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hot-wiings · 4 years ago

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The One Where [Y/N] [L/N] Can't Show Up To Her Toxic Family Dinner Alone, So She Turns To Her College Peer For Help.

Edited: 12-4-2020

Once your college professor dismissed the class as over you were quick to open your phone and check your messages. Once unmuted, it vibrated and chimed a dozen times bombarding you. Messages from your mother overflowed your notification bar. You just didn't have the energy to deal with it right now. With a scowl, you set your phone back to mute mode and harshly shoved it into your backpack.

"Everything all right?"

Your chemistry partner was pilling books back into his backpack when he asked you the imposing question. He zipped the bag close, stood up, and turned to you, giving you a concerned look as he slung his backpack on his shoulder.

"I'm fine."

"We've been partners for nearly a year, I think I know you enough to know when you're not fine."

Your eyes glanced up at the white-haired man before glancing back at your lap. Your chemistry partner, Natsuo Todoroki, was a nice young man. Natsuo was funny and kind, he noticed when you were having a bad day, and he'd try to ease your troubles. Maybe that was why you often found yourself studying your partner more than your notes. Normally you'd relish under the gaze and attention of your charming, pretty partner, but today wasn't just one of those days.

"It's stupid. Like, really stupid, and unimportant."

"If it's bothering you then it's not stupid. C'mon, I'll buy you lunch and you can tell me all about your problem."

You huffed as you stood up and pulled your bag over your shoulder. You followed Natsuo to the cafeteria, while he walked off to get and pay for your lunches, you found some empty seats. Your leg bounced as you waited for him to come back. The idea of opening up about something so personal made you anxious.

"It's Soba Saturday."

"Thanks."

Natsuo took a seat across from you and smiled as you took a bite out of the food. Happy that you were happy with your food, Natsou digs into his own.

"So partner' what's up?"

"As I said, it's really, really, stupid."

"You're obviously worked up over it, it can't be that stupid."

You let out a ragged sigh as you took a delicate bite out of your food. Embarrassed, your eyes avoided him once you swallowed and set the fork down. Natsuo had shared so much with you as a friend and confidant, you knew about his family, every nitty-gritty detail, but you opened so little in return.

"My mom texted me asking if I was bringing a date home for Christmas. My parents... They're pretentious and rich, you know? Marrying, and settling down, becoming a house mouse while my husband takes over the family business. That's the future they want for me."

You clenched your fists just getting aggravated thinking about it. The toxicity was hard and you were trying your best to escape it, but you could only flee so much when you were poor without your parents. Natsuo reached across the table and grabbed your hands, pulling them into his cold ones.

"I know if I show up alone my mom's gonna get in my business, then she'll try setting me up with rich men she thinks are suitable. I just- I can't do another family Christmas alone."

"I understand what you mean. I told you how my dad's a bastard, he's tried setting me and my sister up with suitable people before, never works out, just makes us hate him. I don't even wanna go home for Christmas this year, so... I have a proposition."

"I'd love to hear it."

"I'll go with you."

His voice came out quick and fast, almost making him sound nervous, but Natsuo didn't get nervous, it wasn't a Todoroki trait. You look up from your lap to his eyes. A small smile formed on your face as he proposed the statement. You let out a chuckle as a light blush brushed your face.

"You wanna be my date?"

"We don't have to go like that, we can fake date. Think about it, you need a rich, suitable guy to show up with you. You need me. Someone to convince your pretentious parents you're ready to settle down, and, I, can get out of my own family Christmas and obligations to see the bastard man."

"Fake dating... Fake dating and convincing my parents that we're in love. That's a lot to deal with, you're sure your up for it?"

"Yeah, you might say... We already have some chemistry together."

You laughed as that feeling bubbled up in your chest. That feeling you got whenever you were around your partner, your lab partner. It was stupid, so stupid. The idea of fake dating him bubbled you, even if it was fake, the idea that he got to be your boyfriend for an evening or two excited you.

"Okay, you dork, it's settled. You're my fake boyfriend."

Your leg bounced rigorously as the car drove on the road. You watched the road signs, anxiously noting how far away from your home you were each time a new one appeared. You lived a couple of hours out from the city you and Natsuo attended college in. Coming from a rich family, you and Natsuo probably would've attended the same social circles and school had you not grew up so far away.

Your thumb tapped away at your leg as Christmas music blared through the radio. Your whole body screamed anxious and distressed. Now that you've had time to brew and process the deal you and Natsuo made you regretted it. What were you thinking, taking your lab partner, who was also your crush, on an overnight trip as your fake boyfriend? It was just going to cause you trouble.

You had feelings for him and your family was toxic. The idea of letting him in was disturbing. It was your home where you grew up, the place you learned to hate yourself, the place that taught you to be closed off, and mean. He'll meet your mom, your dad, and your godawful siblings. He'll see how horrible your family is, and the idea of letting him see the environment you grew up in was so daunting.

What if he decided you were awful too? What if he changes lab partners?

"We're here."

"Great."

Your voice came out placid and tight. Your nervousness and exhaustion could be heard in your voice. Emotions brought out every time you saw your family, he mistook it as nerves brought on by the fear of fake dating.

"We should probably lie down some rules."

"Yeah, I've never fake dated before. I don’t know what you're uncomfortable with, but no kissing on the lips."

Natsuo pulled his keys out of the engine ignition and pocketed them while he lightly laughed at your proposed rule. Heat rose to your cheeks as his voice met your ears.

"We're supposed to convince them we're in love, but I can't kiss your lips?"

"I know it's silly, but to me it's romantic and I’d like to keep this professional. Besides, you still have my cheek, hand, nose, and forehead."

“I see your points, if it makes you feel more comfortable then lips are off-limits.”

You let out a relieved sigh. You weren't sure you'd handle kissing Natsuo. It was too personal, too romantic. The more you progressed on this endeavor the more you worried. Your parents were gonna know, they were gonna know.

"No kissing your lips, what about hand-holding?"

"We can hold hands, hug, anything a couple would do, just no sex or kissing."

"Two days, as a handholding loving boyfriend. Let's do this."

Natsuo got out of the car and while you zipped up your coat and fixed your scarf he rushed to the other side of the car and opened your door before you got the chance. His cold hand was on your hand pulling you out of the car, he smiled softly at you as he helped you out.

“Thanks, you didn't have to do that.”

“I wanted to, I'm your boyfriend after all.”

You pushed a piece of hair behind your ear as a light blush spread across your skin. Never had you been more thankful for the cold air for you had been able to play your pink cheeks off as an effect of the cold weather and not his words.

“You go in, I’ll get our bag.”

“You sure?”

You nibbled on your lip as Natsuo walked away from you. He turned to you with an ever-growing smile present as he winked.

“Yeah, I'm a good boyfriend aren't I?”

“The sweetest ever. See you inside.”

You made your way to the door and gave the heavy wooden door a hard knock. It wasn't long until one of the servants opened the door. The head butler, Godwin, opened the door and threw you a gracious smile before pulling you into a hug.

“Welcome back, [Y/N].”

In your time living here as a child, Godwin spent a lot of time with you. It was his job to watch over you and your siblings along with the other staff members when your parents were gone, which was often. He was the one who taught you to be kinder and nicer, more humble than your other siblings. He was the one who encouraged you to go to college despite your parents raising you to live in a world with their racist, sexist ideals.

“It’s good to see you, Godwin.”

Your mother came down the stairs with her overly expensive Christmas dress flowing with her. She looked like the average rich person trying to show off her money. Pearls, diamonds, and obvious plastic surgery. Your father followed behind her, adorning an expensive tailored suit and a matching tie, no doubt your mother's idea to make it seem like they had a perfect marriage to their guests when it, in fact, was not.

“Oh, [F/N], you're here!”

She walked up to you and awkwardly wrapped her arms around your body. It was weird and awkward. Your mother didn't like giving affection out to her children, or really anyone. Now that you were older, you didn't crave the attention from her. Your father didn't even attempt to greet you.

“I thought you said you were bringing a guest, Oh I knew you were lying. Lucky for you I thought ahead and arranged for one of your father's friends to come over as your date for the evening.”

“Mother, anyone friends with father is going to be way too old to be a date for me, besides that fact, I did bring a date.”

“Oh, don’t be embarrassed to ask your mother for help, I did give birth to you after all.”

She sneered her words at you. This was a classical move of your mothers because she gave birth to you then that must mean she knows you better than anyone else, she also used it in the stance that you owed it to her to do what she wanted.

“You’ll love him. He's the owner of a multimillion-dollar company, he's rich, and his wife just died! You’ve been single for so long, you need a man to take care of you”-

Your mother is cut off by the sound of Natsuo walking in with your bag and slamming the door shut, trying to keep the cold out. Considering it was an overnight trip, you thought sharing a bag might make you look more intimate and close.

“Sorry I took so long babe, I didn't zip the bag all the way closed and it opened on the ride here, I had to put everything back in it.”

“Mother, father, this is my boyfriend.”

Natsuo dropped your bag on the floor and shook your parent's hands starting with your father, and then your mother next, respectfully the way you shook hands with the rich. You supposed growing up as a Todoroki he had to learn these tricks and rules the same way you did.

“Natsuo Todoroki, nice to meet you, sir, ma’am.”

“Oh wow, Todoroki? Like the hero family Todoroki?”

“Yes, ma’am... Endeavor is my father.”

You could tell by Natsuo's stance that he was uncomfortable with the way your mother was asking about his social status and checking him out with a tight fake smile on her face.

“Yes, I remember now, I saw your family on the news. How did you snag this one [Y/N]? A Todoroki, I'm impressed, then again... He is the brother who chose not to follow the life of a hero.”

You both ignored your mother's catty comment as Natsuo grabbed your hand and pulled you against his side. He kissed your cheek, eliciting a light blush for the second time that day, however, your mother's focus was on your 'boyfriend', and his focus was on your mother.

“Feels more like I'm the one who snagged her.”

“Well, you must tell us how you met. Goodwin! Take their bag up to [Y/N]'s room!”

You rolled your eyes as she yells at the butler. You'd think after years of working for her she would've remembered his name, but she didn't.

“Godwin, we can take our bag up, we need to change into our dress clothes anyway. Mother, you really should remember the names of your staff.”

