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idol sugar mommy aeri with reader !!! (inspired by her recent ig post !!)

BLING BLING ˚₊‧꒰ა $ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ G!p Giselle x fem! reader

-`💳´- Being an idol who’s extremely successful with money loading in bank accounts was worth the pain and sacrifices in the past; the non-stop preparations for the public’s eye and endless concerts had the satisfying flickering of the green papers brushing against each other in stacks all worth it.

Oh, and the look of your adorable eyes shining in happiness is worth it too.

Heads-up: English’s not my first language so soz, sugar mommy Giselle, public(?) sex if fucking in a changing room is in that criteria, a bit rushed smut IM SORRY THIS MY SECOND EVER G!P.. and rushed ending, oh she has a mommy kink too. She’s a bit of a loser too. You both are and that’s okay x. Fluff too, Giselle’s so down bad.

🧾⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ It all started with you using K-pop as an internal escape from the stress of your two bare-minimum jobs, and it barely paid off all your needs including college.

Specifically, one girl group called Aespa. Their new hit ‘Girls’. Captivated by this mixed Japanese-Korean member, named Giselle, your little obsession occurred when startled by her viral red hair fan cam dancing to the song.

Oblivious to the extreme backlash received by haters and annoying K-netizens, your whole phone was filled to the brim to the point of Giselle.

Giselle wallpaper, Giselle home screen, Giselle profile picture, Giselle desktop screen, and you name it. Anything that came along with the beautiful woman that is free merch, you snatch it. Not that you were a solo stan, the opposite actually, you despised those species.

You loved all the members, maybe your bias was one percent higher although that was not the point. Rather, whenever you caught your subconscious having favoritism towards her from the others in videos and such, you made sure to pour all that your heart had to the rest.

Luckily—this fan-girl phase (or not)— has motivated you to save up the spare money you barely had after using it on rent, monthly tuition fees, food… oh, and taxes. This would take a while, wouldn’t it?

And your thoughts manifested to life, because it did. Taking long, exhausting months to more months, (including the cruel coarse work piled up on your aching shoulders) leads to a new comeback from their long break called ‘Spicy’.

Were you desperate to buy the newest album? Of course, one hundred and one percent. You would sell your infuriating younger sister to buy this gem.

Knowing this severely anticipated moment quote on quote, your trembling hands had money enough to buy the plastic-covered album at the front of the music store, the unbothered cashier carefully placed the single item in the plastic bag provided and handed it to you without a single peek; already yelling out the another squealing customer behind you.

Dashing straight home to your pity, cramped flat, you screamed in pure joy and jumped around in celebration. This was the reason why you grinded so hard!

Opposite to the influencers online who carefully and precisely nit-picked their packages open, you ripped it apart like a starving banshee, exploring the first-ever album and caressing it lovely.

Now, the photocards time! Praying internally to win one single photocard of Giselle, since it was enough for you to last a lifetime… you inhaled sharply, and your nerves jumbled for a moment that would last a minute maximum.

Embracing the darkness, you counted three to one snapped your eyes open to Karina, and screeched your lungs out in delight nonetheless! And found out you had all the ot4 member photocards individually, just an extra Karina one, and that made you die of happiness.

Rummaging throughout the whole album, exploring every single inch and leaving them not untouched: you made sure that the money that brought you into sweat would not go into the drain.

And it didn’t.

Gasping in horror, your heart paused for one single beating moment processing what’s displayed in front of you.

A fan call… with Giselle. Your parasocial wife.

Tomorrow at 13:00 sharp.

This whole day from morning to early evening went by too well, you narrowed your eyes in suspicion and the official logo confirmed it was true.

Stunned, you sat there for about five minutes still and blankly stared at the wall. Not knowing what to do.

You can’t write a script, you wanted this whole ordeal to go as smoothly as possible not wanting for you to mess up or your outrageous phone and wifi to ruin meeting the love of your sob-story life!

Time skip to tomorrow, you didn’t have one wink of sleep last night, pondering about the haunting fan call and what you would do and say.

Did you want to be part of those ‘cringy K-pop fan call complications’? Never, over your dead body.

12:56, you got ready to look well resembled and fit for this situation and made sure to be in the best corner of your home to get the best quality despite you knowing greatly that it wouldn’t benefit the terrible camera quality.

Each minute, your keen and expectant gaze stared without blinking at the screen hoping the notification would buzz on your phone anytime soon.

Please. Please.

And it happened.

Buzzing in the background was heard, and your breath was stuck in your constricted throat, witnessing the most gorgeous woman you've ever seen in real-time. That she is actually real.

