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randomshyperson · 1 year

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Borderlines - Wanda Maximoff Oneshots

Summary: Wanda and the borderlines of healthy in her relationships.

Warnings: Implied Cheating, Toxics behaviors, High School, secret dating, implied smut (no description), mild angst. | Words: 1.016k

A/N-> I just forgot I had ones ready in my drive. Just loose ideas transformed into small works, enjoy! I'll try to upload once a week.

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"I'm tired of your games. To be frank, I am tired of you."

Dial this number?

This phone is not receiving calls at the moment, please leave a message after-

With a weary sigh, Wanda threw the device away, one hand covering her face as she normalized her breathing.

Don't cry. Don't cry.

A sob ripped through her throat, and Wanda got to her feet, frantically moving around the room. She collected in record time every little thing of yours that was still lying around the bedroom.

She had a box full when she finished, and a face wet with tears. She ignored her twin's worried question about her state, heading downstairs toward the garage, where as soon as she reached the car, she tossed the box into the passenger seat.

The way to your apartment was made at high speed, but Wanda couldn't worry about future traffic tickets now.

She arrived at a crowded place, used to the always busy condo of other residents. Some of them recognized her, and this only made Wanda feel even more nauseous. The box weighed heavier in her arms.

She pressed the doorbell impatiently many times, until your figure appeared with a towel in her hair, worry dissipating into irritation as soon as she recognized the figure on the other end.

"Jesus, Wanda, what the hell are you doing here?"

Suddenly, all rehearsed speech faded from her mind. Wanda noticed many things at once, easily overwhelmed by the smell of post-bath, and the amount of skin exposed by your pajamas.

Her throat went dry.

"I-I..."

You grimaced at the box. "Oh, I get it." And you looked suddenly very sad. Your hands grabbed the item away from her, and Wanda didn't have the strength to resist. She clenched her fists at the side of her body, wanting to scream without being able to form any coherent sentence to say. "If that was all it was, please go away."

The tears were back, burning behind her eyes. But this time, you had a pair too, and this gave Wanda the courage to approach. The box bumped against her stomach, and your back against the door.

"Please, just-"

You looked away. "You've said everything, Wanda. Did you forget? Yesterday, to those jerk friends of yours. I don't mean anything, so stop pretending."

"You got it all wrong-"

A hoarse laugh made her shudder. "Right, on top of everything else, I'm also dumb." You sneered, the box pushing her a few inches away as you moved the item inside, placing it on the floor. Wanda denied it, shaking her head in desperation to clear up the misunderstanding, but you put your hands on her shoulders to push her out. "I don't want to talk to you. I don't even want to see you. Go away, the least you can do is leave me alone after everything!"

She let herself be pushed out, but as soon as you made mention of moving away, her hands grabbed your wrists, holding you in place.

"Please, let me explain, Vis and I have been distant, he shouldn't be back home yet and I didn't know how to tell you-"

"I don't want to hear about it!" You squirmed, sobbing, giving a tug to free yourself from the grip. Wanda was crying too - As in her, all the moments of the past few weeks were passing in your mind. Unlike Wanda, now that you knew the truth, everything carried the idea that it was a lie. An act, a distraction. You hearing Wanda try to dispel her friends' suspicions by saying you were just a party friend, a summer fling, made everything worse. "Go away or I'll call the police."

Wanda shook her head. "I didn't know how to tell you, but everything I said was true. I'm in love with you, I want to go to NYU with you-"

"Wanda, stop!" You pulled away, crying so hard that Wanda despaired. Your escape back into the apartment made her follow you, closing the door behind her and coming closer until she could hold you again, as she had done so many times in the last few weeks, in this very room.

"I swear, detka, I swear I love you..." She assured, repeating several times until your crying subsided in her arms. She wiped your tears away, kissing your cheeks, repeating the same words like a mantra until you relaxed and responded back. Surrendering to her, as always.

Wanda is not sure who initiated the kiss, but most likely it was her. Soft at first, so as not to scare you off, but then firm and sensual, with tongue. You gasped, cheeks burning as your lower belly, and Wanda wasted no time in clutching at your thin clothes, pulling them off without tenderness.

You muttered something about your colleagues, apartment rules she should know by now, and that was the only deterrent to Wanda's taking you across the living room floor. She dragged you back into the bedroom, pushed you onto the bed, and climbed on top of you.

And she stayed and remained until the tears in your eyes were of pleasure, the whimpers were pleas for more. More from her fingers, from her mouth.

You always slept when she was rough like this. Wanda took immense satisfaction in watching you sleep, but shortly after covering you with a bed sheet, she got up to check the vibrating cell phone in her pants lying on the floor.

Vision sent her a message. The celebratory caption announced that the two of them were going to the same college they had planned for so long. She bit the inside of her cheek, typing that she was very happy for him and then that she needed some time.

She deleted the last part.

"Wan?"

Your sleepy voice made her look away from her cell phone. You gave her a tired smile, of one who was exhausted after coming so many times. Deliciously worn out. "Come back to bed."

She nodded. She forgot to answer any messages, her full attention on you.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x reader #elizabeth olsen x reader #marvel imagines #wanda maximoff oneshots

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shortpplfedup · 1 year

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Chapter 5: Wrong You in the Right Time

I feel like I say this every time, but what an episode. Revelatory in more ways than one, as we learn the story of Wen and Alan, Wen discovers that Li Ming is basically dating, and Heart's parents find out that Heart being deaf doesn't rule out teenage rebellion as a normal part of life. I ended up feeling really sorry for a lot of characters I haven't felt positively about up until now, the power of a good story!

Six years. Wen and Alan spent six years together, slowly souring. And when Wen at least got up to the point when he knew it was over, he still couldn't really end it. Man, staying in a post-breakup quasi-relationship because you still have a glimmer of hope is SO RELATABLE. When you feel like you've failed, the chance of redemption is awfully enticing. Plus, It's not so easy to untangle from somebody after six years together, even when you know the love has gone. Wen dithering for more than a year after the breakup, latching onto Alan's insistence that they can be friends, can still live together, out of guilt or grief or lack of momentum or whatever has been animating him, OOF. It's one thing to fall out of love, but that's why a clean break is always recommended. It's not fair to either party to enter this liminal space. A breakup of a long-term relationship is like a death; you need to mourn, you need to grieve. And you can't do that if you haven't laid things to rest. Maybe Wen wasn't technically cheating with Jim, but he was keeping one foot in both worlds, and that wasn't fair to either Jim or Alan. Him finally ending things properly with Alan, and leaving that condo felt like Wen growing up. Landing on Jim's doorstep though, and Jim taking him in...well we'll see.

I think the fact that there was no specific inciting incident for Wen and Alan and that things just went south over time is so instructive regarding how Wen views love vs. Jim. For Wen, you grab love where you find it and worry about the rest later. For Jim, it has to be right and things have to be clear, it can't be messy. When Jim said heartbreak in your twenties is different from heartbreak nearing forty, I'm here from the other side of 40 to tell you he is absolutely correct. Wen's 'If it doesn't hurt, it's not love' is such a young person's take, let me tell you. Not that every young person feels like that, simply that when you're young, your ability to bounce back from the hurt is so much stronger. When you get your heart broken in your thirties, you feel exhausted, like you just don't have it in you to try again. Easier to just enjoy the life you've built and close up shop, so to speak. Sex is still on the menu but it would take an extraordinary person coming into your life to make you want to get into a relationship again. Love is harder as you get older, that rings true to me at least, and you're warier of people who want to come into your life in that way.

From the time Heart and Li Ming started sneaking out, it was clear that something was going to go wrong eventually, that his parents would find out, and that everything was going to blow up. But this is actually good, this was necessary. Heart has been rotting in that house, turning everything inward, because his parents couldn't understand him even if he bothered to speak, and if they could they wouldn't listen. Watching Jintana helplessly turn to Li Ming pleading for him to tell her what Heart was saying HURT. I think in that moment she finally realises what she's done, how she and Supoch failed Heart. The timing of Heart losing his hearing is so interesting, because it lines up with those years when kids are becoming independent young adults and parents are supposed to be learning how to balance that burgeoning independence with their kids' safety and well-being. That all got stunted with Heart, it's like to his parents he didn't just go deaf he also stopped growing up. They infantilised him, they thought, to protect him, but all it caused was resentment and rebellion. And then on top of that, to not even learn his primary method of communication; you could see how it hit Jintana that Li Ming could talk to Heart and understand him when she just...couldn't. Jintana and Supoch suddenly realised what their family looked like from the outside. When Li Ming went after Heart, nobody tried to stop him, and that spoke volumes to me.

God this SHOW!

Side Dishes

Next episode looks like Jim realises the nature of Heart and Li Ming's relationship and I'm so ready to get into this! Whether Jim knows Li Ming is gay and how he feels about it has been probably the number one simmering pot of this story for me.

Li Ming basically intimating to Jim that he's cool with Wen if Jim wants to pursue that was really cute. The independent big-brother relationship he's built with Wen has been really lovely.

Similarly, Wen instantly recognising that Heart is more than just a friend to Li Ming, and just smiling watching them being cute kids in love was fun.

Li Ming getting Heart a job 🤣😭 my feels!

That moment in the middle of the argument at Heart's house when Heart turns to Li Ming to ask him what's going on because everybody is talking around him and nobody is talking to him was just...ugh.

This past year I've watched First play slutty, and I've watched First play repressed, and now I've now watched First play bitchy, and he's nailed every single one.

#moonlight chicken #midnight series: moonlight chicken #the moon is beautiful tonight #bl meta series

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sugar-omi · 8 months

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what are your general thoughts on step 3 baxter bc i was replaying OL1 and i trying hard not to cackle at the fact baxter is 19 years old in like 2016. bc all i can hear is halsey, p!atd, arctic monkeys when i look at him; it's giving tumblr, hot topic, that specific period of alt fashion. like he looks like a k-pop idol, but has a weirdly deep voice and overly formal way of speaking. like that is a rich sheltered gayboy emo nerd, not a suave daddy dom. his ass is grass and mc is gonna mow it. i'm saying i find his whole aesthetic ridiculous even tho i do have a soft spot for his fear of emotional vulnerability.

