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twenty four hours (modern!eddie munson x fem!reader)

HOUR ONE

in which eddie munson and you absolutely hate each other's guts. what happens when your friends make a bet that you can't spend more than twenty four hours consecutively together?

→ tropes: enemies to lovers, forced proximity, slow burn

→ warnings: strong language, eventual smut, upside down does not exist, minors dni, excessive use of pet names (to annoy reader), excessive use of fuck (again, to annoy reader)

→ pairings: modern!college!eddie x college!fem!reader

→ wc: 3.1k+

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HOUR ONE - 4:00 PM

You had a lot of regrets. You were a college student – it was hardwired in your psyche to make an endless stream of stupid decisions you would come to rue.

There was that time you signed up for an 8 AM math class during your freshman year. There was the time your boss walked in on you spitefully gossiping specifically about him and his lack of leadership skills (you had been fired the next week, no surprise). There was that time Steve Harrington convinced you to get matching tattoos with him while drunk last summer, and now you had to explain to each new person you met why you had a ghost giving a thumbs down with a speech bubble stating ‘BOO’ on your ankle.

You had made plenty of dumb mistakes, enough to last you a lifetime.

But this? This had to take the trophy home for your worst impulsive decision yet.

“I’m not going in there,” you huff, crossing your arms as you lean miserably against the wall across from the open door of apartment 2C. An apartment you’d avoided ardently over the last year. To the point of even braving severe FOMO after turning down hanging out with your friends, solely because they’d be hanging out here.

“C’mon,” Steve stands in the threshold, waiting impatiently for your tantrum to end. You had to hand it to him – he had a way of being beautifully tolerant of your misbehavior over the years. All your sour moods, all your childish antics, all your moody mornings. Steve was there for them all the last three years, “Five hundred dollars, remember? You just have to survive a day, and then you’ll be rich.”

There it was – the only thing that could possibly motivate you to make such a catastrophic agreement with alcohol and drugs out of the equation. Money.

It had taken nearly an hour for everyone to agree on the terms the night before when the bet was first born, but in the end, it seemed fair enough to all involved parties. The wager was five hundred dollars for you and five hundred dollars for Eddie if you two managed, partially funded by your friends pooling their money and partially funded by the Harrington Inheritance. The two of you would set base in Eddie’s apartment, considering you were living in the dorms, and you were instructed to send hourly proof to the group chat. A group chat, that ironically, Eddie was not a part of.

You’re not sure why. You never cared to ask.

Regardless, five hundred dollars was a lot of money to a broke college student. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d managed to keep more than one hundred dollars in your account for more than a few hours. It was the kind of money that could pay for a few months’ worth of groceries, that would give you the freedom to properly go out rather than settle for another night in with movies your friend group had already seen ten times over. The kind of money you would probably flounder with once it was in your hand.

“And if I don’t survive?” you sigh dramatically, leaning further into the wall, your bag you’d packed for your time growing heavier in your grasp, “What if, he, like, murders me, Steve?”

“He’s not going to murder you.”

“You don’t know that.”

“If he was going to, he already would have.”

“I’ve never been around him long enough to give him a chance! What if that’s the only reason he agreed? What if this was his plan all along? He gets me alone for twenty four hours, I mysteriously disappear, and next thing you know, they find my body in the local canal-”

“While I’m flattered you think so highly of me that I would be capable of planning something so extensively,” the devil himself appears behind Steve’s shoulder, looking to be just as irritated as you, “Harrington’s right. If I wanted you dead, you’d be dead by now.”

“Right. Cause that’s reassuring,” you snap in Eddie’s direction.

Steve takes a deep breath, no doubt mentally preparing himself for whatever bickering is about to ensue as he sidesteps so he’s not stuck in the middle of your line of fire.

“Listen, are we doing this or not? Because if not, I’ve got shit to do,” Eddie glowers at you, tapping his foot impatiently.

You hate him. You really, really hate him. In the most earnest sense of the word. He was impossible, he was cocky, he was obnoxious. And it never helped that he hated you just as much, always adding fuel to the fire. From the moment the two of you had met, it was instant friction. You said go, he said stop. You wanted pizza, he wanted Chinese. Every time a small, mundane decision had to be made as a group, he’d be sure to announce his opinion, always the opposite of yours.

You’re convinced he solely exists to be the bane of your existence. It’s probably the best part of his day.

“Five hundred dollars,” you mutter under your breath, finally lifting your bag and leaving your spot against the wall. It was now or never. If you didn’t get this over with now, you’d walk away and be army-crawling financially through life again. You needed the five hundred dollars more than you care to admit.

It had to be worth it. It had to be.

The moment you enter the apartment, you’re hit with the scent of him. Something musky, something of subtle spice. It’s all tobacco and pot, cheap cologne and boy. It’s easily overwhelming, and you almost turn around to make a cheap shot at Eddie regarding it before Steve shuts the front door and engages him into conversation.

Maybe you’d get used to it within the first few hours.

The rest of the apartment is decorated exactly how you’d expect from Eddie. There’s a certain messy quality to it all without being dirty. The couch looks worn, probably having not been brand new to begin with when Eddie found or bought it. There’s a coffee table covered in random papers, joined by two empty beer bottles and a couple of random dice. He has a TV, albeit small, and the entertainment center that it stands upon is littered by various nerdy collector’s items.

“Welcome to my palace,” he calls out from behind you, no longer distracted by Steve, “Sorry if it’s not up to your standards.”

“It’s fine,” you gruffly reply, turning back around to look at him, “Where, uh, can I put my things?”

The wicked grin that slowly spreads over his face can only spell out bad news, “Wherever. You’ll be sleeping on the couch.”

“Dude,” Steve sighs.

“What? It’s a one bedroom apartment, and I’m not giving her my bed,” Eddie explains as he brushes past the two of you and heads for his kitchen.

If it were anyone else, you’d insist that it’s fine. Practicality tells you that he shouldn’t have to give up his bed. It’s his apartment, his room, his bed – in short, his rules. But it’s Eddie, so the fact that he’s made this decision without you only stokes the burning coals of disdain. Plus, the couch looked like the farthest thing from comfortable.

“Whatever,” you scoff. You weren’t going to let him know he was already creeping beneath your skin. You were playing the long game here; you were going to start off civil, keep track of just how many offenses he committed against you, and then strike back. “It’s just one night. I’ll live.”

“Unless I murder you!” his voice calls out to you and Steve from the kitchen.

“Unless he murders me,” you agree with a scowl.

Steve puts a caring hand on your shoulder, forcing a frown that’s completely insincere before he says, “What do you want on your gravestone? Also, what’s your preference for flowers at your funeral?” He breaks into laughter as you smack him roughly on his shoulder, “Sorry! Sorry, geez. Just want to have all my ducks in the row. I’ll be sure to ask him the same thing.”

Part of you is absolutely convinced this can only end in bloodshed. You can’t recall a single time you and Eddie have lasted more than ten minutes in a room together without escalating into a full blown screaming match. There was even a time you’d thrown a glass at him at one of Steve’s parties, narrowly missing his head as he’d ducked and let the glass shatter against the wall of the shared apartment with Robin. You’d felt awful remorse towards Steve in the end. As for Eddie? You’d only wished your aim had been better.

Steve disappears into the kitchen and you’re left alone once more, wandering as you inspect some of the collectibles more closely by the TV. Most items were from the Lord of the Rings franchise, a few Star Wars items, and an abundance of D&D figurines. All things that you went through phases of piqued interest for, but nothing terribly exciting. They had been just that – phases. Apparently, when it came to Eddie, such things didn’t exist. The apartment really just looked as if someone had taken a teenage boy’s room, and let it explode over more extensive square footage. As if he entered the typical phases for boys his age in high school, and never grew up.

Just as you reach out to grab one of the D&D figurines, a three-headed dragon, Eddie enters the living room with Steve at his side.

“Hey! Don’t fucking touch that!” Eddie shouts, making you jump back, finger no longer hovering over his glorified action figure.

“Jesus Christ!” you shout back just as loudly, glaring up at him, “Ever heard of an inside voice?”

He completely ignores the comment as his nostrils flare and he stands between you and the entertainment center, “We need to set some ground rules. Rule one, do not touch my shit, especially this stuff. They’re collectibles, fucking rare and crazy expensive. Keep your hands to yourself, princess.”

The nickname is a match, striking against the roughness of your hatred, ready to burst into the flames of one of the classic screaming matches between the two of you. Steve can see it clear as day.

He clears his throat immediately, “Alright, alright. Calm down, children,” you open your mouth to argue against that nickname, but he doesn't leave pause for you to interject, “I’m leaving now. I know we joked about you two killing each other but…. Just, please don’t? It’s not worth it. Think of the money.”

Eddie’s jaw clenches, his eyes unmoving from you as you muster up just as hateful of a glare.

“Hey! Are you two listening to me?” he claps his hands, and the staring contest ends as you both reluctantly offer him your attention, “I’m serious. Who knows? Maybe you two can come out of this friends.”

Friends. The mere idea makes you cackle cruelly, Eddie balking immediately.

“As if,” you sneer as Eddie spits, “Over my dead body.”

Steve simply shrugs, “You say that now. We’ll see what changes over the next twenty four hours.”

Nothing, you want to say. Nothing is going to change over the next twenty four hours, except I’ll be five hundred dollars richer.

