#but all these mom and pop places close down quick because of all these things and it's like ????

[elcpsstuff]

The Summer I Remembered You (C.F) (Part 6)

Summary: Taylor comes to town for Belly’s birthday and suspects something is going on with yn and Conrad.

A/N: Can we talk about how cute this gif is🙏🏻 also i’m getting these all out so fast i’m already working on ch. 7

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Me and Belly both had Summer birthdays. This was different though, she was turning 16. This day was going to be about her and only her.

Taylor was coming into town, and as much as I love Belly, Taylor can get annoying. She means well though. Frankie, my best friend hates her.

Her and Frankie are both really overbearing.

I rushed downstairs and it was 8:12 exactly. Belly would be coming down soon. I wore a cute white crop top with a light blue jean shorts.

My hair was straightened, and I had decided to wear small, small hoop earrings. Susannah said they made every girl pop out.

Conrad was slouched at the island counter eating his cereal. The first thing I thought of was last night. The second thing I thought of was how bad that is for his back.

“Morning, yn!” Jeremiah says, smiling over at me before helping Susannah with the decorations again.

“Morning guys. So I beat Bells down here?”

“Just in time.” Steven says.

I smiled and when I sent a quick glance to Conrad, he didn’t even acknowledge my existence.

This day is about Belly. Not Conrad.

I shake it off and then Belly walks into the room. She looked really pretty. Her outfit was cute.

“Happy birthday!” We all say in unison, and even Conrad whispers it a little.

I walk over to Belly and put my arm around her shoulder, “Belly’s 16, she’s not a baby anymore.” She then sticks her tongue out at me.

“Nah, she still is.” Steven blurts out.

Jeremiah just smiled at Belly. It was kinda cute.

I think I had coke to terms with it, that I was just pretending to like Jeremiah to get my mind off of, him.

Suddenly I had the craziest thought. If Jere liked Belly, than she might like him and forget about Conrad.

It would make me feel a lot less guilty about the past.

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Last summer, Age 15 (Almost 16)

It had been 2 weeks since we had gotten there.

It was a lazy night in cousins. Me and Conrad were home alone. Usually, we would have a pillow war or snuggle up on the couch and watch something. I maybe even would listen to him play the guitar.

After the whole rain thing and coming home and holding hands, not to mention Susannah seeing it, I had been questioned by her the whole week. I think she was doing it to Conrad too but he didn’t say anything to me.

I tried to go on and act normal with Conrad, but lately it was hard to look at him like a best friend. He made me question everything.

I was sitting on the counter top when Conrad slouched against the fridge.

“That’s horrible posture, you’ll hurt your back.” I say.

“Hey, stop judging.”

“I’m not judging, just giving tips.” I then place a chip in my mouth and smile.

“What if my moms cancer comes back one day?” He blurts out.

I felt my body get stiff. I was sure Susannah’s cancer wouldn’t come back, I knew it. And if it would, she would fight it. She wouldn’t give up.

“What’s wrong, Conrad? Why are you thinking about this?” I say, and the fridge was close enough to the counter so I reached out and tug on his shoulder.

He moves off of the fridge and closer to me, and we’re only inches away. If I leaned in, we could kiss.

“I don’t know. It just scares me.”

I felt really bad, because I may of come off as harsh. I softened my gaze at him.

“Don’t be, it won’t happen again. Besides, Susannah’s a fighter, the best one I know.”

Conrad smiled, and I could tell it wasn’t a “I believe you” type of smile, more like a “thank you for being here” smile.

I smiled and wrapped my arms around him, and he leaned his head against my shoulder. I felt a big amount of pressure shift into me, and he was fully leaning on me now.

“Thank you for being here.” He mumbled in the crook of my neck.

“Of course. I’ll never not be here. Your my best friend.”

He didn’t respond, and I didn’t mind.

That’s what we were, that’s what we’d always been.

Or had we ever been? Because right now it feels like we’re a couple, and the scary thing is I liked it. I didn’t mind it at all.

—

Present day:

“Open mine next!” Jeremiah says, and Belly picks up his gift.

He had given her a key, key chain. It was really cute and It was because she could drive now and he had been giving her lessons.

Steven gave her a Princeton crewneck, Susannah pearls that were beautiful, and Laurel a book.

“Here!” I say, handing my gift to Belly.

I felt the smile creep up on my face as she unwrapped my gift. “Oh my gosh, you got me the dress I wanted?!”

I nodded. “Saved up for it.” Laurel and Susannah smiled, and I could tell Susannah was impressed and liked it.

“Thank you, yn. I love it.” Belly says through a smile. I send Jeremiah and Steven a “I had the best gift” look.

Then, Conrad gets up and places a little box next to belly. She opens it and I could see her eyes flutter.

“Awh, that’s so cute.” Belly says, pulling out a little wave necklace. It was pretty cute.

“It was kinda last minute, but we’re like at the ocean so it works.” He shrugged.

Leave it to Conrad to make a good gift sound so unappealing and horrible.

Belly sent a half smile and tucked it away.

Conrad sighed, “Well, I gotta get to the Marina. Cleveland needs my help.” He looked at me for a second before walking out of the room.

Jeremiah noticed the mood and then smiled, “Hey Bells, wanna drive a little bit before we have to pick up Taylor?”

Belly’s mood instantly changed, “Yeah, sure, yn do you—”

I shook my head and put my hand up, “No, no, you guys go ahead.”

Susannah then perked up, “This is perfect! Yn, I’m painting you now.”

I groaned, “Actually, Bells—” I say jokingly, and everyone laughs.

“Too late now!” Susannah grabs my arm and pulls me away from everyone and I send a “Help me” look to Belly before entering the backyard.

It was hot out, and as much as I love summer I can’t stand the heat. It makes me feel sticky.

Susannah painted, and it had only been 20 minutes but it felt like forever.

“So, what else are you doing this summer?”

I shrug, “I don’t know, probably just chilling out.”

Susannah smiles, and I knew she had gotten me, “I think you should get a job, maybe at the Marina?”

I laughed a little, because there was no way I was working at the Marina. “Um, I don’t really think-”

I could tell Susannah’s mind was filling with ideas, “Oh! It’s not bad trust me. I know the guy who owns the place and it’ll be super casual, only like 2 to 3 times a week, he pays well too.”

I sighed, knowing Susannah’s mind was made up.

“Oh, and Connie! You guys can go there together.” She said through a smirk.

Fuck.

“Oh, Susannah—”

She looked ahead of me and waved at somebody, and I turned to see it was Conrad. He was already back?

“Connie! Come here.”

He walked over to us but he didn’t make eye contact with me.

“Con, yn is gonna work at the Marina.”

I could see the smirk on Conrad’s face, and it was so smug. Smug piece of shit.

“yn? At the Marina?”

I scoff, “I’ll do just fine.”

“Mom, yn is scared of boating.” I could feel my cheeks burn as he said this. He could at least acknowledge me if he’s gonna say things like that?

Susannah smiles, “That’s alright, you can teach her too.”

Conrad had already tried to teach me to boat a couple of years ago, but it didn’t end well. We just ended up laughing and getting a tan.

Conrad shrugged and then walked inside.

—

“Yn! I missed you bitch!” Taylor hugged me and I smiled a little.

“Me too.”

“Okay, we all have to go into the pool and catch up, I need to get all the tea.”

Me and Belly nodded and we went upstairs to change.

I could just tell that something had changed in Belly, I didn’t know if it was because of me and Conrad, but I needed to find out. I can’t loose her.

Once we were in the pool, me and Taylor and Belly were on one side while Jeremiah and Steven were on the other.

“So,” Taylor began, looking at both of us, “What’s the boys situation?”

Belly shrugged, “I don’t really know.”

I gasped, “Belly! Your basically dating Cam Cameron.”

“Ooo yes! He’s coming to dinner tonight right?” Taylor looks at Belly and she simply nods. Taylor turns to face me.

“What about you? Boys?”

I shrugged, “I don’t know. There’s this kid named Josh?”

Josh. I hadn’t talked to him in a while. I wonder if he’s going to Nicole’s big party tonight. I would see him there if we went.

The boys started talking about a hot girl they knew and Taylor said, “We know your talking about us!”

Steven laughed, “You wish.”

Then Taylor and Belly trailed to the middle of the pool, and I followed.

“Let’s play chicken!” Taylor half screamed.

Not chicken, anything but chicken. I knew there was an uneven number and this was my chance to get out. “I’ll sit this one out guys.”

Belly nodded, “You can play the next?” And I just gave her a half smile. At least she was giving me something.

Belly and Jeremiah were partners and so were Taylor and Steven. I looked at the way Jeremiah’s arms gripped Belly’s and I noticed some tension. Big tension. The way she grabbed his hair. Was something going on with them?

Belly and Jeremiah won which is when Nicole and Conrad walked outside. Nicole looked like she was judging us big time.

“Hey guys— are you playing chicken?”

“Hey..” I say awkwardly. Who was she to judge us? She gripped Conrad’s hand and It made me angry. Stop it. Don’t be angry.

They sat at the edge of the pool with their ankles in and flirted with each other.

We decided to play volleyball and we set up the nets and split up into teams. It was girls against boys and it was uneven so Jeremiah asked Conrad to get in but he said no. Of course.

After a couple of rounds, Taylor got ready to serve and then hit Nicole in the head. It was kinda funny.

“Oh my gosh, Nicole are you okay?” Belly said worried.

“I’m so— sorry.” Taylor says through a little laugh.

“Taylor.” Belly said in a scolding manner.

“I’m so sorry Nicole, feel better okay?” I knew why Belly was saying this. All because of Conrad. Conrad then offered to help Nicole and they got up but before he went inside, he looked back at me for a second.

That second felt like forever. It was like he was staring into my soul. And then it was over. Just like that.

Taylor then leaned in close to be and whispered, “What’s going on?”

I shook my head and got out of the pool, everyone else following.

—

Dinner that night was good, Belly brought Cam over and he even kissed her on the lips at the table. It was cringey, but cute.

Belly decided that we should go to Nicole’s party, and I was very happy to do so. I needed to get drunk, blasted even. I had to forget. About everything. Him.

Once we got there, Jeremiah and Steven dispersed and Conrad had rushed in before us and started drinking. Go figure.

Nicole then came up to me and Belly, “yn! Belly! Hey!”

Taylor looked visibly uncomfortable, but she didn’t say anything.

“Hey Nicole.” I say through a smile.

“Belly, I need you to come with me.” Nicole says grabbing her arm and Belly mouths sorry to me and Taylor before walking away.

“Wanna grab a drink?” I said, half sulking and I didn’t even realize it. My friends had become Belly’s friends and I suddenly felt really lonely. This summer started to not feel so good.

“Yes, please.” At least Taylor was sulking with me.

We went to the drinks table and then I started pounding them down. Taylor noticed but didn’t say anything because she was pounding them down too. We were both upset but I didn’t know why she was, but sometimes it was better to sulk in silence like this.

I looked up and then saw Conrad talking to a group of guys and I started longer than I should have. He looked back at me and then away again which only made me feel shitty and pound down more drinks.

What a night this would be.

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A/N: what do we think? I promise you guys the drama will be soooo good. trust me. Enjoy!! should I make a master list?

tag list: @kkrenae @callsignwidow @drikawinchester @johannelis2302nely

#the summer i turned pretty #conrad fisher #jeremiah fisher #team conrad #team jeremiah #tsitp #belly conklin #conrad x reader #love #summer love

[cordeliawhohung]

Golden Days

soap x pianist!fem!reader - written for @glitterypirateduck holiday challenge

A quiet coffee shop is the perfect place for Johnny to relax and get his mind off things. But he finds he enjoys it a bit more when someone starts playing the old, beat up piano.

masterlist

warnings: none! super fluffy! short and sweet. maybe slightly ooc soap because i don't write for him super often...

wc: 1.7k

a/n: inspired by the original lyrics to "have yourself a merry little christmas." i think that version deserves some more love.

Getting some R & R was always easier said than done, and Johnny found that he always had to keep his hands busy while he was on leave. Whether it was a quick skirmish of footy, hitting the gym, or even going for a walk, he was always in motion. But as the weather got cruddy with the bitter December wind and the pavement slick with what little snow dusted the lands, he found himself stuck to drawing. Simple sketches, he liked to call them. Silly doodles that meant little to nothing. 

A majority of his journal was full of fragments of the world. A favela in Brazil where the buildings and homes seemed to stretch forever; a watermelon with a knife sticking out of it; diagrams of various ships and vehicles; the works. And he’d write some snarky comment or make fun of his captain in the privacy of ink and paper. His home away from home, whenever he was feeling sentimental, anyway. 

Even as he enjoyed a fresh cup of coffee in his favorite mom-and-pop’s cafe, he drew. At first he started out with attempting to draw his cup of coffee, logo and all, until he realized that it would be lukewarm at best by the time he got the sketch how he liked it. Instead, he opted to drink his coffee while he scribbled down a Christmas tree. Might as well keep it to memory when the older gentleman who made his coffee had obviously spent so much effort into decorating it. Dazzling lights, gold tinsel and ribbons, and a glowing star at the very top. He wouldn’t be able to catch all the details, but it was enough. 

A cold chill blew past the exposed skin on his forearm as the door opened and closed with a ringing bell. By habit, Johnny quickly glanced up towards the entrance where he saw you, bundled up in a winter outfit. He had never seen you before, which didn’t surprise him because he was hardly home enough to recognize most faces anymore. Your smile instantly warmed the shop back up as you grinned at the old man behind the counter. 

“About time you showed up,” the old geezer teased as you approached him. “The usual?” 

Sweet, Johnny thought. There was always something endearing about the love elders held for younger generations. Their knowing gazes, their kind smiles, although usually mischievous too. The owner got to work on making your cup of coffee, and as you waited you began to wander around the shop. Decorated head to toe in pine and all the gold decorations in the world, it was a bright warm corner in the sleepy city. 

Naturally, you eventually made your way over to an upright piano pushed up against the wall next to the Christmas tree. Somehow, it was beautiful and ugly at the same time. Faded ivory keys, but a beautiful dark stained wood for the body, and it was also missing the upper panel, exposing the hammers and strings. It looked like it had been through hell and back, yet still stood proudly like the day it was made.

“Why don’t you play us something?” the owner suggested, his hands still busy with making your drink. 

You paused just as your fingers brushed against the keys before throwing a cautious glance around the shop. No one else was in the shop besides Johnny, who you threw a polite smile towards before your eyes settled back on the older man. 

“Maybe another time,” you deflected, eyes flickering over to Johnny. “Don’t want to scare away your customers.” 

“Aye, don’t worry about me,” Johnny spoke up. He waved a graphite covered hand at you, pencil still nestled between his fingers. “I don’t mind a bit of music.” 

The internal struggle was obvious in your eyes, and Johnny turned his attention back to his drawing in an attempt to keep the pressure off of you. Eventually he heard a slight creak of wood as the ancient stool settled underneath your weight. Johnny couldn’t help but glance back up at you as your fingers ghosted over the keys, petting them almost, before you dove headfirst into a dreamy chord. 

“What the hell?” you exclaimed, the music quickly cutting off. 

Boisterous laughter erupted from the owner as he leaned against the counter, your cup of coffee next to him. You looked at him with wild eyes and mouth slightly agape. 

“You tuned this piece of junk?” you questioned. 

The old man held his arms to the side and shrugged. “Merry Christmas.” 

With some newfound vigor, your attention returned back to the piano in front of you before you played that chord once more, that time with more confidence. It was such a soft, beautiful melody; something that reminded Johnny of his childhood somehow, yet he couldn’t quite place it. Some sort of nostalgia hidden deep in his chest that started to ache and burn. 

And then you started to sing. 

“Have yourself a merry little Christmas. It may be your last.”

That… wasn’t how he remembered the song going. Blue eyes tore away from his journal as Johnny looked up at you. With your back turned to him, it was impossible to see your face, but he watched as your arms moved and fingers danced, how your body swayed with the beat and your feet tapped on the pedals. 

“Next year we may all be living in the past. Have yourself a merry little Christmas. Pop that champagne cork. Next year we may all be living in New York.”

So much for making the Yule-tide gay. There was something a little more somber about this version of the song you performed, something that had both Johnny and the shop owner completely enamored. Between your singing and the lights of the Christmas tree casting a warm glow over you, it was something straight out of an odd, demented Hallmark movie. 

“No good times like the olden days, happy golden days of yore. Faithful friends who were dear to us, will be near to us no more.”

There was a slight pause in the music. A prolonged chord that rang on the exposed shimmering strings of the piano. The moving hammers fell still in the exposed skeleton of the piano. After a moment, your head fell slightly as you continued on to finish the rest of the song. 