LMAOOO NO I READ THE HALSEY, P!ATD, N ARCTIC MONKEYS AND YOU LITERALLY DESCRIBED MY MUSIC TASTE IN 2016-18 PLS JUST ADD MCR AND I AM IN RUINS.....

OMG STOP "HIS ASS IS GRASS AND MC IS GONNA MOW IT" PLS I LOVE YOU YOUR /WORDS/ IM ACTUALLY CRYING

honestly the only reason i don't clown him is bc I think him being older is 🥵🫣 but yeah I had to laugh when they called me Pepe le pew and Victorian emo man

I was literally getting ready to go out the one day after playing the dlc, and was trying not to fuck up my eyeliner from laughing bc pepe le pew is abnormally funny n idek what or who that is

HONESTLY I WAS SO GRATEFUL WHEN HE CHANGED CLOTHES

I COULD GET BEHIND THE SHIRT BUT THOSE PANTS.....

take em off

OH NO WHAT DO YOU THINK HIS UNDERWEAR LOOKED LIKE.... ik in step 4 he had fall leaves on his butt but what abt step 3.... im afraid 😟

okay I totally almost forgot your question, thank god I read things like 5 times before I'm sure I'm not missing smth but general thoughts....

well first thoughts was "who tf is this flirting w my man🤨"

now it's "who let this vampire out the house" bc baxter is so pale... pls I feel like if I put a firefly on him he'd burn like?!)!&*!^!??

final thought: "are you still looking to be sandwiched" bc poly cove/baxter/mc sounds PERFECT for all my issues (will never recover from the dialogue being different if you have cove at fond or crush when you start dating baxter.....)

also I'd like to eat him, did I say that alrdy? well I'd like to shrink him n nibble on him

OH MY GOD THATS OFF TRACK OK STEP 3 BAXTER THO. ID LIKE TO GRAB HIS FACE N YELL AT HIM

knowing he's going to break my heart...... pls... 5 moments wasn't enough imma need reimbursement for this heartache

I wanna sneak into his condo and lay in bed w him and make him laugh until he falls asleep n then I wanna wake him up w breakfast and then I wanna go on a lil stargazing date n walk along the edge of the water, the water only touching his feet when the wave goes up shore

n I wanna find all his lil freckles and moles n count them n be all close n tell him he's pretty like the moon and I wanna put on some song idk the lyrics to bc it's some Spanish love song or smth and make him dance w me even tho the most I can do is spin I a circle and circle literally one hip

and I wanna take him on a long drive w his dumb metal music blasting n make him yell it out w me and I wanna feed him his dumb fries w pie or whatever it was and I wanna make him lay in the grass w me and I wanna go build a dumb sandcastle and get him a silly lil toy that's prbly meant for kids n giggle abt it for a stupid amount of time and when we get home laugh abt it some more and i wanna play my dumb instrument and sing him a dumb song n AKAJHAGA I JUST WANT A FUCKJNG COMING OF AGE MOVIE W HIM I AM JAGADFALAH LOSING MY SHIT

okay.

I'm normal 🧍 ... I like this man a Regular amount

#olba #baxter ward

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glittter-vamp · 10 months

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CHAPTER 4

Joe Burrow x Bisexual OC.

Warnings: Angsty. Smut-ish if you squint.

Word Count: 3k

Valeria gets home from work and she simply couldn't stop replaying what happened at the store over and over again in her mind. She texted Joe about how sorry she was but he was being really dry with her. Replying 'Ok' and 'We'll talk later' or even 'I'm Busy', which was annoying Valeria and even pissing her off at this moment. Valeria decides to turn off her phone and play at Joe's stupid immature game. She wasn't going to let him get to her, she was done. Joe was being childish and she didn't have to put up with that. Opening a wine bottle she pours the wine into a glass, filling it generously and makes her way to her bathroom. Debating on a bath she decides to just shower not wanting to shower first to then wait and fill up a bath, plus she was used to Joe's tub with the nice jets and room for two.

Turning the shower head on and letting the water heat up, Valeria chugs the rest of her wine like a frat boy would a beer and sets it down on the bathroom sink. After she undresses, Valeria steps into the hot shower letting the water relax her as much as possible and thinking about everything and anything that didn't have to do with Joe or even Summer because she was also clouding up her mind at the moment. It was working until she heard the door of her condo open and shut close. She had forgotten that Joe also had keys to her home like she did to his. So much for forgetting about him for right now.

"Turning off your phone? Real mature Val." Joe says walking into the bathroom disturbing Valeria's peace. She mouthed a string of cuss words for not remembering to lock her bathroom door before she got into her shower.

"Say's the one giving me one answer replies and also going basically M.I.A all day. Don't even try it. " Valeria scoffs as she lathers her body with body wash.

"I was at my parents. I wasn't going to be arguing with you while I was over there with them." Joe snaps back making Val roll her eyes.

"Whatever Joe, just let me shower in peace. It's been a long day. " Valeria says not caring to hear his excuses. She could hear him sigh in annoyance but he leaves the bathroom shutting the bathroom behind him. Though Joe was at her place waiting to continue their argument, she took her time showering before she finally stepped out drying off as much as she could before putting on her robe and drying her hair with a towel. Stepping outside of the bathroom she found Joe laying on her bed scrolling on his phone, which ticked her off even more.

"You know how I feel about outside clothes on my bed." She says to Joe who looks at her with an annoyed look before slowly standing up. Val makes her way to her drawers and searched for some underwear and pajamas.

"Took you long enough, now can we talk about what happened at the store." Joe sighs.

"I've apologized multiple times Joe and you clearly didn't give a shit so... what is there left to say? It's not my fault she did that & I didn't entertain it either." Val says rummaging through her drawers trying to find her matching pajamas.

"What do you mean It's not your fault, you didn't stop her or corrected her!" Joe argues back making Valeria scoff before turning around.

"She's not a dog or child Joe! She has no clue that I am in a relationship, much less with you." Valeria sighs rubbing her face in annoyance.

"You still could of said literally anything and respect our relationship!" Joe snaps back.

"Oh I'm sorry, am I the one that's wanted to be in a secret relationship for 4 fucking years?! Am I the one that told myself to even lie about in being in a relationship in general, because if we both start telling people we are in a relationship but don't disclose with who...people are going to assume, put two and two together and then figure out we're dating each other? No, that's you! You've never respected this relationship since the beginning much less me. " Valeria snaps at Joe.

"What does that have to do with your Ex girlfriend still flirting with you?! and don't you dare say I don't respect you Val because that's bullshit. " Joe says which made Val see red.

"Joe... if I have to lie about dating you and basically have to pretend I'm single. What the fuck do you think is going to happen? You have hundreds of girls throw themselves at you when you go out with your guys friends, in your DMs, at events and guess who the fuck has to suck it up because she knows that NONE of those people know about her and think you're this rich bachelor? Does that not seem disrespectful to you in anyway?" Val says in a calm voice.

"So it's my fault?" Joe scoffs shaking his head.

"Yes! You quite literally made your own bed and now that you have lie in it, you don't like it. That's not my problem if other people hit on me, ask me out or perceive me as single. I do my part which is ignore it and seem uninterested but I'm not going to sit here and feel bad for a stupid comment a girl I liked in college made and you clearly feel threatened by." Val finishes making Joe scoff.

"I'm not threatened by anyone." Joe says with a stupid smirk on his face.

"Then why are you mad right now if you know I'm yours? Summer doesn't know we're dating cause I followed your little 'act single' rule we've been doing for years and now it's suddenly a problem. Shit, two months ago at guy at that barbecue we were at asked me for my number and you never brought it up or got bothered by it. You feel threatened because you know as long as she thinks I'm single, it's free game with me. You never liked the idea of her and I reconciling and now I know why." Val chuckles as she turns back around and continues her search for her pajamas.

"Are you laughing because that's what you want? You're enjoying having her flirt with you again? Is this some sick twisted joke to you?" Joe asks. It was so painfully obvious he was jealous.

"No, I'm laughing because your stupid little relationship rules and paranoia are finally biting you in the ass. It's either, I tell her we're dating & risk her telling people or even selling it to a tabloid cause I know that's your number one fear or I keep pretending we are only friends, you suck up the flirting until she leaves. Those are you two options." Val shrugs.

"How about you cut her off, tell her to stay away that you can't handle being friends with her." Joe says and Val rolls her eyes.

"I already forgave her about what happened, I'm not gonna make something up and switch up on her for no reason. I'm done with the lying to accommodate you, I'm tired Joe, I can't keep doing this to myself, this isn't healthy." Val sighs.

"I told you I just needed a bit more time Val..." Joe runs his his fingers through his hair clearly stressed.

"I... can't see myself being with you any longer if this is what's going to continue to happen Joe. You're playing games with me and I'm not doing this again." Val tears up.

"You're talking nonsense Val, all because some girl you hooked up with in college is in your life again. You need to let that go." Joe scoffs shaking his head.

"This isn't about Summer, Joe! I'm not going to sit here waiting any longer for you. Either you figure out if you really want this relationship, if you really want me and you allow me to be a normal partner to you or we should simply just both move on because at this rate... it's just disrespectful, it seems like you're embarrassed of me or something or I'm just some placeholder until you find someone else." Val says, which at this point she was crying.

"So, you're giving me an ultimatum?" Joe looks at Val with anger plastered on his face.

"I'm not going to be keep paying for something that happened to you and your past relationship Joe, people already talk about us and rumors are out there-- about us being together regardless on how hard we try to make it seem we're just friends and nothing more. Even Kade and Summer brought up today that we seemed into each other. It's either stop caring and continuing our relationship, not letting people have such a weight on us, or we break it off." Val sniffles as she wipes her tears.

"I'm going give you sometime to cool off, you're not thinking clearly." Joe shakes his head.

"You do whatever you want, I already made up my mind." Val shakes her head heading back into the bathroom to change. As soon as that door closed the tears flowed out like a river and her heart felt like it was being ripped out of her chest.

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"So... it might be over just like that?" Vals friend Mateo asks as they sit in her Condo talking with all her friends over some drinks and food.

