#but i am now dating one of the girls that got got with me so that's nice

[postmoderntongues]

I will fight a male 3x my size (usually not WIN, but still FIGHT) half a pitcher and three bumps into the night if my fight or flight gets activated and i feel like I have the option not to default to fawn. I am 5'10 260 and would not fight a four and a half foot dike with a double digit weight. I almost threw hands in a dive bar with my buddy's ex 22 minutes into the year i was hearing kill bill sirens i didnt live in that town and had nothing illegal on me i could get in a drunk new years bar fight and do community service county jail at worst and im the only one i know other than Chay's people and some college friends who hasn't been there and most likely if i was going anywhere itd be to a psych ward which i can do on my head and then her Dike intervened and I was like okay bro im not swinging its a free country and ima keep talking tho (and trying to get her to swing on me) but im not threatening anybody don't get the wrong idea (i wanted to be like *brother, my brother song form the first pokemon movie playing softly in the background* we are one in the same ive been you and you've been me so many times at this point in our lives you know how it goes doing the big bulldike thing pining after some reckless straight girl you know no woman deserves to be slapped by a man but be serious and tell me you know her as well as you claim to and there aren't a few things in her past where if another female just gave her a good old fashioned 3 stooges bop on her messy head on the deck of a dive bar it might not be completely unjustified).

Like the second this girl intervened i was like nope not doing this and then just yelled shit at the ex all night every time she tried to come back to the bar partially bc i was mad she was the reason my buddy wasnt there, i was mad she was the reason i couldnt hook up with this cute guy with more drugs and a tattoo gun at his place a few blocks away the night before bc he was the one who ruined their marriage, and also I was on a lot of stimulants for a few days in a row at that point and under stimulated and had nothing else to do to entertain myself because my people went to a drag bar and i didnt want to pay the $8 cover so i didn't know anybody and it was my first time in a bar as a single female and now i was totally unaccompanied and in a weird panicked way i thought maybe getting a little rambunctious or at least giving the impression i was ready to would keep me safe until my people came back and then later she came back and tried to intimidate me with 4 guys who were like 5'8 on their dating profile prolly and smaller than me mass wise and they were like you good? and i wa slike yea whats good you good and they were like no are you GOOD? n i was like yeah why are you good? and then i saw her and i was like you went and got dudes you really cant handle yourself as a woman and then some low blows im less proud of and then the bar closed and i got an invite to go to an afterparty and wound up getting into a great phone call with my cousin and didn't spend the night potentially joining the great majority in the same ER everybody would go for ODs before narcan because I didn't get into a dike fight that night.

I was flirting with this girl when we saw a movie together with some friends and she was flirting a lot back and like was holding my hand and sitting in my lap at one point and then my boy a few days later was like "u know shes married right" and i was like idgaf ill peg him and he was like "no she has a wife" and I was like dude if you tell a single soul what u saw at the movies ill straight up fist u, you do not say i bought her the fucking cup of tea, as far as you know she didn't get a single one of my gummy worms. In fact, both you AND chris sat between us. I don't fuck with other womens partners but i ESPECIALLY don't involve myself in dike drama. Most guys ive cucked are like kind of cool with it nd into it to some degree because males are lower animals and also perverted and fetishize lesbianism. The rest mostly just curse you out. A few will hit you. Getting shot or stabbed isn't something that's never happened in the history of lesbian fuckboys ignoring het relationships when pursued by a cute girl. Now look up the Shanda Sharer case and compare that to an infamous crime by male kids of the same age like most school shootings or even most male serial killers and ask which you'd rather die in. Best case scenario if you get involved creeping around on a lesbian your life becomes one of the bummer non-supernatural Junji ito comics but there's not an insignificant chance that your last moments will be a lot more Waita Uziga.

I fear no male. I fuck with no dike.

You're talking to somebody who once got back with a girl not in spite of the fact but literally BECAUSE she stabbed me through my jeans in the cafeteria with a pen or pencil or something (it wasn't like a big injury but the thing stuck upward in my leg and drew a miniscule drop or two of blood when i squeezed at it and put a hole in my jeans that my mom noticed but i have no doubt that when she did it she did it with the intention of driving the thing through to the bone if shed been physically able) and I was like wow thats passionate her feelings for me are strong and like 2 periods later i'd broken up with the girl i was rebounding with who she was jealous of and stabbed me over and was back with her.

I had a brief girlfriend freshman year who would literally just cut me like on the bricks in front of the dorm building where we'd smoke while she was drunk and i was either rolling or tripping or tweaking and all the punk guys i was friends with were horrified by it and then i justified it by comparing myself to GG Allen who I didn't even listen to i just know he cut onstage and these guys wouldn't know who Lucifer Valentine was so it was the most appropriate reference.

The most sadistic consensual lays ive ever had in my life were NOT cismales.

My ex's best friend also had a mentally ill bulldike doing the reverse-LUG college comphet thing as a girlfriend and she was the best but she'd make u put ur cig out on her if u smoked around her when she drank certain weekends bc she was always trying to top her score as were a bunch of the other rugby dikes who were like literally my favorite people ever to party with bc they were all heavy drinkers and i was an alcohol lightweight and i was heavy into club drugs and tripping so they were impressed by the quantities of that that i'd be on and it was like making contact with friendly foreigners but because the team captain was dating my ex's bestie we kind of shared territory and i was there for most of their first trip/roll and they taught me the fun drinking songs and a bunch of them were in the german program so i always had people on good terms to work with in a very socialization-based course and then a bunch of them started working at this evil strip club that had free womens wendsdays and a free salad bar so all summer us girls would go there for lunch every wednesday and talk to our friends who were there when it was dead and tip them like $5 or whatever we could manage a head for the salad bar since it was free and the place was empty other than us so we absorbed this large group of strippers most of whom were sapphic or at the very least so uninterested in sexual attention outside of work that they were mad fun to party with meanwhile the males all started working at this local bar and absorbed the townies including most of the bouncers and kitchen workers who also party like rockstars and the girls who came from there were also for the most part not straight and these girls were so nice and we had such a good time but also id apologize if i bumped into these fuckers in a dream i would not dare get wrong with one

again i regard no male, I disrespect no dike

[janeyseymour]

Second Chances

Summary: Melissa isn't so sure about you- until you convince her to give you a second chance.

WC: ~2.35k

“Just try it!” Jacob Hill is currently pestering Melissa Schemmenti. “You never know what you might find on there.”

“If I say I’ll give it a shot, will you leave me the hell alone?” the redhead rolls her eyes from the other side of the couch.

“Yes!” the social studies teacher exclaims. “All of the men and women that you bring here for a one night stand always end up eating my cereal…” he mumbles.

“Fine. But if I have to do this, then you have to help me set it up.”

“Gladly.”

So that’s how the two unconventional roommates end up spending that Thursday night- setting up a dating profile for Melissa on Hinge.

“You can’t say that!” Jacob cuts in when the second grade teacher wants to write ‘Fuck the Cowboys’.

“I am not using that picture,” Melissa refuses when the man wants her to put a picture of herself in a rather provocative position. “I have standards, Hill.”

“Do you really think that’s the best thing to say?” Jacob can be heard asking at yet another questionable response to one of the prompts.

But finally, a relatively agreed on account is made. And then the daunting task of swiping left and right is upon the two of them. They seem to agree on what is suitable for the bachelorette and what isn’t- for the most part.

“You’re fuckin’ kiddin’ me,” Melissa mumbles at one point.

Jacob’s brows lift. “What? What’s wrong?”

“That’s my ex-husband,” the redhead mumbles. “Dumb ass.”

The social studies man thumbs through the profile. “Seriously, Mel Mel? You could’ve done so much better.”

“And that’s why we divorced.”

Eventually though, there are a few solid contenders. And you just so happen to be one of them.

On the other side of the screen, you come across Melissa’s profile. And wow- she’s- she’s gorgeous. You end up sending her a rose in hopes of your chances of her seeing you growing.

And she does see you. You can see that she ends up swiping right on you, and you take it upon yourself to attempt to start the conversation. You look through her account and see that one of her prompts leads her to admit that although she owns a guitar, she doesn’t really know how to play it. So, going off of that one little bit, you strike up conversation.

What if I told you that I’d teach you guitar? I’ve been playing for a while now.

“Jake,” Melissa sighs once he’s moved back to his spot.

“What? Did you get a match?”