“But at least we all will be together. If the Lord allows. From now on, we’ll have to muddle through somehow. So have yourself a merry little Christmas now.” 

Notes sang and died down into silence as the song ended. You sat there for a short while before sliding off of the bench and awkwardly facing the rest of the mostly empty shop. The owner gave you a few well-natured claps, to which you bowed sarcastically to before approaching the counter once more to retrieve your drink. But Johnny was still dumbfounded. 

“Beautiful. Haven’t heard that version before,” he spoke up, setting his pencil along the center of his journal where it rested between the pages. He leaned back in his seat, stunning blue eyes taking in the sight of you.

You turned to him with a sheepish smile, hands wrapped around the warm center of your cup. “It’s the original version Judy Garland wrote, actually. The one they deemed too depressing and asked her to change.”

He tilted his head to the side. “Really?” 

“Yeah. I always liked this version better,” you explained. 

Somehow during your short conversation, you had managed to meander closer to Johnny’s table, hand brushing against the chair across from him yet not braving to take the seat. He wasn’t ignorant to the way your eyes flickered down to his journal, or how your lips tugged into a small smile at the sight of it. 

“Pretty,” you commented, nodding towards the journal. 

Instinctively, Johnny glanced down at his work, and he could feel his throat grow a little tight. There was the luxurious Christmas tree he had sketched, with the dazzling ornaments, then there was the dimensions of the walls behind it, and then there was a half finished sketch of you, sitting at the piano facing away from him. 

“Aye, it’s something I guess,” he chuckled, hands playing with the edge of the paper.

He blamed the glow of the lights for making you so beautiful. Like some sort of angel that should have been sitting on top of a tree rather than talking with someone like him. But you are there, and you’re real, and you ask him his name and give him yours and he swears that whole conversation feels like coming home. Like he never belonged anywhere else except in that coffee shop with you. Maybe he was just feeling sentimental. 

“Well, I, uh, have to get going,” you said eventually, eyes awkwardly darting to the clock that rested above Johnny’s head on the wall. “But I’ll be back here around the same time tomorrow. I could… play you a happier song.” 

It was impossible for him to hide his grin as he stared up at you. Of course he agreed, and he found himself getting more excited for it than he should have been. You give him a sheepish wave as you exit the shop, the bell ringing with your absence as you dissipate down the street. Things grew quiet again as it was just Johnny and the old shopkeeper, who was busy cleaning his machines. He looked back down at his journal and fiddled with his pencil as he thought about how to finish up his sketch. A part of him wished you came into the shop earlier. He would have put you at the center of the picture rather than that tree. 

“She’s single,” the man suddenly spoke up. 

When Johnny looked up, he realized the man was looking at him, and he wasn’t all too secretive about the mischievous glint he had in his eyes either. Really, he wasn’t quite sure what to say in response. 

“Yeah? That’s some intel you got,” he said, slightly stiff and a bit sarcastic. 

“She likes the Italian restaurant two blocks down the road,” the man continued. “I’m sure she would say yes if you asked her to go with you.” 

At that, Johnny had to chuckle, and it sounded something like a warm grumble in his chest, as if he was actually attempting to entertain the idea. Still smiling, he glanced down at his journal again, finger tapping against the paper. 

Have yourself a merry little Christmas. It may be your last. 

Well, perhaps he could entertain that thought after all. 

#soap x reader #john mactavish x reader #soap mactavish x reader #john soap mctavish x reader #codholiday2023 #cod x reader

[undercoverpena]

from all of your music asks which one gives you the most javier vibes?? p.s I love every thing you write for him

i'm so sorry that i haven't replied to this, but i had an idea, then i got super ill and it's just been a long time. but i actually have a 'happy' javi p playlist which basically has a bunch of songs from the 90s in. and while those songs don't remind me of him, they remind me of situations he could be found in. and so, here's a gift (god i'm so drabble-y at the moment)

javier peña x f!reader

just straight fluff. soft!happy!javi

Javi doesn't mean to watch, but he can't help it.

Not a thing on earth could tear his eyes from it.

There's something about you being here that makes him keep repeatedly pinching himself.

Doing so when you join him out in the field, glass of fresh lemonade—ice clinking—as the sun beats down. Clutching you close when he wakes to you beside him, all peaceful in the new bed the two of you bought, placed in the centre of a room in the house he grew up in.

There’s more arm-pinching moments, but while he loves them all, the one he’s greeted with right now is better than them all.

This one is his favourite. One he suspects he’s not meant to see, not meant to watch.

You’re lost in the moment. Found a new passion, a new hobby—baking. There’s pots and trays across the counters he’d sat on as a child; the small radio his pop’s had fixed for you blaring out a station he doesn't know the name of.

All he knows is it makes you move.

It makes your body twist, your hips move from side to side. You almost sing (or rap, or hum) albeit out of tune, letting the music run through you.

You're relaxed. Happy.

A sight so foreign to any he could have ever imagined before. Not even in the dreams which had given him hope when the two of you were in Bogotá.

But you are, happy. You're that way with him—because of him. Whispering it to him when he’d pulled you into his lap, both of your eyes up on the stars above.

Javi isn’t quick enough to move when you turn on the spot. Your hands thankfully empty as your mouth drops open at him in the open doorway.

It's instant, the way his lips slide further up into his cheeks, showing his teeth. The way he takes you in, admiring you with flour on your cheek and nose, eyes all wide and full of insecurity—the latter he wishes to wipe quicker from you than the ingredients on your face.

You’re beautiful.

He’s thought so for so long, yet it still catches him by surprise.

That thing in his chest, that feeling which has been growing in the weeks and month, suddenly doubles, triples, flooding him in warmth and affection. In love.

"Fuck..."

He's on you before embarrassment can burn your ears and cheeks, "You’ve got moves, cariño."

"Shut up, Javi."

He nudges his nose against yours, tilted your chin up to meet his eyes, swirling brown in the stunning shades he gets to see every morning, noon and night.

"I'm serious."

You purse your lips, swallowing back a retort (likely snarky and layered with rich sarcasm). A smile, one which you’re stubbornness attempts to keep back, threatens to spill out.

Not that he cares. He just tightens his one arm around you, pinning you to him, as though you wish to be anywhere else. Let’s his fingers stroke against your skin, catching some of the flour from your jaw, allowing himself to bask in it, the sentiments which wrap around him since the two of you have been here.

Since you chose him.

Since you began to feel like home.

Home in a way that's different than this place had felt when he returned briefly. Even when he’d been wrapped in memories of his mom—even when he’d felt his pop’s proudness.

This is different. Being here with you is so different, not even sure it would have felt like this if you hadn't come with him now.

"What you thinkin'?" you ask, whispered close to his ear as the song changes, pulling him back to you. He feels you turn in his arm so your back is to his chest. "You thinking you should dance with me?"

"Don't dance, cariño."

But it doesn't stop your hips from sliding against him, your hand taking his in yours as you wrap it across your stomach. Letting the music flutter through you, your other hand wrapping around the side of his neck, eyes staring into his.

He listens as you whisper to the parts of the song you know, finding his chin digs into your shoulder, both watching and just feeling you.

"... today was a good day."

Javi agrees, smirking silently, pressing a kiss to your hairline.

Not aware that his pop’s is stood a few metres away, reminiscing about a moment he had once experienced—that was so similar to the one he’s watching play out in the kitchen.

an: this somewhat complements coming home, btw.

#javier peña x reader #javier peña #javier peña narcos #javi peña x reader #javi peña x you #javi pena #javier peña x you #narcos x reader #javier pena x reader #javier pena x you #javi pena x reader #narcos javier x reader #narcos javier #pedro pascal x reader #narcos fanfiction #javier pena narcos #javi peña #javier peña fanfiction #pedrostories #pedro pascal characters

[jimmyssnuggs]

all the trees change in the fall

elise x ollie

it’s been a week. she’s been radio silent with everyone in her life, including her family. it’s the longest she’s gone without speaking to them ever. sure, she sees the text and calls from her parents, and siblings that aren’t her twin, but she doesn’t have the energy to respond or pick up.

ollie had managed to get her out of bed and into the shower today, with the promise that they’d go to their favorite restaurant for lunch.

for the first time in days, she puts on a somewhat nice outfit along with a light amount of makeup. ollie is driving her car, mostly because she doesn’t think she has the energy to do so.

ollie misses a turn, and she realizes that they are not going in the direction of their favorite restaurant.

“ollie.” elise raises her eyebrow, crossing her arms.

“restaurant’s closed today.” ollie is not a good liar, and his girlfriend sees right through his words.

she’s not alarmed, at least not until she does a double take when she sees her parents car parked in a spot outside the restaurant ollie took her to.

“you-,” she snaps her head to look at her boyfriend. “we can’t go here. my parents are here.” but ollie is already out of the car, keys in hand.

“els, please get out of the car.” he begs.

“you can’t make me.” she snaps at her boyfriend, who takes a deep breath and makes his way to her side of the car.

“please do not make this more difficult than it needs to be. your family came to see you, they missed you and haven’t heard from you in a week.” he opens up the car door, and reaches across to unbuckle her seatbelt.

“you promised you wouldn’t say anything to my family.” her voice is quiet now, and a part of his heart breaks.

“els, i was so worried about you, and they were too. i didn’t tell them anything about jimmy, i swear. the only thing i told them was that you haven’t been doing well lately, and that’s because i couldn’t lie to your parents when they asked me how you were.”

oh. they had called and asked ollie about her? she hadn’t even told them she was dating him, and- oh. jimmy must’ve told them.

“i can’t go in there, ollie.” the words come out as a whisper,

“you have to,” he holds his hand out for her to grab, and she pauses for a moment, before sighing and lacing her fingers with his. “i’ll be right next to you, okay els?”

she nods, and lets him lead the way into the restaurant. she sees her parents and out of the corner of her eye, before the rest of her family pops into view, plus-

oh. he had to have been here, he’s part of her family. she doesn’t know why she ever thought otherwise.

she turns around quickly, seeing if she could run out the door, but ollie is quick to place his hand right below her spine, guiding her to the table.

the first thing she notices is the glare jimmy is sending in her directions, and anger fills her. he has no right to be mad.

“hi mom, hi dad.” she sends a gentle smile to her parents, before sitting next to her sister and pulling ollie down to sit next to her.

his hand reaches for her, trying to calm his own nerves. he’s met her family, but never as her boyfriend.

“this is ollie.” she presses a kiss to her boyfriend’s cheek, letting out a giggle as his face turns red. “my boyfriend.” she looks at him with the biggest smile and eyes full of adoration.

she still feels the glare burning into the side of her head from her twin brother, but pays him no mind.

“it’s nice to meet you ollie.” her parents send him a smile, and she notices the way her dad pretends to go into a protective dad stance.

“ignore my dad, he’s harmless.” she whispers into her boyfriend’s ear.

“i give it two weeks.” jimmy snaps, and the chatter that filled the table drops into the abyss.

“james.” her mother warns, sending a nasty glare her brothers way.

“what? i was just saying what everyone’s thinking.” he says it like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

just when she thought she was done crying and okay, she feels the tears start to build back up again. everyone in her family is staring at jimmy with a look of pure disbelief, but ollie is focused on her, whispering words of love in her ear.

even if he wants to scream at jimmy, and tell him how in love he is with elise, he bites his tongue.

“james, apologize to your sister now.” she’s never heard her dad sound so angry in her life, not even the time that jimmy broke the kitchen window after a puck went awry when they were playing hockey outside.

“why should i apologize? she was the one who went behind my back and dated my teammate without telling me.” his voice is raised, and his face is red with anger.

“i didn’t tell you because i wanted to avoid you reacting like this.” she snaps, fed up with her brother acting the way he is.

“i can’t be here right now.” jimmy slams his fist down on the table, and attempts to get up before their dad pushes him back down by his shoulder.

“you’re not leaving,” he won’t break eye contact with jimmy, who scoffs in response. “and quit acting like a child. you’re 19 years old. your sister is allowed to date whoever she wants.”

“i want you two to make up before we leave to go back home,” her mom reaches across the table to grab both of their hands, and elise is quick to grab it, but jimmy only does after a look from his mom. “you two have always had such a special twin bond, and i don’t want that to ever change.” her mom sounds so sad, and an overwhelming feeling of guilt washes over elise.

“i’m so sorry mom. i didn’t want to involve any of you in this.” she looks down at the table, her other hand still holding on to ollie’s.

“jimmy, do you have anything to say?” her mom looks toward her brother.

“no.” he drops his mom’s hand, and the pit in elise’s stomach only gets larger.

“james.” his dad warns.

“i don’t know what you want me to say to her. she’s the one who made this mess.”

“jimmy,” her voice is so quiet, and his eyes snap to her. “the last thing i wanted to do was upset you. but ollie makes me really happy, and i’m not sorry for that. i am sorry for not telling you i was dating a teammate of yours.

she sees something shift in her brother's eyes, and all the anger he held in them previously is washed away at the vulnerability in his sister’s voice.

he decides staying mad at her is not worth it anymore, and it’s “he makes you happy?”

“the happiest. i haven’t been this happy in a while.” she looks at her boyfriend, taking in how amazing he is. he’s staring back at her, eyes full of love.

“fine. but you’re not allowed to kiss when i’m around.” jimmy has a fake serious tone.

“i can’t make any promises.” she teases.

he lets that comment go, rolling his eyes playfully. “moore, if you hurt her or break her heart, i know where to find you.”

elise has never seen ollie look more terrified in his life. a giggle escape her lips, and ollie gives her a horrified look.

“now can you two hug? i need to see my babies get along again.” her mom has a smile and a sparkle of joy in her eyes.

“i’m so sorry els.” her brother squeezes her tight. she missed their twin hugs a lot.

“i forgive you.” and yes, she probably let him off the hook too easily, but she didn’t have it in her to be mad at him any longer.

#q’s au’s #q chats about her aus #q writes #elise x oliver #oliver moore #minnesota golden gophers hockey #gopher mens hockey #gopher hockey

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Stupid K/DA Evelynn in Arcane Zaun idea

It's eating my brains. I'll never write it but boi would it be fun... Assuming everyone is familiar with K/DA's Evelynn? She's presumably still a demon, on top of being a K-Pop diva?

Although in the Pop/Stars video she has a lovely shimmer colouring going on!

Anyway. She's a demon. She seduces people before shattering their expectations and feeding on their despair and suffering or some shit.

I'm picturing Silco going home one day in the dead of night. 4am, that sort of boring time where the drunks are in the gutter and too early for first shift workers. Proper quiet even so close to the brothels.

Now this Silco, he would have been born and raised in a brothel. Always 20+ moms, and plenty of work for him around the place, up to knifing the more annoying Johns when he's big (and vicious) enough.

So when he stumbles on a woman who's unconscious, very skimpily clothed, wrapped in weird rope-like fabric, he's not surprised. He's seen people get violent with whores. He's seen worse than this too, because at least she's alive.

Everything is closed, calling enforcers isn't an option, and this is uncomfortably near the Last Drop. Wouldn't want to be seen by one of Vander's people. Silco has a hide-out in the area, so he picks her up—she's surprisingly light—and brings her there.

She's properly out of it, so Silco has time to unwrap her and realise this isn't a human. No humans would have scaly strips of fabric growing out of their lower back... So he stands vigil and waits for her to wake up.

When Evelynn comes around, she's very confused and very grumpy. There's this human with an interesting eye sitting by the bed, she's got a scratchy cover on... He fills her in on the situation and it's very clear that she's not anywhere she knows, and worse : she probably owes her life to this guy.

Evelynn immediately tries to charm him to get out of that debt. You can't owe anything to dead people, after all.

And then you'd get Silco just... blinking at her. Nonplussed. Absolute aroace shield. All her efforts bounce off of him. Man is NOT INTERESTED. Might even watch curiously as Evelynn tries a couple different body shapes and genders to find a sweet spot. Nothing. She isn't a Free Nation of Zaun, so he's just not into it.

Evelynn is mystified, having never failed to woo someone before. Now she's curious, and well, it's awkward too. Easier to just ask him what he wants, what she can do to make them even.

Silco, not being one to watch a gift horse in the mouth, promptly explains his situation. He's building this shimmer thing. He's keeping an eye out on Vander, this man who betrayed him and took over the city.

Evelynn is curious, so they talk and talk. It becomes clear she's talking to a truly driven, and dare I say, unhinged man. That betting on him could lead her to absolute dominance on an entire city, with plenty of meals on the way there and beyond.

So they agree on a quick pact. She kills one chembaron for her debt. Silco houses her at the cannery until she gets herself settled, and in exchange for that she helps manipulates a couple gang leaders into attacking each other.