“They're just the help, details like their names don't matter. Ever since you went off to that school it's put silly ideas in your head. Natsuo don't be afraid to remind her who's boss, she might try to force those ridiculous relationship norms on you.”

The comment comes from your father who had been mostly silent throughout the whole conversation. The comment comes from your father and it didn't sit well with Natsuo. As your father laughs at what he said, Natsuo picks your bag up and chuckles at him.

“Oh, [Y/N] and I both know who the boss of this relationship is. [Y/N] attends more classes than me, so I always make sure the apartment is clean, and food is ready on the table for her. It's only fair, I wouldn't want her to think these ridiculous relationship norms where the woman cooks and cleans and the man provides is right.”

Before your father gets another word in edgewise, Natsuo pulls you along with him to the staircase, letting you guide him to your bedroom with appeased smiles on your faces. You pushed the door open and let Natsuo in before closing it and locking it. You flopped over on the bed, and he followed suit before taking a look at your room. It was the same as always, the way you left it after high school, never changing except for when little things got moved around for dusting and vacuuming by Godwin.

“So... What'd you think of my parents?”

“They’re... interesting?”

There were a wide variety of choice words Natsuo wanted to use. He did not like your parents, and it bothered him knowing that you grew up being raised with such ideals. Natsuo might have had a bastard for a father, his father might have hurt his mom, and his family in more ways than one, but his father never once told Fuyumi that she couldn't pursue her dreams. He never once told Fuyumi that she had to follow old gender norms, never once was Fuyumi taught to layover for a man.

"It's okay, you can say it. They're good awful."

"I didn't want to upset you or offend, but my father literally drove my mom insane, he gave her a mental illness and he's nice compared to them."

"Just wait until you meet my siblings."

You let out a laugh as your fingers played with the blanket on the bed. Your hands were so close. It was sweet to him, the sound of your voice. He'd never admit out loud, but he was so in love with you. Ever since he first laid eyes on you in chemistry class. Ever since you sat down next to him and introduced yourself, ever since you accidentally blew up your first experiment. Ever since you kept apologising for catching him on fire, you hadn't a clue who he was, or who his father was. You were normal with him. Every little thing you did lead up to his feelings for you. Every little thing you did added to the strong feelings had had, like a brick house.

To the naked eye, Natsuo was a desirable man. He was rich, filthy rich, and he had that Todoroki charm. Everyone wanted him for his status or his looks. They didn't know him, the real him, him with an abusive father and fucked up family. For all those reasons, Natsuo always thought that you wouldn't want to be with a boy like him. Someone who came from such a broken background, someone so weak, unable to stand up to his father. Guys like him never got the girl, at least not the girl that he wanted but Natsuo also never imagined that you came from a background similar to his. It was so ethereal and special to be here with you, to be the one you were opening up to, even if it was a fake relationship, Natsuo was trying desperately to shoot his shot.

"You're so strong, you know that? Your parents raised you with these unrealistic standards on how you should act, but you're in college, you're pursuing your dreams. You're amazing."

Natsuo's hand reached out and grabbed yours, his cold one in yours soliciting goosebumps and a little shiver. You quickly tried to pull your and out of his and stood up to make it look like you weren't trying to avoid skin contact with him.

"Thanks, Natsuo... You're amazing too, I mean hello, they way you subtly told my father to shove his marriage ideals? It was hilarious, he was not expecting that."

You looked away from Natsou to hide the blush in your cheeks, you were thankful for the way he stood up to your father for you. You could never have done that in a million years.

"Anyway, we should probably get dressed, and go down before my mother thinks we've started having sex. You can get dressed in here and I'll go to the bathroom, just knock when it's safe for me to come out."

You grabbed your dress out of the bag and scurried into the bathroom. You started with makeup, then you reapplied your deodorant. You were so nervous that your family would see right through your lie. After taking a few deep breaths you heard Natsuo's knock so you quickly unzipped your silk, baby blue dress and pulled it up to your body. Nervously, you popped your head out the door and bit your lip.

"Can you... Can you zip me up?"

"Sure!"

You let the door open more and pulled the front of your dress tight against your body, worried and nervous to be partially naked in front of him. Natsuo sauntered into the bathroom and zipped the back of your dress up. His cold hands glide up your back and then fell down on your hips. It made you shiver again before throwing him a grateful smile.

"Thanks."

"No problem, you look beautiful."

You looked in the mirror at the two of you together. This time as the blush rose to your cheeks you didn't have the cold to blame or the ability to turn around and hide your face.

"Ready to meet the rest of the snake nest?"

"I survived your parents, I think I can handle your siblings."

Arm in arm looped together you made your way downstairs and into the entertainment room with Natsuo. Your siblings were sitting on the couch, but once you walked in their eyes struck you. They heard you brought a date and they wanted to check him out. Their eyes glazed over him some of them in interest, some in disinterest. All judging.

"I heard you brought a boy, didn't believe it."

The comment comes from your older sister. Her voice was full of disdain and disinterest, undoubtedly ready to leave.

"Yeah, mother said you brought a boy, didn't think he'd be so hot."

Natsou coughs uncomfortably as you showed a tight, fake smile to your sister. You couldn't lie, it hurt that your younger sister would so blatantly flirt with your boyfriend upon meeting him, whether he be fake or not.

"Don't be such a slut, [Sisters Name]. That's your sister's boyfriend."

Your older brother scolded his youngest sister for her lustful behavior and she rolls her eyes before she crosses her arms in a pout. Your brother was the nicest out of all your siblings. He was nice to you and your siblings in his own way, protective of his younger siblings, constantly scolding and trying to keep you all in place. That didn't mean he couldn't be a snake, he could just tolerate you and your siblings more.

"Besides, he's not all that hot."

"Oh he totally is, it's seriously a wonder how [Y/N] got him."

You brought Natsuo over to the couch and sat down next to him. You even made sure to sit close to him, close enough so you could lean into each other like a cute couple.

"I think I prefer your parents."

His words whispered in your ear earning a light chuckle from you. Your sister, the younger one, evidently didn't like how close you both were. With a harsh glare, she rolled her eyes again.

"How did you even meet? Seriously, I wanna know why he would downgrade to someone like you."

Natsuo scratched the back of his head awkwardly and nervously He didn't understand why your siblings were so mean to you. His father was a bastard, that closed you off, that he could get. Despite that, he and his siblings never put each other down like they were doing.

"More like she downgraded to me. We met in school, lab partners. She had all the boys chasing for her in school, but somehow she chose me."

Your sister scoffed and this time you rolled your eyes. She always gave you such shit over the littlest things. You didn't have the energy for this, at least not sober. You whispered into Natsuo's ear softly.

"I need a drink, you want one? We'll need it to get through the evening."

"If your alcohol mixing skills are anything like your chemistry mixing skills, then no."

"Meanie, I'm a great chemist, I practically carry our grade."

Natsuo chuckled against your cheek, before pulling back and kissing it. Again, a blush adorned your cheek with no way to hide it. It was brief and quick, but his cold lips ghosted against your cheek. All you could do was abruptly stand up with a smile on your face.

"I'm gonna go find an alcoholic beverage. I'll be right back, play nice with him."

Natsuo watched helplessly as you walked off into the distance. He sat there quietly, patiently waiting for you to come back. Natsuo was such a cool, calm collected guy, but alone with your siblings, he felt nervous. Seeing the way they acted with you gave him a bad impression of them, but he has to play nice because he was your boyfriend.

"You know, an alcoholic drink does sound great."

Your older sister stood up from the couch and walked off in the same direction as you did, the kitchen presumably, to make herself a drink as well. Soon, your brother left the room as well, your little sister bit her lip as she watched your brother walk off in the direction of the bathroom. She was quick to stand and in the place you once held occupied.

"My sister said play nice, but I'd rather play rough."

She slid her hand over his thigh and inched it closer to his crotch while she smiled up at him, nibbling on her lip.

"What are you doing? I'm here with your sister, I'm her boyfriend."

"Ugh, what do you even see in her? She's not even pretty."

Before Natsou could reply, before he could defend you, your sister climbed across his lip and planted her lips against his. He wasn't kissing her back, but with her on top of him, her pressing her face against his, and her fingers deeply gripping his clothes it was difficult to get her off of him. He wasn't kissing back, he was trying to push her off but as you walked up with two margaritas in hand all you saw was your fake boyfriend kissing your sister.

It hurt. It shouldn't have, but it hurt. He wasn't yours, not really. He was just your lap partner, your friend. He wasn't your boyfriend, you were just fake dating. He wasn't yours. He wasn't yours, but it hurt to see your sister all over him. He wasn't yours, but for the night he was supposed to be. He wasn't yours but for the sake of your lie you did what any girl would do after finding her boyfriend cheating on her: You dumped your margarita down the skank.

"[Brothers Name] is right, you are a slut! And you- you-"

As your sister pulled herself off of Natsuo she looked up at you shocked with alcohol dripping down her body, you ignored her and turned your attention to Natsou. Your eyes were blurry but you had to will yourself not to cry.

"I don't need you here. You can just leave."

You didn't wait for Natsou to get up and leaves nor did you want for him to talk and explain anything to you. You simply took off in the direction of your bedroom, slamming the door behind you. Natsuo quickly jumped up on his feet and took off in the direction of your bedroom. He didn't knock, he didn't wait for permission, he just busted in and ran over to you.

"If you want to make out with my sister, that's fine. I get it, she's pretty, she's hot, she's better than me. She's everything you'd want, but you were supposed to be here with me! You were supposed to be here as my boyfriend! My parents were supposed to think we're in love. You were supposed to be mine, I don't care if it's fake, you cheated with my sister!"

The tears were leaking down your cheeks as you yelled at him. No words could pass Natsuo's lips, no matter how hard he tried. They couldn't. Seeing your tears, a product of him hurt. It hurt. He hurt you. He was trying his best to shoot his shot, he was trying to subtly woo you.

"Your sister came on to me, I tried pushing her away. She's really is a snake, you said it yourself!"

You still sniffled as you nodded at him. He was right, you had said that. He was right, she is a snake and this is exactly what she would do just to screw with your life.

"I'm sorry, your right. I shouldn't have acted like that, you're not actually mine. Natsuo, I do need you, I need you here."

"What if I wanted you to really be mine?"

