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snugglebug-92 · 2 years

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Petition for you to write a Luca smut? 🙏🏼 make it spicy if you can, maybe they try out a new kink

Luca loved his brother. He really did but there were times when he wanted nothing more than to not have his own dorm. Or at least not share one with his brother. It was a lot less awkward to have one of your friends see your bare ass as your balls deep in your girlfriend than your little brother.

Luca didn’t text Adam since he had class and Adam didn’t hear anything since he had earbuds in while on the phone with his mom. He opened the door and screamed, dropping his phone before quickly running out of the room. Luca slumped on his girlfriend pulling a blanket on top of them before Adam quickly came back in to grab his phone covering his eyes.

“No mom, everything's fine. Luca just scared me. His class was canceled too and I didn’t expect to see him,” Adam stutters out as he leaves the room. You and Luca laugh at his poor excuse before he starts to pull out of you.

“What are you doing?” you question looking at the boy.

“Didn’t he just ruin the moment?” Luca cups your face.

“Not really. Honestly, I’m too horny to care plus I’m leaving for break soon so I won’t see you,” you whine hoping your boyfriend does something.

“Okay baby,” he says, thrusting back into you. It’s only a few minutes later and you are both cumming. He pulls out discarding the condom before pulling you into his chest.

“I’m going to miss you,” you whisper, running a hand through Luca’s hair.

“I’m gonna miss you, too beautiful. But you’ll be back for the game after Christmas right? It’ll only be 2 weeks” he says, kissing your forehead.

“Yeah only 2 weeks,” you say as Luca pulls you closer.

Those two weeks are the worst of your life. You had been dating Luca since he started playing in Chicago. You were his billet family’s neighbors and the two of you met one day when you both were on a morning run. After that, you went for a run together every morning. The two of you would talk and he found out you were a senior in high school who was going to Michigan for track. You did hurdles and were pretty good at it. The two of you also bonded over your love for hockey. All of your brothers had played so you knew a bit about the game. You two slowly started spending more time together before you started to officially date.

You would go to all his home games and wear his jersey. He would go to your track meets and cheers you on. When prom came along he didn’t hesitate to say yes. The two of you spent the night dancing in each other's arms sharing lots of kisses.

Then you went to Michigan and things between the two of you were not all that different. Yeah, you didn’t see each other as much but you were still as good as ever.

When Luca came to Michigan you spent almost every free moment together trying to make up for it. You two were practically attached at the hip and you wouldn’t have it any other way. When you got back from break you quickly dropped everything off at your house before heading to Luca’s dorm. You knocked on the dorm and he was quick to open the door pulling you into his arms.

“Hi handsome,” you smile at your boyfriend in his game-day suit.

“Hi baby,” he greets you, placing a kiss on your lips.

“You look good,” you smirk, pulling away while placing your hands on the lapels of his jacket.

“So do you. Always look good wearing my last name,” he says, turning you around to get a look at you in his jersey.

“You love birds ready?” you hear Johnny question from Adam's bed. Since both Adam and Rutger are at world juniors the two decided to bunk together for a few days.

“You’re just jealous that I’m stealing my boyfriend back,” you laugh. Johnny hops off the bed and grabs Luca’s hand pulling him along. Luca grabs your free hand making you laugh. Once the boys get to the rink you fall back so the media team can take pictures and videos before you make your way closer. You head in early which is one of the wag perks and get your spot while you wait for the boys. After about 10-15 minutes the other girls start to show up. You all talk about your winter break and what you got for Christmas until warm-ups start.

You all gush about how good your boys look while on the ice and how happy you all are to be watching hockey once again. The game starts and Michigan is up 3-1 by the end of the first period. The second period is scoreless and not even 5 minutes into the 3rd period Luca’s getting into a fight. Your boyfriend slams another player into the boards and you can’t help but shift in your seat. He gets a 5-minute penalty before he skates off the ice for the rest of the game. You stand up excusing yourself from the girls before going to see why your boyfriend is so pissed off. Yes, he had gotten in a tussle or two before but fights weren't allowed in college hockey. While it was a dumb rule it was still a rule. You slip into the locker room and pull up a chair watching your boyfriend throw his equipment around.

“Luca Micheal you are going to pick up your equipment and sit down right now or you will be single,” You huff watching his head snap in your direction.

“Baby, what are you doing here?” Luca asks quickly, picking up his equipment not wanting to be single.

“I’m the one who should be saying that. What did he say that made you that mad?”

“Nothing baby.”

“Bullshit Luca.”

“Fine you wanna know what he said,” Luca yells.

“Yeah, I wanna fucking know,” you scream.

“Fine, he said that I wasn’t good enough for you. I’m not a good player and I can’t satisfy your needs,” Luca says, running a hand through his hair. By now all of Luca’s equipment is picked up and he’s just in his pads and undershirt. You move to straddle Luca placing your hands on his cheeks.

“Lu you are a good hockey player. And how about I show you just how well you satisfy my needs.”

“Baby the boys will be back in a few minutes. There were 11 when I came in here and that was over 5 minutes ago.”

“Well I’ll be waiting for you in the shower then,” you smirk, taking Luca’s jersey off. You slip your leggings off to reveal the matching set you had on.

“Fuck baby,” Luca moans. The buzzer goes off signaling the end of the game. You slip off to the furthest shower. The boys file in the room all high off the win. A few of the boys shower but none venture to your stall. Eventually, the room gets quiet and then the curtain opens up. Luca turns the water on before slamming you against the wall. He shoves his tongue down your throat before reaching behind to unclasp your bra. Your hand moves to his dick to lazily jerk him off as you continue to make out.

“I want you to fuck me, Lu,” you moan as Luca pulls your panties down with his teeth.

“I will baby. Want you to cum on my tongue first,” he says, spreading your legs further apart. He nudges your clit with his nose causing you to moan before diving in with his tongue. Your head hits the wall of the shower. You pull at his hair causing him to moan which makes his tongue vibrate inside of you.

“Fuck Luca,” you scream pulling his hair harder. He moans as he feels you clenching around him. He removes his tongue from inside of you before he sucks on your clit causing you to fall over the edge. He stands up and you pull his lips to yours. You taste yourself on his lips and moan.

“I’m gonna fuck you now baby,” he says slamming his dick into you.