One thing leads to another. Mostly all goes according to plan. Evelynn is just... having fun. She bonds with Singed too, taking great pleasure attending his vivisections, even helping keeping the subjects down and paralyses with her lashers.

Then Silco brings her proper flashy foreign clothes he "acquired" discreetly. Now Evelynn can move into higher society circles in Piltover, passing for a foreigner.

Things are moving, and poor Vander doesn't cotton on to *anything*. Man is confused as hell. People are dying right, left and center, but not in any way he understands. Gangs that had an agreement with him are suddenly at each other's throats. Councillors are sending enforcers into Zaun and undermining his pact with Grayson, for no apparent reason either. He's losing power and influence and he doesn't understand HOW.

Cue Evelynn and Silco cackling like little bitches together. They literally make each other worse in the most efficient manner possible. Before the end they're a great queerplatonic couple, working miracles together. It's not like Evelynn's darker needs are an issue for Silco either. Unlikely they'll run out of Pilties any time soon, and they can all suffer, as far as he's concerned.

((imagine them meeting Swain. Silco nodding at his 6 eyed crow like, yeah, it's cute, I've got a demon too. Swain looking around, confused. "Oh, no, it's her—" points to Evelynn who's like "What? Talking about me?"))

I can't imagine Evelynn would be the healthiest role model for Jinx either, if events still came to pass that puts her under Silco's care. But I bet they'd get on very well and Eve would have fun "mothering" little Jinx.

That's how you get your Free Nation of Zaun without the events of the show.

Anyway, thanks for coming to my TED talk.

#evelynn #k/da evelynn #K/DA #arcane #silco #jinx #vander #arcane silco #fic idea #stupid silly stuff

[casp1an-sea]

STAR WARS But Better Part 10

FINAL PART

I know this one is a bit longer but 10 is a nice number so oh well

here’s the link to the master post so you can get part one: Master post

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(Meanwhile Luc finds an empty X-wing)

Luc: Am I supposed to get into this?

Flight crew worker: Where's your flight suit?

Luc: Look you guys have really poor management. I don't know what I’m supposed to be doing.

Flight Crew worker: (Hastily shoves an ugly orange jumpsuit into Luc’s arms) Quick get ready and get in that X-wing. (Points to the one Luc was standing by which now has R2D2 in the droid compartment) Your call sign is Red 5, may the force be with you! (Runs off)

Luc: (Drops the flight suit on the floor) Ew. (Begins climbing into the cramped cockpit of the X-wing, only puting the helmet on because the suit was ugly) This place will be receiving a 1 star review!

(R2 beeps in agreement) [Side note while in the X-wing you can understand R2 because the ship translates his beeps)

Luc: Yeah R2! Agree with me because I’m always right!

(R2 beeps the equivalent of Yeah! Lets blow those MFs out of the sky!)

Luc: Oh! Okay then.

(Luc closes the X-wing hatch and straps into the ship)

Obi-wan: The force will be with you always.

Luc: Gramps? What the heck?! (Looking around but it was only a voice)

(There is no response)

Luc: I’ve got an old grandpa haunting me, that's fun.

(A few moments later the possy of x-wings arrive at the death star which is now only minutes from being in range with the rebel base.)

Red Leader: All fighters report in

Red ten: Red ten standing by

Red seven: Red seven standing by

Biggs: Red three standing by

Porkins: Red six standing by

Wedge: Red two standing by

Red eleven: Red eleven standing by

Luc: Ayo what’s popping!

Red leader: (Sternly) Call sign please

Luc: Red five, Jeez bestie.

Red leader: Lock S-foils in attack position. We’re passing through their magnetic field hold tight… okay switch deflectors on! Double Front!

Luc: (Ignoring every order and pressing random buttons) Uh… they should really provide tutorials for these things. 

(R2 beeps and makes the ship do what it’s supposed to)

Luc: Alright then, you fly, I’ll shoot. (Grasps the gun controls)

(R2 beeps happily and steers the x-wings towards the other X-wings)

(The ships come up on the death star)

Wedge: Look at the size of that thing

Luc: Yhea and I already escaped it because I’m cool like that.

Red Leader: Cut the chatter Red 2 and 5

Luc: Okay mom (Rolls eyes)

(Some war talk between old men who cares it just means the fight is starting)

Luc: (Makes a nose dive toward the action) YEAH LETS MURDER THESE GUYS!

Red Leader: I did not give you author-

Luc: Don’t care bye loser (Speeds off into the fight)

(Luc blows up some satellite dishes or something)

Dude in the Yavin war room: Enemy fighters coming your way pilots.

(A group of tie fighters appear one on Bigg’s tail)

Luc: Big man you got a little something behind you.

Biggs: Where? I can’t see it!

(The tie-fighter fires at biggs and misses)

Biggs: I can’t shake em! (Dives towards the Death star)

Luc: (Leasuraly flying upside down) Man I really have to do everything! (Follows behind the Tie chasing biggs. Luc fires and hits) Yeah take that loser!

(Vader is piloting one of the Ties he breaks off and begins following Luc)

Biggs: Watch it wormie!

Wedge: Careful Luc!

(One of the ties hits luc’s hull)

Luc: Hey, Don't touch me without consent! R2 turn the ship around I need to kill someone

Biggs: Luc you turn around you die

Luc: (Hmph) fine!

Red Leader: Red five where are you?

Luc: Uh trying not to die?

Red leader: Well get over here

Luc: I’m contemplating mutiny

Biggs: They have a fighter on their tail we can’t get over there red leader

Luc: Ugh I can’t shake this stupid fighter

Wedge: I got him! (Shoots the tie and Biggs joins in the blaster fire)

Luc: Jeez, is he dead yet?

Wedge: I think so

Luc: Good.

( Gold leader goes into the tench to try and blow up the death star and dies)

Luc: Wow sucks to suck

Red Leader: Re group

Luc: What if I don’t want to?

Red Leader: I can have you court martialed for insubordination

Luc: Oh I’m definitely committing mutiny! (Reluctantly re groups)

(Red leader goes into the trench to blows up the death star, misses, and dies)

Luc: Yeah and stay dead!

Biggs: What your saying could be considered treason

Luc: Good! I hate him. Once this is over I’m gonna stomp on his grave… Now what?

Wedge: I don’t know you’re the boss

Luc: What? Why?

Biggs: You’re the main character

Luc: Fair enough… uhhhhhh, let’s blow up the death star I guess

Biggs: Alright we're going in

Luc: I can’t decide whether I like being in charge or not, never mind I do. Wedge do a backflip with your X-wing.

Wedge: What?! Were in the middle of a war I could die.

Luc: I don’t care!

Wedge: Fine! (Quickly flips his ship)

(The three dive into the trench, the X-wings following close.)

Wedge: There to close I can’t stay

Luc: Okay coward bye we don’t like you!

(Wedge leaves. Luc gets their shot lined up as the ties close in on Biggs. Vader pulls the trigger and blows up biggs)

Luc: Big man? (Turns and sees he’s dead) Well slay literally.

(3 tie fighters charge down the trench towards luc. Vader is in the middle, his sights locked on the X-wing.

Luc: Great guess I have to be the protagonist now! (Aims toward the exhaust port on the death star getting ready to fire.)

Ghosti-wan: use the force luc…

Luc: (Looks up at the stars seeing no one) Gramps can you stop doing that this is really a bad time?

Ghosti-wan: let go…

Luc: Hey when where you gonna tell me you were suicidal?

Ghosti-wan: LET GO!

Luc: Alright jeez! (Let’s go off the controls) Jesus take the wheel!

Ghosti-wan: No, not literally! Meantaly.

Luc: Well maybe you should try being more clear! (Luc shuts off their targeting computer, grips the guns and closes their eyes allowing the force to flow through them.)

Vader: The force is strong with this one…

Rebel guy in the base: Their computer is off. Luc your targeting computer is off! What’s wrong?

Luc: Nothing! Leave me alone! (returns to the zone)

(Vader locks onto Luc’s ship and fires hitting R2)

Luc: Well guess I have to learn to fly now!

Ghosti-wan: USE THE FORCE

Luc: OKAY! I get it!

 (They close their eyes again and their body subconsciously flies the ship via the force bc Luc is just amazing like that)

(On the death star)

Imperial Officer: Rebel base in range.

Tarkin: You may fire when ready!

(The death star begins powering up seconds away from firing. Will Luc make the shot? Will Vader kill them??? OH THE SUSPENSE!)

Vader: (Lines up a shot) I have you now!

(The two other tie-fighters close in on Luc as well making it impossible to escape)

Luc: Well I guess I die now!

(Suddenly Vader takes a surprise hit from a ship flying in from above sending him spinning through space)

Vader: What.

(The Falcon flies above the trench. It dives into the trench on a crash course with the remaining tie fighters. Scared the pilots fall for the trick and accidentally crash into each other as they try to evade the Falcon)

Han: (Over the Com) Yahoo! You’re all clear kid now let's blow this thing and go home!

(Luc stretches out with the force and at the last second fires. Both torpedoes make it in and the two ships fly away from the death star as fast as they can. Flying through space with the giant explosion behind them.)

(As they fly back to the base)

Han: Great kid! That shot was 1 in a million!

Ghosti-wan: Remember the force will be with you… always…

Luc: Yeah great I blew up the death star but can someone please tell this ghost to stop stalking me and giving me cryptic messages! It’s kinda annoying.

Han: What?!

Luc: Nevermind your brain would never be able to process the information

Han: I feel like that's an insult

Luc: I don’t know

(The ships land back on Yavin four with the rest of the rebels bc somehow not everyone died)

Leia: Luc! Luc! Luc!

(She throws her arms around both Han and Luc. Luc is disgusted and attempts to get away from Leia's grasp.)

Luc: (Peals Leia’s arm off of them) We’re not that close! DON’T touch me!

Leia: Oh I’m sorry. I’m just excited! We actually did it!

Han: We? What did you do?

Leia: Alright fine Luc actually did it!

Han: Hey!

Luc: Yeah that’s right! Han doesn’t exist!

Leia: (To Han) I will say I’m shocked you came back

Han: Hey I wasn’t gonna let them have all the glory

Luc: Chewie talked him into it

Han: Well maybe… but I’m here nonetheless.

Leia: (Sarcastically) I’m so happy! 

Han: Hey what’d I do

Leia: I’m kidding I’m glad you came back

Luc: I’m not!

(He ignores Luc’s remark, turning to Threepio who is running around frantically)

Threepio: OH DEAR OH DEAR! R2 why must you always get yourself into trouble!

Han: What’s wrong with him?

Luc: His bestie got shot

Threepio: Sir Sir! Do you think they can repair him? I’ll gladly donate any parts he may need.

Luc: I don’t know I’m not a mechanic why are you asking me? Still I like that little guy. TECHNICIAN?!

Technician: He’ll be fine

Threepio: Oh thank the maker!

Luc: Threepio you should audition for a soap opera

Threepio: Oh I’m not very good at performing sir.

Luc: Mhm…

  (Luke, Han, and Chewbacca enter the huge ruins of the main 

               temple. Hundreds of troops are lined up in neat rows. Banners 

               are flying and at the far end stands a vision in white, the 

               beautiful Princess Leia. Luc and the others solemnly 

               march up the long aisle and kneel in front of the princess (Except for Luc who definitely stands). From 

               one side of the temple marches a shined-up and fully repaired 

               Artoo-Detoo. He waddles up to the group and stands next to 

               an equally pristine Threepio, who is rather awestruck by the 

               whole event. Chewbacca is confused (Why? Idk that’s just what the script says). Dodonna and several other 

               dignitaries sit on the left of Princess Leia. Leia is 

               dressed in a long white dress and is staggeringly beautiful.  

               She rises and places a gold medallion around Han's neck. He 

               winks at her. )

Luc: (mumbles) EW

(She then repeats the ceremony with Luc. They turn and face the assembled 

               troops, who all bow before them.

Luc: YES BOW TO ME PEASANTS! 

(Chewbacca growls and R2 beeps with happiness. Luc notices that Chewie does not have a medal. They have a genius Idea. They walk away from their position in the middle of the ceremony and go over to Han. Han gives them a confused look then they grab Han’s medal and rip it from his neck)

Han: (Trying to get his medal back from the gremlin) Hey! What’s the big Idea.

(Luc happily skips over Chewie's attempts to put it around Chewie's neck, decides they're too short and hands it to him instead.)

Luc:(Hands chewie the medal)  Here! (Innocent smile)

(Chewie puts the medal on shrugging as Han stands shocked behind his friend. Luc returns to their spot as if nothing happens and there is some awkward silence followed by awkward clapping and finally and that’s where our story ends… for now.)

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[theoddcatlady]

The Knock at the Door

Seventeen years ago. Two nights before Christmas. That was the last time I was home. The last time I think I really felt happy.

I was sneaking downstairs. The little hand on the clock was three minutes away from midnight. I was being extra sneaky tonight, I was going to steal myself a peek at my presents from my mom and dad. My older sister had taught me the tips and tricks to open a present without disrupting the wrapping.  

The tree was beautiful, glimmering silver tinsel draped over the length, baubles of green, red and gold hanging from the branches, and my presents all wrapped in the shiniest of paper. I’d just knelt beside the biggest box when I heard the knock.

I puzzled for a moment before getting up and hurrying to the door. If this person knocked again, it’d wake my parents, and my plans to get an early look at my presents would be foiled. I peeked through the peephole.  

A woman in a worn coat was standing on the steps, white flakes of snow landing on her frizzy dark hair. I think because it was a woman I opened the door and poked my head out. “Hello?” I asked.

The woman grinned, revealing half a mouth with missing teeth. “Hey, sweet pea, is this your cat?” She opened her jacket to reveal an orange tabby kitten tucked up next to her chest, snoozing peacefully away.  

I almost couldn’t breathe. I loved cats, you see. I wrote so many letters to Santa that month asking for a kitten. I’d take care of it, I promised. In awe, I stepped out onto the porch and reached for the kitten, just to give it a quick pat on the head.  

It happened so fast I couldn’t even scream. I suppose someone was standing off to the side of the porch, just waiting for me to leave the warmth and safety of my house. Two hands grabbed me by the waist and yanked me off the porch, the woman zipped her coat back up and pulled the door closed. I was an itty bitty thing, tossed over the stranger’s shoulder like I weighed nothing more than a feather and the two bolted for a car parked on the street.

I finally remembered to scream when I was thrown into the trunk, but the backfiring of the engine drowned out any of my cries for help as the pair tore down the street.  

I wonder if my parents realized something was wrong right then, if the backfiring woke them up and they checked the house to realize I wasn’t in bed. Did mom bolt out of the house, screaming my name? Or did they just assume it was someone driving like a jackass and fell back asleep in just a minute?  

Or did they never even wake up?

I don’t know how long I was in that trunk, only long enough for the smell inside of sweaty socks and oil to be forever burned into my mind. I did end up falling back asleep, or maybe I passed out from the fumes. When I woke up, I was locked in my new bedroom. It was small. And cold.

Of course I did what any other child would when they’re in a strange place- I cried. I cried a lot. I kicked at the door and begged to be let out. I could hear people on the other side of the door, lots of laughing and chatter with some sort of loud music playing during the day. That was the only way I could tell day from night back then- if there was music playing, it was daytime.  

When I finally fell asleep, I woke up to three granola bars and a bottle of water. A bucket had been placed in the corner, and I might’ve been a kid but I knew what it was for. I scarfed all three of those granola bars down in a minute, which was a mistake- by the time I fell back asleep, my stomach was cramping so badly I almost started crying again.

The next day, I woke up to two granola bars, a box of pop-tarts, and a bottle of coke.

That’s when I learned my first lesson- be quiet and you’ll get more to eat.  

I pushed it a few more times, I once spent an hour slamming into the door, trying to see if I could make it move. That next day I only got two granola bars and no water. By the time the next day came my mouth was so dry I ended up spilling half the water down my chest as I sucked down the water.  

The bucket was for me to use the bathroom in, it was emptied every night. I did try to stay awake to see when they came, but they timed it just right for me to be dead out to come give me food and empty the bucket.  

The one in charge of taking care of me was the woman, I think. I don’t think any of the guys came in to ever check on me, that was her job. I managed to spend a whole week silent and I got a pair of Barbies to play with. It was the only thing to break up the monotony of just spending the day staring at the ceiling and wondering when my parents were coming to get me. I got a few more toys, but another fit had them all taken away, except for the Barbies.  

Be quiet, be good. It’s an easy lesson to learn when you’re in solitary confinement.  

I remember it raining outside when the Woman came in when I was awake. I could hear the sound of raindrops pinging off the roof when the door swung open. My initial instinct to run under the bed was overruled by the urge to run up and give her the tightest hug. I hadn’t been touched in so long.