You sniffling stopped as Natsuo took closer steps to you. He placed his hands on your cheeks and pulled your lips against his. This was different from earlier. The kiss wasn't quick, it was long. It was long and passionate, yet cold. Despite your shivers, you found yourself leaning into him, into the kiss.

"You- You can't do that, it's against the rules."

"Screw the rules. I just- I wish you needed me every night of the year, not just Christmas."

Natsuo ran his hands through his hair nervously. He thought speaking against your father and defending you against your sister was enough to get his point across. This idea of verbally speaking it, it scared him. This was uncharted territory for him.

"I want you [Y/N]. I want you every day of the year. I want to kiss you on the lips, I want to hold hands, I want dates and hugs. I want more than chemistry class and Christmas gatherings."

"Then you can have me! Have me every day of the year. Be mine, every day of the year. Take me on a date, hold my hand, kiss my lips!"

Natsuo pulled you against him and your face collided with his chest. You buried your face in his chest as your arms wrapped around his body and a smile formed.

"Let's not fake date, be my actual girlfriend."

You leaned up and left a quick chaste kiss on Natsuo's lips with a smile.

"I don't want anyone else to be my actual boyfriend, I suppose you might say we chemistry."

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tommydoesntpayforsuits · 3 years ago

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some pretty asks✨

angel; is there anyone you’d do anything for?

charcoal; do you have a good relationship with your parents?

Hiyah!

angel; is there anyone you’d do anything for?

My dog, Charlie. There is very little I wouldn’t do for my dog. I genuinely don’t and have never had an emotional connection with anyone like my dog. Hardest part of being in a different country is being away from him. He’s like my son.

charcoal; do you have a good relationship with your parents?

Fuck no, sorry to say. I really don't. We don't even speak anymore. They don't treat me very nicely.

Hey, maybe I'll write a fic on it. Channel that anger.

Anyway. What a lovely way to introduce myself. I hope I haven't spooked you off, it's just my parents spike an anger in me.

Brief description of awful people:

My mother is very manipulative, conniving, and a pathalogical liar. She's a narcassistic, cruel woman who always made it a point to show me how she prefers my oldest cousin. Sometimes, she's desperate to scream and insult me, so she picks a fight, no matter how many times I don't engage, until it reduces me to tears.

My dad is fucking whipped. I don't even think he loves my mum anymore, because who could ever love that? A woman who drains you of every ounce of being to feed her ego. Only stays with her out of duty. But many times, he's let her treat me this way. And when I don't speak to them (like now), he sends me money to make up for it. It doesn't. Just makes me feel bought, and cheap, and makes me feel like he's buying my silence. Like they're buying a service where they can hurt me in some way.

That's another thing, they think sending money is a cute way out of giving an apology and recognising wrongdoing. Now I just have some savings building up cause i feel too guilty to spend it. It's all very long, very contrived and very, very dark. My parents aren't good people.

#marina's asks #datewithgianni #tw my fucking parents

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ye4gerismarchives · 4 years ago

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an: i really do feel bad for not being able to reach requests before xmas. so please have a chapter from my brand new leopika story.

warning: n/a

Swardini City, Swardini

September 2001

Kurapika stepped off the bus feeling like a completely new person. Maybe that was a little cliché but that's how he felt. Even though he carried his Kurta heritage in his heart and would always be welcomed back to the clan, Kurapika felt like he was letting go of it. He didn't see anyone wearing any kind of cultural attire here.

It was funny to him though. Swardini City was supposed to be one of the most diverse areas in the world. Kurapika expected people to be singing and dancing or something! All there was were people cussing other people, women in suits on the phone, and nosy tourists. The Kurta shook his head. Maybe he'd find more diversity and embrace his own culture once he lived here a bit. Right now, his focus was on surviving the city.

The twenty-year-old had applied for a daycare job in Swardini City. When he told the clan about his desire to leave, they questioned his career choices and how he was going to live. At first, Kurapika had no idea. But he remembered that a lot of people trusted him with their kids. "I'll be a caretaker," he blurted. The elder, his parents, and a few clansmen thought amongst themselves and agreed. They put together some money for him because they knew Kurapika needed a place to stay. As they did that, Kurapika started searching for jobs. After weeks of exploring online, he finally found Swardini City Angels. It had good reviews and from the photos, it seemed like a good environment. Kurapika immediately applied. He did an interview and met the owner, Melody. She was a short woman, with gray like skin and her hair was silver. Her face looked young and happy. They clicked instantly. Melody gave him the job on the spot and asked him to come for a tour later on just to make sure he still wanted to job.

Kurapika was here now for his interview. The daycare looked sad on the outside but once you walked in, it exploded with color. The Kurta was greeted by Gel, the long, darker-toned woman who handled the front desk. "You're here for the tour right?" she asks kindly. Kurapika nods yes. "Alright, let me get your tour guide." Gel gets up from her seat at the desk and goes down a hallway. Three minutes later she comes back with this long, tan, and incredibly handsome man. Kurapika gasps quietly. He quickly closes his small mouth when the handsome man stops in front of him.

"Hey, I'm Leorio. I'm an infant teacher. I'm also going to show you around," he says cheerfully. Leorio puts out a hand for Kurapika to shake. Instead of shaking it, Kurapika just holds it. Leorio smiles awkwardly at the smaller boy and finally forces his hand out of his grip. "Let me show you around. It shouldn't be too long." Leorio's cheerful tone remains. Kurapika nods, still mesmerized by this man. Leorio gives him one awkward look before turning on his foot. The look managed to get Kurapika out of his daze. He tried not to show it but inside he was freaking out. Control yourself, Kurapika, he thought to himself.

"So, here's the lounge. It isn't too big because most of the teachers eat with their kids. There aren't a lot of infant teachers, so the few of us hang out in here," Leorio starts. He's pointing to the first door of the hallway they had just entered. Leorio turns to the left and goes down another hallway. "This hallway has the preschool classes. There are only three. We won't go to all of them but we'll look at your future class," Leorio explains. He flashes Kurapika a smile. Kurapika smiles back, unsure of what to say. Leorio goes down the hallway and knocks on the door right of the hallway. Within a few seconds, the door is opened. "Baise, how are you?"

Baise was the teaching assistant of Kurapika's future (or possible) class. She had always worn shoes that would boost her height. The woman had magenta-colored hair that was tied back. "I'm fine, Leorio. I assume this is the future teacher?" Leorio nods. Kurapika nods with him. "I'm Kurapika. It's nice to meet you," he says simply. Baise lets out a little 'mhm' before moving out of the way so the two could enter.

The minute Kurapika stepped into the classroom, he was met with "oooh"'s from multiple children sitting on one big carpet. His face reddened slightly. "Oh, you just be Kurapika!" Kurapika turned his attention to a heavily pregnant woman sitting in front of the children. She had shoulder-length hair and wore a pink sundress. She attempted to get up but Leorio started to freak out. "Oh no! Pyon sit down. You're pregnant, please!" She rolled her eyes at his comment and sighed. "I would introduce myself but Leorio's big mouth covered that for us, huh?" She laughed as Leorio muttered a sorry. Pyon turns to her class. "Hey, kids. This is Mr. Kurapika. He most likely going to be your new teacher," she says. The kids gasp and whisper small things like "really?" and "huh?". "Unfortunately, I have to stop working for a bit because of my baby. Mr. Kurapika, will be taking over for me. But I promise to come visit," Pyon continues. She looks back at Kurapika, "Why don't you introduce yourself?" Kurapika hesitated for a moment. He was probably going to stay with these kids for a while, it'd be best.

"I'm Kurapika-."

"We know!" one kid exclaimed.

The Kurta was taken aback by the comment but he laughed it off. "You're right," he says, "I'm from the Luskos Province. I loved there for all 20 years of my life and I'm so excited to start living here and to get to know everyone here." Kurapika decided to leave it at that. He didn't want to bring up anything about Kurta Clan. There was an awkward silence. Pyon clasped her hands, ending it. "Thank you, Mr. Kurapika. I'm sure the kids can't wait to work with you either. It's probably best for you to finish your tour." Kurapika nods and looks back at Leorio, who was opening the door. He turns back to the class and flashes a kind smile. "Thank you for having me here today. There's a good chance I'll see you again." Maybe Kurapika would take the job. Everyone keeps referring to him as the "future teacher". He couldn't let those kids down.

Leorio and Kurapika said their goodbyes to Baise and were soon standing outside of the classroom. "They seem nice," Kurapika soon says. Leorio lets out a chuckle before responding, "Yeah, they're so sweet and adorable." The taller boy starts walking out of the hallway and goes down the one they were originally in. He stops at these three doors. Two of them were across from each other and one was in front of him. "I work in these two rooms," Leorio says, pointing to the rooms across from each other. "If you need anything, I'll most likely be in these two rooms." Kurapika took a peek in the room on his left. Seven toddler-babies were playing on a carpet. He lets out an "awe". Leorio grins proudly as if they were his own kids. "Yeah, they're awesome!"

"They must be since their caretaker is so so sweet," Kurapika said in a sing-song voice. Leorio winks at him before placing his palm in the back door- the only door he didn't go over. "This leads to the playground. You'll get a schedule and you'll know when to take them." Leorio flashes another mesmerizing smile at Kurapika. Kurapika attempts to smile back but he can't stop thinking about how attractive Leorio is. The two don't say anything for a while. "Should I walk you out?" Leorio asks. The smile remains on his face, however, it's awkward again. Kurapika nods for like the hundredth time. "Yes please."

The walk up the hallway was silent. Why are you so weird? You see one hit guy and - ugh! The Kurta thought to himself. Gel wasn't at the front desk anymore, leaving Leorio and Kurapika in the lobby. Kurapika walks towards the entrance of the building, but he's forgetting something.

He turns around and looks at Leorio. "I'll see you in a week. I'm taking the job."

#leopika

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luthorao3 · 3 years ago

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I forgot I sent in the Selkie!MC thought! But thank you for reminding me and also thanks for the Nadia thought because now all that's in my head is this following idea of how she finds out about MC (if you have your own idea please share, I'm just chucking mine out because I'm a mess for these characters and the myth and folklore genres).

Also forgive the length of it, I started typing and the idea grew much, much further than intended. I should not be as invested in mythical and folklore creatures as I am, but once I start thinking it does. not. stop.