“Lu,” you moan out as he cups your face.

“Yeah, baby?”

“I want you to choke me,” you moan out.

“Are you sure baby?” Luca asks slowly, thrusting in and out of you. You grab his hand and place it on your throat, slightly squeezing.

“Please,” you moan out. Luca adds more pressure and he’s never heard you make such pretty noises. He picks up the pace and your eyes roll back into your head. You moan as you feel yourself get closer already.

“You already close baby? I can feel ya squeezing me,” he grits out. He adds a little more pressure before you cum all over his dick.

“Got one more baby?” he asks, still thrusting into you. You nod as best you can with Luca’s hand wrapped around your throat. His pace picks up as he gets closer. His other hand drops to circle your clit and you let out a strangled moan. You feel him twitch inside of you and that causes you to fall over the edge. You feel extra sticky between your legs and that's when it hits you.

“Fuck did me choking you make you squirt?” Luca asks, removing his hand from your throat. You nod slumping against the boy.

“That was so hot baby,” he says cupping your face before placing a kiss against your lips.

“Lu I don’t think I can stand on my own,” you whimper as he pulls out of you.

“Oh baby, I'm sorry, was I too rough?”

“No, if anything you should be like that more often,” you whisper.

“You think so?”

“Yeah. Now we should probably shower.”

“So if I choke again does that mean you are going to squirt again?”

“Lu I can’t control that.”

“Okay okay let’s shower.”

#luca fantilli x reader

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shortpplfedup · 2 years

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My School President Episode 11: So what now?

Man I freaking loved this episode. Grief, healing and the power of friendship? An overprotective mother's internal struggle to let her son grow up and live his own life? Sign me up. An incredibly focused episode this week, as Chinzhilla doesn't win Hot Wave and almost comes apart over it, and Ms. Potjanee contemplates how to broach the subject of Gun with Tinn now that she's realised they're together.

Verse: Sad est moi

Didn't I give it all? Tried my best Gave you everything I had, everything and no less

Adele | Take It All (2011)

The stages of grief, starring Anger as the main character. Watching our boys first turn away from each other, then lash out at each other as Por (!) tries desperately to keep them all together...that hurt a lot. To fail at this thing they had so much of their self-worth tied up in causes a big spiral. They really left everything on that stage, and still came up short. Life goes that way sometimes. Add in the disastrous return trip to the temple at the beach where everything that can go wrong does go wrong, and it's no wonder they're all at each other's throats. Harsh words are spoken. Fisticuffs are threatened. Tears are shed. Watching Win lash out at Gun was especially painful, because Win has been the most loyal. He has been the one most supportive of Gun's leadership, so to see him scream repeatedly at Gun that their loss is his fault...oof. We already know that's exactly how Gun feels, so for Win to just scream it in his face over and over and over was the absolute worst. I hated every minute of the boys fighting, they're all so fragile, so scared, so hurt, so sad.

We've already seen that Por may be dumber than a bag of hair, but has a keen emotional intelligence. I loved him bringing the fight to a swift close by taking the blame onto himself, by reminding them that THEY ARE FRIENDS FIRST AND FOREMOST and they shouldn't be fighting like this, that they have to mourn together, and keep going. He basically shames them all into acting right, all while wearing a fab outfit and sporting a broken leg. And then Yak, who understands intimately this particular pain, calls to remind them in his own way that there's life after this. That losing Hot Wave doesn't mean they're losers. Yak's band winning their Freshy Music Contest (look, in my head BB and MSP exist in the same universe, just go with it) is some sweet after the bitter. This defeat isn't the end, as much as it feels that way. There will be victories to come, and one of those victories is getting to see the next generation try and hopefully succeed.

There hasn't been a great deal made of the fact that the Music Club doesn't have any juniors for Gun et al to hand the Holy Chinchilla over to, but it's been noteworthy to me. Chinzhilla is a tradition that's been passed down, along with You Got Ma Back, for generations we've been told, but Gun and the gang seem to be the end of the line. There hasn't been interest in joining the bunch of slacker losers who just eat BBQ pork and never accomplish anything. But it seems like the band are more loved than they think, with the student body voting for them to play the prom. The school year might be winding down, graduation might be approaching, but there's still time for some kid or kids to poke their head around that corner and ask 'is this Music Club?'

Bridge: Facing the music

I'm holding on (barely) Mama's got a lot to learn (it's heavy) I'm holding on (catch me) Mama's got a lot to learn (teach me)

Adele | My Little Love (2021)

The other big story this week is Ms. Potjanee slowly and quietly coming to terms with her baby boy being queer. She almost fumbles it at every juncture, but she always pulls back and does the right thing. I was SO NERVOUS when she went to see Gun, but in the end she didn't put her jumbled feelings on him and I breathed a sigh of relief. Her asking Tinn flat out if Gun invited him to the beach, and him deciding to trust her with the truth that he is going on Gun's invitation, and her just quietly allowing it without asking questions in that moment...it's all so well done. Potjanee is trying so hard to do right by her son, even as she struggles with all that means, like not being overprotective and trusting that she has raised Tinn to handle the slings and arrows of the world. It's a different response from Ms. Gim, who I think is going to start wedding planning when Gun tells her he and Tinn are dating, but it's still the response of a loving mother. It's why I don't buy the cliffhanger dread and the doom preview: because Potjanee has continued to struggle but in the end do the right thing.

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It looks like most of the Chinzhilla boys haven't secured a university place. I wasn't surprised at Gun and Win, but Pat and Por not having future plans in place yet was a bit unexpected. I wonder if this is kids who've done the direct admission exams at this point while the others are still preparing for the GAT.

Watching Chinzhilla dream-sing 'Healing' to themselves put me right in my feels.

Is Ford gunning for the Mix Sahaphap sultriness crown? There was WAY too much sauce for a high school romcom coming off Por when he was flirting with Tiw.

That said, the Tiw/Por came out of nowhere but I refuse to be mad about it.

Tinn is EXACTLY the kind of boy who would gift his musician boyfriend a custom-made music box that plays the love song he wrote for him. Mixtapes are for the weak!

They're playing with us now when it comes to a Tinn/Gun kiss...lol. But in a way I'm glad they're dealing with the parents stuff first.