Her dirty fingers ran through my hair as she shushed me. “You can come out now, it’s dinner time,” She said. She took a sniff before wrinkling her nose. “First you’re taking a damn bath though, you reek to high heaven.”  

Of course I stunk, I hadn’t had a bath in probably two months, but the bath I got was heavenly. I was dressed in an oversized t-shirt and some rainbow dyed shorts before I was ushered into the dining room. It was there I met the family.  

I was too preoccupied with having hot food to really pay attention to all the conversation, but I got their names. The Woman’s real name was Karlie, and she was in charge of feeding all the guys. We were the only ladies in the room. There was Dave, he was the oldest guy in the room and if wasn’t smoking a cigarette he was stuffing his mouth. He made every room foggy. Micah, he was the youngest and the nicest to me, always making sure I had enough to eat. He made me think of my big sister. Alex, he walked kinda funny and one of his eyes was always facing a different direction. John, I don’t think he could talk but if you didn’t get what he wanted he’d punch the back of your head. And Tommy, he was only a bit older than Micah but always had this strange smile on his face. I never felt comfortable around him.  

There were others, over the years, but they came and went. These guys always stayed.  

My first job was to sweep. The house was filthy and Karlie explained that she couldn’t keep up with it on her own, which is why they adopted me.  

I knew that wasn’t the case, but I just nodded. I didn’t want to get locked in my room again. Not when the idea of escape sounded real again.  

Karlie was harsh but fair. She always found me new toys and clothes when they went out, most still in their packaging and some of the clothes still having security tags on them. She never got my size right, always getting clothes too small or too large, but new clothes were new clothes.  

The chores piled on after time. After I swept, I did the dishes, and there were always a lot and we didn’t have a dishwasher. Dave said doing dishes by hand built character, but he’s yet to ever wash a dish himself. I learned laundry next, and with all the people in the house, there was always laundry to do. There was one time I accidentally got some of Tommy’s and Alex’s clothes mixed together and had to guess which went where.

Well, I didn’t get it right. And the next morning I woke up to Tommy cutting off my hair with a knife.  

I screamed and tried to bolt away but he just pinned me back down as he sawed off more locks of my hair. He was even whistling some happy tune when he did it, ignoring every time he nicked my skin and he didn’t stop until I was completely bald. After that, he just got up and left like nothing had happened.  

Micah and Tommy got into a fist fight when I walked out with my half bald and bleeding scalp. It was nasty, Karlie ended up hiding me behind her as the two men duked it out. It ended with Micah stabbing Tommy through the hand and proceeding to shave his head with a razor. 

“So you know how it feels,” he snapped before storming off.

I learned to make sure not to mix up people’s clothing after that.  

It was hot out by the time I made my attempt at escape. Summer was humid and terrible that year, and there was no air conditioning in that little shack that we called home. The guys were getting testier than normal, even Micah was sullen and grumpy.

That’s when John brought home the Guy.

I don’t know the Guy’s name, I don’t think John knew it. I knew by the way The Guy was walking that he was incredibly drunk. John escorted The Guy to the living room and sat him down on the couch before whistling loudly.  

Like magic, everyone stopped what they were doing and walked to the living room. I saw Tommy pick up the axe next to the door and swing it over his shoulder.  

The Guy looked at the circle of men surrounding him, still dumb to his fate until Dave pulled out his straight razor and dragged it down his face. The Guy screamed and it was like watching a pack of wild dogs descending on him. Everyone wanted to get in a strike, blood sprayed in the air so high it spattered against the ceiling. I dumbly thought how hard it was going to be to clean it off.  

They butchered The Guy. The Guy screamed for a long time, longer than I thought possible. Micah ended up pulling one of his arms off and throwing it into the fireplace.  

And then I ran.  

John had left the door cracked, he had in the past but I didn’t think it was the time to run. But now it was. I ran, and I ran, and I ran deep into the woods. I was all kinds of scraped up by thorns and briars by the time I collapsed.  

When I finally caught my breath, I looked up to see all the men standing behind me. Not picking me up. Not grabbing me. Just watching me.

I stumbled to my feet and started walking away again, but they just followed. Right in step behind me, all of them still covered in blood, not running but making sure I knew I wasn’t getting away. I collapsed a few more times and they just waited for me, the moonlight carving morbid silhouettes in the forest behind me.  

I think I went on for another hour before finally giving up. There was no way out of this woods. I turned around and slunk back to the men, the blood on their faces and clothes now dry and crusted.  

Micah patted my head before slinging me over his shoulder and carrying me back to the house. He didn’t bother covering my mouth this time. I was too tired to scream for my mom and dad.

I was kept in the back room until it began to snow again. I missed having chores to keep me busy. I missed seeing people.  

When Karlie let me out, I didn’t even go in for the hug. I immediately went to go do the dishes. Dave saw me at the sink, scrubbing away, and just nodded his approval before lighting up another cigarette.  

I’ve never tried to escape again. I learned my place, and my place is here. I’ve been out of this house several times, to earn my keep. I’m an expert at lifting wallets, I learned how from Micah. Tommy helped me figure out how to take off security tags from clothing.  

And whenever the men needed to blow off steam, Karlie taught me how to get rid of blood stains.

She’s gone now though. This summer wasn’t good to her, and I ended up having to clean up her blood from where she blew her brains out with Dave’s gun. Chores are much harder on my own, but I get by.

We took a drive down the street I lived, once upon a time. The snow’s melted into sad, muddy piles, most of the decorations have been taken down.  

I stopped in front of the house that was once my home. Through the front window I watched my mom pick up a box with strangely familiar wrapping and return it to a closet. And I saw a little girl that looked a bit like I did when I was young, playing with a tablet on the couch.  

I wonder if she likes cats too.  

#my stories

[animalfriend69]

day 1

hi,

my name is m and i thought i recovered from an ed a while ago, but i’ve gained some weight back and i now realize it was never truly gone. this is my journey of what i hope is me going back to losing weight. this started on 15/12/2022 because 4 people commented on my weight in one day. the first one was l who said since im skinny i need to date a skinny guy. the second one was a who said my stomach was popping out of my pants. the third one was mr who said that these thing don’t really matter after i told him about how my pants got tighter. and the fourth was my mom.

she said my stomach was popping out of my pants, not like how it was in morning, when she commented on my acne. i always said that out of all my close family, she was the only one who didn’t notice i had an ed back then, i realize now that this isn’t true, it was just a coping method because i always knew she knew, but deep down she was proud, she tried to hide it and ask me to eat every few days, but it always showed when she’d brag to her friends and our family about how much weight i’d lost in such little time.

the previous journey started after my appendix surgery, to be honest i was trying to lose weight before but it was in a healthy slow way, after my surgery the nurse out glucose and i kept screaming to my mom to tell her to take it out because it would make me fat. this was because my brother had apendicitis before me, and when he did he lost alot of weight in so little time, it felt like it was my chance to lose weight in a quick way, wether it was healthy or not. however it just so happened that because my brother had it before me my mother knew the symptoms right away, so we went to the hospital right away, i didn’t have time to stay in pain for three days, to be in so much pain that i couldn’t eat, i wouldn’t want to. it just so happened that when we went to the dr they told us we were lucky to have noticed it so early. it just so happend that i had a great dr who did my surgery in such a quick and easy way that i didn’t even feel like i was sick. this caused me to not lose weight like i hoped, it caused me to gain a kilo. after i got discharged i started eating boiled chicken and other food for sick people.

and i looked better, the food i ate made it so the fat didnt go to the bad places, but i didn’t know that then. i told my mom maybe it was the appendicitis that made me so fat, she thought the same, but when we told me dad he said it wasn’t true, that it was probably because i started eating better and that made my body look better. i was still fat. i realized how sad i was because i didn’t lose weight, i kept thinking about how much i wanted my surgery to be as painful as my brother’s. i realized that i wanted to lose weight even if it meant sacrificing my health.

i couldn’t get myself to eat healthy because i couldn’t cook and my mom made unhealthy things. my mom only cooks lunch, breakfast and dinner were each person’s responsibility. i realized i might not have control on my lunch but i did in the other meals. i thought about making a healthy breakfast, and for a while i did. i ate 2 tangerines every morning, and if i was hungry i just ate more until my the acid hurt my stomach so much i couldn’t eat anymore. it didn’t matter, a tangerine was only 47 calories. when it came to lunch i couldn’t skip it at first, but i learned pretty quickly to skip dinner. someone told me once to not eat 4 hours before i sleep, and my mom always made lunch late so i wouldn’t have time for dinner anyways. after i got used to skipping dinner, it was easy skipping breakfast. i only ate lunch.

at first i had a 5 finger rule, i could only eat 5 things, but one of them can be a meal, for example:

1. strawberries

2. a spoon of nutella

3. a cucumber

4. lunch

5. chips

at the point of time it began to develop into an ed it turned into a 3 finger rule. at the worst it was 1 finger. i didnt eat before my 9 pm graduation so my loose jumpsuit wouldn’t show my stomach. i didnt eat before my 7 pm prom so my poofy dress wouldn’t show my stomach. i didn’t eat during my friends 7 pm prom so that same poofy dress wouldnt show my stomach. i did the same to my 3 pm class graduation photo event. after that i traveled with my friends and one of them’s mom. i told myself i would eat as i want so no one would suspect anything, but i felt horrible guilt throught the trip that i gave up that thought halfway through the second day. i remember my pink floyd tshirt that looked so much better when it became oversized. i remember being so proud that the jeans that only had the smallest size available were something i could fit it. these same jeans being the very reason i begin my journey again today.

finally, i want to mention my friend h’s mom. when i was visiting my friends at their graduation she was there. she told me that id lost so much weight from the last time shed seen me, which was well before my journey. i said that i looked better like that. right? she said

i love you then and i love you now

and i cried that night, it felt so beautiful to have this person that i once saw as a mother figure either care so much about my feelings she said the perfect words, or truly love me for more than what i looked like. which was more than my own mother ever did. i can’t blame her though, she only raises me how she was raised, the difference is i got sick and she didn’t.

you’re welcome and sorry, mom.

[achliegh]

The Cult Of Dionysus

Masterlist

Chapter 7

Y'all remember that fic I wrote a while back named British V-Sign? Well I turned it into a shitty chapter fic. You’re welcome and I’m sorry

Character’s belong to: @lumosinlove

TW/CW: Swearing, Mentions of drugs, drug usage, Underage drinking, Smut, Therapy, Not Happy Ending.

Clay was sitting on a random couch in a random house in a random town. He was told this was a therapist place that his mom had set up but honestly it was feeling more like a hostage situation. There were no pictures and not very many decorations. A very handsome man did show him where the office was. He didn’t know who that guy was but Clay could look at him all day. He was very nice as well, didn’t treat Clay like he was some amazing person because he was famous or whatever. He joked around like they were friends and stayed in the room just to chat. Clay found out he was on the same team as Sergei, who he had become friendly with through Leo. If all hockey players were as good looking as the ones Leo had introduced him to, Sergei included, he wouldn’t mind going to a game. 

He hears a little knock on the door and is expecting that man to come back in but instead it was an absolutely beautiful woman. Her hair was up in a tight ponytail, she was tall and looked like she ran everyday, her eyes were a sharp green but friendly at the same time, she has one dimple on her right cheek that just makes her smiles even more sweet.She is smiling at him.

“Hi I’m Noelle Tremblay, I’ll be your therapist.” She shakes Clay’s hand while he is still a bit dazed from having an internal argument with himself. He pops back into the moment to shake her hand back.   Why does he feel this way, he's not supposed to crush on a therapist but… it doesn’t mean he can’t, he just can’t act on it. Right?

“I’m Clay.” 

“I know.” She smirks at him and he feels his face heat up, that look she gave him was not good. This was going to be a struggle.

Leo and Melony were invited to go out with Sergei’s team at a bar tonight. That means Logan and Finn will most likely be there. Leo was a bit jittery, Melony was as relaxed as ever. She was really good at blending in with large crowds and talking to people she doesn’t know while Clay and Leo, more so Leo stay away from those situations. 

“You’re going to be fine, your boyfriends will be there.” Leo became a part of their relationship about a month ago after they confessed they had feelings for him over the phone when he was in Italy. When Leo got back to the states he parted ways with Melony and Clay at the Newark airport to go home with his boys. It was a great night but sadly it was ruined by having a flare up and his lack of drugs making him rather cranky the next morning. He worries that Logan and Finn are going to get annoyed with him and leave him. He did agree to go to therapy that his mom set up for him but he didn’t tell them that because he doesn’t want them to know how bad he really is. 

“Yeah, but what if-”

“Nope, shut the fuck up. We are going and you’re going to have fun.” Melony’s hair was down which was a rarity, she was just in a band shirt and jeans with her ginormous black boots and she is still so friendly looking. He doesn’t get it. Leo is wearing basically the same thing yet people are scared to approach him, maybe it's because he is so tall. Melony and his dad both say it's because he rarely smiles in public places because he is so overwhelmed. 

“Okay, let's go.” A half hour in a van later they pull up outside the bar and get out, Hagrid is going with them just because it's his job as their bodyguard and because he enjoys a good night out. They walk in the bar that honestly looked closed and notice the only people in there are the team and a couple bartenders. “I’m going to go to the bathroom quick.” Leo squeezes Melony’s arm who looks back at him and nods. 

“I’ll cover for you, go.” She walks over to the group and greets everyone smiling brightly. “Hello! I’m Melony.” She shakes a bunch of peoples hands and laughs at them when they realize how strong her grip is because she does mostly drum for the band. “Leo is here too, just had to stop to take a piss he’ll be out in a minute.” She meets Logan’s eyes and then looks away. “This is Hagrid, he is our body guard so he had to come but he does quite enjoy a night out so don’t be thinking he will spoil the fun.” 

“Nice to meet you.” A man catches her hand and shakes it. He was rather pretty, had short curly hair with very bright blue eyes and tan skin, he was wearing a sweatshirt and jeans along with the same boots as Melony, she also notices an Ace pin on his boot and smiles. Someone like her. “I’m Regulus, but you can call me Reg. It’s nice to have someone my own age here. Everyone else is pretty old and crepid.” An older man pats Reg’s back and laughs, he looks like Reg with similar features but with longer hair and a slightly crooked nose. 

“You act the oldest out of all of us Reg. I’m Sirius, his older brother.” She shakes his hand as well and they chat until he is called off to go take some shots. 

“He seems like fun.” 

“Depends on when you catch him, after a losing game? Not so much.” Reg takes a sip of his drinks and offers to buy her one, she just asks for a Shirley temple and he gets it for her without asking. “So, you play in a band I hear. Sirius went to one of your shows, which I was surprised because he doesn’t like concerts, he loved it. Hasn’t stopped listening to your music. Your songs in particular.” 

“How flattering your brother has a crush on me.” Reg snorts before he takes another sip, she follows his lead and takes a sip of her own. “I noticed your pin.” She pokes his boot with her own and smiles. “Me too.” Reg lights up completely, his smile was very bright letting the corners of his eyes crinkle. 

“I’ve never met anyone else like me, I’m around horny hockey players all the time. It’s nice to finally meet someone who understands.” Melony nods. 

“My bandmates are also very horny but it seems like two people on your team have caught one of their attention.” She nods towards Leo and his boys who are already hanging off each other. Logan looks a bit tense but Finn is looking very sappy while Leo talks to them while sloshing his drink around, looking more relaxed than before the bathroom. He probably took a line in there before he came out. 

“Eh, it's not my team, just my brothers. I live with him. Mom thought she was sending a spy down to keep him in line but really I just lie to her to say he isn’t doing anything the family wouldn’t agree with. Where is the other bandmate?”

“He’s off doing his own thing.” She doesn’t want to out Clay for therapy because she knows the stigma around it. She wants him to be safe. 

“Do you want to go share a cigarette?” Reg stands up and pulls a pack out of his sweatshirt pocket and a lighter from his jean pocket. She gets up as well and follows him out to the smoking area where a couple other people are. 

“Leo, are you okay?” Logan looks up at him and notices just how large his pupils are, it isn’t that dim here and he knows Leo doesn’t need glasses. 

“Yeah! I’m great! Especially seeing you again.” Leo leans down and kisses both of Logan’s cheeks making him smile a bit and turn red. “You’re really pretty. Where's Finn? Finn!- oh there you are! I was just telling Logan how pretty he is and wanted to make sure you didn’t feel left out. You're very pretty as well.” Finn laughs a bit and smiles at Leo, Logan notices it's the same smile he gives Logan and it makes his worries dissipate a bit. 

