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Burnout Chapter 2

Summary: You may have heard of a mid-life crisis or even a quarter-life crisis, but what is a mid-life crisis called when you’re 32? After giving up on your dreams to become an actress, you find yourself working an interesting, but not optimal career. You’re also living in Los Angeles with a great, but not excellent man. With a massive crush on the one-and-only Dieter Bravo, you spend your time reading fanfiction and questioning what could have been…but what if it’s not too late?

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x OFC

Word Count: 4k

A/N: I imagined this story like a show. Each chapter is like an episode. Each song I'll attach is like an end of episode song. Thank you for reading!

Better By Myself - Hey Violet

Chapter 2: One Step Forward

The woman once again woke up in her Los Angeles apartment and started to go through the motions of her morning routine. She let the dogs out, made the bed, laid out her work uniform and readied herself for the day.

She skipped a large portion of her makeup routine this morning as she was too tired to be bothered with the minute details of spot concealing or contour. Besides, who was she really trying to impress at her bakery job?

She yawned and tied her hair up in a high ponytail at the base of her neck. Sleep had been difficult to reach her last night. After she had watched that movie with her partner, she took herself to bed and spent far too long browsing Dieter Bravo gossip pages and tabloids before finally falling asleep around 2 am.

Her partner had tried to cuddle after they had deeply unsatisfying sex before he finally rolled over and went to sleep, but the woman was unwilling to stop browsing on her phone. He had left this morning without doing or saying anything to her, but that was typical of his inattentive nature.

Once again, the woman left her apartment and got into her car feeling dissatisfied with her life as it was. She punched the button on her radio to select a random preset radio station and tuned it out as she made her way through the slow slog of L.A. traffic to her work.

As she drove, she imagined herself driving to a movie set — or even better, being driven to a movie set? Did movie stars even drive themselves around L.A.? There was no way that famous people had to navigate something as menial and frustrating as traffic every morning. Or maybe they did, she had seen pictures of Dieter driving around L.A. before. And Britney Spears’ famous paparazzi pictures of her driving with her baby in her lap were devastating and also probably indicative that famous people did drive.

The fact that she had to mull over whether or not famous people might do something as normal as driving upset her. She wished that she just knew the answer from experience, but unfortunately, she had already played her cards.

She leaned her forehead against her steering wheel and groaned at the stoplight just before her work. She closed her eyes and thought about what it would be like to get up early for work as an actress. Would she still hate mornings as much as she did now?

Hooooonnnnnk!

Someone laid into their horn unnecessarily long and the woman flipped the driver behind her off in her rearview mirror. The light was now green but appeared to have just turned green as the person next to her hadn’t even started going either.

“Screw you, asshole! Oh my god,” the woman seethed, putting her foot on the gas. “Way to start my morning off on the right foot.”

She would never admit it to herself, but her anger was grossly misdirected. The only person that had sabotaged her morning was herself.

***

After a busy morning, lunchtime came around quickly. The woman didn’t have much of an appetite and instead turned to her cellphone and started searching for more information on Dieter Bravo. She wanted more content, craved it even, and her imagination was starting to run wild with possibilities. What would it be like to meet him? Or to be his friend? Or to be his girlfriend?

Running out of content on Reddit, she turned to Tumblr to see if the site was still active for fanart and fan edits. She felt the girlish need to set her phone background to a Dieter Bravo background like she had done in her younger years with celebrities and characters she had crushes on.

Much to her surprise, there was a pretty decent community of Dieter Bravo fans on the website and she found herself quickly making a new account dedicated to the fandom so that she could save images and posts that she liked.

She quickly replaced the picture of her dogs in their Halloween costumes with a Dieter Bravo screensaver that she found. The photo was edited with a nice filter that she liked, and her favorite actor was grinning handsomely from ear to ear.

As she scrolled, she found dozens of appreciation photo sets, paparazzi shots, and edits that she had never seen before from forums or Twitter. Even more exciting was the wealth of Dieter Bravo/Reader fanfiction that existed on the website.

Her heartbeat fluttered as she started to scroll the Dieter Bravo/Reader tag on the website. She then realized that most of the posts were linking back to a website called AO3. After following the link, the wealth of already written fanfiction expanded exponentially.

It made sense to her after all, Tumblr had fallen off the ranks in terms of popular fanfiction sites, but she hadn’t been sure where everyone who was involved in fandom had gone to.

With shaky hands she clicked on the first fic she found on AO3. It was robust with 22 chapters and fully completed. The writing was beautiful, and the immersion had her heart racing and her palms growing damp as she placed herself into this woman’s shoes and imagined herself getting to meet Dieter Bravo on the red carpet for the first time.

She was so excited at her discovery that she didn’t notice a coworker walk into the break room.

“What’s up?” Her coworker asked her, startling her out of her obsessive reading.

The woman slammed her phone face down on the table in front of her in shock, not wanting her coworker to know that she had been reading fanfiction on her lunch break.

“Oh nothing, just uh, reading the news,” she lied.

“Cool, cool,” her coworker said casually, taking a seat across from her and beginning to unpack their lunch. “Anything interesting going on?”

Shit, the woman thought. She couldn’t remember the last time that she had actually watched the news seriously. Outside of the context of stories coming up on the radio or her partner watching the nightly news while she made them dinner, she never interacted with politics or anything of the sort.

“Oh, you know,” she fumbled. “There’s all of that stuff going on with like Russia and like… ooh scary World War Three.” She wiggled her fingers out in front of her for dramatic effect. “I just like to stay up to date on it, I guess.”

“Fair enough,” her coworker replied, unwrapping a turkey sandwich from their lunch bag. “With how close we are to Russia and North Korea and China; I feel like that’s a good idea.”

The woman frowned. She hadn’t ever thought of that before — that the country’s West Coast was closest to those nations. Maybe she should actually start reading the news…

“Yeah totally,” she said anyway with a fake smile on her face. “It’s so important to stay in the know. Anything can happen at any time and like…you should just know at least the basics. Civic duty and all of that jazz.”

She flipped over her phone again and took a look at the time. It was still 10 minutes before she had to return to her shift, but she did not want to sit here and make small talk.

“Well, I need to go use the restroom before I get back to it,” she explained, standing from her seat at the table. “Enjoy your lunch. That sandwich looks delicious.”

“Thanks!” Her coworker replied as she scurried out of the break room.

She spent her last 10 minutes of her lunch on the toilet continuing to read the fanfiction that she had found. People came and went from the restroom, but she didn’t pay them any mind. Otherwise, she would have been embarrassed to hold up an entire stall for 10 whole minutes, but since her refuge in the break room had been so rudely interrupted, she needed to work with what she had.

Sitting on the toilet with her pants around her knees, she imagined herself on a date with Dieter Bravo like the girl in the fanfiction was. He was dressed very suave, and the girl could not afford something of similar caliber. In the story he promised to take her out shopping for suitable clothing so that she didn’t have to be embarrassed any longer.

The woman thought about her own closet at home and grimaced. If she was to ever be put in this position — not that she would — Dieter would have to do the exact same thing for her.

She wouldn’t take his money, though. She would much sooner max out her own credit cards on new clothes than allow for him to pay for all of that. Actually, she would’ve done so before he even asked her out. Who wouldn’t go into a little bit of debt to look nice for a lunch date with Dieter?

Scowling at her phone and her lost immersion, she placed her cellphone back into her pocket and prepared herself to finish out the last half of her workday.

***

The woman pulled up to her apartment with Dieter Bravo stories on her mind. She had taken not one but two more bathroom breaks than she usually would during the second half of her shift to try to get her fix in.

The story progressed with Dieter’s offer to buy the girl in the story a whole new wardrobe. He spared no expense to get her dresses for their dates, gowns for events that were coming up in the next month, and even booked her an appointment with a celebrity hair and makeup artist for the events.

The prospect of being treated like this made her woozy as she drove home thinking of how nice it would feel to be pampered. She had changed her mind since her initial judgment of the character. While she definitely would have charged her credit card for the first date outfit, she would love to be whisked off to designer boutiques in preparation for Dieter’s events.

There were many characters in the story that she wasn’t sure were actually involved in Dieter’s life in reality. He had a sassy agent who called him continuously with offers for film deals and an ex-girlfriend/former coworker that bothered him endlessly. Not to mention the countless booty calls and horny text messages that he received throughout the day that made the main character jealous.

She resisted the urge to pull her phone out and start reading the story again in her car, knowing that her partner would be expecting her inside. Her story would be waiting for her when she was in her apartment.

“Can we just order in?” She asked as she entered the apartment, setting her belongings down on the floor in the entryway. “I’m not really feeling up to cooking.”

Her partner turned around from his seat on the couch. “Oh no? Bad day?”

“Not bad, just tired,” she replied, heading straight for their bedroom to change out of her work clothes. “Does takeout sound good?”

“I’m not hungry now,” her partner said from the couch. The news anchor on the TV started a new segment about some police chase that had happened earlier in the day and caused a bunch of traffic. The interference of the news anchor made her irate.

The woman frowned and poked her head out of the bedroom. “What is that supposed to mean?”

He shrugged and turned the tv down. “I mean I can wait for a bit until dinner. You can take some time to relax before you cook if you want to.”

Take some time to relax before you cook.

Why don’t you get off your ass and cook then? She thought, letting her frustration get the better of her. The words nearly slipped right out of her lips. I cook every damn night for you while you sit there and relax. What? I get 30 minutes to sit before I have to get up and cook?

“Or we could do takeout? Doordash, UberEats?” She offered again from the bedroom. She pulled her work shirt over her head and changed into a loose t-shirt.

“I’m down to wait for food,” her partner insisted, causing the woman to see red.

Her work pants were down at her ankles, but she kicked them off and came out into the living room in her underwear with her hands on her hips, not caring that the curtains were wide open for neighbors to see into the apartment.