You join Eddie in walking Steve back to the door, even though you technically don’t have to because, technically, it’s not your apartment. But it’s still the polite thing to do, and Steve is still your friend, so you do.

Eddie opens the door, and you stand a few steps away from them, shifting back and forth on your feet awkwardly. Steve pauses to check the watch on his wrist before turning and facing the two of you a final time.

“Alright, so, it’s currently four-fifteen. That means you-” he pauses and points directly to you, “-need to send proof of you both being alive, well, and still together at five-fifteen. You guys can leave the apartment, but you have to go with each other, and you can’t ditch each other wherever you might end up going. Capiche?”

“Capiche,” you answer in monotone, Eddie not saying a word.

“Good. Oh, by the way,” Steve already has one foot out the door, and you know it’s deliberate. Whatever he’s about to say, you’re not going to be happy about, “Expect randomized calls from all of us throughout it all. Including through the night. Cool? Cool! See you guys tomorrow, and keep your phones charged!”

Both you and Eddie are already attempting to argue, immediately upset by this detail that was kept from both of you, but Steve is already jogging down the hallway, away from the chaotic outburst.

“What the fuck?” Eddie says in annoyance, his face twisted terribly, “I didn’t agree to be babysat during this. I just want my fucking money.”

Even though you were also seething at the additional rule, you opt instead to make a comment to get under Eddie’s skin rather than complain in agreement. “I think you forgot an F-bomb somewhere in there.”

“Oh?” he turns to you, letting the door slam shut as he swings his arm, “My fucking bad. I fucking guess I should fucking watch my fucking language, yeah? Fucking oops.”

“Has anyone told you you’re fucking annoying?” you ask in contempt.

“Yeah. You.”

He stalks away from his entry way at that, clearly pleased at getting the last word in this argument. And it nearly kills you, because you have no choice but to follow him back into his living room.

It’s going to be a long twenty four hours.

He’s clearly heading towards the couch to sit down, and you can’t fathom staying in close proximity for another moment, so you begin to veer towards the kitchen.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he asks suddenly once your back is turned to him.

“The kitchen?” you glance over your shoulder, lifting an eyebrow, “Or is that not allowed?”

“Why are you going to the kitchen?”

“Why do you care?”

“Because it’s my fucking apartment.”

Right. He has a point. You won’t tell him that, but he has a point.

He’s rerouted himself from the couch towards the hallway you’re about to enter, towering over you as his lips settle into a predictable frown.

“Can you go more than ten seconds without dropping an F-bomb? Seriously,” you question, crossing your arms, “I just want water or something. Is that a crime?”

“To answer your first question,” he shifts around your body in the tight space, his hand brushing your hip. Both of you jump back at the contact as if even touching each other burns, “No. I fucking can’t. Not when I know it bothers you so much, sweetheart,” he’s once again using a nickname he knows will irritate you on purpose as he walks into what you assume the kitchen is. And once again, you’re following behind him like a lost puppy, having to swallow your pride like a jagged pill, “Secondly, one of my rules is to not touch my shit, so… Yeah. It is a crime by the law of the land.”

“Law of the land?” you snort, rolling your eyes, “My God. What are you going to do? Call the police? ‘Hello, yes, 911? I’d like to report a crime. A girl I voluntarily let into my home got herself a glass of water.’”

You choose to purposefully pitch your voice higher rather than lower as you clearly mock him. It gets the reaction you were seeking out - his entire body stiffens as he stops in front of a cabinet.

“Congratulations,” he says slowly, turning at an agonizing pace to face you, “It’s a new record. It’s been less than five minutes alone, and you’ve already gotten on my fucking nerves.”

“Good,” is all you can reply.

He huffs in response before he goes back to whatever he was doing before, opening the cabinet to expose a small assortment of glasses and mugs alike. None of them match – all of them were clearly either bought at different times, or gifts, in the mugs case. They’re the type you might find at Spencer’s, all pop culture references or character faces. He grabs one of the smaller, plain clear cups, turning around to hand it to you.

Before your hand can wrap around it, he yanks it back momentarily, “Now, if you decide to throw this cup at my head like a raging bitch, it’s plastic. Minimal damage. Keep that in mind, yeah?”

Once he’s gotten in his smart-ass remark, he lets you take the cup from him.

So he’s also thinking of Steve’s party. Good to know.

“That’s fine. I’ve practiced my throws since then. I’m aiming for your crotch next time.”

If you two were friends, it might be funny. You would have said it in light-hearted cadence, he would have thrown his head back in laughter, and it could be passed off as a simple inside joke between two acquaintances. But you aren’t friends, and you say it in a convincingly serious tone, and he doesn’t even smile.

“You can get water from the fridge,” he informs you flatly, “Try not to break it.”

“It’s a fridge that dispenses water. I know how it works, asshole. I’ve used one before.”

“You never know,” he shrugs. You expect him to walk away, to leave you to it, but instead he leans against his counter and watches you.

And he thought he was the one being babysat over simple phone calls?

You choose to bite your tongue for once as you fill the cup half full of water, taking your time as you sip some down, feeling his eyes on you the entire time.

It’s only been a few seconds of silence. Blissful, wonderful, divine silence. But of course, it’s Eddie, and the moment he notices you begin to relax, he has to speak up and ruin it.

“If I knew all it takes to shut you up is to keep your mouth occupied, sweetheart, I would have done it sooner,” he comments, and it takes practiced patience to slowly lower the cup and swallow what water is in your mouth without bursting with rage. But he has to comment on even that, “Aw, and you swallow? Just full of surprises, aren’t ya?”

You turn to him, face flooding a brilliant shade of red as your eyes narrow. In the most virulent tone you can muster, you only respond with, “I hate your guts.”

He grins. It’s not friendly – it’s downright bellicose. “The feeling’s mutual.”

Yeah. It’s going to be a very long twenty four hours.

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Birdie | Satoru Gojo - Chapter 01

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Summary: You didn’t like him, at all. But due to your bad luck you would have to be forced to work with him and different circumstances end up leading you to the fact that perhaps the word dislike is not the one you use to describe him.

Note: divider art credit _3aem (twt)

Tags: modern au, college au, fem!reader, academic rivals, he fell first, fluff, old money Gojo Satoru, abusive parents, slight slow burn, Satoru is a softy, secondary couple (Geto Suguru x oc), a bit of angst, no use of y/n, eventual smut, Gojo plays basketball

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While everyone adored him, you stood apart in your feelings. It wouldn't be accurate to say you hated him, as "hate" carried significant weight; rather, you harbored a profound dislike towards him. The problem was he knew that and his irritating presence seemed to persistently cling to you whenever he crossed your paths.

Now, you found yourself paired with him for your semester project, and the thought made you wish to hurl yourself out of the third-floor window. Three months of working alongside him loomed ahead. Adding to the discomfort, you were currently under the scrutiny of hundreds of eyes, each gaze feeling like a murder attempt. It seemed everyone coveted the opportunity to collaborate with Gojo Satoru, except for you.

“We will divide the project in two.” You said looking at the information the teacher gave you. “So we can work on it separately and once we are done we will put it together.” You didn’t like the idea but you disliked even more the idea of spending time outside the class with him.

“That wouldn’t work out, it’s better if we schedule a time to meet and we start working on it.” Gojo talked.

“No.” You said. “I’m way too busy to think about meeting outside of classes.” And it was true, you were working in two different jobs to pay the bills of college and the tiny apartment you were staying on.

“Oh c’mon!” He pouted. “It’s impossible that you are busy every day of the week at every hour.”

“Well I am.” You were starting to get angry, couldn’t he understand you didn’t want to meet with him.

The ring rang and you thanked it, it was time to leave for another class, one you wouldn’t have to see the perfect face of Satoru Gojo.

“Wait! How do we stay in contact?” Gojo spoke when you were about to leave the classroom. You could feel the gaze of a group of girl right on your neck.

“With the email.”

“C’mon.” He said your name. “Give me your number.”

“No and now leave me. I need to get to my class.”

You walked past the group of girls that were chatting obviously about the scene that just happened.

“How can she be so rude with Satoru?”

“Yeah who does she think she is? Does she even know who Satoru is?”

“She is such a loser.”

You couldn't help but roll your eyes. Of course, you were well aware of who he was - everyone knew him. A pampered child from a wealthy family, born into privilege and affluence, often referred to as an “old money baby”. He had everything handed to him on a silver platter - impeccable looks, tall, athletic, and intelligence. For many, he embodied the epitome of perfection. However, for you, he was nothing more than an insufferable jerk whom you couldn't stand.

On the flip side, you were the complete opposite of him. Life hadn't dealt you a fair hand - you struggled to make ends meet. When your mother passed away when you were just six, and your father vanished after hearing news of her pregnancy. Left with no one but your grandmother, you found solace in her loving care. However, as time marched on, you were once again confronted with loneliness when she passed away when you were just 16. With only a meager inheritance from your grandmother and the income from your job at a local store, you barely scraped by until the age of 18. Thankfully, your relentless dedication to your studies paid off when you earned a scholarship to attend the University of Tokyo.

Even though you got into a good college on the degree you wanted, your life in Tokyo hasn’t been quite easy. You were living in a tiny apartment, going to college and working two jobs because it would be impossible to make it to the end of the month with just one job. Luckily, the scholarship covered all my college expenses, but living in Tokyo wasn't exactly easy on the wallet. I found myself navigating life in the bustling city all on my own.