Anyway, here's the initial idea I had:

Nadia's not a fan of hypocritical behaviour because, fine, some people have moral codes but at least have the strength of character to stick to them. So she's annoyed about the Poppy having a pet seal, so maybe she decides to be petty about it and give them the metaphorical finger.

How does she decide to do this?

By kidnapping the seal and releasing it back into the wild of course!

She figures out quite quickly that the seal in question isn't always in the pool, but for the life of her she can't find out where they keep it indoors. Is there a hidden water tank inside she doesn't know about? If there is she can't find it, which leaves the pool as the only viable option to take the "poor, trapped animal" from.

And sure, MC loves being (as you perfectly put it) a menace in the pool when others are around, but sometimes she just likes to swim yk? So she goes swimming on her own sometimes.

And during one of Nadia's checkups on the spot, she sees the seal splashing around unsupervised and sees her chance.

MC does not expect the net.

She thrashes, of course, but at first thinks it's an ill-advissd, not very sensitive prank and is just like "I'm gonna kill them" until she realises exactly who has just pulled her out of the water.

The plan for Nadia had been to use a seal-carrier bag usually used by rescuers after getting the seal out of the net.

The plan absolutely had not included the thrashing seal to almost immediately shift into an infuriated MC because she recognises the bag Nadia's holding and it might not exactly be a cage but it's pretty close and she doesn't know what the hell Nadia wants with a seal so she's at least going to get into a form where she can defend herself.

Nadia's of course frozen in shock and barely avoids getting her nose broken again.

The Poppy hear MC shouting and come running, and Vivienne nearly kills Nadia the moment she sees the net, the bag and MC clinging to her sealskin. The rest of the Poppy are fully ready to throw down but it's Nadia's shock that saves her because she just blurts out "You're a SEAL?" And the Poppy pauses because they're like "...you aren't trying to take her coat?"

"Wtf would I do that? You think I need sealskin?"

And they really don't like this situation, they don’t want to be in a position where they have to trust Nadia because, yk, it's Nadia, but they can't kill her either (Vivienne does ask again if they can reconsider their no killing rule, but this time she's only half joking) so they don't really have a choice. They chuck her out as fast as possible because they are not explaining anything that could give her leverage and also they don't want her around MC, and Nadia's more than happy to book it out of there because she needs more information but her mind is still reeling (MC, seal, MC, seal, MC is the seal, what the-). The Poppy move to another penthouse and are gearing up to dispell any rumours that might "crop up" about MC in the Underworld, practicing scoffing in people's faces like "Selkies? You mean like magic? That doesn't exist!"

But Nadia doesn't spread any rumours, there's just total silence, nothing to indicate that anyone's heard anything about Selkies or seals.

And nobody's going to, because once Nadia's done her research and worked out that, yes, MC is an apparently not-so-mythical Selkie, she knows she isn't going to tell anyone (aside from looking insane if she did so, she also does want to win the Poppy over and stealing a pet seal is one thing but this is on an entirely different level).

Of course her research of Selkies inevitably raises the point of how important MC's sealskin coat actually is, and it clicks in her brain exactly what the Poppy thought she was doing by attempting to kidnap MC, and Nadia's a terrible human being, okay? Absolutely terrible, she would kill a man without hesitation, she would wreck someone's life in all kinds of ways, but she wouldn't do that. She gets the implications of what taking the coat would mean immediately, what it looked like to the Poppy by the pool before they realised she didn't know, hadn't worked it out.

And the Poppy don't hear anything, not for a while, as Nadia tries to work out how to approach the situation, until she gets wind of Vivienne punching a man who hadn't known that MC was a Selkie, but had thought that the sealskin coat looked very nice and tried to steal it.

He ends up dead in a couple days.

please never never apologise holy shit also please tell me you write??? please tell me you have fic somewhere that i can read because oh my gos your mind???? i’m about to go zombie weird on you and your beautiful brain lmaoooo this had me laughing out loud!! nadia ‘releasing the poor, captive seal back into the wild’ ajdjdjfkfkfk.

all i could imagine when i read that, though, was— you know that one scene in the parent trap? where the twins take meredith (??) camping, and as she’s sleeping they drag her blow up mattress out into the middle of the lake? like either THAT or the fucking aristocats, with MC waking up in the middle of the wilds hearing a toad croak directly beside her ear like ‘MAMA? D:’

but oh my GOSH!!!!! at nadia understanding the implications of her rescue attempt looking like she’s trying to steal MC’s coat. oh god. i can’t tell you how much of a sucker i am when it comes to ‘yes, i will do unquestionably evil acts, but i don’t fuck with kids/animals/vulnerable people’ villains. you sexy piece of shit. 😔👌

also can we just for a second appreciate after everything calms down nadia rocking up to mc with like a bucket of fish or smth equally awful because she is still, alas, a rat bastard. <3

#anonymous #asks #nadia qot

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punkscowardschampions · 4 years ago

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Jac & Amelia

Jac: Which talk are you going to tomorrow? I can't decide between the humanities and the science ones, because I need them both Jac: Idk why they're on at the same time 🙄 Amelia: Humanities Jac: That makes sense for you Jac: Ugh...oh! Jac: Sav will have to go to one, I'll go to the other and we'll take notes Jac: that will have to do, I talked to Sir and he REFUSES to reschedule, even though he said my point was fair ??? 🤷😒 Amelia: crisis averted Jac: Something like that Jac: maybe we could voice record Jac: have to be sat practically on the speaker though 🤭 Amelia: Sir wouldn't refuse you that Jac: 😷 Jac: I'll come to humanities with you if you like Amelia: I'll be in the back Jac: Come on Jac: that isn't even 😎 now Amelia: neither am I Jac: Why are you acting like you're too cool to sit with me then? Amelia: I don't care about the talk tomorrow Amelia: I probably won't even go Jac: you'll get done if you don't tick off at least one Amelia: they can't punish me for being off sick Jac: you skiver Amelia: if you want me to send you the pics of me on the bathroom floor right now, I will Jac: You're actually sick Jac: bummer Amelia: I look forward to reading more of that on the get well card attached to my 💐 Jac: Don't be so dramatic Jac: what have you got, that cold that's going 'round? Jac: you need to take [these] vitamins Amelia: no Jac: 🤮💩 then Jac: so fluids Amelia: are you done? Jac: There's no need to be snippy Amelia: I can take care of myself Jac: So you want flowers but not anything of actual use Jac: what is up with you right now? Amelia: I don't want flowers, it was clearly a joke Jac: Hilarious, babe Amelia: you'd think so if it came out of his mouth Jac: Who's? Jac: Sirs? Amelia: you're really going to do this? Jac: Do what? Jac: Pursue head of English? Jac: because no, oddly enough Amelia: they don't have the budget for 🌹 it goes on 📚 Jac: So that's what you're on about Jac: my date with Connell Amelia: it's not my fault you've already blocked it out Jac: Why would I have blocked it out? Jac: I had a nice time, thanks for asking Amelia: I literally will never ask Jac: Well that's really nice isn't it Amelia: that's what you keep Is around for Amelia: tell her the gory details Jac: I'm keeping you around because you're meant to be my friends Jac: what the hell Amelia: yeah, that's what I'm meant to be Jac: Say what you mean to say, Meels Jac: you've started now Amelia: no, I think I'm done now actually Amelia: with this Jac: you're actually serious Amelia: if you're serious, then yeah Jac: This is really immature Jac: I go on one date and you don't want to be my friend anymore, seriously Amelia: I can't be mature about it, happy for you, whatever the fuck else you want Jac: Thanks Jac: glad that I mean that little to you Amelia: you mean that much to me Jac: There's nothing wrong with him Amelia: I already feel like I'm dying, I can't listen to your bullet points of his pros Jac: What is wrong with you, why haven't you said? Amelia: because it'll only make me feel worse Jac: I'm not doing this to make you feel bad Amelia: I know Jac: I like boys, I'm sorry Amelia: what do you want me to say? Jac: I know you don't, it's okay Jac: but I can't be that Jac: for you Amelia: it's not okay because you are that for me Amelia: I can't pretend you're not Jac: there will be another person Jac: who can Amelia: you don't know that Jac: of course I do Jac: you're lovely and beautiful and funny Jac: any girl would be lucky to date you Amelia: if I just wanted to date any girl, I would Jac: I can't be gay Jac: there's nothing I can do to make you feel better, is there Amelia: just leave me alone Amelia: because I can't ask you how your date went, it's never going to be something we can gossip about Jac: that doesn't matter Amelia: that makes it worse Amelia: if you think it doesn't matter and we can tip toe around it Jac: no, I didn't mean it like that Jac: I meant the date Jac: I don't need to talk about it, or any dates Amelia: even if you don't, they're still happening Jac: well just Jac: ignore it Jac: you were the one that wanted to go back to before Amelia: I can't ignore it, it's making me sick Jac: you say I mean something to you but now you can't even be my friend Amelia: maybe I couldn't ever and never was Amelia: I don't know anymore Jac: that's bullshit Jac: we were friends, why are you saying this Amelia: I was in love with you Amelia: am Jac: but Jac: how long Amelia: I don't know Jac: we can't Amelia: we won't Jac: you will Jac: not me Amelia: I have to walk away now Jac: I have to let you Amelia: I guess you get custody of Is, she's too boy crazy to go with me Jac: She can decide herself Jac: you can decide what you tell her, I won't say anything Amelia: I wouldn't know where to begin Jac: you aren't going to tell her Jac: you know, the truth Amelia: you know me, I only tell people things I want them to know Amelia: why would I want her to know that it was all fake and wrong? Jac: it wasn't fake Jac: but I understand why you wouldn't want to, I can think of something, that doesn't make you look bad in any kind of way Jac: if you'd like Amelia: what else would you call years of memories not being what you thought they were Jac: it all still happened Amelia: Yeah but what I thought was going to happen next didn't Amelia: and that makes me doubt the rest and myself Jac: yeah Jac: that is Jac: horrible Jac: if there was something I could do, I know that's useless to say Amelia: it's not your fault or on you to try and fix Amelia: I did this to myself Amelia: Is wouldn't understand, I don't even Jac: it feels like it is Jac: it's Jac: even if I was Jac: I couldn't be the sort of girlfriend you'd deserve Amelia: please don't Amelia: I don't want you to feel bad, I literally want the opposite Jac: but I'm serious Jac: I didn't even listen to a word Connell said, I barely laughed at any of his jokes Jac: I'm just awful Jac: it's okay to do that to a boy but I wouldn't want to treat you like that Amelia: it wouldn't be okay if a boy treated you like I have either Amelia: we're probably even Jac: There's some really nice girls that are out now Amelia: I know you're trying to help me but stop Jac: okay Amelia: I can't do it Jac: who are you going to go 'round with at school though Jac: what are you going to do Amelia: fuck school, it's transition year Jac: Oh, Amelia Jac: I feel sick Amelia: me too Jac: does your mum hate me Amelia: of course not Amelia: she can't hate you for liking boys if she doesn't hate me for not Jac: I knew she would never not love you Jac: no matter what Amelia: I was never worried about my parents either Amelia: I think they knew before me anyway Jac: That's important Jac: and makes me feel a bit better Amelia: maybe they'll homeschool me and people can think I'm weird for something that actually is Jac: would you like that? Amelia: not really Amelia: my mum's less annoying, she's still a lot Jac: yeah Jac: loads of people want to be your friend Jac: you'll get taken in by someone so fast Amelia: maybe but I'll be okay if not Amelia: no need to be Savannah-ish about it Jac: I'd hate it Amelia: you don't have to worry about it Jac: I hope so Amelia: trust me Jac: Is might go with you Amelia: I don't think so Jac: Is this real? Amelia: Yeah Amelia: it'll feel like it when I ruin the best friends forever thing without giving her a good reason why, she'll probably never shut up about it Jac: I don't care about her Jac: no offence Jac: I mean us Jac: not being best friends forever Amelia: that's real too Jac: right Amelia: I'm really sorry Jac: it's not your fault Jac: it's just how it has to be Amelia: I don't know what else to do Jac: no, you have to Jac: it's right for you Amelia: or I've got this wrong too Jac: you have to try Jac: you can't keep feeling bad Amelia: I'll try then Jac: I will too Jac: with leaving you be Amelia: you can take your humanities notes, I'm staying home Amelia: my mum is making me Jac: that's probably for the best too Amelia: I must look how I feel Jac: you have to believe it'll get easier Amelia: that's like the slogan Jac: just keep repeating it until it feels real Amelia: that sounds too much like something Savannah would do Jac: maybe she has a point Amelia: never Jac: 😏 Amelia: I have to go, mum's being dramatic about me lying on the floor Jac: feel better and stay safe Jac: promise Amelia: I promise not to pull any dangerous crap but I don't know how to feel better Jac: dangerous but not deadly then Amelia: 😏 if that's your audition for the dramatic one now I've gone, it was great, but it isn't me who gets the final say Jac: it means a lot coming from you Amelia: obviously Jac: See you around Amelia: or not Jac: alright Jac: sorry Amelia: you'll be at uni before you know it, you're always saying it's just around the corner Jac: so will you Jac: we all will Jac: it's still too far away Amelia: I know Amelia: tomorrow feels too far away for me after today Jac: I know what you mean Amelia: anyway Amelia: my mum's not talking to hear herself speak, apparently Jac: go on Jac: don't keep her waiting Amelia: 🏃