“Are you not listening to me? I said that I don’t want to cook,” she hissed. “Why would I want to cook more in a half hour from now?”

Her partner held both of his hands up in surrender. “I was just saying I’m not in a rush for food, if you need to rest you can rest. I can wait to eat is all. I had a big lunch.”

“But you’re not listening to me,” she insisted. “I said I want to rest rest. I want to rest all evening and order in. I want to eat some greasy Chinese food and lay around until it’s time to go to bed.”

He raised his eyebrows like he was surprised by the idea. “You said work wasn’t bad. Did something happen at work?”

“No, nothing happened at work. Work was fine. But that doesn’t mean that I don’t deserve a break? Can’t I just not cook for one night? I’m just saying I don’t want to cook for one night and I get shit from you?”

“Come on, babe. The shades are open,” he protested, trying to circumvent the argument by pointing out her half-nakedness. He commonly argued like this - pointing out some detail in a half-assed attempt to de-escalate and invalidate her emotions.

She shouldn’t complain about his blatant misogyny and laziness and zero sympathy because God forbid the neighbors see an adult woman in her underwear for a split second as they walk past.

“I don’t care! I don’t care about the curtains.” The woman threw her arms up into the air. “I just want to relax and order some damn takeout. Is that too much to ask?”

Her partner shrugged once more, and she ground her teeth in frustration. He really did not have a care in the world. His ambivalence infuriated her. She couldn’t afford to be ambivalent, she had to want for more.

He was satisfied.

“I just thought we were trying to save money is all,” he said. “No offense made.”

“Well, offense taken,” the woman said, retreating back into the bedroom in search of a pair of sweatpants. “If your goal is to save money by cooking at home, why does that have to be my sole responsibility?”

“Hey,” his voice had a bite to it now. “I don’t appreciate you coming after me when you’ve never once mentioned feeling overburdened by cooking.”

She ignored him and pawed around on their bedroom floor for her phone which had gotten discarded when she kicked her work pants off of her legs. When she retrieved it, she checked her internet tab on her phone to make sure that she hadn’t lost her place in her story.

The woman re-entered the living room with a new expression written on her face. She played the role of the pacifist now, as always.

“What do you want from Doordash? Or is UberEats cheaper?”

“UberEats is cheaper. Chinese sounds good,” her partner said, turning the volume back up on the television.

The face-painted news anchor started talking again, this time about a different story. She spoke of a charity ball for celebrities taking place next weekend that featured the top A-list celebrities and the Make a Wish Foundation. It was being held in Anaheim, near her work.

“And the likes of Chris Hemsworth, Ryan Reynolds, and Dieter Bravo will all be in attendance. The event is minimally open to the public and tickets are a form of another donation to the foundation. Visit charityballanaheim.com for more information,” the reporter said, and the woman held back a gasp at seeing Dieter Bravo’s face on the television.

“Did you hear me?” her partner asked. “Chinese?”

“Yeah, yeah, UberEats, I’ve got it,” she replied. “I’m going to go lay down, I think I’m getting a headache. I’m sorry for snapping at you, honey.”

She crossed over to her partner and planted a kiss on his forehead before eagerly heading to their bedroom.

Her heart was thundering at the realization that Dieter Bravo was going to be so close to where she was working. She had been looking at the rumor pages about him possibly appearing at the D23 Expo for promotional activities, but that wasn’t until three weeks from now.

This weekend, she would know exactly where he was, and she would be so close to him. She opened up her story on her phone and plugged her charger in so that her phone wouldn’t die. After being on it off and on all afternoon, it was much lower battery than it typically was during a normal day of work.

Quietly, she started to whisper out the lines of dialogue that the reader would say to Dieter as they were at an event during the story. She closed her eyes for a second and pictured them together at the Met Gala like they were in the fanfiction.

The luxurious deep red-carpet swathing over the many stairs while photographers snapped images at rapid speed. The Met Gala outfits were usually picked months and months in advance, but Dieter had arranged for a stunning Oscar de la Renta gown to be custom altered to fit her.

Dieter wore a matching suit that had the very same crystals adorning the material and he had his arm around the small of her waist and he was kissing on her ear as the cameras flashed in their faces.

“There are many beautiful women in this world, but you are the most beautiful, to me,” he said to her.

The woman smiled as she acted out the reader character’s response, “I was waiting for you to tell me how pretty I am again. I was getting worried that five minutes had passed without a compliment.”

“Even famous actors deserve breaks sometimes,” Dieter replied, kissing her hair. The camera flashed again, causing her to almost blink, but she resisted the urge and plastered a smirk on her face for the cameras.

“Next time give me a warning,” she murmured out loud, reading the reader’s response once more.

She froze beneath the covers as she heard the tv mute from the living room.

“Are you on the phone, babe?” her partner asked from the doorway.

Out of fear or anxiety or maybe both, she clicked away from the Dieter Bravo story and switched over to Instagram where her feed was filled with former classmates and their babies and their weddings and events.

“No, I was just laughing at this stupid thing someone from high school posted on Insta!” she said sheepishly.

“Oh. How long until Chinese?” he asked. “I lied; I am getting pretty hungry.”

“Shit,” she said, scrambling for the UberEats app on her phone. “I’m sorry, I got distracted. I’m just so exhausted. What did you want again?”

He shrugged. “Just like chow mein and orange chicken from Panda Express.”

“Got it!” she said, giving her partner a thumbs up. “I’m ordering it now.”

“Thanks babe,” he said, leaving her alone once more.

She completed ordering the food and then took to her story once more, trying not to verbalize the words of the woman in the story, but instead just moving her mouth and making the facial expressions that would go along with the emotions.

The activity made her want to act again and she started to get frustrated and even sad. What was she doing in her early thirties camping out in bed and pretending to talk to Dieter Bravo? Couldn’t she do something?

She clicked away from the story once more after reaching Chapter 15 out of 22 and started to look up resources for becoming an actress. There was a feeling deep in the pit of her stomach that felt like a hunger for something more – other than Chinese takeout and Dieter Bravo.

Perhaps the jealousy she was feeling wasn’t for this character and her interactions with Dieter, but rather her fast track to becoming an actress. She had the distinct feeling that her dream was still missing from her life. And after all, why couldn’t she start now? Who was really stopping her other than herself?

‘How to teach self to become actress’, she Googled. In between searches, she flicked back to her story and continued to devour it.

Finally, she found a workshop that was being hosted about a 30-minute drive from where they lived. It was tomorrow, but it was only $15 for a full day of mini-acting classes. She had enough sick leave… She could do it.

Without hesitation, she registered for the workshop and then returned to her fanfiction. The details were beautiful, the descriptions of the outfits and the way that Dieter spoke to her. His words were like velvet on paper and reading his compliments felt like receiving them in real life.

An hour passed and the Chinese food was dropped off, filling the apartment with the smell of warm chicken and rice. The woman emerged from her bedroom and sat at the table with her partner. Their two dogs circled beneath the table, eager for any scrap of chicken that they could get.

She listened as he talked about the business and how excited he was for the next quarter of the year. She nodded and poked at her food with her chopsticks as the resources that she had seen online were still present in her mind.

“Hey-” she interrupted him mid-sentence.

“Hey yourself?” his eyes were wide with surprise. “What’s up?”

She took a deep breath inward to steady herself before dropping the news. “You know, I think I’m going to call in sick tomorrow.”

“Huh? Why? Are you okay?” he asked, reaching out for her hand. “You’ve been acting funny today.”

“No, no, I’m not sick. I’m fine,” she insisted.

He raised an eyebrow at her and took a bite of his orange chicken. “Well then, why would you call out sick if you aren’t sick?”

She shrugged, taking a page out of his book. “I’m going to go to an acting workshop tomorrow. It’s only $15 and I want to go.”

Her partner pursed his lips in thought. “Well, if that’s what you want to do tomorrow…then I guess that’s what you want to do tomorrow.”

The woman pressed her lips firmly into a line. Unsupportive as ever, of course. Not that she should expect anything more or less from him.

“I do want to do it tomorrow,” she said firmly. “So, I’m going to go.”

He nodded and took another bite. “Okay then, it sounds like fun.”

“Don’t you want to know why?” she asked, a little harsher than she had meant it to come out. “Don’t you care?”

“Of course, I care…I mean, I care about you, but you’re being kind of weird. I don’t know.”

“Okay,” the woman said. “I’m going to go back to bed then. I’ll see you there when you’re ready for bed too.”

“Okay,” he replied, his expression suggesting that she was the crazy one.

She rolled her eyes, took her phone out of her pocket, and returned to read her story in bed as she had been before.

With a plan to take a step forward in life and a fantasy that was better than her reality, she continued to read stories until midnight, stopping only to get enough rest to prepare for her workshop in the morning.

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livmcxwell · 1 year

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* meagan good . cis woman . she / her . / that’s olivia maxwell walking in to mama’s bakery - you know , the thirty - eight year old singer / songwriter & businesswoman known for rushing back from the restroom while being announced an award winner ? having lived here for four months , their neighbors know them to be easygoing & sensible , but their fastidious & indignant tendencies shine through when there are no buses in the city . / ✎ j . 25+ . she/her . pst .