Logan is very straightedge, since his sister is a therapist for things like addiction he knows how bad it can get. He doesn’t smoke, doesn’t really drink much either. Finn doesn’t care for smoking but he does enjoy a good drink so they have never really ran into these problems before. It appears that Leo really likes to drink and if from what Noelle has told him, the way he acted when he was at their place was symptoms of someone who was missing their substances. 

This worried and annoyed Logan. 

#leo knut #logan tremblay #finn o'hara #sweater weather #o’knutzy #lumosinlove #coast to coast #clayton bruss #thomas walker #noelle tremblay

[dzpenumbra]

12/6/22

Big day. Drove down to the old house to do a final sweep to sort trash and bring a final load of stuff back up. It took a long-ass time, but it's finally done. I'm officially moved in. Not even close to unpacked, but officially moved in! My place looks like a bomb went off, stuff all over the floor, 90% of it still in boxes, but I'm here. Yay!

The drive was fucked from the get-go. I tried to take the trash out, had no idea where to put it, put it in a blue bin in the trash room because they told me they only have recycling on the second floor and I'm on the first so... I just... assumed it was for trash? Whoops if not. Then I went to get gas. My card didn't work. Not the tap shit, not the chip reader. Ugh. Prepaid, got a Monster, hopped on the highway and called my Mom to figure out logistics on some home supply stuff she was gonna get. She was going to get me a chair and desk for my computer and stuff, really sweet of her. Especially since I've been sitting on a side table with a meditation cushion on it for the past like 4 days and my back is getting really fucked. She had to go real quick, and my distracted ass missed my exit. I had to take the next one and backtrack.

When I got situated, we got back into the conversation and had a really good meandering talk. Sorted out the chair/desk shopping. I shared with her my reconnection with the possibility that I have unmanaged ADHD (along with the PTSD and all the other shit) and that it might explain a LOT. And that I was diagnosed with it like 18+ years ago. And she told me a story of when I was in 5th or 6th grade and she tried to homeschool me and she could NOT get me to sit still in the chair. That I actually had been doing poorly in school because of this. I don't remember it at all, but she told me. She said it was like my chair had an "ejector seat" and she could not get me to just sit still. Unless it was world history, or mythology, or art. Then I'd just sink into it and be there for hours. And I told her I'm still like that, even with the same subjects!

I'm not sure what difference having even an official up-to-date diagnosis with this would do for me, I don't know how I feel about medications, I don't know. But at very least, as I explained to my mom, it could be a good way to relate to others that my brain is not really like theirs, and things that are easy and possibly even gratifying for them can be extremely difficult and not even remotely rewarding for me. But, again... impostor syndrome pops its head out of the murky depths... "You've been misdiagnosed before, remember?" "I don't know, sometimes you feel gratification when you get all the dishes done, right?" "You sure?" "You sure you're not faking it?" "You sure you're not just making excuses so you can get away with living in a messy dump and have your life go to shit because you're constantly overwhelmed with no one wanting to help you because you're just 'being lazy'?" That fucker can take a hike tonight, I'm getting tired of it.

I've had this diagnosis since I was like 16. Back then, there was a distinction between ADD and ADHD, but now they're the same thing. Inattentive ADD is now ADHD with Inattentive presentation. I've had that diagnosis for like 20 years, and I always just went... "well that's gotta be bullshit, I know people with ADHD and they are like constantly bouncing off the walls and are really loud and shit. I obviously don't have it." I think I'm cool with going with it for now and at least having a conversation about it with my social worker dude when I get to it. But it's not like an urgent thing to address, the acute trauma and adjusting to my new environment are kinda priorities. But like... it's been at the front of my brain 1) to bring me peace of mind that I'm not a lazy piece of shit that gets overwhelmed by basic everyday shit for no reason, 2) I'm starting to socialize more... and --- okay, this is dumb, but like... I feel like I need to warn people about how different I am than them, like right upfront. Like every fucking time I face a new person I feel compelled to give them the full AA introduction "Hi, I'm ______, I'm 36, I have PTSD and ADHD, I'm an artist. If I start weirding you out that's why." Does anyone else even obsess over this shit?!

Fuck it, here's a snapshot of my night. So I'll spare the bulky details of digging through decades of memory scraps that I salvaged from my old place. When I got home, moved all the shit in, parked the car and came back... I went a new way, through a different door. When I was --- kitty was exploring a cabinet and I went to set it up for her --- so when I was coming back through the hallways exhausted as shit, like dragging my ass through the hallway, last trip, laptop bag on my back, reusable grocery bag in one hand, wicker basket of food in the other. Like... I have no awareness of how I'm perceived by others sometimes, I must've looked like... like a packmule on his last legs or something. This attractive woman passed me. I saw her heading to the elevator as I was heading out, but didn't like... see her. She was very beautiful. And she looked at me and smiled and said "Hi." I think she was doing laundry. And I like... locked eyes, and kinda mouthed "hi" barely even audibly and half smiled but my mind was like... miles away. And 30 seconds later, I was in my door and... I was just kicking myself. Like this chick lives probably just a few doors down from me. "Hey, are you doing laundry? I'm just finishing moving in, I'm really new here, could you like... show me where the laundry room is?" Talk about an ice-breaker...

Ladies and gents, here's what my brain does with that prompt, ready for it? "Look, she probably has a boyfriend, okay? She's attractive and likely in her mid-30's like you, that's like... guaranteed she has a boyfriend. So... how would you feel if your girlfriend was showing some guy around the apartment building who was like, kinda hitting on her?" I shit you not. That was my conclusion. So... I think this whole "broadcast my disorders upfront" shit is like... a way for me to like... get 'permission' from people to just be myself and say the things I want to say without having to be all paranoid like that. This is like, the more I listen to myself talk about this it's like... who the fuck cares! Oh my god, I stress out so much about what other people think. Check this out, part of my brain talking about her "boyfriend". That's her shit to worry about, not mine. If she says "I have a boyfriend", I would immediately respect that. That's just like... "duh" for me. Like what kind of a prick wouldn't. So... and this is something my social worker brought to my attention that I clearly have to keep working on, I keep on taking on the worries and concerns and responsibilities of others. "What if I'm not understood, I should apologize and prepare people ahead of time just in case." Yo, that's their responsibility. If they get confused or misunderstand, it's their responsibility to seek clarification. If anyone that isn't a brain like mine is reading this and is going "well duh...", imagine living a life of 3.5 decades where the narrative I'm describing is just common sense status quo. How exhausting it would be. How neurotic it would make you.

Waking up to this kinda stuff is very similar to a moment I had watching the Your Mom's House Podcast over the pandemic. I don't watch anymore because some of their humor was upsetting me a lot, but... they talked in one episode about how Kristina would just put on clothes without drying herself off out of the shower for ages and ages. It was just... what she was of the understanding is what you're supposed to do, and was never corrected. And they mentioned people who don't dry their feet before stepping on the bathmat, and went "oh god, I hate people like that, so disrespectful to others". Well, I was one of those people. I thought that's what bathmats were for. And I have a lot of foot fungus problems, so I don't want to spread the infection by drying my feet with the same towel as the rest of my body, and having two towels is just like... come on. But like... waking up to that whole like "oh shit, that's not normal and others don't like that and no one even told me". Those moments. Those are hard ones. So if you're going to bring something like that up with someone, please do try to be gentle. Please treat it like telling someone they have spinach in their teeth, and express that you're doing it out of caring and that it's okay. I guess I'm saying, be gentle. And compassionate.

And I'm like that with taking on other people's problems, concerns, judgements, all that shit. Compulsively. Which makes social media hell. I'm working on it, and I'm getting better. There's really no practicing it, it kinda just needs to be done in the field. And this journal is a big part of my practice with it. Trying to not apologize for being my true, authentic thought-stream. Trying to not neurotically apologize and warn people before-hand, as though they're wandering into a minefield. "Be careful, this guy is weird!" I'm learning how to be okay being me, and to actually use that as a good litmus test for the people I want to be around and the ones I can live without. I don't need to win over everyone, in fact... winning over everyone has done a lot of damage to my life. So, I hope you guys don't take offense to this, but if you don't like the things I say or if I'm too weird for you, if my spiritual side is too kooky or my posts are too long or I swear too much or whatever. You can just like... keep scrolling. It's okay. And I won't be offended, I'll actually be a bit grateful that we can respectfully part ways on peaceful terms, with a nod and going different ways at a crossroads. I think that's a much more peaceful way to exist: to live and let live. And I think we should all be doing it a bit more often.

So, maybe my rediscovering of ADHD should be more about getting to know myself and why I do what I do, what I'm not even noticing I do, more that than warning new people of how eccentric I am. I think that's a healthier place to keep that. I'm glad I digested this thought, it's a pretty new one and a very strong one, and I think this is a much healthier place for it to be than the start.

#diary #journal #online journal #stream of consciousness #stream of thoughts

[anna2za]

I’m not the only one|Chapter two

The next days with George were slow kind of days .The kind of days they both enjoyed ,the one’s were they could just relax and enjoy the company of each other.  

But today was the day they desided that they would try to find the perfect apartment for them.

After being together with him for almost two years he finally decided to move  in Paris . With his work and family in Manchester it was really hard for both of them to see each other .  

They needed for sure a place bigger than Valeria’s small apartment, George’s list of needs was short , the apartment needs to be in livable place and condition , of course. But  he had a small difficult need , George wanted a fireplace ,something apparently difficult to find in Paris.

Thats why they searched a lot of apartments the last few days but nothing really impressed them ,expect  one  with a fireplace of course.

‘’Why do you want a fireplace so bad?’’

Valeria asked George who was squated down checking out the fireplace.  

‘’Because , look at it Valeria ,its beautiful and its also really cozy. My parents had one back in Manchester and i remember as a kid it was one of my favoutite things inside the house , i also had the best memories with my dad around that fireplace ‘’ He replied closing the fireplace while he turned to look at her.

Valeria’s face dropped at his comment, was the whole fireplace thing about his dad? He never really liked to talk about him so his comment caught her off of guard. His dad passed away seven years ago from a heart disease ,thats all she know about him.  

‘’I want my kids to grow up with a fireplace and create memories like the ones i have with them’’He added as he took some steps towards her.

Did ,did he just said kids?

‘’You want to have kids ? with me?’’She asked him as he gave her a small sweet smile nobbing his head ,her eyes were starting to fill with happy tears .Finally moving in together, the subject with his dad, him wanted to have kids with me.  

‘’Of course , i cant imagine having kids with anyone ,except you ‘’A big smile formed on Valeria’s lips while she took his face on her small hands sharing with him a passionate kiss.

He pulled back seconds later wiping a tear that slipped from her eyes with his thumb as he left a quick kiss on her forehead.

‘Why am i so freaking emotional all of the time?’ She thought.

This moment has to be one of the best moments this past years.

Until of course someone cleared their throat behind them. Turning around they saw the lady that was showing them the apartments around  Paris.

‘’ We will take this one’’Valeria informed her squizing George’s hand with a smile on her face.

….............

George left later this afternoon  today to finish the papers for their apartment.

Valeria was home cleaning a little bit around the apartment and also she had to start getting ready for the dinner they were going to have with her parents.  

‘’Hey mom’’ She said as soon as she picked up the phone after she saw her  moms name pop on the screen.

‘’Hey Valeria, are you guys on your way?’’Valeria’s mom asked through the phone.

‘’Um no, not yet , im going to be there propably in fifteen minutes’’ She answered placing her phone on her ear ,keeping it steady with her shoulder while she laced her white snickers.

‘’Oh what about George? Isn’t he coming ?’She asked.

‘’No he is coming ,he is just a little busy with the papers for the apartment so he is going to come later’’ Taking her keys and her bag she locked the door and made her way downstairs to the parking.

‘’Oh okay. I called because i need to tell you something’’Her voice sounded nervous and when her mom sounds nervous something is really wrong.‘’Flora is here’’She whispered while Valeria headed towards her car.

‘’What do you mean ?’’ She asked not liking where this was going.

‘’Um you know Flora? She is going to join us for dinner... I promise it was unexpected Valeria ,i didn’t know she was coming back.Your father kept it a surprise’’ Valeria didn’t respont for a few seconds she just sat inside her car, starring at the car in front of her’s frozen in her spot. This can’t be true right? That’s the fucking surprise her father was talking about the last few weeks?  

‘’I will understand if you don’t want to come over , but you know that you’re dad-’’ Her mom started talking before Valeria interrupted her.

‘’Yeah mom i know, we...we will come over don’t worry’’She said to her trying to calm her down while she started the engine of her car

.’’I will see you in a few minutes’’ She added hanging up her phone without letting her mother time to talk.

.........

Valeria sat inside her car on the driveway for a few more minutes looking at her parents house through the raindrops that fell on her front window.

‘’After three years she decided to come back now? ‘’ She sighed while leaving a shaky breath.She  got out of the car.

When Valeria unlocked the front door with her spare key and entered the house she could already hear the loud voices coming from the living room

.That meant Flora was already here. Not really knowing how to react in this situation  she just fixed a little bit herself in the hallway mirror and walked towards the living room.  

‘’Oh. My. god ,VALERIA’’

Flora basicaly screamed Valeria’s name with a huge smile on her face as soon as her eyes fell on her. She got up from the couch squizing her in her arms.

‘’You havent changed at all’’She added taking a step back to look at Valeria better.

‘’I can say the same to you too Flora’’

Valeria coplimented Flora taking a better look at her.

…......

‘’ So , do you still work at the library?’’ She asked Valeria sitting at the opposite couch from her with her glass of wine on her hand.

‘’Um no  actually ,im working with the Stoles publishing company’’ She replied to her.

‘’Oh wow , you always wanted to work there’’She answered drinking from her glass .

‘’Yeah its a great opportunity for my future in writing’’

Valeria added looking at her mom while she gave her a proud smile.

For the next few minutes her dad kept talking with Flora and  her mom for the good old times, but Valeria’s mind was somewhere else. Flora being back here bought memories to all of them and she couldn’t help it but a million thoughts were running through her mind right now.

She was trying not to think about the things she wanted to ask Flora right now but she wanted to know , she wanted  at least to know how he was.

‘’Um.. Flora?’Valeria almost whispered.

‘’Yes sweety?’’She asked her smiling at her while she turned  all of her attention to Valeria.

‘’How is Charle-’’

Valeria began to ask Flora but the doorbell interupted her . Her mom quickly got up excited to go open the door to George as Valeria just sat there in the now  akward silence for her while Flora gave her a small smile.

‘’Hello everyone’’

George said as he walked inside the living room with her mom behind him . After greeting her dad he came beside her leaving a quick kiss on top of her head .

‘’Im George ,Valeria’s boyfriend’’

He intruduced himself to Flora giving her his hand while she looked at Valeria suprized.

‘’Its really nice to meet you ‘’ She said giving him her hand ‘’im Flora an old family friend’’ She added...

…....

After dinner was over Valeria started washing the plates to help out her mom while her Dad and George went to the living room to talk.  Her mom and Flora stayed with her in the kitchen, but a few minutes later mom excused herself to go to the bathroom.

Flora came beside Valeria with a dry towel on her hands and started wiping the plates she had just finished washing.

‘’Charles is doing okay’’ With her words Valeria’s mind and body froze at the same time.

’’You know before i leave to come back here he told me to say hi but i wasn’t really sure if you wanted to hear from him.’’She added giving her a small smile. Valeria didnt reply to Flora , she didnt know how to reply.

He said hi. Her words were playing again and again in Valeria’s head right now. He hasn’t forgot her .

‘’George seems like a really nice guy’’Flora said clearing her throat to easy the mood after  her last comment.  

‘’He is’’Valeria  replied shortly to her.

‘’Flora’’ Valeria paused as she turned to look at her .‘’Tell him i said hi too when you see him’’She almost whispered the last words that left her lips.

‘ I shouldn’t have said that ,should i? I mean its just a simple hi .’ She thought

Flora nobbed giving Valeria a small smile before George entered the kitchen to grab his phone from the kitchen table interrupting their conservation.