"Hello!" Giselle formally greets, being polite as she could and looking at the phone expectantly for a response. You were very pretty, she could tell even with the trashy quality.

Nothing came, you were stunned, eyes popping out of your eye sockets as you just subconsciously had a staring contest with her. The idol was... confused, yet interested and she tilted her head, trying to catch your attention.

Were you perhaps lagging?

"Hello?" Again, she repeated herself and cleared her throat.

"H-hi, h-hello," you babbled out, being the epitome of a broken record itself. Visibly amused, Giselle leaned back in her seat and laughed softly.

She's never seen you before, not at fan meetings, concerts, or fan calls with any other members. A new fan, she saw countless of the same individuals in these events, but it isn't hard to admit that seeing a new face is refreshing.

Since it is the last call of today, it doesn't hurt for it to last a little longer than necessary, right? You were entertaining after all, despite not speaking too much yet.

"U-uh, this is my first ever fan call..." you admitted sheepishly, scratching the back of your neck like a loser, a cute loser to Giselle.

The latter leaned closer, noting how easy it would be to tease you playfully. "Ah, really? I couldn't tell." Sarcastically, she remarked, holding her breath not to burst into laughter at your reddening face.

"Ask me anything, baby, I can be here all day if you'd like." Unintentionally, her flirty demeanor confidently stood out; it was all because you were so shy... and adorable, how could she not resist?

"I-I... well, it's been a while since your world tour ended, and you guys, I assume, stopped your deserved break?" Taking a deep breath to carry on your nervous rambling, you shyly peeked at the screen again, seeing Giselle so keenly listening to you, which just made you more flustered than ever and snapped your gaze back to your fidgeting fingers.

"I wanna ask when are you guys going to resume your concerts?" You finished your sentence, glancing up again at the camera, finally having a spine and meeting her eyes. Though obviously it didn't last longer than a maximum of three seconds.

Her perfectly done eyebrows furrowed together in a moment, deeply thinking about an appropriate answer to say without spilling out too much because of the company's annoying restrictions.

"Don't worry, it will be soon, very soon," Giselle emphasised, a knowing smirk tugging up on her glossy, scrumptious lips... don't ask how you knew which lip gloss she was wearing. You did your detailed research and should it go to waste? No, obviously!

“Really?” Excitement wavering in your face, you leaned closer, and the cracked lenses gave your blurry-ish face justice to your features that got the other woman captivated.

The manager hopefully wouldn’t notice, right?

Subtly, in her scrawny handwriting, she gestured the wrinkled paper with her phone number on it sneakily to the screen trying to signal you. “You can screenshot,” she whispered and your trembling hand gripped your phone into a death grip and screenshotted repeatedly.

Your dreams came true! Maybe, you could become friends with your beloved idol.

As the loud buzzer went off repeatedly signaling the fan call was about to end, Giselle smiled and winked at you with a charming small wave. “Text me,” she mouthed and the fan call ended abruptly.

Was it unfortunate? A little… you did want to talk to her more, but at least you got her phone number!

Later on to the night, you texted her and she was extremely kind.

Little did you know, this led onto ‘friendly’ dates where she paid for every expense, even reaching out to buy luxurious items for you that you couldn’t pronounce the names of.

Wow, all you thought was how much of an idol life benefits to the never-ending money.

Back to the present, oh and the presents she gets you on a nearly weekly basis? It was a variety of watches, clothes mainly, or money itself! This was heaven, you know, although it did catch you off guard by how bold she is sometimes.

Subconsciously, you assumed she’s just a very caring friend and rich. Oh, did you mention that she was rich?

In one of her two-seater cars, leaned against the comfortable beige seat that you never thought you would get the chance to sit down ever in your life; Giselle drove with one hand and another splayed casually on your thigh, the sunlight flashing on her branded glasses.

Noticing how bright red your face was, and not from the heat but from her hands, she bursted into laughter: the laughter that could pay all your debt, college fees, and bills alone.

“You okay there?” She blurted out, raising a curious perfectly-manicured eyebrow.

Shy, you wanted to question on her behaviour and why she pampers you so much specifically with buying things for you. It was a little odd considering the friendship.

“I don’t want to get the wrong idea here…” you started off gingerly glancing at the side window before looking at Giselle, who’s distracted by your conversation to concentrate on driving.

“But you keep spoiling me, like too much for a friend, y’know? Like a sugar mommy.” Immediately, her ears perked up at the phrase and snapped her head towards you, her eyes full of lively emotions and a growing anxiety that maybe you wouldn’t accept her offer behind the blank lenses. Maybe, you would lash out at the offer she so desperately wants to give you.

