#listen i know i sound super ungrateful

[kayak-lmao]

oh yea so im back for a little :)

Im probably not gonna delete this blog but after trump's inaguration i am probably gonna have to abandon it just for my own safety purposes if things go the way they look like theyre going to

so.

why no art lately?:

I know its not a huge deal to most people, but i think i still wanna explain for atleast my own sake lol

1.) School

2.) laziness + mental health

these 2 go hand in hand, just because it takes a very long time for me to force myself to do much of anything other than just sitting (including homework)

3.) onepiece 😭

guys this show actually has such a chokehold on me i wish i was joking. all ive done for like a month is just rot away in my bed and watch onepiece. normally when i get a new interest i get really motivated to draw but for some reason the opposite happened 😭😭 im not addicted or anything, i just know most people are only here for welcome home art so

anyways yeah thats my little "hey im not dead!" Update

feel free to unfollow because i cant see me doing much of anything in the next 2 months, and if i do it'll probably be onepiece related 😭

a few things ive done + wips

sorry for being a broken record

[specific-dreamer]

she'll be someone who is lovely (someone wonderful and true)

Summary: His brothers are super annoying, so Darry prays to God and asks for a sister. Note: god is mentioned so much omfg. content warning for that, but in my defense the curtis' did go to church before their parents died. im positive whenever he remembered he use to say his prayers before bed. anyways i digress heres the AO3, but its only like 499 words so its under the cut too

“Junior, go ahead and say your prayers. I’ll be back to tuck you in after your brothers.”

Darry rolls his eyes and drags his feet all the way to his room. He didn’t mind saying his prayers before bed, but the mention of his brother’s did irk him a bit. He loves them dearly he swears it, but by God were they annoying today. 

First, Ponyboy kept bugging him to read with him and when he wasn't doing that he was constantly asking Darry stupid questions. Darry what's 120 times 89? Darry, can you pick me up? Darry, why’s a table called a table? Who named it that? Of course, once Pony got started Sodapop joined in on the questions too. Except his questions were more rodeo based and before Darry knew it he was being forced to take Soda to the races on Saturday. He was not at all pleased. He had plans on going to the arcade with Bev and Paul on Saturday; Bev was not going to be happy when he cancels on them.

 He’s getting distracted, he’s meant to be praying not complaining. With a sigh, he closes his eyes, gets down on his knees, intertwines his fingers, and rests his forearms on the bed. 

“Dear God, thank you for this glorious day. Please continue to bless my family and my friends because they're pretty cool too. I pray that the soc’s get nicer, because they’re really mean, Lord. What’s the deal with that?” He pauses. What else does he need to pray for? Oh right. “And, not to sound ungrateful or nothing, Jesus, but can you give me a sister or somethin’? Pony and Soda are so annoying! They always wanna do what I wanna do, but sometimes I just don’t wanna hang out with ‘em. So, please give me a sister. Thank you. That’s it, I know you got other prayers to listen to. In Jesus name I pray, amen,” he finishes.

“P.S,” he adds, crawling under his covers. Hopefully God won’t mind the addendum. “Please please please let her be nicer than them. I know I’m ‘sposed to tough and all that, but Soda and Steve keep on jumping on me and it’s gettin’ mighty annoying. That’s all, in Jesus name, amen.”

It was, in fact, not all. He kept adding to his prayers until he was fighting yawns to even get the words out. To be fair though, if God answered his prayer, He needs to know that Darry wants a nice and kind sister. She wouldn’t be gross or weird like the other girls and she wouldn’t make a big fuss about getting dirty like they do. And she’d have to get along with the guys; he’s not too sure he could keep a sister if the guys didn’t like her.

Before he finally falls asleep, Darry decides to just write a list for God when he wakes up. That way God won’t have to strain his memory too hard.

[rubberduckygenerator]

right now i'm forced inside of this adhd meeting and i get that some people are really bad at analyzing their feelings and how or why they feel the things that they feel. But the fact that i have to write down a trauma or a scared feeling and then answer "so where does it come from or what did it make you feel". kinda reminds me of that post about "men take mushrooms to experience the same form of empathy i felt and understood when i was 11"

Like honey, boo, my dear i dont need 50 minutes to write down why i feel a curtain way, i ask myself that question 79 times a day!

pleaseeee just gimme my lovely loveyly medication and let me experience the joys of an non fucked up concentration device in my brain. i get my feelings. i have looked into my heart and understood the bullshit god has thrown at his stupidest little soldier. I know why i sometimes feel like i am a woman waiting for her lover to return from war and other times like a fucking monk who has never experienced love or affection.

Please fuck i understand i dont want to make a mindmap to plan my day! I cant fucking listen to one more adult participant going "thank you so much Sally for sharing that story that was so helpful" while Sally only said "i feel defeated when i miss an apointment"

I GET IT

but this weird forced two hour teams meeting where we act like we can all follow your 1,5 hour rant about cognitive disorders while you read it in the same voice that a mouse would talk to a cat is not helping me. i disassociate faster than you can say that word. i feel ready to drop kick a bitch saying "can we take ten more minutes to write about how we feel about feelings please im still not done"

i cant even tell em it doesn’t work for me cause one time i said

"this is not my thing, im happy to listen but its not really my cup of tea" they forced a smile and went "but does it help you?" "well no but im trying" "but does it help you? it still helps you right?" "well..i mean…no? ish?" "ah good so it does help you im happy to help, at least it helps you yes" "i….sure" "good :D" i know this sounds super duper ungrateful but i went into this thinking i was gonna learn some new stuff and that i would be allowed to work on myself. but it is nothing other than floatyfeely bullshit that they just read off a powerpoint. And its two hours every week voor 12 weeks. and i have so much homework!! and do you know what does help me finally make my homework?? the meds! but am i allowed my meds if i don’t finish this course? NO. does the course work for me? NO!!! am i instead incredibly annoyed and tired at the end because i have done nothing but listen to someone that doesn’t listen to others and just says "and how did that make you feel? " yes very much so.

which makes me, after all of that, unable to be any form of productive.

i am a bit ticked off. also, sorry, i should be happy that i have been diagnosed and am receiving help but when the help is not helping and you are not allowed to talk about the fact that it is not helping and are instead told to suck it up. it kind off starts to feel really really really pointless.

i just got out and of the meeting and this little soldier is a bit angry

[ebonysplendor]

Trembling Essence (Extended Demo)🌲

TL;DR: Noah is cute and all, but what isn't cute is the fact that he wants us to stay holed up in this mouldy ass house with him. Like, I get that you live around, or possibly in, a swamp and everything, but damn, bitch, you live like this...?

Game Link: https://zombeebunnie.itch.io/trembling-essence-extended-demo

Notable Features: Self-Insert, Yandere LI, Choice-heavy, HP Bar, Affinity Bar, Gender Neutral MC Spiciness: 0/5 -- Unfortunately, because this man is fine as hell... LI Red Flags: 1.5/5 -- Pretty bossy, pretty moody, and a lil' sassy, but other than, pretty solid dude (so far)

Wanna know more? Well, let's get into it!

So, listen. I have been meaning to finish and get this posted for like three, maybe four, or possibly even five weeks now, and damn it, I'm finally going to, so overlook the excessive grammar errors or whatever; I was lowkey rushing lol. This ain't about that though; it's about this visual novel, and let me tell you, I think it's really good, and it's super promising so far.

I know, I know, I know; I say that about every game but hear me out!

If you've read my reviews before, then you know that there are certain qualities about a visual novel that just scratch my brain in a particular way and absolutely ruin me in the most perfect way possible. One of those things is a choice heavy game. As I've said many a times, I am an absolute slut for a choice heavy game. It is something about every decision that you make mattering in the most detrimental way possible, bonus points if the consequence isn't immediate. Like, yes, make me hesitate and overthink if I should have waffles or cold pizza for breakfast, dev daddy...maker mommy...program parent? Program parent doesn't have as 18+ of a ring to it, admittedly, but we'll make it work.

Anyways, as I mentioned, the game is super good, and as far as I can tell, it's pretty choice heavy. Like, I'll play a route damn near the same way, but respond differently to one thing, and there's a whole new option the next time around like huuuuuuh? Absolutely love the visual novels that do that.

I'll get more into how amazing the actual game itself is in a second, but I'm a little impatient, and I want to jump into the synopsis. Nothing even really popped off as far as showing the LI's yandere side -- well, at least not as crazy as it could be. It was implied, and there were little peaks, but nothing too wild popped off -- but this has some damn good build up for the rest of the game.

Right now, and tragically, it's just the (extended) demo, but it is damned good. But, no, seriously. I'm going to go ahead and jump into the summary. As per usual, ya girl is going to tell you as much about this game as possible without ruining the game itself as a whole. Why? Because, duh, I want you to play it! That's the whole reason for the reviews, big dawg!

So, without further ado, I'm going to get into storytelling mode and summarize the game for ya!

So, boom.

When this whole thing pops off, we're lost in the woods.

Because we're lost with, like, zero bearings of our surroundings, we just kind've wait around in this hollowed out, rotten tree for someone to come along and help us. Admittedly, kind've a tall order, but we're trying to stay hopeful in this hopeless situation, so we wait it out.

We wait, and wait, and wait, and wait some more. We're sleeping on and off, and it's honestly making us feel worse. Why? Well, first off, it's hard to sleep in the current situation we're in anyways. Not to sound ungrateful, because at least we're somewhat shielded from the cold and wind and rain -- yeah, we're dealing with that, too --, but sleeping in a literal swamp area is not the most pleasant sleeping condition, let alone sleeping outside in general. The second is, since we aren't actually fully sleeping, we just feel tired whenever we wake up. It's just an all around sucky situation, but it'd be stupid to continuously wander around when we just see trees and more trees.

