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gosecretscribbles · 1 month ago

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Stanuary 2025 Week 1: Mindscape

Summary: Stan is on the beach looking for clothes to steal when heatstroke sets in. He pops out of his body and into the Mindscape, where our favorite Dorito is hoping to make a deal.

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Stanley was cold.

He got up and walked. Sand and candy wrappers crunched under his bare feet. Shorebirds chased the waves back and forth. Gulls chased the occasional flying chip wrapper. It was really hot today. Why was he cold again?

Whatever. He was busy. He was sick of hand-me-downs. Pa only bought Ford new clothes. Stan was sick of hand-me-downs. By the time Stan got them, it was because Ford had almost outgrown them, which meant Stan only wore them for a week before they were too tight to really wear. So he was going to find a few charitable tourists and borrow some semi-new stuff.

Except there…weren’t any tourists. That was weird, too. And the gulls were gone. And he was cold. If it was so hot, why was he shivering? Shivering sucked. Stan got up and started walking.

Had…had he been lying down?

“Stupid sand,” he grumbled. Must’ve tripped. Ugh, he was cold. He squinted. Oh, duh, there were no tourists because he was headed the wrong way. He could see the shadow of the Stan O’ War over by the cliffs. They’d only been working on it a couple of months, but they’d stowed some basic running away supplies in there. Water and chips and a couple towels. He could use a towel. He got up and started walking.

The Stan O’ War was getting close now. He felt a little better already, and a whole lot lighter. He grinned. See? Stan-the-Man’s still kickin’. You know what, forget the beach. I’ll go to the boardwalk and steal the clothes right off people’s backs! Literally!

“I’ll train a pet fly!” he said aloud. “I’d make it go up people’s shirts and bug them until they took it off. No wait, a pet wasp. Wasps are cool. I’ll tie some string around it like a leash and feed it…whatever wasps ate. Apples? Oh, I could use Shanklin! No, wait, if I sic Shanklin on them, Shanklin he’d just tear up the clothes. Okay, no Shanklin.”

He was still working out his plan when he reached the boat. He put one hand on the side of the boat and lifted his foot to step over the broken wood.

His hand went straight through the boat.

He fell forward with a sharp cry, expecting more pain as wood dug into his leg. But he didn’t even hit the ground. He looked down. He was floating. Apparently.

“Huh.” He waved his hand through the boat again. Come to think of it, he hadn’t heard his own footsteps for the past…however long. “Am I a ghost? Oh man, Sixer’s gonna love this!”

“HEY THERE, KIDDO!”

Stan looked up. Lounging against the mast was a bright yellow triangle. It had one eye, little stick limbs and a top hat. He snorted. “A bow tie? What are you, an insurance salesman?”

“HA! YOU KNOW WHAT THEY SAY, KID! DRESS FOR THE JOB YOU WANT, NOT THE JOB YOU HAVE!” The triangle swooped down and circled Stan. “YEESH. YOU WANT TO BE A TRASH HEAP, KID?”

“Depends, what’ll you pay me for it?”

The triangle laughed and zipped away, coming to rest on the rail of the boat. “YOU KNOW WHAT? I LIKE YOU KID! NAME’S BILL! HOW’S ABOUT I HELP YOU GET SOME REAL DUDS, HUH?”

“Yeah? You the magic money fairy?”

“EVEN BETTER, KID!” The triangle multiplied itself in a ring around Stan. All the triangle-guys tilted in slightly and their shapes turned into screens. He saw recordings of himself, like he was watching his memories play out on TV. The time he got Ford’s old jeans. The time he patched up Ford’s old belt with tape. The time Ford ripped a white T-shirt, so when Stan got it, he started rolling up his sleeves. “I’VE BEEN WATCHING YOU, KID. WHY STOP AT A WARDROBE UPDATE? I CAN UPDATE YOUR WHOLE LIFE! NEW HOUSE, NEW YOU, NEW FAMILY! WHADDAYA SAY?”

“Nah.” He turned and started doggy-paddling through the air.

The triangle was suddenly in front of him again, a little too fast. His yellow edges seemed to snap with static. “HEEEEY, BUDDY! PAL! WHAT’S THE RUSH? I’M OFFERING THE SALE OF YOUR TEENY TINY EXISTANCE!”

“Con,” Stan said flatly.

“WHAT –”

“COOOOON,” Stan said flatly, sounding bored. He lounged back on thin air. “Pretty bad one, too. Is this from the moldy corn chips last night?”

Bill was definitely buzzing with static. The yellow flashed briefly to red. “CORNCHIP? GUESS AGAIN, KID! YOU’RE IN THE MINDSCAPE! I’M AS REAL AS YOU ARE!”

Stan frowned. “Mindscape? I’m dreaming?”

“DREAMING, ASTRAL-PROJECTING, DYING, WHAT’S THE DIFFERENCE? DO YOU REALLY WANT TO RUSH BACK TO A FLESH PUPPET THAT’S HOT, HUNGRY, AND TIRED?”

“Yep. Bye.” He swam through Bill.

Bill turned bright red and got way, way bigger. Bigger than a dump truck. His eye turned black with a slitted white pupil.

“BIG MISTAKE, KID –”

“Con.”

“I’VE BEEN WAITING A TRILLION YEARS – ”

“Con.”

“STOP SAYING –”

“COOOOOON.”

It might’ve been scary, but Stan had already proved that they couldn’t touch each other when he ghosted through Bill. He was pretty sure this was all real, though. Mostly because he’d never ever dream up a bowtie and a top hat. What was that even about? Was the money fairy running for president or something? At least grow a beard, Mr. Shiny Abe Lincoln! Or get lasers. Lasers were cool.

If this was real, though, then he wasn’t sure what had happened to his body. He didn’t really remember dying, so maybe he was just…part ghost? He’d been walking around on the beach before, so his body was probably somewhere on the sand. He wanted to go back to it. But it actually was nice not to feel hungry or tired. That, and the sun was starting to set. Ford might’ve gone looking and found him. And Stan really didn’t want to lead this thing back to his brother. He wasn’t sure if being a ghost meant people could see them or not. If they could, though, Ford would take one look at Bill and go all Obsessed Robo Nerd. No thanks.

It took a few hours, but Stan eventually made Bill go away by singing “I know a song that gets on everybody’s nerves” over and over. Bill started making weird screechy noises at him, which was absolutely hilarious. But the sun was setting and he really needed to find his body before the gulls tried to eat him for smelling like corn chips.

Sure enough, he spotted his body slumped over a little way up the beach. Looked like he’d collapsed face-down. (Okay that was a little bit funny.) The tide was coming in up to his shoulder. Ford had found him, at least, and was dragging him out of – oh, wait, no, he was dragging Stan into the water. A flock of seagulls surrounded them, periodically trying to dive-bomb Stan’s body. Ford was trying to fend them off with a bent beach umbrella.

“Back, ye beasts!” Ford shouted at them. “BACK TO THE DUMPSTERS FROM WHENCE YOU CAME!”

…Alright, so Ford wasn’t completely trying to kill him. Just drown him. Apparently.

Stan braced himself and dove back into his body. He didn’t even have a full second to think, It worked! before gravity yanked him face-first into the next wave. He flailed, coughing hard, and all of his limbs threatened to crush him under his own weight. He thought he’d felt cold before. He was practically freezing!

“Stan!” Ford grabbed Stan’s head and pulled him above the wave. Which did not help. Ford realized this and switched dropped him –

“OW!”

– and then grabbed Stan under the armpits, hauling him a little further up the beach. The seagulls drew back, sullen disappointment in their beady little eyes.

“Sixer,” Stan croaked.

“Stanley! You’re alive!”

“You – tried to – drown me!” he managed between coughs.

“I’m trying to cool you down! How long were you out here? You’ve got really bad heatstroke, you’re burning up!”

Is that what this was? Heatstroke felt like a bad fever, times a thousand. His body hurt and he was so cold his teeth were chattering and he couldn’t even see and he felt so dizzy he was going to throw up.

“Wanna go back t’ the mind thing,” Stan groaned, and then almost screamed when the next wave crashed over his legs and back. It was so cold, why was it so cold and why did it hurt so much?

“…making sense. It’s okay! We just – okay, we can’t go to a hospital, but I read about heatstroke! You can’t sleep – no, that’s concussions. But it’s fine, we’re cooling you off –”

“Hurts.”

“We have to, Stanley, you could die from heatstroke!”

Ford’s face was really pale, actually, even in the orange light of the setting sun. No wait, it was night. Because it was all dark.

“It’s not dark, I just opened the umbrella. Uh, you’re cooling off, you also need to drink a ton of water not the seawater!” Ford yanked Stan’s chin up above the waves. Stan tried to bite him. He was thirsty! “No! It’s 3% salt, processing salt in your kidneys takes more water, you’ll actually dehydrate drinking it –”

Stan lost track of what Ford was saying. His head was pounding and his vision was going all dark. But Ford was making nerd noises, which must mean that everything was okay. He closed his eyes. This time, instead of a weird talking triangle, he saw black, and slipped down into a heavy sleep.

Week 2

#gravity falls #stanley pines #stan pines #stanford pines #ford pines #young stan #young ford #stanuary 2025 #minscape #week 1 #bill cipher #some angst #heatstroke

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hsfan94 · 5 months ago

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You Belong With Me

AN: another older one from the drafts that I’ve finally found an ending for.

Y/n moved in with Harry back in 2016, after he discovered he couldn’t handle being alone for long periods of time. They had been friends for a little over a year and she was struggling to afford a place on her own in any of the three cities she worked in (NYC, LA, London), so they made arrangements to share his places. Y/n hesitated when he pitched the idea for a few reasons. For starters, he had been seeing Kendall Jenner at the time. She knew they weren’t doing anything more than “having fun”, Harry’s words, but she still thought it might be weird for him to live with one girl when he was sleeping with a different one. The other reason was that she had been in love with him, so getting more time to be domestic with him was dangerous.

However, not even a year into it she realized she worried too much. They were seldom at the same house for more than a week at a time with each other because they had different and busy schedules. She even asked Harry if it actually helped him and he said just knowing someone else lived there and seeing her stuff soothed him tremendously.

To tell the truth, she never expected them to still be living together years later. She always assumed Harry would eventually get serious with someone and give her an eviction notice. She held her breath every day the year he was with Camille. She kept expecting them to take that step as it was the longest he’d been with someone in the time she’d known him, but they never did. Camille was sweet and would never admit to it but Y/n’s pretty sure she played a part in their breakup. When she told Harry that Camille might not have been comfortable with him having a roommate he brushed her off saying, “We were at different points in life. We wanted different things.” She had trouble believing that after Fine Line came out.

When the pandemic hit they finally got to spend more time than ever together under the same roof and Y/n got used to it. She liked watching movies and tv with Harry. She liked cooking with him. They got very experimental in the kitchen. She liked going on hikes and trying at home workouts together. She even liked getting drunk and playing games, especially two person Twister. All of the things they did she liked, but what she loved was the fact that they felt and acted like a couple. One night the illusion had been so strong that they almost kissed! She’d be lying if she said she didn’t expect them to cross that line but sadly they never did.

When he came home to pack a bag in November, because he had to do a quarantine somewhere else due to someone on set testing positive, she felt the intimacy bubble pop. She could feel it deep within her that things would change from that day forth and they did. Two months later she found out he’d been sleeping with Olivia Wilde since October, which she’s not even sure how that’s possible, and they had been dating ever since. She was honestly shocked. She for sure expected this one to fizzle out faster than the rest but it didn’t. It kept going. What made her sadder was that they had hardly been in the same city the last two years let alone at the same house. So, she had just been waiting patiently for him to kick her out. He knew she could afford it now. The only thing that bothered her about leaving Harry’s house was the woman lined up to take her place. They weren’t right for each other.

Tonight was the first time in months Harry and Y/n had been at the same house. She had come to London to work on a project and he was there on a little break before his European tour started. They were staying at his place in Hampstead. It was her favorite for many reasons but one of those being that it was his first place he ever bought himself and it gave her insight to what he was like before they met. She should have expected to not be the only house guest he had but she was still thrown off guard when he came in, not alone.

The door slammed against the wall and voices bickered in the distance.

“I just don’t understand why you were rude to the waitress.” Her Harry spoke.

“She asked you for a picture. Why does it matter? They make a living wage here.”

Y/n rolled her eyes. She worked as a waitress for a couple years before her entertainment career kicked off and people that were rude to service staff were the worst kind if you ask her.