“Would you be surprised if I…I want to be your sugar mommy?” Jolted in your movements, your eyes slowly went onto hers as she took off her glasses to meet your gaze.

“Huh?” Simply, that was your response, an unnerving answer heavy with uncertainty that gnawed at Giselle’s insides.

“I can’t bear to repeat myself, Y/n.” Ashamed visibly, she looked down before facing the front, her face carefully constructed into a stoic mask to not reveal that she was crumbling inside by the assumed rejection.

Yet, she continued awkwardly, to make her point across at least. Not wanting to seem as if a perverted older woman behind the polished-clean perfect image she had as an idol.

“I've… you told me about your college fees, right? How when you paid them, you barely had the rest to scrape by food, right?” Desperately seeking your audible approval to carry on, she subtly glances over.

“Yeah.” Lazily, you drew out, listening to the bizarre idea of justification having a sugar mommy… that was your favorite idol; it seemed forbidden, too risky to agree to.

“And… and it’s not out of pity or charity work. I want to see you happy, Y/n. And it makes me happy too, and my love language is… gifting, you can say.” Unable to repeat the unspoke unallowed term in the conversation—knowing well that it would just make things more awkward than necessary—Giselle resorted to it to brief it out and glorify it a little.

Not so hesitant now, you peeked at her gingerly, fidgeting with your fingers. “I’ll… I can consider it.”

“Can I convince you?” The red light lit up, indicating a stop, and Giselle swiftly slowed down to a stop, using the short time as an excuse to discuss this.

In anticipation, you sighed, tilting your head in rising curiosity about what she meant in the vague question. It could be anything.

"As in?" You urged her on to continue, and the woman didn't hesitate either.

"Shopping trip." Was the offer mouth-watering and enticing? Yes, really so. Oh, you had to. You hadn't gone to a mall for so long to shop for yourself.

Finding yourself in the buzzing crowds of the mall, bold signs of high-end brands everywhere, with passersby drooling at the sight of the clothes displayed in the windows. Like a child spotting a bright, huge lollipop, you surprisingly shamelessly bought nearly everything in most stores you just wanted to 'look around' in.

Good for Giselle, her money you're spending so carelessly for wasn't even 10% of what she got in her bank account.

Brushing your fingers affectionately against the high-quality, silky fabric, you sought a beautiful dress to wear to a party that would occur later in the week. To enhance your beauty, to make a difference and shock everybody at your college that your wardbrode isn't limited to trashy shirts and baggy jeans.

Giselle noticed how your eyeballs burst into love hearts seeing the tempting dress, so, she whispered against your ear, "you want that?"

Flinching, your face turned into a tomato. "W-well, if you want to spend your money on it... it's a bit pricey. I don't need it, you don't have to!" All acting shy now, the other woman wanted to laugh, finding it endearing how boldly you were using her card for other clothes that were more expensive, and you don't want to spend a little on this one.

She had to buy you this.

Gently, Giselle slid one arm around your waist, leading you to the changing room and gave you the dress supposedly in the right size for you. "At least try it on," she insisted, persistently waiting outside.

Then, a sheepish murmur called out of the changing room for her.

"Giselle?"

"Yeah?" Giselle automatically answered, a little inquisitive about why you were calling her.

"Can you please... uh, help me out for a sec?" Despite how timid you sounded, she rushed in as if helping her baby mama in a labour room and saw the button-up undone on your bare back of your dress.

She swallowed hard, trying to focus on the task at hand. You tried to seem unbothered, too, ignoring that her cool breath was ghosting the back of your neck, making you involuntarily shiver.

"Is this okay now?" You nodded to her question, though the tension in the cramped space made you dizzy.

Subconsciously, her slender fingers stroke up on your sides to caress your exposed collarbones lovingly, pressing her fingertips into the soft skin as if illuminating a sensual massage as her eyes locked with yours in the mirror.

“You like that?” Giselle breathes out, knowing well what the answer would be.

“Yes...” Your voice cutely cracked, making her laugh lightly against your shoulder.

Leaning closer to your face, the other woman paused in her overflowing affection. “May I do a little more?”

Is that even a question?

“Please.”

Desperation was clear in her hasty movements, pinning you against the side wall carefully, kissing you messily as if planning to have something more since day one of knowing such a pretty girl like you.

Both hands protectively splayed on your back, holding you still as her lips devoured yours as if she had touch-starved for years, her breath stuck in her throat when her aching bulge grazed against your throat in her skirt.