“I got more than a match,” the redhead grins. “You know I still got it- Philly 11 and all. But… that one girl that we both agreed was beautiful swiped right and messaged.”

“What?!” the man gasps in his own trademarked way. “Well? What did she say?!”

The second grade teacher tosses her phone towards the social studies teacher. He just barely manages to catch it with a smile. And when he see the message, he begins to type.

“Woah, woah, woah,” Melissa’s eyes widen. “You gotta tell me what you’re typing before you se-” She hears the sent ringtone. “Jacob.”

“My finger slipped?” the man grins innocently as he tosses back the phone.

Green eyes look at the message, and Melissa has to admit that it isn’t nearly as bad as she was expecting. And with his witty remark, conversation between the two of you flows nicely.

It even carries into the next day, and then the day after that.

So, we’ve been talking for a few days now, you type out during your lunch break at work. And I usually suck at replying on this app.

Well, you’ve been doing a pretty good job with me, Melissa responds.

I’ve found that you’re the exception, you reply wittily. If you’d like, I can give you my number. But if you’re not ready for that, I respect it and can wait until I get to take you out to dinner to get your number.

Well, when and where are we going to dinner?

By the end of your lunch (and apparently her lunch period too, as you’ve learned she’s a teacher), you have a date planned for tomorrow for a happy hour.

I’m here, you text. Got us a table by the windows.

Just parked, Melissa tells you. Be there in a minute.

You clock her as soon as she comes into the restaurant. And she’s even more stunning in person than she was in the pictures. You didn’t think that was going to be possible.

“You made it,” you reply cheekily.

“You knew I was coming,” the redhead rolls those striking green eyes of her. It’s in this moment that you realize how sparkly her eyes are- how they’re filled with so many feelings, the golden speckles in her eyes appearing to shine brighter. Then she smiles brightly at you, and- wow. That smile could stop the world if it wanted to with the amount of charm it has to it.

The two of you end up talking for hours. She’s hilarious, and smart, and witty, and everything you could ever want in a partner. Not only is she absolutely beautiful, she has the brains to back it all up. And you let her know that.

“Well,” you chuckle as you’re getting ready to leave for the night. “I don’t know about you, but I had a really nice time tonight.”

“Same,” Melissa smiles at you.

“And if you would be up for it, I’d really like to see you again.”

When you think she’s about to agree with you, her lips quirk to the side a bit awkwardly. “I’m going to be upfront with you hun. I… I don’t know if I see this going anywhere romantically.”

“Oh.” You aren’t quite sure what to say.

“Don’t get me wrong hun. You’re great, and I really did have a nice time with you tonight. I just… I think I see you as more of a friend right now than a romantic partner.”

You take in a deep breath. You know you have to shoot your shot. “I respect that, but… hear me out?”

“Shoot.”

“I- I don’t make a lot of connections with people. And I think you’re… you’re really cool. You’re really pretty, and you have the brains to back it up. I haven’t met anyone like you in- in a really long time. So, give me one more chance- for you to realize that I’m the best date that you’re going to get off of Hinge,” you joke.

Green eyes look into your own. She holds her hands up. “Alright, you sold me on one more date.”

“Well, do you think I could get your number now? Or do I have to keep messaging you on Hinge?”

A perfectly manicured hand reaches for your phone and dials her number.

“Perfect,” you chuckle as you help her into her jacket and guide her out the door. “Where are you parked?”

“Down that way.” She points in the opposite direction of your car. “You?”

“Other side,” you laugh. “But I can walk you to your car if you want?”

Melissa shakes her head though. “I got it. Thanks though, hun.”

“Alright, Miss Independent,” you quip with a smirk. “Get home safe?”

“You do the same.”

And with that, the two of you part ways.

As you pull into your driveway, you text Melissa. Hey, I really did have a nice time tonight. That being said, if you really don’t want to go out a second time and were just saying okay to get me off your back, we don’t have to. I respect your decision.

No, I am a woman of my word, is the response you get back. I’ll give you one more chance- because I had a nice time tonight too.

Okay, you type. I just wanted to make sure you weren’t feeling pressured.

Trust me. If I didn’t want to go out with you again, I would’ve shot you down.

“So?” Jacob is eagerly waiting at the door to hear all about how her date with you went. “You were out with her for a while! That’s a good thing, right?”

“Yeah,” Melissa smiles. “She’s cool. I don’t know if I really seeing it going anywhere more than friends, but… she’s cool. And hot as hell.”

“Well, is there going to be a second date?” the social studies teacher prompts.

The woman laughs. “She practically begged for one.”

“And you said?” Jacob singsongs.

“I said I’d give it one more chance.”

You end up getting to see the redhead that you’ve been talking to about a week later. Meeting at the same restaurant makes you chuckle, but it’s nice. It’s a place that both of you are comfortable.

The date ends up being just as long as your first. And as things are winding down, you can’t stop yourself from asking the question that you’ve been wanting to ask since hour two. 

“So, do you still see me as ‘just a friend’, or have I convinced you?” you tease with a warm smile.

“Honestly?” Melissa sighs out, and you feel like you know where this is going. “I don’t know how you did it, but you convinced me.”

You have to stop your jaw from dropping. “Really?”

“Really,” the redhead chuckles. “Why? Does that surprise you?”

“It does,” you admit.

“I’ll be really honest, I wasn’t expecting to still be here. I expected to be here an hour at most before letting you down easily, but… I don’t know. There’s something about you, and I can’t quite place it, but: yes, you changed my mind.”

“I mean, hey… I���ll take what I can get,” you giggle.

The redhead rolls her eyes playfully as she smirks at you. “Yeah, you do that. Don’t let it get to your head.”

The two of you leave the restaurant, and this time she actually allows you to walk her back to her car.

When you go to walk away though, that low, gruff voice that you’ve become almost infatuated with calls back for you. You turn sharply.

“Did you seriously park on the other side of the strip?”

You shrug.

“Come here,” Melissa tells you. “Dumb ass.”

You jog your way back to her car.

“Get in.”

“What?”

“I’m not letting you walk three blocks in this freezing cold weather,” the redhead tells you. “So get in.”

You listen to her order- of course you do.You would be foolish not too. And besides, her ordering you around like this? It’s hot.

You direct her to your car, and before you can climb out you turn to face her. “Thank you.”

“Whatever,” the teacher chuckles. “Maybe next time just park where you know I always park.”

“Noted,” you smile. And then in a bold move, you ask, “Can I- Would it be alright if I kissed you?”

Instead of answering your question, the redhead pulls you in herself. And… wow. When the two of you pull away, you can’t help the smile that washes over your face. You pull her in for yet another kiss, and it quickly turns into something a little more. Her hands begin to wander your body, and when you feel her fingers begin to play with the hem of your jeans, you know you have to put a stop to this.

“Mel,” you husk out as you pull away. “Mel.”

“What?”

“Not that I’m not enjoying this, but… I don’t want to be someone that you just hook up with on the second date,” you whisper.

Her hands retract themselves from your body immediately.

“I- I actually like and respect you,” you tell her. “I don’t want to- I mean, I do want to… but… uh…”

“I know what you’re trying to say,” Melissa chuckles. “I- I guess I just thought this was what you wanted, and I- I’m used to being used for my body.”

“No, no, no,” you rush out quickly. “I am not using you for your body. I meant what I said when I told you that yes, you’re beautiful, but you also have the brains to back it up, and I- I really like that.”

“I appreciate that,” the redhead tells you quietly. “Thank you.”

“Of course,” you give her a sad smile back. “I’m sorry that you feel that people only use you for your body, but I promise you- that’s not me.”

“I believe you.”

“Good,” you reply shortly. “On that note-” you lean in and give her another quick kiss as you reach for the door. “Let me know when you get home? And when we can maybe see each other again?”

“I think I’d like that,” Melissa smiles. 

“You’re home late,” Jacob quips as he sits in the living room. “I thought you said you weren’t planning on staying out late with Y/N.”

“Well, plans change, Jacob,” the redhead mutters.

“So… you changed your mind about her?”

The second grade teacher smiles at the thought of what had taken place in her car about ten minutes ago. “Yeah.”

Melissa pulls out her phone to text you. Home. Thank you again for dinner tonight.

My pleasure, you reply. Glad you got home safe. Let me know when you can squeeze me into your schedule so I can see you again.

Will do.

“What’s got you smiling?” the history teacher inquires.