“God you don’t get it. It’s about being nice. And it didn’t bother me that-“ He stopped speaking when his eyes landed on his best friend cooking dinner in the kitchen. The frown that had taken over his face amid the argument turned into a bright smile at the sight before him. “Y/n! I totally forgot you said you were going to be here this week.”

He walked over to her and gave her a hug. Over his shoulder she saw his girlfriend shoot her a death glare.

“Yeah. I hope I’m not intruding.” She knew she was.

“Not at all. You live here. How could you be intruding?”

“Seriously?” It was muttered under Olivia’s breath but she knew they could hear her.

“What are you cooking? It smells lovely.” He glanced at the pots his friend had momentarily forgotten and ignored his girlfriend completely.

“Miso ramen with salmon and tofu.” She stirred the broth again and flipped the fish in the pan.

“My favorite. Too bad I already ate.” He seemed like he wished he hadn’t gone out with Olivia at all now. “Well, I’d hate to disturb your plans. We’ll get off to bed.”

He sauntered towards his pink stairs expecting her to follow him and she did so like a petulant child. Just before they reached the top Y/n heard her say, “Why is she here? Can’t she afford to live alone by now? She’s 26.”

Y/n was not offended. In fact, she thought that was rich coming from a 38 year old who was not only dating a 28 year old but acted like she was only 20.

Y/n thought with their retreat the night would be peaceful but shortly after they disappeared their argument got louder.

“I’m not doing this with you again!” Harry screamed.

She could only hear bits and pieces from both of them.

“Kick her out,” Olivia said.

“I don’t know what else you want from me. We’ve made it this far, isn't that enough proof?”

“How am I supposed to trust you?”

“Me!? Trust me!? You’re the one that was with someone else.” She had never heard him this angry.

After that she decided to put on music to tune them out. She had many reasons she didn’t like Olivia but the main one was the Harry she brought out. Y/n’s Harry was calm, easygoing, loving and happy but above all drama free. Olivia’s Harry was dark, angry, haunted and all over the tabloids and internet gossip. It might have had nothing to do with her and everything to do with their compatibility but either way it broke Y/n’s heart to see him this way.

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The next morning she decided to put as little strain on their relationship as possible. She made them both breakfast and after they came down to see her plating the food, she told them to enjoy and made a swift exit. Before her escape she caught some glares and words from Olivia.

“This wont make me like you or fix our living arrangements.”

Even though she knew Harry would chew her out for it Y/n couldn’t help but let it get to her. She thought about the living arrangements comment all day and decided she should talk to Harry that night.

On her walk back to the house she remembered the day he proposed the idea.

“Live with me. It’d fix both our issues.” He had blurted out randomly amid her rambling about the state of rent prices.

“Won’t it get weird? Like if we have partners and stuff?”

“No. We’ll make it work. Come on, it'll be fun. Like we’re in university, I never got to do that.” He was persistent, she gave him that.

“Okay. But just till I can get on my feet or you find a replacement.” She winked at him and he laughed.

She had been joking about the replacement but now she feared he had taken her seriously.

Stepping off the tube, Y/n decided to take the longer, more scenic route to their house. As she walked she thought about the night they almost kissed.

Harry almost fell over trying to spin the wheel.

“Oi! Okay… It says right hand on green.”

Y/n had never been this drunk before. She chalked it up to wanting to keep up with Harry but now she regretted it as she was trying to remain in her twister position. Upon hearing his instruction she realized moving her hand to green would put them in quite the compromising position. She did it anyway.

“Hey there. Don’t get any ideas, love,” he said, peering down at her.

Her face was practically in his crotch.

“Don’t worry. I’m not interested.” She smiled up at him.

“Ouch.” He went to spin again but drunkenly lost his balance and fell on her.

“Oi! Harry! That hurt.”

They both laughed and when they collected themselves she became aware of how close they were. His hips were perched between her legs and she could feel his breath on her lips.

“Your eyes have a bit of green in them. I’ve never noticed,” he said. He brought a hand up to her face to swipe her hair away from her cheek.

“Yeah, they’re hazel. It’s like a cross between brown and green.”

He started to lean in and just when she thought they were about to kiss his head fell to her shoulder.

“Can we just sleep here? I don’t think I can get up.”

And they did sleep there that night. On the floor, tangled in each other.

She walked through the outside door of their house not even remembering coming out of the park or the rest of the walk. She had been lost in her thoughts. She was relieved that he was home alone.

“Harry?”

He was in the kitchen, at the island reading a book and drinking something out of a mug.

“There’s my favorite girl!” He turned to face her.

Her heart clenched and fluttered at his words.

“We need to talk. Is Olivia here?”

“No, she took the kids to the zoo.”

It made her uncomfortable that he was dating someone with kids because it made her think about him being a father to kids that weren’t hers.

“Okay cool.” She took the seat next to him, facing him fully.

Just as she was about to start his phone rang.

“Hang on.” He glanced down to see who it was and rolled his eyes. He got up and walked to look out the window as he answered. “What’s up, Olivia?”

Y/n wasn’t sure what had happened in the time she was gone but she assumed they were still fighting.

“Aren’t you supposed to be at the zoo with the kids?”

She wished she could hear the other end but she just pretended to be busy.

“How did you forget it’s not your day?”

A bit of silence.

“No, I’m busy.”

More silence.

“Why are you still on that? It was a fucking joke! You’ve known me long enough that you should know that.”

More silence and then he shook his head.

“I’m not doing this with you right now. Bye.” He hung up and came back to his spot like nothing had happened.

“You okay?” She asked.

“I just don’t know what happened. We had been drama free and then for the last few months she’s been picking fights. Getting angry at my jokes, at my job and at my relationship with you. It’s exhausting. I just want one good day.”

She felt horrible for potentially making his day worse but she had to bring it up.

“About that… I don’t think we can do this anymore.”

“Do what?”

“Live together.” She paused to take a deep breath. “We’re getting too old for it.”

“What? Where’s this coming from?”

“Last night. I felt like I was intruding.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. You can’t intrude when it’s your house.”

“It’s not my house though, Harry. It’s yours. You bought it with your own money a decade ago.”

“But you live here.”

She sighed. She stood up and walked over to turn on the kettle.

“Do you not like living together anymore?” He sounded so hurt.

“Harry, you’re in a serious relationship now. Things are just different.”

“How are they any different from when I was with Camille? You didn’t threaten to move out then.” His voice was getting louder, like he was getting angry.

“No, but I probably should have. Then you might still be together.”

“That doesn’t make any sense Y/n, I’m with Olivia now, I’m over her.”

“I just mean I don’t want to cause another breakup.”

“I don’t know what to say.” He just stared at her from across the island.

“Look, Harry, I love you and I have thoroughly enjoyed our arrangement but things are a lot more complicated now then they were back then.”

He stayed silent. After a moment he came around the island and stood in front of her. He slowly pulled her into a tight hug.

“Okay. If that’s how you feel, I won’t try to convince you otherwise, but at least stick it out a little longer yeah? Until you secure another place. I’ll help you look for something and my door will always be open for you.”

They didn’t say much else after that. Luckily that night, Olivia stayed somewhere else so Y/n could have a moment to think about everything in peace.

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Harry was terrified. Y/n telling him she wanted to leave was the worst thing that had ever happened to him. That conversation between them hurt worse than any breakup he’s ever had. He wasn’t really sure why though.

He was also confused. It sounded like she didn’t actually want to leave but more like she felt she had to. He also didn’t understand why she brought up Camille and why it seemed she wished he was still with her. Did she miss Camille? He knew she and Olivia did not get along but he couldn’t recall her and Camille ever interacting much either.

He was hurt. He wanted her to stay. He wanted her, period. He knew he’d fucked up. He always fucked up. The truth is Y/n was the last thing he had left of his time in the band. If he lost her he wouldn’t have anything that reminded him of that time in his life. Sure, he could call the boys whenever, but Y/n was someone who liked him before he was successful on his own and that meant something to him. She was genuine. They had never really had a fight before. That night was the first. If you could call it a fight anyway.

He felt ashamed. Over lockdown, they had been so close to becoming what he wanted them to be but he got scared. The night they almost kissed was his favorite memory to date. But the next day, because he was scared, he went and did something stupid.

There was a knock at his trailer door. Even the smallest of sounds sent a pounding through his head. He rushed to open it to make it stop.

“Hey, sexy thing, are you ready for your scene?” It was Olivia.

She had started calling him names like that pretty early on. He was bummed at first because this was his first time to have a main part and he was excited to work with professionals only to find out how unprofessional the director truly was. He had gotten used to it though.

“No. I got too drunk last night.”

“Alone?”

“No, me and my best mate live together. She used to be a bartender and we were experimenting with new recipes. She’s a heavy pourer, that's for sure.”

“You poor thing.” Olivia had entered the trailer and was now inappropriately close.

“What are you doing?” He said, backing up into the wall.

“Don’t think about it.”

He knew he should have said no, but he was so tired of pining over Y/n. He had given her so many chances to make a move and she never did. He hadn’t thought that this thing with Olivia would turn into what it had. He thought for sure back then it was a one time thing but she kept wanting to do it again and then one day she was claiming she loved him. Then, factoring in that she had ruined her family for him, he felt obligated to be with her. He wasn’t happy. So, Y/n was the best thing in his life and she was threatening to leave. He didn’t want to force her to stay so he didn’t say much when she brought it up but now he wished he’d said more.

The next day he had already felt a shift between them.

He stumbled down to the kitchen to find her there making chocolate chip pancakes.

“You’re like a proper housewife, you know that?”

She didn’t smile at his joke. In fact she hardly looked at him. His heart cracked.

“Come on, Y/n. Don’t do this.”

Silence. She put his food on a plate and placed it in front of him. She turned around to make herself a latte with the espresso machine he bought just for her. When she came to sit beside him and still said nothing he snapped.

“That’s enough!” He had never heard his own voice so loud.

She flinched away from him and he had never wished to die more.

“Hey, I’m sorry, I didn't mean to scare you.” He reached for her and she finally looked at him, allowing him to grab her hand.

“Y/n I can’t do this. I didn’t say anything last night because I didn’t want to force you to stay but I can’t live without you.”

“Harry, I’d just be moving out.”

He shook his head aggressively.

“You don’t get it. I can’t live without you. I don’t want you to go, you're all I have.”

“That’s not true and you know it. If anything it’s the other way around.”

They had both forgotten their food.

“You are. It’s been hard not being in the same place at the same time but when we are, it brightens my day. When I came home the other night and you were in the kitchen cooking dinner, it was like a dream. It’s all I want, for the rest of my life.”

“Okay, but don’t you want it with someone you love? You don’t need your silly best friend when you have a girlfriend.”

How could someone be so dense?

“Never mind.”

“It’ll be okay I promise. In fact, I’m mainly looking at places in the neighborhood.”

They didn’t talk much more about it. He couldn’t handle it.

That was in May. It was now November. And he hadn’t seen his pretty best friend in so long. She had come to the first two New York shows as she was working on stuff in New York that week, but that had been over two months ago. So much had happened. When she came to those shows it was the first time he’d seen her since the moving out conversation. He wanted to drop to his knees and beg but he was trying not to upset Olivia. He’s not sure why now because they’ve had so many fights since then. Including a big one in September that led to them breaking up and he hadn’t been upset by it either.

He was getting ready to go on stage when there was a knock at the door.

He rushed to open it. There she was, standing in front of him like a dream.

“Y/n.” It was no louder than a whisper.

“Hey. I know you’re about to go on, but maybe after the show we can talk?”

He nodded so fast he thought his head would fall off.

“Okay. Great. I’ll see you in a few hours.” She turned to leave but he wouldn’t have it. He grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her to him.

“There’s no need to run away. You can hang out until show time.”

He had her in a tight hug.

“I just… I need to get a drink and find my seat.”

“Seat? You’re not gonna stand with Jeff and them?”

“No. My friend bought tickets before she realized I could get us VIP access.” She laughed like it was a joke but it hurt his feelings. How did she have a friend that didn’t know that? He talked about her to all his friends all the time. “Plus, your girlfriend is here and I don’t want to cause any issues.”

“Okay. Well, I’ll see you after?”

She nodded and left. He felt empty. It was like he had already lost her. He pushed his feelings down and went on stage pretending to be the happiest man alive.