Embarrassed, Giselle’s breathing quickened and she pulled away slightly. Her doe, regretful eyes met yours slowly, an unspoken question hanging in the air.

“It’s fine,” you murmured, shy too. This was a hopeless scenario.

Feeling the thick tent, brushing insistently on your revealed thighs, you hung back your hand just yet. “Can you… you know.”

Regardless the situation being painfully awkward, Giselle found herself falling over heels for you.

Unbuckling her belt, she zipped her jeans along with her tight boxers, revealing her cock springing up and pre-cum already leaking on the pink tip like her pink hair.

Her mini handbag hung on her shoulder, she zipped it open and got a condom, opening it quickly she put the oil-drenched plastic over her dick which was so, so, painfully hard and ready for you.

Propping your legs around her waist like a belt, Giselle sloppily pampered kisses on your jaw, plastering her chanel lipstick stains all over to brand you as hers.

Unbothered to take your skirt off, she tucked it up and nearly tore off your panties but knew it wouldn’t cost much anyway to get you a new pair.

“My underwear, I just bought them a few days ago!” You whisper-shouted, annoyance etching on your face.

“I’ll buy you a better pair, today maybe,” she husked through gritted teeth, lining up her tip and rubbing it against your dripping clit enhancing a low muffled moan out of your lips.

Too much dazed in pleasure not even when the sex started, she rammed up her girthy cock in you and clasped your mouth to muffle your moans; she forgot this was in public.

“Shh, shh, I’m sorry baby… mommy’s got you,” Giselle bit her lip to stifle her groans, slamming in a little more reluctantly to not make too much noise in a dressing room.

Creating a soothing tempo for you specifically, she pants hard, leaning a little away to see your glazed-over eyes and holding eye contact. Oh, that alone was enough for her to cum as your inner walls hugged her cock so snugly.

“Oh fuck!” Giselle whined into your shoulders, trembling uncontrollably, thrusting up against you desperately as she rode through her shattering orgasm.

Trying to catch her breath, she felt sweaty and hot, her jaw slickened with sweat trailing down to her collarbones, and that alone made her want to give you babies too instead of merely being her sugar baby as she requested.

“Pull out…” you gasped out, feeling a missing part of you as her softened cock popped out of your empty pussy.

Weakened knees gave away immediately anyway as you dropped down to the floor, looking up at her and her face flushed at the implication of where this was going. The sight of you potentially ruining this gorgeous and expensive dress just to suck her off made her hard all over again.

“I’ll be careful, okay..?” Giselle tried to reassure you, not wanting to leave any evidence of your fucking in a public changing room. Throwing the cum-filled condom into a bin nearby, she made sure the other rubbish covered it before leaning against the wall and biting her lip, staring you down and signaling for you to start.

“Mhm,” you barely hummed, spitting on her cock and pumping it up and down having her teeth mumbling to her bottom lip to stifle her impending moans and whimpers.

Your wet, swollen lips from the earlier messy make-out session cupped her leaking cockhead, sucking lightly and your cheeks hallowed out.

Twirling your tongue around the tip like a sweet lollipop, tasting the subtle salty flavor of the pre-cum, you opened your mouth further and bobbed your head up and down urgently stroking the parts of the dick that you couldn’t fit in your mouth.

“Mm… good girl,” Giselle gritted out, “suck mommy like that, yeah? Oh, just like that…” her legs shook from the overwhelming sensation itself of your warm, welcoming mouth embracing her cock.

Occasionally, you did gag when her dick hit a little too deep and Giselle’s hand reached down to nestle the back of your hair softly to control the rhythm of your sucking so it wouldn’t be painful for you to take her length that could be a bit too big for you.

“Mommy’s so proud of you… you’ve been such a good girl for mommy, haven’t you? Ah… suck like that and mommy will buy you the whole fucking mall…” she rambled on mindlessly but in the back of her barely-functioning brain knew there was a ninety percent chance that she would act upon her words later on.

In pure bliss, her eyes closed contentedly and covered her own mouth to muffle her moans when she felt the orgasm rushing to her dick.

Before she knew it, her cum painted all over in your mouth and you swallowed it all obediently. That fact alone was going to make her cry out of happiness.

Then, you released her now completely soft cock out of your mouth and coughed slightly on your breath. “Oh, fuck…” you mumbled, stumbling to your feet with the help of the other woman as her other free hand tucked herself back in and fixed her jeans.

“I’m so proud of you baby,” she wiped your wet lips dry, and let you get out of the dress by yourself to your old clothes.

Gingerly, she rubbed the back of her neck. “Hopefully nobody noticed that outside.”