After the Bad Buddy episode 12 preview I'm absolutely not believing a single moment of this one.

The finale is going to be prom, and I can't think of a more fitting way to end this story (until Our Skyy 2 anyway).

#my school president #chinzhilla rocks!#bl meta series

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cr1mson5returns · 1 year

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I found a picture of myself in my dress at junior Prom, ten years ago, and the longer I sit and look at it the more I remember. Mostly I just remember what it was like to be a teenage girl who just needed love so badly. She needed to be held close and tenderly and told that it would be alright in the end. That she wasn't broken or burdensome, or a mistake. She was just a kid. She wasn't a bad person. She wasn't better off dead. She was just a kid. She was sick, and she was suffering, and she was living some of the worst years of her life, but she was just a kid.

#cr1mson talks life #trauma #borderline personality disorder #cluster b

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alimak · 2 years

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Youth Is Wasted On The Inside

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The day I heard classes were suspended for almost a week brought relief for me back then. I spent those days with ease and thought, “Finally, a four-day rest!”. I was all smiley and delighted to have a break from school… not until that “four-day suspension” lasted for two years. While I was at the beginning of my youthful age when the Coronavirus disease (COVID-19) started, I was rather locked and isolated instead of feeling the “I wish it could stay like this forever”. You know, being a teen forever, but instead, I had my overall well-being affected by the lockdown. I thought: Is this how I am going to spend my whole youth, locked inside my house?

Spending my teenage years to the fullest was one of my goals to ever achieve. Going to prom, going on a retreat trip and a field trip, and graduating junior high school with my former classmates were some enjoyable events that could add to my youthful years. I remember being excited for those days to come and I was planning ahead with my friends in school about what we’ll do when it happens. I wanted something memorable, just like those teen films. All I wanted was good times before I go to my senior year in high school and college.

As the pandemic came, I knew those moments would not occur, although there was a slight bit of hope remaining inside of me that everything would go back to normal when I enter the tenth grade. But, I was too gullible to think that such a disease would go away quickly and it made me depressed as time passed by. As I wait for the pandemic to end, I felt lost because everything changed, not in the way I wanted it to be. I thought waking up every 5 A.M. to go to school was the worst thing that I would go through, but coping in the midst of the pandemic beats it.

As I look back during the lockdown, I can’t help but think ways of how I can distract myself from boredom. I mean, we all had to and it was the hardest part for me because I am not consistent with hobbies–I also had limited resources to find one and my interest disperses because of it. I became more pressured rather than my school deadlines and exams. I have realized that this was probably the reason why I am too lazy to try new things out because I know I would give up too easily and I started to think if there was something wrong with me. Hence, it is also the reason why I spent most of my time on my phone–being online–all day and night.

At some point, doing all of these is a reassurance to myself that I don’t have to be like everyone else. I learned that I was pressured by social media to have a hobby because I saw everyone on TikTok working out, painting, sewing, reading, etc... I realized that I do not need to force myself to have a hobby–rather I need to focus on myself–what makes me enjoy life again. A way that It opened my mind in ways that taking care of myself was much better than anything else.

Eventually, my coping system was: I had to be outside. It is a way how I can handle my well-being over this whole phenomenon. I realized that I needed to be in a new environment every once in a while in order for my energy levels to heighten. I discovered that I like going to new places when my grandmother once told me to buy something from 7-11. I walked around for two hours around our area and I felt content when I got home that I had to write in my journal about the places I went to. Therefore, I figured that it is important for me to be in a place where it is not my house because I have been inside for too long and my mind wanted something new.

I believe that staying all the time at home can affect the mental health of people that it became an emotional trauma. Ever since COVID-19, everyone had no choice but to isolate in their own homes, which also restricted social interactions. Most of the people would only go outside for work or tasks to accomplish. It resulted to individuals increased percentages of depression and anxiety because of being only at home. According to BBC News, young ages were more affected from the impacts brought by the pandemic.

It came along with unwanted changes. Many teenagers have acquired social anxiety. It became hard for me to make friends because of being used to being alone at home and uneasiness builds up as face-to-face classes begin to initiate during this year. It is hard for me who is already shy, who become more shy because of isolation. In fact, it became a stress factor for socialize because it was something I was not used to do doing after being only at home. The changes were challenging.

Furthermore, a state of feeling lost is also a struggle for me. Many people think that time shifted during this pandemic. I did too, as I was mostly doing nothing all day; watching the time past by; study; and sleep. It was such a struggle to make something out of your time for the day, but to no avail it was also a struggle to do something. While for others, they had the luxury to keep themselves busy, but for me, it was challenging, especially when my enjoyments were outside of my home.

Being isolated at home brought unwanted circumstances and the challenge of feeling lost. It personally affected me in ways that it is hard to bring back the old me. I am not close to my old friends anymore and I started to become out of touch with my emotions.

With all of these occurrences, I can’t help rely on imaginations. I had to romanticize the remaining time of my teenage years because the pandemic robbed me from it. But, I do know that: You are trying. I am trying. We are all trying–to fill this emptiness in our supposed “most enjoyable” year of our lives.

As I went through this topic, I thought: healing the youth from the impacts brought by the pandemic can lessen the mental health issues that they face. There is acknowledgement to these issues, but a lack of action in it. This essay is a glimpse of the life of the youth in the midst of the pandemic and the struggle of coping in the “new normal”. I am calling out for schools and officials to provide free therapies and counseling for children. Mental health is a human right.

I conclude, to heal from emotional trauma caused by the pandemic should be included in the “new normal”.