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Y/n was nervous. She lied about a friend buying tickets. She didn’t want him to know it was her choice to be further away. She figured he knew anyway. She had been putting space between them since May. She knew that if she wanted to stay in his life, she needed to get over him and she couldn’t do that being around him all the time. So, she was nervous because she was going to tell him she found a place. Not just one though. She found three flats, one for each city. That news wasn’t so bad she supposed but she was scared to tell him that they weren’t in his neighborhood. She lied before. Y/n couldn’t afford to live in North London, Malibu or the upper west side in Manhattan, but she didn’t want to hurt him anymore than she had.

When Harry started singing Kiwi she excused herself and made her way to his dressing room. She was surprised no one else was waiting there.

She was sitting on the couch in his dressing room when the door burst open.

“Hey stranger.” She smiled at him. He looked terrified and she didn’t know why.

“Thank god. I thought you left.” He closed the door behind him.

“I said I wanted to talk, didn’t I?”

“Yeah but I saw you get up and leave and then you weren’t outside the door.” He made his way to the couch and sat beside her. “What did you want to talk about?”

She sighed. “I don’t know how you’ll take this.”

He was silent so she continued. “I found a place. Well more than one.”

“Oh.” He stood up and went to change.

“I haven’t signed anything yet, it's not a done deal.”

“Okay? Why is that important?” He didn’t look at her once.

“They aren’t in your neighborhood.”

He turned around at that.

“I thought you said you were only going to look at places in the neighborhood. Do you really not want to be around me that badly?” His face was drenched in hurt.

“No! Not at all.” She stood up too and made her way over to him. “I just can’t afford the same areas you can.”

“That’s not all it is and you know it.” The hurt was now mixed with anger.

“What?”

“Don’t play dumb. You’ve been keeping your distance. We’ve hardly seen each other or spoken since May.”

“We’re busy people, H.”

“That's bullshit and you know it. I always make time for you.”

He pulled on his sweats and walked to the vanity.

“I don’t understand why you’re mad.” She followed right behind him.

“Because my best friend doesn’t like me anymore.” He whipped around to face her as he spoke. “I’m not mad either. I’m fucking depressed.” She thought she saw the shimmer of tears forming in his eyes.

“Hey.” She cautiously reached for his hands and held them in hers. “I love you. It’s just been hard to be around you lately.”

“Why? What did I do?” He held her hands tighter.

“You did nothing. It’s all me.” She looked at their hands. She couldn’t look at him as she came clean. “I’m in love with you and having to watch you be with someone else, it’s gotten to be too much. I have to move out because if we keep living together, I’m going to start to believe you love me too. Don’t you want to live with someone you love? Don’t you want to come home to the person you love most cooking for you after a late night and cuddle them to sleep?”

She looked back up to see him smiling.

“I do want that.”

“See. And you could have that with Olivia, I just need to not be in the way.” She started to step back but he held her tighter.

“I don’t want it with Olivia.”

“What?”

“I don’t love her. Not the way you are insinuating.”

“Then why are you with her?”

He took a deep breath.

“Because I couldn’t be with you.”

Her mouth fell open.

“What?” It was barely louder than a whisper.

“That night we got drunk, do you remember?” She nodded so he continued. “Well, I almost kissed you but I knew it would ruin everything so I didn’t. Then the next day, on set, Olivia made a move and I don’t know, I was tired of being alone.” He couldn’t look at her, he was ashamed of himself.

“Are you serious?” She sounded angry so he looked up to see her face and it was indeed set in a frown. He let her continue. “Harry, you have to be the dumbest person I’ve ever met.”

She put distance between them and he missed her the minute she let go of his hands.

“You have never been alone! I don’t know why you can’t understand that. Being single and being alone are not the same thing. You have always had me. We fucking live together.”

“You don’t get it, Y/n. It’s so hard being around someone you are madly in love with and can’t have.”

She looked at him stunned.

“I don’t get it?” She shook her head. “Harry, I’m not the one who brings other people around! In the time we’ve known each other, how many guys have I dated, do you know?” He couldn’t recall so he shook his head. “None! Because I have only had eyes for you.”

His heart jumped, he didn’t get time to bask in her words because she continued.

“I’ve had sex and been on dates but only at the extreme difficulty of having to pretend they were you. Meanwhile you have come around with at least four different women and practically rubbed it in my face that you didn’t want me. And now you’re just here telling me you don’t even want to be with the woman you’ve been with for two years. The one that I have to see treat you like shit. The one I’ve watched break you down into this shell of a man all because you didn’t want to be alone.” She started to cry. “And for what? Because I told you I should move out because seeing you with someone else kills me inside and living with you is all I want but it confuses the hell out of me because we aren’t together.”

“Hey, Angel, don’t cry.” He walked over to her, feeling the need to be delicate since she was mad. “I’m so sorry. I genuinely had no idea you felt that way. I wish I had known sooner.” He gently raised his hands to her cheeks and when she didn’t pull away, he began stroking her tears away with his thumbs.

“Why can’t you just call it what it is, H? You are scared of something real. Something that has the potential to be the end of the road.”

He leaned his forehead against hers and started to talk in a soft voice. “You’re right. I am scared. Because like I said I can’t live without you and I’ve been doing everything in my power to keep you but clearly I’ve made some mistakes. I just… I love you so much and so intensely it scares me and I don’t know it just felt like you didn’t feel the same so I’ve tried to move on but keep you close at the same time. It backfired clearly.” He chuckled a bit.

His words made her peer back up at him with a smile. It was the first time he actually said the words. The first time she heard them.

“Yeah it did. Look how much time we’ve wasted.”

His heart skipped. Did that mean?

“Time we’ve wasted? You aren’t mad?”

“I am but just because we could have done this sooner.”

Before he could say anything she pulled him into a heated kiss.

He pulled back after a minute. “Does this mean you’re not going to move out?”

“It means I’m going to move out of my room and into yours.”

He smiled and kissed her again. He pulled her flush against him and spun them around to push her against the vanity counter. Just as he was about to lift her onto it she pulled back.

“Wait… you have a girlfriend.”

“No I don’t.”

“What?”

He placed her on the counter and came to stand between her legs.

“We broke up. Like a week ago.”

Instead of responding, Y/n moaned and pulled his lips back to hers. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him as tight to her as she could.

She came up for air and said, “Good. You belong with me.”

He hummed his agreement of, “I belong with you,” and dove right back in.

His tongue slipped between her lips ever so lightly. It just gently brushed hers and caused her to buck her hips against his.

Her hands snaked into his hair and pulled gently. She had been waiting to be with him like this for so long that she was going to take advantage of it. She lowered her hands to his shoulders, brushing his neck as they passed it, and pulled him even closer.

Harry was hard. He knew if they kept going he wouldn’t be able to stop so he pulled back.

“Baby, if we don’t cool down, I’m gonna have to fuck you right here.”

“God,” she groaned. “Please do.”

“You want to? Right here? You don’t want it to be more special?”

She cooed at him. “You’re so cute, my love. But I’ve wanted to do this since I was nineteen. I can have it be special later.”

“Okay then.” He dove back in finding a place on her neck to attach his lips to. She threw her head back and arched her back giving him more access.

While he sucked on her neck he started undoing the buttons on her top. Once he popped the last one, he made his way down to her chest. His lips traced a path with his tongue coming out every so often to lick at her skin.

When he reached his destination he reached around to undo her bra. When it slid off her body he let out a single “fuck” before he dove onto the left one, kissing and sucking vigorously.

“Fuck, Harry.” She put her hands back on his head and pushed him into her chest even more.

He moved to the right one whispering, “fucking perfect” before mimicking his movements from before. Y/n was going crazy above him and it was everything he had ever dreamed of.

“Harry.” She pulled his head up as she spoke.

“What?”

“Take your clothes off right now.”

Without another word he stood up straight and yanked his sweats off. He came back between her legs and carefully pulled her leggings down, stopping to kiss her legs every so often. When they were both naked, he came back to stand in his original position. He felt her reach down and grab him, to guide him to her entrance but he stopped her.

“Protection?” It was all he could say.

“The pill.” She matched his energy perfectly and that was why he loved her so much.

He pushed in and it was everything they both could have dreamed of.

“You feel perfect,” he whispered against her ear and then gave it a little nibble.

“You too.” She wrapped her legs all the way around him to hold him as close as possible.

His thrusts were slow and tender, as if still trying to make their first time special but it was perfect. She could feel every detail and the dragged out pace allowed for her climax to build slower and eventually release in one of the strongest orgasms she’d ever had.

She could tell Harry was close. She ran her hands through his hair again and whispered, “Let go, baby, let go.” And biting into her shoulder he did just that, as if he’d just been waiting for permission.

They stayed still, just breathing heavily, for a moment and then she felt her shoulder dampen.

“What’s wrong, Honey?” She softly combed his hair with her fingers, scratching at his scalp every so often.

“I just… I don’t…” He paused to take a deep breath, then leaned back so he could look in her eyes. “I don’t deserve you. As a partner or friend. I’ve been so shitty and oblivious and ignorant and an ass-”

“Hey, hey, hey,” she cut him off. “You are an amazing friend to me. You gave me a place to live for the last six years and you’ve given me opportunities to come see the best live shows I’ve ever seen.” He smiled at that and she kissed him lightly before continuing. “And if you feel for me how I feel for you, I bet you will be a phenomenal partner. Have you made some mistakes, including ones that hurt my feelings? Yes. But that’s over now. It’s just you and me against the world.” She brushed her thumb over his lips and they puckered to kiss it. “You’re stuck with me now though. You can’t get rid of me if you tried, so I hope that’s okay with you.” She giggled and he did too.

“It’s everything I’ve ever wanted. I promise I’ll never hurt your feelings like that again. You are the most important thing in my life and I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you.”

She kissed him on the mouth. “Good.” She kissed him again. “Now I don’t know about you rockstar, but I’m starving.” He let out a loud laugh, and she realized they were still connected and winced a bit. “How about we get dressed and go get pancakes or something?”

“Pancakes sound great.” A mischievous smile took over his face as he untangled them and helped her off the vanity. “But how about we go home and make your pancakes,” He paused, the smile dropping for dramatic effect as he added, “naked?”

She cackled. She didn’t answer right away. She just put her clothes on (well she put on the t-shirt Harry had never managed to fully change into and her leggings) and he did the same. Then finally she turned to face him.

“Alright. Let’s go home.”

“And round two after pancakes?”

“Is this gonna be my life now?” She giggled. “Cooking and fucking on an endless loop?”

“I sure hope so.” He smiled sheepishly.

She leaned up to kiss him again.

“Me too! Now let’s go!” She grabbed his hand and led them out of the room.

#harry styles #harry’s house #harry pls #harry styles fic #one direction #harry x reader #famous harry #harry styles fluff #dont worry darling #harry styles best friend

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lonesome-witching · 9 months ago

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Let Me Help You

Another rich Robin x poor Nancy part. Can be read as a standalone but if you want to read the previous parts, you can find them here, here and here.

Do you have any prompts yourself? Or do you want to dive into what I wrote before? You can read my previous prompts or send me some new ones.

Things had been off. Robin could imagine it was her fault, she just wasn’t sure what she had done.

They had been dating for a little over a year now. The best year of Robin’s life. Being with Nancy was marvelous. But lately she hadn’t been spending a lot of time with her girlfriend. Nancy was taking up extra shifts at the diner, minimizing their time together. Robin almost worried she was trying to avoid her.

Which is exactly why she had bought a bouquet of flowers and had driven herself to the Wheeler house. She wasn’t sure what else she could do.

“Nancy, I just wanted you to know that I’m here for you if anything is wrong and if I did something you can tell me,” Robin mumbled to herself as she approached the front door.

She had raised her hand to knock on the door when the voices filtered through. From her limited knowledge of the Wheeler family, she could guess Ted was shouting. Robin didn’t have a particularly good relationship with him. A female voice shouted back. Definitely not Nancy. That meant it had to be Karen.

Robin lowered her hand. She should leave. This really wasn’t any of her business. She’d go home and she’d call Nancy. If she was lucky Nancy would actually pick up. She turned on her heels when she heard it. Nancy’s voice screaming, shrill and high pitched and furious. Robin stopped in her tracks, unable to move for a moment. She turned back toward the door.

Nancy’s voice came closer and closer. “You want to leave? Then fucking leave!” Nancy pulled open the door, revealing Robin smiling uncomfortably with the flowers in her hands. “Robin?”

Robin noticed the tears in her eyes, she noticed the tear tracks on Karen Wheeler’s face. She also noticed the brown bags on the floor near Ted’s feet.

“Hi, I was just about to knock, I swear. Should I go?”

“No, Robin. You don’t need to leave. This conversation is over anyway,” Karen said walking away.

“Come on in. Ted was just leaving anyway.” Nancy motioned for her to come in.