"I guess so. It's been 8 days and we haven't even sent a text to each other. He also had his event for his foundation, didn't invite me or even texted me to tell me if they met their goal or not. It's like I don't exist." Val informs them as she sips her mojito Karina had made for her with her bartending skills she learned in college.

"He's being ridiculous, maybe it's better if you two just moved on." Karina shakes her head.

"I feel stupid for wasting my time like this. I committed to him like an idiot, he could of been with other women this whole time and that's why he didn't claim me." Val sighs.

"You shouldn't say that! Like yeah it sucked that he would rather break up than to just let people know you guys are together but you guys still had your fun and I genuinely think he loves you, he's just a man who is stupid. Some relationships aren't meant to be forever." Genesis says trying to make her best friend feel better.

"Hey easy with the he just a stupid man...I mean he is but nicer language please." Mateo says being the only guy here. Making everyone laugh, he gets boo'd and he rolls his eyes at the girls.

"That being said...why don't we plan a night out? It's been such a long time since we've gone out to a club...a gay club specifically." Karina smirks and Val groans not wanting to go out anytime soon.

"I am soooo down." Genesis agrees with a big smile planted on her face.

"I'll go...but only for Val. You know how much I get hit on in those clubs." Mateo says before it gets silent and everyone busts out laughing.

"Mat, you got hit on ONCE by the drunkest man in the club that night, be serious." Genesis laughs making Mateo roll his eyes.

"You know I don't go out like that anymore." Val scrunches her faces not really feeling the idea.

"Which is all the reason for us to go out! Let's do Saturday, that way we can recover on Sunday by ordering brunch and watching Twilight." Genesis says.

"You sure you're not gay? Cause that was the gayest thing you've ever said." Karina teases Genesis making everyone laugh. Genesis flicking her off.

"So this Saturday, we're going out, rocking out with our tits and dicks out." Genesis claps making Val sigh. She knew she wasn't going to get out of going to this.

"Get you sluttiest outfit out girly." Karina smiles at Val with a wink.

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"I feel so over exposed, I shouldn't have worn this." Val shakes her head as she walks with everyone. Val was dressed in a shimmery short pink dress and strappy heels which she had been second guessing the entire night.

"No way! You look hot as shit, this dress was made for you. You look like Bratz and Barbie fucked and had you as their love child." Genesis reassures as everyone stood in line at the club. The week had past by and Val still hadn't heard a word from Joe. It seemed he wasn't even in Ohio but instead in Miami for a UFC fight with his teammates and friends which Val only knew because a few of them posted pictures of them all at south beach. Val hated the feeling that gave her, the sick feeling that he could be potentially hooking up with the most gorgeous models out there. She couldn't help but feel like this is maybe what he wanted. Maybe Joe was too much of a coward to call things off himself so he knew Val could only take so much about their secret relationship and was happy she basically called it off first.

"Helllloo earth to Valeria Rios!" Karina snaps Valeria out of her thoughts.

"Huh? Sorry." She awkwardly chuckles.

"Stop thinking about him and get your ID out cause we're about to shake some ass in there." Genesis says smacking Vals buttcheck making everyone woop, even people who were in line behind the group.

Everyone gets checked by security and makes their way into the loud and packed club. A mix of Slut Pop by Kim Petras blared though the club and you all went directly to the bar. Ordering a round of Jager shots and your usual drinks along with it.

"Seems busier than usual in here." Mateo says to Val over the loud music and Val nods in agreement. Everyone gets all their shots first and Karina does a toast.

"Here is too Women, Lesbianism and Mateo potentially kissing a man tonight again if we get him drunk enoughhhh!!!" Karina hollers as they clink shot glasses.

"Fuck off." Mateo laughs before they all throw back the shot. We grab our drinks, leaving our tabs open and head to the dance floor. They all dance with each other close to everyone else in the club, Genesis and Kelly taking pictures of all of them and posting them on their story. It got eventually go to a point in the night where everyone had lost track of the amount of drinks they were consuming and had moved to an area to sit around at.

"Oh shit...look who's coming!" Mateo slurs in Vals ear and she turns to see none other than Summer walking over to her in the dress she had sold her and some insane black stiletto heels and looking like a perfect doll. Val didn't even try to not check her out, it was clear the liquor was really starting to hit her.

"Hey you...didn't expect to run into you here tonight." Summer smirks hugging Val and waving to the rest of the group who were all surprised to see her here.

"The gang dragged me out tonight, I see you're wearing the dress you picked out at the store." Val smirks at Summer.

"Sure am, but look at you. You look like a million bucks, how you're still single is crazy to me." Summer flirts.

"Someone has caught my eye, so let's see." Val says giving her a sly smile, Summer smirking back before taking a sip of her drink.

"Are you here alone?" Val asks her.

"I was actually here with a coworker buuut he found himself a toy for the night, so now I'm solo." She nods making Val chuckle.

"You can hang with us. The more the merrier. " Val smiles.

"Cool! I'll get us another round, Vodka Soda?" She asks looking at Vals almost finished drink and she nods before Summer makes her way to the nearest bar.

"Aw shiiiit!!" Karina grins at Val.

"This night just got sooo interesting." Genesis says loudly over the music.

Val rolls her eyes at her friends and finishes her drink leaving it at the coffee table in the section of the club they were now in. Summer soon enough comes back with drinks for her and Val. Val thanking her as she takes a generous sip of the vodka soda which hit her differently than the other ones she was drinking tonight but she wasn't complaining. She was sure Summer got her a double which she always did in college when they had a night out. Everyone keeps dancing and having a good time then suddenly I'm a Slave 4 U by Britney Spears started playing and Summer immediately made eye contact with Val and gently pushed her on the leather couch to which she then started dancing for Val. Summer clearly not caring about those around her as she moved her hips to the seductive beat of the song. Val also being to inebriated to see anything wrong with this right now, she sat enjoying her old college flame being a complete flirt and basically giving her a lap dance in a club filled with people, eyeing every movement made by Summer and admiring her body getting hypnotized. Being in this trance, she hadn't realized some of her friends recording this moment to post on their stories for fun which would probably bite Valeria in the ass later. Both of them completely oblivious of that, Summer kept moving her body to the music finishing up with her straddling Val with a giant seductive smirk on her face. Summer then grabs Valeria's hands and put them on her hips to hold her in place, popping the cherry from her fruity little drink, in her mouth. Summer then leans in letting her long hair cascade over both her and Valeria's faces, lips softly connecting and Val taking half a bite of the cherry she held in between her teeth. Both of them smirking at each other with eyes full of lust as they pulled bac from one another as they chewed on the sweet fruit and Summer sat on Valeria's lap.

A/N: So...how did we feel about this chapter? Also let me know how spicy y'all want the Summer & Val or Val & Joe smut to be, I won't hold back 😏

#joe burrow fan fic #joe burrow fanfiction #joe burrow imagine #joe burrow fic #joe burrow smut #joe burrow x oc #joe burrow series #joe burrow angst

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doulayogimama · 8 months

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It's times like these when I'm very grateful for my families "Schitt's Creek" like financial downfall. We lost everything... and we had a lot. My life did a real 180 turn really fast. One year I was shopping for range rovers that my dad would buy me for my 16th bday (true story, barf, lolol) and the next I was living with my grandparents and my parents were on the cusp of divorce.

Instead of getting a job at 16, I started selling all of my expensive designer belongings on eBay. I started selling things for other people too and taking 10% of the sales. Did that through college until I started babysitting.

My family has also embraced the Marie Kondo philosophies before that lady was even born, lmao. Object brings no joy or is of no use? Yay, charity! Or maybe a garbage pile. Either way, no clutter allowed. Clutter = anxiety.

Did I think in a million years we would be in this situation, selling our gorgeous condo not even 1.5 years into buying it? Nope! But c'est la vie. Sometimes you end up with neighbors who are toxic and I can either stay because it's my right or I can sell all my shit and go because I deserve better and life is too short.

We both wholeheartedly chose plan B after realizing this wasn't going to change. I'm really grateful to have a partner that is willing to do that with me, that sees material objects the same way I do. My home is not meant to collect "things" it's meant to be a safe place. And this place where we are now.... definitely not a safe feeling place. Can we afford to buy in the real estate markets we want to live in (nyc/miami)? Nope. But we're jumping anyway and choosing adventure, uncertainty, and joy.

Kevin's mom is very much a lover of things and she doesn't throw anything away and has lived in the same house for 30 years. Sky's room is really pretty, her toys are new and high quality, and she just said "it's such a shame that all of those toys are going to go to waste." I just chuckled at our differences. I'm not going to stay in a toxic place over nice toys or a couch???? Those things don't mean anything.... they are replaceable. S gets so much more joy playing with other kids at the beach or the playground than she does with her toys. No toy has ever captured her attention for more than a week or two. So, who cares??

I don't know, I'm just grateful. My family and I went through a lot of hardship in 2008 but the resilience it instilled in me, the knowing that true everlasting joy never ever comes from things, but from people and your environment. Having a purse or shoe collection brings me no joy. Knowing I can walk away from a bad situation with dignity, despite what I may be losing materially, that does. My husband has never experienced anything like what I have but he still understands and more than that, he's excited to jump with me. He's not attached to anything but his family.

Being run out of town by racist angry neighbors is no ones idea of a good time, but I am fucking strong. My family is strong and we are moving on up. We are blessed and we will leave this place with joy in our hearts despite not having much in the material sense very soon.

#my true joy lies in my freedom #in my families health adn happiness #thats it

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lowlights · 2 years

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Listen, this is a direct result of reading this size kink with Frankie story by @letterfromvienna which is exquisite and why are you here still go read it.

I started thinking about writing size kink for Max which I don't think I've seen a lot of, and WELL here we are.

A Little Bit More

Max Lord / Max Lorenzano x f!reader ; 1.3k words (I just did this for a warm-up exercise so if you see a mistake, no you don't.)

Warnings: MDNI. SIZE KINK. Praise kink. Max being a thicc boy, just like we like him. This is post-movie but there are no spoilers or anything much resembling a plot. Fingering, discussion of oral, PinV sex without protection. This is shameless smut, as a treat.