But your aversion towards Gojo Satoru began two years ago, on the first day of college. Rushing late after exhausting yourself at work, you collided with him, causing you to stumble to the ground. Prepared to offer an apology, you were met with his irate ranting, delivered without even a glance in your direction. Had you not been humiliated on the ground, you might have slapped some sense into him right then and there. Why was he so infuriated when he was clearly the one at fault? And the fact that he couldn't even look at you added insult to injury. Frustrated and embarrassed, you left before he could utter another word; you had no desire to hear anything further from him.

The true agony hit when you discovered he would be sharing classes with you. From then on, you made every effort to steer clear of him and his foolishness. However, it seemed everyone in your class, and even in other majors, adored him. The teachers showered him with praise because everything he touched turned to gold. Despite being at the university for two years, you had never managed to outperform his grades, and it infuriated you beyond measure.

For the past two years, you had been lucky enough to avoid partnering with him. However, it appeared that luck had finally abandoned you, and now you were destined to endure his company for the next three months.

You sat on the seat you would normally choose and took out the notebook to take notes of the next class.

“I heard you got assigned with Satoru Gojo in one of your classes.” You heard a voice next to you which made you jump.

“Kyoko… don’t scare me like that.” You cried while putting your hand on your chest trying to calm down. “How did you find out?”

“Well, everyone was talking about how a girl who got paired with the great Satoru Gojo was so rude to him and how she should be more grateful for this glorious opportunity.” You rolled your eyes.

“I might throw myself out of the window…” You leaned your head against the table and closed your eyes. “Three months Kyoko, three months.”

“I know…you know that you can talk to me if he does anything to bother you.”

“Thank you, you’re the best Kyoko.”

She smiled warmly at you, and together you turned your attention to the class. You had met Kyoko on the same day as your initial encounter with Gojo Satoru. Sitting together in one of the classes, an instant connection formed between you two, and from that moment onward, you were inseparable. Kyoko brought a brightness into your life like a ray of sunshine piercing through clouds. On the first Christmas when she discovered you would be spending it alone in your apartment, she whisked you away to her home, where you celebrated with her and her parents. Since then, Kyoko's parents had filled the void of the parents you had dearly missed, and Kyoko herself had become the sister you had always longed for.

The class was over before you knew it. Your hands hurt after taking notes non-stop and your head felt like it was about to explode after barely sleeping last night.

“Do you have time to eat with me? Or you have to go to the grocery store already?” Kyoko stood besides you while walking in the corridor.

“Today I can eat with you. My shift doesn’t start until 3 p.m. so it’s alright.”

Kyoko looked at you with concerned eyes. “Are you sure you are properly resting? You look tired and the grocery store job is okay, but I’m worried about you working on that bar at nights.”

You sighed, she was right the bar was an unpleasant place, most of those who went were men in their 40s or 50s who left their offices and spent the night drinking until they fell at the bar counter, while making obscene comments. But they paid well and the money was something I desperately needed.

You smiled at her. “I will be alright. Don’t worry.”

“You know you can always come to life with me, I know my parents wouldn’t bother taking you in. And if you feel like it would be too much, you could always pay something but then you could quit that crappy job and just work at the grocery store.”

“Kyoko… we already talked about it. I appreciate you and your parents' good heart and intentions but I can handle everything.” She nodded. “And I know I can always count on you.”

“Always.” And she held you from the arm. “Now let’s go and eat something. My treat.” You were about to protest when Kyoko cut you off. “No excuses, you deserve me to invite you especially because my poor best friend is going to have to put up with her least favorite person in the world for three months.”

“Ugh!” You rolled your eyes. “Please don’t remind me of that.”

Both of you laughed and made your way straight to the cafeteria, your stomachs growling with hunger. You had only managed to gulp down a coffee that morning to wake up, and now you were convinced you could devour the entire menu. Taking your usual seats at the table, Kyoko headed to order your food. The cafeteria buzzed with activity, students weaving in and out while conversations filled the air. You glanced at your phone, hoping for some notifications, but all you found were promotional emails from the supermarket.

Kyoko returned with the food, setting it down in front of you, and you delved into a conversation about Kyoko's recent date. It seemed the boy had shown a keen interest in her, but your friend hadn't felt the same way about him. Being the kind-hearted person she was, Kyoko struggled with how to gently let him know she wasn't interested in continuing to see him.

“Oh shit…” Kyoko whispered.

“What?”

“Don’t turn around but I think a certain someone is coming here.” Your eyebrow arched and you clenched your fists.

“Tell me that the certain someone doesn’t have white hair…” Kyoko grimaced and by the time you wanted to say something, the person responsible for your headache at that very moment had sat down next to you.

“Hello ladies!!” He talked with the happiest tone. He called your name but you ignored him, you didn’t want to interact with him, not even a bit. “I don’t think we know each other. I’m Satoru Gojo.” He talked to Kyoko.

“Kyoko. And we actually share a class together.”

“Oh! We do? Sorry I can’t remember it. But it is nice to meet you, Kyoko.”

“Satoru…” Another male voice spoke behind you. Your head was really going to explode.

“Oh Suguru! Come here!” He moved his hand, pointing at the seat next to Kyoko.

“Satoru… why don’t you leave the girls eating alone.” The boy of dark hair looked at his friend and then at both of you. “I'm sorry for bothering you.”

“It’s okay, don't worry.” Kyoko smiled back at him.

“Come on Suguru! Let’s eat with them… I need to spend more time with my classmate, right birdie?” You looked at him.

“Who are you calling birdie?” You were angry, why was he giving you nicknames like you have known each other for years or like you were close.

“Oh so now you pay attention to me…” He smirked and tilted his head as he rested it on his hand and looked at you.

You snorted and pushed the plate away. “Kyoko, I have to go or I'll be late.” You said goodbye to Gojo's friend, who you assumed was called Suguru, and ignored Gojo.

“Take care.” You heard Kyoko. “And sent me a message once you arrived home from the bar!” You gave her a thumbs up and left the cafeteria.

You felt uneasy. What was Gojo Satoru playing at, giving you a nickname? And that look he just gave you—what was that about? You couldn't stand it. Sinking into your seat on the bus, you put on your headphones, seeking a brief respite before reaching your workplace. You were scheduled to work for five hours, followed by a rush to the bar, where you'd likely be working until 2 a.m., if luck was on your side.

As your eyelids grew heavy, you recognized the familiar streets passing by. With just a few stops left until your destination, you stretched out in your seat and rubbed your eyes, trying to shake off the fatigue.

You got out of the bus and walked a few steps until you reached the small grocery store where you work. You still had 5 minutes left to work but between changing and preparing everything the time would arrive. You greeted Yu who was behind the counter serving a customer and went to the employee room at the back.

“You are early.” Haibara entered the room.

“I’m 5 minutes earlier… is not THAT early.” You smiled at him.

“You know you can always take the day off and rest. I can cover you if you need it, you look so tired.”

“I’m okay but thank you Haibara.”

“Okay! Then if you are taking my place I will get going. A friend of mine is waiting for me.” You nodded. “Call me if you need anything.”

You waved goodbye to him and observed as he rendezvoused with a tall blonde guy outside the store, someone you vaguely recognized from campus. Throughout the afternoon, several children trickled in to purchase trinkets, occasionally accompanied by adults picking up a few items. The day had been relatively quiet, affording you the opportunity to jot down some notes and review your studies.

As closing time approached, the sliding door chimed open once more, signaling the arrival of another customer. However, you were preoccupied assisting a lady who was meticulously counting the coins needed to pay for her purchase.

“Thank you so much darling.” She said once you were done with her. “Have a nice night.”

“Thanks to you! And please come here again.”

“Hello birdie!” Your mouth opened slightly when you saw who was waiting to be served and the last customer of the day.

“What the fuck are you doing here?!” You screamed angrily.

He looked down and moved the bottle he was holding. “Buying something to drink.” He smiled, showing his perfect smile.

“Here?” He nodded. “In this grocery store?” He nodded again. “Of this unknown neighborhood?” He nodded once again. “Gojo…” You touched your head, closing your eyes. “I don’t know what you want or your intentions but don’t you dare bother me anymore.”

“I already told you birdie I’m here, to buy this.” He put the bottle in front of you.

“There you have it. Now, bye.” You turned around and started cleaning some things that were around. It was time to close and you needed to hurry up to got to the bar.

You picked up and changed into the clothes you had come in. For a moment you had to lean against the wall, for an hour or so you had been dizzy and nauseous, but you couldn't allow yourself to be absent. You turned off the lights and closed the grocery store.

“What are you still doing here?” You turned around to look at Gojo who was right in front of the shop.

He walked smiling towards you. “Waiting for you.”

You rolled your eyes, couldn’t he understand you or something. “Well, I don’t want you to be waiting for me. So now… BYE!” And you started moving towards the bar.

“Oh c’mon.” He said your name this time. “Let me accompany you to your house or at least near it. It’s not good for a girl to…”

“Are you a stalker?” Gojo opened his mouth. “And I’m not going home, I need to get to work and because of you I might be late.”

“Work? But you just get out of it.” He walked next to you. “Why would you have two works…”

“Listen Gojo! Not everyone is born on a silver spoon. Some of us have to work our asses out to get the things we want.” You were tired. “You are lucky your parents probably get you everything they want for you but not everyone is that lucky.”

“You’re pale. Are you okay?” You certainly weren’t, but you couldn't afford to be, you had to go to work. “Oh shit! You might have a fever.” His hand was on your forehead, wait when did he get that close?