With not really much of an option other than to wait and get more crappy sleep, we wait and get more crappy sleep. The next time that we wake up though, it's because we hear the crunching of leaves and someone staring us down until we wake up, and when we do --

GYATT DAAAAAAAAAAMN.

Well, well, well!! Are we still asleep? Are we dreaming because I'm about to act ALL THE WAY up. Like, my most pleasant and ladylike woof for you, my good, visually pleasing sir, and I mean

Woof~♡

Even still though, going from seeing no one to seeing someone, especially this damned close, is pretty startling, so we try to go further back into the tree, but there's not really much further back that we can go.

This guy -- his name is Noah, by the way, and is an absolute bae -- sees us do this, and he's just like "Ayo, calm down. It's just me. Also, you look rough. Haha, sorry, that was rude, but like, this is what happens when you run off". ...Huh?

"Run off"...? Oh. Oh right. This is one of those games. Lmao I almost forgot that this man is probably psycho.

Anyways, he's pretty much lowkey talking shit. Like, he's not trying to from the tone, but he's pretty firm about what he's saying. Basically, we've been gone for about 2 and a half days now, and he's like, either we can come back with him and ensure our safety and survival or we can fuck around and find out. The reason why I say this is because apparently there' s another storm coming, and it's implied to be worse, not to mention that it's going to get mad cold.

...Well, we definitely don't want to fuck around and find out, so we go with him.

He's lowkey still talking shit, though, saying that he's glad we're being "very reasonable" this time and all that, but he's being pretty sweet about being gentle with us; he even helped dust our clothes off and offered to be better company this time around.

We make it back to his cabin, and it's still kind've ghetto and mouldy, but it's better than the last time we were here, so he must've been serious about trying to be better company. That being said, Noah starts trying to rizz us up a little...or that's how I took it, because I'm highkey down bad for this man.

In actuality, he just knows that we're in pretty bad shape and is trying to help us out by getting us on the couch, cleaning our face, feeding us, getting us warm, and, honestly, trying to be as gentle as possible. Partially, because he probably doesn't want us running off again, which he makes super clear because, as most people like him do, he explicitly tells us to never pull that crap again and that he just wants to keep us safe and all that.

Anyways, he gets us some clothes and let's us take a shower. Just because I feel that it's necessary to be said, there's mould in here, too, but it's only a little bit, and it's at the corner of the ceiling. Now the thing is, we can smell some kind of cleaning products so whether he used it on the walls or the utilities that were in the bathroom, we're not sure, but it reassures us that he does at least make an attempt to clean. I mean, the mould is still gross, but at least we aren't outside in the storm and freezing cold.

After a bomb ass shower, we head back out into the living room and regroup with Noah. He makes sure that we're all good and heads into his room to call it a night, but not before very sternly -- what's up with the random sass? -- telling us to not wake him up. Like, yeah, because there's so much to do in this dank, mouldy-ass, minimalist cabin that would cause such a ruckus, Noah. Like lmao be for real, homie.

Whatever, though, we just kind've let him go on about his business. Once he's gone, we look outside and oof...

He wasn't bluffing. Not only did it rain like he predicted, but it's coming down mad hard.

...

I mean, it would be totally stupid, yeah, but we could take our chances and escape for realisies this time since we're refreshed, or we could wake up Noah like he specifically told us not to do, maybe look around a bit which he also told us not to do for whatever reason.

Hmmmm...decisions, decisions.

Super sorry if the storytelling didn't flow as well as usual (if it even did beforehand), but I was pretty excited about getting to the review.

Me, personally, this was a demo done so absolutely correct. I'm honestly anticipating this visual novel so hard, and it's more for the story than the actual game because Noah is so...normal so far? Like, right now, he just seems like your typical tsundere hard ass that gets sassy for no apparent reason but has those really soft moments. I'm so ready to see this man come totally undone. Like, I need to see how psycho this man actually gets, because why did we run off the first time? Did we get kidnapped? Did he help us and wouldn't allow us to leave? Are we actually his partner and we tried to call it quits but our memories got wiped and now he's trying to start fresh so that's why he doesn't want us looking around? Was the reason we left because of the mould? Like, I have so many questions, and I'm invested in this story.

Can we also talk about the affinity and health bar? Such a nice touch; I love it. The way that everything in me just drops whenever either of those bars starts dipping down, and then the apprehension I got when they'd get dangerously low. Like, wait, what's going to happen to me? I'm honestly so excited to see what kind of turmoil the dev decides to create with it. I wonder if it's not what it seems though. Like, I wonder if you have to get his affinity in a certain range versus trying to max it out or as close to max as possible. You know, like you can't just always be a "yes" person towards him, but you're not supposed to be super combative either; just enough to get that cozy 72% and unlock a true ending or something.

This game has so many possibilities and so much potential, and I'm just damned excited about the direction that it's going in. The art style is sleek, the LI is a total bae, and the story is storying; it's an experience and a damned exhilarating one. Like, I'm in deep just because I'm so curious about, first off, what's going to happen next and, second, what tricks the dev still has up their sleeve that they hadn't showcased yet.

Okay, I think I've gushed enough. I absolutely recommend playing the game if you haven't already. Like I said, as far as the LI goes, nothing too out of pocket happens, just some sass, but the build up is damned solid. Definitely give it a good playthrough if you're willing, not to mention, there is multiple "endings" just in the demo which is wild. But yeah, if you want to give it the ol' college try, here's a link to the game. If you end up liking it and/or want to give the dev that extra push to keep going with a classic "Ayo, this game is kind've dope, and you are you. Give MOAR", head over to the game page (or the dev's tumblr) and post those encouraging words; if you're able, drop a few coins for them, too -- I'm sure they'd appreciate the extra support.

That's all from me though, so now, I'm going to somewhat awkwardly close this out and use this as a transition sentence since I can't think of anything better.

As always! A huge reminder! Drink water, don't be dumb, and hope to you around~!

Trembling Essence

Dev's Tumblr Page

[chuckdangerr]

It’s hard not to feel jealous of others success when you try so fucking hard.

This is going to sound super bitchy and ungrateful and im sorry. It’s a long shot but if you read this, just please interact with the post or take a listen and let me know you’re honest opinion. 

Being in a band is hard and the idea of success has changed so much. I love playing music and I love playing in a band and we’ve been working at it for years hearing the same shit over and over.  “Y’all are good. Y’all are going to go places”  But sometimes it feels hopeless and I feel stuck and that none of my peers in the Chicago music scene take us seriously. Social media has ruined the music industry and its getting harder and harder to get people to care or give you a few seconds of their time. It starts to wear on the mental health if im honest. I just want to connect with people.  I put my heart and soul into this band and I just want people to listen and connect with the music. 

https://open.spotify.com/artist/0ldWTXasY1KGQuhL3bDw9R?si=HYiqfjpOSIm3A4m2q9X9nQ

[cezulian]

I don’t wanna sound ungrateful or shitty bc I don’t know the whole album-making process and maybe I don’t appreciate it as much as I should bc I’m an art bitch and a writing bitch not a music producing bitch but I kinda feel like. Cracker Island as an album could have been way more. Like they had a lot of great ideas and stuff in there, some real interesting running motifs but idk. Some of it felt a little unfinished, maybe just because it was so short. Also maybe because it was hyped up SO MUCH with all the social media stuff and the extra super special deluxe platinum gold fuckable vinyl editions they put out, I just kinda feel like…god this might sound shitty…but like that’s it? Damon is capable of huge things, but idk I’m trying and failing to be enthusiastic about this album when a majority of the tracks that weren’t singles kind of just bled together for me and I’ve already forgotten the melodies to them.

I mean like I said in a previous post I really enjoyed “Tormenta” and “Possession Island” of the new, non-singles from pre-release but “Oil”, “Tarantula”, “Tired Influencer”? I listened to those two hours ago and swayed along with em but I don’t remember em at all otherwise. I also don’t think trying to be so lore-heavy did them any favors either, but that’s a whole other post. And its not even like they had trouble with deadlines or anything either, the album was done for FOREVER but it was just like 10 songs most of which I do not remember. Idk.

This whole phase has felt like that point in a tv show where its been several seasons now and the creators are extremely aware of the fandom and preferences and stuff so they start to get obnoxious about winking at the audience with every fucking move they make narratively, like they can’t stop going “hey fans! We see you and we hear you, so we are taking your fan favorite characters and amping it up to eleven! Enjoy these hijinks we designed based on data the producers have collected that document the kinds of crazy stuff you enjoy seeing! We’re just like you!” and then the integrity is just gone. It feels studio-lit and formulaic, and again that’s about this phase, not the album. The phase needed less, the album needed more. Idk man. I’m sleepy tired I’m gonna go listen to Humanz and TNN again.