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full name: olivia elise maxwell salvetti nicknames: liv ( close friends or family ) age: 38 date of birth: october 4, 1984 gender: cis woman pronouns: she/her s. orientation: heterosexual relationship status: married separated hometown: seattle, washington current residence: lakeview, louisiana / los angeles, california occupation: singer / songwriter + businesswoman zodiac: libra languages: english, spanish, french traits: easygoing, sensible, alluring, indignant, fastidious, self-indulgent

about.

olivia elise maxwell was born in seattle washington, in october of 1984. the household included her two older fraternal twin siblings ( brother & sister ), and their family dog, max. they're a tight knit family with a lower middle class background. officially the baby of family, she was pretty much doted on by her parents and siblings. as a child, she was always considered well behaved but there was a mischievous part without a doubt. her cuteness played a factor multiple times, in getting what she wanted.

as a student from elementary to high school, she was pretty inquisitive and willing to learn. especially, if it was something that she found challenging. the perfectionist in her wanted to prove herself that she could do it. her two favorite subjects were english and music. liv was also fond of learning different languages, something that would carry on into her adulthood. athletic wise, she spent time on the cheerleader squad as a flyer.

she’s had a love for music and singing since she could first remember. she admired multiple artists and spent a great amount of time watching music videos on tv. olivia would imitate and sing songs of r&b and pop stars at any given moment, mariah carey being one of her favorites. she could be seen on family home videos, gradually progressing with her vocals, as years passed. once high school graduation became close, she knew that she wanted to pursue her chosen career. she was determined to gain the support of her parents. it would take some time for them to warm up to it ( a couple of months ), but they eventually do. however, under one condition: as long as she completed her education as planned. willing to almost do anything, she agreed to it without question.

she soon graduated from high school and decided to give a college a go, while working towards a start on her career. though she didn't see college necessary to sing, she wanted to have a back up plan in place. she knew that things didn't always plan out the way a person would like. she decided to attend ucla with major in business. if she didn't desire an career in the music industry, she could see herself going in the business direction.

time has passed and olivia is a full on college student. her time is spent for studying/classes, her social life, and a part time job in a restaurant. she's comfortable with how things are going, despite lacking a chance for her dream. however, it doesn't stop her from writing as much as possible. journaling and songwriting became a great outlet for her to express herself. she considers it soothing and it keeps her determination alive. when an opportunity arises for people to showcase their talent on campus, she decides to enter it. this was a good way to share her talent, which she was ready to do. prior to the day, she planned out her performance, with close friends willing to help out.

unbeknownst to her, in attendance of the showcase were people that worked in the music industry. her performance would be met with a warm and impressed reception from the crowd, which gave her relief. while talking with friends after the show conceded, she would be approached with a chance to reach her dreams by a music label executive. this would be the start of a career with longevity.

with her family backing her and getting close to her degree, olivia begins her journey. the studio becomes a second home to her when, she isn't completing school. she writes with a team and prepares for her debut. with direction of the music label, she works on getting her name out on a public scale. she does features for other artists and makes sure to network with the right people.

as the years go by, her vocal skills and talent is something that can't be ignored. she gains a fan base of people with admiration for her music, that continued to grow, which includes inevitable fame.

STALKING TW: in the midst of her rising star power, olivia is a pretty free woman. she's single and ready to meet someone. when she is set up on date with a seemingly decent guy, she sees it as a start of something good. after a few dates, the two are reaching a relationship and things are well....until it's not. clinginess turns to possessiveness and red flags are waving. she makes the decision to ending things early on. which immediately becomes an official problem for her. he makes a point to not leave her alone for months on end, forcing her team to get a bodyguard. this goes on for almost a year, when an incident happens, ending it for good.

following the incident, she moved on with her life as best as possible. which included therapy, boxing classes, and even a marriage. her career went on a short hiatus to prepare for a new beginning. it led to some good writing, and even better music. she has been able to reach many accolades over time that not everyone can achieve. her career is considerably a success, even though she still retains the hunger that she had from the very beginning.

being in a comfortable position of her career, she wanted to venture out of the industry for a change. with her business degree in mind, she planned to actually put it to use. she became interested in only creating things that she personally enjoyed. she co-created an accessory line ( which included sunglasses ) with a close friend, before planning for her own cosmetic brand. the idea of the brand was a result of some bad makeup throughout the early years of her career, and lack of inclusion for all skin tones. being something that she finds to be necessary and useful to other people, she put a business plan in place with the right people that could help make it a reality.

the brand would be in plans for a few years, before launching. giving that it was a big business decision, she didn't want to rush things or ruin it before it could even begin. she managed to gain enough interest for it, with playful hints and it's first promotion. it also helped that people seemed to really like her. since debut, the cosmetic brand has reached success, gaining attention from both time and forbes.

she's been in lakeview for four months, following a separation for her husband, grayson. although she doesn't have any connection to the town, she views it as somewhere that can she just breathe. where can she trade in a big city, for a small one. she originally came across it on a trip to new orleans and didn't mind coming back.

personality.

overall, olivia is seen as a sweetheart. she’s sweet yet charming, so it's not that hardto pull people in. it’s why most people tend to like her. she’s also easygoing and people don’t mind talking to her ( this includes interviews ). she can also be quite giving. she’s considerate of others and their feelings, wanting to do for them, what she would want for herself.

8/10 she’s pretty sensible. she big on making the right decisions, but no one is perfect, right?

where there’s sweet, there’s sour. she also has the ability to be resentful, which can make her brutally honest & come off as b*tchy. although she isn't someone that enjoys confrontation, she also isn't one to back down from it. she will defend herself or someone else if it feels necessary.

she also has a knack for being picky about things. she’s like a huge perfectionist with things, more specifically her jobs. she can also be very much all about herself, meaning indulgent. she’s willing to do whatever makes her happy. whether through actions or spending money.

more.

outside of working, she's big on free time. she'd rather take a break, than to overdo things.

other than writing, she also enjoys drawing. whether it’s people, views, or just random doodles.

she’s big on self care: having time to herself, getting massages, exercising, going to the salon, or getting enough sleep.

she loves both coffee and tea, though she likes coffee a little bit more.

she loves to shop. online or in a mall, it doesn’t matter. if she really wants it, then she buys it.

she’s definitely not a party animal, but she does love to have fun and drink, whether if she’s with friends or simply at home.

she can cook really well, thanks to her family. it’s something that allows her to still feel close to them, whenever she’s away from home.

she has a dog named coco that she loves dearly. like really, that’s basically her little baby.

want to make her happy? give her food. make her food. bake her her cookies.

she enjoys photography, rather it’s taking photos of her own or enjoying others. she takes plenty of friends, herself, or whenever she travels.

with a hunger for knowledge, she’s always willing to learn more, including languages. which she aims to learn more, if she can help it.

#30.intro #stalking tw #wow this is crap. enjoy!

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dizbunny · 2 years

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🎉Mr Snuffles’s New Year’s Party🎊

“You are cordially invited to my New’s year party located at Sunset room Hollywood located at 1439 N Ivar Ave, Los Angeles, CA 90028. I hope you can make it , Sincerely Mr S.” Said the small letter written in cursive and in crayon. The best friends looked at there individual invites then up at the venue lighted by the Golden hour sky and then back to the invites.

“Max? are you sure this is the right place I don’t see a lot of people.. there is literally one car and it’s a truck for a bakery that might aswell be catering for another party that we are about to crash! AND Wasn’t Mr S the same name on the letter that your aunt was sent that caused her to be crushed by a stage light that almost killed her??!? What if Mr S is a serial killer that failed to get the aunt so now there targeting the nephew for some strange reason and you are dragging me down with you into death because what serial killer wants a witness to there crime!?!?”

“One” Max replied “I’ve actually been to Hollywood a lot more than your one time because of already mentioned aunt living so I know my way around.” “Two” “ We already flew all the way here form Jersey anyway so even if we’re at the wrong place we already bit the bullet let’s just go in” “AND NUMBER 3!” You also got a invitation so Mr S wanted you here as-well and even if Mr S is a serial killer I would be happy to die wearing the drip you made me Lily so let’s just welcome the new year and PARTY!! And if we’re at the wrong place we can ask a worker and they can lead us to the right place.” The two friends walked up the steps to the venue and with a knock on the doors were opened by an Robotic assistant.

“Welcome to Mr Snuffles’s New Year’s party my name is Assitbun and I’m in charge of the guest list and once all guests have arrived I shall Bring the musical beats as supplied by the venue Now can you two kindly give me your names so I can see if you two are invited?” Said the robot bunny.

“Lily C Artoon”

“Max wood”

Assitbun’s facial features disappeared and were replaced with a small list of names when two check marks appeared on there names before the list disappeared and the rabbits face returned.“Welcome to the Party! Said Assitbun before moving aside to let them inside the venue.

“Well that solves about one of my questions and I guess Mr snuffles is Mr S and I guess we are extremely early out of a already small guest list which explains that lack of cars soI guess that’s all my questions answered YAY!” Said Lily Also I’m surprised you didn’t try to mess with that Robot by saying your name was a movie character’s name or something like that and make a movie reference ”

“It took all my willpower not to, Lily, All of it replied Max “NOW LET’S PARTY!!!”

As they ran into the venue decorated with decorations inviting the new year they looked across the venue they noticed a single tired mother relaxing as her child runs across the venue floor crossing over the dance floor where a little girl in a clown mask could be found twisting on the dance floor as if she was from the 60s or something nearby two cartoon dogs in roller skates dancing with a cartoon pig girl on the dance floor as who Lily and Max assume are her parents catering the food and drinks as “Never gonna give you up” Plays

The little girl in a long purple dress and hair in curls soon quickly noticed Lily and Max and started running to greet and welcome them to the party.

“I’m 99% percent sure I know that girl from somewhere …can’t place my figure on it “ Max whispered to Lily quickly

“Hiii! Welcome to the Party! I’m Mary and I hope you guys enjoy yourselves if you have any questions ask me I think I can help you and I hope you guys try the food my Mommy and daddy made I even helped! HAVE A HAPPY NEW YEAR!” Mary said as she covered the two with 2023 accessories.

“Do you have Coffee?” Asked Lily

“Can we meet the Host of this Party?” Asked Max

“Sure you can meet Mr Snuffles he’s at the very tippy tippy top of those stairs! He wanted to greet guests dramatically I guess and I don’t know about the coffee we can ask my parents if there is some.”