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laulas · 1 year

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Mixed emotions

Today is prom for hs seniors. My senior will not attend. His H.S experience began in normal ways, then March 13,2020 shut down the world as we knew it. So began virtual school. He was attending a magnet program that year, and switched to our home school virtually the following year.(the hs I graduated from)I moved in December of my junior year and let’s just say, I was lucky to graduate, yet I managed to make a group of friends and a series of questionable decisions. My then boyfriend would need to complete one more year of hs and I ended up going with a friend who happened to get us pot at regular intervals. I barely remember the night. The after party was more fun, albeit also strewn with bad decisions. So, I didn’t have a traditional experience like I’ve seen in rom coms and described in the books I pored through, but I was there. This leads me to my son.. B is someone special(though he won’t like me saying that) partially because of his intellect that has typically surpassed or at least mystified his peers. He was more inclined to befriend the teachers, counselors and coaches. He has had a few close types of friendships through the years, however, I’ve received more calls about his misbehavior, and sadly, came to expect the worst when the school called…often wrought with remorseful apologies later when we talked about it. B is a sweet thoughtful soul, in my opinion but to ask his peers, there would be mixed reviews. At this stage of life, kids haven’t been that accepting. Not to say, he’s a victim, but it’s a known fact that kids can be cruel. His defenses are certainly up for this reason, and this shows up in un fun ways like being verbally offensive ….anyhow I’m not in his head but if I were, I’d give his big brain a hug and bandage All the pain of the past. I’m positive he will find and be happy to his own capacity doing what he loves and surely hope he stays true to himself inspite of outside influence. He has had positive life experiences as well..we visited the elementary school he attended and that was amazing. The warm feeling and yeara of memories melted away any fears that he had not had a solid foundation. Palm lake elementary gave him and me the foundation of a nurturing, supportive environment and I wouldn’t trade that or my son for anything in the world. To be continued

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briskofmisery · 1 year

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WALKING IN THE WIND

TW: Death, cancer

“Adventure is worthwhile in itself.” — Amelia Earhart

Sickness is like a storm that temporarily clouds even the brightest skies. Revelations, as is change, are hard pills to swallow. It’s almost a diversion of reality, ripping away pieces of hope, leaving us strung along like puppets on marionette strings. My mother had this special way about her, a magic touch that brought comfort and warmth to those she cared about. Only a few truly appreciated it, but everyone couldn’t help but be drawn to her charming nature.

Accepting her cancer was never meant to be simple. Learning the truth at Belly’s debutante ball was devastating, similar to an unrelenting storm that left a trail of heartache. Like the falling leaves of autumn and the frost that covers nipped trees in winter, those months were spent handling my mom’s medical bills and navigating our tight-lipped insurance company to avoid debt.

Each day, I mustered up the strength to make drinks which resembled vanilla daiquiris – no alcohol – for mom, a flavor I knew to be her favorite, in hopes of kindling her spirits and renewing her weakened strength. My mother, who once had a vibrant spirit, now seemed delicate, like a fading flower in the season's first frost, and the dark circles beneath her eyes crowned her face like a haunting melody of a broken record. Her touch now felt cold, like life itself was slowly ebbing away. It hurt to watch her dance with death as if I were watching a waning candle’s feeble flame — A dark cloud that hung in the air, a shift in the winds. I think my mother accepted her death years ago when she made the conscious decision that undergoing months of chemotherapy was too much of a cross to bear. She just wanted to have one more perfect summer at the beach house she loved so much.

The days grew long and tiresome as her light diminished, while my body turned numb. My heart constricted, but I saved face for her; I didn’t want her to know I was hurting. I wanted to be the light she needed to live, even on her worst days. I wanted to be her favorite Sunshine Boy, watching Marilyn’s “Some Like It Hot” together, sitting by her side, and letting her coddle my face like I was a fragile infant, and she was this force of nature. I knew those days would be over soon when the new year came. The snow decorated the skyline like a magical, white tapestry that we once cherished in January before time stopped in April when her dark circles turned purple, an amethyst color; her face was tight, and the color of her lips was pale in comparison to what they used to look like.

I remember my mother sitting on the couch in the sunroom, smiling as she watched Conrad take Belly to her junior prom. I could see the two of them through my mother’s large tablet screen, Conrad enveloping Belly in his arms, her wearing a gorgeous lilac prom dress that made her shine like a star. As I squinted at the screen, holding a drink resembling a strawberry daiquiri for mom after they ran out of vanilla at the local grocery store, I couldn’t help but notice the sullen expression on Connie’s face while he stood next to Belly. But then he said he forgot Belly’s corsage, and I couldn’t help but despise him for that.

He couldn't even manage a brief smile to make Belly happy, even for just a few seconds. I knew that if I were the one taking Belly to the prom, I would have made sure everything was done right. I would’ve gotten a beautiful corsage that perfectly matched her dress, and I wouldn’t have forgotten it. I would’ve remembered because she was special. As my mother spoke, her voice carried a soft laugh. “He left it in his dorm fridge,” she explained. “It was so beautiful, too. He sent over pictures – orchids.” My mother’s mere excitement at seeing Belly with one of her boys was palpable. Didn't she understand how much I had wanted to be the one to take Belly to the prom?

I ignored the so-called considerable gesture, sitting next to my mom on the couch and propping her feet up in my lap before quietly telling her to drink up. And then she stared at me, her eyes softening, when she saw the pain in my eyes. I missed spending summers in Cousins with my mom, Conrad, Belly, Laurel, and Steven. Maybe I just let the faded memory of her disappear into the emptiness I felt since she’s been sick. The truth was, I didn’t want anyone to see me hurting. I didn’t want my mother to see me as a little kid. I didn’t want Belly to hurt the way I did, and I wanted my brother to be happy, even if it cost me.

With Connie off on his freshman year at Boston University, the pile of mom’s medical bills and insurance paperwork grew quickly. Even long after Halloween passed, I found myself spending countless hours sitting at the dining room table, surrounded by Black pens and stardust. While my senior year of high school drew to a close, I couldn’t quite let it all go; everything was all-consuming like I was suffocating, drowning in a sea of emotions, trying to come up for air. It seemed like I was all alone in this, watching my mother’s decline. It was exhausting trying to hold the weight of the world on your shoulders.

As April turned into May, her condition deteriorated, and then she died early in the morning. I felt a deep emptiness in my chest when I saw her lying there, devoid of breaths, inhales, or exhales; I only heard silence. I wanted to call my best friend and tell her how much I needed her by my side when mom died. But Belly was nowhere to be found. She never called, texted, or mailed any letters. All she received was a phone call from my dad, and in just a few days, we laid my mom to rest.

I remember that the funeral was long and agonizing. People who barely knew her sobbed, shaking my hand as if to offer comfort and extend their condolences. Tears rolled down my face while listening to a pastor who never met her deliver a eulogy. I couldn’t help it; everything hurt. My mother was dead, and I was all alone. I felt like I lost a part of myself the day she died. In a way, I had my dad and Conrad, but we were all too different, and I didn’t want anyone to see how much pain I was in.

