicia wonders absently on a day they’re home alone, tossing kraft singles atop a strainer full of macaroni elbows fresh from the pot, steaming heavily. she stirs it sticky and plops it in a bowl and when she hands it to him on the sofa he beams at her. ‘just how i like it,’ he sighs.

he tucks her into his side and flips through the channels and when he’s done his thumb brushes up under her shirt on her bare hip, his fingernail tickling.

alicia turns sixteen and no one notices. it’s so ridiculous and cliche that she hates it more than if someone had remembered. she skips class and sleeps in until early afternoon.

she tries to make pancakes. the box is where it used to be, but shoved all the way back on the highest shelf. it’s dusty on top and she wets a paper towel to clean it up before shaking it into a bowl. ‘click,’ she says when she breaks the eggs, because it’s what her father used to say. ‘click.’

the powder is too crumbly and the eggs don’t mix and she let the pan get too hot. a splatter burns her wrist and she throws it all away. nothing is ever the same, she thinks. nothing is ever as good.

‘where’s the frying pan?’ madison asks, banging around the kitchen. ‘what the fuck?’

nick calls her at midnight two days later. ‘leeshy,’ he hums, when he hears the line click open. ‘lica leeshy leesha.’

‘it’s late. i have school tomorrow.’

‘you’re too old now to have time for your big brother?’ his voice is glassy and there’s sounds in the background, a woman’s giggle. ‘i remembered,’ he adds, so proud of himself.

‘it’s thursday,’ she tells him, but he’s not listening.

‘am i the first? i set an alarm to be the first. i tried, licia.’

alicia hates him. she hates her father and she hates nick and she hates herself. ‘yeah,’ she says, soft gentle. she’s smiling, a little. ‘you’re the first.’

‘happy birthday, alicia.’

chris cuts his sandwiches into fourths. he eats green beans out of the can like potato chips. he hums in spanish when he thinks he’s in the kitchen alone and his accent is clumsy.

there’s a boy who picks on chris in the hallways of their school. he’s not really a jock because they don’t live in a soap opera. he’s a c student with a job in the library and two twin sisters who play volleyball. brown hair and second string on varsity tennis and a mean streak you can sense from a mile away rippling under his dimple-smile like a snake in the grass.

alicia leans against her locker and watches them. the girl at her shoulder mutters, pity for the poor boy who gets knocked into the water fountain, his backpack tossed up onto the roof.

alicia doesn’t pity. she watches chris’s jaw clench when the boy whispers in his ear and the clench of his fists at his side and the way he twitches like he wants to rip the bully open with his teeth and his nails and eat him raw, the jackal lying inside chris’s skin and kept on a chain.

nick picks her up from school and there’s a niggle of a thought, fleeting, that they could wait for chris. but nick swoops her up (he smells like sweat and white vinegar) and spins her and says ‘taco truck’ in that deep voice with the wiggling eyebrows that makes her giggle and she just forgets.

they sit on the bumper at the airport and sour cream smears on her chin. she licks refried beans from nick’s wrist and laughs when he kisses her cheek, hotsauce lips. they lie on their backs on the hood of the car and have to grab at each other by the waist to avoid sliding off, the airplanes roaring overhead, the world vibrating around them.

chris limps in with his hand tucked in his jacket and alicia follows him, silent and curious, to the bathroom. he cleans himself up and winces and she leans against the doorframe. ‘that looks broken.’

‘dislocated,’ he says. his thumb pops when he puts it back into the socket and he sighs, some of the tension bleeding out of his shoulders.

‘does it hurt?’

‘a little, now.’ he turns towards her. ‘dinner?’

alicia waves in the general direction of the kitchen. ‘casserole in the oven.’ he nudges by her, oddly gentle, and she chases after him. ‘did it hurt at first?’

‘no.’ he yanks open a drawer and frowns when she taps him on the shoulder with the oven gloves. he thumps the casserole on the top of the stove and digs in with a fork.

‘why not?’

‘why do you care?’

alicia shrugs. ‘i don’t, i guess.’ she hesitates on her way out. fishes in the fridge and sidles up like one of nick’s dealers. ‘hotsauce?’

she’s in her room with headphones in and math book out when chris appears to hover awkwardly in the hall just outside her open door. she nudges an earbud out.

‘it didn’t hurt,’ he tells her, tapatio pink on his teeth like blood. ‘i was too angry.’

the world cracks open from the inside, crumbling. it’s been two weeks since she had a shower and she thinks nick might be dead. chris wakes her up early, a finger across her lips. ‘sshh,’ he whispers. he leads her away by the hand, crouching under a tree with bed hair and morning breath and the gauntness in their cheeks and chests.

the orange peels in their fingers, the grime under their nails. it bursts on her tongue like a sunbeam. ‘happy birthday licia,’ he whispers. she slips her fingers in his mouth and he suckles softly at the juice on her skin.

nick finds her sitting up on a ridge, huddled against a tree trunk. ‘dad liked pancakes,’ she says before he can talk. ‘i think. did he?’

nick’s shoes shuffle in the gravel. they found them two weeks earlier on a corpse, extra shirts tied around their faces and gagging while they went through its pockets and took its shoes. ‘i can’t remember,’ he admits. ‘i think--i think you did. so he did too.’

alicia wipes at her face, oddly wet. ‘he was a good dad.’

‘chris was a good brother.’ nick’s hand touches her shoulder, tentative. ‘better than me.’

‘i dont have him,’ alicia says, hollow. ‘i dont even have you.’ she doesn’t say anything else and after a while nick leaves. chris cut his sandwiches in fourths, alicia thinks. he ate green beans out the can like potato chips. he remembered her birthday and held her hand when she was all alone.

the world is gone and so is chris. alicia doesn’t think she ever really had nick. she finds a box of bisquick in a house with blood on the walls and eats the powder in fistfulls, choking on the dryness of it. she’s twenty five years old and she can’t quite remember what her father looked like. there’s a blurred c tattooed on her wrist next to a jagged row of shark’s teeth opposite matt’s design. she doesn’t think she ever really liked pancakes.

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