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iveneverbeenanatural-13 · 5 years ago

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Update for today

Lockdown for Covid-19 March 27th

I guess I'm writing the story of my life...?

Things are better. Last night was rough because of depression and anxiety... I got to thinking why do I do this to myself? To be honest there is a lot I don't share with people and as a result I tend to break down at random times. I'm not looking for pity, more just friends... People who get it. I'm glad I started to post more on here as it feels sorta like a diary. And maybe right now that's what I need. Even if no one reads this that's ok.

Maybe I will just spell it all out. See what comes from it. So here it goes.

I haven't had a bad life. I'm only 23 but it just feels like a long life with many extra bumps in it... Things just manage not to go the way id like it to most of the time. So now I'm just used the noise. I had a good childhood but many many memories of a broken family. An angry dad (not necessarily towards us kids) a mom who coped with alcohol. I often took care of my siblings as the eldest of five. And there are many other things I won't mention... It was hard. It was dysfunctional. We'd have money then didn't. We'd have food then didn't. We'd have a week of no fighting with my parents and then they would be at each other's throats the next several weeks. We'd have moments of joy but usually short-lived moments. I'm not saying it was all bad. I have good memories too. Singing Taylor Swift songs to my mini laptop webcam is a memory I have. Making music with my brother was a good memory I have. And spending time with friends too.. it wasn't all bad...

Fast forward to about 3 years ago I thought I met the love of my life. Things seemed fine. But it was the calm before the storm. After my ex and I got together things sorta slowly started to get worse. My dad didn't support my relationship. He thought we were moving too fast. My mom wasnt happy and coped with more alcohol. And even tho they had briefly separated a couple years before I thought they wouldn't ever get divorced. Well I was wrong...

My ex and I tried so hard to make our relationship work. And I think I pushed things because I wanted some kind of happy ending. Most of my friends had gotten married or were in happy relationships. This was my first real relationship. So I thought this could be the last. There were constant fights and bitterness started to grow between us... We were co-dependent. We tried to live on our own but due to a mental illness he had, he had a hard time keeping a job. So we were just CONSTANTLY STRUGGLING. It just became not a safe place anymore. We did get engaged after about a year. My dad didn't agree and we didn't have any wedding help. My friends tried to help but it was almost like people didn't take us seriously. Which hurt because I was always there for them whether I agreed with their decisions or not. My mom straight up left my Dad and moved into her own place. I was in between a lot when it came to my mom and dad. Trying to help them to get along for my sister's sake. But there were many fights or my mom getting so drunk that the police were called... DISCLAIMER: I want to say. My parents aren't bad parents. They're just broken.

My ex and I were under so much never-ending stress. We broke up and got back together several times. It was awful. Words were said, feelings were hurt, then we'd forgive and start all over again. I like to think that was the burning Red Taylor was talking about. We loved each other so much. But it wasn't a healthy lifestyle. You lose yourself. You lose who you want to be just so you can help keep the other person from drowning. After two years my parents were officially getting divorced. My dad had gone through severe depression so I moved into his place because I honestly was afraid he would kill himself. That was rough. I had also briefly moved into my moms to help her. This was the breaking point for her. And I had to get my sisters who were living with her at the time and help them to pack up and leave. They no longer wanted to be there. Leaving her behind and closing her apartment door while glimpsing her looking so sad was the hardest thing I've ever had to do. Time went on. We finally got through that. I got through that.

During this time I had lost friends. Or at least we didn't talk much anymore. I think they just didn't know how to approach me. And I know they didn't mean it. I was in a place where I couldn't be reached. Later my mom had left our state of NC and moved about 45 mins away to SC with her new Boyfriend. We like him. He's nice. And she's doing so much better! My dad had met a lady and got engaged rather quickly in my opinion lol. But as long as he's happy. When things finally started to calm down a bit with my family the damage had already been done in my relationship. It wouldn't stop. The fighting the arguing. Even after we had moved to our own little house. But it was still my home. I had my cats and my own space. I loved it. Well, back in November a huge fight had occurred and we believed we shouldn't be living together for the time being. I moved in with my grandmother.. I went back and forth a lot. Set up for Christmas and we even got to go on a little vacation. I hadn't been on a vacation in so long. Yet again, it was the calm before another storm. One night in December, the Friday before Christmas (my absolute favorite holiday) I got a call. It was my ex. He said he couldn't do it anymore. And that he was breaking up with me. He said he couldn't tell me face to face because it would be too hard and he probably would change his mind. And I cried. And begged him not too. This all happened after a particularly hard argument we had the day before. Where I had done something wrong and I did apologize for it. But it just wasn't enough... And that was it. The end of my 2-year whirlwind relationship. I was heartbroken. He got really angry and was just saying really mean things to me. Personal things that really affected me. I had to go get all my stuff. Leave one of my kitties behind and give the other one up because I couldn't bring her with me. She is rehomed to one of my best friends. She had been there through pretty much all of it. I'm so grateful I have her. I saw my ex went on a date after 3 weeks. And yeah. It was awful. I felt like the scum of the earth.

And I thought that was it... Hahaha It wasn't. I missed my period for the whole month of January. I didn't even think anything of it. Then I finally took a test. And LOW AND BEHOLD it was positive. My whole life took a fucking turn in one second and I was literally losing my mind. So yeah. Fast forward to now. I'm 16 weeks. Working through my severe depression and anxiety. I had had plans to really work on myself but now that I'm pregnant you can't really take many medications during this time. And that's very hard as I have trouble functioning normally day today... I was looking for a job for months and when I finally found one Covid-19 showed its ugly head and I lost that job. And now I'm here. Not sure of how I'm going to provide for this baby. But the father and I have much a better relationship then we've ever had. We are not back together tho. There's still struggles and obstacles but at this point it's just part of my life. So that's it more or less. That's where I'm at now. I'm very grateful that even tho my family isn't together we all still show up for each other. And even tho I sometimes still get stuck between my dad and moms problems they're still alive and well. And now I have a baby. Which was my ultimate dream. I guess I just want to know that I can provide a really good life for it. As these are not the circumstances I had wished for myself. And that it's childhood is better than my childhood or even my ex's. He struggled too... I'm scared right now because I can't work and I'm constantly battling these demons. But at the same time I know somehow it'll all work out... Eventually... You know what I hope for myself tho? That I find a love that's golden. Not red.

#taylor swift #Anxiety #depression #mental health #swifties #swiftie #covidー19 #struggles

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janna-the-breaker · 5 years ago

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Not Exactly

It's been quite a while since Mikey has been dating this girl, Clarie. She was a very pretty looking girl with ginger hair and freckles. Mikey would talk about her non stop. His brothers were starting to be very anoyed by it, but still happy for him. One day, Mikey brought the news that Clarie was inviting them for a dinner at her apartment so they could all meet properly. Mikey have told them that she has some unique beliefes about reincarnation, soul mates and aura. The turtles were all okay about this, promising to be respecfull with her. But, Raphael had an idea in mind. A very wild one.

"It's very nice to meet you guys. Mikey have told me a lot about you." Said Claire to the turtles.

"I hope he said good things about us." Said Leo.

"Oh yes, he did. You know, i have a gift that allows me to see through the aura of people. So i can have an idea about their personalities. Can i try it on you guys?"