Of all the people in my life, the only two people who truly understood me, who really saw me, were Belly and my mom. At the funeral, Belly wore a long, black dress that was a bit too tight, but I knew it was my mother’s favorite. We hardly spoke to each other, only exchanged what felt like mumbles. She used to be someone I could talk to about anything; I’d go to her if I was ecstatic, hopeful, or I just needed someone to vent to. I could feel the heaviness in my chest enveloping me, and I wanted to grab her, to confide in her about how hard these last few months, days, and even hours had been.

Everything had become so difficult now, and most nights, I just cried myself to sleep without so much as a blink. I desperately wanted to tell Belly how much I missed her, to relive old memories at the summer house with my mom, and to cry together when the pain became too unbearable. Belly knew just how special my mom was. Without her, I wasn’t mom’s Sunshine Boy; I was just me, and it hurt.

#tsitp #jeremiah fisher #fanfic #belly x jeremiah #season 2

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venusinlibraa · 2 years

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moon in fifth house; the second

I wonder if you are thinking of me.. when I hear a certain song that you liked or when I see 4:11, only you know what that number means.. and it haunted me for a while. I know we were not meant to be, and I now know it for a fact. you introduced me to things I never even thought existed, you gave my life a different meaning.. . you made me laugh, such a stupid sense of humor you had. yet it never failed to make me smile. you motivated me so much, way more than I ever gave you credit for. you were a perfect reflection of me. everything I hated and loved about myself you would reflect back to me, the good, the bad and the ugly. our pride was so similar, we could go days without talking.. and whoever gave in first was a wimp. such a toxic behavior we used to have, but that's gone. i know your love was genuine. it felt genuine. i felt loved in your presence. you didn't like when I wore make up, you used to say it was fake, i became so confident thanks to you, but then again, I never gave you credit for that.. you introduced me to my birth chart, which I could never thank you enough for.. my moon is in Virgo, remember? - still think that counts for something. you induced spirituality into my life, and i for a fact know that was your main purpose in my life. to wake me up. open my eye. which you gracefully did. A$ap Rocky's L$D has a line that goes something like.. - "I introduced her to this hippie life" if i could write a book of my life that is the title i'd give your chapter. that fits perfectly, i always thought of you when that part came on but i never told you. there are so many things i never told you. like how jealous i was of how easily you got people to like you. of how straight your teeth were and how i will never forgive you for not taking me to our senior year prom and taking a junior girl that you dated for 2 months.. you broke my heart, but that's okay, you kept some of the pieces when you left. i sometimes wonder about you, how you are, what you do... not that long ago your mom texted me, she said you guys were moving back to.. - okay, maybe some details i should leave out if this story, i mean it is the internet.. and as much as I did not want those news to have any impact on me , they did.. your parents were the last thing I had of you near me.. even though your mom was the worst at hiding the fact that she hated me for being a vegetarian, she was always nice to me, i still have her number saved.. i need to delete it, and i will, i just haven't made time to get rid of us completely. i heard your brother got married, and i could not help but wonder if you came to the wedding.. what you wore.. if you brought a date.. I always thought we would get married before them.. but that never happened. i know you still think of me. because i think of you also. just not how i used to. i don't hate you but i don't love you either. a part of me wishes you would text me, just to ask how i am, or what i am up to, see if you still care.. but the other part of me wishes to never hear of you again. i found out you slept with someone before we broke up. you were always so bad at lying and i have always been so intuitive, you could never lie to me. you got mad at your mom because she texted me to see if i knew where you were that night, even though she knew we were miles apart - you spent the night with another girl. and surprisingly i did not care as much as i would have in the past.. i mean- the usual questions that would haunt me when you mentioned any other girl were simply not there.. is she prettier than me? what's her name? are your signs compatible? - no. that did not hurt me. if anything that helped me get over you faster. i mean, i would make you c*m in less than 15 seconds..i am not the one who is going to be missing out.. -okay maybe that is tmi but i wonder if she does the same? -no. i knew you still loved me and let's be honest.. you will never find someone like me.

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summer-braeniharzwyn · 2 years

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Roevember Day 5: Streets

Soemrifaeld made his way through the crowded markets of Old Sharalyan, navigating carefully between the packed bodies. It’s a Sunday, meaning he and nearly every other resident in the area is doing their shopping that they’ve been putting off before starting their work week once again. He gingerly squeezes between two people on the street taking up more space than is necessary to make his way to the vegetable stand, nearly picked clean already. All that’s left are a few different greens and bizarre looking squashes, which aren’t ingredients in his limited recipe encyclopedia.

As he pulls out his phone to look up simple recipes to see if he can find anything that both looks appetizing and uncomplicated, he feels someone bump up against his back. He tries to will down the sudden wave of annoyance, knowing he was well off to the side, away from the bustling crowd. With a calming breath, he turns his head to the side to apologize out of habit, but his voice catches in his throat upon seeing who exactly had run into him.

“Oops, sorry- oh my gosh, is that you, Soemrifaeld?” The girl had perked up. If there was anything worse than running into a person that went to the same highschool, it was probably the girl who humiliated him in front of the entire junior and senior class. “It’s Raelbryda, remember?” Soemrifaeld does remember, and his stomach turns.

“Ah- um…” he stutters, mind gone entirely blank. A cold sweat breaks out on his forehead and he struggles to maintain any semblance of eye contact.

“Highschool? I asked you out, like, kind of as a joke?” Raelbryda asks, as a way to try and jog his memory. “You like, took me seriously though and we ended up going to prom together, and then when I told you I was kidding, you got so upset.” She laughs to herself, as if she’s recounting a good memory and not one of the worst moments of his life.

Not only does she remember exactly what she did, but she remains completely oblivious to the effect it had on him, even to this day. The way he curls up in anxiety whenever a girl tries to talk to him, scared that she’s plotting a way to humiliate him. Even now the only women he talks to are his mother and Sophie, who he’s known for practically his whole life. She can smile and laugh, while he feels like he’s still stuck in that state of mind for over a decade at this point. Soemrifaeld swallows down the building emotions, ready to tell her off for the way she ruined his trust in others.

“Yeah. I remember,” he says instead, and plasters on what he hopes is a pleasant enough face.