Green eyes go to glare at her roommate. “Nothin’. Just letting Y/N know I got back safely.” And when the man starts to ask another question, Melissa cuts him off. “No more questions. Goodnight.”

As the redhead prepares herself for bed that night, she can’t help but giggle with glee at how well the second date had went. She went from not being so sure about you, to almost being enamored with you and your charm and wit.

She sends one final text of the night. Without seeming too eager, I’m free next Tuesday.

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[cherry-smokes]

Don’t you want me baby?

AKA Steve doesn’t want you to meet his parents and you start spiraling Pairing: Steve Harrington x bassist!reader Word count: 1.2K Warnings: hurt/comfort because Steve is just too into Sugar to let her hurt too long.

You’ve always known you weren’t a ‘bring home to the parents’ kind of girl. Frankly you took a lot of pride in it. At the end of the day you didn’t want to meet the people who created the assholes you’ve dated before. Them not offering just took the pressure off your shoulders. Relationships were always just a fleeting, sometimes fun thing. Most guys got bored after realizing they prefer to be the rockstar instead of the groupie.

You’ve denied yourself the desire for love for a long time. It didn’t feel tangible before. So why would you plague yourself with the disappointment of not being enough for someone. It was easier to live that way.

Steve made you feel different. Steve made you feel like that part of you which you had locked away for so long finally had a space to run free. That you weren’t an idiot for thinking that there truly was someone out there who would love you unconditionally. It feels too soon to say that but you couldn’t stop the freight train that was Steve Harrington from crashing into the brick wall you had built around your heart.

That’s probably why this all hurts so much.

It hadn’t even felt like a big deal to you at the time.

“I could just meet you at your place?”

“Oh…no, no I’ll come pick you up.”

“You always pick me up, let me drive. I wanna take care of you this time.” it came out teasingly. With that goddamn smile that made Steve’s knees buckle and his heart beat so strong he could feel it all the way up to his shoulders.

“No just- I’ll pick you up”

“Do you think I’m a bad driver or something?”

He chuckled at that. “Considering the fact that Eddie taught you to drive, I’m doubtful of your abilities.”

“I’ll have you know I’ve never gotten a single ticket. So you should let me treat my pretty boy to a night out and let me make him my passenger princess for once.”You grab his face and kiss him sweetly. Teeth against teeth as you both smile, but his fades faster than yours does.

“My parents are home this weekend, you don’t want deal with them.”

“Who said I didn’t want to deal with them?”

“They’re a lot.”

“Well, so am I.”

“I just think it’s better if I pick you up, yeah?”

You’ve never had a smile wiped off your face so fast. You nod and lean away from him.

“Sure, whatever you want.”

Steve makes you feel…soft. Had it been any other guy this would have never bothered you, but Steve wasn’t any other guy. He was someone you had grown to really care for. Someone you actually saw a future with, or wanted to at least. So him not wanting you to meet his parents felt like a bad omen.

If we’re closer to your family, physically and in any other sense, you would have introduced Steve to them in a heart beat. The closest thing you had to that was Eddie and the guys, and Steve had already met them.

So yeah. This was a pretty big fucking deal to you. You know the kind of girls he’s dated before. Prim and proper. The kind of girls who go on to be beauty queens or valedictorians. That never bother you before, but now you’re thinking about every reason why he wouldn’t want you to meet his folks.

Your reputation isn’t…polished. You’re abrasive, and overwhelming to some people. You hang out with ‘freaks’ and you make a living off of playing in dive bars and bartending. None of that really screams ‘life long partner.’

Maybe that’s what he’s looking for. Maybe you’re just a stepping stone for him. Some crazy story he can tell his Wall Street friends one day when he finally decides to give into his father’s wishes.

You wish all of this wasn’t running through your mind right now. Sat on your couch with Steve’s arm around you. You feel tense. Like you don’t really fit next to him. It’s been this way all night. At dinner, in the car, even at the door step to your apartment when he asked if you wanted to watch a movie instead of calling it a night.

You know what’s coming. He’s too attentive to not notice. You’ve seen how he’s cowered into himself all night and the way his eyebrows have drawn together as you brush off his affection.

You don’t want to be cruel, but you get mean when you’re hurt. You’ve never known anything else. You wish you knew a better way to deal with it but you don’t and you can’t look at this man who makes you burn and lie to him like you have to others.

So when he asks you what’s wrong you can’t bring yourself to say it’s nothing.

“Are you ashamed to be with me?”

You feel it then. His arm tenses up and it moves away from around your shoulders as he leans back to look at you.

“What?”

“I know you heard me don’t make me repeat myself.”

He looks genuinely confused. Like he can’t understand why you’re asking this.

“Why would I be ashamed of you?”

“I don’t know Steve, you tell me.”

He looks you dead in the eyes. The weight of his gaze makes you feel heavy, like you’re sinking into yourself.

“I’m not ashamed of you I l-you know how I feel about you.”

You want to believe him. You want to so badly. You want to nod and agree and curl into his side so he’ll kiss your neck and whisper sweet nothings into your ear until you forget every horrible thing that’s ever happened to you both. But you can’t.

“You don’t want me to meet your parents.”

“No. I don’t.”

He’s like one of those Greek statues you see in museums. Gorgeous, and strong. The way he says it is…steadfast. One of the loveliest things about Steve is that he is stubborn…now it feels like one of the worst.

You don’t want to cry in front of him. You don’t want embarrass yourself so you choke it down like everything else and turn towards your television screen.

“Ok then.”

You rack through your brain trying to decide if you want to kick him out kicking and screaming or just let him go on his own. Before you can decide, his hand is on your face and he’s turning you towards him. His grip on your chin is tender but strong. Just like him.

“I can see those gears turning in your head. It’s not because I’m ashamed of you.”

Your eye twitches like it always does when you’re confused. He fucking adores it.

“You’re stubborn, and loud, and probably too honest for your own good. You’re…vulgar, and brilliant and you drive me fucking insane and you’re too goddamn good for my parents. They wouldn’t know what to do with you, I don’t know what to do with you but I’m so fucking thankful you’re letting me figure it out. I just want to keep you to myself so I can woo you long enough to not run away when you do meet them.”

Your bottom lip trembles. You’re thankful he doesn’t point out the quiver in your voice when you finally speak up.

“I’m not that stubborn.”

His smile is golden. You let him drag you into him as he presses his lips against yours. You want to savor it and keep him there forever but you can’t stop his hand moving from your chin and grabbing at your hair as he pulls your head back so he can he trail sweet pecks against your cheek and down your neck.

“Whatever you say Sugar.”

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Tiny little angsty blurb for you guys<3

[yannasuniverse]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥 | 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Paige Bueckers x oc!Amira smith

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Amira and Paige have been dating for a while now. Amira has a really bad addiction to weed and alcohol due to past trauma and anxiety. Amira had promise Paige that she would stop after she has expressed her concern for Amir health. One day Paige comes to Amira dorm after practice only to find Amira Breaking the promise making Paige end the relationship leaving both her and Amira heartbroken.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Weed, achool, Crying, cussing if there’s any grammar that needs to be fixed let me know!

𝐈𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬!: This part is set when Amira and Paige are juniors in College this is important to know.

𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚: Don’t worry guys I change the name I didn’t know malaria was a disease😭. This is probably gonna be a two-part story or three part I really don’t know yet.

“Amira what the fuck are you doing?!”

Amira jump at the sudden burst heart dropping to her stomach, Her chest tight as she felt Paige’s foot  steps come closer to her.

“Paige baby look it’s not what it look like-” She started, but was cut off by Paige slapping the blunt out of her hand. Amira look up at Paige who was now standing over her with a pain look on her face.

Paige look around the room, bottles of tequila scattered around the room the room reeked of smoke.

“I thought you said you quit?” Paige said tears welling in her eyes, betrayal filled her voice as she squat down, grabbing Amira face making sure she was looking at her.

“I did am just-” “Bullshit” Amira red eyes look at Paige’s blue eyes, Amira could feel the dispontment raiding off of her.

Paige got up, letting out of a sigh running her hands over her face, Amira eyes watch her ever movement. It was silent for a bit only Paige soft sinfles could be heard. Amira felt guilty. She felt guilty before— but not this bad she let down the only girl who actually really loved her. She could only watch not knowing what to do.

“I can’t do this anymore.” Her words made Amira world stop, Amira jump up, her whole body hot as she try to make her way to Paige but failing miserably as she end up on the floor.