“Leave me…” Everything was spinning around.

“Hey!” You felt how Gojo held you, preventing you from falling to the ground, and then everything went black.

You weren't certain how long you had been unconscious, but it was certainly for a considerable amount of time. As you blinked your eyes open, you found yourself surrounded by darkness, with only a faint glow of outside light seeping into the room. Despite the dimness, you were able to swiftly recognize your surroundings. You were in Kyoko's room, but how had you ended up there? The last memory you could recall was being with Gojo before blacking out.

“Kyoko?” You whispered. You were confused and still feeling sick.

You saw how a silhouette moved to grab something from the table and then a light from the cell phone illuminated the room.

Kyoko whispered your name. “How are you feeling?”

“Still dizzy…” You touched your head. “How did I get here?”

“Satoru called me.” You looked at her confused, since when she called him Satoru and since when did she have his number. “Don’t look at me like that, when you left I stayed with him and with his friend, Suguru and they are pretty nice guys.” You rolled your eyes. “And his friend is pretty cute.”

“Kyoko…”

“What? It’s true, he was so polite and nice and did you know he studies…”

“Do you like him?”

“I mean… it’s early to say that but I would love to go out with him sometime.” Your friend smiled.

“You remember that there is a guy still waiting for an answer from you right?”

Kyoko pouted. “I know… I will let him know I’m not interested, because it’s true I’m not.”

“Good…”

“But now to what is important.” Oh here it came. “What would you have done if Satoru wasn’t there when you fainted?”

“I… it was just a coincidence. I was totally find this morning.”

Kyoko said your name heavily. “How much have you slept this week? And be honest with me.”

You thought for a moment. “5 hours…”

“That’s not bad, I thought you were going to say something like 2 hours.”

“In the last 3 days…”

Kyoko opened her mouth, letting a gasp out. “Are you insane? You want to die or something?”

“Sorry! But college and the jobs… the jobs, my shift on the bar…”

“Relax. I called them and told them you were sick after Satoru called me.” You breathed in relief. “But don’t try to change the topic. 5 hours in 3 days?! That’s inhuman and you can’t keep going like this.”

“And what do I do Kyoko?” You pulled the sheets up to your face.

“Stay here… we have a spare room, you can stay there.” You growled, Kyoko knew that was too much. Even if you were her best friend, you were still someone from outside the family. “You can pay a minimum if that will make you feel better, but if you stay here you wouldn’t have to pay the rent you are paying right now and you wouldn’t have to work at that shitty bar.”

“I… I will think about it okay…” Kyoko nodded.

“Now go back to sleep.”

“Okay…” You closed your eyes.

“And by the way.” Kyoko spoke again. “Start thinking what you are going to say to Satoru, you throw up on him.”

“I… WHAT?” Your eyes opened like plates.

“Good night~”

“No Kyoko, tell me! What do you mean I threw up on Gojo?” You cried.

“Go to sleep.”

You groaned, feeling utterly mortified at the thought of having thrown up on Gojo. This was beyond embarrassing—how were you supposed to face him and apologize for such a humiliating incident? The desire to vanish into thin air consumed you. Your head spun with the aftermath of the situation, and before you knew it, you had drifted off to sleep.

Upon waking up again, you sensed that several hours had passed; sunlight now flooded through the window, illuminating the room entirely. Kyoko was nowhere to be seen, and you sat up in bed, stretching your stiff body. You felt utterly filthy after experiencing fever and vomiting; a shower was desperately needed.

Searching for your phone to check the time, you discovered several messages awaiting your attention—some from Kyoko and others from an unknown number.

Kyoko ☀️

Rest as much as you want. My mom left you food prepared in the kitchen but you will be alone for most of the day.

You can take my clothes if you want.

And don’t worry about the classes I will take the notes for you.

And by the way, I’m sorry and I love you 😘

Sorry? For what? You tapped on the unknown number and then you understood why she was sorry.

xxxx

Hellooooo birdie !!

Kyoko gave me your number, don’t get angry at her.

I hope you feel better soon

You clenched your fists and sighed, now you would have to endure it because of your cell phone too.

You to Kyoko ☀️

You should be grateful I love you so much and I won’t kill you.

And thanks, I will be taking a shower and do you mind if I take one of your pajamas?

Kyoko ☀️

Everything that’s mine is yours 😘

You rolled your eyes at your friend. And opened once again the chat of Gojo. How should you respond to him? Should you apologize for throwing up at him? Should you just be as cold as always? The guy was messaging you after you fainted and threw up on him, he didn’t deserve to be treated coldly although you wanted to.

You to Pain in the ass

Hi. I’m good

Thanks for yesterday and sorry for what happened…

Also stop calling me birdie, people would think we are close or something

Leaving your phone on the table, you grabbed one of Kyoko's pajamas and made your way to the bathroom. Compared to a few hours ago, you felt significantly better; the fever seemed to have subsided or at least diminished in intensity. After a refreshing shower, you changed into the pajamas and headed to the kitchen.

True to Kyoko's word, her mother had left a plate of food prepared for you. Grateful for the gesture, you sat down to enjoy the meal. Retrieving your phone once more, you noticed two notifications, which came as a surprise—they were not the usual supermarket offers.

Pain in the ass

Don’t worry about it, I’m glad to hear you are okay

*This message was deleted*

What did he send and delete after?

Pain in the ass

Since you are sick we decided to accompany Kyoko for lunch!

And there was a picture of Kyoko with Gojo and two other people, the guy from yesterday, Suguru and another girl you didn’t know about. Kyoko was smiling and doing the peace sign next to Suguru, while Gojo was the one taking the selfie and showing off his perfect teeth.

You to Pain in the ass

You better treat Kyoko right, or you will hear from me once I’m back at class.

It was hard to believe you were talking so casually with him. You shook your head, talking like that on the phone was just a way of being polite with him, nothing else.

Pain in the ass

If that way I get you to talk to me

You stayed looking at the message for a couple of minutes. Something on your stomach was moving. Stupid Satoru Gojo.

You to Pain in the ass

By the way, do I need to pay you something… for you know…

Pain in the ass

For what?

You to Pain in the ass

Don’t make me say it, it’s way too embarrassing.

Pain in the ass

If you don’t tell me what I won’t know 🤷

You to Pain in the ass

Throwing up on you!

Do I need to pay for something? Like dry cleaning or something?

Pain in the ass

Hehe

You wanted to punch him, he obviously knew.

Pain in the ass

Nop, you don’t need to pay anything. Don’t worry 😉

You to Pain in the ass

Okay, now I will leave to sleep

Don’t bother me Gojo!

Pain in the ass

Alright birdie!!

Rest well. I don’t want you throwing up and fainting in the arms of other people

You to Pain in the ass

Say something like that again and I’m blocking you

Pain in the ass

🥺

You rolled your eyes and left the phone once again. He really was a pain in the ass. You went to Kyoko’s room and lay down on her bed, although you were feeling better, you were still feeling tired, so you decided to sleep for a bit more, at least until Kyoko returned home.

You heard a door close and someone walk down the hall in silence. You knew it was Kyoko when she entered the room. She walked up to you and you smiled at her when your eyes met.

“You look better.”

“I feel better.” You say stretching on yourself. “I feel like I have slept everything I haven’t slept in a month.” You looked at Kyoko and she was doing a grimace of disgust. “Don’t look at me like that.”

“Have you thought about it? About moving here?”

You did. You thought about it a lot, but you couldn't deny that you were at a point where if you continued at that pace you would end up killing yourself.

“I will.” Kyoko screamed with happiness. “But only if your parents are okay with it.”

“And they are! Don’t worry.” She started clapping and jumped out of bed with happiness. “By the way, I’m surprised you met Satoru yesterday at the grocery store.”

You looked at her strangely. “Didn't you tell her where she worked?” Kyoko shook her head.

And then it hit you, you haven't told Haibara that you would not be going to work today, he would probably be covering for you and you would have to tell him.

“Shit… Where is my phone?” You looked around.

“Who is Pain in the ass?” Kyoko hang you the phone.

“It’s Gojo…” She nodded while you searched for the number of Haibara on your phone. “Haibara!” You said when you heard him picking up. “Yeah it’s me… I’m so sorry, I’m sick and I couldn’t go today… I hope you-” Kyoko looked at you when felt silent. “What do you mean you already knew? Who told you?” Kyoko watched you with interest trying something of what was said on the other end of the phone. “Oh… okay. I will thank him then… Yeah. Bye.” And you throw the phone to the side.

“What’s with that face?”

“Gojo Satoru told my coworker I was sick.”

“That’s pretty considerate.”

“They are friends…”

“Who?”

“My coworker and Gojo, that’s why he appeared there.” You realized. “Probably Haibara told him and he came to bother.”

Kyoko called your name and you looked at her. “I don’t think he went to bother you…”

“Well… but it’s strange he went all the way to that place! Why would he go if it wasn’t to bother me?”

Your best friend sighed and closed her eyes, whispering something you could not hear and then looked back at you. “Thanks he was there. Or who knows what would have happened to you.”

You rolled your eyes. “You are right. And I already thanked him.”

“Oh you did?”

“Don’t act surprised when you were the one that gave him my number.”

She put her hands in the air and smiled. “Sorry. But he was really, REALLY insistent…”

“I can imagine.”

“He sent you a message right? What did he say?”