“Yeah!” she grins happily. “Honestly the only reason I did ask you was because I was sure you’d turn me down anyway.”

He tilts his head in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, you’re gay, right?” Raelbryda says like it’s a fact, more than asking for confirmation. Soemrifaeld blinks, barely even able to process the sentence for a good few seconds. When it does hit, he’s genuinely taken aback. “I… No?”

“Oh, it’s fine! Everyone already kind of knows. You were always kinda…” she trails off, making a vague hand gesture, “y’know?”

“I’m- I’m not?” He searches her face, panic taking over as he tries to discern how serious she is. He almost expects there to be a group of people watching from the crowd, pointing and trying to contain their laughter as she tries to make a fool out of him one last time, just for old times sake.

She laughs with an almost innocent smile, before it drops into something more embarrassed. “Oh. Seriously?” Soemrifaeld nods. “Oh. I like, kind of figured, ‘cause like. The way you dress. And I heard you never really had a girlfriend after highschool. Oh, and how you didn’t ever change in the boy’s locker room, I heard from a few different guys that you always changed in the bathroom, so they all thought-”

“I- I get it,” he cuts her off, face heating up. He had no idea how any of these things constituted making him gay, especially his clothing. Throughout highschool, and even now, he never wore anything extravagant, just a simple pair of pants and a button-up, sometimes covered in a sweater during the colder months. And so what if he didn’t like changing in front of the other boys? He just didn’t like being associated with the other male students of the school, preferring the privacy of a bathroom stall. Also, the locker room smelled awful.

The girlfriend comment is probably the one that irks him the most, though, especially since the reason for it being the girl standing in front of him. Not having a girlfriend doesn’t mean he isn’t attracted to women, nor does it mean he has any attraction to men. Soemrifaeld suddenly feels incredibly self-conscious. Did everyone really think that he swung the other way? Is that why so many women seemed uninterested in him, because they automatically assumed that he wouldn’t take any interest in them either? All of a sudden, he’s starting to rethink every single interaction he’s had with women. He’s even starting to think about his interactions with men. Did they also think that he way gay? Has a man ever hit on him, and he was just too oblivious to see it? On the other hand, is he so self-centered that he thinks that anyone would hit on him, of all people?

The silence between the two stretches an uncomfortable length, and Raenbryda awkwardly shuffles her feet, eyes darting between the stands and moving crowd.

“Um. Well. It was good seeing you again. If you ever wanna talk you can like, message me on Insta. I can probably hook you up with- someone. If you want.” Her speech is stilted and expression showing very obvious signs of discomfort. She rattles off her handle, and then steps back into the flow of the crowd, receiving no similar farewell from Soemrifaeld in return.

He eventually returns back to reality from the conversation induced stupor, seeing that the vegetable stand is now even more barren than previously. He frowns, looking at the now even more limited selection, wondering if he can just hope for a light assignment during work and try his luck again tomorrow. He may also have to look into clothes shopping, and switch up his wardrobe for the first time in a while.

#roevemberxiv #ffxiv fic

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sxfik · 3 years

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bitches be watching comfort shows just to feel something

im bitches

#mine #lol mini rant here #today was ivy day #i got rejected LMAO #i mean expected but idk it feels weird to be closing this chapter of my life when i’m not ready to part with it and accept that this is what #i have now #i feel a very dull ache in my heart bc i got so many rejections to my target schools #and i literally slaved over academics for 4 years and gave up so much and saved it for my senior year #and then the pandemic happened and everything i was looking forward to got cancelled #i lost the job i had i lost all my extracurricular activities for my junior and senior year i never got a prom #or went to a football game or a real high school party or got to do any of my bucketlist items with my friends #i didn’t get to see my boyfriend for a year and we’re still in a functionally long distance relationship and he has been my best friend #since i moved here and the fact that i don’t get a real ending with him and we have 2 moments together this two year sucks and it’s so pain #and through all of this i literally said ‘at least my admissions might be better’ yeah no turns out co2021 had the worst admissions year eve #in the end nothing worked out #i lost a lot of members of my family this year too and they live in india and i can’t see them due to covid #i’m in a worse place than i was ever before and i know that i’ll get through this one by one but i’m so isolated that i can’t see a way out #sigh i shouldn’t complain because i do have an excellent college for engineering and prep for law and it’s like a tier 1 school #it’s just not my first choice or where i envisioned myself going to but it’s alright #really though i am still lucky and greatful for what i do have but i’m also continuously mourning what i lost #and it feels never ending #this was long but i don’t have anyone that i can really vent at so i’m venting here #ignore if you don’t wanna see any of this bs #personal

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spikedhe4rt · 2 years

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Steve Randle was my best friend growing up, we did everything together including but not limited to baking. Steve hated it at first but it grew on him when he realized it was truly my passion. We made cookies, cake, brownies, and more, we even had a stand at one point when we were 14 but it got destroyed by Dallas and Soda after they decided it was a good idea to wrestle next to it. I was so upset that I punched them both in the face on "accident", at least thats what I told Darry.

After that incident I decided run my mini bakery through my kitchen till I got older and could actually have a business. It was pretty dry at first because who would really trust 14 year old to make their confections but eventually by 17 I had good amount of costumers. Even though Steve didn't help with my baking, we still stayed the bestest of friends, who may have made out a few times. At first I thought Steve only wanted to be friends but that changed when he asked me to junior prom, I accepted and almost immediately spent half my savings for my dress, makeup, and hair.

On the night of prom, Steve told me to meet him at the Curtis house so I got in my car and drove there. When I got there, I saw Steve in his car making out with Angela Shepard. I walked up to the car and beat on his window, they jumped out of fear. "What the hell is wrong with you?" he said sounding angry. "What is wrong with you, you asked me to prom!" I said with tears streaming down my face. He almost looked sorry but then he said the worst thing ever. "Look you're a good person to make out with but thats it." He said with a fake sympathy face. Thats when I slapped him so hard his face turned to the side, it was for sure gonna leave a mark. "Asshole, Don't ever speak to me again." I said before walking in the Curtis's to find all the gang watching tv.