#book #new #newbook #charles #fanfic #romancebook #romance #valeria #author #imagine #ex #exlovers #writing #writer

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PFFT I’M GETTING ADS ON TUMBLR NOW FOR THE FUCKING REPUBLICAN CANDIDATE FOR MY TOWN’S STATE REPRESENTATIVE WTKHETLETHK ma’am???????  you understand that if you wanna prioritize safety in this town you’re going at it the completely wrong way right????  she’s SUCH a bootlicker and i just??????  if you care about “safety” shut UP about the police and focus more on decriminalizing drug use and actually help people access resources needed!!!!  prioritize supporting the areas in this town that you consider “dangerous!”  i live in that area, it’s NOT as bad as y’all republicans make it seem, we just need people to actually give a shit and stop neglecting the area!  landlords have NO business making rent so expensive around here, the town needs to stop getting rid of the few things we have like painting over that mural at the old theatre, young adults need to be heard and acknowledged (*cough* stop acting like we don’t notice the only things that happen around town are geared towards families with young kids or old people, if you want things to get better stop with that shit), also if y’all really want my neighborhood to get any better and grow beyond it’s stigma, here’s a wild thought: YOU need to get the fuck up and do something because we can’t do that shit on our own.  it’s getting colder, we’re in our first snowstorm and people shouldn’t have to worry about where they’re going to sleep, ESPECIALLY in winter around here.  make it easier and realistic to stay here, housing is important as hell, prioritizing young people’s wellbeing too is important, if people are able to stay here people can start small businesses that aren’t goddamn package stores, which will in turn foster that feeling of community that once existed around here.  also stop treating arts as secondary if even that!!!  ever since that mural was painted over it’s been going downhill, this town especially this neighborhood has become artless, mental health around here is dangerously bad and we are in this situation right now because you have literally neglected us and our needs as human beings for so long so maybe instead of “backing the blue” or whatever you fucking call it you should open your eyes and realize the only way things are gonna get better is if you actually care about more than the white upper middle class families involved with the pto, the people who’ve already retired and will see you at bingo, and fucking cops.  stop fucking demonizing our neighborhood as “criminals” just because we’re not all fucking white or rich or ~contributing to society~ to your liking.  the people around here are beautiful and you’re too much of a racist classist ageist bastard to actually acknowledge it.

#WHAT A RANT but god i fucking hate my town #i like my neighborhood. i grew up here and the actual community is wonderful or at least was #but all these mom and pop places close down quick because of all these things and it's like ???? #thanks for nothing fucking town government?????? #while you're obsessed with 'maintaining the status quo' you're only allowing us to continue going down this spiral #like. WHO THE FUCK CAN AFFORD ~$2000 IN RENT?????? PER MONTH?????? #god FORBID i would like to live somewhere. hholy fuck. #it's so much. oh my god. #like don't demonize the people who fucking live here because we're literally not doing anything wrong #(however i'd be concerned about whatever the fuck is going on with the republicans around here.. #like we're fine. it's the actual fucking TOWN (and also landlords it seems) that are the fucking problem. oh my god

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Could we get a headcannon of Michael Myers with a fem s/o that used to be his Therapist at Smith’s Grove?? Like maybe it was Loomis’ assistant and she would have some one-on-one time with Mikey 😳 (either SFW or NSFW is good, Tysm if u decide to make it!!)

enjoy this little fic

Therapist

Sexual content

You lived with your parents. Ever since you got laid off of your job at Smith’s Grove you haven’t found yourself being able to leave the house. Your parents were too nice to kick you out, so they just watched you fall deeper and deeper into your depression. They had no clue what was wrong with you. They assumed something happened at your job that made you like this, and they were right. You lost the one thing that kept you going everyday. Michael.

“Hi, Michael, I’m your new therapist.”

Oh how you wished you never spoke those words. The amount of trouble it brought to you. The amount of heartbreak. The only feeling inside you now was emptiness. You were a hollow shell of a human. It’s been years. Hurting over the only man who could’ve stolen your heart this way. You held the firm belief that Michael was your soulmate. You refused to imagine being with another. He was the one. The only. He was out there somewhere, and you waited for the day he came home to you.

“Y/N, honey? Dinner’s ready if you’re hungry.” Your mother called from the kitchen. You were buried in your covers, stuck staring at the blank wall. “Coming…” You sighed, knowing she couldn’t hear you. You threw the covers off of you, bringing your legs to the edge of the bed, staring at your feet. Your ankle had a small makeshift bracelet around it. You took in a deep breath, closing your eyes.

“Michael it’s gorgeous…” You smiled up at the stoic man as you held the bracelet he made for you. “I can’t wear this on my wrist because it’s a hazard, but I’ll wear it on my ankle. No one will know it’s there but me and you.” You kneeled down, pulling up your pants, and tying it around your ankle. Michael stared quietly, showing no emotion. “There! I’ve always wanted an anklet…” You sighed, wiggling your foot around, watching it dangle. It was a piece of leather rope, with beads on it, the letter M right in the middle of them. Michael’s way of subtly claiming you.

You pulled yourself out of bed, trudging your way downstairs. Your father laid on his recliner in the living room, watching his usual sports channel. His snores so loud you could hear him down the street. “Hey, sweetie. I went ahead and made you a plate over there.” Your mother waved towards the table, where a plate full of food laid. You doubted you would even finish it all, hell a few bites was good for you. “Thanks, Mom…” You gave her a quick smile before turning away from her, going back to a frown. You sat down, staring at the food. You felt like you’d gag if you even took a bite. You knew you had to eat, you haven’t eaten at all today.

“Eat before it gets cold, Y/N! Gosh— I left the burner on!” Your mother was quite clumsy and oblivious. She knew how to make a meal, but it was no five star. Last time she tried making something new she burned the flooring, and your father had to go to the hospital with first degree burns on his hand. Now there was a large black spot in the middle of the kitchen. Father tried buffing it out but it just made it look worse. Now it looked like the floor was caving in. It went along with the rest of the house honestly. Cracks scattered the walls and ceilings, some nails popping out from the boards behind the paint. Water damage in many places, and stains in the carpet. You knew they didn’t have the money to fix any of it, but it felt normal. This was home.

Something moved in the window from the corner of your eye, taking your interest. You whipped your head towards the motion, curious. “I think somethings outside, I’m gonna go check it out.” You told your Mother, keeping your eyes on the window as you grabbed a coat, making your way to the door. “Honey it’s probably just those ‘coons again. Don’t worry ‘bout ‘em.” “Well then I’ll go scare them away…” You mumbled, slipping your arms through your coat, swinging the door open. The cool breeze smacked you in the face like a ton of bricks. You were surprised it wasn’t snowing from how cold it was.

You quickly closed the door behind you before your Father woke up screaming about it. You exhaled, a cloudy fog expelling into the air in front of you. You looked around the sides of the house, seeing nothing. A loud crunch filled your ears from behind you. Fear took over your entire body, making you freeze up. You slowly turned your head, white filling up the corner of your eye. Your breath hitched, a familiar smell suffocating you. You quickly turned all the way around, backing away from the mystery.

In front of you stood a tall man, about 6’3, broad shoulders, wearing blue coveralls and a white Captain Kirk mask. The two of you stood in silence, staring at each other. You were trembling from the cold, your coat not doing much. You let out a short laugh, pursing your lips. “Nice trick buddy… You’re lucky I came out and not my Father.” You chuckled, walking past him to the door. He turned around to face you, not saying a word. He smelled so comforting, but you paid no mind to it. “Uh… Have a good night…” You smiled, waving a bit as you opened the door, walking inside. He didn’t speak a word, only staring as you closed the door.

“What was it?” Your mother questioned, standing in the doorway of the kitchen. “Just some guy messing with me again…” You sighed, beginning to make your way up the stairs. “Y/N you didn’t touch your fo—“ “I’m not hungry.” You interrupted her quickly, slightly annoyed. You sped to your room, shutting the door behind you. You took in a shaky breath, your lips squeezing together as they quivered. Your back pressed against the door, sliding down until you hit the ground. Your fingers tangled themselves in your hair. You pressed your forehead against your knees, bursting into tears.

“I love you, Michael Audrey Myers.” You whispered, fingers brushing across his forehead, pushing his sweaty curls away from his face. His eyes flicked from your lips to your eyes, locking with them. The two of you laid on the couch in your office, naked. You pressed your lips to his, cupping his cheek. His hand ran up your thigh, his fingers tracing along your skin. Michael just took you in the roughest way possible, just how you liked it. Michael was a quiet, mysterious man, but you knew exactly how to read his every thought.

Michael had never spoken to you, but you knew he loved you. It showed in his actions. You even knew he’d kill for you. You see it in his eyes when he sees you with other men. You were his, and you knew it. You’ve been Michael’s therapist for several years, and only recently has he started to be more touchy. He was hesitant, but now he can’t get enough. He was touch starved, and as much as he’d hate to admit it, you were the solution. Michael moved his hands to his sides as you pulled away from the kiss. You sat up, reaching to grab your clothes. Michael stared at your body, watching each muscle move underneath your skin. Time was up. Michael had to get dressed and go to his group therapy with you as if nothing had happened.

Making love with Michael would be just plain fucking to other people. Michael wasn’t soft and sweet, he was violent. And you missed it. You wanted to feel his hand wrapped around your throat while his dick slammed into you. You wanted to feel his aggressive love again. You wanted to be connected with him again. As much as you missed the more intimate moments, you missed Michael’s sweet moments the most.

You sat with Michael in front of the window, watching the clouds. It was a daily routine. Watch the clouds, and point out shapes to Michael. If there were no clouds you’d still stare out with him, and admire nature’s beauty. It was something he looked forward to each day, it calmed him down. You laid your head on Michael’s shoulder, sighing, “I’ll get you out of here. Then we can actually go outside and watch the clouds.” Michael knew that wasn’t going to happen. If anything he’d be the one getting himself out. He placed his hand over yours, squeezing it gently. He laid his head on top of yours, letting out a deep breath.

“Fuck…” You whispered, wiping your tears away. You crawled along the floor to your bed, pulling yourself up onto it. You laid on your back, staring up at the ceiling. Your nights were filled with memories of Michael. After all of these years he was the only thing you could think about still. You remained loyal, only wanting him. You sniffled, feeling empty. You had cried all you could.

“Let me go! I can stop him! Please!” You cried, tugging your arms from the two guards dragging you down the hallway. Michael had escaped his cell, and was on a killing spree, killing everyone who got in his way. They had you evacuate the building, and took you away in a police car. That was the last day you saw Michael. It all happened so quick you could barely barely processed what had happened. All you wanted to do was jump out of the car and run back. You knew he was looking for you, and he wouldn’t stop hacking away until he did. “I could’ve stopped him.” You told the policeman driving the car. “Ma’am I understand, but it was Doctor’s orders to get everyone out of the building.” “Fuck Loomis, he doesn’t know shit…” You mumbled, fighting the tears brimming your eyes.

Michael had a soul behind those eyes. He was human, even if Loomis said otherwise. He was kind. He wasn’t just a stone cold killer. He had a heart. A small one, but it held so much love. Love he harbored for you. You slowly fell asleep to your thoughts, being swept away by your dreams.

You woke up freezing cold, sun gleaming right in your eyes. You groaned, rolling over, pulling your blanket over your head. A gentle knock sounded at your door, “honey, that man you were talking about is in the backyard…” Your mother sounded scared. You sighed, sitting up, “I’ll go take care of it.” You replied, rubbing your eyes. “Oh please hurry, he’s frightening!” “Yes, Mother, I know.” You groaned, wrapping your robe around you. You opened the door, walking past your Mom downstairs.

The man was still in the backyard to no surprise. However, he was sprawled out on the ground, staring at the sky. You stared out of the window with a weird look, “what a weirdo…” You mumbled, grabbing the doorknob, and twisting it, letting yourself outside. “Hey man, you’re kinda trespassing.” You chuckled, closing the door. He didn’t respond. “Look, it’s fucking freezing out here and I don’t wanna be out here. Could you please just go home?” You sighed, hugging yourself for warmth. Still no response.

You narrowed your eyes at him, grabbing a nearby shovel, walking over to him. “I said leave.” You hissed, holding the shovel up. Michael turned to face you, the sun shining through the eye holes of his mask. Your eyes widened, dropping the shovel. You could recognize those eyes anywhere. “Michael..?” You whispered, dropping to your knees, hesitantly reaching for his mask. He made no movement, signaling that it was okay to take it off. You were in complete disbelief. You about ripped it from his face, throwing it beside him. It was him. The same handsome face you knew. You had no clue why one of his eyes had gone white, but you weren’t going to question it now.

You laughed, tearing up. “I thought you were gone for good… I never thought you’d be able to find me.” You whispered, caressing his face. Michael grabbed your hand, bringing it to his lips, kissing your fingers. You giggled, smiling down at him. He pulled you down on top of him, looking back up at the clouds. You rolled over, laying on your back, your head on his shoulder, his arm wrapped around you. “Look, that one looks like a fox.” You pointed up at a weirdly shaped cloud.

It seemed unreal that he was right beside you. It felt like a dream, but it was real. He was actually there, and things continued on as if you two had never been separated. You had reason to keep going.

#michael myers #halloween #halloween kills #slashers #michael myers x reader #slashers x reader #headcannons #imagines #michael myers x reader smut #slashers x reader smut #fluff

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Sweet Little Sister

Tenya Iida x F!Reader x Tensei Iida NSFW

TW: STEPCEST. I cannot stress this enough. If you do not like stepcest, skip this fic my friend. Reader is the Iida brother’s new stepsister and things get wild. All characters are 18+.

Other TW: unprotected sex, threesome, a lot of little sister/big brother type stuff, slight yandere Iida brothers, oral F and M receiving.

WC: 4k

A/N: Y’all have no idea how long I have been putting off writing the ending because it was HARD and I have like one brain cell. This fic has been the bane of my existence and I’m exhausted. I really hope you guys enjoy this. Please send me love....and snacks. I’m gonna go to bed now.

You fixed your skirt for the millionth time. You were going to finally meet your future stepbrothers for dinner tonight and you were a bundle of nerves.

Your mom had been dating a new man recently who she was head over heels for. They had been spending so much time together and he spoiled her, flying her abroad on weekend getaways all the time. Apparently, he had popped the question when they were in Greece last week and the two of them were flying in tonight to celebrate with both families. All you knew was he had two sons, both a little older than you. However, since the romance had been so quick, you hadn’t met them yet.

You were the last to arrive for dinner, and as you pulled up to the house, the house that you soon would all share, your jaw dropped. It was MASSIVE, nothing short of an estate. You knew your future stepdad was rich, but this was certainly a step up from your measly 2 bedroom apartment you shared with your mother.

You rang the doorbell, patting down your outfit one more time before the door swung open. A tall man opened the door and your eyes widened. His white button up stretched over his broad chest and you quickly pulled your eyes up to his face. He had navy hair, neatly combed back and a bright beaming smile.

“You must be Y/N! I’m Tensei!”. He pulled you into a tight hug and you were pressed into his chest. He smelled like pine and clean laundry and you felt your heart race. He let go of you and smiled, his blue eyes sparkling. 

“Sorry! I just figured, since we are going to be brother and sister, we better get close!” 

Right. Brother. This was your big brother and you could NOT think of him any other way. You forced a smile on your face, and nodded.

“You’re right! It’s great to finally meet you.”

“There you are – oh hello. I apologize for my interruption! I’m Tenya Iida.” Tensei’s brother, a literal carbon copy of him, just with square glasses perched in front of his blue eyes, walked into the room. You looked up at both of them, and felt very small.

“Tenya, no need to be so formal. Y/N is our new little sister, and we should be bonding!” Tensei teased, poking Tenya in the ribs. A bright blush crept on his cheeks and the two of them argued.

“I’m glad the three of you seem to be getting along well!” A man who resembled the two, only older with a grey streak in his hair smiled. Your mother stood next to him, the sparkly diamond standing out on her hand.

“Let’s get to dinner.”

Somehow you ended up sitting between Tensei and Tenya at the long table. Your parents were too busy being lovestruck teenagers to really pay the three of you any mind, and you ate your dinner in awkward silence until Tensei began speaking.

“Y/N, I hope you like your bedroom here! It’s on the top floor but it’s between both mine and Tenya’s so if you ever need your big brothers, we are right next door!”

You giggled, “Thank you. I’ll be sure to keep that in mind.”

Tenya nodded solemnly, “It’s our duty as older brothers to protect you! We will take this responsibility seriously!” 

You bit back a laugh. “Thank you Tenya. I already feel very welcome and safe.”

The three of you continued talking and soon, dinner was over. Both of the brothers insisted you head up to your room as they cleaned up, and your parents headed to their room which was thankfully, in another wing of the house.

You made your way up the stairs and opened the door that Tensei had directed you to and it was very...pink. There were pink lilies on the nightstand and a huge baby pink comforter on the bed surrounded by fluffy pastel pillows. A white vanity sat in the corner with a matching chair and white and pink dressers stood against the wall.

You supposed they were really glad to have a little sister and you smiled at the card that your new older brothers signed. You pulled your overnight bag open and searched for clothes to sleep in. The rest of your stuff would be arriving tomorrow, so you were stuck wearing shorts a little too small and a tank top that left very little to the imagination. You looked in the mirror. Maybe you could ask Tensei for a shirt to cover up, As if reading your mind, a knock at the door interrupted your thoughts.