Robin wordlessly followed her girlfriend to her room. They sat down next to each other on the bed. Robin dropped the flowers next to her.

“What’s going on?”

“I’m not in the mood for this right now,” Nancy said, avoiding Robin’s questioning gaze.

“Well, I’m reaching my wits’ end, Nance. I barely see you anymore, you don’t speak to me anymore. I can see something is going on with your family, but, Nance, please just talk to me.”

Nancy stared up at her with wide eyes. “My parents are getting a divorce. Ted is leaving. Ted has left, a few days ago. He came back to pick up his stuff, but he stopped paying the bills a while ago. That’s why I’ve been taking up the extra shifts. And now my grades are slipping and I’m so tired, Robin, I’m so fucking tired.” A few tears slipped down her cheeks.

“Oh, Nance.” Robin pulled Nancy into her arms. “I’m so sorry, babe.”

She wanted to say more, to offer her help, but she hesitated.

“They’re always yelling, and I can’t sleep. I don’t know what to do anymore.” Nancy dropped her head on Robin’s shoulder, crying.

“You can sleep at mine if shit goes down. And, Nancy, you know I don’t mind helping out.”

“No, I can’t ask for that.” Nancy shook her head.

“You’re not asking. I’m offering. I want to help out. I have the money. And I know you said you don’t want me to throw my money at you, but these are special circumstances and you’re working yourself to the bone, Nance. You’re exhausted and you need to rest. It could take some of the load off your shoulders.”

“Robin,” Nancy whined, pushing herself up, away from Robin. “I can’t take your money.”

“Why not? I have plenty. I want to share it with you. I want to share everything with you.”

“It’s too much.”

“Nance, I want to see you more. Me helping you with the bills is going to benefit me just as much.”

“Robin, let it go.”

“I will not. Because you are suffering, and I can help! Let me help you.” Robin held onto Nancy’s hands, lifting them to her lips and kissing them.

“I can handle it.”

“I know you can. You can handle anything, and you can do it all by yourself. You can! But you don’t have to. I’m right here, let me help you any way I can. Let me pay the bills. You can have some time to study, to sleep, to make out with me,” Robin said, kissing Nancy’s cheek.

“Maybe for a little while. Mom will find a job and then we can take over. Just for a few months.” Nancy caved, slumping forward into Robin’s body.

“Alright, but please, babe, don’t overwork yourself.”

“Can you stay here for a while? Cuddle with me?” Nancy asked softly.

“Of course. Should I put these in a vase first?” Robin held up the flowers.

“Oh, I didn’t even see these. These are gorgeous, Robin. Thank you so much.” Nancy jumped up, grabbing the flowers out of Robin’s hand, and rushing away. A few moments later she returned. “I put them downstairs on the dining table. Maybe they can cheer up the place. We surely need it.”

“And do you think I can cheer you up?”

Nancy smiled as she fell back down on the bed. “You can surely try.”

“Come here, let’s cuddle?” Robin opened her arms and waited for her girlfriend to snuggle closer.

#prompts #ronance #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #my work #stranger things #fanfic #robin x nancy #nancy x robin

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ohmyamor · 2 years ago

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grand theft autumn (where is your boy tonight?) | P.SH

Pairing: Seonghwa x fem!reader

Summary: New towns often mean new beginnings. But for Seonghwa, he’s determined to hate his new home until the end of time. Until you come along.

w.c.: 3.8k

warnings: humor, some fluff, cursing, angst

author’s note: I’ve never really written super angsty stuff so this was a little experiment I took on to challenge myself a bit! please feel free to leave feedback of any kind and I hope you all enjoy~

where is your boy tonight? I hope he is a gentleman/maybe he won’t find out what I know, you were the last good thing about this part of town

Park Seonghwa is seven years old when he decides he hates his parents.

Not literally, but he’s mad enough to pout in the backseat of their little family sedan the entire eight-hour drive it takes to relocate their family from their old home to the middle of nowhere.

Again, not quite the middle of nowhere, but if seven-year-old Park Seonghwa is anything, it’s dramatic.

The day his parents had sat him down at their dining table and told him they would be moving was one of the worst days of his life.

That Saturday had been unlike any other. With both of his parents working full-time, Seonghwa was often left to his own devices. But this particular day, both of his parents had taken the day off. They took him everywhere he wanted, including the county fair that he had been begging to go to for weeks. They even bought him the Lego Star Wars set he had been wanting, but his parents deemed ‘too expensive’.

Seonghwa had often wondered to himself what the point of working all the time was if his parents never had any money.

After a busy day of doing nothing but things he wanted to do, Seonghwa was on cloud nine. Nothing could change his mind that this was the best day ever.

Until suddenly it wasn’t.

Packing had been a blur.

His parents had encouraged him to make piles of toys and clothes that he no longer wanted and would donate, claiming that the objects would make other little kids very, very happy. Seonghwa conceded, but not without a few tears.

After packing their belongings into a few boxes, his parents ushered everyone into the car and next thing he knew, Seonghwa was watching his childhood home grow smaller and smaller through the rearview mirror.

When they finally arrived to their new home, Seonghwa refused to get out of the car. He sat stubbornly in the backseat, arms crossed and eyebrows furrowed. His mom tried encouraging him to get out, telling him about how big his new room would be while his dad just sighed and stepped out of the car.

It wasn’t until both of his parents were out of the car and inside the new house that Seonghwa began to get a little freaked out by the unknown and hurriedly unbuckled his seatbelt, bolting out of the car and into the new house.

As he sat in his new room that was empty and dusty and he’s pretty sure had homed a small family of roaches, Seonghwa vowed to always hate this new town.

Park Seonghwa is nine years old when a new girl arrives in his class.

Up until this point in his short life, Seonghwa would say he’s done a fairly good job at keeping his promise. His school is small and not many kids attempted to befriend him when he started. The teachers are old and don’t really care about anything other than making it through the day with their sanity still in tact. His mom found a job that allowed her to stay home most days of the week, but she was always more preoccupied with talking to the other moms in the neighborhood, while his dad continues to work all the time.

Although it was lonely at first, Seonghwa is resourceful, if anything. He knows how to keep himself entertained and he’s grown to appreciate the solitude, even as a nine-year-old.

It’s the beginning of the school day when his teacher stands up to make an announcement. Which will be difficult considering all the students are practically screaming at the top of their lungs.

“Class, please quiet down.”

Seonghwa pities the woman.

“Today, we have a new classmate joining us!” A small girl with short hair and choppy bangs stands next to the teacher, fumbling with her lunchbag.

“This is (Y/n) and I hope that everyone here does their best to make her feel welcome.” The teacher looks down at the girl and sends her a small smile.

“Go ahead and take a seat next to Seonghwa, sweetie. Seonghwa, raise your hand please!”

Seonghwa raises his hand and watches alongside the entire class as the new girl makes her way awkwardly down the aisle to her new seat.

Once she sits down, the teacher claps her hands and tells the class to take out their things so they can begin the lesson. Seonghwa says nothing to the new girl who now occupies what used to be his backpack’s seat.

It isn’t until the girl takes out a sparkly purple pencil alongside a Darth Vader eraser that Seonghwa says something.

“I like your eraser,” he whispers.

The girl looks at him through the corner of her eyes.

“Thanks.”

Park Seonghwa is twelve years old when he realizes how annoying people can be.

After your initial introduction in elementary school, Seonghwa had invited you to play with him at recess and lunch. After all, anyone who liked Star Wars was obviously a good choice of friend.

From then on, you and Seonghwa had become inseparable. Wherever Seonghwa went, (Y/n) followed, and wherever (Y/n) went, Seonghwa followed.

And although starting middle school was terrifying, Seonghwa found it easier with someone by his side. He had been a little worried that starting middle school would mean he would lose his best friend, but (Y/n)’s angry face and the way she slapped his arm and called him stupid when he voiced these feelings reassured him he had nothing to worry about.

Seonghwa had grown a little bit, so had (Y/n), and they had found new friends, but no one could ever replace the role they had in each other’s lives.

He’s sitting with some of the other boys in his class working on a science worksheet when a loud “PSSST” breaks his concentration. Seonghwa looks up, mildly annoyed.

“What?” he whispers.

The three boys that sit at his table grin.

“Is it true you and (Y/n) are dating?”

Seonghwa startles, dropping his pencil on the floor and, in an attempt to pick it up, knocks over his water bottle. The entire class stares at him and Seonghwa feels his neck and ears burn.

“What?”

One of the boys rolls his eyes.

“You guys are like, always hanging out together. Obviously you two have to be dating.”

Seonghwa makes a face.

“We’re just friends,” he replies, looking back down at his worksheet.

“uh-huh,” the boys say sarcastically.

“Besides,” Seonghwa continues. “Girls are gross. Why would I want to date one?”

Later that evening, when Seonghwa retells this story to you as you both sit on the grass in his backyard, he honestly should have expected the hard slap you deliver to his shoulder.

“Girls are not gross!” You shouted. “If anything, boys are gross AND stupid.”

You stick your tongue out at him and Seonghwa laughs.

As you two lay down watching the sun fade away and the moon takes its place, Seonghwa decides maybe he won’t always hate this town.

Park Seonghwa is fourteen when he has his first kiss.

Technically speaking, it’s both of your guys’ first kiss.

The two of you were older now, both in high school and simultaneously incredibly far away and way too close to being adults.

Seonghwa sits at your desk, working on his history essay while you lay across your bed groaning over something. You had been talking about something, but most of it had gone straight into one of Seonghwa’s ears and out the other. Not that he didn’t care about your problems, but at the current moment, he kind of didn’t care.

“So will you help me?” Your voice breaks his concentration.

“Huh?” Seonghwa doesn’t look away from his paper nor does he stop writing.

“Will you teach me how to kiss someone?”

Seonghwa’s heart jumps and now there’s a dark blue line running across half of his paper.

He turns around slowly and wide-eyed. You’re sitting cross-legged and staring at him expectantly.

Seonghwa says nothing.

You sigh and look away, mumbling a “nevermind” under your breath.

“Wait, no, I’m just-” Seonghwa stumbles over his words. “I’m just-confused? How do you want me to help? Why do you want me to help?”

He stares at you as you look down and fiddle with your hands. Seonghwa’s known you for long enough to recognize your fidgeting as nervousness and discomfort.

The thought of you being uncomfortable around him makes him frown.

You whisper something and Seonghwa leans forward to try and catch what you’re saying.

“Dude I can’t hear you-”

“I want you to be my first kiss!” You shout.

Seonghwa thinks he hears the windows error sound.

Apparently his silence freaks you out even further because you continue to talk, rushing and stumbling over every other word.

“It’s just, like, embarrassing, yaknow? Everyone else has had their first kiss, and I mean we’re in high school and I haven’t had mine yet and my friends keep asking me and I know they’re going to tease me when I tell them and I just don’t really want my first kiss to be with someone random which is why I figured I would ask you because you’re my best friend and I trust you but I also don’t want to make things weird so if you don’t want to that’s fine I just thought I would ask.”

“I’ll do it.”

Seonghwa wants to throw himself out of your window.

“You will?”

You look at him with such happiness in your eyes that Seonghwa knows he can’t back out now.

He nods.

“Thank you!” you beam at him before scooting over and patting the empty space on your bed.

“W-wait, like, right now?” Seonghwa stutters.

You shrug.

Seonghwa lets out a small “okay” before getting up from the desk chair. He’s sat on your bed a million times before, but now, it feels like the distance between the chair and your bed is a million miles long. Seonghwa’s suddenly very aware of everything as he awkwardly makes his way over to you. His legs feel too wobbly, his heart is pounding and his hands are sweaty.

He finally sits down next to you, but refuses to make eye contact.

“We can’t do this if you don’t look at me,” you remark dryly.

“Right,” Seonghwa clears his throat.

He turns to face you and now he’s even more hyper-aware of all the sounds and smells in the room.

Have you always had a mole next to your nose?

“Just so you know, I haven’t kissed anyone either,” Seonghwa blurts out when you close your eyes.

He watches as you open them and meet his eyes and shrug.

“I mean, I don’t care, that’s the whole point of this, right? Practice?”

You furrow your eyebrows.

“Unless you wanted to wait for someone special, then we don’t have to do this-”

Seonghwa’s head shaking cuts you off.

“No, I wasn’t waiting for anything. I just wanted you to know that I don’t know what I’m doing either.”

The smile you send Seonghwa makes his stomach feel weird.

At age fourteen Seonghwa has his first kiss-with you, his best friend.