You took the phone and unlocked it to see the message that Gojo sent you.

Pain in the ass

I'll save you place next to me in class for tomorrow 🙆

What’s up with him?

“Oh…” Kyoko smiled next to you.

“What?”

“Nothing… figure it out yourself baby.” She smiled.

“Kyoko… Kyoko, what did that oh ment, come back here.” You followed her through the corridor while she laughed.

“No.” She continued laughing. “Oh!” She stopped walking and turned to look at you. “I already sent a message to the guy.”

“Finally.”

“Yeah…”

“You? Are you really going to try and go out with Gojo’s friend?”

She shrugged and smiled. The fact that Kyoko started dating Gojo's friend didn't particularly bother you, but it did mean potentially spending even more time with Gojo than you had anticipated. The mere thought made your head ache again. However, before dealing with that, you needed to figure out how to face Satoru Gojo tomorrow. It would mark the first encounter since... that incident.

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mochippyyy · 3 months

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New Rageon OCs: Cash and Couture!

Cash and Couture were born in an old money family (family that has amassed wealth through generations), and their parents had always taught them not to be careless in their decisions to educate them in hopes of Cash taking over their family business (they own everything above the clouds at Mount Rageous), with Couture being his right-hand man.

Cash and Couture's parents were extremely strict, especially on Cash, since he was the heir. They believed Cash's quick thinking and decision-making would make him an excellent choice as the heir, as well as his having a right-hand man, Couture, who has excellent communication and time management.

However, what the twins' parents didn't expect was that Cash had no plans to inherit the family business. Cash instead wanted to pursue his own passion: fashion. When they found it, they opposed the idea, calling it ridiculous and saying that it could never succeed. It was then that Couture first heard that Cash had ever had a dream that he wanted to achieve. As Couture had always been complacent with his title and spot, he had never really realized the pressure being put on Cash to do a good job as the heir.

When he turned 17, Cash had a fight with his parents, resulting in him leaving the house to pursue his dream. Couture was deeply hurt by this, thinking that Cash had never once opened up to him about wanting to take this career path, despite him knowing about it for quite some time and being open to talk about it.

During this time, Cash had a hard time starting up his business. He had saved up enough during the time he lived with his parents, but it was extremely difficult to introduce new fashion to the Rageons of Mount Rageous, who each had unique styles that had already been set in stone. However, he did not give up and started creating fashion lines after fashion lines.

He was especially inspired by vampires and wanted to create a gothic line that was modern and could be worn. For this, he hired the person who fit the most into this idea: Vermillion (OC of @/FoolsThrone on Twitter) to model for his outfits, (who later became one of his closest friends) with the negotiation that Vermillion could keep the outfits after he was done modeling.

Meanwhile, Couture slowly started to fill the spot that Cash had left open, taking on the pressure Cash had left for him. He slowly built up a dislike for Cash, as he could not believe that Cash would leave him in pursuit of his own happiness. However, eventually, the anger died down, and Couture found himself missing his twin.

During this time, Couture successfully took over, and Cash had already reached a point of fame for his unique fashion-forwardness. Both of the twins have heard about each other at this point, but feel that they are too estranged to have a chat again.

Even though they were so estranged, they still had the same tastes. They enjoyed certain things that neither would know nor find out that they still complimented each other wonderfully.

That is until they saw each other at a Velvet and Veneer concert coincidentally. Cash had taken an extra ticket from his friend Vermillion, while Couture had received it from his assistant, who fell sick but wanted to receive an autograph from Superstar Velvet. It was the first time they interacted with each other since the day Cash walked out on Couture, and they just stared at each other that night.,

Coincidentally, they kept bumping into each other at the concerts and slowly began to understand each other again. Soon, Velvet and Veneer's concerts became a key part of their life, as they felt that it had reconnected them to one another. They became hardcore fans of V&V, buying merch, going to every concert, and started to sponsor and support them in any way possible.

Then, Velvet and Veneer got arrested. Cash and Couture were devastated, to say the least. The rope that had tied them together again had slowly fallen apart, and though they were as close as ever now, they wished that they could preserve their idols' prestige.

So, they spent time on the black market, hoping to buy a troll. When they received one, they made sure it was talented, before appealing for a bail for Velvet and Veneer. They quickly paid it off and met up with Velvet and Veneer.

At first, they wanted V&V to perform and rise to stardom again, but upon seeing and hearing what V&V had to say, C&C realized that they had a change of heart. However, it was more than enough to just see their idols before them once more and C&C couldn't have been happier.

Eventually, they became close friends with V&V, and Couture slowly felt himself falling head over heels for Veneer, while Cash and Velvet became the closest of friends and shopped together and did all the other girlypop stuff together :>

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space-blue · 2 days

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Modern AU Feydpaul, hear me out

Imagine... Just imagine... Feyd's older brother (canonically called Glossu Raban btw lol) is in line to inherit the Harkonnen business, leaving him to enjoy the life he wants. He not really going to uni, one of those smart kids who shows up for the test only and smashes it, *somehow*. He prefers to spend his time working on his band (the Harpies, it's him and 3 bald ladies).

And then one day a student transfer comes in... And destroys Feyd on every test score. Wouldn't you know it, the Atreides conglomerate just won an enormous contract usually taken by the Harkonnen, and his family has moved in town.

Feyd goes to the club to shake the mood off and spots this weird dark academia style twink completely out of place there.

Then they chat, and Feyd gets rocked so hard in the club's toilet, he discovers himself several new kinks. He knows nothing about the guy who just dommed him into oblivion, just that they apparently go to the same uni.

Now picture his face when he rocks up to uni the next day looking for his new rival only for someone to point the 'Atreides guy' to him and it's last night's freak, in black corduroy and cable knit sweater, looking like his only experience with sex is from books, like butter doesn't melt in his mouth.

Anyway.

#spiced and I have been going a little bananas over the idea #it's stupid tasty #feyd being the normie out of the two is just #extremely funny #they definitely both stalk each other #but feyd's been too busy larking #Paul means business #Paul's mind games are out of his world #feydpaul #feyd rautha #harkonnen #paul atreides #modern au #dune 2 #dune 2 fanart

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skyahri · 1 month

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I'm Ready Now |Sasuke X Reader| HC

Summary: You and Sasuke are long-term friends. He's finally decided he's ready to be with you, but you had no idea what had been motivating him all along.

Warnings: Modern AU. Club scene. SFW.

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You've known Sasuke since high school.

You've stuck by him through everything- when his brother was arrested, when he hated everyone and everything, when he rebelled and became a sort of man whore junior year, and even now into adulthood after he simmered down.

But now he was acting odd, and you aren't the only one who's noticed.

Each of your mutual friends had come to you about Sasuke's subtle change in behavior over the past six or so months.

Sakura was the first to ask you about it, wondering if you had picked up on the shift in his demeanor. Then Ino, Sai, Kankuro, and so on.

The biggest change was his newfound confidence.

Not that he wasn't confident before, but this new wave was more... earned. He used to be so entitled and full of himself, so the maturity brought on by this change was refreshing.

You were going to ask Sasuke about it, but you couldn't find the right time.

He had recently taken over the family business, and it was taking up a lot of his time and energy.

When he was young, after his brother had killed their parents, the company was temporarily taken over by a team of advisors until Sasuke was deemed fit to run it.

After receiving his bachelor's in business management and going through several summers of internships, he was given control and promoted to CEO.

That was right around the time he had started to act out of the ordinary.

That's what brings us to today.

It's Saturday, aka the day the whole gang hangs out. Despite how busy Sasuke had become, he always made sure to prioritize it.

He claims it's because Naruto would throw a tantrum, which is true, but you all know he actually enjoys the time together even if he complains.

He'd come to pick you up, a normal occurrence since he had a car, and you did not.

Tonight, you were all meeting up at a club downtown.

The place is packed, but Kiba was able to reserve a table for everyone to sit at.

It was a bit crowded, but that's to be expected from forcing seventeen people into a twelve person booth.

You're a bit too close to Sasuke, but you don't mind. He's cool and comfortable, unlike some of the other men at the table, so it's not awkward.

He slides his arm along the back of the booth to give you a bit more room.

You notice his cologne, the same one he's worn for the past several years. You've always liked it and encouraged him early on to wear it more often.

Once sat, Naruto immediately ordered a round of shots for the table.

And then another.

And another.

With a little liquid courage, the girls had managed to drag their boyfriends to the dance floor.

It wasn't really your scene, so you opted to hang back with the more introverted members of the group: Shikamaru, Gaara, Shino, and Sasuke.

Hinata would've gladly stayed too, if not for Naruto literally dragging her along.

You were happily chatting with the guys before you were forced asked by Ino and Sakura to retrieve more drinks.

Sasuke offered to go with you since there was no way you could carry so many glasses.

The bartender was busy, so you two hung off to the side for a moment while the wave passed.

You decided now was the time to confront him about his change in behavior.

"You've been different lately."

"Different? How so?"

You narrowed your eyes at him. He was playing dumb, something he did often when trying to politely avoid a subject.

"I'm worried about you, you know. You're not the same Sasuke anymore."

"Is that such a bad thing?"

Ah, so he was plenty aware of it.

"Not necessarily. I just want to know whats going on with you. You can talk to me."

Sasuke thought for a moment. He was nervous, well as nervous as he could manage to be.

"I've inherited my family's company."

You looked at him confused.

"I have a degree, I own my apartment, I have a stable career. I have even cleared my family's name in the eyes of the public."