Humiliated at the thought, you choked again and she rubbed your back instinctively to calm you down. “Oh God.” Peeking through the curtains, nobody was around in the store anymore and only some staff lurked at the entrance of the store oblivious to what just occurred.

“Hopefully not.” Giselle nodded grimly along, not wanting to seem too suspicious, she got out and put your dress away before exiting.

And when you stumbled out a few minutes later after composing yourself, she smiled innocently at you and held the many bags for you as if roughly about ten minutes ago didn’t fuck the shit out of you.

“Come on, baby, I’ll order that dress for you when I’m home.” Linking arms with you anyway, Giselle’s eyes crinkled at the fantasies fogging her brain up at how there was a chance with you that now… you could be her sugar baby.

Giselle was going to explode.

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damn the economy. honestly? let's just abolish capitalism itself at this point.

i glared at my bills spread across my table they had personally wronged me. rent. utilities. student loans. grocery reciepts. they all sneered at me, the numbers mocking my rapidly depleting bank account. the numbers didn’t even feel real anymore—just abstract threats in black ink.

i sighed to myself as i stabbed the calculator buttons like it had something to prove, finding the total of my costs for the month. i was hunched over the calculator, paper, and pen in front of me, sat down in my apartment's living room, slumping further into my couch as i saw the number on the small screen: $1,220 total. for one month.

i slumped further into my couch like it might swallow me whole. how was i even alive? no, seriously. i’m a nineteen year old college student with a part-time waitressing job that pays in crumbs and kind-of-okay tips if i smile enough. and somehow, that’s supposed to cover rent, tuition, food, and the occasional mental breakdown? it’s criminal. i should sue.

my mug of tea had gone cold an hour ago, abandoned on my coffee table as i spiraled into financial crisis. my laptop screen had dimmed, buried under a flood of passive-aggressive reminder emails from my professor and unread discussion posts. i was mid-rant to one of my friends from back home—something about capitalism, and student loans. as i was considering the idea of taking on stripping as a night job, she gave me an almost painfully logical answer: a roommate.

why didn't i think of it before? i mean, sure, i'm not exactly the most social person, but, if someone is just kinda in my apartment doing their own thing, and we split rent... hey, doesn't sound that bad to me. after i took a while to think about it, i set up an ad online:

[ad]

🏡 roomie wanted: cheap rent, good times (i hope)🏡

hey stranger :p i’m currently looking for a roommate to split rent with because, well… life is expensive and i’d rather not sell my kidney to afford groceries.

the apartment is decent—small, but cozy. there’s one available bedroom, a shared bathroom, and a living space that’s great for collapsing in after pretending to have your life together all day. rent is reasonable, utilities are split, and i’m close to campus (like a 15-minute walk if you’re aggressively late to class).

about me:

- 19, employed, college student

- primarily introverted, but i’ll talk your ear off about weird dreams and conspiracy theories if you let me

- i mind my business. you mind yours. just peace and harmony.

about you:

- preferably not a serial killer (non-negotiable)

- pays rent on time

- doesn’t force awkward small talk while i’m microwaving leftovers at 2am

general info:

rent: $900/mo (your half = $450) + utilities

available: november 5th

if you’re interested, shoot me a txt: (812) 789-4989

if this turns out to be a disaster, hey, at least we'll have a good story right?

[end of ad]

in all honesty, i wasn’t expecting anyone sane to respond. i mean, have you seen the internet? it’s like craigslist and tinder had a cursed lovechild. but hey, it was worth a shot, right?

a few hours later, the responses started rolling in. and let me tell you—nightmare fuel.

some highlights:

- one man asked if he could bring his pet rats. plural.

- a girl wanted to know if i was okay with “frequent overnight visitors” (translation: random hookups).

- guy who seemed halfway decent casually dropped on me that he was on house arrest for the next six months. i'd be lying if i said i wasn't interested in his backstory.

- one message just said “u up?” at 2am. spiritually? i wasn't.

don't even get me started on the degenerates. i didn't realize how low some people's self-respect can be until now.

my phone buzzed against the counter—here we go, another text. another stranger responding to my roommate ad like it was some kind of dating profile on plenty o' creeps.

seriously, i was two seconds away from tossing the damn thing into the garbage disposal, even though it would probably survive just to spite me. the thing had survived being dropped down three flights of stairs and left out in the rain once. a little white iphone 3g with not a single crack, the screen only covered by a veil of scratches and scuffs. i'll take whatever the hell steve jobs was on when he was making these things.

this text was... interesting, to say the least. here it is:

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7:26PM

💬👀: hey baby. not only can i bring you cheaper rent, but i can also bring you some romance, and a good time. a real good time. ;)

i blinked.

this wasn’t craigslist personals. it was a roommate ad. for housing.

what part of 'quiet, clean, non-creepy individual' translated to 'yes, please sext me'?

before i could even mentally formulate an insult, more messages popped up.