Tears rolled down both of their faces as the stared at each, daring to break eye contact “Baby please don’t leave me, I’ll stop-” Amira said, chocking out sob, holding the bad frame for support as she tried to get up.

Paige could only stare at her girlfriend current state, her heart was beating out of her chest as she watch Amira struggle. Walking over to Amira bending down to her. Paige hot skin came in contact with Amira cold skin. Amira instantly wrap her arms around Paige starting to sob in Paige’s shoulder cause her shirt to be wet.

She could only hold onto her tightly afraid to let go, Knowing once she let go she would be gone. Paige began to whisper soft sweet nothings into Amira’s ear to calm her. Her heart broke seeing Amir like this but she knew she had to let her go. She couldn’t deal with the lying, the promise’s— She just couldn’t.

Looking down hear the sobs quiet down, Amir had fell asleep due to cry to much. Paige pick’s her up carefully, placing her onto her bed. Putting one of Amira many blanket’s on her.

“Bye Amira, Just know I’ll was love you and I’ll be waiting for you” She said, with love in her voice but with a bit of sadnesses.

Giving Amir one last look before walking out. That’s what finally made her broke down, The tears started to pour down her face. Sliding down the door bring her legs towards her body, Hugging herself to feel Comfort. 

She felt so cold without Amira, Her head hurt knowing that you and her were over for good.

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Sugar & Spicy Books Chapter 7

Summary:  Y/N is an accomplished writer who is newly divorced, and out of fear of the unknown, moves back to her small hometown she swore she’d never come back to.  She comes across her best friend that never left, who helps her out of a tough spot.  Will old feelings arise?  Or is she just too big for such a small place now?

Warnings:  language, smut

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The girl told everybody.  She had been secretly recording her interaction with Y/N, and after she had left the book signing had gone down the street and recorded Bucky and Autumn as they walked to the hotel.  The video went viral, as well as the pictures taken of them kissing, and suddenly Y/N’s book tour turned into a long gossip session.  

“Is he the male protagonist?”

“Are you dating?”

“Is this book based on your life?”

“When is the wedding?”

Y/N and Bucky had laughed it off at first, but when the media storm continued throughout her book tour then after it was over, they became worried.  Her hometown was overridden by tourists, journalists and photographers trying to get any and all information they could about Y/N, Bucky, Autumn, and their pasts.  Y/N had even chased away a photographer at Winnie’s house one night after dinner.

“This is ridiculous,” Winnie scoffed.  

Y/N rubbed her face harshly as she helped put away the dishes.  “I’m sorry, Winnie,” she sighed.  “I never meant for any of this–”

“I don’t blame you, sweet girl,” Winnie quickly reassured her.  “This will all blow over soon, I’m sure.”

Y/N smiled and hugged her.  Later that night as she was settling in for bed she got a phone call from an unknown number.  She stared at her phone in confusion as Bucky sat on the bed next to her, watching her.  “Do I dare?” she asked him.

“Might as well,” Bucky shrugged.

She answered and put it on speaker.  “Hello?”

“You fucking bitch,” the voice barked through the phone.

Bucky scowled and Y/N rolled her eyes.  “Raf, I told you to lose my number.”  Bucky frowned even further when she said his name.

“I knew that ex-husband character was based on me.  God, you’re so annoying.  You couldn’t just get divorced and disappear, you had to drag everyone into our business.”

“We have no business anymore.  We’re divorced.  And the character is a dramatization.  You outed yourself as a shitty husband in court. It's a public record.  I had nothing to do with that,” she sneered.  

“And now you’re parading around with some new dude, who has a kid?  You wouldn’t have kids with me but you’ll adopt some bastard from nowhere?”

Y/N stared at the phone in shock.  She had never heard Raf talk like this before.  Bucky took the phone from her.  “Listen, Raf, if you call this number or ever insult our relationship or my daughter again, I will find you and show you just how capable I am of everything that was written in that book,” he said, referencing a fight scene in the book, his voice low and menacing.  “It may be a dramatization, but I’m not.”  He hung up the phone and blocked the number before handing it to her.  “I’m going to take a walk,” he grumbled, standing and walking out the door.  

“Bucky,” Y/N said, quickly following him, trying to keep up as he went downstairs and put his shoes and a jacket on.  “Buck, wait.  Sugar please–”

“I’m fine, Y/N,” he said sharply.  “Just let me go cool down.”

Y/N slightly recoiled at his tone.  He’d never used it on her before, and it worried her.  Bucky sighed at the look she gave him and walked back over to her, cupping her face in his hands and leaning down to kiss her gently.  “I’m sorry,” he said.  “I’m fine, really, I just need to walk off my anger.”

“Are you sure?” she asked quietly.

“Yes,” Bucky nodded, nuzzling her nose.  “I’ll be back soon.”  He kissed her again before grabbing his keys and walking out.  

Y/N sighed heavily, wiping her slightly wet eyes in frustration.  She decided to take action, texting her lawyer and publicist for advice, then going upstairs.  She set up her phone in the bedroom and pressed record.

“Hey guys, it’s Y/N.  We need to talk…”

***

The next morning Y/N awoke late, looking at her phone and springing out of bed.  Before she could make it out of the room Bucky met her at the door.

“Woah, hold on, honey,” he smiled.  “Don’t worry, I took Autumn to school.”

She huffed.  “Jesus, Buck, why didn’t you wake me up?  Aren’t you supposed to be at work?  I thought I had my alarm set–”

“I’m taking the day off, nobody’s car is immediately needed.  And you did, but I turned it off,” he said.  He led her back to the bed and sat down with her.  He held her hands in his, gently rubbing her knuckles.  Bucky stared at her hands for a moment before looking back up at her.  “I’m sorry for walking out last night,” he said sadly.

“You have nothing to apologize for,” Y/N shook her head.

“I just…I don’t want you to think that I just disappear when things are bad,” Bucky said earnestly.  “I was angry, and I didn’t know how else to work through it.”

“Buck, you handled it better than most people would,” she said, bringing his hands up and kissing his knuckles.  “I’m so sorry for bringing all this into you and Autumn and Winnie’s lives–”

“It’s not your fault,” Bucky shook his head.  They sat just holding hands for a few minutes, trying to process everything.  Bucky moved off the bed to kneel in front of her, hugging her around her waist and burrowing his face into her stomach.  “This isn’t exactly what I expected when you came back into my life, but I wouldn’t change a thing.  I want you, I want this,” he said while kissing from her stomach and up her chest, his arms tight around her.  “You know that, right?” he peered up at her.

Y/N smiled at him, her fingers running through his hair and scratching his scalp, making his eyes flutter shut.  “I know,” she said, leaning down and kissing him.  “I’m still sorry, though.  I made a few calls last night after you left.”  Bucky frowned.  “My lawyer is sending another letter to Raf, basically warning legal action if he won’t leave me alone.  I also talked to my publicist and made a video on my socials last night asking everybody for kindness and privacy, while also thinly veiling a threat to reporters to leave us alone or risk legal action, too.   So hopefully that helps.”

Bucky’s frown lessened at her words until he smiled softly at her.  “Thank you,” he whispered, sitting up more so he could nuzzle her nose.  “As fun as it is being your leading man, we’ve got a kid to think of.”

“We do,” Y/N smirked.

Bucky’s smile morphed into a deadly smirk.  “And maybe, in the future, another one?” he asked suggestively.

Y/N’s eyebrows raised high.  “Another one?” she breathed.  Bucky nodded, leaning in and kissing her lips lightly.  “You want a baby…with me?” she asked quietly.

He nodded again, ghosting his lips across her face.  “I know we haven’t exactly talked about our future together a lot.  But yes, I want that.  I want to marry you.  I want to have a baby with you.  I want you to be Autumn’s mom, to join the family that you’ve always been a part of since we were kids.”  Bucky kissed her lightly on her cheeks, her nose, her eyelids, her forehead, leaving her positively desperate for his lips, chasing him with her own.  “I know this has all been kinda fast since you came back, but I wanna make up for lost time with you, honey.”  He kissed down her jaw, sucking and licking at her neck.  “God, I missed you,” he whispered, sounding wounded, his fingers gripping her tighter.  “What do you say, huh?”

Y/N nodded heavily, her head leaning on his as he nipped at her throat.  “I want all of that, too,” she breathed.

Bucky slowly pulled away to look at her.  “Promise?” he whispered.

“Pinky promise,” Y/N whispered, smiling as she hooked one of her pinky fingers with his.