It’s clumsy and awkward and the two of you hit your noses more than you would like to admit, but something about it makes Seonghwa feel happy.

Content.

Park Seonghwa is sixteen when he admits he’s in love with you.

After that night in your bedroom, after a few too many times of the two of you awkwardly bumping noses or teeth or turning your head the wrong way, there was an unspoken agreement to not talk about it. Seonghwa believed it was because you were embarrassed. Maybe he was a bad kisser or maybe his breath smelled bad or maybe you thought kissing him was a mistake. Or maybe, just maybe, it didn’t mean anything other than just that.

Practice.

But that thought hurt the most.

See, because while to you it might not have meant anything, just a way to ensure you would never have to undergo the embarrassment of admitting you had never kissed anyone before, it had meant everything to Seonghwa.

After Seonghwa had gone home that night, he couldn’t stop thinking about it, about you.

It had been five years since he met you and all it took was one kiss to flip his entire world upside down. True to teen fashion, Seonghwa did his best to ignore these newfound feelings. How cliche, to fall in love with your best friend just because of one kiss. Like many other problems in his life, Seonghwa elected the easy way out. To ignore the problem and hope it goes away.

Except the problem, his feelings, never did.

In fact, they continued to grow and grow and grow every single time Seonghwa saw you in person (which was a lot, considering you two are best friends).

And it seems that ignoring the problem has come back to bite him in the ass as he watches you bounce around in your seat, the harsh lighting of the crappy little diner you two sat in doing nothing to compliment anyone’s features.

Seonghwa still thinks you’re the prettiest thing he’s ever seen, though.

“What?” he asks, eyes darting away from his chocolate milkshake to meet your eyes.

“He asked me out!” you squeal, reaching over to dip a french fry in Seonghwa’s milkshake.

He grumbles, smacking your hand away but not with any real hostility. He decided long ago he would let you dip as many fries as you wanted in his shakes, even if it meant giving up half of it.

Seonghwa stays quiet, eyes focused on the neon “open” sign that rests on the window behind your head.

“Hwa?”

He looks back at you, your head tilted slightly and eyebrows furrowed.

“Aren’t you going to say something?”

Oh.

Right.

“That’s awesome (Y/n),” Seonghwa forces a smile onto his face. It feels wrong, saying those words and forcing his face to do something when his heart wants him to do the opposite.

Seonghwa’s thoughts are filled with nothing but if only’s.

If only you didn’t share a class with that guy. If only you didn’t think he was attractive. If only you never asked him to kiss you. If only you never moved to his town. If only he had the guts to tell you he’s in love with you.

But if only’s will get him nowhere.

Seonghwa can tell you don’t believe him, especially with the blank stare you send his way.

Nonetheless, Seonghwa can’t find it in himself to try and reassure you that he’s happy for you, because he’s really not.

You don’t say anything though, you just grab another fry and dunk it in his shake before plopping it in your mouth.

“Don’t worry,” you start through your chewing. Seonghwa grimaces. “If anything happens, you’ll be the first to know and I give you full permission to beat his ass.”

You grin and Seonghwa smiles back.

Right.

The date doesn’t end up going great.

“He was nice,” you had said, “but something about him is just, off, I guess.”

Seonghwa nodded silently.

He feels slightly guilty for the way his brain and heart jump with joy over the news.

Park Seonghwa is eighteen when he realizes he has no clue what he wants to do with his life.

Unlike other kids his age, Seonghwa considers himself to have a fairly good memory. He can remember most things that have ever happened in his life, ranging from good to bad memories, which often comes in handy when he wants to write sentimental gift cards or simply press play in his brain to make a diy slideshow of every moment he’s ever shared with you.

But sometimes the memories bother him.

Seonghwa vividly remembers being seven years old and sitting in his old family car after his parents uprooted his entire life. Seonghwa remembers vowing to always hate this town that he’s called home for the past eleven years.

And despite that vow, despite that hatred he still somewhat holds in his heart for this sad, old town the two of you live in, he can’t find any reason to leave it.

By this point in the year, most students have already applied to college. Some have chosen to stay, some have chosen to go far, far away, and some decide they would rather not continue school at all, which Seonghwa thinks is fair.

Unlike those other students, Seonghwa hasn’t even decided where he wants to go. His parents and teachers continue to ask him what he wants to do, what he wants to study, and his response is the same every time.

A small shrug of his shoulders and turning his attention back to whatever he was doing prior.

The uncertainty scares him, if he’s being honest. Not knowing what he wants to do with his life and not even knowing if he’s willing to follow through with the same vow his seven-year-old self made.

Seonghwa admits all of this to you one night.

Like many other nights, the two of you lay on the grass in his backyard. He offered to get a blanket, so you wouldn’t have to lay on the wet grass, but you waved him off.

“It’s part of the experience,” you had said.

The sun has long been set, but neither of you make any attempt to move from where you lay elbow to elbow, watching the moon and the stars.

Seonghwa is slightly out of breath by the time he finishes his rant. It feels good to get that off his chest, the heavy thoughts of uncertainty and disappointment lurking in his brain and weighing him down for the past few months.

You reassure him that it’s okay that he has not even the slightest idea of what he wants to do. That school and society are stupid for forcing literal children to decide what they want to do with their lives at such a young and complicated age, and you’re sure that there’s a million other kids out there who feel the same way.

Your speech is passionate and fiery, one of the many things Seonghwa admires about you, and he can’t help but feel grateful that the universe has given him the bestest friend he could ask for.

Seonghwa smiles at you, and links your pinkies together before turning his back to stare up at the sky. It’s quiet for a few moments before he hears you speak again.

“I want to leave.”

Seonghwa turns his head to face you, but you don’t look back at him. Your head remains forward, eyes flitting around to look at the constellations above.

Neither of you say anything else.

Park Seonghwa is 19 years old when he sees you for the last time.

Graduation had come and gone, and although high school was not quite as grand as it had appeared in the movies, Seonghwa couldn’t help but be proud of you both. You survived, despite everything, and you finally made it to the end (of this chapter, at least).

Seonghwa eventually realized he couldn’t quite find it in his heart to leave this town. It was small and old and didn’t have much, but something about it had wormed it’s way into Seonghwa’s heart until he eventually admitted that parting ways might not be the best idea. For now, at least. He was satisfied with getting a job, spending some more time with his parents, and taking some courses at the local college.

Up until now, you had never mentioned your plans about the future to Seonghwa. He would never tell you this, but that night when you admitted you wanted to leave scared him. After all, you two had been as thick as thieves for the better part of your lives. What would happen if you did leave? Who would Seonghwa be without you?

But, you never mentioned your plans to leave again, and so he allowed himself to sink back into the comfort of blissful ignorance and convinced himself that that would not be a problem, and definitely not so soon.

But now, as Seonghwa stands watching as you place your final box into your car, he can feel his entire world crashing around him.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,” you say, standing in front of him.

Seonghwa says nothing. His eyes continue to dart back and forth between your face and the car.

“Why-” Seonghwa’s voice cracks. “Why would you not tell me?”

He swallows.

“I thought we were best friends.”

He knows his words hurt, but at this moment, Seonghwa can’t really find it in himself to care about the way you flinch at his statement. Words hurt, but Seonghwa can feel his life falling apart around him.

“We were! We are.” Your eyes look at every corner of his face.

“But I need to get out of here Hwa,” your voice is soft. “It’s so suffocating, being here and seeing the same people and doing the same things.”

Seonghwa tries to ignore the way his heart pangs at your choice of words.

“I just feel like if I want to live a happy life, if I want to be grow into a person that I’m going to be proud of, then I need to leave. I need to experience other things and meet new people.”

You reach out and gently grab Seonghwa’s hand.

“I think you of all people should know that feeling.”

Seonghwa swallows.

There’s a million things he wants to say, but there’s also nothing he can say.

He does know what you mean. He thinks he might know it better than anybody else. That doesn’t change the fact that part of him feels like you’re leaving him behind.

It’s quiet for a long moment as the two of you stand alone on the road with your hands interlocked.

Seonghwa clears his throat.

“You’ve always been the braver one between us,” he squeezes your hand. “Be happy.”

He sends you a big smile, but he can feel the tears slowly making their way down his cheeks.

Your own eyes are shiny with unshed tears, and you squeeze his hand back.

“Until next time?” You ask, hopeful.

Seonghwa nods.

“Until next time.”

You let go of his hand and Seonghwa watches as it falls back next to his side.

He watches you climb into the driver’s seat of the car and listens to the engine as it comes to life.

With a final wave, Seonghwa watches as your car drives away, past the line of trees on your street, past the town line and away from him.

Standing alone in the middle of the road, Park Seonghwa makes a vow to hate this town for the rest of his life.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

#seonghwa x reader #park seonghwa x reader #seonghwa imagines #park seonghwa imagine #ateez x reader #seonghwa fluff #seonghwa angst #ateez imagine #ateez imagines #seonghwa scenarios #kpop imagines #seonghwa x you

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all-the-things-2020 · 1 year ago

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Late Night Talking - Chapter Three

Summary: Dieter and Emily go on date number two at Venice Beach.

Rating: PG

Notes: I’m writing exclusively from Emily’s POV but will include little transcripts here and there to show Dieter’s perspective. I gave Dieter a brother named Friedrich. They call each other Freddy and Deet.

[Telephone call between Dieter Bravo and his brother Friedrich]

Friedrich: What happened now?

Dieter: Why do you assume something happened? Maybe I’m just calling to hear your amazing voice.

F: Because it’s one o’clock in the fucking morning, Deet.

D: Shit, sorry. It’s only ten here. But Freddy, I have to talk to you. This is big, bro.

F: Work big or personal big?

D: Personal. I think I just met the woman I’m going to spend the rest of my life with.

F: [sighs] Is this going to be like Jonathan?

D: No. Nothing like Jonathan. That was just … I was stupid then. And horny. But Emily — her name is Emily — she’s amazing, Freddy.

F: I’m sure she is, but don’t get ahead of yourself. You always leap without looking.

D: I know but there’s something … we just clicked, you know? Met her in a bookstore and we went to another one for our first date. Couple of drinks, dinner at a tapas place. Nothing fancy but … I haven’t felt this alive since I stopped using.

F: I’m happy for you, Deet, but be careful. Don’t jump into anything. Promise me.

D: I’m gonna marry her.

F: Give it a year. If you still feel the same way, then go for it.

D: A whole year?

F: A whole year. Promise me, Deet.

D: [sighs] I promise. But mark your calendar. I’ll be calling you a year from now to tell you we’re engaged.

F: If you say so. Look, man, I need to get some sleep.

D: Okay, sorry. I just … I had to tell you.

F: I know. Make good choices. Night.

[Call ends]

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I texted Dieter as soon as I got home and he replied instantly.

Me: Home safe

Dieter: Same here. Had a great time tonight.

Me: So did I

The typing indicator showed up, then disappeared, then showed up again. When it disappeared for a second time, it stayed off. I was puzzled until my phone rang.

”Hello.”

”Hey, I hope you don’t mind but I figured it’s easier to do this talking than texting. I hate texting, anyway.” He chuckled softly.

”It’s fine,” I said. “So, you had a good time?”

”A great time,” he corrected me. “I … look I’m not really that good at this kind of thing. In my line of business you get people fawning all over you and they always want something … it’s hard to trust, you know? But I didn’t get that from you.”

”I know you’re famous and all that, but you’re still just a guy,” I said. “I had that bubble burst a long time ago when one of my friends introduced me to one of the members of a band their Dad knew. I thought it was going to be magical and he turned out to be boring. Literally spent most of the time talking to her Dad about some kind of woodworking tool he’d bought and how he was trying get his son to make a bird house.”

Dieter laughed. “I’m not that boring, I hope.”

”Not at all. But you’re still just a guy. Who happens to make his living pretending to be other people and gets paid obscene amounts of money to do it.”

”Not that obscene,” he said. “At least, not for a while.” He cleared his throat. “Look, before we go any further, I’ve got to be honest with you. I’m kind of fucked up. I mean, more than the usual ‘everybody’s messed up one way or the other’.

“I’ve been in rehab. I was using a lot of shit to escape reality and … I almost died on the set of Cliff Beasts 6. Like literally OD’d and they had to restart my heart. I swore off the hard stuff after that and checked myself in. No more coke, no more acid, no more mystery pills.

”And I connected with my therapist there. She’s amazing and she gets me. So I have rules now. Alcohol if I’m with other people, never when I’m alone. Nothing stronger except this one brand of edibles that mellow me out when I’m super anxious. And I’m on meds to straighten out my brain chemistry. And I have a session with her every week. So, that’s me …”

“I knew about rehab,” I said carefully. “It was on the Internet and gossip magazines. But I didn’t know you almost died. That must have been really scary.”