💬👀: just give me a chance. please.

💬👀: i just can't be alone anymore. i can't.

the screen stayed lit in my hand, thumb frozen. i stared, slack-jawed, while the next one rolled in:

💬👀: ...i'm a feminist? if that's your thing?

my first instinct was to throw my phone before this guy sends me something else i would want eye bleach over. second instinct was to screenshot it.

then, after a full minute of silence from me:

💬👀: fine then. you don't have to be such a bitch about it.

blocked.

that was my cue. so long, cassanova.

i felt like i needed to move. i definitely needed some fresh air after... whatever that was.

that was my first thought after blocking that number. not scream, not laugh, not dramatically throw my phone into traffic—just move. sitting still felt like suffocating. and when i felt like that, chores were my go-to. repetitive, mindless. today, it was laundry day. warm machines. detergent that smelled like fake lavender and something mundane.

i tossed my laundry basket in the backseat and drove with the windows down. the air was sharp and cold in that familiar indiana way—like it was daring me to roll them back up. it smelled like smoke, dry leaves, and someone’s horrible idea of pumpkin spice.

bloomington in the fall sometimes made me feel like a background character in someone else’s coming-of-age film. the trees were loud in color. people wore scarves and uggs unironically. there was laughter somewhere in the distance and it wasn’t mine.

i passed my work, lou’s diner on kirkwood—ben’s car was there. i could spot that rusted-out chevy anywhere. i remember he briefly told me it was his uncle's way back when, and it definitely shows. might as well stop in and say hi, right? not like i have much better to do on a sunday besides mope in the laundromat all by myself.

the bell above the door jingled as i stepped inside, dragging a gust of cold air with me. the smell of coffee and grease hit me instantly—familiar and comforting, like old flannel. the place was half-full, locals mostly, all hunched over pancakes and toast like it was a sacred ritual.

i spotted ben almost immediately—i mean, it's impossible not to with that firey head of his. he sat at a booth by the window, hunched over a plate of fries he probably didn’t even order, wearing that same faded brown flannel he always wore when he didn’t know what else to wear. he was halfway through doodling something in the margins of a notepad—little stars, planets, and constellations. he truly was a dork at heart. i casually slid into the booth across from him.

"y'know, it should be illegal to park something that ugly so close to a food establishment. think it'll start making the regulars vomit uncontrollably." i said sarcastically with a smug grin as i looked over at him.

his mouth twitched like he was fighting a smile. he was still looking down at his notebook with tired brown eyes, his wild ginger curls a mess. "y'know, if you insult her again, she'll get pissed off at you. maybe your airbag won't go off."

“excuse me?” i blinked. “her? oh my god. you named the van.”

"she's earned it," he finally looked at me, with that usual boyish smile he had on his face. "and for the record, i didn’t name her. the previous owner did."

i tilted my head slightly. “let me guess. your weird uncle.”

“yep, that's doug. toured with a pink floyd cover band in the eighties.”

i stared at him for a long beat. “that explains so much.”

he grinned and popped a couple of lukewarm fries into his mouth. "so, what brings you here anyway? you're not on shift." he says, his voice slightly muffled on account of the soggy mash of potato in his mouth.

"well, looks like you aren't either." i quipped, a trace of a chuckle in my voice as i spoke. "i saw your shaggin' wagon out front and decided to stop in. was on the way to the old laundromat."

"meg," ben groaned. "don't call it that ever again, i beg of you. besides, her name is betty."

i snorted. "betty?"

"betty," he confirmed with a nod, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "as in white walls, brown vinyl, smells vaguely like cigarettes and broken dreams betty."

"oh, so she’s a classy woman?" i chuckled, as i pictured the ugly-as-sin van i've come to know and love as some deeply troubled, esoteric woman chainsmoking and sadly sipping on some prestigious martini.

he shrugged, smirking. "of course she is. she’s got character. spunk."

i leaned back in the booth, arms crossed. "you’re one flat tire away from becoming a cautionary tale, you know that?"

"oh meg, you wound me," he said, placing a hand over his chest dramatically. "i’ll have you know she passed inspection last spring."

"right. and i’m the queen of england."

ben just laughed, low and easy, and went back to doodling in the corner of his notepad. he’d already drawn a little spaceship abducting what looked suspiciously like a cow grazing in the grass.

