#i'm not scary and also my mom will be calling me to dinner soon so if i dont respond in the next hour or so it may well be bc of that!!!

[inkblot22]

Can You Keep A Little Secret? 2

Dreamworks films have no right having such good soundtracks. The whole time I wrote this I listened to this and this. The second one isn't a Dreamworks song, but Scary Bitches is such a good band and I want more people to know about them tbh. The first song also is not about me, as I am neither big nor chunky, but hey, who doesn't love someone who is big and chunky? I'm sure everyone can relate to that song as either the person singing or the person being sung to. Dividers made by @/cafekitsune.

Similarly to the last part, this fic is aimed at sort of anyone, but the reader's physical body has afab features. It's not really mentioned in this chapter, but it will come into serious play later.

TW for: lots of confusion, semi-shy reader, MORE creep behavior, a lot of introspection in this chapter, one (1) weird middle-aged man, reincarnation. These warnings will get worse, and this takes place when all characters are 18+.

Part 1 here!

Monday comes with the regular stress. You slept like a newborn and your new mom came over to congratulate you. She’s sweet, but her excitement was not contagious. If anything, it just stressed you out more. At least she made dinner when she came over. Always excellent when you don’t have to do that on your own. 

On Sunday, you make a night of getting ready for your doom tomorrow. Your agent sent you an email on Friday, including the shot location. 

Monday morning, you call up your new father, who apparently wakes up every morning at four to relax before he has to be productive, and he sends over Devin and a car to take you to the set. Devin, as it turns out, is an elderly man with cataracts and your father’s trusted chauffeur. You aren’t convinced as he takes turns way too hard, your cupcake-shaped backpack sliding on the back seat. When he drops you off, he hands you a hard candy and wishes you a good day before he takes off speeding. The candy looks like it’s older than you. You slip it in your pocket.

You imagine you’re lucky, since when you walk up to the tents, you don’t see Epel. You’re not ready for the rollercoaster of emotions he inspires in you. Instead is a group of three people around your age- college kids- and a grouchy-looking middle-aged man. You take a nervous seat on one of the nearby stools.

You were certain you’d been silent, but as soon as you’re settled, the whole groups’ heads snap to stare at you. A woman with ocean-green hair walks over and holds out her hand.

“My name isn’t important right now, ohmygod it’s so nice to meet you!” She squeals, shaking the everloving fuck out of your arm, “Oh, who am I kidding? My name is Belle!”

“Uh… nice to meet you, Belle?” You say, smiling awkwardly.

“Ahhh! You’re not mean at all! Those tabloids don’t know what they’re talking about. Who believes that greasy, gossipy shlock anyway, huh?” She talks a mile a minute.

Another woman with dark hair walks over, smiling somewhat awkwardly, “Belle, you’re scaring the poor thing. I’m Argon. Yes, like the gas. No, I don’t have IBS.”

You’re not sure why she decided to clarify that, but it’s not your problem. The third person and the middle-aged man stroll over. 

“I’m Starlo. You’ll be in these meaty paws today.” The middle aged man says. It’s not a pleasant introduction, and if anything, it makes you want to turn tail and run.

You nod along regardless, and the other man jabs out his hand, “Pepper.”

“It’s nice to meet all of you.” You say politely.

Belle drags you out of the stool and towards a trailer, the only one on the lot. She shoves you in and you feel the want to leave grow stronger.

She’s so bubbly. She talks fast and she talks with her hands, “This is you and Epel’s dressing room! I know it’s not ideal, so that’s why it’s got a divider. He’s a gentleman anyway, so it doesn’t matter, I’m sure. Starlo will be in shortly to do some makeup tests, and then once Epel gets here, we’ll go over the script and the visions we have, and then that’s all for today. I’m so excited to work with you guys. Oh! That’s right! We were gonna go to that traditional Scalding Sands place after we’re done here. I don’t have your contacts, but if you wanted to come along, that would be amazing. You seem so sweet.”

You’re legitimately unsure how to respond to any of that. She also seems very sweet, and you really don’t want to get stuck in a coffee shop with Epel afterwards. Unfortunately, as she was speaking, the devil himself showed up. You didn’t notice him at first, but you felt your skin crawl when he did. He's got his silky lavender hair pulled off of his shoulders in a little tail at the nape of his neck. You open your mouth to say that you’d love to get shawarma with this motley crew, but he beats you to it.

His pretty blue eyes never leave yours, “Oh, you’re just a peach for offering, but we’ve already got plans.”

Belle spins around to face him, screams, and swoons. You manage to stumble forward and catch her, and Epel’s smile drops as he slinks across the room, spins one of the crappy foldable chairs around, and plops himself into it, elegantly resting his ankle on his knee. For all of two minutes, he just stares at you as you lay Belle down, stuffing some fabrics under her feet, and fanning her face. 

When Belle comes to, his smile is back. She jumps to her feet and begins fawning over him, shaking his hand just as excitedly.

“Hi! I’m Belle! Oh, my god, you’re even prettier in person, and ooh, you smell so nice too.”

Epel laughs, but it doesn’t hit your ears right. Belle eats it up and you glance at the door. She’s got him distracted. It would be so easy just to leave, to feign an illness and walk to the nearest cornerstore so you could call a taxi or a rideshare.

You’re not lucky, though, as Starlo strolls in just as you’re about to go for the door, “Belle, what the hell are you doing? Argon and Pepper are waiting for you.”

She literally squeaks like a mouse and waves a quick goodbye. Starlo grabs you by the arm and deposits you in the other foldable metal chair, clearing his throat repeatedly as he pulls over a stool and drags out an industrial size makeup kit. 

The first makeup that he swatches both tingles and is way too light a color for your skin tone. You blink rapidly, unsure if you should say anything.

“You gonna get the same thing you always do?” Epel asks.

“What?” You turn your head to look at him.

He’s wearing a patient expression, but like always, it feels artificial. “From that bagel place.”

“Uh… I-I’m sorry?”

“I know you didn’t forget. I’m taking you to brunch after all this.”

“Uh… haha, yeah.” You don’t know what you always get from the bagel place.

Starlo daubs something else on your arm. It’s cold, but it looks really pretty on your skin.

The “you” that everyone has been expecting sounds like an outspoken, opinionated person who was consistently late or absent from various responsibilities, and if your new mom is anything to go by, neglecting their own health. You almost wish you had a bit more to go off so you could start acting like this you, but you’re not too keen on speaking your mind with people you don’t know. Your entire life has been hit with a cosmic “reset from most recent save” button, and if you dare to mention it to anyone, you’re in for a whole new set of problems.

Whatever Starlo just put on your arm burns. You yelp and jerk away, and he grabs your wrist. You think it’s instinctive, but his grip is nothing to sneeze at.

“What’s the matter?” Starlo asks.

“I- You’re crushing my wrist.” You mumble, “And I don’t know what that last one was, but it burned.”

“It burned?” He pulls out a bottle of the wrong shade of foundation and looks at it, “Huh. No wonder. Damn thing is expired.”

“Why are you even using that one?” Epel asks. Although his tone sounds innocent, the question is outright confrontational, “It’s way too dark.”

“Are you the makeup artist here, son?” Starlo shoots back.

“I usually do my own makeup. I know it’s not the same, but anyone with eyes can see that you’re going about your business the wrong way.”

You keep your lips sealed. What are you even supposed to say here? Other than that last product, he’s been fine. His hand on your wrist feels crushingly uncomfortable, of course, but he’s not doing any of this on purpose. You skimmed the script, but you’re not really sure what the story is about. It’s all of your jobs to try to make it come together, and if that means that you’re going to be wearing a foundation two shades too dark for you, then perhaps that’s what art is. As you were thinking, Starlo let go of your wrist in favor of getting in Epel’s face. 

“-no two-bit, fucking stuck up little prick like you is gonna tell me how to do my damn job. You understand?”

Epel is smiling sweetly even as the older man’s spittle is spraying him in the face. He stands up, and Starlo steps back, as though expecting Epel to start swinging. Instead, he walks over to you, grabs your hand ever so delicately. The contact makes your skin crawl as he yanks you to your feet.

“You should apologize before the two of us walk off set right now.” He said, still smiling.

You can’t just walk off set. You don’t think you can, at least. Your agent was so excited for the positive PR this would create, and this is genuinely not a big deal, “Wait-”

Starlo’s eyes narrow, and it hits you that maybe he sees what you see when you look at Epel. A two-faced creature masquerading as a man. You’ve seen one of his sides clearly, but you’re certain you haven’t seen all of the other one, even when he called you on Thursday. It’s like seeing someone standing at the end of a hallway with their back to you: the sight is enough to give you chills, but you aren’t able to see the knife that the person is holding in front of them. That sort of thing. You’re aware of the danger, but can’t comprehend the depth of it.

Despite all, Starlo acquiesces, showing his palms and shaking his head, “Yeah, I’m sorry. Doctor says I gotta work on my temper.”

“You do.” Epel responds flatly, releasing your hand and reclaiming his seat.

The rest of the test is short. Starlo is pretty competent, and he makes it quick and sweet.

That seems to be the theme for the rest of the day. Starlo remains in the trailer to dispose of a few expired things and note down what you had reactions to, while you and Epel meet up with Belle, Argon, and Pepper to talk about the short film.

It’s going to be a story of lovers, unfortunately, but you get to play the part of the dead one. The story goes that your and Epel’s characters came out here to camp, but you froze to death in the night. Epel returns to the campsite every year in your memory, and you return from the land of the dead in his. On the night shown in the film, you finally bump into each other, and through the emotional reunion, you spend one final night camping together.

Epel smiles and nods along with what the three film students say, all too eager to whisk you away as soon as the first shooting date is scheduled and you have an extra copy of the script in your sweaty hands. 

He drags you towards a very cute little compact car in candy apple red and opens the door for you. You don’t want to get in, but you also don’t want to call Devin. You take a seat and he closes the door. As you’re buckling up, he gets in the driver and starts the car, just sitting there for a second before he buckles and backs out of the lot, his arm on the back of your seat.

You look out the window and Epel grunts, his voice no longer sweet and charming and fake, “What the hell’s wrong with you?”

You turn your head sharply, “What?”

He sighs, drumming his fingers on the wheel as he blinks. You wonder if he’ll leave it at that until later, and then he says, “You’ve been acting real weird. You been talking to someone?”