"Y/n what happened?" Darry asked worried. " I thought Steve was outside waiting for you" Soda said. He must have not told them about Angela. "He went with Angela instead I just found them making out in his car." I said sobbing. "Damn that sucks but I'm sorry" Dallas said. Everyone looked at him with a "are you serous" look and turned back to me but I had already left.

That was 2 years ago, Im 19 now, I haven't really talked to gang since then especially Steve. He's tried to contact me but I never answered not after I almost lost my dream. After I spent most of my savings on prom, I had to shut down my bakery because I couldn't afford supplies. I had to work two jobs to end up getting here, now I have a actual business aka my own bakery professionally. Sometimes I bartend part time for extra cash to treat myself, the job sucks and my boss is a creep but money is money.

I was working my Saturday night shift when I some familiar faces come in. The gang? since when do they party together? or at all? I quickly walk to the other bar hoping they didn't see but of course life doesn't go like that. "Y/n?" I heard someone say. Steve. "What do you want?" I say harshly. "I just want to say sorry for prom night." Steve said looking guilty. "You've said your sorry now leave" I replied looking him in his eyes then walking away.

I decided I needed a break so I went to the back to cool off. "Y/n?" Of course he followed me back here. "What do you want Randle?!" I almost yelled. "This" he said then kissing me passionately. I knew it was wrong but maybe I could him back for what he did and get laid at the same time.

SMUT WARNING

"Steve" I panted breaking away from the kiss.

"Are you sure you wanna do this?" He asked breathless. "Yes" I replied quickly. Steve then began to kiss down my neck to chest. He reached for the bottom hem of my shirt and pulled it off. "I missed you so much baby" Steve said. I hate him so much. "Yea yea me too, sit down." I said bluntly.

I got on top of him and started grinding against his bulge. "Y/n" Steve groaned loudly.

"Lean back, I wanna ride your face" I said moaning. Steve then laid back on the break room couch, I climbed on of him, hovering over his face before fully sitting down. "Steve!" I whimpered.

Steve then began sucking my clit, using his tongue to send me into utter pleasure. "Go faster please baby" I moaned. Steve did just as I said and sped up, licking down to my hole from my clit. He then began thrusting his tongue inside me, his mouth becoming coated in my arousal. For someone who has a mouth full of shit, his tongue is amazing.

I felt myself getting closer as Steve's nose began to nudge my clit. Finally his big nose is good for something. "You close babe?" Steve said from under me. "Yes Steve keep going" I said breathless. I then began grinding my hips towards his face before coming on his face. After I came down from my high, I climbed off him and began put my clothes back on.

"Where are you going, I thought you wanted me?" Steve asked confused. I let out a laugh before saying "Look you're a good person to get head from but thats it.” Oh how the tables turn. I then finished getting dressed and walking out leaving Steve alone, half-naked, and dumbfounded.

#the outsiders smut #sodapop curtis #steve randle #the outsiders #dallas winston #ponyboy curtis #darry curtis #johnny cade #two bit mathews #steve randle x reader

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lena-in-a-red-dress · 3 years

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Nia just needed a friend to do a hard mall trip. Trying out dresses. For a formal dance. And hey, maybe Lena and Kara are mad at each other but... She just needs Lena okay?

When Lena receives a call from an unknown number, she almost ignores it. But just enough people spread her phone number that she answers it on the off chance it might be someone who needs her.

“Lena Luthor, how can I help you?”

“Lena, please don’t hang up.”

The voice is familiar, but Lena can’t place it until the voice continues.

“It’s Nia. Nia Nal? And I know--” Lena almost hangs up right then-- not because it’s Nia, but because Nia treads dangerously close to a subject Lena is dead set on avoiding. Almost. “I know you have no reason to take my call, but… I need your help.”

Lena almost hangs up. She doesn’t.

“What do you need?”

---

The crisis, Lena learns, is that Nia has been given the assignment of her life covering the Golden Globes ceremony being hosted in downtown National City, but has nothing even remotely appropriate to wear. The mundanity of it all is so far from what Lena expects that it’s long moments before the words fully register.

“Uh, Lena…?”

“I’m here,” Lena says quickly, clearing her throat. She leans forward in her chair, rattling off an address. “Meet me there tomorrow at 11am.”

The next day, a few minutes after eleven, Nia walks up to Lena outside of Sylvie with hesitation all over her face. “Lena?”

Lena tucks her phone away and turns towards Nia with a professional but bright grin. “Nia, you made it.”

“Uhm, yeah actually… I kinda thought I’d gotten lost…”

Lena looks at her in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“Lena, I can’t afford anything on this boulevard, are you crazy??”

Oh.

“You’re not paying,” Lena says simply.

Wide eyes blink at her in shock. “What? No! No, Lena, I can’t ask you to do that--”

“I’m offering.”

“Look, I was thinking we could just go to the mall--”

“The mall.”

Nia quails under Lena’s judgement, and Lena softens.

“Nia, you are about to be on the red carpet, covering an event that could catapult your career into the stratosphere. I think that warrants something a little more than what a department store can offer.”

“But…” Nia continues to protest, but uncertainty colors her features, and Lena knows she’s slipped under her guard. Carefully, Lena places a hand on Nia’s wrist.

“I won’t force you to accept what I’m offering,” she says gently. “But calling a Luthor for help means calling for a Luthor solution-- and nothing says Luthor more than shopping at the best boutique in town.”

Nia nods, but she ducks her chin with a swallow. “It’s just…”

“Just what?”

“I don’t want you to think that’s why I called, you know?” Nia expels a sigh, working a harried hand through her hair. “It’s just that Kara was supposed to come with me for moral support, but she’s had to cancel four times and the ceremony is in three days and if Andrea hears one more time that I don’t have a dress, she’s going to kill me…”

“Nia,” Lena says softly. Nia stops, and meets Lena’s gaze with a hesitant one of her own. “I would never think you were calling for a hand out. I’m offering.” Nia still looks uncertain, but Lena holds her gaze. “You asked for help… so let me help.”

Nia considers her words, studying Lena carefully. Finally, she wraps her arms around herself with a steadying sigh. “If you’re sure…”

“I’m sure.”

Nia follows a few paces behind as Lena turns and approaches the door to the shop, lingering to let Lena be the one to press the buzzer to be allowed in. But as they near, the door opens for them, ready and waiting to admit them.

Luthors don’t use buzzers.