Thank you to my loves who let me threaten them with this story. True friendship.

You never realized how big he was.

Max was broad without being intimidating; solid and warm when he hugged you in the hallway outside of your neighboring condos when you told him your book was going to be published. You laughed as you called him Mr. Lorenzano when he took the last slice of pizza during movie night, and he hoped you didn’t see his cock jump in response.

You did.

You thought your brain had to be playing tricks on you. Certainly, he wasn’t as big as the pants made him out to be. You put it out of your bain as your relationship with him grew and you were reminded how large he was in other ways. On your first date when he held your hand, you could feel for yourself how wide his palms were and how thick his fingers felt. You were certain you could wear his pinky ring on your thumb without any trouble.

You confirmed this on date number six when you pulled the ring off with your teeth, much to Max’s delight. He held your hand with his ring on your thumb while he ate you out until you came three times on his tongue.

You’ve barely left Max’s side in the two days since that night, happily snuggled against him standing in the kitchen, sitting on the couch, or standing on the balcony and watching the sunset. His body wash smells like citrus and vetiver, and it’s become the most comforting smell in the world to you. His eyes light up when you speak and you want him to kiss you always.

There are other wants, also.

Wants that both of you silently communicate as you tear each other’s clothes off and leave them scattered on the floor of his bedroom. The trail of clothes ends at the foot of his bed, where he helped you lie back gently because he just wanted to look at you for a moment.

He’s standing in front of you in his cute little plaid boxers that you know you’ll end up stealing eventually. He looks at you like he could devour you whole, and at this point, you would let him. You don’t feel an ounce of shame lying naked in front of him, his sparkling dark eyes letting you know he likes what he sees. The tenting in his boxers lets you know, too.

Then he’s kicking them off, never breaking eye contact with you. He watches as your breath hitches and you look at his long, thick cock. Bigger and thicker than anything you’ve ever taken by a long shot.

“Max, I-”

“I know. I’m sorry, it can be…a lot. Too much. We don’t have to,” he says sincerely, crawling over to you and lying down at your side.

“No, please,” you say, pulling his hand up to lay kisses on his palm. “Let’s try. I just might need a little bit more foreplay than I normally do.”

Max’s eyes light up as you suck on his middle finger and trail the wet digit down your body. When his large hand finds your leaking cunt, he teases your slit before dipping his finger in and out, in and out, each time going a little deeper than the last. Your body thrums with desire and anticipation, equal parts nerve and want. You want to be stuffed full of this man.

It’s one finger at first and then two, which already makes you feel stretched to your max. He hums in your ear as he pushes on your clit with his thumb, making you cry out. “Oh, you are doing so well. So tight on my fingers, baby,” he coos as a soft orgasm rolls over you. He drops his head down to your nipple and sucks hard as he scissors his fingers wider and wider. His mouth leaves a sloppy wet trail from one tit to the other, all the while working you more and more open.

“Max, Max, Max,” you chant without realizing it, clinging to his shoulders as he pushes a third finger in. He is barely keeping it together, trying desperately not to rut his cock against the bed. His soft tummy is sticky with pre-cum and he wonders if you would lick it off if he asked.

Your next orgasm hits you like a train, fast and loud and the kind that makes your body curl in on itself. He finally works his fingers out - when you unclench enough - and you moan at how empty you feel now.

He shushes you. “Do you feel like you can take me, baby? We will go slow.” You nod enthusiastically. “I think you are ready, too,” he says before kissing you deeply. He reaches into the bedside table and pulls out a little bottle of lube, flicking open the cap and squeezing out a generous amount onto his flushed, hard cock. You watch with greedy eyes, biting down hard on your lip.

He positions himself in between your legs, pushing them open wide. He can’t help but stare at the wetness between your thighs. You reach up to him, eager to get him back close to you. He shakes his head. “I need you to spread your thighs as wide as you can. Drop your knees down. See, just like that. Good job, bonita. So good.”

Your cunt clenches around nothing at his words. He can’t let his girl be so empty when she clearly needs to be filled up, he tells you. Your eyes practically roll back into your head as he pushes his fat cock inside of you, agonizingly slow. Even with all of his preparation, he can barely squeeze himself inside.

You try to make your body relax, but it stings and the stretch is almost overwhelming. Then he’s kissing you, cradling your cheeks with his wide hands, and reminding you to breathe. He almost pulls back out when he thinks that he’s hurting you, but you lock your ankles around his thighs and encourage him to keep going.

He does, rocking into you so slowly and letting you get used to every new inch of him. Finally, he is fully seated inside of you, unmoving as you adjust to his full size. He waits, kissing you deeply until he can feel you fully relax around him.

It’s almost like a switch is flipped. The pinch fades and is replaced by the pleasant feeling of fullness, and the stretch hurts in a good way instead of an uncomfortable way. You nod at him and he starts to move, drawing himself almost fully out of your warm cunt before pushing back in again. All you can do is cling to him as he fucks, fucks, fucks into you until you’re both a sweaty, writhing mess. He comes first, filling you with his warm cum until it oozes out around him. You come as he finishes, clamping down on him. He brings your hand down to where you’re joined so that you can taste your combined release on your fingertips. You briefly think about how good it would be to choke on his cock while he comes down your throat.

His cock softens inside of you but neither one of you want to pull apart just yet, so he rests on top of you while you run your fingernails up and down his back. His wide body and soft belly feel perfect on you. An idea pops into your head, and you want to try something out.

“Oh, Mr. Lorenzano,” you sigh out with a smile.

His cock twitches inside of you.

“Again already?” you ask as he looks up at you with blush-tinged cheeks.

His laugh turns into a playful groan, and he attacks you with kisses. You think you hear him say something about you being the death of him.

He puts his condo on the market three months later. His home is with you now.

#anyway don't look at me thanks #max lord #max lord x f!reader #ww84 #drabble #pedro pascal character fanfic

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floralcyanide · 2 years

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The Extra || Austin Butler x OC

Chapter Four

Pairing: Austin Butler x OC

Warnings: language, mention and description of alcohol, description of drinking, being drunk, passing out, austin being an asshole, hinting at innuendo

Word Count: 3011

>> yay for chapter four! we're about to hit a major plot point so buckle up buttercups. I know aus is being an absolute ass in the beginning of this, but we love to see character development, right? anyway, please enjoy this chapter! <3

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I've decided to start writing again for the first time in a year. After what happened yesterday between Austin and me, I needed to get out some pent-up emotion about the entire situation. From before the breakup to during and after the breakup until today, there have been many different feelings towards Austin and our relationship. I don't hate him- I never did. But there's still anger and resentment towards him, and even hostility because I feel he's solely responsible for our seperation. However, there's also a deep sadness for what could've been and how easily things just ended. Our relationship went out like a quiet flame. There's a touch of relief, though, because I can be who I want and not worry about someone breathing down my neck and shoving possible roles in my face at any given time. But Austin did apologize, and deep down, I think he didn't truly mean his words. He was just upset and emotional, which sometimes makes us do and say stupid things. For example, me acting like I had no idea who Austin was upon seeing him for the first time in a year. I regret it now, just as Austin regrets what he said, but it has provided an opportunity for us to at least be friends again. And what's a better way to start over than not knowing who someone is?

I'm deep in thought with my fingers flying across the keyboard. I almost miss the buzzing of my phone next to me.

Get together at my place at 6. You in?

It's a text from Austin. I find it odd that he thought to invite me to a gathering, but he agreed to try to be friends again. As much as I want to not go, I find myself getting a little giddy to see my new friends again, and maybe Austin as well.

Sure. Do I need to bring anything?

Nope. Everything is covered. Here's the address.

I lean back in my desk chair, letting out a deep breath. I guess I'll finish up what I'm writing and get ready. I have about two hours to do so. I planned on staying holed up in my apartment writing until I physically couldn't anymore. It's rare to get a craving to write like this, but it's also rare for everyone in the cast I'm friends with to hang out all at once. Everyone has been so busy lately. I reluctantly close my laptop and push myself up from the chair, trudging over to the closet. I decide it's best to wear something casual and comfortable, but nice too. It's pretty warm here in Australia, so I choose a cute sundress I have tucked away. It comes to my mid-thigh, so it shows enough but not too much. I'm not trying to impress anyone, but maybe make someone realize what they've been missing. I grab some simple sandals to go with the dress. I set my clothes aside and quickly shower, braiding my hair down my shoulder when I get out. I apply a little makeup and then get dressed. When I finish getting ready, I realize it's about time to leave. Grabbing my phone and a small bag, I head out the door and walk to Austin's condo, which is just a few blocks away by the beach.

When I arrive, Olivia and Luke are seated at the kitchen island while Dacre is fumbling with the record player in the corner of the living room. Tom has yet to arrive, but no one expects him to since he's so busy.

"Roman!" Olivia smiles and gets up from her seat to greet me when she notices my appearance, "I'm glad you made it!"

She envelops me into a hug which I accept, hugging her back. Luke nods at me from his seat, his hand encircling a glass of what I suspect is whiskey. No doubt it came from a bottle of Austin's. He is currently making a glass of something at the counter, which I'm curious about. I let go of Olivia, and she makes her way back to her seat as I walk over to where Austin is standing in the kitchen.

"What are you concocting over here?" I ask, eyeballing the numerous bottles on the counter.

"Take a wild guess," Austin glances at me over his shoulder, mixing the liquor together.

He hands the glass to me, and I take a whiff of it. To my surprise, it's my drink of choice; a Long Island Iced Tea. When I'm not drinking vodka, that's my go-to.

"You remembered," I raise my eyebrows, taking a sip. Austin had a talent for mixing everything perfectly every time.

"Of course I did," he whispers, winking at me before turning around to help Dacre find a vinyl to play.

"How many of these do you own?" Dacre asks exasperatedly from the living room.

I lean against the island, tasting my drink as Austin and Dacre banter back and forth.

"I thought you were more of a vodka girl," Luke jokes, motioning to my drink. He must've recalled me drinking vodka at the bar the first time we met.

"Depends on how I'm feeling. But I prefer a little bit of everything," I say.