“What are you talking about?”

He narrows his eyes in a glance at you, and then he swerves the car in a wrong turn. “I think you know. People don’t change overnight. Where were you that week no one could get ahold of you?”

“I was… in my apartment?”

He doesn’t say anything for a moment. You’re in the city by now, the sun reflecting off of the skyscrapers’ windows in an aggressive manner, “And over the course of that week you decided you didn’t like being a bitch no more?”

“I don’t-”

“Every time I saw you, for years, it was the same thing.” He turns again, going in a circle around the block, “Same shit. Every day. Making fun of my upbringing, like I didn’t know you barely had one, calling me everything out of my name, and now suddenly you’re…”

His voice trails off. You contemplate throwing the door on your side open and jumping out of the car. You absolutely do not need this. You’re already stressed out.

“Well… suppose I shouldn’t complain. I do like you better this way.” He mutters. “But way back when, when you pulled shit like this, it was because you were plotting something. That your game now? You-”

“I… I’m sorry for being so mean to you in the past.” You’re not apologizing for anything you did, but you’re grasping aimlessly trying to de-escalate this one-sided conversation. He’s driving. If you don’t do something, he could decide to swerve off the road and kill you both, “There was no reason for it.”

He’s silent for a moment, and then he says, “That… means a lot. I already forgave you. Told myself I wouldn’t quit trying to be friends. Guess it paid off, huh? I’m sorry for getting angry when we talked, Thursday before last.”

You don’t like that at all. It sort of feels like he’s not saying everything, like you should know what he’s talking about. You don’t. You weren’t living in this body Thursday before last. You nod and look out the window, “Uh… I appreciate it.”

You don’t actually care, but you’re a good actor. You’ve already decided that you’re going to just go along with Epel’s brunch and then you’re going to pretend he doesn’t exist outside of work. Frankly you’re unsure why the person who used to live in this body had his number or interacted with him for years, evidently.

Epel parks and you have a minor crisis as you try to figure out what you typically get from this bagel shop. It doesn’t matter anyway, since he orders you a large caramel iced coffee and a blueberry bagel with cream cheese. That’s such a basic order, but it’s simple enough to be good. You sit quietly and eat, not interested in making conversation.

Epel clears his throat. He’s quiet, but he’s talking in that schooled version of his voice again, “You ever hear back from that breeder?”

“Uh… the what?” You narrow your eyes.

Epel is leaning on his hand, a sweet little smile on his lips as he looks at you. Seven, you want him to look away, “The sphynx cats. You said you sent them an email a while ago during that meeting we had with Mirelle after our big public argument.”

“Oh. I haven’t checked.” You didn’t know you should have. You take a sip of the iced coffee and look out the window.

Epel hums and a stranger walks over, grinning, “Oh my goodness! It’s actually you! Can I have your autograph, Mr. Felmier?”

“Oh, just Epel is fine. Sure!” He’s all smiles as he interacts with the fan, but as soon as they’re gone, his face falls and he nudges your hand, “C’mon, I’ll walk you home.”

“O-oh, no, that’s alright-”

“You want to make another big scene?”

You force a smile and grab your iced coffee, following after Epel. He nudges your hand with his own, but you pull your hand away, covering it up with adjusting your clothes and holding your nearly empty coffee cup with both hands. Your hands are slick with more than just condensation.

You’re all too aware of your surroundings, especially the way that he somehow knows the key code to the door of your apartment building to get you in without a fob. You pause in the lobby.

“Thanks so much for walking me back, Epel. See you tomorrow.” You smile and turn to walk towards the stairs.

Epel grabs the back of your shirt and tugs you back a bit. You stumble against him and he frowns at you.

His expression should tug at your heartstrings, and yet… “You’re not gonna invite me up?”

This poses a dilemma. There are a few people watching this interaction. You can’t afford to make any type of scene, but you absolutely do not want to be alone with him. While you don’t know him well, your body does. Something also tells you that he’s a bit of a danger to be around in general. Call it a gut instinct.

“Uh… Well, maybe you could walk me to my door?” You have no intention of letting him in your apartment.

His eyes narrow ever so slightly, but he smiles regardless, and loops his hand through your sweaty one, strolling confidently towards the stairs.

About as soon as he lets go of your hand to ascend the stairs, you bolt up the stairs, your palms slapping against the dirty concrete to keep you from bashing your face. You’re glad you didn’t wear pumps today as you get to the third floor, careening down the hallway and fumbling your keys as you shakily unlock the door. You lock it behind you, slumping to the floor.

Tomorrow is gonna suck absolute ass for you.

[whoslaurapalmer]

my cousin's wife came over today and we all talked a lot and. I do feel a little better. she was totally open to me owning a house and making that happen if that's what I really want. and lots of programs for low-income to apply to for help with bills. which like I knew existed but my mom and I never applied for them because we always combined our incomes so we always made too much for them. but I am eligibile! and that shouldn't feel scary bc that's literally what they're for. there are lots of things that are supposed to help and that can help. my mom also set her will up Perfectly so that anything we got would go into specific special needs trusts to not affect my brother or my's disability payments, which my cousin's wife will man

her: unless you don't want me to!! it's okay!!

me: well! I trust you!!

her: you got it!! but feel free to fire me too whenever you want girl it's all you and you got this!!

me: THANK YOU.........😭😭😭😭

we all went to the bank and got some stuff rolling for getting my accounts in only my name; there's a lot we can't do yet for various paperwork reasons but things we can do too. Phone calls my aunt can make and I can make. my mom also had a pension, of course, and there's a possibility it might be set up for survivor's benefits, which would. really help a lot too.

me: so you don't need my birth certificate?

the woman at the bank, who has clearly seen things in her time: oh no, but, like, thank you so, so much for bringing it.

my cousin's wife: omg of COURSE your mom rounded up in her bank records so she always had a cushion. god she was so smart

me: !!!!! 🥺🥺🥺...............

(my aunt: she didn't do it to the penny?????

me: nancy, YOUR mom does her bank records to the penny and has literally fucked up her records TWICE

anyway. consider rounding up in your personal bank records, so you always have a cushion. just like, remember there's a cushion, and add some of it back in sometimes!)

(also that made me feel really good. my mom always felt like. people judged her in the family for the way she handled money. and she wasn't always perfect at it either!! but she did a really good job!!!!!)

she also knows someone to help me pick a new insurance plan that will work the best for me. which is a relief. so I do feel. okay. MORE OKAY THAN CRYING ABOUT DETERGENT, SO!!!!! it's. it's gonna be okay. my brother and I had a really fun dinner (egg salad but we both went in different directions with what we added to it so that was nice). I asked best friend to hang out soon. loss is still like. a literal knife in me it's been six days and I want. to show my mom the new cake pusheens (I showed my brother, but he does not have a Cuteness Radar). I want to reread fruits basket but I don't think I can right now. I get anxious and I have to convince myself I'm okay instead of asking her. but that was something I'd been working on doing for the past year and she was really proud of me and I can like. picture the little wave we'd give each other sometimes while sitting in the living room together. I found a video she recorded of me on her phone last year when we were talking and I love that video a lot. my brother is loading the dishwasher so I don't have to. I got to sing today when he went home for a while and that was nice!! I want to look at my fanfic and finally reblog everything for woevember. I miss my mom. just writing mom is hard. and that's okay. tomorrow still happens.

and I did message my sister, because my brother submitted the obituary today and i wanted to tell her before any of her friends back here mightve seen it and talked to her, on that incredibly off chance. and I did include my mildly scathing sentences, which my brother approved of. and then I blocked her. because I do not have to have her in my life! which! my mom was also fine with!!

aunt linda: you know, it happens in every generation of the vandelays, back to my grandfather. someone just winds up not talking to someone else in the family!! (her own son has not spoken to her for 22 years.)

me: i.....................feel like that's reaching curse standards.

aunt linda got way too excited about that. thanks aunt linda!! 💖

[oneforthemunny]

For janitor!eddie was there an introduction to Oliver other than “The Best Day With You Today?” Im catching up and I went through the lore but I couldn’t find anything else mentioning him?

I think it was on my old blog I had sorta a background about oliver and I can't find the original post so I'll summarize:

I want to preface this with a tw that it does contain child abus3 and neglect and some bullying (kids are assholes). I'm not going graphic and never will because it makes me very uncomfortable, but there will be some things alluded to it:

so oliver is in teacher!reader's class and he's wicked smart, but she notices he's kinda a loner. loves to read but it usually by himself and some of the kids make fun of him bc he wears the same clothes a lot.

one day he comes in and is soaked from head to toe and it's not raining. she asks him why his clothes and hair is wet, and he cries and tells her he tried to wash them in the sink before school so the other kids wouldn't make fun of him for his dirty clothes. she takes him to the resource room for a few extra pairs. this is kinda the first sign.

eddie notices that at lunch oliver "takes his friends trays up when they're done" which seems like a good gesture, but he's putting their leftovers in a bag for later. to take home so he has something to eat for dinner or on the weekends.

eddie asks you about it and you both realize this is a big issue. no surprise when you call oliver's mother, she's clearly fucked up (when you get in contact with her) and you start offering tutoring bc he's so advanced. which is true, but really, it's so you can make sure he eats and is taken care of.

oliver stays with the two of you a lot, and every night when eddie drops him back off, there's a part of him that wants to just take him and tell his parents to fuck off bc they're clearly not taking care of him (when his mom is even home).

this goes on for a while, you give him clothes, books, toys. eddie teaches him how to make easy meals at home (for when his mom is gone for days on end) and really he becomes apart of the two of you pretty early on.

until one day he's absent. you assume his mother forgot to bring him, and when you go to check on him, there's no one home. a day turns into two into four into a week, and you finally get word that oliver is in cps custody. his mother od'd driving again, hit a embankment and is in jail and oliver is zoned for another school.

they've got him in a home bc there's no space in hawkins. somehow, steve harrington pulled some strings, got the two of you in a background check and in classes within a week (how? you still don't fucking know but it's king steve lol) and you become foster parents for oliver.

really, from that moment, you and eddie knew you wanted to foster to adopt. you hadn't been married long, not really talked about kids especially this soon, but it was a no brainer to you two.

oliver's mother gave up her rights heartbreakingly easy, but that meant he was yours and in a few months later he was. around the time you'd realized you were pregnant, which seemed a little scary at first, but also perfect. then you had your little family: you, eddie, oliver, and olivia <3

[batz-surveys]

11.