You just continued to look at him, more lost than you were a second ago. What was he getting at? Why would this be bothering him?

"I am finally a man worthy of even asking you for a chance."

Oh?

Oh.

Was he..? Did he really..?

"What?" It's all you can manage to get out.

"You deserve a good man who can provide you with a good life. I've worked hard these past few years to be that man, so I can ask for your hand."

You didn't know what to say. How could you after such a bold proclamation?

So you didn't say anything.

You just tilted your head up to kiss him.

It was perfect- your hands on his chest, one of his on your face, and the other sliding into your hair. The smell of his cologne and fabric of his black button-up.

His lips were surprisingly soft. He's a good kisser, but that's less surprising considering how often he'd gotten around in his youth.

You broke away, and your hands slid down so they could interlock with his.

"Sasuke," you'd stare at him softly, "You've always been a worthy man. Money and status don't change anything."

After that night, he stayed the same new Sasuke, but there was a more relaxed air to him.

You'd hoped to keep things under wraps for longer, but Naruto had apparently seen you guys kiss at the club, and news spread pretty fast after that.

Not that Sasuke minded, no. He liked being able to give you passing touches and brief kisses. He liked being able to look at you without suspicion.

Things were good now.

#sasuke uchiha #sasuke #naruto #naruto headcanons #naruto x reader #naruto shippuden #anime headcanons #anime #sasuke x reader #sasuke uchiha x reader #sasuke uchiha x you #reader insert #fanfiction #fanfic #sasuke fluff #sasuke uchiha fluff

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half-an-hour-hence · 3 months

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Literally nothing will beat my version of modern Humphrey Bone that I have in my head. He’s unemployed and doesn’t need to work because he’s rich as fuck (inherited a fortune from his dad). He has an emotional attachment to his tinted sunglasses. He chats shit about people he’s never met before in a cafe with the Captain (they’re bffs). He has a tumultuous relationship with Sophie, is actually head over heels in love with her, and is learning French as an alternative to grovelling on his knees to win her back. He paints as a hobby and sells his portraits online for way less than what they’re worth because he has literally no concept of money. He’s basically the personification of the stereotypical disaster bisexual.

#btw I am right about all of this #bbc ghosts #humphrey bone #sir humphrey bone #humphrey bbc ghosts #six idiots #them there #larry rickard #bbc ghosts headcanon

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telemi · 2 years

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𓄹 ࣪ ִֶָ modern au headcanons ft. genshin men

# includes. ayato, albedo, childe (tartaglia), xiao, zhongli, diluc, kazuha

# cw. none

៸៸ ◟KAMISATO AYATO !

the eldest son and the heir to one of the largest business corporates in the country. he’s very handsome, much more if you meet him in person. despite his family background, he doesn’t really want to attract too much attention to himself, saying that it’s too bothersome to smile and wave for the cameras flashing all around him. he also goes to uni at the most prestigious school in the country! of course he aces all his tests and passes every year with flying colors. think about it; a handsome, young man who’s destined to inherit such a large company, and one who acts like a gentleman every. single. second. who cannot be envious of such a person?

៸៸ ◟CHILDE !

he’s an international famous athlete, particularly in football. he loves, loves, LOVES the attention so in response, the crowd would continuously cheer and applaud for him whenever he’s on the field. he would be the type to send a wink for the enamored eyes to see and acts insensible when the crowd goes wild. after his long matches, he would be the first one to get huddled into a group of people who wants his autograph. when asked if he’s in a relationship, he simply responds by saying, “ah, let’s leave that up to your imagination.” and the crowd goes absolutely crazy.

៸៸ ◟DILUC RAGNVINDR !

he’s the owner of a small coffee shop residing near a clear, beautiful lake. it makes the location super convenient for romantic dates or friendly hangouts. he pretty much enjoys his job and loves to organize the interior as he wishes. he places small flower pots on the counter to stare at it or to make the shop appealing to the public eye. at first glance he may seem strict and grumpy (well he is) but once you get to know him well, he interacts with you very kindly. just don’t step too close in his line of comfort, or else he’ll have to send you a cold glare and make you leave the shop in shame.

+ bonus: he actually has a small turtle pin that’s hidden in his pocket. he refuses to wear it though :((

៸៸ ◟ALBEDO !

a painter who seeks inspiration for his future works. he doesn’t stay in one place, and by that i mean he goes into different places to collect pictures of objects he finds interesting. such places include: the local park, a public aquarium, an amusement park, etc. he mostly wears sweaters and a camera on his front, not to mention his bag which contains a notepad and a small, blank canvas. he might even find a suitable person for him to paint ;))

៸៸ ◟KAEDEHARA KAZUHA !

he’s a musician who composes intricate pieces of music. he loves playing the flute and his very own guitar!! he definitely treasures it like his own child. he would also be the type of person who places hair clips on his hair, preferably if he's writing music. (his bangs get in the way of his line of sight and it irks him to some extent) he occasionally plays in a band as the lead guitarist and people always come to their concerts!! after their concert ends, his main go-to is to run to the nearest convenience store to buy yogurt and just sit outside for some fresh air.

៸៸ ◟XIAO !

he’s a popular live streamer known for his insane rhythm game skills (IDK IT JUST FITS HIM IN A WAY WAHHWHA) and fps shooting games!! yes, yes he does rage quit sometimes. his signature style is a black shirt or a black sweater, he absolutely loves it because it keeps him warm all the time. a common warning when watching his streams is to NEVER watch it without a headset on because ohh boy, a load of curses spill from his lips, time to time. most of his viewers spoil him by sending super chats every time he’s streaming! i don't make the rules.

៸៸ ◟KAEYA ALBERICH !

A VERY FAMOUS MODEL!! he has to wear a mask every time he goes out because practically everyone notices even the tiniest features of him. he may seem a little flirtatious when you first met him but once you get to know his other side, he’s incredibly shy in the gut. a mix of shy + flirty if that makes sense. he loves to post pictures all the time on his social media accounts. he posts practically about everything; his breakfast, his facial care routine, or even when he’s getting ready for a shoot.

៸៸ ◟ZHONGLI !

he’s a college professor in history and students are absolutely smitten by him. his age is definitely not young but his appearance is! his silky, chestnut-colored hair and his youthful glow certainly gained him the title of ‘that one handsome professor’. AND he once joked about how he thought students would find his history classes boring, unbeknownst to the enamored and longing stares of his students. he loves to offer help most of the time but declines whenever a student gets too touchy or personal with him. he has a passion for teaching, really. so don’t hesitate to ask him anything that relates to history ;))

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Jane Austen heroes, ranked in descending order of how capable they would be of surviving in the modern world

7. Edmund Bertram Edmund has a genuine vocation in his desire to become a clergyman. This is a job that still exists and has probably changed less than most other jobs that people had in the early 19th century. He's supposed to live off £700 a year, which is £47,000 adjusted for inflation. The average Church of England vicar today earns £30,000, but then the average modern vicar has a washing machine and dishwasher and not a maid-of-all-work. I think Edmund would cope just fine in 2024.

6. Henry Tilney Mr Tilney is another clergyman, so all the same arguments apply. He's a step below Edmund on this list, though, as Henry is definitely a livelier, more fun-loving soul than Edmund (read: more expensive tastes) and doesn't seem to have quite such a vocation. But still, Henry is capable of holding down a real job, and I'm sure he would find one in 2024 as well.

5. Colonel Brandon Brandon (no first name ever supplied!) came from a successful military career, inherited a heavily indebted estate, and managed to turn it around. Minus the inheritance part, this feels like a plausible career history for a modern-day management consultant.

4. Edward Ferrars Another clergyman, Mr Ferrars ends up with the job when he had been expecting an inheritance and a life of luxury. Even then, the role is handed to him, and I fear he might find it harder to exist in a world where jobs are something you have to apply for, and not just be given.

3. George Knightley Mr Knightley is a landowner and gentleman farmer, which is also a job that still exists. He has little spare money, which is the usual experience of farmers in 2024 as well. I suspect he's going to need to wake up a lot earlier and work a lot harder in 2024 than in 1815. Maybe he could diversify and open some holiday cottages?

2. Frederick Wentworth We do still have naval captains today, but I think that's changed a bit more than the role of vicar has since the Napoleonic Wars. Maybe Captain Wentworth could be ruggedly handsome at one of those tall ships holiday companies? But unfortunately that's less of a route to wealth and glory than capturing French prizes in the Caribbean.

1. Fitzwilliam Darcy Mr Darcy, get a job? I'm trying to imagine him doing a 9 to 5, having performance reviews and chatting about the Traitors by the watercooler but it's just not happening. But even if he still owns Pemberley in the modern era, Darcy's income of £10,000 - circa £700,000 adjusted for inflation - is not going to be sufficient to maintain the estate, let alone give him the kind of lifestyle that he's used to. Perhaps he could swallow his pride one step further, flog the estate to the National Trust, live in one wing and help give guided tours to visitors.

#jane austen #i just finished reading persuasion and mansfield park #so having all kinds of regency thoughts at the moment

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Eragon: You sleep fully clothed? Boots and all?

Arya: I’ve had bullets come through the side of my tent too often to NOT sleep with my boots on.

#eragon #inheritance cycle #the cyclists #modern inheritance #the inheritance cycle #ket's modern inheritance cycle #modern inheritance chats #mic chats #mic chat #it’s a force of habit

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hathorneheiress · 7 months

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A little bit about myself.