Max hugged Lily as they embarked on there quests and promised each other to meet on the dance floor. Max then climbed up the stairs to find the host only to find nobody there just a teddy bear in a suit positioned on the balcony looking toward the dance floor Mr snuffles wasn’t there only a teddy bear was

“I cant believe I got duped…I should just join Lily in the quest for coffee at this point I’m practically talking to a teddy bear” said Max as he walked away back to the stairs.

“You should’ve just said I was the third cousin to the Kaiser and second cousin to the devil Old sport” A mysterious voice said behind Max and as Max turned around the voice continued “You see… I’m Mr Snuffles” spoke the now standing Dapper teddy bear holding a glass as to imitate that one Leonardo DiCaprio meme.

“I understand that reference also why did you on the invitation write your name as Mr S when that’s not your name and you are aware that name is associated with an attempted homicide attempt ?” Asked Max flabbergasted from the Shyamalan level twist. “Would you have taken the invitation seriously if I wrote my full name?” Replied Mr snuffles “Would you have come?”

“Jordan Peele’s new movie” Replied Max cheerfully “Exactly” replied Mr snuffles “I am also very much aware of what the name “Mr S” is associated with as much as I regret my actions I can’t take back the fact that I was the one who attempted homicide on your Aunt Gladys.”

The minute Mr snuffles said that Max was running faster then Cinderella down the stairs.

Meanwhile at the Concession stand ran by Mary’s parents

“Hey there Sweetie who’s your friend there” Asked Dave to his Daughter as Mary and Lily walked closer to the concession stand.

“She wants to know if there’s coffee around here also…” Mary answered her father before Turning to Lily “What’s your name? You never mentioned your name.”

“My name is Lily” she replied Turning back to Mary with her Answer

“Well Sugar you must be one lucky gal because I just found a bag of Coffee beans underneath the concession stand so we can make coffee just for you!” Said Sheryl

“Actually two people I’m getting coffee for my best friend Max to. We barely get any sleep at all but I’m pretty sure just looking at our faces would make that clear but because how much time homework and making PowerPoints about our hyper fixations for our school clubs takes , we actually share the room for funny story actually I broke my projector accidentally and you can’t project cartoons for your members without one so now the film club and the animation club became The film and animation club and I’m in debt to the New Jersey Public school system and so because of all that we need a cup of Coffee before we fall asleep before midnight ahahah and isn’t the whole point of New year eve is to stay up till midnight?.

“Alright Lily, how do you and you and your friend like your coffee?” Asked Mary.

“Two Espresso ’s with a lot of sugar please! other than mixing every energy drink on earth espressos usually keep me and Max up.

“Thats not healthy at all but Two Expressos coming right up!” Said Dave. “Why don’t you go dance while the coffee gets made” Asked Sheryl

“I am supposed to meet up with Max there anyway soooooo why not be early and bust a move Also thanks for enabling my crippling caffeine addiction!!!” Lily said cheerfully skipping to the dance floor before tripping on her heels and face planting on the cold hard venue floor.

“I got some crocs in my hammerspace if you want them” asked Mary to the girl on the floor.

“Please” said Lily accepting the kind gift and switching from uncomfortable heels to comfy crocs.

The two girls entered the dance floor

Mary rejoined the dancing roller skating dog couple and continued dancing and talking with them

“It’s been so long Mary I haven’t seen you since 2005!” Said Alex before noticing the heart necklace Mary was wearing around her neck “YOU KEPT IT ALL THIS YEARS” Continued Alex cheerfully.

“ I also watched your roller derbies at home on the tv ……sorry I haven’t gone in person… you know why” replied Mary cheerfully both happy to be reunited.

“I heard a lot about you Mary! By the way I’m Sally Alex’s girlfriend I’m so glad to finally meet you and I love your dress Mary” Sally said cheerfully before turning her sights to Lily who doing a shuffle sorta dance as Katy Perry’s firework plays “ I ALSO LOVE YOUR DRESS FILM REEL GIRL!”

“THANKS I MADE IT MYSELF!” Happily replied “It actually demonstrates the history of animation! That’s why it’s black and white around the top piece and colored on the skirt and it has POCKETS! OOF” said Lily before being tackled to the ground and losing one of the crocs!

“LILY!!!!YOU WERE RIGHT! Screamed Max in fear “MR SNUFFLES IS THE SAME MR S THAT ATTEMPTED HOMICIDE ON MY AUNT GLADYS AND HE’S TARGETING MEEEEE ALSO HE’S A TEDDY BEAR.” “CAP THERE’S NO WAY THE HOST IS A TEDDY BEAR!I AND YOU SAID YOU WOULD BE HAPPY TO DIE WEARING THE OUTFIT I MADE AND GIFTED YOU FOR CHRISTMAS!” screamed Lily back to Max.”IM TO YOUNG TO DIE!” Said Max before both of them were bear hugged by the previously twisting girl in the clown mask who had just noticed them through the limited vision of the mask and was so happy to see them she couldn’t help but bear hug them so tightly Lily and Max thought that the clown had the ability to extend her limbs like she was elastic girl and they are correct.

“IM SO HAPPY! IM FINALLY FINALLY HOME! YOU TWO ARE THE ONLY ONES AT THIS PARTY THAT’S SUCH A GAS THAT ARENT FREAKS! MY NAME IS POPPY WHATS YOURS?” Said Poppy excitedly

“WHAT DID YOU CALL ME YOU CLOWN FREAK! YOU SHOULD NOT EVEN BE ALIVE! HUMANS ARE EXTINCT!!” yelled the once running the fish like child as he runs toward Poppy

“Goldie! NO!” Cried his mother.

“GOLDIE YES!” Goldie yelled as he jumps to attack Poppy

“Oh Snap we got a salmon run over here” Said Lily as she and Max drink there finished Coffee having escaped Poppy’s grasp when Goldie distracted her and are now watching the fight between Goldie and Poppy and later Assitbun has he tries to break up the fight as Mary and Mr Snuffles joins them to talk.

Mary sighs because she knows that this talk is gonna open deep old wounds that she has run from far as she can remember but she’s not running not anymore yet she still squeezes Mr snuffles for comfort.

“Do you know why I have Mr snuffles?” asked Mary

“He was a gift …An apology gift from My Director and apparently for the advice she gave me well that’s what she said anyway apparently going through something in real life helps with acting and the pilot … I don’t think she was ever sorry for it…ever ” Mary continued starting to tear up.

“What was the advice she gave you Mary?” Asked Max

“That I was Mistake and I couldn’t do anything right that I am the most useless kid In the entire world that I am destitute and dense and a crybaby and so much more… I was exhausted to my breaking point … acting for her …trying to be absolutely perfect for her … all I wanted to do was make her proud …proud of my performance in her sitcom pilot” Answered Mary starting to drown in her past

“You know how in some stories the new kid at school gets bullied I was the new kid on camera and off camera… That week was absolute hell and it still affects me to this very day…I have can’t hear a laugh track or watch an episode of any sitcom without the memories flooding back in and whenever I make a mistake no matter how small… I tell myself her advice and you wanna know what all the suffering amounted to?”

“What Mary…” asked Lily concerned about what the answer is going to be.

“Nothing”

“…the sitcom was cancelled so all that suffering was for nothing anyway everything that happened to me then was the whole reason why Mr snuffles did what he did to your Aunt Gladys … yeah my New Years resolution is going to therapy…I’m gonna go welcome that stuffed bunny in the 1920s flapper costume over there . Have a nice time you Lovebirds at the party, bye!” Said Mary as she wiped her tears leaving.

“But we’re not Dating…” Said Lily tired of hearing that.

“And you don’t

“Just so you know Max I’m actually really chill and I absolutely loathe violence I’m only violent when people harm Mary in anyway …you were on my list because of the pool incident where you crushed her because you didn’t follow the pool rules but thank your girlfriend Lily for the suit she made me because if not you would be dead in space or in another universe also here’s the croc you lost earlier Lily be sure to return them for your plane tickets back home” said Mr snuffles as he left “I got a party to host…Just a about four more guests and the party can truly start also I’m putting careless whisper just for you to ”

“Poor girl…” said Lily who just wanted to drink her Coffee and watch a fight.

“Should have called Cool Cat” Said Max jokingly before asking Lily a question.

“You got some kind of Sixth Sense or something? Do you see dead people because the fact that you prevented something without knowing anything about it is sus.” Asked Max.

“To be honest I was more scared of Mary and what she could do Since Mary is a toon she has access to a bunch of Toon props that would kill normal people like us …I just thought “What if that little Toon Tyke puts a bomb in a box and gifts it to you” I just …didn’t want to lose my best friend I didn’t want you to end up like Teddy Valiant so I raced the clock to make a suit for her teddy bear before my vacation was over and I succeeded.” Said Lily cheerfully

“Thank you Lily and that’s why My new year resolution other than sleeping is to I guess not complain when you pick the movie at movie night to the point of fighting you and I guess destroy my bias of animated films being just for babies ?” Said Max

Lily said cheerfully “ I think that’s gonna be my New Year Resolution also just you know destroying my Bias that live action films are just boring wastes of time instead I mean I did love inception.”

Lily continued as she raised her coffee cup to make a toast to the new year. A New year for the club and for there friendship.

“Cheers?” Lily asked.

“Cheers!” Answered Max

“TO 2023!” The best friends cheered.

As the best friends talked about Movies and shows recommending each other stuff to watch they couldn’t help but be distracted as Alex unintentionally disrupts their conversation with his barking and growling soon joined by Sally.

“Dog barking! Something bad is gonna happen it’s an omen in every movie” Max said sarcastically.

Lily pokes her head out of the booth where they were sitting at and starts to snicker.