“Scared the shit out of me,” he said. “There was this girl who worked at the hotel. She’s the one who found me and helped revive me. She professed her love for me in the ambulance and … it lasted about three weeks. I woke up one day and realized ‘Shit, I’m in my forties, and this girl’s in her twenties. What am I doing with my life?’ And I checked into rehab the next day.

“I had to drop out of a couple of projects, and my career was already heading down the crapper anyway — I mean, Cliff Beasts? — so I’m kind of starting over.”

”That’s okay,” I said. “Like I said, you’re just a guy who happens to be an actor. Your job doesn’t have anything to do with why I enjoyed the evening with you. We would have had fun if you were a CPA or a garbage man or whatever.”

“Yeah, and that’s why … I’d really, really like to see you again. Soon.”

”So would I,” I said. “I’m off work for the summer so my schedule is wide open.”

“How about Sunday? I have some shit to take care of tomorrow for a charity. Wait, that didn’t come out right, it’s a charity, it’s not shit …” He sounded a bit flustered. “Sunday. We can go to the beach. Unless that’s too long a drive for you?”

”Traffic shouldn’t be too bad on a weekend. And I haven’t been to the beach for a while. I’d love to.”

”It’s a date then. I’ll … I’ll text you tomorrow what time to meet and where, if that’s okay?”

”That’s perfect,” I said.

”Well, I should let you get to bed. I’m sure you’re tired after listening to me all night and driving and everything.”

”Yeah, you should get some sleep, too. Got to be fresh for the charity shit, right?”

He laughed. “Yeah. Good night.”

”Good night.”

The call ended and I sat on the couch staring at my phone for a few minutes. Then I texted Sam.

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We were on the boardwalk at Venice Beach. It was a hot day, so the place was crowded, perfect for people watching.

“Oh, my God, your dog is so cute!” Dieter fairly ran across the boardwalk to a young couple with a Corgi on a leash. It was wearing a bow tie. “Can I take a picture?”

I followed more slowly, ready to apologize to them for my date’s ridiculous behavior, but they were already making the dog pose and look even more adorable, if that was even possible. Dieter snapped a picture of the dog, then shoved his phone at me before getting down on the ground. “Get a picture of me with the dog,” he said. His goofy grin was irresistible. I snapped a couple of pictures of him and the dog, then we chatted a bit with the couple. The dog was a boy, named Kirby, and while he seemed to enjoy the attention, he was a bit aloof, as Corgis often are, until he very solemnly and daintily licked my hand. His owners gushed over how he doesn’t normally like strangers and I should feel special.

“She is special,” Dieter said, giving me a squeeze.

They awkwardly asked for an autograph and a selfie. Dieter obliged, with me taking the photo for them. We said goodbye, and Dieter wistfully watched them walk away. “Now that made my day,” he said.

I arched an eyebrow at him. “You’re on a date with me and meeting a dog is the highlight of your day?” I teased.

“No, no, I didn’t mean it like that,” he blustered.”Like, the dog is the icing on the cake. You’re the cake.”

“Come again?”

He scrunched up his face. “It’s like … okay, icing is nice, icing is great, but by itself it’s kind of gross. Too sweet. You need the cake to give it meaning. The cake is the foundation. The icing is optional but the cake is essential.” He shook his head. “I’m not explaining this right.”

I grabbed his hand. “I think I can see the sentiment behind this rather tortured metaphor,” I said. “Cake is good even by itself; icing enhances it but you don’t really need it.”

“Exactly,” he said, raising our joined hands to his mouth. He kissed the back of my hand. “This would have been a great day even without the dog, but the dog made it even better.”

“I’m only letting this go because it was a Corgi,” I told him. “Any other breed and I’d be insulted, but damn, Corgis are adorable.”

He laughed and put his arms around me, pulling me in for a kiss. A skateboarder zipped past. “Get a room, boomers,” he yelled.

“Hey, we’re Gen X,” Dieter yelled back. “We don’t give a shit!”

“You are such a dork,” I said, laughing into his chest as he flipped the kid off.

“Ah, you love it,” he said.

“I do,” I admitted. “You’re ... adorkable.”

“Now who’s making shit up?”

“Shut up and kiss me again.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

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“Let’s go in the water,” Dieter said, tugging at my hand and leading me off the boardwalk and into the sand.

“We don’t have bathing suits,” I protested. I stopped to take off my flip-flops; it was nearly impossible to walk in sand with them on without tripping over my own feet. Dieter pulled his own shoes off as well, and we continued across the beach, shoes in one hand, holding hands with the other.

“We’ll just get our feet wet,” he promised. “Come on.” He whined like a little kid who wanted candy. “Pleeeease.”

I laughed. How could I resist him when he was such a goofball? “Okay, but not too deep,” I said, realizing I sounded like a mom. “I’m not getting all wet and then having to sit around in soggy shorts the rest of the day.”

“I’ll be careful, I promise,” he said, but there was a wicked gleam in his eye that I didn’t quite trust.

We waded out into the water, letting it lap against our ankles, the occasional wave breaking harder and splashing us up to our knees. “Next time, we’ll wear our swimsuits,” he said. “Bring a boogie board or something.”

“I can’t swim,” I admitted. He stopped dead, staring at me.

“What?!,” he said incredulously. “You grew up in SoCal and never learned to swim? How is this possible?”

I was embarrassed, but decided to tell him the truth. “I have a phobia about water,” I said. “If my face gets in the water, I panic. I failed swimming in high school, the only F I ever got on my report card.”

“Well,” he said, “we’ll have to fix that. Lucky for you, I have a pool at my place, and I’m a very good teacher.” He slid his arms around my waist. “Do you need to get out of the water right now?”

“No,” I said. “This is fine. This is fun. It’s just when the water gets on or around my face.”

“Okay, then,” he grinned. “Let’s play some more.” He darted off down the beach, splashing water behind him as he ran through the surf. I gave chase, laughing as I tried to catch up. He was a total goofball, but he was my goofball.

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I was pretty sure I had a sunburn. We’d been good and applied sunblock before we got out of the cars, and reapplied later, but I could still feel the heat on my skin. “Ooh, shave ice!” I cried as we came around a corner. It was a very hot day and nothing is better on a hot day than a shave ice.

We bought two large shave ices, cherry for me, and a multi-hued mixture of flavors for Dieter. “You’re boring,” he said, pointing at my solid red treat with his plastic spoon.

“Not boring,” I said. “Classic.” I took a big bite and savored the sweet, cold ice as it melted on my tongue.

He shook his head and dug into his own ice, as we sat on a bench facing the ocean. The on shore breeze kept the heat from being overwhelming and the shave ice cooled me off quickly.

“Ah, shit, brain freeze!” Dieter said, holding a hand against his forehead.

“Don’t eat it so fast, doofus,” I said, poking him in the side with my elbow.

He stuck his tongue out at me. It was dyed a dark purplish color from the combination of flavors. “Gross,” I said. “See, that’s why I go with the cherry.” I stuck my own tongue out, knowing it would be a bright red.

“Well, you certainly don’t need lipstick,” he said, pulling out his phone and taking a quick photo, which he showed me. My lips were cherry red.

“Ah, you’ve discovered my cunning plot to replace makeup with shave ice syrup,” I said. He leaned in for a kiss.

“Mmm,” he said. “It tastes better than lipstick, I’ll give you that.”

I shoved him away. “You’re so weird,” I said. “Eat your shave ice before it melts.”

“You’re so bossy,” he grumbled, as he shoveled another spoonful of ice into his mouth.

“I work with teenagers,” I reminded him. “I think I can handle your sorry ass.” I took a big bite of my own shave ice, but instantly regretted it. “Ow, ow, brain freeze!”

Dieter nearly fell off the bench laughing, and I joined him, as soon as my head stopped pounding.

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The sun was low in the sky as we made our way toward the parking lot. “Next time we’ll get here later, rent bikes, and stay to watch the sunset,” Dieter said. His arm was around my waist, his sunglasses sliding down his nose as he gazed down at me.

“That sounds wonderful,” I replied. “But how about our next date, you drive out my way?”

He scratched his chin with his free hand. “I guess I could,” he said. “Is there anything out there to do?”

”I hope you’re being facetious,” I told him. “Because only I can diss where I live.”

He chuckled. “Totally facetious. Besides, as long as I’m with you, who cares where we go?”

”Smooth, Bravo, real smooth.” I tugged his arm, pulling him to a stop. I went on my tiptoes and kissed his cheek, in one of those delectable little bare patches in his beard.

”It worked,didn’t it?” he said smugly.

#pedro pascal character fanfiction #dieter bravo #dieter bravo x ofc #the bubble fanfiction #dieter bravo fic

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rosasbyahee · 2 months ago

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I bought expensive gifts for my family.

Back when I was a child, I saw my parents worked hard for us to live. We had a rent-to-own house, a typical setup for a petty bourgeoisie Filipino family. My mom is a teacher (currently still), and my dad had various jobs, from being an egg seller to a jeepney driver to being a corporate driver. We were not a rich petty-b. Somehow, it felt like a borderline middle class, near to being poor. Even though my mom was a public school teacher and they were both working, a household of 8 with 5 kids and a grandma was such a big expense.

Back when I was a child, I could only eat caldereta when there was an occasion, like Christmas or New Year’s. Never with birthdays—my mom could not afford to buy expensive meat. Caldereta way back then was a once-in-a-blue-moon experience. I’ve grown to give importance to it—that’s why it is my ultimate favorite. I grew up hearing my mom wanting to cook carbonara, but she wouldn’t. Not because it was hard to cook, but because mushrooms and linguine pasta were expensive ingredients.

Back when I was a child, I would see my parents leaving early every Monday. Not because they would do something behind our back, but because my mommy and daddy had their side hustles. They would think of a business, usually buying stuff and selling it with a patong or a top-up. Not much increase though—10-peso top-up for every fruit was enough for them. My daddy would deliver it using his oner, a small jeepney, no-aircon car, and my mommy would sell it to her co-workers. Back then, they also tried selling gummies or different food that you would individually pack again and sell for a cheaper price, best-sellers for students. Sometimes, my mom would take an effort to go and wander at Divisoria, a renowned local market in the city, to buy stuff that she needed in order to teach Technology and Livelihood Education to her students, but also to sell products they needed so her students would not be bothered anymore in finding the materials they needed for them to learn.

Back when I was a child, my father is a grumpy-old man. Back then, I did not understand, but looking at it now, how could he not be grumpy if he’d worked his ass off all day with a practical job? My father is a very courageous and strong man. He didn’t have the opportunity to finish his studies, but he made sure that he’d be able to help us earn a degree. I saw him work in various job opportunities. I cannot forget that he tried being a jeepney driver. I didn’t know what happened then, but for all I know, my father knows his way into driving and fixing a car. Up until now, he is a driver of a huge corporation. He still works overtime most of the week to provide for my siblings’ needs; they are still studying.

Back when I was a child, my father and mother would do things beyond what they can. Despite being tired, they always made sure that we had clothes to wear, school supplies to use, occasions to be remembered, and a happy life to live.

I didn’t appreciate them that much—not until I set my foot outside our house. Not until I needed to work for me to live. Sometimes, I feel like crying—not because I regret leaving, but because of how much I love my parents even more. We lived simply before. I saw it with my surroundings. My classmates had expensive stuff before, and I only had a local phone—lagging every now and then. Back then, I would like to envy them (although I never did). But right now, I realize that my mom simply teaching in a private school, getting her a double-shift work every day as a public school teacher, so we could study there, was a very big effort. I cannot imagine how tired she must’ve been.

Back when I was a child, I would not see all their hardworking. But as an adult with my own family and life, there aren’t enough words to express my gratitude for these two individuals who worked hard together in order for us to experience a decent life. Expensive gifts are nothing compared to their sacrifices, and with that, I would love to give them a life they would enjoy together. I love my parents. I hope they knew.

#christmas entry #christmas #family

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shanethvarosa · 8 months ago

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Void Post

I don’t know that I want to talk about any of this, but it’s hard to keep it inside. My therapist has me writing notes and stuff to get out all the stuff that’s in my head that I’m not sure I want to say to anybody, but I am also the type who really just likes to bitch and get things out of my system. And today’s been a little disappointing.

I have these two issues on my mind that I can’t shake. I am doing better with them than say, this time last year… but only in that I’m handling the situations better and understanding and accepting better, but the situations themselves have not changed at all.