"Well, sure. Alright."

"You, Leonardo. I can see the color blue not just in your eyes or your mask. There's a calm blue deep in your heart, i can see a strong feeling of bravery, patience and stealf. You would do anything to protect your family."

"You bet, Clarie. I'm impressed with you."

"Thank you, Leo. It's hard to get reconized this days. My parents keep saying that i'm schizophrenic, but what do they know?! Right?"

"Yeah, right." Said Donnie, trying his best not to sound sarcastic.

"I've always felt different from the others. Like i could see through another universe. You know, there are a bunch of them spread through the galaxy. In each of them are a different reality, with alternative versions of each of us with new possibilities in a life time."

"Hey, Clarie. Sorry to interupt ya, but, can i say something?" Asked Raphael.

"Of course, Raphael. Go ahead."

"So, i guess i believe in ya about this whole universe stuff. Cause last night, i've had a dream where i was in this same apartment with you, but different. We were all alone and there was a music playing and then you called me to the room and we made love to each other. Isn't that crazy?!"

"Raph, shut up." Said Leo roughly. Already knowing the dirty plan that he had on his sleeve.

"No, Leonardo. Let him finish."

"Well, now that i am here i can still feel that imma going back to that dream with ya, not on the same scenario but the energy is sucking me into these loving memories. I know that ya love Mikey and i don't wanna disturb your relashionship, but..."

"No, Raphael, we both understand it."

"Yeah, bruh! Clarie explained all of this realities stuff so it's totaly plausible."

"And you know, Raphael, when you first enter in my apartment i felt that something was odd about you, but i didn't want to bring it out. But i can't believe that you feel the same way. It's soo overwelming." She got up and headed to the hallway, entering a room. Raph was left counfused.

"Where did she go?" He asked.

"She needs some time to get ready. The room is the second door to the left."

"Wait, Mikey! You can't be seriuos!?" Protested Leo in a firm ton.

"I'm dead serious, bruh. Clarie told me it's not good to not follow the same energy as our auras. It just has to be."

"Raphie..." She called him from the hallway with a very sexy voice. He stayed still for a few seconds until he snaped out.

"Can i really...?" He ask one more time to his little brother.

"Go ahead, brah. Take good care of her."

"Fuck yeah!" He cheers before getting up and heading to the room slaming the door behind him.

"MIKEY!!!" Leo and Donnie yelled at him.

"Hey, calm down, guys. It's passed 10pm, we're not allowed to make much noise."

"Mikey, how can you be so stupid?! Letting Raph sleep with your girl like this?! What the fuck?" Leo snapped out at his brother.

"Relax, bros. The energy he felt is..." Mikey tried to explain but he got cut by Donnie.

"The hell with that energy nonsence! We're talking comitment here! She's your girl, you don't just give her away like this."

"So, guys, what's gonna be now? Monopoly or Uno?!" Clarie appears sunddently back at the living room. Surprising both of the turtles.

"Whaaaaaat???" Donnie mutters in counfusion.

"Aren't you in the room with Raph?"

"Of course not! I love Mikey and Mikey only!" She hugs the turtle in orange by the neck and kisses him on the cheek.

"Then what was all of that talk about realities and make love to Raph?"

"Let me explain, this apartment is acctualy my sister's. We're identical twins." She showed a picture of her with another girl. They were dressed in the same pattern of clothing and shared the same hair cut. Even thought they looked younger than now the resemblance was very clear. "I told her about tonight's dinner and she said she would stay in her room to leave us more comftarble. But she joked that if one of Mikey's brothers were interested then i could send him to her room."

"Aw fuck! Yeah! Keep going!" Raph's voice ecooed from the room. He was clearly having a good time in there.

"How did you get out of there without him knowing?" Asked Donnie.

"I just went to ask her if that's okay and then i hid in the bathroom."

"So, he thinks that he's with you, but it's acctualy another girl that he doesn't even know?"

"He won't even noitice because we have so many similar features, we're like clones of each other."

"Yeah, today i almost gave her a slap thinking she was Clarie." Mikey said a little ashamed.

"So, he's basicly fucking with a stranger right in that room?"

"Well, she won't be a stranger once they finish and he finds out that she is my sister."

"Oh man, i realy wanna see his face when he came out. It's gonna be hilarious." Said Leo with a chuckle.

"I gotta text Casey about it. He'll laugh his ass off." Said Donnie grabing his phone.

"And you wanna know the best part? Is that the dream he told me about, that wasn't me! It was Heather! Their auras were calling each other for this very first encounter of soul mates. They don't know yet, but they're just meant to be." Clarie said with a dreamer look in her face. It was like it was the most beautiful thing in the world.

"Better off, text April too."

#tmnt raph #tmnt mikey #tmnt raphael #tmnt leonardo #tmnt donatello #tmnt 2016 #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt fanfiction #tmnt fic

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2-lines-and-a-circle · 2 years ago

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I loved my last matchup idk if i can send in another request after i participated in your other event but feel free to ignore this request if i can't. Can i get a platonic Warning letter?

I'm Female, she/her pronouns. Don't worry about accidentally spoiling me. My favourite team is mint but I'm team coffee

Personality:

Istp 5w4 548. I'm ambivert, I'm very laid back and prefer to go with the flow of life but sometimes come off as ego-centric and domineering. I have to admit I’m a lazy person who prefers having a leisure more than anything else. I mostly spends my time as a stoic and a calm person and i might even come off as apathetic towards the world around me [even tho I’m not]. I’m usually perceived as being insensitive because i generally prefer to deal with emotions in my own head rather than openly [and somehow I'm still well liked?!] tbh I often think I’m above others, yet I am always willing to acknowledge that I’m a total piece of shit [very rarely tho] Sometimes i have fantasies and ideals that I want to start creating or becoming but i give myself a reality check and let the dream fade away. I’m very innovative but still choose the practical route a lot. It’s easy for me to create goals and envision the end results but it’s ridiculously hard for me to remain committed to the process. I have a very big ego but one word alone is enough to destroy it. i Will never admit my wrong, unless internally. I'm playful around people i like [friends, family, classmates] and if I believe I'm right I'll passive agressivly fight you to prove my point [even if I'm wrong]. Like i said i have hard time committing to something i loose interest, motivation and get bored rather easily. If I'm stressed about something i bottle everything up and worry about it alone. Not because I don't want to burden other or anything simply because my pride and ego is getting in my way. I'm not really a jealous person and even if i get jealous i keep it to myself and try my best to hide it. I care about what others think of me [more like what others think of my parents] so towards strangers and people that know my parents I'm very polite.

What i look for in a friend:

I don't really mind if they're stupid or smart introverted or extroverted but I want them to be entertaining they could have chaotic personality, good sense of humour or be extremely sarcastic/sassy and etc.

Favourite character:

Fish mafia + vil

Favourite otome game character:

From obey me: asmodeus & satan

I like asmodeus because He loves himself and he is not sorry about it. That’s probably what I am in awe of the most; being able to really love yourself without being apologetic about it. I also like some details of his personality; the way he seems to be competitive, how he teases and insults his brothers, the way he cares for them in his own way. i also love the fact that he's confident in his masculinity.

I like satan because he is like a cat, and I love cats. He's got a personality that is not too outgoing but not a total shut in. He's not suffering from self confidence issues, but he's not narssasiscitc either. He loves to read, which I can relate to and it's nice to have bookworm representation. He knows what he wants, he does what it takes to achieve it but he is always honest. i love his sarcasms. Plus He loves cats.

From mystic messenger: zen

1. I like his character design.

2. Just like asmodeus i don't mind that he's narcissist. I love when characters love themselves but aren't apologetic about it. And despite him bragging about his looks. he’s more so focused on his career, his relationships with his friends. plus despite what rote you pick he stays same.

From Ikemen vampire: Arthur Conan Doyle

I don't really remember his personality since i played it really long time ago but he's kinda like a jade leech and Floyd mixed together.

From Dangerous fellows: Eugene

I love his sarcasms and sassy personality. Even though he was mean at the start of the game he began to warm up to the mc soon.

From fictif_ last legacies: rime [even though he isn't a love interest]

Even though he tried to kill mc multiple times and he's always mean to us for no reason i still love him.

Who would i hang out with:

My first choice would be fish mafia.

are you more of a villain or princess at heart :

villainous Princess

I'm not a bad guy but I'm not kind pure soul either 🤷

Despite my laid back and lazy personality i somehow managed to get sorted into pomefiore. When vil kept talking about how laziness wouldn't be tolerated i felt personally attacked 💀

I'm so sorry it took so long

here is the link : 2 Lines & A Circle : Letter Matchup! Flavor of love event (tumblr.com)

#ask #sorry #matchup #event #letter #twst

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marveloustiming · 6 years ago

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Look at the Stars (Part 3/?)

I strode through the doors as they slid open, Peter walking behind me. I found three men standing there. I put my hands out as a man came rushing at me. I blasted two shards of ice at him, one in the leg and in his shooting arm, while Peter got the other one other. I quickly caught a guy that came up from behind Peter, grabbed his chin, and set my hand ablaze. Peter turned his head to me and nodded. He shot a guy that came from the long hallway knocking the man onto his back. As I passed him the man complained about his neck. I stepped on his arm and let out some electricity which knocked him unconscious. Up ahead I saw Peter take the orb and start tossing it up and down. I let out a full laugh. This way the others wouldn't just bail on us. I could hear a quiet echo of a song up ahead. It was Escape by Rupert Holmes. I smiled. He must have been taken from Terra a long while ago. We came up to the cage where Peter got tased and there I could see the blue man with Peter's headphones on, reading my book. One of the few comforting things that I had in my life were in his filthy hands. I could just hear the the electricity crackling at my hands. While Peter went to the side, I placed my hands right on his shoulder and gave him a sharp shock while Peter cracked the man on the side of the head with the orb.