“This party is either about get really awkward or more dramatic then a telenovela” Said Lily in amusement.

“Really? Why” Asked Max

But he didn’t need to wait for an answer… he just saw his answer. There near the door was His uncle Bob, his cousins Evelyn and Ashley and the reason for the drama and awkwardness, Aunt Gladys the very Same director who directed Mary’s sitcom and abused her all those years ago

Max whispered to Lily “How are we more early then them when they actually live here and we had to deal with the new year airport crowd AND flying across the country it feels like it took them like four days to get here.”

Mary and Gladys stared at each other unsure what to say until…

“Mary…I’m” Gladys said before a microphone screech interrupted her.

“Ladies and Gentleman…Boys and Girls! Welcome to my New Years party!” Said Mr Snuffles from the top of the stairs balcony after being made aware by Assitbun that all guests have arrived.

“As we gather to welcome the new year with hope for a better year as I know for some of you …You’ve been through lot of horrible things that you should never have been through but it’s time to party and celebrate the New Year with Musical classics such as the cha cha slide and Y.M.C.A , Food and Drinks prepared by S.D Bakery and a Murder mystery game and of course Fireworks!” Continued Mr snuffles

“LET THE PARTY BEGIN!” Cheered Mr Snuffles creating an indoor firework show with his magical powers causing cheers before Mr snuffles was pushed to the side by a small rabbit girl in a flapper costume.

“Enough with the showing off!” Said the stuffed Rabbit in a British accent. “I’m Velvie and who wants to see me jump off the balcony and into the water fountain!” Velvie asked the small guest crowd hearing cheers to do so as Mr snuffles rolled his eyes.

So she did.

And they cheered.

The Party continued on and soon Mary noticed Poppy sitting at a table booth all alone and decided to join her at the booth.

“Hi! …Poppy was it?” Said Mary to the girl who was All alone.

“Oh! Hi Porky!” Replied Poppy cheerfully.

“Mary actually but it is better than being called Peppa so I’ll let that slide… Are you doing ok? I can’t really tell because of the mask covering your face but are you enjoying the party?” Asked Mary concerningly

“Oh don’t worry about me Mary! I’m enjoying the party! Even if I don’t know anybody here …and I don’t know the music …I don’t get out much. In fact, I can’t Leave based on an curse but I think the curse is broken because I’m here! ” Replied Poppy cheerfully before becoming melancholy before becoming cheerful again.

“Why?” Asked Mary.

“Halloween night …I made a mistake…I walked away from my mommy and daddy…and I found a pretty door and I went in … and I found a playground inside so I played in it and there was some clown guy that I don’t remember his name but I think it was Balan or something like that and he told me the rules which there was only one Rule which was leave before Twelve but I forgot the rule while playing and when I tried to go home …the door wouldn’t open …he told me I could never go home because I broke the rules so I found a big hammer and hit him with it a bit and then he wasn’t moving. I guess I became the queen of the playground I still miss my mommy and daddy” Poppy answered.

“Wait but if your cursed to stay at the playground. How are you even here?” Asked Mary understandably so.

“I don’t know…All I remember was finding a letter on the floor for me and it was an invite to this party and I read it and it was an invite then big bright light came and I was here being greeted by that…creepy teddy bear” Answered Poppy.

“You were probably teleported which could be the same thing for other guests as well” replied Mary puzzling together how Mr snuffles managed to bring his guest list together.

“What year is it?” Asked Poppy abruptly.

“It’s 2022 and it’s about to become 2023 in two hours…What year was it when you entered the playground” Asked Mary concerned yet prepared to comfort her.

“1961…” Said Poppy with her voice starting to shake.

“You were gone for…60 years ” Mary said Now hugging Poppy to comfort her.

“Everything I know is gone…I was gone to long… do my friends even remember me…M-my mommy and daddy are-” Poppy said as she mentally spiraled down deeper and deeper into her already damaged mind from the years of isolation before Mary threw her a mental rope just by simply asking a five word question.

“Could I be your friend?” asked Mary

“Yes…I would like that… thank you ” replied Poppy now crying.

The two hugged each other.

“W-what if -we n-never see each other a-again” said Poppy scared to be alone again “what if you forget me.”

“I’ll still be your friend even if we never see each other again.” Answered Mary comfortingly

“I’m pretty sure Mr snuffles could work something out after all he teleported you out of your Chuck E. Cheese playground dream core backrooms prison to this party …he might not look like it but he can do a-lot.” Mary continues.

When suddenly Mr snuffles spoke into the microphone.

“It’s time for a mystery! A Murder Mystery!” Mr snuffles announced!

The guests cheered.

“I was wondering when the game would start…” Velvie thought.

“I wonder if this game is gonna be more like Clue or maybe Knives out? Wooo I love a Good whodunnit!” Max Cheerfully whispered to Lily.

Mr snuffles then teleported the guests to a dining room inside an old manor where the game would be played.

On the dining table were letters with each of the guests names on it that when opened there roles would be revealed to them.

“The rules are as following!” Mr snuffles Continued.

“1. No actual killing …just bonk them on head , show your card and tell them to play dead.”

“2. Once a victim’s body is discovered and reported. A trail to find the killer will commence in the Foyer where clues will be shared and suspects shall be questioned until everybody has written down there vote of whodunnit.”

“3. The player with most votes will be eliminated and there card and role will be revealed, the game will end if they indeed are the killer and continue into the next round.”

“4. No revealing your cards to anyone unless the game calls for it.”

“5. Act and by acting I mean acting as this is real and mourning the victim if you know them along with what’s written on your card with your roles on it.”

“And the finale rule …Have Fun!” Said Mr snuffles has explained the rules. “ Any Question’s?”

Goldie’s mother raised her hand.

“Yes Inkura?” asked Mr snuffles.

“You mentioned clues being collected and shared. What do you mean by that?” Asked Inkura.

“The Clues are context clues of what you noticed about your fellow guests as-well as the information your fellow guests bring into the game. For example, The butler Assitbun is the victim. The victim has an indent of a mallet on the back of his head. The suspects of this scenario are basically every toon here due to Hammer space which is-“ Mr snuffles Answered before being cut of by.

“The ability of Cartoon characters to carry impossible objects with them at all times ,pulling them out when needed” Lily cheerfully answered before realizing she was interrupting and was about to apologize before she was interrupted by.

“Correct!” Mr snuffles said before continuing. “Because of hammer space toons would be a prime suspect because of it another suspect in this supposed case would be Poppy because she also has a mallet which she demonstrated in your fight” Mr snuffles said as he teleported in front of Goldie and Poppy.

Velvie raised her hand.

“Yes, Velvie?” Answered Mr snuffles

“So what do we do when we find a “body”. Asked Velvie

“Great question!” Answered Mr snuffles “You found a Murder victim. Scream as loud as you can” said Mr snuffles before starting the game.

“Everybody when I say three open your cards and take your props from under your chair or in Gladys’s case in front of you.” Said Mr snuffles finally starting the game.

“One.Two.Three, Let us begin!” Cheered Mr snuffles as the game and everyone started grabbing there prop and card and heading to explore to gorgeous old manor everyone but Gladys who was still at the dining table looking at vase of roses before asking Mr snuffles.

“Why…What did I do to deserve what you did to me…What did I do to deserve being crushed by a lighting fixture and being paralyzed because of it you homicidal monster…” Asked Gladys now silently crying remembering the pain and fear she felt that night.

“I already told you. You know what you did Gladys. Your “advice” Hurt her so much it affects her so much even today.” Answered Mr snuffles ashamed of what he had done.

“So you maimed me because of something I did seventeen almost eighteen years ago …Why couldn’t you let the past just be the past! DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH MEDICAL DEBT I AM IN! YOU ALMOST KIlLED ME! YOU ALMOST WIDOWED THE LOVE OF MY LIFE! MY CHILDREN ALMOST LOST THERE MOTHER BECAUSE OF YOU! WHY!” Gladys screamed now looking directly into Mr snuffles’s eyes wanting closure.

“Here’s why Your advice was not helpful at all it was just abuse. Your abused her for a sitcom pilot something that barely anyone was gonna see” said Mr snuffles answered before continuing.

“When I found out through a old journal that Mary wrote about what you did …I was enraged…I thought for a moment… a small moment that maybe she was affected by the pain you caused her like you thought but as I thought more about it I realized how much of Mary’s behavior made so much sense… her hatred of sitcoms and laugh tracks …her self loathing whenever she made a mistake… her need to be perfect…it all made sense that it stemmed from her trauma. Trauma that you caused and because of that I planned for a entire year to get Revenge for Mary… I wanted to say thank you to her for how well she treated me…most teddies don’t get that luxury and what’s a better way to say thank you then to get revenge on there abuser and i wish I never did.” Mr snuffles said with regret before continuing.

“Because I shaped shifted myself to Mary’s appearance to get revenge on you …she was framed because of it…Mary suffered because of my actions… she and her family and had to deal with my actions in court against your family and the law while you were in a coma. She literally time traveled to try to stop it but just she saw everything instead…I traumatized her.”Said Mr snuffles with pain in his button eyes.

“Can you tell Mary that I’m sorry? I was gonna tell her myself but you interrupted me and knowing now how much I hurt her… I don’t think she would want to see me.” Said Gladys looking at the Roses.

“Take Responsibility.” Was all Mr snuffles said as he left Gladys alone in the dining room.

Meanwhile in the Manor library

“So…What do you think is in the briefcases?” Lily asked Max as they stared at there prop briefcases given to them.

Max didn’t answer instead he opened the briefcase with the code he was given 1888 when he opened the briefcase. His face lit up as he opened the briefcase.

“Oh, we happy.” Max answered taking the flashlight out of the briefcase that was causing the light and pulling out movie DVDs and VHS “My card said historian so I guess I’m a film Historian” Max said as he found a dvd and VHS player.