Things I like to do.

Writing. Reading. Listening to music. Shopping. Swinging. Having alone time. Doing puzzles. Gardening. Chatting with all of you!!

I also want to let people know that I am not a minor. I'm not telling my exact age, but it is between 18-21. If anyone is uncomfortable with that, I am very sorry.

P.S. I'm not a creep and won't be stalking minors, but I thought I should let people know, in case you are not comfortable with that.

Favorite songs

"So am I." Ava max "Unstoppable." Sia "The greatest." Sia. "Broken and Beautiful." Kelly Clarkson. "Weapons." Ava Max. "Every time I cry." Ava Max. "People like us." Kelly Clarkson. "Legendary." Welshly Arms. "Summer rain." Victoria Nadine. ""Shake it off." Taylor Swift. "Style" Taylor Swift. "I knew you were trouble." Taylor Swift.

And there is so much more I could post, but these are some of my top favorites!

Favorite Movies/shows

NCIS. The Librarians. Leverage/Leverage Redemption. Downton Abby. Sherlock Holmes. Jeremy Brett. Murder she wrote. The hunger Games. The good doctor.

Favorite Books

Sherlock Holmes. The Inheritance Games series. The Hunger Games series. Nancy Drew. The Hardy Boys. Once upon a broken heart. Charles Dickens books. Dictionaries. Encyclopedias The Naturals

Just some random stuff about me.

My favorite color is BLACK! I love to wear it! But I also love sunset blue as well.

My aesthetics would tend toward Modern Victorian. Dark academia. Heels, lipstick and Pearl's. And all sorts of stuff!!!

And here is a mood board of my aesthetics.

One if the biggest Ava Max, Sherlock Holmes, Librarians, and Grayson Hawthorne fan you will ever meet.

My favorite subject in school was Science.

I am a Librarian in training.

I have OCD and am on the autism spectrum.

My favorite animal is chickens.

I dream is to be a writer some day.

My zodiac sign is Pisces.

My favorite season is fall.

My favorite holiday is Thanksgiving.

I play the cello and piano.

Here is link to my story on Wattpad.

Behind those icy blue eyes - A-very-risky-gamble - Wattpad

I've met many amazing people one here, but here is a few honorable mentions.

@riddles-n-games. My best friend. Ever. I don't know how she puts up with me. She is so amazing. Her works are publish worthy and you should definitely check them out.

@reminiscentreader. Loveliest girl on the planet. Will talk to you about anything. One of my best friends on here and her blog is pretty awesome. Please go check her out if you haven't already. She is so amazing.

@blocked-zombieartist. Has a gift for writing I would die to have. She is a remarkable person and you would not be disappointed in having her as your mutual. She is that awesome.

@myster3y. Funny. Caring. Has a wonderful personality. She is so sweet. I adore talking with her and I know you would to. So go check her out!!!

I mean it when I say I love chatting with you all!! I have had very few friends in life, so it is nice to chat with other people about the things I love.

AND DON'T BE AFRAID TO ASK OR TALK TO ME!! I WOULD LOVE TO CHAT ABOUT THINGS! EVEN IF THEY ARE WHAT YOU LOVE, I WOULD STILL ENJOY TALKING TO YOU!!😊❤️AND IF YOU HAVE ANY IDEAS FOR STOIRES CONCERNING TIG OR SHERLOCK HOLMES, AND WANT SOMEONE TO WRITE THEM, THEN GIVE ME A MESSAGE AND I WILL SEE WHAT I CAN DO!!

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jasminewalkerauthor · 3 months

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Trope chats: Found family

The found family trope, a narrative device wherein a group of individuals form a close-knit, supportive bond akin to that of a traditional family, has woven its way into the fabric of literature, transcending genres and cultures. This installment in the new series seeks to unravel the origins, evolution, and enduring appeal of the found family trope in literature, examining why readers and authors alike are drawn to narratives that celebrate the strength and resilience of unconventional familial bonds.

While the term "found family" may be relatively modern, the concept of individuals forging familial connections outside of blood ties has historical roots in literature. Epics such as "The Iliad" and "The Odyssey" feature characters forming alliances and bonds that go beyond the constraints of biological family, showcasing the enduring human desire for connection and support.

The found family trope gained prominence in literature during the 19th and 20th centuries, coinciding with societal shifts and changes in family structures. Charles Dickens, in works like "Oliver Twist" and "David Copperfield," explored the theme of characters finding solace and support in communities that extended beyond biological relatives. As literature mirrored societal transformations, authors increasingly delved into narratives that highlighted the strength derived from chosen relationships.

The found family trope encompasses a broad spectrum of relationships and characters, each contributing to the trope's enduring appeal. From the camaraderie of J.R.R. Tolkien's Fellowship of the Ring to the ragtag crew in Joss Whedon's "Firefly," the found family takes on various forms, often united by a shared goal, mutual support, or a common enemy. This diversity allows the trope to resonate across genres, from fantasy to science fiction, drama to romance.

The appeal of the found family trope lies in its profound resonance with the complexities of human relationships. As individuals navigate the challenges of life, the idea of creating a support network based on shared experiences and genuine care becomes a powerful and relatable narrative. Found families often emerge from shared struggles, underscoring the resilience and strength that can arise from facing adversity together.

Found family narratives frequently explore themes of belonging and identity, providing characters with a sense of home and acceptance they may not find within their biological families. The journey of self-discovery and acceptance within the context of a found family resonates with readers who may identify with the universal human quest for a place where one is understood and valued for who they are.

The found family trope also empowers characters by allowing them agency in choosing their relationships. In contrast to traditional family structures, where individuals are bound by blood, found families are formed through shared values, common goals, and genuine affection. This empowerment contributes to the enduring allure of the trope as it reflects the human desire for autonomy and the ability to shape one's own narrative.

The found family trope, with its historical roots, literary evolution, and profound resonance with human experience, continues to captivate readers across cultures and generations. Through its exploration of belonging, identity, and the strength derived from chosen bonds, the trope celebrates the resilience of the human spirit and the enduring quest for connection and support. As literature evolves, the found family trope remains a powerful narrative device, reminding us that, in the tapestry of life, the bonds we choose can be as, if not more, significant than those we inherit.

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Hi! I’m 18+ (she/her) and I’m looking for literate & enthusiastic 18+ roleplayers for an oc x oc romance/drama plot (fxf, mxm, mxf, nb, but with a slight fxf preference rn).

Right now, I’m mostly looking for something that explores darker/heavier elements (tragedy, trauma, hurt/comfort, learning to love/be loved), but I still want to incorporate fluff as well. I’m mostly looking for people who want to write complicated characters and delve into their psyche and how their experiences have shaped them both within and outside of relationships. So, please be comfortable with some angst and dark themes, but we can also discuss triggers/boundaries prior to plotting too. I would also be down for a few fluffy plots with less angst, I’m just not looking for as many of those at the moment.

My main genres are fantasy (medieval, ancient, gaslamp, futuristic), modern, and supernatural (excluding romance/drama since that’s a given) and I’m fine with realistic fcs, descriptions, or drawn/animated fcs. I also love chatting ooc (esp about character writing & ocs) and making playlists if that’s something you also like. If you’re interested in any of the below concepts, leave a like and I’ll reach out!

- vengeful serial killer whose victims all have a link to someone powerful & the agent tasked with covertly eliminating them or catching them

- forbidden romance with two people from rival crime syndicates or noble families (preferably futuristic or fantasy for the second option)

- vampire x vampire hunter / demon x hunter or a god’s vessel/priest

- villain x hero

- android x human

- rival dragonriders

- a god x mortal or cursed demigod x demigod hero

- fantasy arranged marriage w/ rivals to lovers or enemies to lovers

- childhood friends to enemies to lovers or childhood friends to lovers except they can’t get their stuff together and one ends up dating the other’s sibling

- childhood rivals to lovers who’ve spent their childhood competing against one another in almost anything possible. pls give me the dark academia vibes

- (fictional) royal x celebrity

- a spy or assassin romance where they’re either from enemy nations/factions or they’re tasked with hunting each other down

- queen x king’s mistress or mistress x heir(ess) who has to marry to maintain inheritance. bonus points for being set in a period of brewing revolution 👀

- feel free to bring any of your own concepts/ideas!

#rp #roleplay #oc rp #original rp #fandomless rp #modern rp #fantasy rp #supernatural rp

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22 asexual looking for 20+ for MxF roleplay. For this particular plot, I play M!

Looking for something very specific! If you have something similar and also specific, we can double. If I catch your interest drop a like, and we can chat.

I'm very much inspired by a plotline in BBC ghosts, although I want to do a separate setting with oc characters.

Your muse/oc is modern era F and has recently moved into an old stately home in the countryside. They can be working/studying there, buying it, or inheriting - or whatever you like!

My muse is M the ghost of a bohemian poet and writer, haunting the house. He falls in love with your muse at first sight and begins to leave poems and sweet nothings written around the house for her, using his limited grasp on reality to try and reach out.

From there we can develop them however we feel works!

Would definitely want to chat a lot OOC and otherwise plan out our story!

#oc roleplay #oc rp #mxf

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Knightstone Household: Chapter 8, Part 4

In this part we have Silas aging up to a child during an alien filled birthday party, which is ultimately thrown off track by an unfortunate event.