He chuckled, his pinky finger wrapping around hers tighter before bringing their joined hands up and kissing her knuckles.  “Pinky promise.”

[chaoticwriting]

THE FATHER 2

Part 1

After the last incident, Danny totally expects the public to be afraid of him or even persecute him for killing the Joker. He did kill in front of a live stream after all. What he doesn't expect is the public giving their full support to him. Almost every single news media paints him in a good light, saying he is just protecting his children and bringing up all his previous charity.

However, there is one big problem Danny doesn't foresee. Danny doesn't even know about the problem because his children are the one that are suffering from it.

-Gotham Academy-

Emma: *Slamming her phone on the table* For the love of god, stop making thirst trap of my dad. He is too old for some of you (He is 20).

Becky: I know right. This is like the sixth thirst trap video that I see of dad.

Carl: I hate this so much. My crush just accepted my confession but on the condition I will introduce her to dad.

Larry: And you agree?

Carl: What? No! Of course not.

Emma: Ugghhh, this is the worst. Maybe we should ask Uncle Tucker to remove all of Dad's thirst trap online. I'm so done with this.

Larry: I don't know. This is the first time girls decide to talk to me voluntarily. I really am enjoying this attention.

Carl: You're happy now until one of the girls decides to confess to you and just as you thought because she likes you, it is because she has a crush on dad.

Larry: I know you just experienced it but you don't need to curse me like that.

Carl: Hmph.

Larry: Hey, has anyone seen Colin? I haven't seen him since last night.

Becky: *Whispersing* Don't you hear? Colin got shot after he went to patrol the night before yesterday. Dad grounds him cause he tries to sneak out injured last night.

Carl: Oof. Colin really doesn't learn does he? Dad has super sense. He literally can't sneak out.

Larry: Yeah. I don't even know why he wants to be a vigilante so much. I guess he is just kind of something. Couldn't be me to be honest.

Emma: Of course he is not like you. You are not even capable of waking up by yourself in the morning.

*Riiiinngggg*

Becky: Well that is our break then. Let's go to class.

Larry: Eh, it's not like Miss Brown gonna scold me if I am a little late anyway. She has been trying to get Dad's number from me for a while now.

Carl: Does dad even have a girlfriend? Or boyfriend? Hell, a partner? I never saw him gone on a date once so far.

Emma: Chances are probably super low. Like to say he is dense is an understatement. A woman tried to flirt with him once but he just replied to all the flirting with the straightest face possible.

The rest: *Giggles*

-Gotham Libraries-

Contrary to what his kids have been believing in, he actually knows when someone is flirting with him. It's just that he takes note from the dense anime protagonist and uses it in daily life whenever he is not interested in a person flirting with him. Which is like daily.

But here is the problem. He can respond to a flirt very easily. He learns a lot of that from when he was dating Sam. But he never actually flirts with someone first. And he isn't sure just how to approach the problem.

Having decided that he has stayed long enough, Danny picks a random book from the space section and brings it to the checkout table.

Danny: Hey Barbara.

Barbara: Hey Danny. Borrowing another book?

Danny: Yeah. I just finished the previous one last night. It is a good book. Thanks for the recommendation.

Barbara: You're welcome. How's the kids doing? Still causing trouble for you?

Danny: It's the same shenanigans everyday. Going to lectures, doing paperwork, taking care of the kids. What about you?

Barbara: It's the same with me. Barely any people come to the library these days. Usually it's only either you or my friends.

Danny: Oh. Errmm, Barbara.

Barbara: Yes?

Danny: Would you be free this weekend?

Barbara: Are you asking me on a date?

Danny: Depends. If it is, what would you say?

Barbara: Hmmm, let me think.

Danny fidgets as Barbara taps her finger on the counter. Barbara loves to tease Danny since he is so cute when he is nervous.

Barbara: I think I am free this weekend. So I am available for a date.

Danny's face beams a smile as he hears that.

Danny: So is that a yes?

Barbara: What do you think, big guy?

Danny: Then I will come pick you up at your apartment then?

Barbara: Come pick me up at my dad's house. I will be ready at 5.

Danny: Okay. Have a good day.

Barbara: You too.

Danny then walks out of the library, skipping a little. He has been gathering courage to ask Barbara out on a date for a long time now. They first met when Danny first borrowed a book from a library. It's nothing crazy. Just interaction between two people. But after meeting up a few more times, Danny realizes that he might have a crush on her. After getting convinced by Tucker and Sam, Danny decided that today is the day he asks her out. And he succeeded.

Now, it is just to make sure that the date goes well.

-Clocktower-

Batman: That's it for tonight. Everyone returns back to the cave.

Black Bat/Spoiler/Red Robin: Roger.

Oracle: Hey, B. Can I have a day off this weekend?

Batman: Why?

Oracle: I have a date that night.

Spoiler: You are dating someone?

Oracle: It's not official yet. He only just asks me out on a date this morning.

Batman: Yes. Keep your comms up. In case a breakout happens your way.

Oracle: Okay.

Red Robin: Who are you going on a date with?

Oracle: Danny.

Spoiler: As in that Danny?

Oracle: Yes.

Spoiler: Oh wow! You work fast. How do you know him?

Oracle: He always comes to the library to borrow books. I met him long before he became famous so it is not so hard to talk with him.

Black Bat: Is he nice?

Oracle: He is very nice. It's very hard to even make him mad. The only time I remember him being in a slightly bad mood is at Christmas. He doesn't like it apparently. Wait, Hood is entering the line.

Red Hood: Oracle, you betray me!

Oracle: Tough luck loser. How do you know anyway?

Red Robin: I told him just now.

Red Hood: Yeah! You dare ask him out on a date first before me? I will remember this.

Oracle: He is the one that actually asks me out. We are going on an official date this weekend. I'll take a very nice picture of us together so that you can see from afar.

Red Hood: But your status still isn't official yet. I still have a chance.

Oracle: Over my dead body.

Red Hood: Oh, I will.

Spoiler: Errr, guys. What is happening?

Red Robin: They have a bet on who will get to date Danny first. Apparently Hood gets a massive crush on this guy after what happens in the livestream. Oracle gets the news and they quarrel a little bit. After that I propose a competition between the two.

Spoiler: But both of you don't know that Oracle is already close with Danny. Girl, that's dirty.

Oracle: All is fair in love and war.

Batman: What is his background?

Red Robin: As far as I can see, he is pretty clean. There is even what I suspect some vigilante works that he might have done because he is related to the disbandment of GIW that were supported by both his parents and his godfather. But after some digging into the old GIW files, there are traces of Danny and his friends helping the local ghost hero fighting either other ghosts or the agents themselves. There was also the unexplained money that he suddenly had early on in his career as CEO but so far, it doesn't seem like anything bad.

Robin: Hmmm.

Red Robin: What is it brat?

Robin: I feel like his face is very familiar.

Batman: Explain.

Robin: I need to confirm this with mother. But I am fairly certain that his ancestors have connections with the Al Ghul.

Red Robin: As in blood related?

Robin: No. But there is a book that mother finds about a man who has a very similar appearance to him. The book tells the tale of a kind immortal who spends his lives helping others while learning stuff from them.

Spoiler: A cult of assassins teach young children to be kind?

Robin: Shut it, Brown. I am not finished. The part of the story that interests me is the tale called The Beheader of Demon.

Spoiler: I take it back. That sounds like something a cult of assassins will teach young children.

Robin: The tale tells a story of the immortal meeting a demon who kills people just to find immortality. When the demon finds out that the immortal is well, immortal, he pursues the immortal, trying to kill him and forces the immortal to give away his immortality to him.

Red Robin: What happened next?

Robin: The Demon's head is severed and the Demon's subordinates run away bringing the Demon's body to the pool of revival.

Spoiler: So is this a true story?

Robin: Mother confirms it is a true story. I do not know whether he is a true immortal or not. However, I do know that his ancestors or maybe even him, is good enough to beat grandfather even if he has backup.

Red Hood: What about the other tales?

Robin: There is nothing of note. Some mention of the immortal's supernatural ability, like summoning the dead or the ability to move mountains and divert rivers.

Red Robin: That is not something to take note of?

Robin: No. Because in those stories, the only consistent thing about him is that he is kind. Never harm someone unless provoked.

Batman: Compile all the tales into a file. Red Robin, lists out all the possible powers of target.

Oracle: Oh wow. My date is now a target. How could this get better?