How many bedrooms does your home have? One. What kind of phone do you have? I have a Samsung Galaxy S8, haha. It's old but it still works pretty good, so I won't be upgrading anytime soon. Have you ever been assaulted? Unfortunately, yes.

What was the last thing that made you feel fortunate? Reading that last question and realizing how lucky and fortunate I am that I got away from my last relationship in one piece, because some women aren't as lucky. It wasn't until I was in my relationship with my now husband, that I realized how badly I was treated and controlled, and was blind to all of it.

Can you hear a lot of traffic noise from your house? Sometimes. We mostly hear the restaurant that's down the road.

Are there any good Thai restaurants where you live? I haven't had Thai in such a long time. The one that I used to go to, before going vegetarian went out of business, so I'm not sure. I don't eat Thai food because I know they use fish sauce in a lot of their recipes and I don't like asking for them to make it special just because I don't eat animals. Have you ever drawn or painted a self-portrait? I have. What was the last red thing you ate? Salsa. Do you know anyone in a relationship with someone who’s old enough to be their parent? No. Have you ever found something really interesting at an antique store? We used to have this place called Attic Mall, and it was like, a bunch of little shops in one big warehouse, and I used to love browsing each shop. I'm sure I found loads of interesting stuff over that time period. What brand of laundry detergent do you use? We use Kirkland brand laundry pods. Have you ever driven a Mini Cooper? No. Who was your last voicemail from? It's been so long since I've gotten a voicemail, because I voiced to my family to not leave one unless it's an emergency, haha. But it was probably my mom. Do you have any Italian heritage? I don't think so. Did your longest relationship make it past the 5 year mark? Yes, we've been together for fourteen years, married for four of those this Halloween. (: What time do you usually eat dinner? Around 630pm, sometimes 7pm if I'm cooking. I don't get off of work until six in the evening. Would you ever want a career in the performing arts? I think it would be cool, but I also think I'm too shy and have too much anxiety to be a performer of any kind. I can't even do karaoke with my family without feeling anxious and protesting against it. Do you know any narcissists? I'm starting to think I do. What has been your favorite job you’ve ever had? When I was a nanny, it was really great, but specifically this one girl - I nicknamed her Green Bean - that I cared for. She was such a sweet baby, and as she grew up, she was just so smart and well behaved. Her family was amazing, too. I still keep in contact with all of them. I've never cared for a kid that made that much of an impact on me since. When was the last time you had a power outage from a storm? This past Friday morning, actually. Have you ever been falsely accused of something serious? Yes, but not to the extent where law enforcement needed to be involved. Do you ever Skype/Facetime your friends and family? Sometimes my mom will want to use the Google equivalent of those platforms to have a conversation. I can't remember the name of it. Anyway, that's once in a blue moon that we do.   What did you think of the last movie you saw in theaters? The last movie I saw in theaters was the newest Exorcist movie, and I thought it was pretty scary and it was worth seeing. Did you ever set up a lemonade stand when you were a kid? Nah, I never did that. When was the last time you spoke to someone in a different language? Hahaha, a long time ago, when I was in high school and took French, and had an oral exam where I had to only speak French.

[casspurrjoybell-33]

Wreckless - Being Comfortable

*Warning Adult Content*

Finnegan

I haven't seen Emmett in over a week and that's 95% my fault. I hate it which is worrying me on a different level but I also haven't had too much time to think about it. My father showed up at the factory on Friday morning for a walk through. My mother had flown out as well so I spent all weekend showing them Baltimore, the little of it I knew anyway. I of course came down with the spring cold from hell and spent Tuesday in bed and Wednesday working from my couch.

Emmett offered to come over and bring me soup but he was working all day and I was in no shape for company of any sort. That's what delivery is for. Yesterday I managed to get to work I make it through the day but I was in bed by 7:30. We've texted and had two evening phone calls so he knows I'm not ignoring him but it's just not the same... I miss him. I haven't really had anyone to miss in a long time or what feels like a long time. I don't know where this is going, him and me. For one, I should be heading back to Michigan in a month or so. Two, letting someone into my head, letting them know my secrets, well that's scary. I've never done it before and I don't know how it's going to play out.

Part of me wants to spin around and sing at top my lungs like I'm in the sound of music, like my apartment is the Austrian countryside. And yes, I want to do it in funny boxers. But then reality sets in and I know I'm weird and honestly, I don't want to date anyone who thinks I'm not. It makes me worry about what else they wouldn't have a problem with, know what I mean? But the possibility is enough to make me forget all of that and when he was here last week and I got to nap curled up against him wearing yes, my batman briefs, I was a happy, happy boy. We'd had a delicious dinner and I'd gotten a few very thorough kisses before he left.

It was a good day... a great day and I miss him and that. That feeling of being comfortable, really comfortable, with someone. I like the people at work but I have to put up a front, play the part. I love my parents and had a good time with them last weekend but no matter how much we love each other, there are some things that would just be going too far. There are rules and expectations and I'm really glad there are. How weird would it be for my mom to flash someone or my dad to tap my beer bottle? It's late by the time I get home and my apartment is very, very empty. I have a hard couch, a mostly empty fridge and nothing to do. I don't have much energy either but suddenly my apartment feels like a jail cell... I call Emmett.

"Hey, darling," he answers.

I smile because I do every time he calls me that.

"Hey. I just got home and I'm bored."

"You should come over here and play with my ferret."

'It will never not be funny.'

"I could order pizza."

That does it... that's a win.

"From that place?"

I don't even remember what it was called.

"Only place I order from, Finnegan."

"I'll pay, get me one and I'll be right there."

He chuckles.

"You're excited and I can tell by your voice that you can breathe a bit better, that's good. Taste buds must be back too. Hey, I'm not working in the morning so if you want to stay, bring a few things."

Stay tonight? Sounds good even though I'll probably be in bed by nine which is only two hours from now or stay the weekend? He said a few... if I show up at the ceiling and tonight he's going to get freaked out. I will pack lightly and leave some stuff in my car just in case.

"Sleeping with you sounds really good, Emmett. See you soon."

"Drive safe, Finnegan."

Half an hour later I'm on his comfortable couch wearing boxers and a Mr. bubbles T-shirt that Emmett pulled from the depths of his closet. I have two huge slices of pizza in front of me and he's yelling from the kitchen

"Want a beer?"

Too soon.

"No. Water is fine."

He brings me a sports bottle with a bendy straw. It has initials on it I can't place and I'm guessing is some automotive part distributor or such. I'd expected a glass but...

"Holds more," he says by way of explanation.

Not that I'm complaining... not really... it's fun. I pull the straw most of the way out since it's pretty full and that gives me plenty to play with. We get settled and snuggled up under a blanket. 

"Comfy, Finnegan?"

He has no idea just how comfortable I am. 

"I'm good Emmett, thanks." 

I fall asleep halfway through the Lego 2 movie.

[girltomboy]

Movie weekend.

Yesterday I had some errands to run, but I got enough sleep and called my mom after waking up. She told me I can officially go visit them any time I can, because she & my stepdad finished their new house and even turned the heating on for the cold season 🤭 and boy am I so excited! Then I had some errands to run all day, so I mainly spent it outside. Once I got home and had dinner, my boyfriend called me and we decided to watch The Truman Show (it was on our priority list lol). I enjoyed it, but to be honest it didn't exactly meet my expectations. I thought it would be more of something it was not, but I can't really put my finger on it.

There were some things in it that I couldn't really connect; for example the Lauren/Sylvia subplot (?). It felt forced and confusing, like was she the only person to disagree and refuse to participate in the endless TV show bit? Why did Truman not even ponder on what she told him, why did it not ring a million alarm bells to him that she ended up being right: someone *was* out to get them, someone *did not* want her talking to him, someone *did* interrupt them to take her away. Was she just an actress that had a change of heart while filming? I just didn't quite grasp that part entirely. Also, why did Truman immediately believe the man who took Lauren away, and made it his mission to follow her all the way to Fiji? Moreover, why did Truman end up marrying Meryl if he wasn't really in love with her? And how come he had never noticed Meryl's crossed fingers in their wedding photo? Also, what was that even about, why did she have to do that? If everyone else but Truman was filming and playing a role, clearly she would not have 100% meant those wedding vows (but she might have been willing to follow through, as an actress lol). And why does his dad vanish, then reappear, then vanish again? It seems that his father's return is a pretty destabilising point in the movie, so why do we not see his dad anymore after the reunion scene, why do we not see them talking, reconnecting, he just comes back and that's it? Anyway, these are all probably some asinine questions for/about this movie. I also couldn't really stomach some of its "comedic" moments, and I feel the movie would've been better without them.

I did enjoy the movie overall, despite these minor gripes lol. I have yet to voice them to my boyfriend, I feel maybe he might have a different point of view and I want to hear it.

Today I watched Shutter by myself, since I kind of gauged that he might not be in a horror movie mood any time soon yesterday when I suggested watching a movie. So I decided to finally watch this one, since it's been on my list for so long and I was so curious about it. Especially seeing as it's coming from Banjong Pisanthanakun, the director of The Medium from 2021 (yes I watched that one first) which knocked my socks off and remains one of my all-time favorite horrors. Honestly I loved it, it was not as scary as I had expected, but it was quite unnerving and pretty sad. The reveal at the end was not surprising to me, but it felt a bit gratuitous (I'm talking about the rape part). However, the fact that Tun had been carrying Natre on his shoulders the whole time since the accident was wonderful storytelling. I still don't really get why the accident even happened. They did not actually run over her, so what prompted the haunting? Was it because Tun was in love with Jane? Or just to bring light to the reality of her story through Jane? Because ultimately it's Jane who finds out, and Natre does not even hurt her at all. Perhaps she tried to make the truth known to someone, and to warn Jane of Tun's past. Nonetheless, I'll be thinking about this movie and I'm excited to talk to my work bestie about it.

[la-appel-du-vide]

01•28•23

This was a MUCH needed weekend visit to Hurricane! I hadn't seen the boys in about five months, and that's way too long to go without seeing my favorite guys!