[odette-at-dawn]

-christmas-

first of all happy holidays. yesterday was christmas day and it was fun, but I cant help feeling disappointed. it makes me feel like such a horrible person, but I cant help but feel unsatisfied/unhappy with my gifts. i sound so horrible, because I am really grateful for what my parents got me and that I was able to celebrate christmas with them, but we make lists every year for everyone to look at and buy stuff from and it feels like no one actually looked at my list. i got lots of little stocking stuffers which were cute, but the main thing were birks and a shadowbox my mom got me. i knew I was going to get the shoes because i asked for them in august and then in october/november (for either my bday or xmas), where i tried them on along with another pair of shoes i wanted. i got the birks which I'm happy about, but i told both my parents i wanted the other shoes more but I'm still happy i got the shoes. then the shadow box is for the taylor swift concert my mom and i went to. i told her that i wanted to put my taylor swift stuff into a shadow box or something and she bought that for me, which is thoughtful but i told her i maybe wanted to do that. its also something i was planning on buying for myself. it just makes me feel like they didn't even look at my list. another thing they got me is a meat thermometer, which is not bad (because i get really stressed about cooking meat and not getting food poisoning) but ive talked to my parents a lot in the past 3ish months about the fact that I'm going to stop eating meat that i have to cook (partially because of the cooking but also other health issues) so it just feels like they don't listen to me. they did get me a hair oil which I've been needing more of so I'm super happy for that. i just feel so spoiled because i did get a lot and I'm sitting here crying over it when lots of people probably got no gifts. and its not like they didn't spend money on them too, birks are super expensive shoes, so i feel even more ungrateful. and even more so because i know my mom bought most of the gifts and shes super proud of them so i feel even worse. but when i see my older sibling and dad get everything they asked for/all of their gifts are off their lists, it just sucks a bit. its also hard because my grandmother, who notoriously doesn't like me (so much so that my parents both noticed it and have talked to our extended family about it) got me a gift that felt more connected to me than the ones my parents got me (a student cookbook, a dish towel type thing for the oven, and a puzzle of one of my favourite artworks (which i think was just lucky)). i just feel so...disconnected? from everyone here i guess? i don't really know it just feels like these gifts are separate from me, like they are for a shell of me. i don't really know how to explain it, and i know i sound like a broken record but i feel so terrible for being ungrateful/unhappy with the gifts. i don't know how to end this, so here's this.

[withjaejae]

On-stage | Jung Hoseok

contains: obsessive reader, Hoseok is a stage actor, foul language, smoking, minor character death, jail

A/N: I have no obsession with Hoseok but he is my bias, I watch too much psychopathic shows

(づ￣ ³￣)づ

Jung Hoseok, the loved theater actor. The man who conveys all emotions through his face, body language, and goodness the man can sing and dance.

He moved with every muscle, sang with his soul. Your body freezes whenever he passes by because the man smells so good. His sweat so sweet that you take a whiff of his wet clothes every after costume change.

You yearned for his attention, but what can a measly stage hand do for a god. He looks divine, and every now and then you'd hear him fuck in his dressing room and every time you wished it was you.

You tried, offering him water or wiping his sweat but you would get shoved away by the make up crew and even berate you for crossing lines. You only wanted to help.

"Has anyone seen my shirt?" Hoseok's voice asks, smooth and sweet to your ears. "I could have sworn I tossed it into my bag earlier."

"Are you sure? This happens a lot." His voice coach answers, in the corner you busy yourself with arranging the drinks and snacks on the table.

"Yeah, but that was new and it was expensive as fuck." You let out a shaky breath as you listen to him curse.

"Hoseok, you're needed on stage." The assistant director pulls him out of the room.

You're left alone, you pull the said shirt out from beneath your own and take a good whiff at it. You kick it under the couch beneath his bag so nobody would suspect a thing, it's not like there are any security cameras in the dressing room.

You follow the sounds of the stage, watching Hoseok do a stage adaptation of Black Swan, you get wet down there when you watch him move and sing.

The new director does not looked pleased even though the man was giving his best. The old director had been fired, because he once called Hoseok stupid and you took that personally. Its amazing what a scandal can do to a person's career.

"Stop!" The new director calls.

As soon as everything halts he throws the manu script on stage, nearly missing Hoseok by an inch. You were furious.

"What the fuck?!" Hoseok shouts. "Are you out of your goddamn mind?!"

"No, Jung, you are! Everything you're doing is wrong! Your moves are too stiff, you voice is so nasally, I can't even understand a goddamn word you say!" Oh, he's definitely asking for it. "Let's take a 30 minute break and start from the top, hopefully by then, Mr. Super Star can get his head screwed on back." He just sealed his fate.

Hoseok storms off stage, you keep your distance but you hear him screaming from his room and surely, he's thrown all the food off the table. Which is why you've stopped putting breakables on it.

"Take a deep breath." His coach raises his palms as if he was talking to a tiger. "Everyone is on the edge right now and PD just wants it to be perfect."

"Don't you think I fucking know that? Why the fuck was I even casted for this if I was just going to get humiliated in front of the whole goddamn crew?! Its either he goes or I do. I don't fucking need this." Hoseok pushes past his coach and heads straight out of the theater.

As always, watch him from a distance. Hoseok just needs to say the word and you'll do it. Whatever he wants, you'll make it happen.

You step outside startling him a bit. "Oh. Sorry." You shyly apologize and he just nods.

You pull out a cigarette and light it, you know he's trying to quit but he also needs one. You try to offer him a stick and he obliges, you even light it for him. He takes a long drag and keeps it in for a second before releasing his breath.

"Tough night?" You ask simply while smoking with him, you watch him from the corner of your eye.

"You have no idea. That bastard should be glad I'm doing this show with him, that ungrateful son of a bitch." Hoseok chuckles.

You had goosebumps from your small interaction.

"Kinda wished he was dead, huh?" You tried to fish it out of him.

"Kinda but I just wished he would take it down a notch." Hoseok finally relaxes after finishing his cigarette. "Thanks for the cig, YN." You freeze.

He knows your name?

"Uh, yeah, no problem." He pats you on the shoulder before leaving you with your thoughts.

Its as if his hand had left an imprint on your skin that you're suddenly filled with adrenaline.

There was still 10 more minutes before break was over, you walk inside the theater and try to pin the director.

You take a water bottle from your backpack and locate the man. He was back in his spot in front of the stage.

You casually hand him the water bottle and he doesn't even thank you before opening it and drinking it all the way down before tossing you the empty bottle and it slightly hits you in the face.

Hoseok sees this and his blood boils, not only was the director an asshole but he's fucking pig. Everyone had frowns on their faces as the director gets the rehearsal going.

You wander around the theater for a while, you won't be needed anytime soon anyway so you settle on one of the balconies, watching Hoseok and even snapping pictures of him to add to your collection.

The first time you knew of Hoseok's existence was when your friend had invited you to a play about a year ago, you were an art teacher at the time. You watched him float gracefully across the stages and you knew that he was the embodiment of art.

From that day you followed him everywhere, you bagged your chance to work in the theater when you pushed your luck in working for props, it paid just as much as your teaching job and it meant you get to see Hoseok a lot. You learned his habits and favorites, during shows when the props are finished you volunteer as a stage hand and tried getting closer to Hoseok as possible.

"Oh my god, how can this get any worse!" The director shouts again, this time at Hoseok's female partner, a string of profanities fly out of his mouth, perfect.

You make a gun gesture with your fingers. "Bang." You whisper and suddenly the director collapses.

Everyone panics, the assistant director already calling the paramedics so you run back to them, offering to do CPR but you know its useless. The poison has already reached its peak, disguised as a heart attack.

The man had high cholesterol, a wife that doesn't love him and a good insurance policy. You started digging when you once heart him complain why did the lead have to be Hoseok.

When the paramedics took over you moved to the side. They commended you for a great job and you put on a mask.

You really did do a good job. You got rid of another pig that would ruin this theater, that could ruin Hoseok.

"Is he going to be okay?" Someone in the crowd asks.

"I told him to be mindful of his blood pressure. Oh man." The assistant director speaks. "Okay guys, let's stop here and resume tomorrow, no matter what."

"Do you think its true? That this theater has a guardian angel?" One of the crew asks his companion.

"Maybe, every since we had Hoseok everything he asked for came and those that crossed the lines disappeared." The other crew answers.

"So, Hoseok is our guardian angel?" The crew asks again.

"Or he probably has one." The other responds and that leaves you with stupid grin on your face.

Hoseok was still on stage, he ponders on the events as he slowly walks back to his dressing room. It started about 8 months ago that everything he asked for suddenly arrived.

He wanted a designer bag, he got it as a gift from an anonymous fan. He always wanted a bigger dressing room for the past years and they finally gave it 6 months ago. He was once stalked by a fan but someone caught her and now his lawyer says she fled the country. The snacks he mentions, the arrangements he wants done and even the way his morning coffee was all changed into his liking about 8 months ago.

He walks in his dressing room to find you picking up all the stuff he threw earlier, he rushes to help you except he remembers your conversation during your break.

"I'm sorry for the mess." Hoseok tiptoes around you as if you'd pounce on him any second. "Its pretty bad about what happened to the director, huh?"

"He had it coming." You plainly reply, Hoseok breaks into cold sweat. "He's been eating meat and drinking beer every day here from lunch to dinner. I'm not surprised given that he was a hot head as well." When all the snacks are in the basket you get up and turn to him, he somewhat feels at ease that you had nothing to do with it. "I just helped speed up the process."

"What do you mean?" Hoseok feels his sweat run down his back.

"I can't tell you, otherwise you'd be an accomplice and it would be weird to visit you there everyday." You put the basket down on the table. "Your pretty face won't last long in prison."

"Why would I go to jail when you did it?" Hoseok's knees go weak hoping someone walks in to hear this.

"Because, he yelled at you and you yelled at him then suddenly he collapses, you tell the cops that you think I had to do something with it then they come find me and all I say is that you asked me to give him some water so he could take it down a notch, then they do an autopsy and find poison in his system." Hoseok's eyes grow wide. "Oops. Now you really are an accomplice."

"Stop. Stop it!" Hoseok turns away from you, his body is trembling. "You need to leave me the fuck alone."

"Don't say that." You slowly approach him. "Please, I'll stop it. I'll do whatever you want just don't leave me." Hoseok takes a lot of courage to face to be able to say his next words.