Red Hood: If he is really dangerous, I volunteer to stalk monitor them while they are on the date.

Oracle & Batman: No!

Red Hood: Tsk! Party pooper.

Batman: Red Robin and Spoiler, follow them. Priority is keeping Oracle safe.

Red Robin & Spoiler: *High five* Let's go.

Oracle: Ugghhh, you all better don't mess with my date. Or else I'll make sure you regret it.

[k1llmehealme]

Here's another one for those who take pleasure in my misery and degradation.

There was this cute guy I've met, he was fun to talk to. He invited me to his place to smoke. His housemates (2 dudes) were there too and 4 of us had fun smoking, talking.

One of the housemates was super hot and reserved. I immediately noticed how dark, mysterious, s€xy he was. He didn't seem interested in me, as he barely paid attention to me, only talking to his friends.

Other one was more talkative, cute, and warm. He kept cracking jokes that made me laugh hard.

After a while we were out of drinks and the boy I came with, and his talkative housemate went to get drinks.

There were a few moments of silence between me and the reserved guy. But he was looking at me with a weird smile. I had to ask what happened. He got up and told me "Come with me for a second."

I followed him to his room. He closed the door, grabbed me and lift me. I was caught off guard. He was at least 6'3. I felt so little in his arms. Couldn't help but feeling worried because I was here literally for his friend, not him.

I told him so, and instead of saying something or letting me down, he laid me on his bed and laid down next to me. I tried to get up but he pushed me back down.

His hands were quick and strong. His fingers reached under my skirt, moved my underwear to the side and found my pussy. I grabbed his arm..it was strong and muscular.

I said "you have to stop.. they'll be back."

He asked if I want him to stop. I said yes. He pushed his finger inside me. "But I don't want to."

I was on my back, he was next to me on his side. One hand grabbing one of my arms, holding it back. Other hand fingering me, even though i was trying to push it back with my free hand.

I didn't know how to feel. I wanted to get up and leave his room. But I couldn't move. I wouldn't be able to move even if he weren't pinning me down. I just felt numb. All there was his breathing, the sounds of my wet pussy, and me whispering please.

Finally he removed his finger and let me get up. I ran out of his room. It was just in time because right when I managed to control my breathing and fixed my clothing, door opened.

We hang out some more like nothing happened. At the end of the night, the boy i came with took me to his room. He played some music and cuddled me, said nice things. It honestly felt really good... After a while we fell asleep.

I woke up middle of the night. Checked my phone, 4 am. Got up from the bed and went to bathroom to pee. On my way back I heard him. His roommate. He grabbed my arm and pulled me to his room.

"What if someone wakes up?" I asked as he was placing me on his bed. "No, wait, I really don't want this."

He was just silent, forcefully removing my skirt and underwear. He made me lay down on my stomach, letting my legs hang down at the edge of the bed, separated them and started to remove his pants.

As I heard him unbuckling his belt, I felt like crying. The boy who cuddled me, stroked my hair, gave me sweet kisses was sleeping next door. When I felt his d1ck rubbing against me, I couldn't hold my tears back. I grabbed the sheets, clutched my hands trying not to make any sound. As he entered me, I started to sob.

Fear, sadness, shame, numbness prevented me to get wet. I was dry, and his d1ck was tearing through its way. It was painful. But all that seemed to be making him even h0rnier. He moaned in pleasure to my sobbing.

"You need to be fucked, and that's what I'm doing. Keep crying now... cry for me."

Each thrust made me hate myself more. Maybe he was right.. Not every girl finds herself bent over for the friend of the boy she went on a date. If it's happening to me, there must be a reason for it. I knew I didn't deserved his sweet treatment.

He grabbed my hair and pulled it back, put his fingers in my mouth. His d1ck was sliding all the way in since I was wet now. But I was just whimpering.

He push my face to bed and came in deep inside me. His grip on my hair and arms loosened as his d1ck slowly slipped out of me. I felt hot cum running down on my legs.

"Bitch" he said. "Fucking bitch."

I wiped myself and put on my clothes. I was about to leave the room but he blocked my way. He smelled my hair...my neck...his lips brushed my ear... "It felt so good to own you. Now go back to sleep."

[jessicaloons]

Miss Americana and the Heartbreak Prince:

Chapter 9

Masterlist - Previous - Next

Miss Americana

July 2023:

"… so yeah… I remembered how my mother spoke about you and Monaco… that it’s a wonderful place to start over. Well and here I am." Lauren finished the short and very cut version of why she was sitting now in front of the Monegasque hairdresser, a steaming mug of coffee in her hand.

"Your mother was one of a kind… not just that she was one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen, no she also was one of the most friendly ones. I’m so sorry that you lost her so early in your life, ma chérie… life must’ve been hard without her…" Pascale squeezed the young girls hand "I know how hard it can be for children to lose their parent… a couple of years ago I lost my husband… my sons lost their father, Arthur, my youngest he was 17 at the time… it wasn’t easy. But at least they had each other… they had-…"

"You. Yeah… I guess with a father who who’s there for me, it could’ve been bearable. But well… he had to deal with it himself…" Lauren mumbled and the older woman nodded slowly.

"I don’t know entirely what’s up with your father, but what I know is that he doesn’t work for the best kind of people, that it made your and your mothers life not the easiest… so I think that you’re here is for the best. Far away from home and all the problems lurking there…" an empathetic smile on her lips, she got up and walked behind the counter, rummaging through one of the drawers, returning shortly with a little notebook.

"I let you in on a little secret… being a hairdresser in Monaco has its perks, you’ll end up cutting and styling a celebrities hair every once in a while and I always made sure to take a picture with them, then I noted down the date and what I thought about them…" she flipped through the pages, stopping from time to time to chuckle a little, telling Lauren a little anecdote about the famous person who’s hair she took care off "That’s David Coulthard, he was a Formula 1 driver, a pretty good one too, he’s Scottish and has this booming laugh… during the Monaco GP one day when I was in the paddock, I bumped into him. It was hilarious…" she continued looking through the pages until she finally had found what she was looking for "Ahhh… here it is! Susannah Lombardi, Miss USA from Woburn, Massachusetts and her gorgeous little girl Rachel…" she showed the picture of Lauren’s mother and herself as a toddler, sitting in her mothers lap, next to them stood Pascale, smiling "I’ve seen a lot of beautiful women in my life, but your mother… she was truly something else, and you look just like her…"

"Not even close… she had this natural aura around her. Every room she walked into, she instantly brightened it up. Everyone around her was smiling. She had this warmth… she- she was amazing…" Lauren whispered, looking at the picture in Pascale’s notebook "What did you write about her?"

"Let me see…" the hairdresser took the book from Lauren’s trembling hands, putting on her glasses "Susannah wasn’t just the most beautiful, but also the loveliest lady I’ve ever met. She didn’t just look like a queen, she had the grace, the aura, of one as well. A kind and strong woman, a loving mother, who would do everything for her precious little Rachel. But underneath there lies something dark. A sadness in her eyes when talking about her home. I hope she’ll find true happiness one day for her and her daughter. Not many people are that deserving of it." Pascale looked up and pulled Lauren in a tight embrace, seeing the tears streaming down the young girls face "I’m so sorry you lost her, ma cherié. So, so sorry." she gently traced circles on the crying girls back, trying to soothe her.

After a while Lauren wiped her face, slowly sitting up and Pascale let her go, smiling at her.

"Thank you, Madame Leclerc… I understand now why my mother talked about you so fondly." Lauren’s voice hoarse.

"Oh stop…" the older woman chuckled, wiping some stray tears from the girls face "Tell me, how can I help you?"

"I- I just need to improve my French, so I can work as a nurse here in the hospital… if you could help me with that?" Lauren said shyly.

"The best way to learn French is to speak French… and I already have an idea…"

"Are you sure you want to stay here? I have a big apartment and I’m all alone, my sons all moved out…" Pascale said, looking around the little back room she and Lauren had cleaned and tidied up for the last hour "It’s really no problem!"

"Thank you Mrs. Lec-…"

"Pascale!"

"Right… thank you, Pascale, but I really can’t accept the offer! You’re doing already enough to let me stay here!" Lauren smiled and squeezed the older woman’s arm.

"I couldn’t let you stay in a hotel! Wasting all your money! Mais no!"

"And I really, really appreciate it. This is enough until I get fully settled here in Monaco."