Nicknames Suzanna is Mummy or Starlight Adam is Pops or My Heart Silas is Starshine Pollock is Pol or Moondust If Pollock is trying to babble real words they will be in brackets

Someone is not excited for a morning raspberry (I should have recognised this as the omen it was but I absolutely did not).

Adam: Good Morning. Happy Birthday Silas

Silas: Pops, can I have bath for my birthday?

Adam: What?

Silas: I not mean to make you dis pointed when I not want bath last night

Adam: *chuckles* I have a hot-head Silas, it's something Pops has to try work on

Silas: But can I has bath

Adam: Please try to keep the water in the tub this time

Adam: Silas had a bath for his birthday, he doesn’t want presents

Silas: No, NO! Pops lie

Suzanna: Well it’s a good thing we already got some stuff then isn’t it

Silas: So…. I do get gifts?

Adam: Nope, not even one

Silas: Pops!

Suzanna: Not until your party Starshine

The family work their way through breakfast and Adam lets Silas out while he busies himself making the birthday cake.

Pollock and Silas go outside while Suzanna tends to the garden. Suzanna harvests and Pollock balances… or tries to balance.

Silas: You want to walk Pol? You can copy me

Pol: ca la do dah (I don’t want to be carried)

Suzanna: Oh Moondust did you just babble

Silas: Mummy what is babble

Suzanna: It’s like… trying to talk… but instead of proper words you’re getting used to making sounds

Silas: When can he talk? I want him to talk

Pollock: Ca ru la dun (Balance legs, balance)

Suzanna: We’ll have to wait and see

Suzanna, taking the day off work, sets off for a quick run. The boys are in the backyard and Adam can see it from the office. On her way out she spots what looks like Kayleigh in the distance (Kayleigh is her friend, and aware she and Adam are aliens)

*Doorbell rings*

Adam: The party doesn’t start until- Hey!

Kayleigh: Hey! You’re having a party?

Adam: Silas turns 6 today. We wanted to invite local aliens for Silas to chat with but you are more than welcome to stay. I made coconut cake

Kayleigh: Now how could I turn down coconut cake? They'd kick me out of Sulani

Silas: Hello plant, how are you today

Plant:

Silas: That is nice to hear

Pollock: *snores*

Silas: It is nice to meet you

Plant:

Adam: What are you doing son

Silas: Practicing saying hi. Do I sound human Pops?

Adam: Try not to worry about that today, we'll be mainly with other aliens

The guests start arriving and the household, apart from a snoozing Pollock, change to their party clothes. Silas takes the chance to have one last proper playtime with his Pops before Suzanna comes to collect him for his cake.

Suzanna: Are you ready to get big

Silas: Yes Mummy but gifts-

Suzanna: The gifts will be there afterwards. Come along Starshine

The aliens (plus Shelley Turner and her daughter) make their way through the house to the backyard for the celebration.

Suzanna: Ready to make a wish

Adam: He can’t

Silas: Pops?

Adam: We have to sing first

Silas: *giggles* Can I sing

Suzanna: We sing to you Starshine but if you want to sing to then you sing along

Adam launches into a rendition of Happy Birthday and Silas gets excited. He asks Suzanna to help him with the candles as he can’t reach quite high enough. And then, he grows up!

Silas rolled the music lover trait and the Whiz Kid aspiration. Red is a new favourite colour but I just couldn’t go past this shirt for his party outfit.

Silas: Who are your parents again

Tyree: Over there. Skinner and Larain

Ruth: My parents are Yolanda and Katherine

Tyree: No they’re not

Ruth: What?

Tyree: You have to have a dad

Ruth: *rolls eyes* Not with modern technology you don’t. Clearly your parents failed to educate you (and clearly someone inherited their mother's sass)

The only humans here other than Kayleigh are Shelley and her daughter Anya who are new neighbours.

Shelley: Just don’t make me look bad in front of my boss and you’ll get a raise in you allowance

Anya: But Kelly’s parents-

Shelley: Anya, enough about that kid! You'd think you have no other friends

Adam: Hi there, I don’t think we’ve met

Shelley: I’m Shelley Turner, this is my daughter Anya. I work with Suzanna and we saw you move in. We just live across the way

For a minute Adam looks like he's trying hard to remember if Suzanna mentioned her, but then he remembers! How could he forget?

Adam: Oh Shelley!

Shelley: *sighs* yes, the woman who tried ghost goo only to become a permanent ghost for a while

Skinner: A ghost! But you are now human again? How fascinating

Shelley: It really wasn’t. Thank goodness the watcher got their act together and fixed it

Nihel: You’re who?

Myrtle: We live just across the fields. My husband was successful talking to Larain telepathically to extend our invitation to the area

As if on cue Myrtle's husband Armando joins the aliens on the deck.

Katherine: Larain was right? First time for everything I guess. Nobody tell her

Armando: Oh I already did, telepathically and in the study

Katherine: *rolls eyes* fabulous

Adam: Well I’m glad you invited us, it’s lovely here

Armando: It is! The population is roughly 50% alien in Chestnut Ridge so the local humans are used to things being odd, people of all colours being out and about, it's perfect for raising a family

Suzanna: Hey there Moondust, how about some milk

Pollock: coo na ma ree (Yes for milk)

Suzanna: Let’s go have a nap huh? Away from the noise

But as Suzanna settles Pollock on her arm something goes wrong. He is far more squishy than normal. She decides a diaper change is in order but the stink cloud is already forming.

Marianna: Oh Suz- Are you okay

But Pollock’s diaper has suffered a blow out and there is no coming back!

Suzanna: Oh no, please don’t-

Pollock: ca luu do *pee falls to a puddle on the ground*

Suzanna: Oh come on watcher! I thought we did his diaper a few hours ago

Katherine: That is disgusting

Suzanna: Yes Katherine, thanks for letting me know. I would not have come to that conclusion by myself

Katherine: I’m just sayin Suz

Marianna: Why don’t you take him inside? We can keep an eye out for Silas and-

Katherine: You can decontaminate yourself as fast as alienly possible

Silas is less than pleased with his brother upstaging him at his own party by pooping himself so Nihel ushers him and the kids inside, distracting them with some video games.

...

Armando: You should come and visit us sometime, bring dinner

Myrtle: If you tried cooking it with us we’d probably have to kick you out

Kayleigh: Hey Adam, sorry to interrupt, can you look at this photo I took of my latest piece? It would be great to get a heads up for what the review will be like

Adam: You know I’m a fan of your paintings. Review is likely to be positive but sure, I can give some pre thoughts

Suzanna: Safest thing is just straight in the bath I reckon

Pollock: Ca du la lee

Suzanna: Let me just wash my hands then we can start on you stinky

Pollock: Dun de gar

...

Ruth: Cool party Silas. Shame about Pollock

Silas: He couldn’t have pooped himself away from the cake? No. He had to ruin everyone’s wish to eat instead

Adam: Words cannot express how glad I am that the blowout did not happen on me

Suzanna: *laughs* Thanks for the support Adam

Adam: I’m just saying if it did I would absolutely be throwing up as well

Suzanna: Was Silas okay after I had to take Pollock off

Adam: He- He did seem a bit annoyed about it

Suzanna: Shoot. I should talk to him

Adam: I don’t think he’s much in the mood for talking Starlight

Suzanna: I should still try

Suzanna: Starshine can-

Silas: I need a nap Mummy, not now

Nevertheless Suzanna watches over him and tucks him in. While he rests she has her own dinner and Adam works on his review piece of Kayleigh’s latest painting. He’s not asleep long however and gets up to pour through the book he got for his birthday, introduction to piano.

Silas: Mummy

Suzanna: Yes? Hold on a sec, he needs to be burped

Pollock: *burps perfect bubbles*

Suzanna settles Pollock in the high chair and turns to her eldest who has his arms up for a hug.

Suzanna: *giddy* Oh hey you

Silas: I know I got mad about Pollock but I didn’t mean to be mad at you Mummy

Suzanna: If you think that was mad- well… I’m so glad you don’t know worse

Silas: Pollock on the other hand *jokily* someone was a stinky butt face of a brother

Pollock: *bursts into tears*

Silas: Pol, I was joking

Pollock: *continues to cry*

Suzanna: I don’t think he understand humour yet, he barely understands words. And remember he’s sensitive

Pollock: *wails*

Silas: Don’t worry Mummy, I’ll fix this

Silas begins to pull a series of bizarre faces at his brother who soon begins to laugh at his antics.

Suzanna: Come on boys, bedtime I think

She takes Pollock in to change his diaper, the memory of the blowout still very fresh in her mind. She gets him clean and changed before putting him in his crib for the night.

Suzanna: Good night Moondust, good dreams

Pollock: Na baa do (good night)

Silas: Night night Pollock. Night night Mummy

Suzanna: Good night Starshine. May you sail the skies in your dreams

Adam: Ready to go to bed

Suzanna: You bet. I think Silas is doing better now. Did you get your piece done

Adam: Drafted, edited, proof read. All set to be published in the morning. Before we woohoo I just need you to tell me again that you've showered since the blowout

Suzanna: *laughs* I've showered since the blowout

It’s a restful night for the household but the dawn brings an unwelcome gift, dust bunnies on all three storeys!

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#sims 4 #the sims #the sims 4 #R0807 #ChangingPlumbobStorytime #KnightstoneHousehold #SuzannaKnightstone #PolKnightstone #AdamKnightstone #SilasKnightstone #simblr #KayleighFoster

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