“Weird” Thought Lily Looking at her card that also said Historian before looking at the number “1908” and then her briefcase before opening it.

Opening the briefcase Lily pulled out Books about the history of animation such as “The world history of animation” and “That’s all folks! The Art of Warner bros. Animation.” “I’m an animation historian!” Said Lily happily.

“Nice! High five” replied Max.

They high five.

“You wanna watch a movie since I got movies in my briefcase?” Asked Max to Lily.

“Yeah sure why not. can we have popcorn?” Lily replied.

“I’ll check the kitchen for it or at least corn to make it into popcorn you pick the movie out whichever one catches your eye and wait for me to come back with popcorn.” Said Max as he grabbed the flashlight

“Thanks!!” Lily said as she went to choose a movie.

Lily picked up a DVD copy of “Run Lola Run”.

“This looks good” Lily thought as she sat down to read one of her Animation history books as she waited for Max to return.

As Max walked down the hallway decorated with books and paintings while lighting his way with the flashlight before dodging Goldie running with a frying pan screaming and giggling “YOU CANT CATCH ME!” As Dave chased after Goldie screaming “ YOU GIVE THAT BACK YOU BRAT! IF THAT FRYING PAN ISN’T IN MY HAND BY WHEN I COUNT TO THREE I WILL BE MAKING CARAWAY SALMON WITH RYE BERRY-AND-BEET SALAD AND YOU WILL BE THE SALMON!”

Max thought to himself “Perfect I know where the kitchen is and I got a suspect for who got the killer card” and continued walking down the hallway before hearing a song.

A very familiar song.

daisy…daisy

give me your answer do

She’s half crazy

all for the love of you

It won’t be a stylish marriage

I cant afford a carriage

But you’ll look sweet upon the seat

Of a bicycle built for two…

Sang Assitbun before the windows error screen appeared on his face as Assitbun became the first victim of the murder mystery game.

“ I don’t know if this is broke the first rule or not but Time of Death 11:11 PM” wrote Max on his Phone before rolling up his sleeves to take photos of the crime scene to add to his notes.

Taking a picture of every crack and every exposed wire and the broken microchips scattered on the floor stained by the hydraulic fluid and Oil pouring from an massive crack like dent on the back of his head that Max made sure not to get on himself so he won’t appear sus.

“Welp got everything now to do my best my final girl scream.”

Before Max could finish screaming everyone was teleported to the foyer room to discuss the clues Max had discovered.

“Who’s the victim Max?” Asked Mr snuffles “Do you have any clues and important information to share and did you see anyone nearby?”

“Got a lot of information for ya Mr snuffles!” Max Cheerfully answered.

“Assitbun is the victim According to the crime scene photos I took…Man that was a mess…and the last people I saw was Daddy Pig chasing the gold fish because the fish stole a frying pan or something bro was threatening the fish and everything and the time of death was 11:11 pm.”

“Look at Sherlock over here! Autism be darned my bestie can solve a mystery!” Said Lily.

“And your my Watson ! Btw did you pick a movie yet” asked Max.

“Yeah, Run Lola Run.” Answered Lily.

“Nice” replied Max.

“Excuse me for interrupting you two lovebirds but how do you know the time of death I know you didn’t do it but I would like to know” asked Mr snuffles.

“Oh yeah He pulled a Hal 9000 and sang Daisy belle as he died I heard the whole song before a windows error screen popped up but the thing is … He sang it wrong.” Answered Max

“What?” Asked Poppy.

Before Max could explain Lily screamed out.

“Don’t make him start…it’ll be 2023 by the time he finishes!”

“What do you mean by that ?” Asked Mr snuffles.

“He sang “SHE’S Half crazy” instead “I’M Half crazy” …It doesn’t make sense …the song wasn’t random it was probably programmed in …so why would he get it wrong” Replied Max as he racked his brain for answers.

“Maybe Assitbun knew you were there and fought against his pre programmed death message just enough to at least mention the Killers a girl.” Spoke Velvie sharing her Theory.

“Well that confirms it My darling Dave didn’t Kill the DJ also he was with me the entire time other than the time the fish stole the frying pan for some reason.”

“Missed opportunity” Max thought.

“Good theory Velvie ”Inkura before Turning to Max

“Can I see the crime scene photos I’m a scientist as well as an inventor I work with Machines and robots frequently and given that you mentioned it being very messy I’m also experienced with Messes I think I could be very helpful in solving this case.” Asked Inkura politely.

“Sure” answered Max giving his phone to Inkura.

“Woomy” Said Inkura happily as she began to study the crime scene photo

“It seems the circle like dent on the top of his head near his ears was the blow that splatted him and you were we’re not wrong on the mess part” Said Inkura as she studied the crime scene photos

I feel like the killer would be easy to find given they would reasonably be covered in hydrologic fluid the entire room is a splash zone and the only “dry area” would be the top of the roof and even then the killer does seem to have done this before at least… once before.” Said Inkura sharing all the information she could gather from the crime scene photos.

Mary Looked at Poppy already knowing what she did.

“why aren’t we done with this we all know it was bootleg Peppa so show us the card already Bootleg Peppa!” Hollers Evelyn.

“She’s the reason Mommy’s in a wheelchair! She’s Definitely Crazy and much more than Half!” Screamed out Ashley.

“She probably crawled up the wall to kill the robot like the girl from the exorcist and is pulling the same innocent act she pulled to get community service instead of being dipped!” Said Evelyn.

Mary just stared for a bit for the audacity before she replied.

“One… Don’t EVER call me that again and You know nothing about me…you never even bothered to talk or play or anything instead you just stared at me and judged me …Just Ask your Mr snuffles …He was there.” Said Mary standing up for herself

As Evelyn and Ashley prepared to Jump Mary for what they think she did to there mother. They were strangled and pulled up by two long arms before being thrown down on the cold Hardwood floor

“IT WAS ME!” Poppy screamed “I HID ON THE TOP OF THE DOOR FRAME AND I HIT THAT RABBIT RIGHT ON THE HEAD I KILLED HIM AND I SHOULD BE THROWN TO THE LOONY BIN AND IM NOT GONNA LET YOU BULLY MY FIRST FRIEND I MADE SINCE I WENT MiSSING IN 1961!!!!”

“Ended the game a bit earlier by doing that Poppy then I wanted but this story is already long enough everyone reveal your cards.” Said Mr snuffles

“I’m an Actress” Said Mary with her Smug face showing her Card that said Actress to Evelyn and Ashley.

“At least your something!” Screamed the twins in sync “we just got “VICTIM preferringly with an Axe!” Said the twins pissed off looking at Mr snuffles.

“ Was that a Shining reference there Mr snuffles? Anyway I’m a Film Historian and can I please keep the briefcase for the good job?” asked Max

“I’m a animation historian! And I would also like to keep my briefcase even though I did absolutely nothing to contribute.” Said Lily happily

“Yes, I was originally gonna give you a Scooby snack but Alex and Sally got into the supply so…Sure take the briefcases both of you guys.” Answered Mr snuffles happy that his accident of writing historian twice on two cards will never come out.

“Sorry Mr snuffles” said Alex and Sally.

“Anyway my card says Athlete Babe what does your card say?” Asked Alex looking Lovingly at Sally.

“Model!” Said Sally happily.

“I got Daredevil…not that anybody asked” Said Velvie.

“Is that how you got those stitches?” Asked Goldie.

“Yes! I have so many stories to tell wanna hear them?” Answered Velvie

“YEAH!” Screamed Goldie excitedly.

As Velvie told Goldie her stories and adventures Inkura revealed her and her sons cards.

“My card said Scientist and Goldie’s said Thief” said Inkura while smiling.

“So that’s why he stole that frying pan…Sorry for threatening to cook your son” Said Dave as he apologized to Inkura and Goldie.

“It’s ok what role did you and your wife get?” Asked Inkura.

“I got chef and my sweetie got Baker which is weird because we both are bakers.” Answered Dave.

With the game over everyone was transported back to the main venue with no music because the DJ is dead.

“So Sherlock how did you solve that mystery.” Asked Lily curiously.

“Elementary my dear Watson…the whole crime scene reminded of 2001: A space odyssey so…The only reason the murder was even solved was because I understood that reference…Shame we never got our popcorn. ” Said Max casually

“Ok but what was the reference?” Asked Lily confused by the half answered question.

“You’ll understand because after you watch Run Lola Run your watching 2001 next.” Said Max not answering her question.

“Ok…only if you watch Puss in boots the last wish and The Mitchell’s versus the machines with me, I think you will really like Mitchell’s so Do we have a deal?” Said Lily

“Deal!” Said the best friends as they shook each others hands with a secret handshake.

Meanwhile on the Balcony.

Mary watched the few Fireworks from other parties she was soon joined by Mr snuffles.

“Enjoying the party?” Asked Mr snuffles as he climbed up the balcony to join Mary.

“Of course I am Mr snuffles why do you ask?” Answered Mary as she sipped on her Fanta.

“It’s just…it feels like with how you shared your horrible past on those two lovebirds to explain that I’m not a monster by the way Queen Behavior how you just walked up,trauma dumped, told them that they should date and left and with the twins blaming you and practically bullying you for something that I did …… I just feel like you weren’t happy with all that so if you were wondering why you were suddenly with the tykes at random times…that’s why. I’m so proud of you for standing up for yourself against Mrs Director’s twins.” Said Mr snuffles concerned for her happiness before having the greatest look of pride on his face that she stood up for her self.

“I am happy!” Said Mary cheerfully.

“I got to see Alex again after years I got to spend time with my friends and I even made a new friend! Speaking of Poppy is it possible to free her and thanks for making the joke about Evelyn and Ashley for me …I wanted to make that joke but I didn’t want to stoop down to there level just because they called me Peppa .why should I make a low fruit joke based on the fact they look similar to those creepy hallway ghost girls .”