Luke hums in acknowledgment, "I like the dark stuff. Austin has good taste," he says, inspecting the glass in his hand.

"I have to agree," Dacre says as he approaches the three of us, his eyes meeting mine.

The two men must've decided on an Elvis vinyl because I can hear him softly singing in the living room.

"Did he make you a drink too?" I ask with a chuckle.

"No, not yet. I meant Austin had great taste in everything, really. Including music and women," Dacre says casually.

I looked at him, puzzled, before collecting myself before someone saw my face.

"He was telling me about someone he dated previously," Dacre leans on the opposite side of the counter, mirroring my position.

"Ooh, who was the lucky lady, Austin?" Olivia wiggles her eyebrows.

"Ah, no one," Austin shrugs, "It's been over for a while. But I'd agree with Dacre and say my taste is pretty good, though," he smirks, glancing over at me briefly.

I down the rest of my drink in one go, much to everyone's surprise.

"That was a really good drink, Austin. Make me another one please?" I say, my eyes boring into his.

"Sure thing, sweetheart," Austin says, taking the glass from my hand and walking to the counter.

Dacre holds in a laugh while Luke silently takes a sip of his drink, almost as if he picked up on something he probably shouldn't mention. Meanwhile, Olivia looks at me like I killed a man.

"Are you okay, Roman?" she chuckles, "That was quite a bit to drink."

"Yep," I say, popping the 'p,' "Just wanting to feel good is all."

I turn around and take a few steps toward where Austin is at the counter, mixing my drink.

"Does Dacre know?" I ask quietly, looking around to ensure no one is watching our conversation. Luckily, no one is paying attention except Dacre, who is looking directly at me.

"Yes," Austin says, "But only because you told him," he purses his lips.

"I only told him because he somehow knew already," I eye him suspiciously.

Austin only makes eye contact with me for a moment before sighing, "Okay, fine, I've told him about you. He must've put the pieces together. I wasn't expecting him to make a comment."

I rub my temple, "Dammit. Thankfully Dacre isn't the type to run his mouth like that, or at least I hope so," I look over to see him chatting with Luke about something, "I feel like he would've told someone by now if he were."

Austin doesn't say anything and hands me my drink, looking me directly in the eye.

"What?" I ask, furrowing my eyebrows.

"I just wish you had told the truth," he says.

I sigh, taking my drink and walking back to the island where the others are. Suddenly, there's a knock on the door. Austin strides over to the door and reveals Tom with a nice bottle of bourbon in his hands.

"Hey," Austin says, and the two of them embrace momentarily, "We thought you weren't gonna make it!"

"I got done with filming just in time today. Had a moment to stop by somewhere and pick this up," Tom smiles, holding up the bottle for everyone to see.

A string of hellos comes from the group as Tom approaches the kitchen. He sits between Luke and me on the stool as Austin grabs six glasses from the cabinet.

"Would you like to do the honors, Tom?" he asks, motioning to the bottle.

"Don't mind if I do," Tom chuckles, breaking the seal.

Everyone cheers as Austin sits the glasses down, allowing Tom to pour some bourbon into them. Luke and I are still nursing our drinks, but we still take a sip of the dark liquid. I knew immediately that I'd probably be getting drunk just off the little bit of bourbon and the rest of my current drink. I begin taking large gulps of the Long Island when no one is looking. Tonight was already starting to get weird.

"Let's head to the living room and get comfortable there," Austin suggests. Everyone nods in agreement, walking over to the living room.

I sit on one of the couches, Dacre sitting on one side of me with Olivia on the other. Austin and Luke take the other couch while Tom takes one of the accent chairs. Dacre stretches and puts an arm behind me, and Austin all but glares at him. Olivia is too busy scrolling through her phone to notice Austin's eyes burning holes into Dacre's arm behind my head. Seeing Austin jealous makes me almost want to laugh. Maybe there's something still there, especially with the earlier comment about having great taste in women. I almost wish for Austin to be jealous, as bad as that sounds. Does that mean I still have feelings towards him? I'm not sure how to answer that. Tom notices I've zoned out a little. I haven't touched my bourbon, and my eyes are fixated on Austin's shoes.

"So, Roman," Tom says, and I snap my head in his direction, "When are you gonna be back on set to film?"

"Hopefully, in the next few days," I smile, finally taking another sip of the bourbon.

"I think I can speak for everyone here when I say that we've missed seeing you outside of Luke's trailer," Tom says with a chuckle.

A blush rises to my cheeks, "I'll be back soon, guys. I'm not needed outside of his trailer for now."

Austin raises an eyebrow at me, probably wondering what I'm doing in Luke's trailer. He didn't really hang out with Olivia, Luke, Dacre, and me because he had the most scenes to film out of everyone here. I never mentioned to him that we all hung out, so I can only imagine what he's thinking. But I'll let him think. Hard.

Luke must've caught a glance at Austin's face because he starts giggling from next to him, "Roman, that sounds really weird out of context."

I lift my glass up while laughing, "Get your mind out of the gutter, Lucas. You know I'm always with three other people when I hang with you."

"Yeah, but he doesn't know that," Luke nudges Austin's shoulder with his, nearly doubled over in laughter at this point.

"No more bourbon for you, Luke," I snort as I watch Austin relax, "And you, Austin, don't look so sad. We'd invite you too, but you're busy."

"Oh, I know," Austin looks down, clenching his jaw slightly, "I just didn't think you would be fucking with one of my co-stars, let alone two."

The sip of bourbon I just took almost shoots from my nose, and Olivia audibly gasps from next to me. Tom raises his eyebrows in shock while Dacre retracts his arm from behind me. Luke has a look of complete distaste on his face as he turns to Austin.

"What the hell, mate?" Luke asks, appalled that Austin would say such a thing out of nowhere.

I wasn't expecting it to come out of his mouth either. Maybe I let him think too hard. I down the rest of the bourbon without a word. The room falls silent.

"That was a dick move, man," Dacre mumbles.

I quietly get up and go to the kitchen to pour another glass of bourbon, this time all the way to the top of the glass. Just when I thought Austin had already said the rudest thing to me, he comes back with a trick up his sleeve. To assume I would sleep with even one of his coworkers was a low blow, but two? What the hell is wrong with him to think that? Also, his comment opened the door to our past that I didn't want to be opened. Now everyone is going to know we have history. I take a shaky gulp of the bourbon, not daring to turn around and acknowledge everyone in the room behind me. Suddenly, I feel a gentle hand on my upper arm. I slowly turn around, fully expecting Austin to come to say something else rude to me. But instead, it's Tom.

"Would you like to step outside with me for a moment?" he motions to the door.

"Sure," I say, not looking him in the eyes as I walk towards the entrance.

The two of us exit the condo and stand on the balcony that overlooks the ocean. Nothing is said for a few minutes as I continue to take large sips of the dark alcohol. With every gulp, my head gets fuzzier. We are leaning against the balcony edge, staring at the waves as they crash onto the shore.

"Are you okay, Roman? I know what Austin said had to have struck a nerve," Tom asks finally.

"Yeah," I breathe out, "I wasn't expecting it," I say, inspecting the now half-empty glass in my hand.

"Did something happen between you two?" Tom is now facing me as his forearms rest against the railing.

I nod wordlessly.

"Do you wanna talk about it?"

"If I tell you," I say quietly, "You have to promise to not say anything to anyone else. Dacre already knows, but no one else does on set."

"Your secret is safe with me," Tom pats his chest.

I take a deep breath and exhale slowly before answering, "Austin and I dated for five years until a year ago when I broke up with him. I've been lying about not knowing who he is. But we both agreed we'd continue to act like we didn't know each other so we could get to know each other all over again, but I guess that didn't work out."

Tom only hums in response before speaking, "I could tell there was something between you two when you looked at each other."

I finally look at Tom with complete attention, and he doesn't really have an expression on his face. Almost like he already knew. Maybe at this point, everyone does for all I know.

"How do you mean?" I asked, swirling the bourbon around in the glass a little.

"You can always tell when two people love each other by how they look at one another," Tom says, standing up straight.

"I can't say I still love him, or at least not like I used to. The reason why we broke up is that he didn't support my career. I constantly heard that my job choice wasn't good enough and that I deserved a better one because I could do it."

"Well, are you capable of it?" Tom asks.

"I don't know. But I'd rather stay out of the limelight. Besides, I'm just an extra, anyway," I say, downing the rest of the bourbon.

"Says who?" Tom furrows his eyebrows in disbelief.

"Says Austin," I say, beginning to walk back to the door.

"Prove him wrong, then," Tom says, opening the door for me, "Because you, young lady, are more than that."

I look up at Tom and nod, "Thank you."

He just smiles and closes the door behind us. The condo is silent except for the vinyl still playing. Tom and I walk into the living room to see everyone awkwardly on their phones, except Austin, who is sitting in a chair with his arms crossed. He notices I've walked in and stands up immediately.

"Roman, can I talk to you?" he grabs my elbow softly, and I yank it away.

"I'll give you five minutes," I say, trying not to slur. The alcohol began to hit me full force.

The two of us enter the kitchen, where we're out of earshot. I turn and face Austin, who looks really guilty.

"I'm sorry for saying that. I shouldn't have assumed anything or even said it out loud-"

"Sorry for saying what, Austin? I want you to repeat it back to me. And don't apologize just because you likely got scolded by everyone here," I spit, my blood running hot with drunken anger.

"I'm apologizing because I mean it. I'm sorry for saying you were fucking around with my co-stars. I'm sorry for not thinking before I speak," Austin grabs my elbow again, to which I pull it from his grasp again.

"Sorry, but I can't forgive you right now," I chuckle, everything becoming a little blurry, "For someone who is an actor, you really don't know when to not pretend, do you?"

Austin is now holding both of my arms to steady me, "Roman, what are you talking about? Here, let me take you to the guest room."

"I'm talking about you really sucking at pretending you don't still love me," I manage to get out before everything around me fades to black.