Whit and I drove down Friday morning, and met Mom at Red Robin for lunch. Getting out of the car into the sun, and temps near 50, was a magical feeling hahah. Especially after a super scary drive from Layton to Salt Lake City because of so much snow that morning. Northern Utah has been a frosty wasteland this winter, and I'm so sick of it!

After lunch, we went to pick up the dogs to take them to their vet appointment. It was pure chaos seeing them for the first time, because they are so excited and can't stop jumping! I was so happy. They sure have gotten pretty fat, and that makes me sad. Arch has always been in good shape since he'd run around so often, but with such a small backyard now, they just can't do it. Whit and I made sure to take them on many walks/runs while we were there, and I hope my parents can keep it up. I want them to be healthy.

Other than that, the vet visit went smoothly! We picked up a Fiiz and went back home. My parents got e-bikes for Christmas, so Whit taught me how to ride them and then we took the boys for a bike ride/run. We got home about the same time as my Dad, and we spent the night eating mom's Zuppa (the best thing ever) and playing games. We also got to sit in their newly completed hot tub, and that was so awesome!

On Saturday, we took the boys to Grandpa's pond for a walk, played some games, went on another bike ride, and then went to Sakura for dinner, which is St. George's version of Tepanyaki. There was about an hour wait, so we got a drink and went to walk around the outlet stores. We visited one called Frenzy, where we got to pick out some old-school candy and taffy flavors to try. Whit got a pickle one, mom tried buttered popcorn, and dad did a maple bacon flavor haha. I just wanted my favorite watermelon ones!

At dinner, the chef took a particular liking to abusing me haha. All of the smoke from the grill was blowing directly into my face, and so did the flames when he lit the fire. When he put pepper on the food, I inhaled it and was choking on it for a minute haha. He later sprayed me with water, and then pretended to throw sauce at me - that scared me and made me jump, which got a good laugh out of everybody else. But the worst? After everyone had had a chance to catch their shrimp, he went to throw me another one and then said "Rapid fire!" And I kid you not, he became like a shrimp machine gun. He threw 10 or 11 shrimp at me so fast, that there were shrimp everywhere. Whit was laughing so hard she had tears running down her face. I smelled like shrimp for the rest of the trip!

We played some more games that night, and then I practiced French braiding Whit's hair for a bit. We left pretty early Sunday morning, after eating one of Dad's delicious omelettes and taking the dogs for one final run. The weather on the drive home was less than ideal, and I hated it, but it was worth the fun weekend down there. I'm already hoping to head back down soon. (And now I want to invest in an e-bike of my own!)

[melodyplucked]

he lets her say everything she has to say. he watches her look at him that way she does. he hears her out. but god can she be any more wrong about how he feels.

   ❝   nini i'm fucking in love with you...   ❞    

❝   you don't get to do that. you don't get to tell me i don't care. that i'm pretending. i'm in love with you. i've loved you since we were sixteen years old. before we went to the olympics. i remember how much i liked you when we were kids- and watching you skate as we got older... i remember when i took you out to dinner and kissed your cheek on your front porch and we said it wasn't a date when it was. and i loved you. i couldn't help it.   ❞    and here he is opening up about the thing he's been scared to say. even admitting his love for her was scary. he never felt confident she'd accept it. even now he's afraid. but he also needs to say it too.

   ❝   maybe it's stupid but i didn't know i really had your heart like that to break it... you didn't pick up the phone by the time i tried to call and i thought it was a sign after those first few times... nini my world got flipped upside down and that's not on you- and i don't expect you to suddenly feel bad... because it's not your responsibility to care about me and my trauma, but... it wasn't anything you did that made me stop trying. i wouldn't have been good enough to be with you when my mom walked out... i really believed that. part of me still does think so. even if i wanted you so badly. i was planning to ask you out as soon as we got back. take you on a date and ask you to be my girlfriend. but as soon as my dad and i got into the house it felt like my life was over.   ❞    

the    words    sting.    she's    wanted    to    hear    that    kind    of    thing    from    him    for    so    long,    but    not    like    this.    she    can't    believe    that    after    how    close    they    had    been    at    sixteen,    this    is    where    their    relationship    is    at    now.    she    had    been    so    in    love    with    him.    she'd    given    him    everything.    she'd    held    her    heart    out    to    him    on    a    silver    platter    and    now    she    barely    even    knew    him.    

❝    you    never    tried    to    be    mean.    ❞    she    says    with    a    roll    of    her    eyes.    ❝    wait,    was    all    of    this    you    attempting    to    be    mean    to    me?    good    job,    bowen.    i    didn't    know    you    could    be    bad    at    something,    but    apparently    you're    bad    a    being    mean.    ❞    it's    not    necessarily    true,    though.    they'd    been    fairly    antagonistic    toward    each    other    at    the    begin    of    their    partnership.    he'd    made    snippy    comments    back    when    she    snapped    at    him,    he'd    once    told    her    that    he    was    not    going    to    let    her    go    home    with    ej.    that    she    shouldn't    underestimate    him    and    she    knew    better...    the    commanding    way    he'd    been.    it    had    been    hot,    admittedly,    but    she    had    wanted    to    hate    him    so    badly    back    then.            

❝    i    wish    you    would    stop    calling    me    baby    and    princess    and    just    use    my    name,    and    stop    telling    me    you    care    about    me,    and    you    aren't    hooking    up    with    any    at    the    rink    because    you    only    have    enough    focus    for    me    and    our    partnership.    i    hate    it.    i    don't    mean    anything    to    you    and    that    was    made    perfectly    clear    years    ago.    ❞    the    words    flow    out    of    her    like    a    waterfall,    and    it's    easy    to    see    the    way    her    shoulders    begin    to    shake    —    whether    with    impending    tears    or    rage    is    yet    to    be    seen.    she    isn't    sure    she    can    handle    being    pulled    back    in    by    ricky    bowen.    not    when    she's    already    given    so    much    of    her    heart    to    him    and    had    it    handed    back    in    tiny    little    pieces.    

❝    i    know    you    don't    care    and    that's    perfectly    fine.    you    can    stop    pretending.    it's    not    like    i've    forgotten.    ❞

@melodyplucked

[morelike-bi-light]

i wanna talk to u so bad like normally but i feel like the phantom of the opera taking off my mask or something

i can tell you right now that the worst case scenario is that we chat for a bit and then the chemistry fizzles out and we continue being chill tumblr acquaintances, and best case scenario is that everything goes great and eventually uhhh idk we fall in love live together and have cats and talk about gay monsters while we make breakfast? and most likely split the difference!

no pressure either way btw if u dont feel comfortable, but you’re great and i’d be SO down to hang out now that i can talk to people like a person fhfhajhfs

[eufezco]

this is just some random scenario with Steve that came to my mind 🫡

Your mom left for the weekend, so you and your brother Dustin thought it would be a great idea to tell Steve to come over. He was a good friend of you two and he could rent movies for free on Family Video so even better. You opened the door for him, the boy smiling at you, and your legs immediately turning into jelly. You talked to him while Dustin ordered the dinner, and then, you sat on the couch, Steve being in between you and your brother which you thanked because if the movie was too scary you would have a reason to snuggle in Steve's arms. You weren't a big fan of horror movies, much less now since you were already barely sleeping at night. During the movie, Steve threw his arm over your shoulders in a very smooth move so your brother won't notice. Unfortunately, Dustin did notice and gave you two a deadly look, making you and Steve separate.

The movie was scary but not as terrifying as you thought it would be. "I think I'm going to sleep." You announced when the movie finished. You wanted to stay with them and spend some time hearing Steve's stupid work stories, but you also wanted to sleep before they did. It made you feel safer knowing that they both were awake in case something happened. Steve said good night to you with a small smile on his face, thinking about how much he would have loved for you to stay with them a little bit longer.

You walked to your brother's room through the dark hallway of your house, almost running wanting to get where the two boys were sleeping as soon as possible. This terrible nightmare has been haunting you for the past few nights but this time it seemed and felt more real. When you woke up in the middle of the night, you were covered in sweat, paralyzed, feeling your chest going up and down so fast you were starting to feel dizzy. In the middle of all this, you managed to get to your brother's room, thanking the door for not cracking and waking up the two boys. You approached Steve, who was sleeping on a mattress on the floor next to your brother's bed, messy hair covering his face and curled up in the blankets, you almost felt bad for having to wake him up. "Steve?" You murmured and moved him carefully. He hummed in response, probably thinking he was dreaming and turning his back to you. You called his name again shaking him a little more violently this time. You were checking that Dustin was still asleep when Steve finally opened his eyes, rubbing the confusion out of them. "Can you come and sleep with me?" A sleepy Steve nodded. If he was honest, he didn't understand what you just said but he did hear "sleep" and "me", so he was in.

You both got out of Dustin's room. "Are you okay?" He asked you, rubbing his eyes again and passing his hands through his hair. You nodded getting into your bed as you moved and waited for him to lay down with you. "Are you sure?" Steve knew you were lying because he has seen how closely you have walked from him to your room, he could say you were even hiding behind him. He laid down by your side as you both turned to look into each other faces. "I'm scared." You felt ridiculous making that confession. He analyzed your face thanks to the light that came through your window. "Is it because of the movie?" You shook your head. His voice was soft, letting you know that he wasn't judging you. So there's something else, Steve thought. He caressed your cheek, trying to comfort you. "Try to sleep. I will be here, if you need anything just-" You kissed him. Your quivering lips against his firm ones. "Oh, shit." He murmured, you were gonna apologize when Steve smacked his lips to yours.

It was dark and the only thing you could think of was how good Steve's lips felt moving against yours. One of his arms on your neck getting you even closer to him and one of your hands in his hair and your other one resting on his chest. Steve provided your face with little kisses until you both fell asleep, your head still resting on his chest and his arms hugging you tightly. The next morning, Dustin woke up thinking his friend left early for work. Mike and Lucas, arrived at the house ready to go to their Hellfire reunion with Eddie Munson. Before leaving, Dustin decided to check up on you because you never sleep that late and he discovered something he would rather not have seen.