"Then turn yourself in. And I promise to visit you." Hoseok is a quick learner, you're obsessed with him and that you'd do whatever he says. "Either that or I leave all this behind and you'll never see me again."

You're frozen, all your adrenaline now out of your system. He did promise to see you, and maybe this way you can form a relationship with him.

"Okay, promise to visit me?" He nods. You take out your phone and dial the police. "Here. Tell the cops, I'll wait right here."

Hoseok explains everything and in a few minutes the cops arrive to take you away. His lawyer advise to keep his end of the bargain until you get sentenced.

The crew, Hoseok, and the evidence from your stuff and apartment confirms that you did murder the director because you loved Hoseok a little too much. You confessed and received life imprisonment.

7 years later...

"Hey hotshot, you've got mail." Hoseok's girlfriend hands him an envelope. "Who even sends mails these days?" She snorts.

Hoseok opens the letter and the two words on it made his blood run cold again.

"You promised."

---end---

[disco-cola]

Omfg so as I said yesterday I have corona and tonsillitis and literally can’t go out (besides crawling around the block with my dog) and my mom went grocery shopping for me which is super nice because I am too sick but she brought me STARBUCKS AND!!! MCDONALDS!!! Every single time I saw her in the past few weeks I have been telling her about Gaza even tho she didn’t wanna know but I fucking TOLD HER ABOUT THE BOYCOTT and urgently TOLD HER not to get stuff from there anymore why does that woman not listen like I don’t wanna sound ungrateful but this makes me so so mad and uncomfortable I don’t wanna eat/drink it I didn’t ask for this I didn’t even wanna accept it I HATE WHEN PEOPLE DONT LISTEN TO WHAT I TELL THEM

[bittcrsuite]

“i love that you have to separate your favorites by category. i’m the same way.” with his device still on speaker phone, he opened an app on his phone to dim the lights. the conversation felt private, as though someone would be intruding if they listened in. it wasn’t like this was the first time he talked about his favorite movies. in interviews, he often got wrapped up in talking about his interests. not only that, he got wrapped up in asking the interviewer about their interests too. a clip of him talking about troy and gabriela being villains went viral on tiktok, followed by his name trending after the internet decided he should be the next disney prince. “i haven’t seen sleeping beauty. most of the princess movies bored me as a kid, but i love the cheetah girls. cinderella is a criminally underrated song.” when harry and his sister were younger, they consumed media constantly. from movies, to youtube videos. growing up in connecticut, there wasn’t much to do. after their parents got a divorce, there was even less to do — so they experienced music and movies together. they walked down to the local theater and saw plays. their childhood was them against the world — they always looked out for one another. “i have a few. lilo and stitch and toy story 2 are my favorite animated ones. have you ever seen smart house? i was obsessed with it. i’d watch it daily.”

harry held his breath after his confession, letting out a relieved laugh at her question. he’d been so worried, only for her to sound understanding and empathetic towards his situation. often, he felt guilty for feeling so stressed. if he complained, he’d seem ungrateful. instead, harry sucked up his anxieties and pushed forward. he liked knowing that he had someone that’d hear him out when things overwhelming. he knew he could call ada or their parents, but they wouldn’t get it. it felt easier to explain his problems to someone he didn’t feel responsible for. “i appreciate it. same goes for you. i’m always here if things get too real.” he spoke gently, a small smile playing on his lips. at the mention of veronica moon, harry’s ears perked up. he wouldn’t call himself a super fan, but he was familiar with a lot of her music due to ada’s obsession. his sister ran a rumor about veronica moon by him every now and then, but harry didn’t like to speculate. he wasn’t nearly as famous as her and he still hated reading headlines about himself. he could only imagine what it was like to be her — to have people dictating your every move, to have the public believe anything that was said about you. “i know who she is, yeah. i was a plus one at her new year’s party last year.” he bragged. “i’ve never met her but my sister, ada, has her music playing on a loop. why? are you a fan?”

mari followed his countdown and pressed play on the movie at the same moment he did, sinking down into her sofa and pulling a blanket up to her chest. she hadn't felt a real connection before - but if it was anything like how tonight was going, she was hopeful for their future of friendship. she found herself wanting to learn more and more about him - even if they stayed on the phone all night and into the early hours of the morning. sure, it was early, but she could imagine just talking to him for hours. "oh goodness, there are way too many disney movies for me to even try and begin. i think it would depend on the category. if we're talking like classic animated disney movies, it would have to be sleeping beauty. i always loved the animations especially after aurora pricks her finger on the spinning wheel and the entire screen turns green. i don't know, it's just one of my favorites. but if we're talking about original movies, i might have to say cheetah girls. i forced my mom to buy me a matching yoga set so that i could be one of them for halloween," she recalled the memory with a soft laugh. "how about you? do you have a favorite disney movie?"

listening to his confession, mari couldn't help but to feel... seen. her entire life was chaos. movie deals, award shows, new albums, new music videos. mari could understand what he was going through because she happened to be living similarly. she wondered if she had ever seen him on the stage as she has used some of her free time going to different shows. "what is it like to be in a stage production?" she question, genuinely interested and wanting to know more about how different it could be compared to what she had been used to. "i would like to call you, again, too. i want to thank you for your honesty, by the way. i know how hard it is to find genuine connections with people when your whole life is filled with that chaos. but.." she paused for a moment. "i know we just met, but please do not be worried about me not being able to understand. when things get too real, please feel free to call me." his honesty sort of sparked her desire to be honest with him. she already enjoyed talking to him, she didn't want to mess that up by hiding part of who she was. however, she was just a bit scared in case he had an idea of her in his mind without truly knowing. she couldn't stop herself now. it was a simple question, really. she didn't have to explain that she was the veronica moon, she could sweep it under the rug and pretend that her whole life was underneath some other persona. she could have this very real connection with him. it wasn't like he was going to be auditioning for her next music video, right? there were many... many thoughts running through her mind, but somehow she couldn't stop herself from asking: "do you know who veronica moon is?"

[ccss10987]

My dad is complaining that he shouldn’t have to remind me to say thank you to my grandmother when she gives me a gift

I was too busy trying to act excited for a book I’m not gonna read (IT) because it is way too long. I couldn’t even sit through the 3 hour movie ;-;

They both expect me to finish it in 3 days

[lushta1es0nm3]

Fuel to the flame’s

@light164star

Pairing: Lee Juyeon x reader

Summary: You fuck with fire and you’ll get burned. But that shit feels good sometimes 😉

Warning: Mature! 18+ you have been warned

Genre: Straight up smut

A/N: Read at your own risk and if you choose to read please feel free to give feedback and request. Please enjoy. 😊

@light164star

I hope you like it sis

“Damn it!” You yelled out loud, you were pissed the fuck off. Your friends had canceled on you, the legit, had you waiting for them outside of a club for half an hour. They texted you telling you they weren’t going to make it, because they changed they’re minds. You should’ve known them bitches would do that to you.

Wasn’t shit going right for you, you had huge fight with your boyfriend, even though he was always chilled, he pissed you off when he told you he didn’t like you were short dresses. Like dude, why, you could be sexy when you want to, what the fuck? That lead to an argument, he kept saying how you were his and that he didn’t want some other guy looking at you like that. You know that look guys give girls they wanna fuck. Sis, you were already stressed and frustrated from work, plus he wasn’t giving you any dick. Just because he wanted to prove he was right, yeah right, they make toys for a reason.

You sighed and sent a quick text to your friends saying:

‘Y’all ain’t shit, I’m going home. Don’t ask me to come out next time. I dressed up and you ungrateful bitches canceled on me.’

To which they replied:

‘Let me guess, Juyeon ain’t been giving you any so you wanna vent your frustration on us.🤔’

‘Yeah, I bet her face broke out too. 😂’

‘Somebody call Dr. Juyeon, we got a serious case here. Sis loosing her mind 👏🏽👏🏽🥴🙏🏽’

They proceeded to tease you, so you put phone back in your purse and headed home. Of course Juyeon was there, laying on the couch asleep, he wasn’t there when you left, so he had no clue what you were wearing when you left the house.

You started taking off your shoes, unaware that homie had opened his eyes and that was watching you, so the sudden sound of his voice made your heart skip a beat.

“Where you been dressed like that?” He asked coolly, not moving from his spot on the couch. He was low key turned on, because, let’s be honest sis, he found you so damn sexy. The man knows he has a fine ass girlfriend, so of course he doesn’t want anyone looking at you like he was right now.

“I was going to have a girls night, but they canceled last minute.” You informed him finally freeing yourself from those blasted heels. You placed them to the side and started taking off your jewelry, ignoring how it rose up revealing your lace thong.

“What have I said about wearing stuff like that?” Juyeon started, he didn’t even bother raising his voice. In all honesty, he was getting super turned on, that mixed with the fact that he was tired of your shit. He really wanted to spank you and you didn’t even know it.

“Look JuJuBe,” you started putting your jewelry in the candy dish that sat on the table, “I’m not about to go there with you tonight. I don’t care, I wear what the fuck I want.” You undid the ponytail in your hair a shook it a little as you walked into the bathroom to take off your make up. Just as you went to grab your makeup remover you felt a large hand on your ass.

“Why won’t you listen to me,” Juyeons voice was low, something told you to stop but you did. Sis, you didn’t care, you just wanted to go to bed, you were off tomorrow and you planned on sleep in. So, you pushed his hand off and reached for the bottle of remover.

Juyeon bit his lip as he was starring you down in the mirror. You, being a brat in a bratty mood rolled your eyes and proceeded to start to wipe your make up off. Ignoring his entire existence, he shook his head and just as you threw the first cotton pad down, he took it upon himself to smack you on the ass hard.