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skeilig · 10 months

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diary entry lol

had a really good night the other night, there was a party in the rec room for one of the sous chef's bday and before i showed up with my friends jim (my boss who i've been semi-secretly dating for 2 weeks for anyone who missed the memo) texted me saying "i've been here 5 minutes and someone already asked me where you are" LMAO so i show up with my friends, we have fun, jim is wearing a patterned shirt and matching patterned shorts... my friend goes up to him and asks about the fit and comes back to me to say "he said he bought the shirt and shorts separately, a year apart." 😭 anyway at some point i start hanging out with him playing flip cup and whatnot. at 11pm-ish I'm debating joining the afterparty to kips for karaoke but jim isn't gonna go bc he's opening (work at 6:30am) the next day. anyway, my friend ripley literally just drags me out of rec and i'm like "OK FINE I'M GOING" and everyone is like YAY JENNI! and they drag me down the hill to kips. jim doesn't go but he texts me "door's unlocked if you don't want to walk all the way up the hill later" 🥺 so kips was FUN (even though ripley and i did a whole slapstick routine before getting there in which i lost their ID (which they trusted me to hold onto) then they said "give me my debit card back" and then once we found the ID, ripley had lost the debit card.. somehow we lost and found both within like 20 minutes), my buddy isaiah SLAYS at karaoke, he brought the house down with "fuck you" ceelo green. later after 1am, isaiah wanted to go again but we also wanted to leave so i gave him $5 to bribe the host to bump him up in the lineup and it was a very ineffective bribe. i think we left by 1:30? should've just stayed for closing time at that point. at some point during the night i'm talking to my cabinmate maggie who previously knew about my crush on jim and i said something like "i'm not going back to the EV tonight" and she goes "ooh the jammers? no... the MCs!" [manager condos] and i go 😊 and she goes "you're fucking jim!!" LMAO anyway, walk back up the hill with my friends and i just swerve off to go to the MCs where jim lives instead of having to hike ALL the way back up the hill. i let myself in, go upstairs, crawl into bed. he kinda snuggles up to me half asleep, wakes up a few minutes later and is like "i didn't think you were gonna come" 🥺 we talk for a WHILE like long enough that he's fully awake and we hear closing time blasting from the bar across the street and we hear everyone stumbling up the hill afterward. then he's like ok my alarm is going off at 5:30 i need to go to sleep, i just got excited that you're here. so we go to sleep, he leaves for work around 6, gives me a little cheek kiss. i sleep there until like 7:30 and then go back to my cabin to get ready for work at 9. when i walk in the front door, maggie is getting ready for work and she looks at me then double takes and gives me a Knowing Look bc i'm still in my kips fit from the night before. what a night lmfao.

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jerzwriter · 2 years

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Just a couple of couple questions :)

For both pairings:

What’s the best gift they’ve received from their partner in Christmas or their Anniversary?

Do they tend to go on vacations without their child(ren)?

How do you HC their lives after retirement?

What kind of in laws are they once their kid/s bring someone home?

Hi Nonny, Thanks so much for the ask. I'm sorry for the delay. I just really wanted to give this some thought.

See answers below:

What’s the best gift they’ve received from their partner at Christmas or their Anniversary?

For Tobias and Casey, I really want to defer to the DTI AU where he restored the antique toy doctor's kit her grandfather gave her. She thought it had been destroyed, and it was, but she didn't know her Dad still had it. When Tobias found out, he found an antique toy specialist who helped bring it back to life. Casey adored her grandfather, and that was the kit that inspired Casey to become a doctor, so she lost her mind. I'm considering adding that to their HC as well, so let's go with that. lol

For Ethan and Kaycee, can I use her wedding gift instead? He knew how much she loved the water (like him). It was where they felt most at peace. So he purchases a quaint beach home in the Cape Cod town of Sandwich for Kaycee as a wedding gift. They spend many happy days there throughout their lives, and that is where they retire in the future. Needless to say, Kaycee was blown away with the generous gift.

Do they tend to go on vacations without their child(ren)?

Tobias sort of insisted that they go on one vacation a year without the girls. They adore them. Their lives revolve around them, and that's the thing... he said they always needed to remember who they were before, what brought them together. Because their job as parents was to raise these beautiful little ladies to be responsible adults who would go out into the world. When that day came, he wanted Casey and him to be just as happy together - just the two of them - as they were at the start. They're also very fortunate to have scores of people who the girls love being with, so they don't complain at all. (PS... Casey was great with this idea until the first time she had to leave her little Samantha. She was unsure. Here is a little bit about that first trip away together. After this, she was so on board.)

Ethan and Kaycee do take trips without Emma, but they are not as frequent. With the exceptions of a couple weekends here and there, they don't do any until she's around five, then they try to get away alone for a short vacation alone, but it's not all that frequent. The dynamic is just very different in their family since Emma is an only child.

How do you HC their lives after retirement?

Tobias & Casey move to Washington, DC, in my HC for them. But, deep down, Boston was their home. It's where they met and fell in love, and once Kayla is off to college, they decide to buy a condo there and keep a condo in DC where Brooke & Kayla settled. The girls aren't happy because they didn't want their childhood home sold, so Brooke and her fiance purchase the house. Once their girls have babies of their own, they decide the split arrangement isn't working for them, so they move into the Carrick family townhome that was left to Tobias and remain in DC, though they make frequent trips to NYC where Samantha resides.

They also buy a vacation home (I'm not sure where yet) that is VERY large to accommodate their three girls, their partners, and all the grandkids. Many family holidays will be spent there, as well as many vacations.

Tobias remains involved in medicine, teaching at various medical schools. But his true passion is a non-profit he and Casey create to help expose children residing in inner cities to careers available in the world of science and medicine. It's a strong mentorship program that provides educational, social, and financial support to students. A secondary mission is to bridge the racial divide in healthcare in the US. Their girls laugh that they never really retire because they put in so many hours with the organization. But to Tobias and Casey, it's not work at all, it's their passion, and it brings them joy.

They will make more time for travel and absolutely spend as much time together as they possibly can.

Ethan and Kaycee remain in Boston, though they downsize to a smaller condo on the waterfront. Emma remains in Boston, and they want to be near her and their grandchildren. But the bulk of their time after retirement will be spent at the beach house that they love so much.

Early on in their relationship, Kaycee forced Ethan to take up a hobby to relax. He began painting and found he was quite good at it. He spends a lot more time perfecting this and even becomes a popular local artist on the cape. So much for art serving no purpose!

I think Kaycee will write a lot after retirement and, of course, continue working on the causes she believes in.

Both of them will always be connected to the medical world in some way. They'd likely be adjunct professors and continue with some forms of research and publishing.

They will make more time for travel and more time to just slow down and be with each other.

What kind of in laws are they once their kid/s bring someone home?

I'll answer for all four here because the answer is the same. They will always be welcoming and kind. They know they raised strong, smart daughters, and they will trust their decisions. But... let people fuck around with their girls, and they will find out. :)

#ethan ramsey #ethan x kaycee #tobias carrick #tobias x casey

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twojackals · 2 years

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Time moves with or without you

Where to start.

We started the month with a rocky start when I pulled Anhur as my card of the week, and I already posted about that previously. Honestly after so many easy-going cards over a long period of time, I should have been more wary that something, at some point, was going to go down.

I admit I was not prepared for what followed.

I lucked out on a Nefertem pull for the week following Anhur and I gotta say, I really needed that. Healing and brightness were definitely a couple of things I needed in my life after going through the previous week (which was filled with tough but necessary things, not necessarily anything devastating it was just... time, as it were).

And I had a pretty good week, as anticipated. The card pulls, they are rarely ever wrong (and if I think they are wrong it's only because I may not fully understand).

I thought I was getting back into a rhythm of calm, but I was quickly put in my place the following week when the Sons of Heru came to visit.

A card alluding to Endings and Processes, and Protection along that path, was a tough pull, but it was made tougher by the actual events associated with it.

I don't think I could have planned for my direct manager's departure from my office. It was one of those relationships -- just a really, really good relationship, a strong bond of friendship and comradery and "us against the world (of the company, customers, etc)" -- that hearing about him leaving threw me into a spiral.

Now I already spoke about this in the Anhur post, so you can see that over there; however, the week of the Sons of Heru pull was the week he was leaving (on the Friday) and I didn't think much else of that card as a result. I admit to not going to my manager's going away party on that Friday because I didn't think I could bear it, and I also admit to being a little angry at him. I wouldn't have had fun. I would have started work at 6:30am and not ended up leaving the office until 8pm. No matter how much alcohol was involved, that would be way too much 'work'.

So I stayed home. And that was when the real ending began.

I received a phone call from our leasing agent. Our Landlord owns the condo and rents it to us through a realtor essentially. It turned out, the landlord wanted to come back and retake the condo, because our rent supposedly (it's a lie I'm sure of it) wasn't covering enough of the mortgage and it would make more sense for them to live in it.

Anyone who knows me, knows we have moved something like 10 times in 14 years. This was the first time we had been secure in a long-term place (for 3 years), and we were enjoying that. We had no intentions on moving, and we definitely did not have the money saved up to do it. Nevertheless, even though the leasing agent was being wishy-washy giving us the "maybe he will maybe he won't" non-committal garbage (a tactic to get us to leave so we will vacate and they will rent it out at a higher rate I'm sure, but unfortunately, when you have mental health issues, it works), and despite being broke, we decided to start looking for a place immediately.

We live in a place with 0.5% rental availability and the majority don't take pets. The ones who do, limit to one pet, and there might be parking for 1 car if you're lucky for an additional charge (sometimes included). Us? We have 2 pets and 2 cars. So take that 0.5% rental availability and just divide it a bunch of times, and that was our window. On top of that, due to my disability, I need to overlap rental apartments by 1 month (which means we will rent our current place and our new place for an entire month) in order to reduce what would otherwise be anxiety levels that could put me in the hospital.

It was frustrating to begin this search because honestly we were losing places before we even had a chance to see them. Most ads we responded to ignored us (probably they received such an overwhelming response), despite my doing up a beautiful rental resume with literally every detail in good standing that a landlord could ever want. The ones that did respond scheduled us in for viewings, only to contact me hours before and tell me we lost the place to someone else.