Dustin closed the door again, informing you in a shout that he and Lucas, and Mike were leaving. You and Steve bursted out laughing. You sat on the edge of the bed. "Oh god, what am I gonna tell him now?" You couldn't stop laughing while you thought about the weird conversation that awaited you with your brother later. "Just tell him the truth, we did nothing wrong." Steve whined and hid his face in the crook of your neck, wanting to spend the rest of the morning with you. "Should I tell my brother that I made out with his best friend?" You scaped Steve to look at him in the eyes. "I'm your friend too." You raised your eyebrows. Did that really sound better to him? He thought about it and how awkward that was. "Never mind." Steve hugged you and made you lay down on the bed again. However, you didn't complain. It was the first night you had slept so well since you couldn't remember when and it was also the first time you've kissed Steve, the tension between you two finally snapping into a sweet kiss.

"I have to go now." Steve kissed your forehead as you curled up in your bed and hummed in response to the touch of his lips on your skin. It's been only one night yet your bed felt so empty without him. "I'll see you later." He assured you that you didn't need to get up, he could get to the door by himself since you seemed like you were about to fall asleep again and Steve wanted you to rest. When you were left alone in your room, you heard that ticking sound again. A shiver running down your spine, giving you goosebumps and making you think you were going crazy. You quickly got up from the bed and looked through your window to see if Steve was still around when instead of his car, you saw that big clock again.

[carlsainz]

Plz imagine like getting scared of knies and sitting rlly far away from him in the car because he like was like being really rough during a game and u never saw that side of him this dude would be 😟☹️

you've never seen him being that rough on the ice since you met him. never. that's why you stood up as soon as you heard the buzzer and went straight to his car, only telling his mom where you were going. his parents were in town and you were having dinner right after the game but you didn't know if you can take it. fishing his car keys from your purse, you opened the door and sat behind the steering wheel waiting for him. it hurts you to think that, but you're scared of your boyfriend for the first time.

meanwhile, matthew was really happy since he scored twice and you and his parents were there to see that. getting out of the locker room, he started looking for you, but could only find his parents, bearing proud smiles. after receiving their hugs and compliments, he asked where you were and his mom said you were waiting for him in the car.

after saying goodbye, he went straight to his car, excited to see you. however, when he opened the passenger door, he felt something was off.

"what's wrong, babe?"

"nothing," you responded, not even looking at his face.

"please tell me what's wrong so i can help you," he said, putting a hand on your thigh, but he felt you tensing under his touch so he just retreated his hand. "did someone lay a finger on you during the game?"

"that's not it, i- i just," you were struggling with your words. "you were just so rough in the ice today and i-"

"are you," he stopped. "are you afraid of me?"

"i'm sorry matty, i just never saw you like that," you admitted, side eyeing him to see his reaction.

he was just looking at his hands and you spent some minutes in silence. when you looked at his face, he looked hurt and concerned. you waited and waited until he broke the silence.

"you know i would never ever ever raise my hand against you, right?" his voice was low.

"i know."

"so why are you afraid?"

"because i've never seen you like that. i know you're a physical player but that was really scary."

he turned a little in his seat to face you and the look in his eyes made you want to cry because he looked so hurt.

"princess i am really sorry if i scared you, that was never my intention and i promise it won't happen again. i just need you to understand that i would never be like that with you, i can guarantee," he said looking directly into your eyes. "do you understand me?"

"yes matty, i'm sorry."

"no, don't apologize, you didn't do anything, we're fine," he tried to smile.

you just looked at him, reaching out your hand and he intertwined your fingers together, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb.

"are we alright?"

"yes we are. also, congrats for your goals bubba, i'm so proud of you," you said, reaching your other hand to run your fingers through his damp hair.

"thanks princess, they were for you," he said, closing his eyes. "do you still want to have dinner with my parents?"

"god i completely forgot. do you want to go?"

"not really, i just want to go home and cuddle with you and then fall asleep," he responded.

"do you think they'll be mad at us?"

"no, i'll say i'm just tired."

"matty?"

"yeah?" he looked at you.

"i love you."

"tiež ťa milujem (i love you too)"

he kissed the back of your hand and called his parents. they understood and you just drove home and for the rest of the night, it was just you and matthew cuddling in the dark while he whispered sweet nothings to you until both of you fell asleep.

it's blurb night!

[hauntedwitch04]

Fluffy Friday

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Request open on Thursday and Friday

"Your hair is really soft after you wash it."

 "Ssh. Stop fussing. I'm just braiding your hair."

"You smell really nice."

"Would it be all right if I borrowed your sweater? It smells like you."

"I might have slept with your robe when you were gone.”

 "If you steal the blankets, I am going to put my cold feet on you."

 "Here, let's share the blanket."

"You're comfy."

"You are my new pillow."

"You are very endearing when you are half-asleep."

"But I want to hear you sing." 

"We can talk over dinner."

"Don't be stubborn. Try it!" 

 "Don't get up - I'll do it."

"Will you let me rub your back?"

"Care to give me a back scratch?"

"Star-gazing was a good idea."

"You look beautiful/handsome in the moonlight.”

"I'll always be here for you."

"I'll be here to protect you."

"I think I love you." 

"You are my love."

"How about something warm? It will help you sleep." 

"It's okay. I couldn't sleep anyway."

 "Don't be silly. I want to stay up with you."

"It is not morning yet."

"Shush and go back to bed.” 

"I heard you talking in your sleep."

"Your bed head is really cute." 

"We'll do dishes together."

 "How about a kiss?"

"I love your hugs."

"I like the way your hand fits in mine."

"You have something in your hair, umm... Do you want me to get it out?"

"It's nice that your voice was the first thing I heard today!" 

"You can call me whenever you want... Even if you don't have a reason to."

"I'm bad at texting first, so I always end up hoping you will."

"This movie is really scary, but you're into it so I'm trying not to cover my face the whole time, but- WHAT IS THAT?"

"Wait, don't pull away... Not yet." 

"You look really cute in that sweater."

"Half the time I get too embarrassed to say anything."

"No, it's fine. I can wait until you're done talking to them."

"No, like.... It's just, I can't believe you're actually wearing my clothes." 

"You're a big piece of inspiration for this, honestly."

"God, you always make me blush so damn much." 

"I've been trying to get ready for like an hour and a half, because I know you're going to look so good and I need to try and match up."

"Would it be too cliche if we matched clothes a little?"

"First second I saw you and I couldn't get over how beautiful you were." 

"I wanted to say "I love you" for the first time without stuttering, but that failed." 

"Could you hold my hand?"

"You can't leave without letting me hug you first."

"I really love holding you, darling." 

"That pet name was so gushy, but it was also so cute."

"Aw, you're blushing like a rose." 

"Your lips are really warm."

"I can't get over how a few months ago I wanted to learn your name and now you're having breakfast with me in my sweater."

"No, mom, don't tell him/her I said that about him/her!"

"My friends get so annoyed by how much I talk about how sometimes."

 "Wanna, like- I mean, if you're not busy... We could get lunch? Or even just coffee if you don't have a lot of time?" 

"Wow, I didn't think you could make me smile this big."

"You don't need to leave so soon." 

"You look so comfy, and cuddle-able."

"Quit smiling at me, I can't stop messing up my sentences when you look at me like that."

[laskyy]

Hey guys! So today (October 6th) is my bestie's (@newkyumilk) bday! And since it's already the 7th of October (Jiung's bday) in korea I decided to post this imagine as a present for my bestie and as a birthday special to Jiung! I really hope you enjoy this 💖💖💖

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Memories

Tw: Kissing, crying, mentions of trains (let me know if I missed something)

Genre: fluff

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Friends come and go, was what everyone always said and you didn't really believe them until you completely lost touch with your childhood best friend, Jiung.

You and Jiung had met when you were both only 5, your parents were good friends so it was only natural for you two to hang out when they hung out.

Jiung had seen all of your awkward phases, and he stuck with you through all of them, well that is until he moved cities without even telling you and that always made you think if you did something wrong or if he didn't want to hurt you.

That was 3 years ago, now you were a college student and you were very focused on your future, wanting to excell so you could have the life you always wanted.

You were very tired from all of the assignements, but you could finally rest as your college would give students a small two week break, and honestly it was just what you needed to relax.

You and your parents had planned to visit some friends in another city, but you didn't bother asking who they were, you just wanted a little get away.

"Honey, do you have everything packed?" Your mom asked as you went down the stairs of your house into the living room where your parents were waiting.

"Yes, I double checked everything!" You said as you reached the living room and sighed.

"You're gonna love these few days I promise!" Your dad said as opened the door for you and your mom.

"I'm sure I will, I really need to rest! I hope your friends are calm people!" But instead of answering, your parents just stared at each other with knowing smiles as they exited your house and locked the door.

You guys headed for the train station and in your mind was only the thought of how th house was gonna be and who were the friends you were gonna be visiting.

All those thought came to a halt when your mom called you to get on the train as it had already arrived.

You got on the train and let your mind run wild. Train rides brought you a certain nostalgia, because you used to ride the train with your childhood bestriend Jiung all the time.

But well, now that he wasn't here you couldn't hope for it to happen again. And besides that he just left you with no trace.

"Honey, hey, sorry to interrupt your thought, but I just wanted to tell you that we're almost there!" Your dad said as he gave you a small smile.

"Ok dad, thanks for telling me." You answered as you looked out the window and saw a field of flower. More specifically one that reminded you of your childhood with Jiung.

Flashback

You and Jiung were 10 years old and were just playing hide and seek in a field of flowers, somewhere you'd go to after school every friday.

"I'm coming!" Jiung said as he tried to look for you as you were hidden behind a bush. You were hoping he'd take longer finding you but he found you with no time.

"Got you!" He said as he laughed cutely and you looked at him laughing as well. "How are you so good at this?" You asked as you both sat down in the grass.

"I played a lot with my cousin last summer, so you better watch out." He said as he tried to look scary, but you just laughed.

You stood there looking at the field when you spotted a beautiful sunflower. "Look Jiung, how beautiful is that?" "It's very pretty! Wait a little bit!" He said as he stood up and disappeared for a few minutes, and when you were about to look for him he appeared with a flower crown made of sunflower and put it on top of your head. "There, now the flower is wearing flowers!" Jiung said as he giggled and booped your nose.

End of flashback

You were already tearing up at the sweet memory when you mom tapped your shoulder for you to exit the train with your parents.

This place looked oddly familiar, but you couldn't wrap your head around where you've seen it, so you decided to wait until you reached the house you were staying at to try and ask someone.