"You will have no problem with that, ma chérie. You already speak Italian, now we just need to get your French going a little and you’re good to go."

"Yeah… but French isn’t that easy, believe me, the last couple of days I was trying a lot…." Lauren chuckled "But I’ll get there."

"Can I leave you alone? My son, he umm-… he needs my help…" the hair dresser said, checking her phone.

"Of course! Go. I’ll be alright. I have everything that I need. And thank you again, Mrs. Le-… Pascale."

"Stop thanking me, Ra- Lauren. Looks like we both have to get used to our names…" she smiled and grabbed her purse "I see you tomorrow. If you need anything, just call or text me. Have a good night."

"You too. See you tomorrow."

Lauren sat down, taking in her surroundings. The storage room turned into a nice little place for her to stay. The day bed was cosy, the drawer next to it full with her personal belongings and clothes. It wasn’t much, but it felt safe. Almost homely. After a quick shower in the bathroom and a sandwich Pascale had prepared her earlier, she cuddled into her bed, falling asleep almost immediately.

"Did you sleep well?" Pascale smiled at Lauren, the smell of the fresh coffee she brought her waking up the girls senses.

"To be honest? I think I haven’t slept this good for weeks…" Lauren nodded, taking a big sip of the dark liquid "And this coffee was just what I needed to wake up fully, thank you."

"No worries, dear." the hair dresser replied, looking through her notebook.

"What’s the idea you had in mind, helping me with my French?"

"Well, I could really use a new assistant here in the salon… one of my girls left, she moved to Milan with her fiancé, and now it’s only me and Claire, and it’s getting a little hectic at times. I can’t do both, taking care of the phone, the calendar, all the supply orders, welcoming new clients while I’m already cutting someone else’s hair…"

"Sounds like something I could do!" Lauren nodded making Pascale smile.

"Well, then I’d say let’s set up a contract and welcome to the team!"

Lauren was excited. Working for Pascale was just what she needed to get a footing in Monaco. Getting her French going. Getting used to work and live in the little principality. She couldn’t wait to start her new work. For the next weeks Lauren assisted Pascale with everything she could do, besides actually cutting hair. That was something she didn’t want to do, too afraid to mess something up and the older woman was glad that she didn’t have to say it to her young assistant herself. Lauren ran errands, washed hair, cleaned the salon, handled the appointments and took care of ordering new supplies.

"Looks good, you can send it…" Pascale smiled at her, handing over the clipboard "I have to say, since you are here, everything is way easier. Since Marie left 2 months ago and now with Charles and the ba-… well it was all getting a little too much. But with you here, everything goes smoothly."

"I really enjoy working here, my French already got better… or at least I think so?"

"It definitely is better! Just a few more weeks and you’re fluent!" Pascale replied when she got a notification, checking her phone, frowning.

"Everything okay?" Lauren asked concerned but the hair dresser only sighed and put her phone away.

"Yeah yeah it’s fine… it’s just… I know that the salon is in good hands with you and Claire when I go to the convention tomorrow… but my son… he’s going through something and I know I can’t always be there, he has to learn to handle it alone, but yeah… it’s not easy."

"I think it’s just understandable. You’re an amazing mum who cares for her sons! Nothing wrong with that." Lauren gently patted the older woman’s arm who smiled.

"And still. I have to learn to let go. He’ll be fine. He has to be."

"And I’m sure he’ll be just that. You don’t have to worry about him or your salon. It’s all going to be just fine!"

"You’re right! It will be! How couldn’t it be, with you being here!"

"Oh stop. I’m just helping out a bit." Lauren blushed a little, turning away to fill up the hand towels at the sink.

"Yeah, but that helping out is just what I needed. You’re doing an amazing job."

"It’s like I said, I really enjoy working here. Everyone is so friendly, helping me out with my French, especially all the adorable older ladies." Lauren smiled, thinking about Marianne, who came in twice a week to get her hair done.

"They all love you. Estelle told me that she never met a sweeter girl than you… and I have to say, I agree."

"Oh stop, you’re making me blush… Estelle is lovely, I just hope she doesn’t follow through with her plan, bringing her grandson next time with her…" Lauren scowled a little and Pascale laughed.

"Jean-Luc is a nice young man, but no… you deserve someone special, not a guy whose hobby it is to compare his watches with his friends…" the hair dresser winked at her assistant, in her mind she was already thinking about introducing Lauren to her son Charles.

"Pascale? You sure you’re alright?"

"Oh yes, more than alright…" she chuckled, thinking about how Charles would be completely enamoured by the lovely, young girl in front of her "Were done for today. I showed you everything you need to know for the next two days!"

"Are you sure?"

"I am. I have to go home and pack now. You enjoy the rest of the day!"

"Have fun at the convention! And don’t worry about the salon or your kids. It will be just fine, you’ll see." Lauren hugged the hair dresser who sighed contently, grabbing her bag and keys.

"I’ll see you on Wednesday!" and with that she left the salon.

After a quick check if all doors and windows were closed and locked, Lauren took a quick shower and headed into the city centre, strolling through the quieter than usual streets. As soon as she entered her favourite bistro she knew why, a Formula 1 race was on.

"Ah! Lauren. Come on in!" Matthieu, the owner of the bistro, waved her over "You want to sit with us and watch the race?"

"Oh, umm-… that’s really nice of you, but I want to enjoy the sun… so yeah, just the chicken pesto pa-…"

"…panini with a cup of our homemade lemonade. Coming right up for you…" he laughed and walked behind the counter, starting on the girls order "No Formula 1 fan?"

"No… not really… sorry." Lauren shook her head, smiling.

"It’s okay. You’ll be one in no time, living here in Monaco! I mean, it’s been a while since there was a Monegasque F1 driver! And with Il Predestinato, we have a future world champion racing for our country."

"The predestined one? Okay?" Lauren cocked an eyebrow at the nickname.

"He’ll bring back the title to Maranello. We all believe in Charles Le-…"

"LOGAN!" a young girl shouted and Rachel watched a blue car spin on the screen, almost crashing into the barriers, gravel flying around.

"Sargeant doing Sargeant things…" a man shook his head "After de Vries, he’s next." he sighed and took a sip of his wine.

"De Vries was at the junior Red Bull team… you can’t fuck up there! Sargeant is only driving for Williams… they are more… well they are nicer…" another man replied, when the driver of the blue car climbed out of it and walked away, shaking his head, a man in a red tracksuit and helmet by his side.

Lauren listened to the discussion of the bistro guest about some drivers, not understanding anything.

"Lauren?" Matthieu smiled at her, handing her a bag with the panini and a plastic cup with her lemonade.

"Oh, thanks." she handed Matthieu the money and waved him off when he wanted to give her back the change "See you next time!"

"Until next time!"

"That will be faster than you expect it, your panini is the best!"

And with her dinner in one hand and her drink in the other, Lauren walked back to Pascale’s hair salon, making herself comfortable in her makeshift home, thinking about how her life turned out after leaving Boston and she had to smile. It was risky to put all her eggs in one basket, coming to Monaco looking for Pascale. Someone she never spoke to and didn’t know her. But the good feeling she had in her guts was right. She was in Monaco. She worked for Pascale. No one knew who she was. No one back home knew where she was. She was safe. And she was happy. Life was looking good for her.

After closing the salon for the day, the first day without Pascale, Lauren said goodbye to Claire, Pascale’s other employee, she strolled through Monaco. It was early in the afternoon, the sun bathed the busy streets in a warm light, highlighting the beauty of her new home. With the warm sea breeze in her hairs, it didn’t take long and the she found herself at the harbour, where she observed the traffic on the water. Living in Boston for the past 4 years, she spend a lot of time with Gabriel at the harbour, the little boy loved boats and ships of all kinds. The yachts although were different from the boats she knew from her home. More elegant, more luxurious, way more expensive. Lauren’s feet carried her all the way to the end of the marina to a little park with a set of swings and a few benches. She sat down, leaning back and enjoyed the sun for a while, thinking about how much her life had changed over the past few weeks. Her life in Monaco was so much different then her life in Woburn, she haven’t felt this free and happy for a long time. Closing her eyes, she couldn’t stop the smile spreading across her face. The sunbeams warming her skin, the peace and quiet of the park, the smell of the sea. Would she need one word to describe it, it would be content. A feeling she haven’t felt since her mother died. She leaned back, enjoying the sun when after a while a man with a stroller joined Lauren, sitting down on the bench on her left.