“so, laundry. you heading to that creepy laundromat on walnut?” he asked without looking up.

i nodded, pulling my sleeves over my hands. “yeah. figured i’d be productive. maybe stare into the industrial dryers and reflect on my many life choices.”

he glanced up again, that smile softening. “sounds cozy.”

“it’s something.”

we lingered in that weird, comfortable quiet for a few seconds—the kind that only ever came with ben. no pressure to fill the silence. no awkwardness. just the hum of the old diner lights, the jukebox, and the soft clink of silverware in the background.

i glanced out the window. the sky was starting to go gray, that muted indiana kind of gray where you couldn’t tell if it was 4pm or 9 in the morning. leaves scraped along the pavement like they were trying to get out of town before winter hit.

"i should get going," i said finally, sliding out of the booth. "before someone tries to use the good washers."

ben nodded. "tell betty i said hi."

i raised an eyebrow. "you want me to talk to your van?"

"i want you to respect her."

"not happening, ben."

he grinned. "drive safe, meg."

"you too, cowboy."

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the laundromat was quiet when i got there. not dead, just sleepy. a kid was sliding around on the tile floors in socks while his mom tried to feed quarters into a jammed machine. some guy in the corner was reading the book of psalms like he’d read it a thousand times already—softly mouthing along, underlining a verse with a yellow highlighter that looked like it was running out of ink.

i shook off the memory of kokomo. my bible-belt hometown, all fire and brimstone and well-rehearsed smiles. sunday school stained glass and whispering women in floral skirts.

nope. not today.

i made my way toward a machine in the far back corner, the one with the dent in the side that nobody ever seemed to want. it was cheap and barely functional—perfect.

i dropped my laundry basket down beside it and started sorting through the pile. hoodies, socks, jeans.

i wonder how mom’s doing.

the thought came and went before i could stop it. i tried to stuff it down like the rest of the dirty laundry.

meg, you should really call her more. my hand hovered over the detergent for a second too long.

i hadn’t called her since the beginning of this school year. it wasn’t that i didn’t want to—it was just that hearing her voice always brought everything back, and i wasn’t sure i could face that again. i guess i just hadn’t wanted to hear that soft, tired voice laced with all the things she didn’t say. she always sounded like she was waiting for me to come home. not in a clingy way—just… like she still held space for me, waiting for me with open arms. sorry, mom.

the washer beeped. i snapped back into the room.

coins in. start button. spin cycle. move on.

the hum of the dryers filled the air like static. i sat on the little wooden bench by the window and watched the red leaves outside twist in the wind like they were trying to dance their way off the branches.

it was always like this.

bloomington in october. beautiful. lonely. loud in the ways that didn’t matter.

i stared into the washer drum as it spun, letting it hypnotize me. socks and hoodies and pillowcases tumbled like they didn’t have a care in the world.

must be nice, i thought. somewhere between the suds and spin cycles, i let myself breathe once again.

after reloading my clothes into a different machine, the dryer hummed behind me, its rumble rattling gently through the old laundromat floor. i sat on the cold bench by the wall, thumb absently tracing the edge of my phone, mind somewhere else entirely.

across the room, the kid in socks had finally tired himself out. he now sat curled up beside his mom, watching the dryers spin with the kind of wide-eyed wonder you only get before the world fucks you up.

i kept glancing at my phone, not because i was expecting anything, but because hope’s a stupid little habit you can’t quite quit.

i thought back to earlier today, being hunched over my coffee table, feeling the dollars in my bank account withering away with each number i punched into that damn calculator.

the hours at the diner weren’t cutting it, and neither were the uncomfortable couch sleeps at liza’s. i needed a roommate, and soon.

preferably one who didn’t sext me immediately or try to convert me to pyramid schemes.

a heavy sigh left my chest before i could stop it.

this wasn’t what i pictured when i thought about college. i thought i’d be in some dorm room with a cork board full of polaroids and twinkly lights, having the time of my life. not... whatever this is.

i reached for my laundry basket just as the dryer clicked off with a soft thunk.

the kid smiled at me as he left.

i smiled back.

i looked at my phone once again, skimming through the notifications i've recieved from the puddle of unsaved numbers of strangers i didn't even know the names of.

maybe this was all just a big mistake on my end.

okay, fuck it. a week. i’d give it one more week.

and if no one normal showed up by then, i’d delete the damn ad, burn my phone, and move into a cave somewhere. become the next small town urban legend or something.

and at that point, maybe i’d even start enjoying being the joke.

and if the universe had a sense of humor? it was about to make me its favourite punchline.