You arrived at the house and as soon as your parents knocked the door opened revealing a couple around your parents' age who welcomed you sweetly.

"And you must be their Child! You're so pretty!" The lady said as she pulled you in a hug.

"I'm sure you'd love to meet my son! He's around your age! TAEYANG!" She yelled with full force. And Taeyang? You were sure you knew someone named like that, but who?

The boy came down stairs and immediately recognized you as he hugged you and told his and your parents that he was going with you to his room.

"Hey! You remember me right? I'm Taeyang, Jiung's cousin!" So that's why you knew him.

"Oh! I do remember you! How are you? I haven't seen you in so long!" You said as you tried to get the conversation going.

"I'm great! Even better now that I'm seeing you! You've grown!" He said with a smile. You both kept talking for a while until he mention Jiung.

"So you're probably wondering why Jiung hasn't beeb talking to you or why he didn't tell you anything about the reason he was moving right?" He asked as he looked at you with his doe eyes.

"Well, yeah, but he probably wanted to cut me off no?" You asked as if it was obvious.

"Do you really think he'd do that? No, he's not like that, he didn't tell you anything, because he knew he wouldn't be strong enough to not break down when he saw you! It wasn't his best decision, but well it's done right?" He said with a conforting smile.

"I appreciate the information Tae, but why are you telling me all of this?" You asked as you were genuinely curious about this random outburst about his cousin.

"Well, I knew you were coming and I also knew about his situation, so I may or may not have invited him over for you guys to talk." He said so fast that if you weren't so invested in this you wouldn't have caught a word he said.

"You what? I haven't talked to him in over 3 years! Tae it's going to be awkward!" You said sounding desperate.

"Calm down! Everything is going to go well! And he hasn't changed! He's still the same as he was when he lived near you! The only difference is that he lives near me now!" Taeyang said in hopes to comfort you.

A few hours had passed and you heard the doorbell ring.

"Oh my god, Tae it's him!" You said as you nervously paced around the room.

"Calm down things are going to go well I promise! And he's gonna come up stairs. If you need anything shout, I'm going to be in the living room!" Tae said as he exited the room to invite Jiung inside.

You were a nervous wreck, but you were still curious about how Jiung would look now, probably more mature was your guess, and as he entered the room you realized your guess was absolutely right.

"Y/n" Jiung said as he ran in your direction and picked you up in his arms. You were so overwhelmed you started crying and you didn't miss the fact that Jiung also shed a few tears of his own.

"I missed you so much!" Jiung said as he let you down on the floor to look at you.

"I missed you too, but why did you avoid me? Why did you hide everything from me?" Although Taeyang had already given you the answer you still wanted to hear the answer from him.

"I was stupid and I didn't tell you because I knew that if I told you I wouldn't be strong enough to actually move, it would be harder so I thought it would be the best for the both of us, But I was so wrong! I missed you everyday!" He said with glossy eyes.

"Oh Jiung I missed you too!" You said as you teared up again and wrapped you arms around him.

When you guys both calmed down you went to the living room where Taeyang was staying.

"So are you guys ok? Are you friends again? Something more?" Taeyang asked as he said the last part softly so only Jiung would hear.

"Yes we're good now! But Me and Y/n are going for a walk, we'll be back before dinner." Jiung announced as you both went out of the door.

You were just catching up while walking until Jiung stopped at the flower field you'd seen while in the train.

"Wanna know something? I came here everytime I missed you badly, because this flower field really looks like the one next to your house!" Jiung admitted as he mitioned for you to come with him.

"Actually, when I was in train I saw this field through the window and I thought back to us playing hide and seek and that one time you made that flower crown for me." You said shyly as you weren't playing attention to Jiung's actions, but when you saw him again you noticed him walking towards you with a sunflower crown.

"Jiung, that's so cute!" You said as he put it on your head the same way he did when you were kids.

"Now the flower is wearing flowers!" He said just like before as he booped you nose.

"Oh my god, I miss when we were kids!" You said as Jiung sat down next to you.

"Yeah, I also miss living next to you! I was so sad my mom got a promotion, I just wanted to live near you!" He said as he scooted closer to you.

"Maybe in the future we'll be able to live close!" You said as the both of you moved backwards to rest your backs against a tree.

"Yeah maybe!" Jiung said as he gave you a knowing smile.

"Ok, I've been keeping this in for like 5 years so I need to let it out!" Jiung exclaimed.

"Go ahead Ji!" You said calmly.

"I like you, well, that's a lie. I love you in a romantic way. And honestly it's okay if you don't feel the same I just needed to tell you!" Jiung said as he was now blushing furiously and you think you were too.

"I actually love you too Jiung. I have since a few years now. And when you left I was so heartbroken, because I thought I'd never see you again." You confessed while looking straight in his eyes.

"But now I'm here and we could do something about these feelings, that is if you want to of course." He said shyly.

"I'd love to, but we're gonna have to do a long distance relationship." You said sadly.

"And what if I tell you we don't?" He said in a questioning way.

"What do you mean? We live quite far from each other." You said while confusion was written all over your face.

"I'm moving again! My mom found a stable job back in your city! We're gonna be able to meet everyday almost all the time!" He said and as he finished his sentence you threw yourself in his arms.

"Jiung that's literally the best thing you could've told me! I love you so much!" You said as you hugged him tighter and felt him kiss your head gently.

"I love you too, so much, you have no idea." He said as he looked deep in your eyes, grabbed your cheek gently and leaned in to kiss you, but before he could reach your lips he lifted his eyebrows as a way to ask for permission to which you granted by nodding and Jiung then kissed you softly.

You guys broke apart after a few seconds to make eye contact and you smiled sweetly at each other, a smile that showed your feelings for one another completely.

"I love you." You said as you smiled at Jiung.

"I love you too." Jiung said as he smiled and leaned in to kiss you again.

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I hope you guys enjoyed it! Specially my bestie, my first Tumblr friend @newkyumilk! Everyone go wish her a happy birthday! And In Korea it's already Jiung day, so happy birthday to our hardworking Jiung 💖💖💖

Have a great day/afternoon/night! I love you 💖💖💖

[lepusrufus]

Double edged scalpel ch.10

Ch1 ch2 ch3 ch4 ch5 ch6 ch7 ch8 ch9

Summary: scary moms are scary

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Nicole stilled.

Moms.

Well this just got a million times worse.

Surprisingly enough, Nicole could count on her fingers the times she had crossed paths with either of the Ladies. Lady Dimitrescu was often busy and not bothering with the staff. Most things that needed communicated went through the Steward. Mistress Esteria was, as some would call her, a ghost. She preferred her solitude or time with family so it wasn't unheard of for new staff members to take months before they even see her around the castle. Paired with Nicole's job that had her in the dungeons almost all the time, she never got an actual introduction to either of them.

Not that she complained. It didn't take a genius to realize that both women were to be feared.

I think I'd like to bleed out now.

"What about?" Her voice was barely audible, due to fear or pain was anyone's guess.

"... I don't know." Cassandra's quiet voice mimicked her own.

"Should I assume it is about your um… choice of partners?"

The realization that, to anyone outside Cassandra, she was little more than a maid turned butcher hit Nicole almost as much as the bullet that until not long ago was wedged into her flesh. Would they forbid Cassandra from seeing her? Or perhaps decide that Nicole has committed an unspeakable offense to their family and punish her? She gulped and Cassandra's reply wasn't of much help either.

"I don't know," she repeated.

Nicole sighed, a slow drawn out exhale, all too aware of the pain it would cause otherwise. "When?"

"Soon. They told me to let them know when you wake up."

Nicole just nodded and laid back into the cushions. May as well be comfortable before facing death. But Cassandra didn't move. Instead, she interlocked their fingers and brought Nicole's hand to her lips, leaving a kiss on bony knuckles. They stayed like that, silently, for a full minute before Cassandra got up and, with a be right back, exited the room.

Left alone, Nicole looked down at herself once more. To say she looked awful was an understatement. Definitely not going to rely on appearance to make a good impression. The painkiller was also yet to do its job and any movement still shot jolts of pain through her body. Wonderful.

It wasn't long before the door opened again and Cassandra came in followed by Lady Dimitrescu, her trademark hat making her look even taller and more intimidating than she already was. Immediately behind, Mistress Esteria took light steps, her long white hair flowing behind her like a silky mantle.

They looked so in contrast with each other, and it went beyond the almost opposite color schemes. While the Lady had the expression of a mother about to scold her child for carelessly running up the stairs and scraping a knee, the Mistress looked about to take out the bandaids. Her eyes, blue and gray, looked at her with something akin to kindness.

"What's your name dear?"

God her voice sounded like rivers deep in the forest. Flowing and ancient and just as powerful as she probably was.

"Nicole," she gulped.

The Mistress came to a stop right by the bed, tall frame bending down and grabbing Nicole's chin between two fingers. She moved her head from one side to the other and hummed.

"My my, what a pretty face. You've always had quite the taste in women, love." She looked at Cassandra who only nodded stiffly.

Then, she was up again and moving towards the other matriarch, who by now was sitting in an armchair. The Mistress leaned on the armrest, opting to ignore the many other places to sit and Nicole had to wonder for a moment if they were the clingy type. What an oddly human trait.

A long drag of a cigarette was drawn out before golden eyes finally fell on Nicole and the Lady spoke.

"I was actually surprised to learn about how… deeply Cassandra cares about you. To actually come to me and ask for help saving your life." She narrowed her eyes slightly, just enough for it to be a clear warning. "I sure hope such kindness was not wasted on you."

Sensing where this conversation was going, Nicole groaned internally. Of all things, she would rather not have the break my daughter's heart and I'll break your legs conversation with Cassandra's mothers while a damn hole in her abdomen was still sending waves of pain through her body if she didn't move just right. In her defense, the painkiller was yet to kick in and there's only so much holding her tongue she can do while in pain.

"With all due respect my Ladies, I'd rather throw myself off the highest tower in this castle than pretend to love Cassandra. Have you met her."

That got a snort from the brunette, who quickly masked it with a cough. The Mistress however laughed. A melodic laugh that, in another situation, would be the most soothing thing.

"Oh dear. While the reassurance is appreciated, we do trust Cassandra's judgement."