"You have anything to keep you breathing outside?" He asked, glancing at me as we both collected our lost items. "Yep. And I'm assuming that very scary face mask will be helping you breathe?" I asked, a little bit of sarcasm leaking into my voice. "Oh you betcha!" I could hear the the smile in his voice. We walked through the jail and eventually made our way out. I activated my mask and maneuvered my way through space shooting fire out my hands and feet. I hit the ladder right after Peter. Gamora and Drax helped Peter up and then lifted me up right after. These two show spirit! They shall make keen allies in the battle against Ronan. Companions, what were you retrieving?" Peter handed his walkman to Drax while I held my book, said "My old myth book," and walked past him. "Imbeciles." Whether that was directed at me, Peter, Gamora, or all three of us was a mystery to me. While the ship flew I sat next to Rocket, reading and listening to my music while he built something while humming a tune. "Yo Ranger Rick, you can't take apart my ship without asking me! What is this?" Peter yelled. "Don't touch that. Its a bomb." Warned Racket. "A bomb? And you leave it lying around?" "I was gonna put it in a box!" Rocket defended. "Rocket, what the hell is a box going to do?" I jumped in. "Who's side are you on Marris?" Rocket accused. "His because it is his ship after all." I pointed out softly. "Exactly! Thank you Arva!" Peter said. "Oh whatever" and I stopped listening after that, letting my music flow through my head as I pictured all of the epic battles going on in my book. I could barely register the yelling that was going on and the fact that Gamora had walked out of the room.

I felt Peter tap on my shoulder and I looked up to see him jerking his head toward the head of the ship. I sat in the copilot seat while head sat in the front seat. "You seem pretty peaceful for a person that travels with a homicidal raccoon." He said. "I wouldn't say peaceful. I just prefer to stay out of things that could get innocent people, myself, or my friends killed. Plus I can be incredibly oblivious, so that probably doesn't help me." I chose my words carefully, trying not to reveal to much. "Well you seem nice. Rocket and Gamora or just plain rude, Drax is to literal, and the tree is just confusing." Peter admitted. A smile crept onto my face. "You'll get used to Groot. Even though 'I am Groot' is all he says he's actually pretty nice." I said. "How can you even tell what he's saying?" Peter interrupted. I held my hand up onto my knee and willed vines to grow. A small smile rested on my face as he looked at it, awed as the small vines created different patterns. "I am able to control nature. I guess since Groot is a tree as well as a human type figure I can understand him. Anyways I haven't properly gotten to know Gamora or Drax to properly make an assumption. I do know Rocket though. He may come off as an ass but he's a good guy. There is just a lot of pent up emotions inside of him. The sarcasm and rudeness is just a way to hide it. Don't judge him to harshly." I've known him long enough to see a lot of it come to light. All of the pain and hurt that he's contained. As I glanced over I could see I could see him staring at me. I wondered briefly what he was thinking.

"What are your powers? I saw you use fire, ice, nature and electricity but is that all?" Peter asked. "I control the elements, electricity and am able to turn into other animals. I have also been able to expand off of my powers in recent years. Like how I was able to create ice out of water or a force field out of electricity." I explained. I set the tips of my fingers on fire, making little patterns in the air. Peter looked at me like he was confused. "How did you get your powers? That doesn't seem like you would get them naturally." He said, probably already guessing what had happened. "Funnily enough I did get the ability to control nature, well naturally" I said as I looked down at my hands "How I got the rest though doesn't need explaining. Some assholes got curious about what I could do and they picked me up from Terra. They put me through a bunch of experimentation and I eventually got out of it. What happened in there to make me what I am doesn't really matter." He looked surprised at something but before he could say anything Groot and Rocket walked in. Rocket sat in the seat next me while Groot stood behind me. I looked in front of us to see what looked like a giant skull with thousands of lights attached to it. It was beautiful.

"What is it" Drax asked. "It's called Knowhere. The severed head of an ancient celestial being. Be wary heading in. There are no regulations whatsoever here." Gamora said. As we flew inside I could see that hundreds of things were being built inside of the skull. Lights and small mining ships flew around collecting the brain matter of the skull. "Hundreds of years ago the Tivan group sent workers in to mine the organic matter within the skull. Bone, brain tissue, spinal fluid, all rare resources highly valued in black markets across the Galaxy. It's dangerous and illegal work. Suited for outlaws." "Well that all sounds absolutely lovely." I commented. "Well me and Marris come from a planet of outlaws. Billie the kid, Bonnie and Clyde, John Stamos." Peter said, winking at me. All I did was roll my eyes and grin. Those were such old references. "Sounds like a place in which I would like to visit." Drax said. "You should." A few kids came up to us, two going up to Gamora. I clutched the vine that was in my hand when a set of twins came up to me. I grew a flower crown on my head and put it on the girls while I gave a orange tulip to the boy. I smiled at the two before Peter ushered us away. He looked at me and said softly "That was cute." before walking to the head of the group. "Your buyers in there?" Rocket asked Gamora. "We are to wait for his representative." She said as a man was pushed out of the area. "This is no respectable establishment. What do you expect us to do while we wait?" Drax asked, seemingly confused. We all parted ways after that. The barbaric lizard racing that Drax and Rocket seemed to be into just scared me a little bit so I went to look for something else. Eventually I found a small bookshop. I got something called The Darkest Minds by Alexandra Bracken. I smiled and thanked the lady behind the counter before putting my headphones on and walking around to find something else to do.

I found a small balcony on the outskirts of the the skull. I was listening to 'Angela' by The Lumineers when Peter walked up to me. The music was blaring so loud that I didn't hear what he had to say. I laughed softly before saying "Sorry, didn't hear you, could you repeat it?" He gave a smile back before saying "You have headphones." I nodded. "I got them on some random planet a while ago when my last ones broke." I replied. "They aren't connected to anything. Don't you have a cassette player?" I grinned widely. "No they're Bluetooth. They don't need to be connected to anything. And cassette players aren't really around anymore. Now we have tablets and phones." I showed him my tablet with it's old case. "But these are giant! How in the hell are you supposed to carry this?" I chuckled. "You should see all the music it has though! There's something called Spotify that has millions of songs on here! Even songs from the 1980s!" I said excitedly. I never really had someone to talk to about this stuff. Rocket had said he didn't want learn about my 'trash planet' and poor Groot had gotten so startled when he heard the the music that he crushed my tablet. I didn't exactly want to talk to them about it after that. I talked to Peter about what I could do with the device, the main topic being music. He showed me his cassette player and the music he had while I showed him Spotify and the giant playlist I had. The excitement went down a little when he told me how his mom gave gave him the cassette player. "It must be nice, having a part of her with you. My parent ditched me as soon as they found what I could do. You had a parent growing up. That's good." I said.

I was quick to feel confused when I heard yelling outside. Peter and me walked outside to see a crowd forming around a fight. I pushed through only to be stopped by a man. "Hello sweetie." He said in a repulsive tone. I only shoved him harder, sending him into the crowd. I walked into the middle to see Drax on top of Groot punching him repeatedly. I grabbed Drax's arm and dragged him off of Groot. "Stop! Stop it!" I saw out of the corner of my eye Rocket aiming a giant gun at us. "Rocket no! Put that shit down now!" I snarled. "This vermin speaks of affairs he knows nothing about!" Drax yelled. "That is true!" Rocket shouted back. "He has no respect!" Drax shouted again. "That is also true!" " Hold on! Hold on!" Peter shouted at Rocket. I could see Groot get up next to me. "Keep calling me vermin tough guy! You just want to laugh at me like everyone else!" Rocket said. I felt my shoulders go slack at that. He never admitted that to anybody he didn't trust. We always got laughed at the talking raccoon, the giant tree, and the freak girl. We were a shit show. It had always bothered us when people muttered about us. How we could never be normal. And now all of it was coming to light. "Rocket, buddy, no one is laughing at you. I promise." I said in a soft tone, hoping to calm him down. "Don't try to sell me that Arva. You know how people look at us! They see some angry rat, a stupid tree, and a freak girl who can kill them in one second!" He shouted at me. "Rocket you're drunk alright? No one's laughing at you." Peter said. "He thinks I'm some stupid thing! He does! Well I didn't ask to get made! Neither did Arva! We didn't ask to be torn apart and put back together over and over and turned into some little monster!" Rocket yelled. For a moment I saw Peters eyes flick to me before he focused on Rocket again. "Rocket no ones calling you a monster." Peter said. "He called me vermin! And she called me rodent! Let's see if you can laugh after five or six good shots from this!" He shouted, lifting hi gun again and pointing it at Gamora, who had joined a few seconds after me and Peter. I immediately jumped in front of the weapon. "Rocket! Rocket, buddy! Four billion units! Rocket! C'mon man, just suck it up for one more lousy night and then we're rich!" I yelled and slowly but surely he put his weapon down. "Fine. But I can't promise that after all this I'm not gonna kill every last one of them." He said tiredly. "See! That's exactly why none of you have any friends! Five seconds after you meet somebody you're already trying to kill them! Arva seems like the only calm one of you people, and she can probably do the the most damage!" Peter yelled. "We have travelled halfway across the quadrant and Ronan is no closer to being dead." Drax said walking off. "Drax!" I yelled. "Let him go. We don't need him." Gamora told me, right as the door to the area was opened.