The first place we actually got in to see we a joke. We clearly explained to them on the phone that we needed parking for 2 cars. The woman on the other end of the line said "Oh, well, maybe we do, I will have to check... we can probably do something", and I said ok let's get in to see the place. Again they contacted me mere hours before the showing to tell me not to bother as it had been rented, but in a stroke of good luck we were updated a bit later that the interested party pulled out. Weird, but I'll take it. I then again reminded the person I was calling, that we needed parking for two cars and to please make sure that it was sorted.

She acted like she was speaking to someone from outer space. "Ohh," she drones, "I think we have nothing extra. I can check it. We can find out."

Angry, I admonished her through pointing out the fact that we clearly in no uncertain terms explained this was mandatory. What did she think we would do, sell our second car? We can't afford the rent without two jobs, and our two jobs don't start at the same time and are not in the same place. Public Transit is out for me due to disability. She then again started drawling it out "Well we'll check, we can check" and I said "Check... now." and she hurriedly said she would do so and check me back.

I waited awhile, way too long for someone who is actually a professional management company to check to see if they have a second parking spot available for us. What exactly are they keeping the records on -- napkins? Did she have to go around to each parking spot and see if a car was in it? (what if the people weren't home?) What could possibly take so long for what should have been a quick check of parking records.

Finally I texted her to let her know I'd have to leave in 10 minutes and needed to know for sure. She told me to come anyway as "I may not even like the place". That didn't fill me with enthusiasm but, again, for all the reasons posted above, we didn't have a lot of choice. So I take the drive down to Surrey, middle of the day, taking hours off work, to see this place where there 'should' have been two parking spaces available 'somewhere'.

I don't think I have to give you any guesses to where this is going to go.

Of course there were no fucking parking spaces, this whole damn thing is a bloody charade. To what end? I have no bloody clue. I arrive on site and can't find the rental office -- finally when I find it through texting, I am greeted by two very stern-looking individuals who have zero sense of humor and seem incapable of smiling even a little for the sake of basic human interaction, which my disabled brain interprets in the worst possible sense. On top of that, the one showing me the apartment can't stop staring at my damn headscarf and I start quietly wishing I had left it at home (but why the hell should I!).

The apartment was 'fine'. We could have lived there. But again, like I said, there were no parking spots. Even though I had asked multiple times for them to make sure there were 2. One would be available, one not. I asked, can we park in visitor's parking at least until a spot can be located? "Wellllll...." she droned on, "you're not supposed to."

You're the damn building manager, you get to set what we can and cannot do. You dragged me the hell down here. You figure it out! And basically that's what I told her, but in kinder words: we need help and need them to give us suggestions. Do they know of street parking around? (I couldn't find any that would be reliable myself). Can they make an exception to visitor's parking? Can they do anything that would warrant dragging a person down here in the middle of the damn day to see this shit-hole? (again the place is 'fine' but these places are definitely what some people might describe as 'ghetto').

So she walks me back to the rental office but stopped me well outside the door. The fact that I was not being invited in was a bad sign and I knew it. I resort to begging. I tell her we're amazing tenants. We have fantastic credit. We did not lose our jobs in the pandemic. We have never missed a rent payment in our lives. We are the best you can possibly get for this unit, all you have to do is find us a parking space.

With an expressionless face, she shrugs. "I can check again."

Because 'checking' worked so well the first time.

I asked her, please do not rent this place to someone else before you really do check. She agrees. "Ok, ok," she says.

I then go to my car and literally start calling around to other places. As I thought, they ghosted me and never followed up again.

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So that was a pretty big blog post, and I'm going to write the second part, just... in a bit maybe. In a separate post. Join me back here either later today or maybe tomorrow when I talk about the next step of this overall journey.

#personal #blog #moving #apartment #rental #vancouver #british columbia #kemet #kemetic #kemetic orthodox #nefertem #anhur #heru

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uncloseted · 2 years

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i'm 22 but i'm still living with my dad, and i feel pretty embarrassed about it. i have a part time job online but i don't have a car so my dad drives me to school. my dad has his own place but my mom who lives out of state feels the apartment we are living in (small apartment building) is unsafe when she was living there due to a lot of people coming in and having parties and smoking weed. i used to live on my own in a room but since my mom moved it's easier for me to live in the condo we have.

part 2) i feel quite embarrassed to still be living with my parents (kinda) and relaying on them so much at my age. how do i convince them that i can live on my own and be safe? my parents are quite protective of me as their only child, and i feel like i lost some valuable experience learning to do things on my own. in our culture its normal to live with family until marriage but we live in the U.S and im embarrassed by my lack of experience in adult life.

i work online part time only 2 days a week, and make about 400-500 dollars per month. this is not enough to cover my full rent or the mortgage (when i move back) so they are still paying and help me with everything. i wish i had a car and know how to drive but we've been so busy as i finish my degree next year. i am very grateful for them for everything and i know a lot of parents wouldn't do the same for me, but i know i need to grow up.

my parents are not together nor do they seem to have many friends or hobbies they do on their own, so they mainly just focus on me. they are very loving and they understand i need to do things on my own, but i have to be more independent. they are helping me to be more independent but they want to live near me even when im married which is normal in our culture, but i dont know if my partner in the future will like it. how do i tell them to let me leave the nest faster? im the same 22 y/o anon

So first things first, living with your parents at 22 is actually super common right now. As of 2021, almost 57% of 18-24 year olds in the US live with their parents at least some of the time. My partner was actually 22 years old and living with his parents when we met, and I didn't think anything of it. It actually ended up being a great situation for me because I got a bonus set of parents that I otherwise wouldn't have spent time with.

That said, I think becoming more independent and getting some adult experiences is a good idea. Are there ways that you can start slowly asserting your independence without freaking your parents out? For example, you might start biking or taking public transportation to school instead of getting your dad to drive you (if that's an option where you are), or taking on more household responsibilities, or working outside of the house a few days a week so that you can become more financially independent. Maybe you can start staying over at friend's houses every so often so your parents get used to you being elsewhere. If you begin to gently show them that you can take care of yourself, they may be more comfortable letting you leave the nest.

It may also be worth sitting down and having an honest conversation with each of them about your goal of being more independent. It may be a difficult conversation to have, but it might be necessary if nothing else is working. Let them know what you told me- that you really appreciate everything they've done for you and that you understand that they've gone above and beyond to help you out, but that you want to be more independent so you can grow up. They may not like it, but it's possible they'll understand and at least let you try.

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sesmantelar · 10 months

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really thinking about the next stages of my life. I need to keep in mind that with whateer decision I make, that is not permanent nor is it the rest of my life and I can change things at any point. A part of me is very comfortable here in north carolina, and I really do want to keep it as one of my bases. the problem is, I don't have enough nor will I have enough money in time to deposit on a condo here. maybe if I can figure out my financial situation quick, I will be able to establish an actual solid base however, I need to get serious asap if I want that to happen.

I also need to remember that I can have my dollhouse and life anywhere - it's me that brings that energy and aura, not necessarily the location.

I want to get a new car. I think this is the year to do it as well because if I buy a new car like as my christmas gift to myself, I can work hard to pay it off in full prior to moving to europe, and then just have her shipped to whichever country I'm going to graduate school in.

I have an interview for another PRN job because I'm going to need my options lined up - and I want to be able to do overtime way closer to home (easier on me and my sanity, especially since it will be night shift work). I think the goal I will keep in my head is that if I can power through my online degree in the next few months as well as utilizing my overtime pay to compltely remove me from debt and get my savings up to where they need to be, I will buy the 2023 Mercedes GLA SUV for my christmas present to myself. it would be perfect! returning from my malaysia/japan trip and treating myself to my dream car! it will be such a proud moment for me because I never would have thought I would see the day. but before any of that, I need to check off the main requirements for purchasing her: get my credit score back to excellent, other than student loans take all my debt down to zero FAST, have savings up to 20k, be almost complete with my degree by january 2024, get an excellent score on the GRE, have an art business up and running, and submit art weekly to galleries as well as have neo and nova up finally, and be working towards your gold moves in the field by december. if all is achieved, trust and believe my beautiful (hopefully the rose gold!) mercedes will be under my tree this christmas. this is another thing im keeping to myself - love how I dont want to post my accomplishments anymore - I genuinely believe that the evil eye is real and I want no parts in negativity in my life.

outside of that, Ive been really inconsistent with my eating so starting today, Im doing OMAD and relying on low carb tea to last during the day, and the goal is to have a veggie/protein dinner once a day for nutrition and so I can start rebuilding my skating muscles/ stretngth. I have been a bit better about hydration, and I hope to make it habit that I will stick to again. the only thing I'm missing in this final equation for weight loss is exercise. if I start denying snacks again, finishing my fasts all the way through, drinking my iced lemon water (preferably up to a gallon), eating enough protein and doing the pilates videos I wanted to do, I know my body will come together in literally two weeks. I'm scheduled to leave work at 3 today but I'm planning on staying until 7 unless I really really want to go home at the end of the day. regardless, I have to use the time to stretch deeply, get my mobility back on track, ankles strengthened, muscles warmed up and ready for tomorrow. I'm likely going to get home, golden, do a pilates workout and stretch/do a mobility routine, do my evening self care, tune and practice the harp for tomorrow, and do the finishing touches on both drawings - submitting them to the gallery today, put all my clothes away, clean the entire apartment and do a quick mop.

at work today, I'm going to be studying for the GRE, reading a little bit of my book, researching more Swiss universities, and watching the business videos/working on my business stuff, rescheduling stuff that is happening tomorrow, and I want to start working on my colombia travel video. when I get home, I want it to be ice prep time, art time and harp time - as well as re setting my space. depending on how I feel, I may stop by the mall after work to pick up a new wall scent or candle because this mahogany taekwood wall scent does not smell appropriate for the dollhouse.

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tailingstripes · 1 year

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"How well the books are selling today, Mrs. Grimm?" I smiled, entering the bookshop I always visit every Sunday after school since the seventh grade.

"Well good afternoon, sweetheart! It's terrible!" Mrs. Grimm laughed.