"For the most part," Lady Dimitrescu added, eyes still narrowed.

"And we would love to have you for dinner soon," the Mistress went on, ignoring the small glare from her wife.

Another drag of the cigarette. "Well anyways. We didn't come here for a welcoming party. We'd like to make you a proposal."

Judging by Cassandra's furrowed brows, she probably knew as little about this as Nicole did. A proposal from Lady Dimitrescu could either be wonderful news or a death sentence. She couldn't help a gulp when the Lady continued.

"Contrary to popular belief, I do care about my staff. At least those who prove themselves useful." The cigarette was finally done and now Nicole had the luck of having her full attention. "And, as you may have guessed, medical training is not particularly common around here. I do happen to want a castle physician, a position that could be filled by someone skilled that also has a good reason to do a good job and be loyal to my family."

Wait what-

Nicole blinked in confusion, an expression mimicked by Cassandra. Did she mean…?

Lady Dimitrescu raised an eyebrow. "Do you accept?"

"Y- yes." The words spilled from her mouth without a second thought. And why would she have second thoughts after all?

Lady Dimitrescu watched her for a long moment. Then, when she seemed pleased with her findings, she rose to her feet.

"Very well. We will discuss the technicalities once you're in a better state. Now try not to bleed out before you even start your job. And," she sighed, "you are expected at dinner as soon as you're able to join us."

The last part caused her wife's lips to turn into a warm smile. The Lady simply turned around and ducked out of the room while Mistress Esteria lingered by Cassandra. She whispered something only the brunette could hear and then leaned in to kiss her forehead. The Mistress had a couple inches on Cassandra, which meant she was towering over Nicole. Then, with a smile in her direction, she too was out of the room, leaving only the two of them to stare at the door in disbelief.

"Well that went… well."

"Oh for the love of Mother Miranda," Cassandra sighed in relief, hands running through her hair.

Her shoulders lost their tension when she came to sit by Nicole's side, a smile now present on thin black lips.

"Your mothers seem… lovely women."

"Shut up you were scared shitless."

There goes Nicole's attempt at being polite. Not that Cassandra was wrong by all means, but part of her wanted to be on good terms with her lover's family. Maybe it was simply due to her relationship with the brunette, maybe it was due to how her own family never seemed to care much for each other. Not the way the Dimitrescus did, despite how they were seen as monsters by most outside eyes. She didn't let herself dwell on it, instead she took one of Cassandra's hands and started to play with slender fingers.

"Are you hungry? I can ask Cynthia to fix something for you."

Nicole smiled at the effort to make her feel better. She would never get tired of seeing Cassandra's caring and gentle side, especially when she knew how ruthless she could be otherwise.

"In a bit. I'm waiting for the painkiller to fully kick in so I can actually sit up."

Cassandra nodded and looked to the side, seemingly lost in some kind of thought. Nicole wanted to ask what got the brunette pensive all of a sudden, but before she could, golden eyes snapped back to her.

"Also. Don't you dare jump in front of a bullet for me ever again. It wouldn't have hurt me anywhere near as much as it hurt you."

There was a subtle growl in her voice that would have scared any other person. But Nicole recognized how the anger was just veiled worry at how much worse their situation could’ve gotten.

"Sorry. I just saw him with the gun and panicked." There was a reason she didn't pursue her father's idea of becoming a surgeon after all, and pissing him off was only part of it. "And I'm glad you didn't get hurt at all."

Cassandra narrowed her eyes, but her expression quickly softened. The big bad sadist couldn’t stay mad at her lover and Nicole almost teased her about it, but a gloved hand slowly caressing her cheek stopped her.

“I’m just happy you’re alive.”

[jaesvelvet]

aparecium — takata mashiho

warnings: grammartical errors

words: 1.8k words

pairing: hufflepuff headboy mashiho! + fem reader

notes: this is my first hogwarts imagine of treasure.... i hope you guys enjoy this!!!

You quickly close your thick black book as Professor Flitwick walks towards your table, hiding the book under the table, and practices the charms he has been taught for that day.

"Give it a flick, Y/N" Professor Flitwick said

"Ascendio" you point to the feather in front of you, lifting it.

Professor Flitwick nods, murmuring a good job to you before passing through you.

You sigh in relief the professor is cool unlike Professor Snape, he surely will take the books and read what you've been writing on in front of the class.

"Mashi! Help me" you look up to the person who calls Mashi or Mashiho. You smile as the boy in the yellow tie helps the boy with their spell. You head over heels towards the head boy of the Hufflepuff, in your eyes, he is like Ron Weasley to your Hermione Granger.

Mashiho is boyfriend material, he is head boy, teacher's pet, he is the seeker in Quidditch, and one of the students who take NEWT. Everyone knows it is hard to study for NEWT, and yet this boy takes the NEWT like it's nothing to him, nobody has ever seen him struggle studying NEWT. He is indeed Hermione number 2.

"Okay, class dismissed, for those who take NEWT, there's only a month left since your examination, I hope you are all prepared and of course you welcome to my office if you need any help" Professor Flitwick announce class about NEWT making you sigh. Yes, you are one of the students who take NEWT, at first you want to take O.W.L instead of NEWT but your mom said it will be great if you try to take the exam, and here you are struggling to get a good grade for your final year in Hogwarts.

You left the class and walk towards the library, it is your free time, you are willing to study for the upcoming exam than joining your friend watching Quidditch training.

You enter the library, feeling calm by the silence, you making your way to the potion section to study more about potions that you need to do on your examination soon.

You frown as you see the book you've been searching for is on the top of the shelf, you tiptoe to reach the shelf, but who are we kidding here? The top shelf is too high for you like in a usual k-drama scene, someone grabs the book you make you turn around, eyes getting bigger when you realized the person that helps you.

"Mashi?"

"You know, it's your last year in Hogwarts, why don’t you just cast Wingardium Leviosa?" he asks, handing you the book while showing you his sly smile

"Uh, we can't depend on everything on magic you know?" you answer

"I see, you're an independent girl," he said making you blush, you also didn't know why you're blushing at his word? Perhaps he talking to you while being this close making you shy?

"Uh, thanks? I guess?"

Mashiho laughs at your awkwardness

"You take NEWT too right? Why don't we study together?" he offers.

Now your brain is malfunctioning. Mashiho offers you to study together?? Is this not a dream? You mentally slap yourself and look at him again

"Sure, what do you want to study?" you ask

"Potion. I need to pass if I don't want to see Professor Snape's face again" he said making you chuckle, a teacher's pet tattle behind them? Impressive.

"Yeah me too," you said and he leads you to his usual spot.

“So Y/N tell me why you take NEWT?” he asks. You raised your brow to him, did he just... Underestimate you?

“Uh, don’t misconstrue my words. I'm just curious since almost all students at Hogwarts refuse to take NEWT and you take– you know what? Just ignore my question” he said, his face turns slightly red making you smile, you can’t be mad at him for too long, he is so cute! You just wanna pinch his cheek.

“Well my mom made me, and I thought it’s not hurt to give it a try” you answers

“Well, your parents must be proud of you for study hard, I admit this exam is so hard I felt like crying when I study the same chapter again and again,” he said

You are surprised to see he is openly sharing his thought with you, well you’re not that close with him and even his friends doesn’t know he is struggling to get a good grade.

“I heard a rumor that you never struggle at study but I guess it’s all wrong then”

“Well, I don’t think showing my struggle changes anything? I don’t even know who’s spread all the news, why don’t they just minding their own business?” he whines

“Yeah, true” you replied, and focusing on your book, but in your head, you already screaming at the top of your lungs because Mashiho is so cute when focusing on something. You were surprised you didn’t explode at this point.

+.*

A week passes since you and Mashiho’s studying together in the library, it was a good day because after that he offers you to eat dinner together with him. You couldn’t stop thinking about that day if only there's a spell to freeze time.

Secretly bringing out your thick black book, you open to the blank space and writes something on the page using invisible ink. There’s one thing you like about magic, you can do whatever you want without others knowing.

“Oi” your friend whispers to you, scrunching her face seeing you doing something else instead of brewing a potion

“What?” you whisper back, your hands still jotting something on the book

“Snape will kill you if he saw you do something else, you fool!” she slaps your hand, you roll your eyes, you didn’t prefer to study now because since morning you have class nonstop. You can't take it anymore all you need now is rest or a hot bath.

“Ugh fine,” you said and put your book above some random book.

A sigh comes out from your mouth and continues to brew your veritaserum— the truth serum for your NEWT, you lazily stir the potion that looks like water, you wonder if someone drinks a drop of this potion how much truth will they spill out? Since Professor Snape said that 3 drops of this serum are enough to make a person reveals their deepest secret, this potion is scary no wonder the process is difficult.

You heard a laugh from across your table making you look up, your exhausted body feels recharged by his laugh. Mashiho’s laugh, you smile seeing him joking around with his friends which later being scolded by Professor Snape, he noticed you look at him and wink at you.

You feel like time stop for a moment, did he just wink at you? Gosh, he really driving you crazy.

You break the gaze and focusing on your potion, frustrated by his wink.

Minutes later, Snape dismissed the class and Mashiho walks towards you

Why? Why is he coming here? You thought

“Y/N, you free this evening?” he asks

You slowly nod your head, although you don’t want to go anywhere and rather spent your day in your dorm, you still nod to his question like hypnotized by his gaze.

“Cool, so do you want to study together again? You great at potions, really” Mashiho said

You blushing. Again. You thought he must think you a fool, blushing for no reason.

“Ah yes I would love to!” you said

“So, I meet you at 5, in the library?”

“5 it is” you answers and take your books while smiling at him.

+.*

Your chest becomes tight as it becomes hard to breathe, you wander around your dorm, as you realized you take the wrong book! This black book on your bed is not yours. It fills with some charms and potions notes. Your book is empty— well not empty, it’s just written in invisible ink. But still, you feel nervous if someone cast an aparecium spell on it, which is a spell to reveal secret messages that are written with invisible ink.

You take the book and run towards the potion class, hoping the book will be at the last place you put it.

“Professor Snape” you pants, holding on your chest catching on your breathing.

“What did you want L/N?” he asks in a monotonous tone

“Did you see my black book here?” you ask

“Is your responsibility to take care of your things L/N. There’s nothing here” he said sternly

You mentally roll your eyes at him, he could say no and you don’t waste your time here and search for your book.