One aspect is that my living situation is not very good, I hate the apartment I live in, but it’s being rented to me as a favor from my best friend. It’s not a dynamic I’m very comfortable with, but I am appreciative, and my boyfriend and I are looking to buy a house now. This has naturally only caused strain on our relationship and there’s been a lot of strife in it already.

He’s offended, more or less, that I don’t want him on the mortgage; but that I’d want and need him to contribute to the monthly expenses of having a house until maybe later on down the line we can refinance together, but now isn’t the time to go in on it together. Unless he bought in, but of course he doesn’t want do that. So I’m getting fed up with that - and on top of that there’s no inventory I’m willing to move forward on. We did see a house yesterday, made an offer, and another one was selected. And so we’re back at square one.

In terms of his… attitude about this, I don’t really care. And it isn’t bringing me down. At one point, it did, but what I’m kind of dealing with at this point is understanding he and everyone I love are having their own hard times dealing with life and the world and how shitty everything is. So I’m trying to be patient, but I have my limits and I’ve gotten a lot better at setting boundaries and standing up for myself.

And when you do this, not everyone likes it… you see. For instance, a very good friend of mine Ive had for 9 years recently unfriended me on Facebook without speaking to me about any problems between us. This is a fairly common occurrence in my life.

I’ve been a friend of his through a lot of years and his I’ll and downs and partners and all that. I was friends with him through his transition and a bunch of family drama and the most recently - a horrible break up. He and his partner had no business being together anyway and he’ll be happier without them in the long run, but I still feel for him and wanted to help. I let him come over and cry on my couch while I was supposed to be working, I took him out to lunches and dinners because his partner drained him of just about everything from his money to his life force. He’s just a different guy now.

While dealing with that his family drama amped up. I kept trying to talk him through it and help where I could, but as is customary with these types of people there was one day I had to firmly tell him no because I was too busy dealing with my own stuff and then the communication started to wane before he ultimately just unfriended me.

And the thing is - I think I’ll actually be better off now knowing we are not friends. He was someone who wanted to take advantage of my kindness, I think, and I can’t handle another friend like that. I have to check my own generosity because I get taken advantage of like this.

It then circles back to - I take this man out to lunches and and friend dates because he was so miserable and I get unfriended with no explanation. I have a similar friend who would complain about how poor he was, so I got him a good job working at my company and helped him out a little while he was “getting on his feet” and now he’s put 50k down on a house while I’m still living in a shit hole apartment.

We all make our choices. I know I’ve made mine. And I’m trying to accept the outcome of them all, but to me it just means I can’t and won’t be generous with people ever again.

#personal

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erisunoaakaibu · 9 months ago

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Spiraltown - Chapter 3: The herbalist

“Doomba, what are you doing?” “I am fixing the broken toaster. But it turned out like this.” “Fixing? Are you sure about that?!” The toaster was shooting out tiny lightning bolts everywhere. At this point, appearance was the only thing that made it a toaster.

“I told you that thing doesn’t need fixing! I’ve bought a new one already.” Igor furrowed his brow. His life has changed since he got Doomba. The robot was no servant, but a roommate that doesn’t pay bills. At least it had some common sense to clean the house at least half the time, after realizing that it now lives with Igor. Other than that, all it did was to invent weird stuffs and play video games. Doomba would find scrap metal or broken household items and modify them into devices that did nothing beneficial to his life. Except for this one occasion. A criminal broke into his house at night and got paralyzed by one of Doomba’s seemingly useless lightning-shooting devices. The criminal later got taken away by Solanine, who was hunting them down, and Igor ended up with half the bounty that his friend received.

Igor was pretty stressed out, and the stress was messing with his ability to write music. He’s been drinking anti-stress herbal tea, which he had received a small packet to try out, and it worked pretty well. But he ran out of that today. So he went to the person who gave him the trial packet of anti-stress tea, which happened to be quite near, just about ten minutes of walking.

Igor arrived at the place. It’s a small shophouse inside a wide garden that was protected by tall fences and a huge gate. Let’s say, imagine a witch’s cottage in the middle of a forest, but less tall trees and more shrubs, that’s how that shop looks like behind the fences and gates. The guy had come here a few times before, and he noticed that there’s always some subtle changes to the garden that he couldn’t quite comprehend. It’s no big deal though, so he decided to shrug it off.

The bell rang, as Igor entered the inside of the shop. It was decorated in a rustic, witchy style, with a lot of candles, crystals and dried herbal mason jars everywhere. But he didn’t see the shop owner. “Hey, Daenestra, you there?” He called. There was a distant “Coming!” and hurried footsteps from the back of the house. And then, a petite girl entered through one of the side doors. She had gray skin, straight dark hair, and bright green eyes. One can easily notice her gloves, which were covered in some dirt. “Ah… it’s you, Igor. S-Sorry I got you waiting, I was doing some um… garden work back there.”

The girl, who seemed to be Daenestra, quickly removed her gloves, washed her hands. “Um… if I remember correctly, you came for the anti-stress tea?” “You bet. It works pretty well by the way.” “Oh, that’s nice. I’ll get you the amount for a month, is that alright?” “Yeah, that should do for now.”

Daenestra, full name Daenestra Sylvia, is a local uhhh… gardener? Botanist? Horticulturist? Anyway, she does gardening, sells plants, and also works as a herbalist. She’s quite a busy one, as she’s seen in her garden most of the time outside work. She’s young, but knows a lot about all things plant-related. This girl is also an acquaintance of Igor, who had provided him, as well as the others, with quite some unique house plants. She can provide people with almost all types of plants that do exist, regardless of appearance and function.

“So um… how are you and Doomba doing these days?” “Terrible. That robot has been tinkering with broken household appliances and turning them into weird devices! My garage is now filled with its inventions!"

So Igor got the tea, and returned home. The rest of his day, and a few more days, was rather uneventful, so I’ll skip that. Just going around town to look for some inspiration, practicing with the band, scolding Doomba for shooting lightning across the house, hanging out (and bickering) with Solanine, etc. Just the usual.

Until one day.

“Hey Igor” - There was a message from Solanine. “What is it?” “Come to Daenestra’s now” “Why?” “It’s Doomba” “Tf happened??” “Just come”

So the guy immediately ran to Daenestra’s place. He was expecting the robot to make a mess at the fellow horticulturist’s house, but he was wrong.

So wrong.

“Igor. Help.” Doomba was being held in midair by a huge carnivorous plant. Next to the plant was Solanine, who was already armed with many shivs. “What’s happening here?” He asked his neighbor. “Daenestra said she would be away for 10 minutes to grab something. And this happened right after she’s gone. Doomba decided to touch this thing and it attacked the robot!”

The huge plant waved Doomba around, not caring about the other two’s presence. Yet, they didn’t make a move. Solanine could just cut that b*tch with her shivs, but she didn’t want to, since Daenestra had spent so much time and effort caring for it. And as for Igor… he decided to savor the moment, since he was still salty about his robot.

That didn’t last long, though. “Whoa, what are you doing?” A hurried Daenestra rushed to the place, calling out to her plant. Surprisingly, the plant stopped, as if it actually listened to the girl in front of it. “Could you kindly put that robot down? He doesn’t mean any harm. I’ll give you more food later, so could you do that for me?” And just like that, the plant put Dooba down. “Wha-” Igor was speechless. It wasn’t clear whether it was that Daenestra managed to make the plant listen to her in just three sentences, or it was that Doomba was now free and he had no more reason to laugh at the robot. “There, there, good plant.” She gently petted the plant as if it was some sort of pet. She then turned to the other two, who were frozen in place. “This little fella is gentle most of the time. I apologize for its sudden behavior today…” The horticulturist lowered her voice. “Did you just… call that thing little??” Solanine asked in disbelief. “Well… uh… it’s considered small for its kind.” Her answer concerned the others even more.

At the end of the day, Doomba went to the repair store, and luckily no significant damage was done. And Daenestra had to forbid everyone from entering the “dangerous” part of her garden without her surveillance to prevent any similar accidents from happening ever again.

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Diary of a teenage ghost Hunter

Friday June 25th 4:00 pm My bedroom)

What does a 16 year old ghost hunter do when her parents force her to move to some weird ass town in the middle of nowhere? Find the nearest book shop of course! Joking, joking. Though that is exactly what I did as soon as my parents said I could go out. Hey, don’t judge me. The bookshop was the one thing I was looking forward to about this place and let me tell you, it was worth the wait.

The place shouldn’t even be called a shop! It should be called a book armory? No, wait, that sounds weird. A book outlet? Nope, it still doesn’t work. Whatever, I’ll figure it out later. So I went to the huge bookshop that I think used to be a Barnes & Nobles that got turned into a regular bookshop. It’s nice to know I’m supporting a small business. Small meaning it’s owned by a family and not some corporate place. Like I said, the place was huge. Anyway, I went in and spent twenty minutes just gaping at everything. It was beautiful. Filled to the brim with books and really cool knick knacks at some great prices. No joke, I bought a sketch book, some pens and pencils, a journal, some decorations for my room, and some books I’ve been wanting for a while, for under $200! I’m living the dream life honestly.

While I was there, I ran into what I could only describe as a stereotypical mean girl. I did not get her name because I ran away before she could scream at me. That happens to me way more than it should. Trouble is, I don’t know if she was a ghost or not. No one else seemed to notice her and I got a few weird looks when I screamed an apology at her. Maybe I was just too loud? Well if she wasn’t a ghost at least I don’t have to deal with her at school since mom and dad finally agreed to homeschool me. I think it was a way to get me to shut up about not wanting to hide my sexuality from people even if I get bullied. I’m a proud lesbian, I’m not hiding that part of me.

No matter how hard it is.

NOPE! DON’T GO THAT ROUTE BRAIN!

But I also won’t deal with it cause it’s summertime thank goddess.

Anyway, I love my new journal! It’s so pretty and it has cute little chibi ghosts on the cover! I cannot not wait to use it for more interesting things I find at the bookshop. Oh and write stuff about my ghost hunting. That’s also why I got it.

Obviously.

Also my new room is really cool. Mom and Dad found this huge house for surprisingly less than a million dollars and I got the top floor all to myself. Granted, there’s only three rooms up here but Mom says I can turn the second room into an art room! Isn’t that great! Now I won’t have to go outside to make something because my parents are neat freaks and they hate messes. The room I'm in currently is my bedroom and it has all my stuff in it since Dad came up here first to set everything up while Mom and I drove down here yesterday. I still need to unpack so I should probably get started.

Saturday June 26th 1:30 am My Closet)

Holy shit.

That’s all I have to say after what has been transpiring for the past hour and half.

I knew there was a reason why my parents got the house so cheap!

Twelve people died here.

Correction, twelve people were killed here.

TWELVE PEOPLE WERE KILLED HERE!

WHAT THE FUCK!

Look, I get that my parents want me to help in the family business and hunt ghosts so that we help them go to the other side and blah blah. Especially since I’m the only one in my family since my great great grandma who can see ghosts. But moving me into a house where the souls are still haunting it and need to go to the otherside, is taking it too far!

Okay let me start from the beginning.

It all started after I woke up at midnight. I was thirsty so I went downstairs to get a glass of water. I get my glass of water and go back to my room, knowing that I probably wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep. So I’m thinking about what book I’m gonna read or if I should watch tv on my phone again, when I see a very pretty girl with silky black hair and pale skin digging through my closet and muttering that I have too much flannel. Being the mature person that I am, I threw my water at her and screamed, “Begone intruder!” The girl just looked at me and smirked.

“I’m dead and I live here, so I’m not an intruder.” She said and that’s when I realized that the girl had gashes all over her body and her very cute outfit was covered in blood. “Why are you in my room?” I asked, not thinking what else to say. The girl snorted and floated over to me. “Because you, Cassandra Mendez, are going to help me and my cousins with our problem.” She said, placing her hands on my shoulders. Instead of feeling cold and uncomfortable like it usually does when a ghost touches me, it felt pleasantly icy and comforting. “Whoa, whoa. You know my name and I don’t know yours! That’s not fair.” I said, because all my brain cells left me when the pretty ghost girl touched me.

The girl giggled. “You’re right, that isn’t fair Cassandra. Let’s fix that, shall we? I’m Butterfly Thompson, nice to meet you.” Butterfly said and now that I could properly see her eyes, I noticed they were light green. “Butterfly, that’s an interesting name.” I said. “My parents were hippies, Cassandra.” She said as she let go of my shoulders. She went back to digging in my closet. “Cassie.” I said dumbly. Butterfly looked up, confused. “What?” She asked. “I go by Cassie, not Cassandra. Now can you tell me why you're here?” I asked, really hoping this whole thing was some dream.