I sat at the chair front of the table near the window and place my backpack beside. I look around, seeing a few people, mostly adults, open books that interested them and then they placed it back the shelf. Without buying anything from the inside, they'll leave.

Just as everyday.

I saw Mrs. Grimm walking towards me and grabbed a chair to sit on. It was a while when I noticed a newspaper she's holding.

"Interesting news?"

Mrs. Grimm's eyes narrowed. "You really know the look on my face,"

I chuckled. "Mrs. Grimm, it's written."

She laughed, just as always, a music to my ears.

Her old age, her wrinkles on the face, her wityness, the pink clip she wore in a ponytail, never fails to make me feel home.

Mrs. Grimm is my best friend's grandma, my best friend who died three years ago due to an accident that occured to a condo where she was staying at with her older brother That time I heard the news, I couldn't sleep for months. I grieved for almost a year, and until now, I know I never really moved on. But I also know that I had to go on.

"Now, now, let's see the news, sweetheart!" Mrs. Grimm was laughing, changing the subject.

I lean forward and look at the headline of the newspaper she's holding.

Clover Lewis, a rising star of the year!

My heart almost dropped, it does skip a beat, reading the headline. It's like there's something heavy in my chest, heavy and empty. I don't know, but it felt like it.

"Clover, that kid...that's why he left this town, huh? To become an artist?" Mrs. Grimm took out a scoff.

My lips formed a smile I never know I could make as I saw his face under the headline looking like a prince waving to people, with lights flashing all around him as he's on the red carpet in a black tuxedo.

"I thought it was a new news," I let out a sigh.

"Sweetheart, you knew about this? Why didn't you tell me?"

My smile faded. I slowly look down and stared at my lap. "I'm sorry, I never thought you'd like to know about him since he left this town. Besides, we have no television as you are too, Mrs. Grimm, but if I have time, I'd go over a friend's house to watch his shows or films...I..." I sighed. "Sorry, Mrs. Grimm."

Mrs. Grimm stared at me, I savour the silence between us until she smiled and spoke.

"Clover is like a grandson to me, just as you are a granddaughter to me, Asha. You two make my life brighter ever since my two grandchildren died in that accident."

Silent as I was while listening, it's starting to get loud in my head. I've only got myself to blame for not telling her.

Mrs. Grimm sighed. "Alright, tell me the reason, sweetheart. It's not like you think I'd never would've like to know about him being an actor in a big showbiz world, you know how much I'd be."

I swallowed my saliva, starting to speak. "Clover reached for bigger dreams, and I think he wouldn't like to inform people he'd known in this town that he's now successfully pursuing his career. He somehow hated this town for the reasons he wouldn't tell me...I didn't tell you because...because Mrs. Grimm, I hated him for it." A soft touch of the wind blew my hair to my cheeks as I placed it at the back of my ear. "I don't want to open a topic about him, I know I'll bring that up."

"Why would he hate this town..." Mrs. Grimm absent-mindedly asked the air.

"I asked him before he left, but he also hated me for asking. He wanted to forget everything in here, like this town never existed. Like I never existed."

"Asha, sweetheart, what happened between you two?"

I slowly lifted my head to look at Mrs. Grimm's eyes. "I don't want him to leave, Mrs. Grimm. I tried stopping him, and that's the wrong of me."

Mrs. Grimm held both of my hands, stuffing it in hers. "It's his dream, Asha. You just can't stop Clover for pursuing something. You won't want to see him regretting everything for the things he didn't do."

"I was selfish for that," I took a deep sigh.

Mrs. Grimm smiled, she touched my hair. "I'm sure he'll forgive you, Asha. It's Clover." My eyes stopped at Mrs. Grimm. "Your best friend."

"I don't know,"

I stayed for two hours in the bookshop to help her and went straight to our house. My father was cooking something, and smells like a chicken soup.

He noticed me and invited me to sit. Then he asked if I was from Mrs. Grimm's bookshop and I told him I was.

"How's Mrs. Grimm? Doing good?" Father asked, stuffing rice in his mouth.

I chuckled. "Dad, I told you to refrain yourself from speaking while eating. Didn't I tell you? And yes, Mrs. Grimm are doing good. You should visit her some time after your work."

"I'll do that, I'll do that."

The dinner table was full of laughter between us two. I can't help to think that it'll be more filled with laughter if only mom was alive.

"Big day tomorrow, sleep early!"

"Got it, you too, dad!"

I closed the door of my tiny room and squatted at the floor. I stumbled upon my old notebooks and diary. My eyes linger through every words I've written years ago as I open pages. There's words that caught my attention in the last page.

There's something in Clover's eyes I couldn't quite explain. Should that feeling spout a word? It feels weird and exciting. It's like a glitter or spark.

My eyes narrowed. I quickly closed the notebook and breathe, I feel like panicking when I should not. I placed the notebook inside the drawer but it just leads to another thing I would revisit through my memories.

A picture dropped.

A picture where it all started.

Me and him.

#writing prompt #oneshot #taylor swift #fanfic #dorotheataylorswift #bloomiepaige #Spotify

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gatteun-mam · 1 year

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i cried watching a donbelle movie, and i went to see my sister's favorite artist live

Since my on-site schedule was from Wednesdays to Fridays, I found myself buying an American-style breakfast last Friday at around 8-ish AM. I must have been busy that I didn't have my usual mini social media breaks in between finishing tasks. There were only two of us who reported that day and it was around 6 when my friends picked me up from the office.

We headed to SM Aura to meet with our other friend to watch the movie he was a part of (he was in advertising!) He treated us to dinner and we paid 500 for the movie. I still can't believe a movie would cost 500 pesos now! Anyway, he warned me that I'd probably cry but I ended up crying during the family dialogues. Thank God there were only a few people catching the last showing. After the movie, it was impossible to book a Grab so we ended up walking from Aura to Funhan and try booking from there. It was around 11:30 PM and we still weren't able to get a car so we walked again going to our friend's condo unit where I was able to book a double drop-off ride.

I reached my walking goal that day of 10k steps.

Nothing major happened on Saturday but I was finally able to put away my laundry. I just slept the whole afternoon after lunch.

Today I woke up at around 8 AM and told myself I'd leave to queue for Clinton Kane's meet and greet at around 10 AM. I got out of bed by 10, ordered myself Jollibee, and waited until 12 noon to help out a friend get tickets for a fan meet. I booked my Angkas and got to the venue at around 12:30. I was 143rd in line. It didn't matter, I'm not familiar with the artist, but my sister's a huge fan! I felt bad that I wasn't able to get her tickets to his concert (but it got canceled anyway!) so when she sent me a screenshot that he was going to host a free show, I made sure to go.

SO I ENDED UP MEETING HIM. AND HE GAVE ME A SMALL HUG.

I was also on call with my sister the whole time and he was able to say hi to her. I was planning to wait until he played 2-3 songs before I bounce but ended up staying the entire time. I took videos for my sister and after the show, booked another Angkas ride. I arrived home, took a shower, had McDonald's delivery and took a nap.

I'm kind of awake now and I don't want to stay up late since I'd be going to the office tomorrow.

Kind of a productive weekend, I guess?

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thedaveandkimmershow · 2 years

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The other day I wrote about where I was gonna place the second cat figurine in Susan's memory.

Of course the devil's in the details.

Here's what happened:

Yesterday was our thirtieth wedding anniversary which we celebrated in high Disney fashion. Actually started at 7AM when Linzy joins the virtual queue for Guardians of the Galaxy Cosmic Rewind on her phone. Then around ten we're in Epcot for a bit of exploring the World Showcase. We go up the left side (Mexico, Scandinavia, Germany) whilst Linzy goes up the right side (England, France, Italy, Morocco, Japan) looping around to meet us.

Around noon we're off to that water park, Typhoon Lagoon, for our first venture into serious relaxation. Then back to Epcot to do the Cosmic Rewind ride that's an absolute revelation. Then we continue to Animal Kingdom for anniversary appetizers, wine, and cake at Nomad Lounge while Linzy rests up back in our condo rental. By the time we're finishing our cake, she joins us and we all take one last turn on Avatar Flight of Passage as the park closes.

So.

By the time we wind up in the Magic Kingdom, it's a bit passed 8:30. Full dark out. Main Street U.S.A. packed its entire length with families awaiting the fireworks extravaganza at 9.

And what we discover over the next half hour or so is that

1. It's like moving through a pool filled with molasses walking through a crowd like that, and

2. Disney has cordoned off the space completely around Cinderella's Castle in preparation for the show. As in, there's no getting near it.

Whoops.

Did not actually see that coming.

My plan then becomes to see what's possible at park closing. 10PM. Because surely then the park will allow visitors to flow through and around the castle.

Which, ultimately, yes. The castle opened.

Now, while it's not our intention to make sure the cat figurines are never found, I still don't want mine found right away. Meaning nothing in the front of the castle's a good plan.

I also have it in mind to tuck my cat into tall grass as Linzy's done with one of her cats.

Fortunately, I find a patch of tall grass pretty quickly, take a coupla photos of my last cat in front of the grass, and then tuck it in the soil between the grass and the castle wall. Hidden. Until the next round of landscaping. But hidden never-the-less.

It's a job as well done as I can make it.

It's only afterward, by the way, as I walk away from my handiwork, that I turn around to take in the entire scene, the context into which I placed this remembrance.

And right then it hits me.

You see, next to the grass is a wrought iron, ornate bench. Across from the bench is a bronze fountain. And between them, the wide open path through FantasyLand.

And in that moment, the image of Susan sitting on that bench appears in my mind's eye.

Susan.

Right there. On the right in front of the tall grass with her back to the staircase.

Susan.

Relaxing. Casually enjoying the fountain across from her. Indulging a bit of people watching because people watching here always pays off.

And ultimately...

Susan.

Waiting for us to return from the Seven Dwarves Mine Train ride on our way home.

On our way home.

All of us.

Leaving the Magic Kingdom together.

I don't know where that came from, that completely rendered scene. It was a bit of complete this picture, I think. A sort of mental fill in the blank.

Which, it turns out, my mind was pleased to do.

So.

Wherever it came from, whatever conjured it...

That scene is a gift.

One for which I'll be forever grateful.

☺️

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