A yelp left your lips and you turned to toward him to complain, but stopped when you actually saw the look in his eyes. He looked you over once and walked away. Sis, the man decided to contain himself a little. When you think about it, he had been hold out on you purposefully. He knew you wanted it but he wasn’t gonna give it, girl, he was intentionally torturing you.

Juyeon walked off with a word and closed the bathroom door behind him. Your ass cheek was stinging, so of course your hand was on it. You were turned on, no need to lie, sis, your face was bright red. Juyeon had never looked at you like that, like was gonna chew you up and spit you out with pleasure. The kind that makes you comeback for more. You turned around back to the mirror after a second and took a deep breathe, you looked over at the shower head and said fuck it. Might as well handle that now. But unbeknownst to you, Juyeon was still standing outside of the door, so heard everything.

A week had gone by, you were heading home, tired from a day of answering the phone and basically dealing with people. Sighing, you opened the door to your apartment, no Juyeon. You changed quickly into pajamas and grabbed a bottle of tequila you had hidden behind a few boxes in the cabinet.

Alright, let’s just say, you didn’t limit yourself and drank the whole thing. Girl, you fucked up but oh well, Juyeon wasn’t gonna be home for another few hours. By then you’d be sober enough to get your shit together. But sis, right at that moment, you felt like dressing up and taking pictures. Your drunk ass wanted to torture and tease Juyeon the same way he was doing you.

In your mind, you couldn’t help but think, how dare he walk around in free balling in sweats and a tank top. Then he decided to take his shirt off all sexy like, talking about it’s hot. Not to mention the sound of him grunting for no reason. Oh and let’s not forget how he was sleeping under you in just his boxers and the fact that he grinder into a little. What took the cake for you, seriously sis, was when he smacked your ass as week ago and stared at you like you were prey.

So, your drunk vengeful ass, took some very very sexy and explicit pictures and sent them to him, right before your drunken state caused you doze off a little. But, hey, you woke up around an hour later, most of the alcohol had worn off but you were still feeling a bit lifted. You took off the dress you were wearing, underneath it was some lingerie you had also taken pictures of and sent to him.

Now, sis, you didn’t feel like fighting with the straps to get the thing off, so, you wobbled your ass into the bathroom and took a very much need leak. Thank god the thing buttoned up at the crotch area. Sighing, you did your business and went into the kitchen and pulled out the pitcher of water and drank from it. You were slowly getting sober, you could tell, shit started coming back to you on what you did.

Haha, right on time too because, Juyeon had made it home and walked through the front door. He was in a rush by the way he threw his belongs down anywhere and went straight to find you. I’m sorry, I’m laughing because, you were fucked, you did it to yourself. The deer in headlights look was going good for you.

“How was your day?” You questioned him bracing yourself to run.

He was standing in the kitchen doorway, staring at you with set eyes, “It was good and fine up until about three hours ago.” He answered.

“Oh,” was your meek response, “what happened three hours ago.”

He smirked and your heart started running, “A very hot woman thinks it’s okay to send me explicit pictures while I’m at work.”

You nodded pretending you didn’t know what he was talking about, he took a step towards you and you took off running in the opposite direction. Let the chase began, I don’t know what made you think hiding in the closet as going to do anything but it you did. So the chase didn’t last but ten minutes.

Juyeon had grabbed you and flung you onto the bed, his shirt came off first as you tried to run, yet again. He grabbed you by your ankle and pulled you back to him with ease. Once he had you in reach, he took that opportunity to start smacking your lace covered ass.

“I’m sorry,” you whimpered out over and over again. But it feel on death ears. He flipped you over and pinned your hands above you left head. He smirked at you.

“I’m tired of this,” he said in a low voice, girl you were wet, so stop fighting, “don’t you know if you mess with fire, you get burned.” His free hand was now feeling up your boobs.

“You started this,” you tired to say, but you moaned instead, Juyeon was now pinching and pulling your nipple. He let it go and slapped it, never taking his sharp eyes off of you.

“You were saying?” He quizzed pushing your legs open so he could get in where he fit in, if you know what mean.

You shook your head, haha, you were way to aroused now, you could feel his bulge against your inner thigh. Girl, you recalled the last time you fucked when he was mad, your ass way limping the next day. But he as mad at someone else, shit you still don’t know what set him off then.

“Stop playing games with me,” he said in a low voice, as he removed his pants, “this back and forth with you has gone on long enough,” he paused and entered you completely with ease, filling you up with his large package, you were dripping wet, “after this,” he spoke harshly as he began to pound into you, “you better not let me catch you even thinking about wearing those provocative dresses.”

Your hands that we’re once pinned above your head where now gripping at his arms as you whimpered. But sis, that wasn’t what he wanted to hear, so, he grabbed your legs and pinned them wide open as he start railing you. You moaned, your nails digging into his forearm, “Fuck, Juyeon!” You managed to moan out.

This man was on a certain kinda mission, he wanted to make you feel pain and pleasure. He wanted you to beg, just like he begged you to stop being so damn stubborn. Homie pulled out suddenly making you look at him, he smirked while biting his bottom lip. You were about to ask him what he was up too, but you couldn’t get the words out.

Juyeon was at your back door, you reached your hand out to protest, you were afraid because the last time you guys tried, he didn’t fit, he was too big. But today, he wasn’t gonna stop. He took his time penetrating your hole, you squealed. Your eyes closed tightly and you held your breath, until you felt him go all the way in. Your legs were now on Juyeons shoulder and he was face to face with you. Sis, you were folded up, with nowhere to run to.

He started slow, taking his time, he pecked your lips to see if you would open you eyes, but you didn’t. He pounded into you making you open you eyes, “Look at me,” he ordered, “don’t close your eyes unless I tell you too.”

You whimpered in response, you couldn’t form words, it felt too good. You were afraid for nothing, it was so good, you felt weak, making the only thing you could do was nod. He was enjoying how tight you were around him, fuck, it made him quiver. He knew it wouldn’t take him long to burst, he didn’t give a shit, as long as he could fuck you to pieces.

He started railing your asshole making you cry out loud and throw your head back. You trembled, your whole body shook, but did he stop no, instead he ordered you to open your mouth, you complied. He let go of one of your legs and gripped your chin with his large hands. He gave you an open mouth kiss and pounded you faster, he used his other large hand to play in your folds. You couldn’t help it, you squirted a little and let out yet another loud cry.

“Fuck,” Juyeon cursed harshly taking his hand away, he himself had begun to groan. But that didn’t stop him from finishing his mission, yes, he came balls deep. He pulled out his huge cock and went straight into your folds, not even giveing you a second to adjust. He railed you harder and faster until you creamed again, he took that opportunity to kiss you harshly, yet again. This time when he pulled away, he held you up off the bed by your hips and entered your ass yet again. Not sparing even a second he harshly fucked your asshole. Your eyes had rolled into the back of you head, shit, another orgasm.

He himself was nearing his end finally, he was becoming dizzy. He let loose after slamming into you a few times before collapsing on top of you. You could feel him twitching as he emptied his load balls deep in you ass.

Neither of you knew how much time had passed. But who gives a damn when your trying to come to your senses after an intense session. You ended up dozing off a little, but when you felt Juyeon pull out, you opened your eyes. He laid down, chest to chest with you. You felt his cock brush your folds and you whimpered, but he shushed you, while stroking your hair

“I’m sorry,” you began apologized out of breath, Juyeon shushed you again

“Later,” he whispered rolling onto his side and pulling you into his arm, “just rest for now.”

Morning came, you hoped out of bed and stretched, instantly regretting it. You were sore, as expected, you dropped your arms, wincing as you made your way to the bathroom to see the damages. You didn’t get the chance to because the culprit called your name, you turned around and looked at him.

He was smiling as he walked up to you and hugged you tightly, forgetting how fragile you were at the moment. You let out a squeak and he instantly let go.

“Sorry,” he began, “I was too rough last night. I shouldn’t have done you like that.”

“Trust me, I’m not mad,” you responded, “I shouldn’t have sent those pictures to tease you.”

He stared at you for a second before speaking, “Yeah those pictures are illegal. One of the other members had my phone when you sent the first one.” He was dead serious, “I really don’t like it when you wear those dresses that barely cover anything,” he sighed, thinking to himself this would be the last time he say anything about what you wear again, “baby,” he started again, “I don’t like it when guys look at you the way I do. Some of the dresses you wear are way too damn short. I don’t want them to even think about touching or biting your ass like I do. It pisses me off just thinking that someone douche bag will look at you with the intention of trying to fuck you.”

“I know,” you cut him off, “I was being insensitive,” you hugged him, ���from now on, I’ll listen to you and you’ll listen to me,” you suggested. He nodded and you let him go and started heading towards the bathroom, while he went towards the kitchen.

“Oh, about last night” you called out from the bathroom making him turn around, “I’d love to do that again sometimes.”

He face flushed red but his eyes lowered as he bit his lips, “I don’t think you could handle it next time,” he explained, “I kinda being gentle.”

“Either way,” you smirked, happy cause it all worked out in the end, “I’d love to do it again.”

He facepalmed himself after you winked and closed the bathroom door. Knowing damn well if you didn’t stop, he’d come for you. After standing there for a moment contemplating if he should go after you or go back to what he was doing. He sighed and went towards the bathroom door and knocked, “Babe, you don’t say things like that and run off.”

[myherowritings]

PART 4. HOW THE RICH SUCK THEIR OWN DICKS

SUMMARY. Todoroki Shouto was a wealthy, young CEO who inherited his father’s enterprise. You were a barista at a local cafe who wouldn’t mind some extra cash. One day, Shouto came in during an early morning shift and tipped you such a large sum of money, you were certain it had to have been an accident. To your surprise and complete pleasure: It was not.