“I just came by to…say goodnight!” Tensei’s eyes trailed down, before he blinked and looked back at your face. You could see his ears reddening and crossed your arms in an attempt to hide your cleavage.

“Um, actually I was wondering if I could borrow a shirt, Tensei? I’m so sorry, it seems that I haven’t worn this in a lot longer than I thought.” You laughed nervously.

Tensei straightened up.

“Of course! I’ll uh, be right back!” He sped off and returned with a large grey t-shirt that you immediately threw on over yourself. As you pulled it over yourself, you didn’t see Tensei’s eyes roam down your exposed legs. You turned to him. “Thank you so much Tensei. Sweet dreams!” You said, giving him a tight hug. He nodded and headed back to his room, passing Tenya in the hallway. Tenya gave him a curious look and Tensei just returned a tight-lipped smile before locking his door and collapsing on his bed, his cock straining against his boxers. 

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The next morning you woke up refreshed and wanting to thank your new brothers for their hospitality. You headed out to the hall to see if they were awake. You opened the door to see Tenya standing there.

"Hey! I was just looking for you! Good morning Tenya." You smiled at him. 

"Good morning." He said looking at you curiously. "Is that Tensei's shirt?" 

You looked down and gave a sheepish grin. 

"Oh! Yes, I had another shirt on but it was a little too small so he let me borrow this last night."  

Tenya had an unreadable look on his face. You cocked your head to the side.

"Um...so anyway, I was wondering if you wanted breakfast? I wanted to show my appreciation for the warm welcome to my new brothers and I love to cook so it's my pleasure." You smiled at him. He opened his mouth, as if to say something, then just nodded.

"Uh...thank you, Y/N that would be wonderful. I'll show you around the kitchen." He said, placing a hand on your shoulder. He pulled back. "Apologies!"

You laughed.

"Tenya, please. We live together. I want you to feel comfortable around me!" You pulled him into a hug, your face in his chest.

Tenya's heart raced and he prayed you couldn't feel his growing erection. You were so soft and smelled so good and fuck you looked incredible in those tiny shorts, though he felt a strange pang of jealousy over you wearing his brother's shirt.

She's your sister. Your little sister. That's disgusting and disgraceful.  

His head raced with thoughts and he felt so ashamed but the taboo aspect fueled the fire burning inside him. 

You pulled away, looking up at him with those beautiful bright eyes. His heart thumped in his ears.

"Oh, good morning!" 

Tensei's door swung open. He stood shirtless in a pair of red flannel pajama pants and neither of the brothers missed how your eyes were drawn to his muscular chest before you composed yourself.

Tenya glared at Tensei, who gave an easygoing smile in return.

"I hope you slept well, little sister." Tensei asked you. You nodded and thanked him again for the shirt.

"I hope you're hungry. I'm making breakfast." You grinned as the three of you headed to the kitchen. Tensei chuckled.

"That sounds wonderful Y/N. Do you need any help?" 

You shook your head. "Nope! Let me treat you both as a thank you. I've always wanted older brothers to make food for and dote on." You giggled. "Maybe I watch too much anime but I always loved that idea."

Both brothers sat at the island in the kitchen watching you as you flitted about grabbing ingredients and utensils to use. You reached for a box of flour on a high shelf and your shorts ran up even higher, giving them an eyeful of the curve of your ass. Tensei bit his lip, and Tenya cleared his throat. "Allow me!"

You spun around, "No way! I told you. I can handle making my brother's breakfast!" You turned back to the cabinet, jumping up to reach. 

Even though you had Tensei's shirt on, your breasts jiggled and bounced with each jump, and you made soft panting noises as you attempted to pull the box down. Both of them were grateful for the island that prevented you from seeing their cocks fully aroused now.

You, having finally gotten everything you needed, turned away from them again as you began to cook on the stovetop. Tensei had finally had enough. As you talked about whatever it was you were talking about, he slipped his cock over the waistband of his pants, palming it slowly. You just looked so fucking nice, and for a moment Tensei could see you as his cute little housewife and not his innocent little sister.

Or maybe it turned him on more to think of you as both...fuck what was the matter with him? He couldn’t think about it too long as he had more pressing matters at hand, literally.

Neither you nor Tenya seemed to notice he was preoccupied and you continued joking and laughing. Suddenly you whipped around to face him. His hand froze on his cock and he coughed to cover his discomfort. 

“Tensei, how do you like your eggs?”, You asked innocently, completely oblivious to the death grip he had on his cock underneath the island.

“Uh...erm, anyway is fine! I’m sure they’ll be delicious if you cooked them.” He stammered out, praying you didn’t continue the conversation. You smiled, and turned to ask Tenya his preferences. Once Tensei was sure you were distracted, he slowly pumped his hand up and down his cock again. Precum leaked from the tip and knowing you could catch him, knowing you were less than 5 feet from him, only fueled his arousal. What would you do if you caught him? Would you be disgusted and upset? Or would you offer to help, offer to take care of your big brother?

God he was so close, so close imagining your hands wrapped around him, your beautiful face looking up at him, so sweetly, so innocently –

“NHGG!” he groaned, shoving his cock in his pants as his cum spilled over his hand. He could feel the fabric spreading his seed all over his cock and he felt uncomfortably sticky.

“Are you okay, big brother?” Your eyes were wide with worry. He turned to face both you and Tenya. 

“Y-yes! Sorry, muscle cramp in my leg. Happens sometimes, Sorry!” He smiled reassuringly as the cold fabric stuck to his softening cock. You still looked worried and he flashed you a bright grin. “I promise, I’m fine.”

You nodded and turned back to the food. Tensei met Tenya’s stare, the younger man’s eyes narrowed to slits. 

Oblivious, you plated the food. 

“Let’s eat!”

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The three of you navigated your new sibling relationship as well as possible. You loved your new older brothers and fussed over them daily, cooking for them and doting over them any time they were home. Your mom and stepdad, seeing how well the three of you got along, often left the three of you home while they jetted to far off countries on lavish vacations.

The boys loved the attention from you. Their packed lunches, your soft hands rubbing their shoulders or playing with their hair as they laid on the couch after a long day. You were so sweet and beautiful as you flitted around the house, cooking dinner or doing chores. And those days where they would come home to find you lounging by the pool outside? Your tiny swimsuit leaving little to the imagination? Well those were just bonuses.

Those nights, as you slept soundly in your bed, on the other side of the wall, Tenya gripped his cock tightly. Your curves ran through his mind and he spat on his throbbing cock as he thought about you. Your soft touches and giggles replayed in his head. Thoughts of when the two of you were alone and you’d curl up against him on the couch as you watched a movie, or fell asleep on his chest. You trusted him so much to protect you and love you like an older brother should and here he was, fantasizing about stretching your sweet little pussy on his cock, about making you cry out his name. 

Fuck, or when your cute little voice rang out each morning, “Good morning big brother!”. He wanted to hear you scream for him, beg your big brother to fuck you harder. He wanted to ruin you and make you his. He panted as he picked up speed, fucking his hand. His hips jerked and he was so close. 

A noise came from your room, a soft mewl. Tenya pressed his ear to the wall. He could hear movement and another soft sigh. Were you touching yourself too? Were you imagining his cock filling you up? He strained to hear and made out your cute little breaths and another low moan. His eyes rolled back and he groaned as his cum shot over his abs and chest. He listened to hear if you were awake and heard nothing more from your room. Sighing, he reached to his nightstand to clean himself.

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Days passed and you had been in an exceptionally good mood. At first, Tensei and Tenya both thought you were just in a good mood. But they started to notice you looking at your phone more, giggling and blushing at the screen. When they would ask, you would mumble “nothing” as you typed a response. You also spent more days out of the house than usual, saying you were spending time with friends or running errands. Finally one night, as the three of you sat at the table, you spoke up.

“I met a guy.”

Tenya’s fork clattered to his plate and Tensei gritted his teeth.

“His name is Kaito. He’s really sweet and really cute. He wants to take me out to dinner this week but I wanted him to meet you two first.” You smiled, looking up at your older brothers who were glaring daggers at their food.

Tenya spoke first.

“Where did you meet this man?”, he asked, his eyes burning a whole into the tablecloth.

“At the store as I was getting some groceries. He helped carry my bags to the car.” Your eyes flickered to both your brothers, confused at the tension in the air.

“So this man just picks up women at the grocery store?”, Tensei asked, his tone cold.

Your skin prickled.

“What? No, of course not. He saw I was struggling and offered to help me. Then we got to talking and…”

Tenya looked at you, his eyebrows furrowed.

“If you are having difficulty getting groceries, Tensei or I will join you so these men don’t prey on you. What if he had followed you home? Or attacked you in the car?”

You squeezed your eyes shut. How was this the conclusion they were reaching?

“Nothing happened! And clearly he is a nice man, as he wants to meet you and take me out.” Your voice wavered as 2 pairs of navy eyes stared you down.

“Is this who you’ve been texting?”, Tensei interrupted you.

You looked at him questioningly,

“Why does it matter who I’m–”

“ANSWER THE QUESTION.” Tenya’s hand slammed on the table.

Your lip trembled. Fighting back tears, you whispered. “Yes.”

Tensei looked exasperated. Closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose, he reached out to you and you flinched.

“We are just worried about you. You’re our sweet little sister and we want to make sure no one hurts you ever.”

Tenya reached out to your other arm.

“I apologize, dear sister. I just want you to be safe and unharmed.”

You stared blankly at the table, before turning from both of them and walking to your room, slamming the door.

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As your phone buzzed on the couch that night, it wasn’t too difficult for your older brothers to figure out your password. And it was even easier to find this Kaito guy online and threaten him until he agreed to cut contact with you.

After all, your big brothers would always protect you.

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The next day, as you read and re-read the messages from Kaito, your heart broke. You curled up against your older brothers on the couch. 

“You were right.” You sobbed into Tensei’s shoulder, Tenya’s chest pressed against your back. “I should have never argued with you two.”

The boys held you close between them. 

“Shh, it’s okay. We’ll take care of you. Your big brothers are here for you.” Tenya pressed his lips to your hair as Tensei pulled you into his chest. You could hear his heartbeat through his thin shirt. You felt Tenya rub soft soothing circles on your back and you sniffled, turning so you could face both of them.

“I’m..*hic* sorry for being *hic* so emotional.” You choked out, rubbing your eyes. You blinked and both boys looked at you. They both had such adoration in their eyes and looked at you like you hung the moon. You knew they would always be there for you.

You kissed Tensei on the cheek and turned, kissing Tenya on the cheek. Both boys blushed furiously and your breath caught in your throat as they each pressed a kiss to your cheeks, slightly closer to your lips. 

Maybe it was the overwhelming emotions that filled you right now, or maybe it was always there, lying dormant inside of you. But you felt a tingle in your core and pressed another soft kiss to Tenya’s face, this time ghosting the edge of his lips before placing an identical one to Tensei.

Your body stilled as you waited to see what they would do. Tensei looked in your eyes before pressing his lips to yours. Your hand clutched at his shirt as he licked your lip. You opened your mouth to him and he hungrily tasted you. You broke apart, and Tenya took this opportunity to pull you towards him.

He slammed his lips to yours as Tensei kissed down your neck and collarbone. Where Tensei was confident in his kisses, Tenya was desperate. You moaned into Tenya’s mouth as Tensei bit a particularly sensitive spot on your neck. Your bodies were so close and you could feel Tenya’s erection through his pants, pressing against your thigh.

You pulled back. 

“We shouldn’t...I’m so sorry, this is…” You stammered,

Tensei kissed your temple and Tenya pressed his hand to your cheek.

“Let us take care of you, little sister. Let your big brothers make it all better.” 

Flustered you gave in to your body and continued reaching down, palming Tenya through his slacks. You felt his body shiver as you ran your fingers up and down the shaft. Pulling away from both of them you pulled off your sweater, revealing your body to them. Their cocks ached so much for you, and seeing you like this, in a way they had only imagined, turned them feral.

Tensei tugged at your legs, pushing you onto your back. You looked up at your big brothers and your eyes widened.

“You’re so beautiful.” Tensei whispered, his fingers tracing your belly. Tenya nodded, his eyes trained on your breasts in the lacy white bra you wore. He slid the strap down your shoulder and when you didn’t protest, unhooked the clasp in the front. Your breasts spilled out and he ran his fingers over your hardening nipples.

Tensei tugged down your legging and panties and you were naked before them, looking like a sweet lamb between two hungry wolves. He pressed a kiss to your lower belly, and you whimpered. His cerulean eyes met yours and you gave a soft nod for him to keep going. His lips met your folds and he lapped at your slit hungrily. Your hips bucked involuntarily and you could feel his grin against you.

“Easy now sweetheart, your big brother is going to take care of you.” His hands pressed your hips down firmly as he continued to devour your cunt.

Your eyes rolled back and you met Tenya’s eager eyes. His erection was pressing painfully through his pants and you tugged at the fabric, silently begging for him. He threw off his slacks and you could see the wet mark on the front of his boxers. Running your fingers over it, you opened your mouth and looked at him expectantly.

That was all it took. Tenya slid his boxers off, pressing the head of his dick against your soft lips. You gave kitten licks, staring into his eyes as best you could as you were still being tantalized by Tensei’s tongue. Tenya let out a grunt as you continued to tease his cock, slowly taking it deeper into your mouth. Tensei plunged his tongue deep inside you and you let out a loud moan around Tenya.

“F-fuck...so good, princess.” Tenya choked out, pulling you closer onto his cock. You felt yourself getting closer to climax as Tensei flicked his tongue over your clit. You gasped around Tenya’s thick member and he used this opportunity to push himself deeper down your throat. Stars danced in your eyes and your thighs strained under Tensei’s grip.

“That’s it baby girl, cum all over your big brother’s face.”

His lewd words, the taboo nature of it all, and the helplessness you felt as you choked on Tenya’s cock and were being held down by Tensei...you cried out as you gushed all over Tensei’s face. 

“Mmm….that’s it sweetheart.” Tensei murmured as he guzzled down your arousal. Your eyes fluttered and you whimpered as you Tenya lazily fucked your face.

Tensei looked at Tenya and wordlessly, the brothers switched places and you were flipped onto your knees. Tenya’s thick cock was pressed against your entrance and you gulped at how big it felt. He ran his hands over your hips.

“Shh...be a sweet little sister for your brothers.” 

Tensei’s cock was in front of your mouth and he tapped it on your mouth. You parted your lips and both brothers slid inside you. You gasped at the stretch and tried to turn your head towards Tenya, but Tensei gripped your face, and you swirled your tongue around his cock. 

“So tight...god...such a perfect little girl.” Tenya groaned, his fingertips digging into your skin. Tensei tugged your hair as he plunged deeper into your mouth. You bounced between the brother’s cocks as they worshipped your body, praising you for being their good girl.

“So beautiful, Y/N. You’re so good to us.” Tensei whispered.

You could feel Tenya’s thrusts getting sloppier as he pounded into you faster and faster. He pulled your arms behind your back, so you were at their mercy. Tensei’s cock was slamming the back of your throat, and Tenya was fucking you so deep you felt like you were going to pass out. Your limbs felt like jelly and the only thing holding you upright was the sheer force of them fucking you from each end.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck...gonna cum.” Tenya breathed out, his grip on you was almost painful and your arms were sore from how hard he tugged on them. Tensei seemed to be reaching his peak too, as his breaths were becoming ragged. You swallowed around his cock and he let out a deep groan, spilling his seed down your throat. You clenched around Tenya and he swore as he shot ropes of hot cum deep inside you. The twitching of his cock set you off and your muscles clenched as you whimpered out. You felt like sparks were fluttering from your nerves and the boys held you as you came down from your high. 

Your eyes closed and you could only faintly feel them cleaning you up and someone carrying you to your bed. Your hands reached out and you felt the bed shift as each man climbed into your pink bed on either side of you.

Content, you fell asleep between your big brothers.

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Ice Pack - Steve Harrington

Request: Heyo can you write a Steve Harrington x female reader. So y/n has a headache and she can barely take her head of the pillow because it hurts so much. (I have a massive headache and I can barely move, also sorry for spelling mistakes). Thank you 💜💙

A/N: Coincidentally, I have a headache while I’m writing this. 

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The bedroom was so dark that you couldn’t have seen your hand in front of your face. Added to that, you were currently burrowed under a thick comforter, two fans and the AC going, you had effectively plunged your room into a cave like atmosphere...as if you’d brought the upside down into your little suburban bedroom.  