“Her freedom is t just like the guest list it’s not in my control but I’ll try my bestq.” Answered Mr snuffles with Hope.

“Wait…what do you mean you don’t have control over the guest list then who does ? Actually that makes a lot of sense now that I think about it that makes a lot of sense.” Said Mary as everything started to make sense.

“You know how some of the Tykes talk about a Fourth Wall?”Asked Mr snuffles as he was about to explain everything to Mary before he was interrupted.

It was Gladys.

“Mary…I’m so sorry for everything I did to you ” Said Gladys as she rolled closer to Mary finally taking Responsibility.

“I always wanted to be a director since I was a little girl and after years of waiting for my chance to show what I was made of and a dear friend of mines wants to make there passion project but there busy and can’t do it so they give it to me to direct and “finally I thought this is my chance to show Hollywood what I’m made of” I wanted to make a sitcom pilot that wasn’t like anything before it. I didn’t want to make another Full house or Brady bunch or anything form Disney channel! I wanted to make something truly amazing to redefine what a sitcom was with breathtaking acting and actual cinematography maybe it was the stress of how late you came out causing Production delays or my perfectionism but I hurt you so deeply and I’m so sorry for everything and you don’t need to forgive me I don’t deserve it.” Said Gladys near to tears before heading back to her family before being stopped by.

“You’re finally Sorry .” Said Mary with happy tears in her eyes.

Suddenly Velvie ran up the stairs and alerted them to the time.

“ITS 11:59! ITS ALMOST NEW YEARS YOUR GONNA MISS IT!” Screamed Velvie as the other guests went up the balcony to count down.

“Oh…nevermind I guess your early to the count down…” Said Velvie looking to the side.

The next moment the count down began.

10!

“HAPPY NEW YEAR!” Said the guests as they cheered and hugged as the welcomed the New Year of 2023 as fireworks exploded in the night.

🎆The end 🎆

Finally done After 20 Days , sorry if it got kinda badly written near the end the burnout was getting to me along with school work taking up my time

Thanks to @lexi0507 for reminder that the place/job where you make food for parties is called catering and @mushshroomcat so you can read it.

That’s all folks

#I have no idea how to paragraph my stories #this took so long to write it’s not even New Years anywhere #my Ocs party hard I guess #i think the true reason was that this was really an character anyalatic crossover just set on news year day #Dizbunny’s Ocs #That’s my new oc tag because there’s to many Ocs here and I’m not bothering #and that’s my new story tag #Diz’s stories

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mariacallous · 24 days

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You never forget your first chicken-cilantro dog garnished with Caesar salad. The first time I ordered one was in autumn 2003, at Jeff’s Gourmet Sausage Factory, a small, glass-front eatery on a stretch of West Pico Boulevard in Los Angeles known for its yeshivas (Jewish schools focussed on Talmud study) , mezuzah shops and plethora of kosher markets and bakeries. Opened by owner Jeff Rohatiner in 1999, Jeff’s (referred to colloquially as such) is something of a legend in L.A. On any given weekday you can find an eclectic mix of customers — students from the Chabad school a few blocks down, stroller-pushing moms in long skirts and sheitels (wigs), teenagers in sports jerseys and shorts — sitting at a sidewalk table outside of Jeff’s feasting on one of its popular fleishig menu items, from the classic Western burger to the spicy beef and lamb merguez.

In 2003, I was not yet married (or divorced; that would come more than a decade later), living in Santa Monica in a one-bedroom apartment within walking distance of the beach and a row of coffee joints and fruit smoothie stands. But there were no kosher restaurants within a solid 7-mile radius.

Thanks to a boyfriend whom I met at a friend’s Rosh Hashanah dinner and was the son of an East Coast rabbi, I discovered Jeff’s one balmy October afternoon. Said boyfriend suggested the chicken-cilantro dog — I mean, what a genius concept, a chicken hot dog laced with cilantro and topped with salad. It was love at first bite.

The boyfriend didn’t last — he went on to marry a girl far more adept at the culinary arts than I would ever be; and I went on to marry (and divorce) a culinary wizard with whom I now co-parent two teenage children. But it was on that fateful autumn day in 2003, in that liminal space between Yom Kippur and Sukkot, that my obsession with Jeff’s kosher chicken-cilantro hot dog took eternal root.

For years, it was my go-to lunch whenever I found myself in the Pico-Robertson section of town. I’d pick up to-go orders on my way home from meetings with Hollywood executives and editors at various publications. Later, after moving to L.A.’s eastside, an hour’s drive at the height of traffic, I’d take my kids to Jeff’s for dinner. My friend Ale and I would head to Jeff’s on Sundays where, over frothy, ice-cold Cokes — another amazing thing about Jeff’s: it carried the soda fountain crushed ice — we’d unpack topics ranging from parenthood to episodes of “Shtisel.” I’d buy the frozen packs for later use in pastas, sliced up and grilled and twirled around a fork with fettuccine. It was the ultimate comfort food, the pinnacle of hot dog glory. There were nights on which I craved that chicken-cilantro dog with a desperate, fiery ache.

Then the pandemic struck. And like restaurants globalwide, Jeff’s was forced to pare back its menu. My beloved chicken-cilantro hot dog, topped with fresh Caesar salad and served in a toasted French roll, was yet another casualty of COVID-19.

I mourned its loss like one would a photo scrapbook destroyed in a house fire, like a silly schoolgirl would an unrequited crush. It was absurdist the extent to which I navigated this heartbreak. For months — years — I could not, would not, accept that it was gone. I wanted to continue to support Jeff’s, and I did. I’d turn up and stand in line, perusing the available items printed on menus taped to the folding table functioning as a makeshift outdoor ordering counter and cashier. And when I approached the front of the line, even though the chicken-cilantro dog was nowhere to be found, I would ask for it regardless, knowing full well the dreaded answer to come: “We no longer serve that here.”

I was steeped in unmitigable denial over that chicken dog. It was unfathomable to me that it had vanquished like a blast of air. “I’m sorry,” the man at the counter would say, remnants of flour and hamburger bun clinging to his yellow Jeff’s Gourmet Sausage Factory T-shirt. “It just wasn’t one of our more popular items.”

I sampled everything else there was to order — hamburger, hot dogs, the award-winning pastrami sandwich. They were fine. One could say they were even good. Excellent, in fact. But they weren’t my chicken-cilantro dog. Perhaps it was because so many other things had been snatched away — my marriage, my family life, the promise of domestic stability. Millions of people died during the pandemic, people lost their livelihoods, their homes. The loss of that chicken-cilantro hot dog represented more than just a menu item. It triggered that collective loss that stung so many of us on a global scale.

Then one day, I decided that enough was enough. I needed to fling myself into radical acceptance. So I walked over to Jeff’s. And I scrolled the menu. And some 20 years after that inaugural visit, I ordered something that I never had before: the fried chicken sandwich. Battered and fried, with a dollop of aioli spread across a brioche bun and a pile of kosher pickle chips on the side.

Was it the chicken-cilantro hot dog served with a mountain of Caesar salad? No. But it was also one of the best things that I have ever tasted. Crispy, juicy, fresh. In that moment, I truly understood that the world had changed. It was time to move on — to embrace new sandwiches.

To paraphrase F. Scott Fitzgerald, there are infinite kinds of love, but never the same love twice. The fried chicken sandwich will never be the chicken-cilantro dog, and to expect it to be is a fool’s errand. But the fried chicken sandwich at Jeff’s Gourmet Sausage Factory is plump, it is spicy — it is delicious. And it is part of a new culinary journey that is only just beginning.

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formeryelpers · 3 months

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Supita Tart Specialists, 2008 Sawtelle Blvd, Los Angeles (Sawtelle), CA 90025

Supita Tart Specialists is the sister shop to Simply Splendid Bakery in Alhambra. I like Simply Splendid a lot. Supita looks more stylish but is very similar: Hong Kong style bakery with cake slices, baked buns, bread, egg tarts, cookie tarts, etc. Baked buns are individually wrapped. They do have a wide variety of buns, including hot dog, custard, coconut, red bean, black sesame, egg & spam, taro, onion, corn & ham, etc. The bun signs listed the ingredients but not the price.

The Alhambra location serves warm egg tarts. The Sawtelle one does not.

Hong Kong egg tart: flakier with a thicker, drier crust, smoothy and slightly eggy

Portuguese egg tart ($1.99): The crust was thin, buttery, and crisp. The custard was eggy, creamy, and sweet. Their tarts are good but I’ve had better.

Cheese mochi: sold in a pack of five, similar to Brazilian cheese bread. Soft, airy, chewy, and a bit salty from the cheese (but there isn’t a strong cheese flavor).

Red bean mochi bun: the bun was tender and soft. The ample chunky red bean paste wasn’t too sweet. The mochi inside was soft, sweet, and chewy. Really good.

Parking is a lot tougher in the Sawtelle neighborhood than Alhambra. The buy five, get one free offer only applies to the tarts and char siu pastries.

4.out of 5 stars

By Lolia S.

#Supita Tart Specialists #Hong Kong bakery #Chinese bakery #Chinese baked buns #egg tarts #Sawtelle #Simply Splendid Bakery #red bean bun #hot dog bun

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klaineccfanficlibrary · 1 year

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Stories We’ve Read & Enjoyed in the Past Three Years (2020 - 2023)

We had a recent request for stories that were not dark, and no character death. They wanted stories that would make for fun conversations - we’re not quite sure what that means exactly, since any story can spark a fun convo so we hope you all find something enjoyable to read. We’ve included 30 various stories - if you enjoy an author’s writing, definitely check out their other works! And it goes without saying, please leave kudos or a sweet comment.

Thank you and happy reading!