“Cassie. I like that. Less of a mouthful. Anyway, I’m here to save you from the flannel nightmare that is your closet.” Butterfly said and I tried to ignore the way my stomach fluttered when she said my name. “You and I both know that’s not true.” I said exasperated. She hummed in response. “Oh but it could be. But unfortunately it’s not. At least not right now. I’m here because I need your help to prove that my family and I were murdered.” Butterfly said. I blinked at her. First of all, why me? Second of all, she was murdered? “How many people died and how did they die?” I asked, not sure what else to say.

Butterfly started counting on her fingers. “Twelve. They took out Blake and Bloom and their parents first. Stabbed Aunt Bria and Uncle Braxton I think, I was hiding in the closet with Burst so I don’t know. They pushed Blake and Bloom out the window, their deaths were immediate. Then they went after Blaze and Briar but Aunt Britnay and Uncle Ben fought back. Unfortunately, their battle was for naught as the killer somehow managed to strangle them before throwing Briar and Blaze out the window as well. They took a little longer than the other two to die. You know this guy had a thing for throwing kids out the window. Then they came to closet me and my brother were in. Mom and Dad fought as hard as they could but in the end they didn’t make it either. I don’t know how they were killed. The killer pulled me out of the closet first but unlike my cousins I fought back. They managed to get a couple gashes and hits on me before I was thrown out the window. My death was immediate. Burst’s wasn't. They died in the rose bushes, bleeding out because the killer stabbed him before throwing them out the window like everyone else.” Butterfly said, her voice monotone.

“Then why was the killer not caught?” I asked, because it sounded like a bunch of innocent people were brutally murdered here, no questions asked. Butterfly sighed and sat on my bed. “They were smart. They made it look like the adults committed suicide and that us kids fell off the roof. Even down to the fact that they made it look like Burst was impaled. But we know the truth.” She said, a bitter smile on face. “Where do I come in?” I asked and she grinned. “You’re gonna be homeschooled, it's summer, you can talk to all of us, and you can talk to our friends who are alive and help us! Together you can find a way to figure out who the killer is and why they did it so we can put their ass in jail.” Butterfly said excitedly.

“Wait us?” I asked, because I thought she was the only ghost here. She nodded vigorously. “Yes us, I was sent to talk to you before we bombroad you with everything.” She explained. “Let me think about this before I do anything.” I said. Butterfly nodded. “Okay, get back to me in the morning! Sleep well Cassie.” She said, giving me a hug before floating down somewhere.

Well after writing this down, I know what to do. I have to help her. She didn’t deserve what happened to her and her family at all. Now I’m actually gonna go to bed because, damn, I'm tired.

#original writing #original character #original story #tw blood #tw death

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waywardkrypton-blog · 1 year ago

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AITA???/ MASSIVE FEELING POST

So me and my husband bought a new house (about 40 minutes from where we lived before) about a month ago. I have a really good friend who lives in our old town. She’s incredibly busy because she owns a candle shop and it’s Christmas time. Her and her husband were supposed to help us move, but then had to back out because of work. (That’s understandable) but then we kept inviting them over for dinner, and inviting them to come see the house but they never would come until about a week ago. (My husband had to call her and say hey my wife is getting her feelings hurt) (which I was but I got mad at him for telling her that cuz why would you tell someone that 😭😭) Anyway they finally came over, and we hardly talked at all :( like I don’t understand cuz I was trying to talk :( like we wrapped a couple presents then she took a nap on our couch for a little bit and then they had to go back to their house.

But then she drove all the way to Texas to help one of her other friends.

But anyway my feelings are hurt because I feel like we had to beg them to come over, when they’ll go out with other people all the time no problem. And I know that even if I was super busy and my freind bought a house, (major life milestone) I would make time to go see it before the week was up, like I would go early in the morning or late at night even if I would be tired.

But then she asks me to do stuff for her since we live closer to a bigger city now. And I didn’t reply to the text because it feels like I’m being used. But my husband thinks I’m being petty and over reacting. Which I can kinda see. But idk something doesn’t feel right.

But also she even told me, when y’all move I’m not going to drive all that way to come see you all the time. Which is fine. And I understand cuz I have freinds that live about an hour away and it’s hard to find time where our schedules line up to where we can hang out. And gas is expensive and I don’t have a car right now. But if I could afford gas and had a car I would go see them all the time :(

Maybe I’m dealing with a lot more emotion as well cuz my dad has been over here at the house helping me and Husband clean up the yard and trim trees and pressure washing everything for the past month (it was a dump when we bought it) and my mother hasn’t even come down one time :( and that really hurts my feelings cuz her oldest daughter and first son in law (me and Husband) just bought their first house together (major life accomplishment right??) and she won’t even come see it :( like did I do something to make her mad at me?? And I’ve invited her and dad has asked her to come and everything and she just won’t come :( and I feel like I’ll never be good enough for her or anyone

Cuz none of my other friends have come to see the house either but they’re all farther away which is fine and they have school stuff which I understand but the freinds I have that are local haven’t even come over :( and I feel like everyone secretly hates me and thinks I’m annoying or something but I try so hard to be nice to people and always be there for them like I used to get up at 4:30 am to go see people because I had work during the day and a curfew at night :( like I don’t understand why people can’t put in just a little bit of effort to go out of their way to make someone feel wanted :( cuz I would do anything for any of my freinds but the ones that have it easy won’t even come see my house :( and I decorated for Christmas too :((

idk I just feel so lonely and left out :(

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princessrainbowpastel · 1 year ago

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Do you celebrate Halloween?Have you ever carved a pumpkin? If so, did you carve one this year?

I do! I’ve celebrated Halloween my whole life lol! I have carved a pumpkin quite a few times myself, but when I was a kid my parents usually would carve it for me after I made a design with a marker lol.

Recently though, for the past maybe 3 years my family hasn’t gotten/carved pumpkins just for many reasons. Like one year I ended up getting surgery and I was still recovering so I couldn’t carve my pumpkin I picked out. The year after that I think I just never got the chance to carve it because my family was busy and I was dealing with depression, so I just didn’t feel like carving a pumpkin by myself that year. And last year my parents got married on Halloween, so we didn’t have time to carve pumpkins. We legit didn’t get home until like 9:30 or 10 PM that night and it was been raining while we had our post-wedding family dinner so the candy bowl we left for the trick or treaters was full of water lol. Hardly anybody took our candy because it was full of soaked little m&m baggies and wet candies lmao.

This year, we just haven’t had the time or money. We’ve been struggling with payments and bills in our house right now and we’ve been dealing with family stuff, so we didn’t even have the chance to get any new Halloween decor this year or pumpkins. We usually get a least something new for the yard, but yeah. I think the only new things we got were stickers to put on our windows. But yeah, we never got to pick out pumpkins this year so we won’t be carving any. I do get the day off on Halloween (and so does my stepdad because he asked for it off since it’s his wedding anniversary with my mom lol, also I asked for Halloween off too because I just don’t wanna work on Halloween lol I’d rather hand out candy, plus I bought an expensive costume so I’m gonna wear it lmao, PS it’s a Disney Hades costume lmaoooo I’m dressing as my f/o) so who knows? Maybe we’ll get some pumpkins at the last minute on Halloween if there’s any pumpkins left at the pumpkin patches in town? Idk we’ll see lol

#ask #anon ask #princess posts

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personal-life--dontjudge · 1 year ago

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October 17, 2023

Yup, making a comeback.

So it’s been four years since I’ve last written an entry here. I don’t know why I feel so inclined to write here now, but so much has happened.

So this entry is going to be about my sister. I have three younger sisters, but the one I’m going to speak about is the second child so one right after me. She has always been the type of person to think she is entitled to everything she wants. And of course, as we grow we mature, but I think that’s one thing she’s never learned to change and it’s hurting her now.

So quick recap: my sister got a boyfriend, moved out, had a baby, had a house bought for her in CT, had another child, and has two dogs. We also bought a house for my parents, myself and my two younger sisters.

So now we’re at 2021 if I’m not mistaken, where she has a job offer. This job offer requires her to move back to New York which, of course we’re all supporting her that includes her husband and us, her immediate family. So she comes takes over the house takes over a whole room which we’re fine because obviously her four person family needs some type of space. We welcome her in with open arms expecting that she’s here for a job and she’s gonna be working hard. Little did we know the drama that was about to unfold.

Now just so you know, my family has never been part of any drama we like to keep to ourselves, any problems are in-house literally. So she had a lot of drama within her own little family to the point where I guess she wasn’t happy with her husband anymore. She then proceeds to tell me a couple weeks after she’s moved back that she wants to leave him and that she’s met someone else. This is the part where I was confused because it’s crazy to me that you build a life with someone who you can tell we’re crazy about each other and now all of a sudden it’s over because she met someone. This is where I was a little upset not because she wanted to leave her husband because that’s not my business; she was trying to make a huge change without thinking about her children. This is not to say where I think you should stay in a loveless marriage just because you have children together, everybody is entitled to receive the love that they deserve.

This is where it gets really suspicious, she makes the official announcement that she’s leaving her husband and then out of nowhere: three days later there was a “covid outbreak” at her job, where she can no longer be at home.

It turns out she moved in with a woman who she felt she was in love with, and left her kids and her husband in our house, so what am I supposed to think? Because the fact that you have left your whole family for one person you just met is unbelievable to me. She was also still married so I don’t understand why she didn’t go through the process first before she decided to get with another person.

My sister is a lot of things and one of those things is she likes to rush things or she thinks that she’s right the first time. So I always thought she got with her boyfriend/husband too soon but love is love and they made it work. But now she’s realizing that this isn’t the man for her And her solution is to just rush off and get into a new relationship. Fast forward to the part where she comes back two months later to pick up her kids, as if she wasn’t gone for all that time. To the point where her kids cried every night because their mom wasn’t there. Sure she called and they would ask her when she was coming home. Idon’t know what she told them, but it wasn’t the answer they needed to hear they needed their mom there. Anyways, she came back to grab all her stuff and her kids to move into this woman’s house. We are now going to refer to this woman as “the bitch“.

My sister supposedly is living her best life, but we noticed there’s a change in her. We then found out she was getting physically abused by this bitch. And when we found out, we moved her out of there, but she moved back. This happened five times over the span of three months. We were now getting to the point where we were realizing she didn’t want to be saved, so we just had to pray for my niece and nephew.

Right now, my sister and her husband are going through a custody battle as well as divorce proceedings and I can only imagine how this is affecting the children. I just try to give them the most love I can when I see them. I hate that I can’t do anything more because they didn’t deserve what happened to them or I should say what is still happening to them.

Let’s refer back to the job that she came down here for. She no longer has it because she was fired. And I honestly think that the behavior that she exhibited while she was with this bitch is the reason why she lost her job. So now, because of this bitch, she doesn’t have a husband, she doesn’t have a job, and she lost her home. Of course, she was living with us, but it wasn’t her home, it wasn’t what she had back in Connecticut. In Connecticut she had her own space. She had a huge yard. The babies had their own rooms and now because of the bitch, the job that she so desperately wanted to do, that she studied hard for is gone. Now that she was fired, there aren’t going to be many opportunities for her to go back in that field. She lost her dream job.

Right now my sister and I are estranged. We don’t talk because she moves back into our house like she owns the place. She doesn’t pay rent and she thinks she can do whatever she wants. She has currently moved her dog into our house and the dog is not at fault obviously but there’s a reason we don’t have a dog. Everyone in the family, including her, is allergic, but she doesn’t listen to reason so she just invaded our space and it’s no longer a place where I can feel like I can be completely comfortable.

Honestly, I want her out of there, but I know if she leaves so will my niece and nephew, and I don’t want them going anywhere because she doesn’t have the right state of mind to prioritize her kids. I think she’s capable of just bringing them anywhere and it just being convenient for her. I pray every day that things get better and for there to be a solution because she used to be my best friend but now she’s been brainwashed by this bitch and now she thinks she’s the tyrant of the world. Who knows if she is still with her, but she still thinks she can do no wrong in coming to our home to do whatever she wants.

I might be completely unreasonable, but this is my story, and I just feel like she could’ve done better. There’s a reason I am a big sister, even though I don’t have the same experiences as her I offer a different perspective, but she completely disregarded everything and acts like I’m nothing to her.

So if I’m nothing to her then she is nothing to me.

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