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

next chapter coming soon! thank you for reading, xoxo <3

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YOU SPEAK JAPANESE AND CHINESE?!?! OMG THATS SO COOL CHINESE IS SO HARD WITH SO MANY CHARACTERS EVEN BEING ABLE TO SPEAK A LITTLE BIT IS A TALENT

Personally, I feel like learning not Japanese and Chinese is hard because there’s similar characters (ig that makes it easier) but there’s some distinct difference and it’s so hard to remember which is which

also can you share tips on learning othe rlamguages? If you want to, of course<3

HAHAHSAH YES I DO!!! im chinese so i already know the lang by heart, but as for japanese, i had to stop learning for a while due to tuition fee restrictions. i can’t really afford online textbooks or tutors anym either, so my advice might not be the best. 😭

ADVICE UTC!

but yes i get what you mean by the confusion!! since jp borrowed a lot of cn characters aka kanji, some words look the same but have totally different meanings or pronunciations, as a native cn speaker it tilted me sm at first (tbh, still does LOL)

first you need to know abt kunyomi (jp vers of pronounciation) and onyomi (the original cn pronunciation), you can skim thru this website for a better understanding, and the rest is js memorization thru familiarity.

and sure, maybe, usually, if you're familiar with cn, you can somewhat guess the meaning of kanji.

i.e. 行程 in jp n cn both means distance / journey, but r pronounced differently (jp: こうてい and cn: xíngchéng)

OR

a more common example, 水 (jp: みず / cn: shuǐ) diff pronunciations but both means water.

ON THE OTHER HAND,

手紙 in jp means letter, but in cn it means toilet paper (lmaoo)

i guess its all based on context!! the more u read = the easier it becomes to recognize when to use which reading!

NOW FOR TIPS...

id say find a media you genuinely enjoy and immerse yourself in it.

passion for the language makes the learning process much more enjoyable (and less of a chore). for example, in hsr i switch my game lang to jp 2 help me get used to the tone. another great idea is to try reading jp visual novels as it helps w conversational japanese. basically, the more exposure you get to the language in a fun n engaging way, the more naturally you'll start picking up vocabulary, sentence structures, and pronunciation!

2ndly, practice makes perfect. just 5-10mins/day will do, i strongly recommend this guide n this practice website + ANKI DECKS!!! js rmbr, short, daily practice >> long cram sessions. have a dictionary + textbook, u can find many good ones online, if not, reddit is ur next best choice (r/learnjapanese)

ALSO, before diving into kanji, make sure you’re comfortable with hiragana n katakana first, they're pretty much the foundation of reading n writing in jp!!

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AS FOR CHINESE: disclaimer, as a native, i have never truly "learnt" chinese from the basics b4; but here r some tips i often give my non-native irls that helps

get to know hanyu pinyin first (aka romanized cn) this helps u to look up words more easily on your device n pronounce them correctly.

in cn, there's this thing called 翘舌音, which refers to retroflex sounds. (e.g. the way u wld pronounce "sha" and "sa" is diff) this big difference in pronunciation changes the meaning of the word.

找 (zhǎo) = look for 早 (zǎo) = early / morning

2. learn the tones. like retroflex sounds, tones can completely change the meaning of the word too.

mā (妈) = mom má (麻) = hemp mǎ (马) = horse mà (骂) = scold

can't tell the difference and don't have a native speaker around u? USE GOOGLE TRANSLATE. simply copy paste the word / phrase u wanna hear n press the listen button n it'll read it out for u (unf if u tl longer sentences, it may sound robotic, well because.. it is a robot.)

3. chinese has many homophones, so you can’t just rely on pinyin, you need to listen + read to understand words in context.

i.e. 给予 where 给 is usually pronounced gěi, but in this context, 给 is pronounced as jǐ

PRO TIP: if u have a cn keyboard, it'll usually tell u the correct pronunciation

no.2 in brackets, it auto detects what i should've typed instead!!

4. likewise in jp n other langs, consuming cn media will greatly help in ur learning progress + PRACTICE!!

5. just like how in english we don’t go around saying things like “whom do you wish to speak with?” in daily conversation; in chinese, people don’t use overly formal textbook phrases either.

textbooks teach polite and grammatically correct chinese, but if you want to sound natural, it’s better to learn how native speakers actually talk —either through dramas, social media, or getting used to it js by changing ur in-game lang to cn.

last but not least, have fun!! if you force urself to memorize endless vocabulary lists or study only through textbooks, you’ll burn out fast. SO TAKE A BREAK IF U HAVE TO, AND ENJOY THE PROCESS ^^

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