Lynne, @hkvoyage @1908jmd and @lilyvandersteen

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I Don’t Date Cheerios by @teddyshoney

Blaine, leader of the McKinley High bad boys is forced to join a club, and he winds up singing in front of the Glee Club. Who else would be in the audience besides Cheerio Kurt? Kurt's never been a fan of Blaine, but that's all about to change...

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99 perspectives on a single love story by @spaceorphansficrecs

The Story of Kurt and Blaine told through the eyes of everyone else but them. Each chapter is a different perspective in the ongoing tale of their love story.

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Nashville by @hkvoyage

Kurt lands the lead role in a new musical, but it flops during the previews. However, his performance captivates Nashville’s newest country music sensation. They share an instant connection and it grows deeper as they get to know each other. Will Kurt be able to save the musical and keep the man of his dreams?

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Christmas in Cabinland by @honeysucklepink

Sam enters Kurt and Blaine in a contest for a “unique Airbnb experience,” which turns out to be a rustic week in 15 acres of the Pacific Northwest rainforest. Far away from civilization, and with little interruption from their eccentric hosts, it’s a Christmas they won’t soon forget.

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Barking up the wrong bakery by @forabeatofadrum

Kurt is the biggest dog party planner in Los Angeles. When his usual dog bakery cancels on Kurt, he’s in the dire need of a last minute replacement. Luckily, he comes across the Dalton Doggy dog bakery, which is run by Blaine and Cooper Anderson. Cooper’s a mess, but Blaine manages to charm Kurt. Will Kurt be able to keep it professional?

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About-face by quizasvivamos

At the start of the Marching Band season his sophomore year, Blaine is the youngest Drum Major in McKinley High history. However, none of his peers believe he deserves the title, especially a handful of embittered upperclassmen, including one particularly stubborn Color Guard Captain, who challenges him in more ways than one.

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Everybody’s naked and there’s a country to run by @coffeegleek

A take on the "prince/king!Blaine and prince/king!Kurt are getting married and have to do it while naked in front of their loyal subjects" trope. It’s pure crack taken seriously. I’m blaming the heat. The fic started as this wisp of an idea and a single funny Kurt line. It was supposed to all be fast paced and instead sometimes dissolves into a bit of world building, exposition, and Kurt feelings. I do try my best and hope that at least some of the jokes and humor land. It also developed a full blown plot that has a beginning and an end.

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Braid of Gold by @jayhawk-writes

Kurt and Blaine ask Caphriel to make the decision about where they go next. He chooses a lifetime where Kurt and Blaine will have to navigate a situation they've not yet been in. They'll have to work through loss and betrayal and ultimately, their bond will be stronger as a family because of it.

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Home away from home by @lilyvandersteen

Cooper buys a hotel sight unseen and asks Blaine to run it for him over the summer. Only, the hotel is a health and safety hazard and Inspectors Hummel and Abrams are hell-bent on closing it down. Can Blaine spruce the hotel up in time and save Cooper's investment?

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These inconvenient fireworks by @redheadgleek

After an unexpected Tony award, Kurt Hummel is Broadway's hottest up and coming star, which comes with expectations and some admirers that won't take a hint. When his best friend Elliott Gilbert suggests that they pretend to date to get the leeches to back off, Kurt takes him up on the idea. It's all working out great - until Kurt starts to fall hard for the dark-haired music director of his latest musical.

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Reprise by orphan-account [PDF]

During Kurt's senior year at NYADA, a life-changing event causes him to take a leave of absence and what was supposed to be a short stay turns into years. His life certainly isn't what he expected, but he's not exactly unhappy. His name is not lit up in lights on Broadway, but he's involved in community theater and LGBTQ groups in Columbus and has friends who love him and casual lovers. But turning 35 has made him restless and he's longing for the life he had before. Burt talks him into taking some classes at Ohio State University to finish his degree and start focusing on himself again. What Kurt finds on the OSU campus is much more than he bargained for.

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Turn Into a Pose by @little-escapist

Singer-songwriter Blaine Anderson wants to come out of the closet. When his publicist sets him up with movie-star Kurt Hummel, he’s ready for anything, but the last thing that Kurt wants is a relationship with anyone, let alone Blaine. He hates his publicist for setting him up, hates the idea of lying to the world, and hates letting the world invade his personal life. But maybe Blaine Anderson is exactly what Kurt Hummel needs.

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Spinning out by @rockitmans

Blaine is smitten with his college roommate literally upon arrival and decides that he's an excellent candidate for losing his virginity with. After all, what's better for Roomie Bonding than penetration between friends?

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Solid Gold by @heartsmadeofbooks

Ten years after breaking his engagement to Blaine, Kurt's life isn't the fairy tale he once hoped for. Forced to leave New York, he goes looking for a second chance, not expecting to find it in the town he always wanted to run away from, or with the man whose heart he shattered.

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Lost Boy by my own patronus

In September 1999, Pam and James Anderson's world was shattered when their youngest son, Blaine, was abducted from a local park. 12 years later, after pain, healing, and tireless searching, the family is reunited. But the boy who comes home to them isn't the same one they lost so long ago. The Anderson family must learn to change and grow as a lost boy is found once more.

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To Serenade an Angel by @teddyshoney

After the death of his father, Kurt receives a letter from a prestigious musical college, inviting him to attend. He decides to attend, and shortly after his arrival, he hears a strange voice beckoning him down a forbidden hallway. Kurt begins a relationship with the voice, unsure why he finds him so intriguing and why his heart beats more rapidly each time he thinks about the voice. Who does the voice belong to? And what does it want with him?

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Since Sense Sensory by @gleefulpoppet

One rainy night, nestled at a patio table of a small café, Kurt broke off his engagement with Blaine in a moment of heated frustration that had been building for weeks. That was 12 years ago, and they haven’t seen each other since. Suddenly, they may find themselves reunited in a place they never expected. If you had a second chance with your first love, would you take it?

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The Ghost Kitchen by @hkvoyage

At the start of the Covid-19 pandemic, Kurt lived in Lima with his father. Two years later, he returned to New York City. As he needed money to pay for rent and food, he got a job in a booming industry: food delivery. His first delivery order was a pick-up from Warbler Food Enterprises. Little did he know he would meet a cute chef there that would turn his world upside down.

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Where Dreams Are Born by @kurtswish

Kurt Hummel always dreamed of New York, but reality doesn’t quite live up to his expectations. One impulsive decision could change it all.

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Love, Blaine by @gleefuldarrencrissfan

Blaine Anderson is a typical teenager. Except he’s not because he’s hiding a huge secret. He’s gay. But after reading a confession on the informal Dalton blog, he discovers that he’s not the only closeted boy at Dalton. After a moment of courage, he emails him and ultimately starts up a friendship that will change life as he knows it. Loosely based on Love, Simon.

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Teach Me Control by @scatter-the-stars

Kurt is in a established Dom/sub relationship with his high school English teacher, Blaine. And Blaine decides to surprise him on his nineteenth birthday with something he never expected.

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looking for something that'll (never) come by @klaineanummel

Blaine Anderson-Chang knows that his crush on his brother’s best friend, straight football star Kurt Hummel, is foolhardy. But every now and then Kurt gives him a look and Blaine can’t help but wonder.

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Domus Civita by JayhawkWrites

While on vacation to a city he’s never been to, Kurt Hummel finds himself in a place that he recognized from his dreams. The person he always sees in those dreams is there, too, and they spot him and ask, “Is it really you?”

Note: Part of the In Every Lifetime series

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Bicycle Patrol Unit by @caramelcoffeeaddict

When NYPD bicycle cop, Blaine Anderson, begins to fall for Kurt Hummel - the gorgeous man that he first notices while Kurt is jogging through the park during Blaine’s patrol there - it causes a rift between him and his patrol partner, Sebastian Smythe

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Never Saying Goodbye To You by @lilyvandersteen

Inspired by a beautiful drawing by @thisdoesnotsuck, this is a story where Kurt travels through time to the 1920s and falls in love with his great-grandfather’s secret beau. Featuring a family curse, doppelgängers, angst and confusion.

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When Are You Gonna Sing For Me by TheNameIsBritney

Kurt is one of the three members of wildly successful pop punk band One Three Hill. He is also forgetful as all get out and accidentally leaves his phone somewhere where a certain music teacher just happens to find it.

The pop star!Kurt/middle school music teacher!Blaine au that lives rent free in my brain

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My Reader by Cleverboots (Amberlovesocean)

Kurt is looking for an after-school job. He finds an ad on the school bulletin board for a job reading aloud for someone. It pays well and seems easy, so Kurt applies. He gets the job and goes to the mansion to read for a boy that was severely injured in an accident. Of course you know the boy's name is Blaine Anderson. After a rocky start, they become friends and an amazing opportunity opens up for Kurt.

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The Elf On The Shelf by kellyb321

The owner at Verve Design has decided the holidays at the office have been way too boring in the past. He's decided to kick it up a notch with a Christmas party, Secret Santas and...and adorable Elf on the Shelf for the office. Kurt might be a little smitten.

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Outlined on My Finger, Printed in My Heart by @jayhawk-writes

Blaine and Kurt spent a while picking their next adventure. When they finally decided, Caphriel was elated. This was an adventure he had been waiting for them to choose.

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Guard My Heart by @scatter-the-stars

The kiss isn't meant to change his life. But for Kurt, that's what happens when he kisses basketball star Blaine Anderson. Not wanting to concern himself with the guy, he focuses on going back to his normal life and saving a place he loves. When Blaine starts to show up in his life, he tries to ignore the feelings he stirs up in him. That's easier said than done, and Kurt soon finds himself falling for someone unexpected.

#klaine fanfiction #klaine fanfic #glee fanfiction #recent fics #admin recommendation #2020 #2021 #2022 #2023 #admin

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