PAIRING. ceo!todoroki shouto x barista!reader

WORD COUNT. 2.9k

GENRE. ceo/barista au, fluff, eventual smut

WARNINGS. enji makes an appearance bleh, enji being classist, enji...ew, okay i swear most of the chapter is shouto and y/n being cute though 

A/N. ngl i have genshin brainrot real bad at the moment but i still have motivation for ceo!shouto and ceo!shouto only u.u there are only 7 parts to this series so we’re at the halfway mark already AHHH i hope u enjoy reading and lmk what u think!! :3 xx sof

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Shouto’s day went from good to bad faster than it took to pull an espresso. 

It started off with a good morning text from you and having a brief, but pleasant, interaction at your work. Actually, the past few weeks have been going along a similar routine that he found himself settling into all too comfortably. You even upheld your promise of stealing him away one weekend to walk around the park, get food, and just have time to relax and be happy for once. 

Getting to be in your presence almost daily became so normalized in his life that even some of his employees heard about the cute barista with the best pastries. Yet, although he saw you often, he found himself wanting to talk to you more and more.

But for now, Shouto told himself to settle with starting the mornings off with you. They were the best mornings he’s had in a while and he didn’t want to sound ungrateful. 

Today, however, went sour fast after he heard his father was coming up to the top floor for a meeting with him. He didn’t find the idea of Enji visiting to be the most abhorrent thing, but the moment his father opened his mouth, Shouto quickly took that back. 

As expected, his father reminded him about the annual charity gala Todoroki Enterprises was expected to attend. Handfuls of galas ran through the year, but the once hosted by Naruhata Industries under the guise of raising money and awareness for the charities of choice.

In theory, a charity gala ball sounded humanitarian and a way for the upper class to give back, but in reality, most of the funds collected didn’t go to the actual charities, instead they went to paying for the venue, live bands, entertainment, the most expensive catering, decorations, and more. What presented itself as a charitable event in the eyes of the public was really a way rich people could flaunt their wealth and feel good about themselves for doing absolutely nothing to benefit society. A way for the rich to suck their own dicks, if you would. 

Shouto absolutely hated it. 

It was also a press opportunity and, in his father’s eyes, a way to gain public favor for the Todoroki business. Today, Enji attempted to tell him that bringing a date that fit the mold of high society was the best way for him to establish rapport through media coverage. Apparently, the image news outlets have placed on Shouto were either a heartbreaker and playboy with no care for other’s emotions, or a monotonous stoic who seemed like a robot with no care for other’s emotions.

In either cases, there seemed to be a theme of Shouto not caring for others. 

He sighed. 

“You can’t keep that image, Shouto,” said Enji with his arms folded across his chest. “If the media sees you with someone—a nice girl with a good upbringing—then your likeability will increase tenfold. If there’s no one you like, I’ll have to set up a date for you.”

For a while, he was torn between telling his dad to fuck off and trying to do as he said to keep peace within the family. But then, an image of you popped into his head.

“Actually, there is someone I like.” 

Enji narrowed his eyes. “Oh? An educated girl with wealthy parents?”

“There’s someone I like,” he simply repeated, the tone in his voice growing cold. 

He didn’t know anything about your upbringing or family nor did he exactly care. Shouto didn’t want to bring a date to the dumb gala, but if he had to, he would want it to be you. Only if you agreed, of course. But if you weren’t willing, then he had to face the facts that his father would most likely force a date of his own choosing upon Shouto. 

“That’s good you like someone, son,” Enji said through his teeth, “but we have to make sure it’s not some sort of...loose woman. That’d be even worse publicity—”

“I like someone and if you really cared about my happiness like you said you did, that’d be enough.”

There was a tense silence in the air. Shouto didn’t have enough fingers to count the number of times Enji had told him and his siblings that he would try to be a better dad. A caring dad who only wanted what was best for his children. A better husband for Rei. A better example for the public. The first few times, Shouto believed it. But Enji said the same things over and over again with no lasting change and Shouto was just fed up. 

After hearing the same lie told to him over and over again, it seemed to lose its weight. He seemed to lose his hope in his father ever changing.

Still, Shouto had to deal with him for as long as he lived. That much he knew as a son living in this society. 

But he hoped Enji at least had enough guilt to let him have this.

“Fine.”

Shouto blinked in surprise. 

Enji stated, “If you think your date can help your public image and not be a complete embarrassment to the business, you can bring them.”

That was the closest thing to approval Shouto would get today. He nodded and listened along to whatever else his father had to say, the only thing actually on his mind was thinking about how he would ask you out on a date to some stuffy gala. And hope that you’d say yes.

— ✩ —

“Wait, so, let me get this straight— You’re the CEO of Todoroki Enterprises and even after almost two months of knowing you, I had no clue?”

He inclined his head, looking solemn. “Yes, I’m sorry. Are you upset with me for not telling you sooner?” 

Initial shock aside, you couldn’t say that you were too surprised at the revelation. You knew Shouto was wealthy and probably in some high-up position in the business industry, but you never knew to what extent. A CEO? That had to be the highest rank in a company! And a company as well known as Todoroki Enterprises? 

The thought made you a little nervous. The guy you slowly befriended over the course of short cafe visits and silly texts was Mr. Todoroki? Or worse— The guy you stole away from doing work for a whole weekend was someone as busy as a CEO? You internally groaned. That had to be against laws of the universe or something. 

“I’m not upset, no,” you said with a shake of your head. “I just...can’t believe it I guess.” Eyes widening, you were quick to amend your words. “Well, I can believe it. You seem very intelligent and well-put together and, uh, rich! But I guess I just didn’t think a CEO would be so funny and kind.” You winced. “Oh no, is that mean to say?”

“I don’t think it’s mean.” He shrugged. “You’re right to say most people in this field aren’t known for their delightful temperaments.” 

You absentmindedly drummed your finger against your thigh, trying to process this new information. “So you’re Todoroki Shouto...and you want me to be your date to the Naruhata Charity Ball?” 

“Yeah. I know it’s a huge favor to ask, and I promise you can say no if you choose,” said Shouto in earnest. “I don’t want you to feel obligated to agree.” 

With a hum, you stretched your legs out under the table before crossing one over the other again. It was a Saturday afternoon where you had no work and Shouto managed to escape from his for a few hours of the day. You took him to your favorite ice cream place nearby and the two of you ate at a dining area outside the establishment. 

Just a mundane day as two friends hanging out with each other where you found out one of those friends was the chief executive officer of a billion dollar business headquartered in Japan. 

Totally normal, everyday occurrences, obviously. 

“And you need a date for this event?” you asked. In all honesty, you would be more than happy if Shouto asked you out on a date. He was fun and you enjoyed getting to know him. But these particular circumstances made you a tad bit more nervous.

“I normally wouldn’t need to bring one, but my father insists it’d help my public image and in turn the image of the company.” With a pinched look on his face, he took a bite of his ice cream. “In other words I bring a date or he picks one for me.” 

You weren’t the most caught up on super rich people drama, but it was almost infamous how estranged the Todoroki family was. Again, you didn’t know much but you did know enough to say that Todoroki Enji seemed like a Class A asshole. If you could help Shouto out with his weird dilemma, you saw no reason not to. 

“So this charita gala is like where they have those live auctions and silent auctions and get tipsy on fancy wine and champagne for hours right?”

He tilted his head to the side. “Yeah. Have you attended one?” 

“Not quite,” you said with a sheepish smile. “I’ve volunteered at one in school though. As one of those runners? It was fun. I got a bunch of those tiny complimentary candies!” Your mouth watered at the memory. “What kind of drug were in those candies? I’ve never had candy so good before!”

“The tiny, circular candies with the excessively big wrapper? The fruity ones?”

You shot up in your seat, excited he knew what you were talking about. “Yes! That’s the one!” 

The corners of his mouth quirked upwards. “I always see those at these types of events.”

“So… The candy will be there at the gala you want me to accompany you to?” 

“Most likely.”

“Can I take a bunch of those from candies there…?” you asked with an optimistic grin.

“I’ll be your accomplice in sneaking them out.”

“It’s a date!” you said before Shouto could get another word out. 

You’d be reunited with those yummy, fancy candies you’ve been separated from for far too long. What other reason did you need to agree? 

With a determined look on your face, you held your hand out for Shouto to shake to seal the deal. 

He blinked. “Wait. Did you want to discuss it some more? Maybe have a few days to think it through? I’m grateful, of course, but I don’t want you regretting anything.”

“No. I won’t regret it. I’d do anything to taste those candies again.”

Shouto looked unsure what to say. “Isn’t there some parable warning people not to be bribed by candy?”

“Not to take candy from a baby?”

“No. Not that one.”

“That’s the only one I know.”

“Never mind then.” 

The two of you exchanged confused looks before letting out fits of laughter. You weren’t sure if either of you knew exactly what the other was laughing at, but the moment was an enjoyable one nonetheless. 

“Yet another reason to bring me to that fancy event— I’ll make sure you’re entertained all the way through,” you playfully bragged, smoothing down the front of your shirt. 

“The event will definitely be more bearable with you there.” He licked a small bit of his ice cream from his pink spoon, making a sound of approval. “But you can change your mind about coming at any time, Y/N.”

“I won’t,” you said, holding a pinky out. “Pinky promise.”

With what seemed like a bashful expression on his face, Shouto extended his own pinky to interlock yours. You sealed it with a kiss and a heart, like you were a kid again. 