“Alright, thank you, professor,” you said and your looks at your watch it was already 5 pm.

“Oh shoot, Mashi must be waiting for me,” you said and running again to the library.

You assume you will die anytime soon if you keep running like this, you enter the library and catching your breath before approaching Mashiho at his usual place.

“Hey” he frowns when he sees your forehead cover with sweat.

“Did you run?” he asks

“Uh yes, I’m afraid if I'm late,” you said and wipe your sweat using your sleeve

Mashiho let out a chuckle

“I don’t mind waiting, you shouldn't run you could fall,” he said

You smile at him, you could feel butterflies in your stomach. How is he even real?

“Oh, before we start– um I think we exchanged books at potion earlier” he hands you the black book that you have been searching this entire evening

“Oh my, you’re life savior— wait how did you know this is my book?” you raise one brow to him, you didn’t write your name in this book unless...

“I’m sorry I didn't mean to cast that spell but I need to know who's this book belongs to! And when I saw my name on the first page I couldn't help myself but read...” he said, you could see guilty in his eyes

“I- I'm sorry, you just think that I'm creepy right?” now you realized how creepy if someone writes an entire book about you without your consent.

“No, I appreciate you noticed my details when I play Quidditch. No one ever notices my strategy for Quidditch, you’re the first one” he cracks up.

“Oh..” that’s the only words you could say, well the atmosphere is awkward right now!?!?

“Did you like me that much, Y/N?” he tease you

“Based on the book, it will be a lie if I said no,” you said

“Well, don’t worry because I like you too. I didn’t know how to approach you at first but luckily you can’t reach the top shelf” he said

You finally can look at him in his eyes. Well, this is one of the benefits to not use magic all the time, right?

[noyashighlight]

My little dove

Child!Suna x Mother!Reader

Warning: Angst, death.

A/n: was reading a manga and listening to “fourth of July” by Sufjan Stevens when I thought of this idea.

“ Could you at least try to make some time for your family? Rintarō and I miss you- yes I understand work is important but so is your fam- That asshole!! I can’t believe he just hung up on me. “ you huffed softly shoving your phone into your purse feeling defeated, not having a use for it anymore. It was a typical Wednesday currently as you and Rintarō rode in the back of a black Limo going to drop him off at daycare before going off to work. You had just gotten off the phone with the sorry excuse of a husband and father, the man being a total workaholic.

Rintarō opened his eyes widely hearing you curse for the first time in front of him. “ Mommy who were you on the phone with? Also, mommy what’s an asshole?” The innocent four-year-old said the curse word with such ease and purity, that no one could be upset with him. Scooping him up into your lap hugging him against your chest, he looked like a spitting image of his father but with bright eyes full of life. Your son was the best thing to have happened to you during this loveless marriage.

The boy's father had one goal from this marriage and it was to produce an heir for the family company who would take over once it was their time. You were a knowing pawn in this all, but at least you could keep the man you love close to you with this marriage. It was draining though not only being an emotional support for your child but also keeping your own mental health in check.

Smiling you peppered kisses his plump cheeks, he was the cutest child ever. “ My little dove, that’s a bad word that you shouldn’t say okay? You can never say curses or Santa is going to be upset with you.” If only you could have taken a picture of his face, mouth wide with shock. Other than you, Santa was the only person he looked up to. “ I was talking to your father..” you kept it short and sweet not wanting to trouble your child. Maybe it was cause he was getting older or just sharp in general he frowned at the mention of his dad.

“ I don’t like daddy, he’s scary!” He shouted shoving his head into your chest hiding as of his father was present. It shocked you that even your son felt his cold gaze. Even if you resented him you didn’t want Rin to feel upset with his father and never build a relationship. “ What do you mean you don’t like daddy? Don’t you have a good time when dad comes home and we go out to eat dinner?”

He rapidly shook his then pulled your face down so he could whisper in your ear, probably not wanting the driver to hear. “ No, I like it better when it’s just us Mommy when daddy is here you never smile or make me laugh! Daddy is always like this.” He made a face his eyes relaxing and no sign of emotion on his face, he looked like a carbon copy. 

To cover up your giggles you covered your mouth with your hands. Who knew your toddler could be so hilarious. At that moment the limo came to a stop indicating it was time for him to go. “ Well, my little dove we can have dinner together after I pick you up okay? If you’re extra good today I can sneak you a cookie before daddy tucks you in.” You kiss him on the head as the driver opens the door. Little Rintarō looked so adorable with his little backpack as he walked back to you while using his other hand to hold his teacher's hand.

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“ Why do you coddle him so much y/n? He’s not a baby anymore and needs to start growing up. You’re so insolent when it comes to your motherly duties!” A now six-year-old Suna heard his father's voice boom down the hallway, rubbing his eyes he slowly got out of bed to see the commotion. Peaking his head out of the hallway he sees you and his dad sitting at the table. You looking down at your lap, it was visible you were shaking from trying not to cry loudly. A site he was used to this his household, his father never yelled in front of Rin.

“ He’s not too old for his mother to love him! I’m just trying to be a good mom, what about you? Do you even know his favorite color or what kind of cereal he prefers. “ you fought back at least trying not to be a doormat anymore, it was fine if he wouldn’t love you but he wasn’t just going to treat your son like some stranger. Not wanting his parents to fight anymore he walked into the dining room holding his blanket that was the cause of this argument.

“ Daddy, why did you make mommy cry again?” The two adults froze in their actions hearing the soft voice, he walked over to you and hugged you even though you were sitting. Climbing into your lap he glared at his father. “ You’re a bad man daddy! You always make mommy sad, when mommy is sad I get sad.” Hearing your young child stand up for you made your heartache, he really was your anchor even though you were the parent.

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“ Mom why’d you come today?” Suna said raising his eyebrows as he got into the back of the limo, the now thirteen-year-old looked very handsome. Since he had gotten older it was rare for you to pick him up, but sadly you couldn’t make it to his volleyball game yesterday due to work so this was your way of making it up to him. You sometimes wondered if he got any of his genes on his outside appearance from you. “ Well, I thought you and I could get ice cream after school before we go have dinner with your dad.” You smiled smoothing out his hair, he leaned into your touch.

Your son smirked mischievous mirroring your smile, “ He’s gonna be pissed when he sees the driver took us to get ice cream before dinner. Why don’t we take a walk around the park to, make him wait a bit longer at the table.” Your husband had his hands full with you two being absolute trouble makers, he could never break the bond you two shared though it was his fault for his neglect.

Two hours later Rintarō received a call from his angry tell him that he’s been at the restaurant for over an hour. “ Sorry Sir, we’re on our way.” He held back his laughter. Rin never called his father in a loving tone anymore to him he was an empty shell of a dad. After getting off the phone you two look at each other bursting out in a laugh, soon quieting down feeling the sleepiness after eating all of that ice cream. Rin rested his head on your shoulder, your child was now taller than you and still growing.

“ Mom, can you sing that song, that you used to hum?” You thought he has fallen asleep he was silent for so long. The young male hasn’t asked you to sing in years, though you were happy to accept his request anyway. The song wasn’t a happy one but your soft voice made it a gentle lullaby.

“ Sitting at the bed with the halo at your head was it all a disguise, like Junior High. Where everything was fiction, future, and prediction. Now, where am I? My fading supply. Did you get enough love, my little dove? Why do you cry? And I'm sorry I left, but it was for the best though it never felt right. My little Versailles, Shall we look at the moon, my little loon. Why do you cry? Make the most of your life, while it is rife, while it is light.” His breathing slowed signaling to you he had fallen asleep, it would be a pain to wake him up when you guys arrived to the restaurant but for now it was peaceful.

Suddenly the limo tumbled, Suna’s eyes shot open feeling his body being thrown multiple times. As quick as it happened it had come to a stopped the limo feeling less spacious. His body ached feeling glasses shard pricking his back as now he was laughing on the window, the vehicle on its side. Looking up was you on top of him caging him in like you were shielding with your own body. “ Are you okay?” You croaked out, blood trickling down from the side of your mouth. You looked pale and almost lifeless but still kept a warm smile not wanting your precious child to panic. You caressed his cheek softly glad he only had a few scratches. You frowned a bit seeing him now crying. He must have been hurt.

“ Don’t cry my little dove, help will be here soon to get you out of this.” You cooed wiping the tears escaping his eyes. “They are going to get us both out of here right mom?” He cried out with pleading eyes seeing you turn paler as the minutes passed. How could you tell him the truth that you were going to make it? You kept eye contact with him not wanting him to look down, because if he did he would see you were being pierced by a sharp metal-like object. Just the sheer worry that your son needed help kept you going.

You nodded your head slowly with a sweet smile, “ Of course, we are going to be okay.” You started hearing the sirens in the distance, feeling relieved they weren’t going to take long seeing as you were running out of time. “ You were always a bad liar mom, always saying you’re okay when you aren’t. “ he saw right through you, why wouldn’t he after all he was your best friend and son.

Letting out a soft chuckle even though it hurt you pressed a kiss on his forehead, “ I love you my little dove, make sure the old man gets you all the ice cream you want after you get all patched up or give him hell.” It was time to go, the feeling left your legs long ago now your body was feeling more peaceful.

“ Mom please don’t go, you’re all I have! You can’t leave me in this world with the old geezer! Please mom just stay awake a little longer!” He sobbed uncontrollably as he felt your thump lifelessly on his chest, he hopes his loud cries and shouts would keep you awake just like when he was a child wanting your attention. He let out an agonizing scream hearing the ambulances park, not cause he was hurting from his injuries no because he had just lost the most important person to him in the world.

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Suna Rintarō’s eyes were cold and half-lidded as he stood at your funeral, the picture of you smiling staring back at him. He looked just like his father more than ever. Losing you meant he lost one of his reasons to smile, no one could replace the love of his mother.

“ Rin it’s time to go.” His father’s voice wasn’t so stern today, making Rintarō angry. His father didn’t have the right to be sad when he was one of the reasons you had cried so much. Well, he wasn’t going to take over this stupid company one day, remember how you would cheer him on to the games you would attend made his chest ache. Volleyball was his passion, he would succeed and make you proud no matter what.

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And I'm sorry I left, but it was for the best though it never felt right.....