#arva marris #guardians of the galaxy #gamora #guardians of the galaxy imagine #groot #drax the destroyer #rocket the raccoon #peter quill #look at the stars

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punkscowardschampions · 4 years ago

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Grace & Ava

Grace: I'm here in your postcode so like hmu if you need help Grace: after being a babysitter FOREVER kids crafts are TOTALLY my thing Ava: There's glitter on everything Ava: I'm going to have to pay to get their house professionally cleaned after this, I swear Grace: before you do I have to bring the boy over & 'accidentally' cover him Grace: cos he literally will not decide on a costume Ava: Yeah, he's crap at costumes Ava: I don't think I've even seen him in the obligatory devil horns Ava: mess up the hair, probably Grace: I mean, if my hair ever looked that good that'd be so relatable Grace: 😍😍 Ava: n'awh 😏 Ava: I'm glad someone appreciates the effort he goes to with the bleach Ava: god knows what I'm going to wear, the standard Halloween ideas aren't really applicable for a kid's birthday Grace: I love him but I hate him Grace: his eyelashes are better than mine as well Grace: right?! if his mum sees me in a lbd & cat ears she'll hate me more than she already does Grace: we could do joint costumes of a 🔪 in our backs though 🙄😂 Ava: What's she like? Grace: so rude Grace: she NEVER talks to me but the judgement is REAL 👀🔪 Grace: poor & a reformed hoe!? not in her house, honey Ava: and you didn't even homewreck her son's marriage so Ava: this is gonna be fun Grace: but I will if she tries to marry him off to some beautiful, rich, virgin or whatever Ava: I don't think they're that old school 😂 Ava: only if he managed to get a virgin pregnant Grace: don't even Grace: it's literally the one thing that would maybe score me points with her & I can't talk about it Ava: as satisfying as it'd be to throw out when she's being the most judgmental Ava: not worth it Ava: but you are gonna come, right? Ava: James wasn't sure Grace: yeah, I'm not trying to have a breakdown at her dining table soooooo Grace: of course we are, he practically begged me onto a flight to not have to go alone Grace: his sister has like 5 kids & Teddy can't deal with any of them Grace: what happens when you 👰👴 I guess Ava: Yeah Ava: I heard Ava: I just want them to have a good time Ava: James and the kids Grace: they will Grace: you've done amazing so far setting it all up Ava: there's nothing I can do to jazz up the guestlist Ava: it's bad enough that she might show but we can't plan for it Grace: Teddy thinks she will & Jay will have a meltdown, that's why he's totally dreading it Ava: I don't think she will Grace: idk but he's convinced Grace: he says she LOVES to make an entrance & bring drama Ava: Potentially Ava: I think she doesn't care enough about the kids, but that she doesn't intentionally want to hurt them Ava: just James Ava: there are better ways, after all, her parents are going to be there, they'd stop her before she could really do anything Grace: 🤞🏽 cos that does make sense Grace: & we all want you to be right, no offense to the bae Ava: If she's going to come back, she will, it'll have to be faced Ava: whether we're wearing cat ears or not Grace: yeah but like a 👶🎂 is not it Grace: even she must know that Ava: None of this is Grace: how's James? Ava: he's doing good Ava: considering Ava: it's a lot Grace: mhmm Grace: I'm avoiding Rio & Buster rn for a reason Ava: Yeah, he's mad at me Grace: 🙄🙄 Grace: don't even worry he's mad at everyone for everything Grace: except Ri, duh Grace: like you said, it's a lot Ava: well it's kind of special circumstances Ava: he thinks I've picked a side Grace: cos it's that simple Grace: he's so extra & that's coming from me Ava: Maybe it is Grace: he wishes it was Grace: but it's not you & James vs him & Ri Ava: It's not that Ava: I just Ava: I don't think I agree with what he wants Grace: you want Jay to stay where she is Ava: Yes Ava: I think he's only thinking about himself Grace: well yeah, when isn't he? Ava: It's different Ava: it's two lives he could ruin Ava: three, Mattie too Grace: he's always done exactly what he wants however many lives it could ruin Grace: literally all you can do is keep trying to get through to him Ava: Yeah, that'll work Ava: like you said, he'll do what he wants Ava: but James won't just let her go, and if it goes to court, how has he proved he's a decent father? Ava: he's not acknowledged her, the possibility Ava: it wouldn't be as cut and dry as he wants it to be Grace: nothing is ever that cut & dry but ugh try telling Buster or Ri that Ava: Exactly Ava: isn't having Venus when they shouldn't enough Grace: don't even get me started Grace: it's such a mess Ava: it isn;t fair Ava: James raised her, stepped up Ava: had to deal with Chloe Ava: no one has the right to take her away now Grace: exactly Grace: they love each other Grace: you can't just break that bond like it doesn't exist Ava: for one that doesn't Ava: I don't want to pick sides, I love him, he's my brother Ava: but I can't say I'm okay with it right now, when I'm not Grace: he's being a selfish idiot rn though, you can say it to me, babes Grace: she's got a whole family here Ava: I know it's fucked, that Chloe told him he wasn't the dad Ava: but I can't get over that she told him he was Ava: you don't just Ava: why did he trust her the second time and not the first Ava: how could that be for anything but selfish reasons Grace: it's literally cos he wanted to Grace: & he's totally fixated on the wrong things, what does blood matter anyway? Grace: Billie's my sister not any one of the kids my dad had scattered across Dublin Ava: Maybe Rio said she'd leave him? Ava: but still, then he made his choice Ava: ugh Ava: I hate it Grace: me too Grace: everything is so Grace: fucked Grace: always Ava: how was your birthday anyway Ava: did you and Teddy do something nice? Grace: he did spoil me cos he knows my birthday is the literal worst & I tried not to brag TOO hard on socials Ava: Good Ava: you're only 16 once Grace: it's so weird Grace: being her age Ava: I thought about that Ava: on her birthday Ava: that she'd have only been 20 Ava: it seems so long ago, somehow Grace: like unless I die too now, I'm gonna be older than her Ava: they could take Libi if they want another child so bad Ava: alright, that was bitchy but nan and granddad won't be around forever either, I know they're not old old but Grace: they tried that already, so not really that bitchy Grace: god, she looks so much like her I actually can't breathe sometimes Ava: It's crazy Ava: and how big she is already Grace: did you see the 🎃 patch pics? It's wild, she's even dressed like Edie as a kid Grace: calm down nan Ava: I know Ava: I wish she had to chance to know her Ava: and her dad, of course Grace: yeah, I wish I'd known her better & I had way longer than Libi Ava: Like Billie's mum Ava: it's just sad Grace: idk maybe you get to 90 & you're still like I wish....whatever Grace: but like you said, it's unfair & I hate it Ava: It's never going to be something you can make peace with Ava: well, I don't think Ava: her life wasn't finished, it had only just started Grace: I don't think I wanna make peace with it anyway, it's not okay & none of us should just be okay with it Grace: but I can't cry rn so Ava: Me either Ava: I have too many sandwiches to make Grace: are you at home? I'll come over Ava: I'm at his but you can come over Ava: help me load up the car Grace: 👌🏽 omw Ava: You can have a cake pop early Ava: don't tell Jay Grace: 😂🤫 Ava: or more aptly, don't tell James she's already conned me out of two Grace: he'll definitely be able to tell when she's climbing the walls Grace: unless you've made a really convincing 🕷 costume too Ava: I know, I know Ava: it's bad Ava: but I don't think a little bit of excitement would actually hurt right now Ava: she's got to carry it, it's not like Mattie really has much of a clue what's going on yet Grace: & you don't want her feeling jealous & left out that you threw her baby sister such a great party Grace: that's the worst Ava: Yeah, she had hers in the Summer and it wasn't the best time, obviously Ava: I've tried to make sure she feels involved anyway Grace: Teddy can't believe how good you are with her, speaking of jealousy 😂 Ava: Kids pick up on your awkwardness, don't they Ava: like animals Ava: he just needs to fake it 'til he makes it Grace: mhmmm Grace: I told him it'll get easier the more time he spends with both of them, but you know what he's like Ava: Yeah Ava: at least no one is going to accuse him of trying to be their mother 🙄 Grace: 🤞🏽 she won't say it again in front of everyone 🥳🎁 Grace: awkward Ava: it's so patronizing Ava: it's not as if Chloe was a massive help Ava: he's done it himself this whole time, basically Ava: they don't need a mum Grace: she was literally the opposite of helpful Ava: at best she looked after them in the loosest sense of the word when he was at uni or work Ava: but 9/10 they'd end up with her parents so it wasn't as if she could be relied on Grace: are her parents coming? Ava: yeah Ava: I don't think they can even believe that she's done this Ava: gone Ava: I've met them a few times, dropping or picking the girls up, they're nice enough Grace: who'd wanna believe that about their family tbh Grace: but it's good that they're sticking around even though they probably wanna die if they've always been there Grace: the girls need that normality rn Ava: I'm sure they feel awful Ava: though James' family are blaming no one but him so they don't need to worry about judgment Grace: ugh I would kill Teddy if he sided with them Ava: I don't know if James knows he doesn't Grace: really? Grace: 🙄 boys never talk Grace: I'll talk to him, he knows how to show it even if he doesn't wanna say it Grace: they can go to the pub or whatever Ava: Yeah, I like, try not to comment or get involved Ava: know what it's like to have family drama Ava: but that's the feeling I've got anyway, it couldn't hurt them Grace: rich people need a bigger shove to open up, no offence Ava: 😂 it's a class issue, really Grace: in his family there's that whole stiff upper lip thing that I thought was totally not even a thing for the past however many centuries Grace: it's crazy, okay Ava: I know Grace: thank god he's the youngest or his mum would be coming at me to produce an heir Ava: you aren't good enough stock, obvs Ava: 🙄🙄 Grace: & she's only basing that off my 2 jobs & sexual history Grace: if she knew I was actually infertile she'd be giving him constant sti checks & changing the locks Grace: 😱😱 Ava: If you aren't titled and can't trace your family back to the dark ages, then they don't wanna know 🤷 Grace: so weird Ava: just how they are Ava: posh people Grace: yeah, it's wild, you should've seen the look I got when I said you were making sandwiches Grace: the boy does nothing for himself I swear Ava: he doesn't Ava: I've known him long enough Grace: Janis hated him on sight so at least you do actually know him Ava: doesn't really surprise me Grace: she only has 😍 for working class baristas so Ava: all my family hate James so you're doing better than me Grace: they just hate him for you, I've been there every other time Grace: they'll have to get over it & used to him eventually Ava: none of yours were married with two kids Ava: but still, yeah, they will Ava: or they won't, it's not like it's illegal so they can't do anything Grace: he's divorced now & literally deserves to be happy Ava: his happiness isn't their top priority Grace: yours should be though Ava: it is Ava: in that they think it's a mistake and I'll regret it Grace: if it is it's your mistake to make & regret to live with Grace: I've got 100000s Grace: 🤷 Ava: I can see their point, and what they're trying to do, without agreeing with it Ava: because I'm not as immature as they wanna say so Ava: it is what it is Grace: 👏🏽 Ava: I've got to do some homework, when you get here Ava: you don't mind do you Grace: it's fine Ava: it's due monday and I've barely started Grace: as long as Teddy doesn't ignore me for homework too Ava: awh, how could he Grace: idk maybe you're a better influence than me Ava: i'm not going to turn the party into a study sesh, don't worry Grace: 😂 I didn't bring any homework so I'm not worried Grace: I could probably cope with Jay's but I won't be telling her Ava: ✌ Ava: I highly doubt she'll wanna do hers either Grace: she can help me get him in the 🥳🎁🕺🎊 mood then Ava: 🤞 Grace: 🙏🏽

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