“Now, am I supposed to be in love with you at the gala?” you asked nonchalantly, finishing off your last bite of ice cream. He offered you a spoonful of his and you tried not to grow too flustered at Shouto feeding you his dessert. You murmured a quiet, “Thanks.”

He gave you a small smile. “You’re welcome. As for being in love… I don’t think that’s necessary. Just pretend you like being around me, I think.”

Under the table, you nudged his shoe with yours, pulling a face. “I don’t have to pretend about that, silly.” 

“Ah, well,” he paused, offering you another spoonful of ice cream, “I don’t either.”

“I’m glad.” Then, “Is this strawberry? I was never a big strawberry ice cream fan but for some reason this tastes so good.” 

You ignored the nagging voice in your head that said maybe it wasn’t so much the ice cream flavor but who you were enjoying it with. 

The two of you finished his dessert in peace and after cleaning up the area with a napkin, Shouto turned to you with an intent look on his face.

“Before the gala, would you mind if I talk you shopping so you could pick out what to wear?” he asked. “I would pay of course— It’s the least I could do to say thank you.”

You shook your head. “You don’t have to thank me! You’re my friend and I want to help.” You thought about it for a moment. “And get the candy.”

“Anything for the candy.”

“Exactly,” you said in complete seriousness. “But I wouldn’t mind going shopping with you. You could help me decide what to wear! I’m not exactly sure how to dress for an event as fancy as this.”

“You could wear anything to the event and still look amazing.” His words were ones of flattery but his tone sounded completely genuine. 

Heat rose to your cheeks at the compliment. “Look who’s talking— You’re practically runway ready no matter what time of day.”

“I’ve never walked a runway before.”

You stifled a laugh at his literal interpretation of your words. Cute. “Me neither.”

He looked confused at why you were grinning, but it still brought a smile to his own lips.

By now the sun had begun to set and Shouto was walking you to the train to see you off before you went home.

“Can I pick you up next weekend in the morning?” he said. “So we can get your outfit for the gala?”

“Sure! I’ll text you my address.” 

He nodded in contentment. “And again, you don’t have to worry about any costs.”

“Is this why my friends have called you a sugar daddy?” you teased, bumping your shoulder against his as you walked down the street, side-by-side. “But thank you. Shopping will be fun— We can even match colors!” 

“Mn.” He looked between the both of you, as if trying to picture what colors would complement each other. 

You crossed the sidewalk in a comfortable silence, enjoying the scenery by Shouto’s side. A few times, you even felt his knuckles brush against yours and you had the undeniable urge to hold his hand. Would that be weird? you asked yourself before deciding against it. 

Just because he asked you to be his date for the Naruhata Charity Ball didn’t mean he actually liked you, right? It was just a favor from a friend to a friend.

Something about that though made your stomach unsettled. Maybe part of you wanted it to be a real date— Wanted this to be a real date. 

“So I won’t be seeing you tomorrow,” you said after a moment’s silence, trying not to look too dejected. 

You knew he’d still text good morning and good night and ask you random things throughout the day (all of which you found really endearing, by the way), but it was still different from seeing him in person. Even though your time together in the morning was small, they still were enough to make your day. The thought of your waking hours being so entwined made you nervous, but for some reason it didn’t bother you as much as you thought it would. In fact, it was sort of...nice. 

“I’ll see you Monday morning, right?” you asked hopefully, though you were already fairly certain of the answer.

Shouto nodded. “Of course. It’s already marked on my calendar.”

“Ever the flatterer, hmm?” 

“Not flattery, just the truth.” He pulled his phone out and showed you his (rather packed) calendar app. To your surprise, a little reminder that said ‘See Y/N :)’ was marked on his Monday schedule. 

Unable to stop the beam from spreading across your lips, you hid your face in your hands. Gosh— Did he have to be so cute? He was making it harder and harder to only like him as a friend. And even now, you weren’t sure if you liked him only as a friend.

But you pushed those thoughts away.

That was something to deal with at a later time.

When you reached the train station you normally took home, you turned to Shouto, giving him a big hug. He was tall and warm. You could feel his lean muscles through his button-down shirt as you rested your head against his chest and arms around his waist. 

“Thanks for today,” you mumbled. “I’ll see you again soon.”

After a pause, he gave you a hug back, hands rubbing hesitant circles on your back in a way that made you smile. “Text me when you get home safe,” he said as you both reluctantly released each other from an embrace.

“I will,” you promised. “You do the same! Later, Shouto!” 

And with that, you waved goodbye and boarded the train, unable to shake the unwavering grin on your face all the way home.

a/n: when shouto started feeding y/n spoonfuls of his ice cream i cried (Ｔ▽Ｔ) that’s so cUTE OF HIM LIKE PLS SIR STOP BEFORE I FALL MORE IN LOVE WITH U !! >:O he’s such a sweetheart ahhhh,, i hope all the fluff made up for the brief appearance of endeavor ಠ╭╮ಠ  FHDJKF 

what to expect in the next part:

shopping for the gala time !! 

y/n struggles with their fEeLiNGs~ part 2

oh my, y/n has to try on dresses? oh my, it’d be a shame if they needed help putting it on :o *fake gasp* 

yeah things get just a lil steamy but shh

[shinebrightlikeanarwhal]

Now that you're back, let me have some fun >:)

Have u ever listened to Beetlejuice??

Because I've been listening to Say My Name and That Beautiful Sound over and over again and it just gives me major Larvis vibes (your Salvis also fits)

(Just making it clear that I DO NOT ship Lydia and Beetlejuice)

Larry: boy, the way I see it, yur daddy should be leavin'and you should stick around, and kill him-

Travis: wha-

Larry: nothing

HOW DID YOU KNOW I WAS ON MY MUSICAL KICK TOO

Bro, same braincell??? I’m shaking my phone in excitement lMAOOOO (don’t worry, I believe you aren’t)

No cause listen! I LOVE the idea of Sal as phantom of the opera but Larry is DEF a beetlejuice kinda spook. And Travis in gothic attire while his dead parades around some ungrateful, shady second woman that overshares and practically harasses Travis to get in his hood graces.

I love goth!Travis in Lolita fashions or grunge attire with dangle cross earrings and knife accessories. Carrying around a ouija board to terrify the adults of the home.

Larry thirsting for the hot goth kid in his old home. Being blue balled by Todd and Neil (the happy couple that died tragically not long before Travis moved in).

‘Say My Name’ was literally just Larry trying to get his physical body back to woo Travis and Travis not falling for the tricks and bullying the touch starved ghost.

Tbh Larry would have ghosts hounding him for attention. Like it’s the complete opposite for Beetlejuice. He’s hot and scary. Still super powerful! He could probably have gotten Travis’ attention if he wasn’t so showy.

Lmao Larry having ghost exes running around the house looking for him and Travis just enjoys a cup of tea while Larry hides in his teapot.

Travis: *sip*

Larry: I… I’m still in the pot

Travis: yes.. male tears are delightful~

[abluescarfonwaston]

Thinking about how Barnaby would just regularly go out and show pictures of the ouroboros sign and ask if anyone had heard of it to. Literally anyone on the street as both a child and adult.

So now i’m picturing Barnaby asking the wrong person - a low ranked member who decides cleaning up this little info leak is a perfect way to show the higher ups he’s worth something- and getting attacked. Landing himself in the lap of Super hero protection courtesy of Maverick. (who is quietly trying to have the man after his favorite pawn put down) Safe to say Barnaby - who for the first time ever has a lead - is NOT happy about his new bubble wrapped child protection life. He Wants to play bait so he can draw his parents killer out into the open.

A conflict that eventually results in him explosively informing them that “I don’t need your protection!” And almost blowing a hole in the building with hundred power. Blinking his eyes open when at the lack of audible damage to see Bison took the brunt of the blow. Tiger setting down one of the other hero’s out of the blast zone while they say ‘you didn’t need to do that.’

Bison laughing and declaring that “He’s got the same power as you Tiger! You know what that means!” ‘huh?’ “You’re on bratwatch tonight! Have fun!”

“Hey wait! Don’t leave me here with him! You traitors!”

Barnaby’s sulking while Tiger calls someone- “What telling your Mom you’ll be late to dinner?” If he can annoy this stupid old man child enough he’ll probably just let him go and he can finally track down his parents killer.

Tiger glares at him through the mask. “My Wife actually.” Mouth ticks up into a snarled grin. “You know what? You’re right. I shouldn’t miss dinner just because of some brat.” He wants to cheer victory. “You’re coming home with me.”

which is how Barnaby Brooks Jr. ends up playing dolls with a 4 year old, “Why do you call Daddy Tiger?” “O-Oh its a work name sweetie! Don’t worry about it!” “Okay.” gets trapped watching a wok full of fried rice ‘don’t let it burn kid! I’ll be back in a second!’ and struggling through a conversation with Tiger’s wife who keeps trying to help him think of Hero names. [I’m not going to have one. I want them to see me and be frightened. Know whats coming for them. When i rip the Ouroburos from the earth and bleed them dry they will know Exactly why they had it coming]

Watching Tiger hug with the entirety of his body and cradle his two favorite girls in the whole world. Hearing them read their little girl to sleep each night like his parents didn’t get to and trying not to watch as Kotetsu picked his wife up off the couch and carried her to bed. Listened to him massage her legs and feet, in constant pain from the treatments to the point she could hardly stand.

Hearing Kotetsu limp exhaustedly down the steps and crack open a beer because there’s no way he’s getting to sleep without it- I’ll burn it off with hundred power if something happens.kid. Don’t worry. (Even though Tomoe Said that was bad to do. Told him not to pick up her husbands bad habits.)

“She’s sick, isn’t she?” He asked the figure in the dark.