"Shhh… please, my little angel…" the desperate voice of the seemingly young and really handsome man made her turn slightly "Shhh… it’s okay…"

He was desperate, exhausted, Lauren could tell and she asked herself is she should offer her help to the young father, or at least try, hoping her French would be enough. When she spoke up, he turned towards her, and as he did, he reached up to pull off his sunglasses. Lauren’s breath caught in her throat as his eyes met hers, bright, warm, a shade of blueish-green. The smile that followed, shy yet endearing, made her almost stumble over her next words. Not to mention the dimples. Two small indentations that deepened as he smiled, and suddenly the entire world seemed to stop turning around her. Her heart skipped a beat when he laughed after her little advice and Lauren smiled shyly. The young father was thankful for her input, secretly impressed by her knowledge and when it was time for him to leave, it was reluctantly. When he turned away to walk off and then stopped abruptly, turning around introducing himself as Charles and that they might see each other again, after all Monaco was only a little village Lauren nodded, hoping his words would be true. She shook her head and started walking back, her mind still spinning, his voice like a soft melody she couldn’t forget in her head.

By the time she reached the little bistro at the corner ordering her favourite panini, her mind was still occupied by the strangers beautiful eyes.

"Who made you smile like that?" Matthieu, the owner of the bistro, asked her, while typing in her order, making Lauren cock an eyebrow "You come her now for weeks, and I’ve never seen you smile like that!"

She blushed and then smiled, wringing with her words.

"It’s nothing like that. It’s just-… I love Monaco, Matthieu. Seriously. It’s an amazing place to live and I’m just glad that I’m here.." she said and he nodded.

"It sure is. But not that beautiful to cast a smile like that on a young girls face…" he winked and Lauren laughed.

"Touché."

"Ah! She speaks French!"

"Oh stop!" the girl laughed even more, grabbing her food and then left, waving goodbye to the bistro owner, making her way yet again back to Pascale’s hair salon, blueish-green eyes and dimples on her mind.

For days, Lauren couldn’t stop thinking about Charles. The young father, with his easy smile and the dimples that always seemed to appear just as effortlessly. There was something in the way he held his baby girl, his tender gaze and the softness in his voice when he whispered to her. The slight panic when she didn’t stop crying. Every moment was etched into her mind, his shy laugh, the way his eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled, and the deep, warm blue-green of his eyes that reminded her of the sea. Lauren found herself replaying every single moment of their encounter, every little exchange, every little smile and word that was said, over and over in her head. And although the moment wasn’t longer than a couple of minutes, they somehow felt like a lifetime, something she couldn’t explain. She never meant to think about him all the time, but she couldn't help it. His handsome face, his smile, his eyes, the way he dotted on his daughter, it all stirred something inside of Lauren, something she hadn’t expected to feel. She tried to keep this newfound obsession over a guy she only met once for a couple of minutes to herself, but Pascale started to notice that her young assistant behaved differently. Her eyes seemed brighter now, and her usual smile that was always plastered on her lips was just a little too wide, a little too soft, as if she were keeping a secret. She daydreamed, often lost in her thoughts and Pascale, curious but hesitant, finally decided to figure out what or who made Lauren smile like that.

"What’s going on with you? Something’s different since I’m back? The past week you were smiling even more than before…" she began.

"I’m always smiling, I thought? You told me that!" Lauren shot quickly back.

"I know. And it’s nothing bad, but it’s different. You hum to yourself, lost in your thoughts… wouldn’t I know it better I’d say you’ve met someone, but for that you actually would have to leave the salon and go out…" the hairdresser smiled, looking at her assistant who paused, the edges of her smile tightening as she quickly tried to shift the focus.

"No, it’s just that- umm… you know I’m just settling into my new life here.” she said lightly, her voice betraying nothing of the true cause of her newfound joy. "It’s been a big change, but I’m really happy here."

"Hmm… if that’s it, then I’m happy… but Lauren? I hope you know you can talk to me about everything… I know it’s something you’re not used to, talking about boys with… well with a parent or parent like figure." Pascale patted the girls shoulder, smiling warmly at her and Lauren didn’t know what to say at first.

"Umm-… I did meet someone…" she began slowly "But it was nothing- I think. We didn’t exchange numbers or anything. But there was something about him… it makes me wonder…" she stopped, shaking her head "I don’t know. It’s confusing…" The words felt true, Lauren didn’t know what to think or feel. For now it was just that her mind was occupied by the memory of the young father and the spark of something that felt almost like hope. She didn’t even fully understand it herself, so how should she explain it to Pascale?

"Hey? It’s okay… we don’t need to talk about it now… just know that I’m always here for you, okay? And whoever that young gentleman was, he must be an amazing person, leaving an impression on you… but just so you know… Monaco is almost like a small village. You might see him faster again than you expect." Pascale smiled satisfied, but there was still a glimmer of curiosity in her eyes. She would love to know who the young man was who Lauren met, her own hope of introducing Charles to her drifting away a little.

"Thank you, Pascale. Really." the young girl smiled and then quickly turned back to her work, pushing the thoughts of the father and his little girl to the back of her mind, although she had to think about what Pascale said about Monaco being just like a small village, and she might be seeing Charles faster again than expected. The same thing he already told her.

Chapter 6 - And the unofficial first meeting happened… but don’t worry, you’ll get the full tea in the next chapter ☺️

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[laurellala-comics]

there are two wolves inside of you. One of them is fretting that you went through all the effort of making a new art account just to pigeonhole yourself once more into a specific fandom, which holds you back from exploring original art concepts that you care about. The other one came up with three separate ace attorney comic ideas in the last hour alone and isn't stopping anytime soon

[ctl-yuejie]

ramblings on Li Ming (and Heart) and homosexuality

moonlight chicken has so many things to offer in terms of technical beauty and interesting themes but what i cannot stop thinking about is the different ways they approach homosexuality in the story.

we have Wen who has a rainbow flag on his desk and pictures of him and Alan on the wall. Wen, who openly flirts with Jim and has no qualms talking openly about his one night stand. Wen, whose step father knows about his sexuality and is close enough with him to discuss his love life.

Kaipa we don’t know too much about. But his mom knows and is supportive and some of the vendors and the chicken family seem to know. But if anyone was questioning in what reality this show is set with all the class discussion and corona featuring, his part of the story shows that homophobia exists and he is worried about how he fits in with his own family, the expectations of his mother and possible the awareness that he makes the family he has “different”.

Jim is arguably even more visibly gay than Wen in terms of what we see throughout the show. He opened the shop with his ex, they prayed at the temple together and even though he objected due to proprities sake eventually they loudly declared their love to each other and the whole neighbourhood knows. Wen somehow feels like he is living in the remnants of a bubble: his circle of friends seems very queer, his closest friend and the whole gym seem to be all part of that as well. This only might change now with him questioning his work and breaking up with Alan: some gatherings he won’t attend anymore apparently.

And finally, we have Li Ming. At school he doesn’t seem to open up to his classmates on most things and additionally is in the closet. While there wasn’t anything alluding to homophobic rethoric being spread at school we can see how the heteronormativity gets to him and feel that there must be good reason as to why no one knows. And it could just be how Li Ming is judging the situation based on vibes, we don’t know. His mother is or at least was homophobic but at the same time he is raised by his gay uncle who is surrounded by other gay people. And I love how it feels like this might have given him enough security to be comfortable with his own sexuality but how it also isn’t enough to shield him from the world at large.

With so many great shows coming out of Thailand and most of them getting more and more political it just feels so real and 2023 to me that Li Ming is part of a generation that knows who they are but still have to battle with the shadow that homophobia has cast way before they were born.

[thisismeracing]

good morning I just woke up from a dream where I met lando norris and for some reason he was flirty, followed me from both a burner account and hi ls real account and kept messaging me (?)

[mishtershpock]

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[halfdeadwallfly]

scansion is killing my brain

[xoshepard]

was listening to an ace person's slideshow of "people i'd be dtf if i wasn't ace" and sam reid lestat was on there and i was like "well of course, he loves black people" (bc she is also black) and everyone was like "ummmm not based on his actions in the show" and i had to give my lecture on how yes he does love black people. he just also loves abuse and dv and such things. alas, they do not cancel each other out 😔

i also pointed out that sam reid plays the love interest in belle and then they all instantly got it SDFKJFGHSJK

[totheidiot]

the phenomenon of sitting next to your crush in a gay manner.

[notsolonelyygirl]

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