It wasn’t the typical look for your bedroom but you couldn’t fathom doing more than adjusting the pillow under your head, the dull ache that you’d gone to sleep with had somehow morphed itself into something worse, a thudding in the front of your brain, right behind your eyes, that was destroying your ability to be a normal functioning human. You weren’t even sure what time it was anymore; you been laying in the dark for what felt like hours but could’ve honestly been minutes. The only time you’d been disturbed was when your mom came in to wake you up for school before realizing that the possibility of you going to school was slim to none.  

You would’ve kept sleeping, or trying to, if it wasn’t for someone (Steve Harrington, curse his perfect hair and pretty face) barging into your room. The door clanged against the wall, echoing in your head and you groaned, rolling away from the door. “Steve...what the hell!”

“What, did somebody die...what’s with the set up in here Beetlejuice.” He grimaced, flicking on the bedroom lights and illuminating the space.  

“For the love of God, turn the light off.” You moaned, “please.”

“It’s practically dinner time!” Steve’s voice felt louder than usual though you were sure he was only talking at a normal volume. The lights were burning behind your eyes and you imagined your brain on fire in that moment. You just wanted to turn everything back off again.  

“Steve,” you braved rolling over, tucking the blanket down beneath your chin in hopes that Steve might notice the bags under your eyes and your hair all messed up on the pillow, “please, turn the lights off...I don’t feel good.”

He had stopped talking, stopped moving, taking in your state of being before he backed himself up to the door and closed it. He flicked the light off again, sending the room plummeting back into darkness, “Are you okay?” He asked, only once he’d fixed the problem.  

“Obviously not.” You managed to sass, pulling the covers back over your head as your room was returned to it’s darken state.  

“Is there anything I can do?” Steve’s ability to go from annoying to sweet in under a minute was always a little too quick for your liking. How were you supposed to stay mad at that?

You mulled the thought over in your mind, trying to decide what might possibly bring some relief to your pounding head. Finally you nodded, “will you get me a popsicle, an ice-pack, and more water?” Your arm flailed off the bed for a moment before you found the handle of your water bottle on the floor, lifting it out to Steve.  

“Ice-pop, ice-pack, water,” he repeated, grabbing the bottle from you, “that all?”

You hummed, “it’s too early for me to take more ibuprofen.”

“Back in a flash.” Steve left the room and you cursed under your breath as you lifted the blanket back over your head to block out the blinding light from the hallway. He had left the bedroom door wide open, letting the lights and noise from the other parts of the small house pour into your space, invading the cave that you’d built to contain your headache.  

It was only when the dull hum of the TV from the living room died down suddenly that you chanced opening your eyes and moving the blanket once more. In the dark you could make out the silhouette of Steve, returned like he said he would, with all three items in hand. He placed the water bottle on the floor before covering your forehead and your eyes with the icepack, something he’d watched you do countless times when you had a migraine.  

“What flavor did you get?” You asked as you heard the rustling of plastic being pulled off the popsicle.  

“Lime,” he pressed the end of the bar to your mouth and you opened, gripping the ice-y snack in your teeth so that he could let go of it. Once he had you found the wooden stick, pulling it back out of your mouth.  

“My mom bought a whole arsenal of them this morning when I told her I didn’t feel good. She bought ginger-ale and saltines too, just to be safe.”

“The medicine’s not working?” Steve asked, taking a seat on your bed. He was unfazed by the ridiculous look you knew you were sporting right then, if he could even see it clearly.

“Hopefully the second dose will do the trick.” You replied, the cold from the ice-pack already starting to numb the feeling behind your eyes. “I’ll be pretty comatose for a while though...not exactly the most exciting company.”

“Oh that’s fine, I promised your mom I’d be right back out...she’s watching General Hospital and I think it’s supposed to be the conclusion of the shooting arch...I wanna see who the killer is.” He replied, leaning over to kiss the part of your nose that wasn’t covered by the ice-pack.  

“I can’t believe you guys are gonna watch that without me!” You moaned.  

We’ll record it, promise.” Just as he said it your mom called from the other room that the commercial break was over and the episode was starting, “Coming!” He called back, kissing you quickly before standing up, “I’ll check on you at the commerical.”

“Unbelievable!” You shouted after him.  

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Hooked

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A freshman hookup rekindled into something new. With an incentive, of course. But what would happen if your 'relationship' led you somewhere you never thought would happen to you ?

Dinner couldn't have gone better. Sure, Seonghwa's dad mostly ignored you, only throwing questions here and there to avoid Seonghwa's mom nagging at him. But he was mostly preoccupied with his phone. At one point, while his dad was so focused on his phone, Seonghwa leaned close to you and whisper 'one of the mistresses' to you, making you giggle.

"You know, (Y/N), I don't think I've ever seen Seonghwa smiled this wide when he's around us, you must be a pretty special lady," his mom said to you with a gentle smile.

You blushed in slight embarrassment at the compliment, "I sure hope so, ma'am, because I gotta say that he's very special to me too," you said as you look up to Seonghwa.

Hearing you said that made Seonghwa bit his bottom lip to prevent him from giggling out loud. So he opted to place a hand on your thigh and squeezed it gently, letting you know how he appreciated your words. Seeing this, his mom squealed and gushed about how adorable you both are and how glad she is that he found you.

Even after the topic was changed, Seonghwa didn't seem to lift his hand off of your thigh. He had actually moved to caress it gently with his fingers. You assumed it helped him be at ease so you didn't think much about it and let him be.

As dinner progressed to dessert, you found yourself having fun bonding with his mom and sometimes his dad when he wasn't glaring at his phone or when his mom directly addressed him. You realized that his parents are actually unlike most rich parents which then would explain why Seonghwa is who he is. Maybe minus the cheating father.

One other thing you realized is that Seonghwa's hand that was on your thigh had moved significantly higher, it was resting inside your skirt, just a bit past the hem, and that he was sitting closer than before. You felt your heartbeat quicken as his fingers drew shapes on your inner thigh, exhilarated yet worried and slightly embarrassed as his parents are directly across from you two.

"Honey, there's the Kims, we should go and say hi," his mom said, tapping his dad's arm and they immediately went over to the other table after excusing themselves for one second.

As quickly as they left, Seonghwa snapped his head to you in a panicked state, "quick, take off your panties!" he said in a hurried tone. You widened your eyes at him and stared at him as if he was crazy. But he kept urging you with a panicked voice, ultimately rendering you panicked as well. Nevertheless, you did as told and slyly slip your panties off and lift them with your legs to capture them but Seonghwa beat you to the punch as he took the panties and stashed them in his pockets. Just in time as his parents return to the table. Seonghwa sent you an inconspicuous wink and that was when you realized that he has a plan.

The first time he made a move was when you were taking a sip of your water. He let his finger roamed up and slip easily to your folds, almost making you choke.

"Oh gosh, dear, are you alright?" his mom asked you. You wanted to answer but you were still coughing slightly. Seonghwa took this as an opportunity. He used his perfect-boyfriend act when he pulled your hair out of your face and dab his napkin around your mouth, perfectly covering his other hand that managed to slip deep into your hole, almost making you choke again.

First strike.

His next move was when he was seemingly very much absorbed in a conversation about business with his parents, leaving you out of the conversation but still paying attention to you. Though his hand was still under your skirt, it remained stagnant and still.

But out of nowhere, as he talked about acquisition and mergers, his fingers pinched your clit rather harshly. You jolted up in surprise as your legs clamped shut, trapping Seonghwa's hand inside.

Again, his mom asked whether or not you were okay, and you tried your best to convinced her that you are despite Seonghwa's fingers' constant teasing. When Seonghwa turned around to look at you, you saw the smug smirk on his face and by God you never wanted to smack someone more.

Second strike.

The last strike was when you all were having dessert and Seonghwa pretended to have dropped his fork. You were on edge since he had taken his hand out for a while and the slick in your pussy had started to bother you.

He ducked down under the table just as you shifted the position of your legs. He saw his, literal, opening and slotted his face between your legs and licked a stripe up your pussy. Thank God for the table cloth or else you both would've been kicked out of the restaurant for sure.

You let out a sharp squeak which was thankfully held back a little because you had your mouth close.

Just as quickly as you reacted to him, Seonghwa also quickly returned to his position, playing the act of a perfect, doting boyfriend. "Baby, you okay? You don't look well," he made a fuss by pressing the back of his hand to your forehead and cheeks which were red because you've been blushing out of embarrassment and arousal.

"You know what, Seonghwa, sweetie, you should really take (Y/N) here home, take care of her, alright?" his mom said.

You smiled sheepishly at her and also to Seonghwa's dad, "I'm so sorry I had to cut things short," you told them. Seonghwa's mom laughed wholeheartedly at you as she waved her hands around, "it's no problem at all, darling. Besides, we're going to meet each other again soon, I'm going to make sure Seonghwa bring you to family dinner, okay?" she smiled warmly at you. Even his dad managed to look up at you and smiled genuinely.

After bidding your goodbyes to both of them, Seonghwa took your hand in his and immediately ran out to get his car from the valet. As you both waited, you grip on the lapel of his blazer and tugged him close to you, "how fucking dare you," you muttered lowly.

Seonghwa smirked and brushed his lips against the skin of your cheek, "can't help it baby, you looked so damn good and knowing I prettied you up made me... hungry," he growled. His lips moved to your ear to inconspicuously nibble on your earlobe, "who's your daddy?"

Your legs almost wobbled at that. If Seonghwa hadn't had his arm around you, you sure would've dropped to the ground and let him take you then and there.

But thankfully the car came right at that moment and to say you bolted yourself into the car.

Once Seonghwa got onto the driver's seat, he gripped onto your arm and stared at you intently, "you are not to touch yourself, you got me?" he stated. You stammered, you wanted to protest but he only stared at you, unmoving.

You jutted your lips and crossed your arms in protest, staring forward in disappointment. Much to your surprise, Seonghwa smacked your thigh hard enough to make it red, "I said, you got me?" he stressed each word, indicating that he needed verbal confirmation from you. "y-yes, I understand, I won't touch myself," you whimpered.

Satisfied, Seonghwa rubbed the reddened spot on your thigh and began driving.

Whilst Seonghwa was focused on driving, an idea popped into your head. A quite dangerous one at that. But you really wanted to get back at him for playing with you in front of his parents. You didn't know what made you decide on going forth, but you were sure your horniness had a large play.

Quickly getting yourself to work, you had somehow managed to unzip Seonghwa's pants and whip his hardening dick out. You licked your lips at the sight, your hand began stroking him as the other settled on his thigh in order to stabilize yourself.

Quickly getting yourself to work, you had somehow managed to unzip Seonghwa's pants and whip his hardening dick out. You licked your lips at the sight, your hand began stroking him as the other settled on his thigh in order to stabilize yourself.

"What are you-" Seonghwa's words were cut off with his own moan as you delved down to take his dick deep in your mouth. Hearing him moaned out only egged you to go on further.

You deepthroated Seonghwa as best as you could, sucking him whilst letting your hand play with his balls.

"B-baby, you ca-an't do this," he said through gritted teeth. You peered up only to see his eyes glued to the road, but his hands were gripping onto the steering wheel so tightly, his knuckles turned white. You took him out of your mouth to pump him in with your hand instead, you rested your head on his thighs and looked up to him with a pout on your face, "you said I couldn't play with myself, well I'm not! I'm playing with you, you and your pretty cock," you proceeded to lick along the vein of his dick.

Seonghwa groaned as his resolve started to wither away. Even whilst preoccupied with Seonghwa's dick, you could feel that he was speeding to go back.

With every suck or pump, Seonghwa's dick hardened and along with that, his need to cum. It was a gamble, sure, but you couldn't help yourself. It was a sudden automatic urge to tease Seonghwa. Maybe you could blame it on hanging out with Wooyoung too much.

You continued bobbing your head on Seonghwa's cock as quickly as you can. You started something and you wanted to make sure that you're going to finish. And by finish you meant him cumming down your throat.

Due to being so focused on Seonghwa's dick, you hadn't realized that you both had arrived at the frat. The car came to a full stop in front of the frat and was put in park.

Just as you were about to release Seonghwa from your mouth, Seonghwa held your neck and groaned, "you best keep your head there until I cum so deep down your throat that you'd choke," he ordered.

You happily obliged and returned to work him. Seonghwa's demand to make him cum only encourage you. You'd bob your head on him, fondle his balls, graze your teeth against his tip, and squeeze his dick. It proved to be very effective as Seonghwa threw his head back and began to thrust his own hips up to your mouth, wanting more.

His lips began calling out your name in moans. You could imagine his eyes screwed shut as he desperately chased his release.

It wasn't until two, three more deepthroating that he came in your mouth. You could feel his dick twitched in your mouth as his warm cum trickle down your throat. The feeling made you moan and the vibration of your voice shot up from his dick to his spine, making him shudder.

You managed to swallow all of him clean, not leaving a single drop out. After you detached yourself from his dick, you could feel that he was about to pull you in for a kiss. But you expertly evaded him and dart out of his car into the frat instead.

"Hey- wait!" Seonghwa called out, cursing and immediately shoving his dick back into the pants and lock the car to follow after you.

When you walked into the frat, you ran past San and Jongho who were on the couch, watching something on the tv. You ran straight to the staircase and aim for Seonghwa and Hongjoong's bedroom.

Maybe it was because you weren't exactly running away from him, or maybe he was really just that fast, but he caught up to you mid-step and heave you up onto his shoulder wordlessly. He sent a spank onto your ass, making you yelp loudly. The sound of your voice didn't break his focus as he immediately entered your room.

As soon as he put you down on the floor, he gripped onto your chin and kissed you roughly.

"Strip naked for me," he said against your lips before letting you go. The serious tone in his voice made you hurriedly tug all of your clothes off and simply shove them to the side somewhere.

When you finally looked up, you saw Seonghwa on your bed, naked with his cock in his hand. He motioned for you to come to him with one hand while his other one was sliding up and down his slick shaft. The sight was so arousing, you could've sworn your juice leaked out of you.

"Ride me," he ordered as soon as you arrived next to the bed. You immediately obliged, throwing a leg over him and immediately slip his dick inside your pussy. Both of you moaned loudly when you felt how he filled you up and he felt how warm you are.

"Fucking move baby, I need you so bad," Seonghwa moaned out. His hips rolled up against yours and immediately you took the hint. You anchored yourself on his chest and began thrusting yourself up and down his dick. You threw your head back at the feeling and let out a long moan.

Not wanting you to work by yourself, Seonghwa gripped your hips and began meeting your thrusts. The sudden powerful hit from his hips made your arms weak and you almost toppled over onto his body.

"H-Hwa, you feel so good," you moaned out, moving your hips faster on him. Seonghwa reached a hand up to your breast and began squeezing and playing with your nipple, adding to the pleasure even more. "You feel even better, baby," he said, tongue licking his bottom lip.

The sight of his tongue was enough to drove you almost mad. You leaned forward and crash your lips to his, locking you both in a desperate kiss all the while your hips move as quickly as it could, not minding the fact that you might be sore tomorrow. Tonight, you only thought about Seonghwa fucking you.

Both of you moved in tandem with each other. Seonghwa held you as close as he could, a hand wrapped around your waist and another grabbing onto your ass, squeezing the flesh hard. Meanwhile, you were busy exploring Seonghwa's mouth with your tongue, his own tongue would even fight you for dominance.

Maybe it was because Seonghwa had been teasing you all through dinner, but you felt yourself so close to the edge. Your pussy clenched on his dick, signalling him of your impending climax.

As if to tell you to cum, Seonghwa planted his feet on your bed and began thrusting at a pace much quicker than yours. Because you were on top of him, you could feel him thrusting deep in you, rubbing onto your sweet spot continuously until you froze and came on top of him. His lips prevented you from moaning too loud which was a shame but you couldn't really protest.

It took Seonghwa a couple more thrust into your clenching pussy before he completely emptied himself in you. Both of your cum mixing and trailing down your thighs onto his and even dropping onto the bed.

The once ferocious kiss changed to a romantic one as Seonghwa nibbled onto your bottom lip sweetly. You could feel him smile against your own lips.

"You did great, baby," he said, letting your body drop down fully on top of him. When he was about to slip out of you, you whined in protest and hugged him tightly like a koala. Seonghwa chuckled at your adorableness, he carded a hand through your hair sweetly and peck your forehead, "we gotta clean up, baby, you've got cum in you and everywhere else," he said.

You whined and buried your face onto the crook of his neck in protest, "do that tomorrow, I like having you inside me," you pouted. Though his instinct told him to remove you and clean up, he couldn't say no to you. He knew he has no power if it comes to anything concerning you.

So he defeatedly sighed and somehow covered both of your bodies with your blanket. He made sure that you were in a comfortable position before closing his own eyes to get some rest.

The last thing you heard was him telling you goodnight and then a soft peck landed on your forehead before you drifted off to dreamland.

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