“She’s going to be fine.” Was the exhausted reply. Hope - unfamiliar- bloomed in his chest for people he barely knew. Didn’t know he had Room left to care about people around the anger in his chest.

“Her prognosis is good?”

The sound of shattering glass and liquid spilling onto the floor joins Tiger’s  growl. “I said she’s going to be Fine.”

Which leads to Barnaby demanding they switch guards the next morning. Everyone assumes with a sigh its because of the fighting. “What the hell brat?! I let you into my home and now you’ve decided to cut me out?!”

“You have a family! You should be with them- not here playing hero! I wish I still had a family to go home to you ungrateful Ass!”

“... Alright. Change of plans.”

Cuts to Barnaby running down the streets alone. Doing everything he can to draw his attacker in. Attacking them with such ferocity when they appear they lose almost immediately. Overwhelmed by the sheer force. Barnaby is so lost in the moment he’ll take his answers in blood if need be. (oh let it be needed)

Before Tiger is there, pulling him back. The other hero’s restraining the criminal. And he’s begging and yelling and screaming. “No let me- give me five minutes with him Please I NEED to know who killed my parents!”

“I know Bunny. I know.”

“If you know then let me go!”

“I can’t. You were killing him.”

Hundred power strains against hundred power. “So what?! He’s a killer! Bastard’s getting a life sentence anyway!”

“He’s a Person Bunny. And A hero’s job is to save people. That means him and you. I’m not going to stand by and let you beat your life away for the sake of revenge.”

[supercorpkid]

A meeting with a Luthor.

Supercorp, Kara Danvers x Daughter!Reader, Lena Luthor x Daughter!Reader, Lillian Luthor x Granddaughter!Reader

Word count: 1650.

It’s becoming a thing. Seeing Lillian, you mean. It shouldn’t. It’s insane and weird and completely out of line, but still, a thing.

Like she knows exactly what you do, when you do it, and how you do it, the day when you don’t have anything planned -no dates, no L Corp, no training- she shows up at your school. This time she didn’t even leave the black car she was in, she just lowered the car window, and nodded at you. It didn’t even take convincing this time, just a nod, and you were in the car on the way to a restaurant.

“Grandmother.” You open the door and slide in.

“Granddaughter.” She tilts her head, and a little-tiny-really-small smile comes to her lips. “I was hoping you were having a free day so we could go have dinner together.”

“Dinner sounds great.” You agree, putting your backpack between your feet, and fasting your seatbelt. “I’m always down for food.”

“Of course you are.” She gives the driver directions, and out you go.

It’s a different restaurant this time. Fancier. You almost feel bad for being in your school T-shirt -like you had any other option- but Lillian waltzes in without a care for your appearance, and you follow, starting not to care too. If the Lillian Luthor doesn’t care about you walking in a fancy restaurant in your sneakers, it’s not you who are going to.

“I thought we could try some Greek food today.” She says, showing you the table, and you agree with your head.

It’s not like you never tried Greek food before. One of Lena’s favorite food is Moussaka, and somehow you think Lillian knows this, and somehow you think she brought you here, because she can’t exactly have Lena here with her without ending in a fight.

“Cool.” You sit on the table across from her. You let her order the food, she knows she has to order more food than if you were a normal teenager, so you don’t interfere. She is the one paying for it, anyway.

“Created something interesting lately?” Lillian asks, and as far as small talk goes, you rather she had started off with a lighter topic, but you shrug, sipping on your water.

“Haven’t been in the lab in a while.” You feel it in your bones when you say that. You haven’t been to L Corp in more than a month, which feels completely out of character for you.

“Oh, I hope you haven’t lost interest in science. You’re very good at that.” She says, and you look down, blushing in embarrassment. God, why do you always feel so flustered whenever Lillian throws a random compliment at you? “But I guess for a kid the superhero part is more exciting.”

“Um, no. I mean-” You think about it for a second. You’ve always wanted to go out and go supering with your momma, saving National City and feeling like you’re doing something good for the world. And honestly, when the world was at stake -not your world, but still- you went supering and it was fun. It was great, actually. But you’ve always liked science, robotics, and experiments a little more. Science was always there for you, even when you were terrible at controlling your powers, and even when your powers weren’t there at all. “I’m still interested, I just-I-Um-Have other stuff to focus now.”

And ‘other stuff’ herself, just walked into the restaurant with her parents right behind her. Maya looks at you, and you two lock eyes, while their parents talk to the host. Somehow your cheeks get even more flushed at the sight of her, and your heart skips a tiny beat. What are the odds?

It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. Actually, it wasn’t supposed to happen at all. The whole idea was to never ever in your life have Lillian Luthor, your girlfriend and -worst of all- your girlfriend-Luthor-hater’s parents in the same space. But somehow, here you are.

“Of course.” Lillian agrees, after following your eyes, and landing in the same place. “I see you’re still seeing the Rose girl.”

“Mhm.” You agree, looking back at the table. You sip on your water, just to have something to do.

“Should we invite them to dine with us?” She asks politely and you snap your head at her, at the sound of that.

“We should not. No. Rao, please, don’t.” You beg, shuffling in your chair uncomfortable. Lillian was never once the sociable type. Why the hell is she suggesting asking them to join you? It’s like… She knows. Oh. There’s a little tinkle in her eyes. A little too murdery for your liking. “Do you know them?”

“We have crossed paths before, yes.” She admits, with a little nod. “Mr. Rose is a very unsophisticated man, if I must say. A lawyer who fights only for himself. But I guess most of them do.”

“I don’t wanna hear this. It’s not my problem.” You say, a little too aggressive for your own liking, but apparently Lillian doesn’t care. She’s used to much worse.

“I would think it was, given they were so ungrateful after you saved their daughter’s life.”

“Well, they only know me as a Luthor, so-” You shrug. “Can’t really blame them for not liking me, can we?”

“I suppose not. The Luthor name has seen better days.” She sighs, and drops the subject as soon as the waiter comes in with the food. Lillian points at the Moussaka, with her head. “Lena used to like that.”

“She still does.” It’s the first thing you pick up, and her smile comes this time.

You finish eating, and while Lillian pays for dinner you make your way to the bathroom, before leaving the restaurant. You are not trying to listen to them, you really aren’t, but when you pick up Lillian’s voice saying ‘Mister Rose’, you can’t hear anything else anymore.

“Lillian Luthor.” It’s Mr. Rose’s voice. Oh no. This is bad. Too bad.

“Just thought I would introduce myself to your daughter.” Lillian says. “She is dating my granddaughter, after all.”

“Oh, I’m-Well-I-” Maya chokes on her words, and you feel bad you’re not there to protect her. Although you think if you were, it would probably be worse for her. “I’m Maya.”

“Yes, you are, dear.” Lillian says again, and you pray to Rao she’s going to walk out of there and leave all of them alone. “Mr. and Mrs. Rose, I hope the next time you meet my granddaughter you can be more respectful towards her, provided she didn’t exactly choose to be born a Luthor.”

“We know Luthors very well, they are born evil.” It’s Mrs. Rose’s voice that you hear now.

“I would’ve believed so. But that girl doesn’t exactly meet these criteria. So, I would appreciate you having a little bit more care about what you say to her and how you treat her.”

“Is that-Is that a threat, Mrs. Luthor?” Mr. Rose tries to pretend he is unaffected, but you hear his heart almost beating out of his chest.

“Please, don’t be ridiculous Roger.” Lillian adds a little scoff to his name. “We both know that if I was threatening you, you wouldn’t have to ask me that.”

Oh Rao, no. That was a threat.

“Please, enjoy your dinner.” She adds a little later. “It was nice meeting you, Maya.”

Nothing more is said, and you suspect she has finally stepped away from their table. That’s when you leave the bathroom, though you have finished your business long ago. You make your way out of the restaurant, to meet Lilian there, waiting for you. You both slide back in the car in silence.

“Should I add Greek food to your list of favorite foods?” Lillian asks, like she actually has a list of your favorite foods. You know what? She might as well have a whole list of your favorite things.

“You shouldn’t have done that.” You look at her. She initially looks confused, but then it sinks in. “Did you forget I have super hearing?”

“I have to admit, yes.” Lillian confesses, pressing her lips together.

“You threatened them.”

“I did no such thing.” She defends herself and you roll your eyes. Both to the lie, and to the phrase you have heard Lena saying so many times. How annoying it is finding resemblance between them.

“Saying that you are not threatening someone is the definition of a threat. You of all people should know that. I would’ve thought you have threatened several people in your life.”

“Well, my threats never sound like that. So you have nothing to worry about.” She looks to the front, like she doesn’t want to talk about that anymore, but still adds. “Should anything happen to them, I guarantee you, it was not my doing.”

“So, you promise?” You ask and she turns her face to you again. You lift your little finger in front of your face, and she sighs.

“This is a childish pact.”

“It’s an oath, nonetheless.” You don’t move. She stares at your little finger and breathes heavily. It takes her a few seconds, and reluctantly she intertwines her little finger with yours.

“Then, I promise.”

You smile looking at Lillian’s finger intertwined with yours. What are the odds, right? You feel the car stopping, and you unattach your fingers, looking at your house behind you. You unfasten your seatbelt, pick up your backpack, and leave the car. Before closing the door, you look at her, still inside.

“You can add Japanese food to my list of favorites.”

“I know a fine Japanese restaurant.” She says, almost to herself, like something she should remember, a plan.

“We should go there next time.” You smile and salute her off. “Grandmother.”

Lillian smiles a little, and tilts her head at you. “Granddaughter.”

Notes:

Thanks @adeledewittj for this prompt, I love writing Lillian.