“Welcome to Sylvie.” A pair of well groomed attendants relieve them of their purses, exchanging their bags for a couple flutes of champagne offered by a third.

“Thank you,” Lena replies easily, well versed in the practice. Nia fumbles a step behind, her movements stiff and uncertain. Instead of moving directly into the belly of the store as she usually did, Lena lingers, allowing Nia the chance to take in the shop for the first time. The showroom looks much like any other, as could be glimpsed through the windows, styled with clean lines and immaculately dressed mannequins. The true Sylvie experience, however, happens further in, beyond the curtains that separate the dressing rooms from the rest of the store.

“If you’ll follow me, ladies, I’ll show you to your dressing room.”

Lena wonders what Nia expected as they approached one of the curtained off areas. Perhaps a cramped alcove like the hollywood thrift stores shown in coming-of-age films, where your elbows knocked the walls as you changed and you’d be lucky to find a stool to put your own clothes. Certainly it isn’t the plush, spacious room that awaits them, if Nia’s wide eyes are anything to go by.

Charnelle waits for them at the curtain. “Welcome, ladies,” she greets, parting the curtain so that Lena and Nia can slip inside. “Lena, lovely to see you again.”

“And you,” Lena returns.

“I’m Charnelle,” she introduces herself to Nia. “Wonderful to meet you. I’ll be assisting the two of you today.”

“Thankyousomuch,” Nia says in a rush, her shoulders tight as she shakes Charnelle’s offered hand.

Charnelle allows the curtains to close behind them, isolating them in their own little pocket of divine luxury. Lena settles herself on the central chaise lounge, folding her legs elegantly before her. Nia perches on the edge beside her, her gaze flicking to the small boudoir in one corner and another curtain that shields the actual changing area. Inside there, Lena knows Nia will find a plush bench to sit on as she undresses, and gold hangers to hold her clothes while she tries on various gowns. It’s designed to be beyond comfortable, a place where one could spend hours-- and lots and lots of money.

“So, what do you have for us today, Lena? Another benefit gala to dazzle?”

“Actually,” Lena replies, “Miss Nal here is covering the Golden Globes this week for CatCo Worldwide.”

“How exciting!” Charnelle rounds on Nia. “And what are you looking for in your gown?”

Caught with a mouthful of champagne, Nia freezes, then swallows audibly. “Um…” she coughs out. “Something nice? I probably shouldn’t be outdressing the stars or anything, so nothing too crazy?” She shrugs. “I don’t know, exactly.”

“Charnelle,” Lena intercedes, “could you bring us some formal options in black, maroon, or blue? Floor length, of course.”

Charnelle nods, beaming. “Absolutely.” She gives Nia a wink. “She has your colors nailed, honey. What are your measurements?”

Nia stares at them both. “Uh. A six, usually?”

“They’ll need your measurements to ensure a proper fit,” Lena delivers gently. “Do you mind if Charnelle--?”

“I’m trans!” Nia blurts, her chinks coloring a solid ear-to-ear pink. “Sorry,” she adds quietly. “But-- yeah. Just so you know.”

Lena stares, surprised more by the outburst than its content, but Charnelle takes it in stride. “So am I, baby girl,” she responds smoothly. “That doesn’t mean you don’t deserve to have a dress that fits.”

Breathing a sigh of relief, Nia finally, finally relaxes. She offers a shaky grin. “Okay. Yeah. Let’s do this.”

Charnelle gives Nia’s wrist a squeeze on her way to the boudoir to pull a tape measure from the top drawer. While she’s busy, Lena catches Nia’s eye and lifts her glass in a silent cheers of support. Nia rewards her with a small smile, before Charnelle returns and makes quick work of measuring Nia’s bust, waist and hips.

“All right!” Charnelle chirps, wrapping up her tape. “I’ll be right back with some options. You two stay here and get comfortable, all right? I’ll be right back.”

She disappears, and Nia all but collapses onto the chaise next to Lena. “I can’t believe I did that,” she groans.

Lena pats her on the knee. “You’re all right. Sylvie only gets my business because they know the value of discretion.”

“Yeah.” Nia lifts her head with a hum, surveying the dressing room once more. “This is nice. Thank you for talking me into it.”

Lena smirks. “Just wait.”

As if on cue, the curtains part to admit not Charnelle, but the woman who’d offered them their drinks. This time, her tray holds an array of small finger sandwiches. “Refreshments?”

“Oh, wow!” Nia exclaims, quickly helping herself to three. “Okay, yeah. I could get used to this.”

Lena grins, snaring a cucumber sandwich for herself. “Thank you. And another round, if you could,” she adds, seeing Nia’s empty glass.

The woman nods. “Of course.”

When she has disappeared again, the dressing room fills with quiet, and Lena realizes that she doesn’t have a clue what to say. She’s gone shopping with her mother, and with Andrea, and in both cases the conversation flowed easily, for better or for worse. But she’s never been shopping with a girl several years her junior, and never one in the middle of Lena’s biggest heartbreak.

“It happened the last time I went shopping for a dress too,” Nia says, breaking the silence. “The anxiety about… you know. I guess something about formal wear brings out the worst of it.”

Unsure of how to respond, Lena looks at her. “When was the last time?”

Nia sighs. “Prom. I’d transitioned by then, and most people were used to me, but I didn’t have a date, and part of me just internalized it as a fixture of me not being girly enough, and not, you know, the fact I didn’t know how to talk to boys, let alone date them. I didn’t even know if it was worth it to go at all, and I just-- started crying, right there in the dress shop.”

“What happened then?” Lena asks gently.

Nia smiles fondly. “My mom. She just hugged me, and told me how proud she was to have such a beautiful, confident daughter. It was sort of embarrassing at the time, but… it was something I needed to hear, you know?”

She pauses then as the server returns with their champagne. Afte the woman dips out again, Lena nudges her. “And did you ever find a dress?”

Nia snorts, nodding. “Yeah. Like, two minutes after I calmed down I found my dream dress. And my friends and I had a blast at prom, so I’m glad I went after all.”

“Good,” Lena murmurs, sipping her drink. “Well, I can’t promise anything about a dream dress, but I’ll call it a win if we get out of here without any tears.”

“Cheers to that,” Nia concurs, lifting her own glass for a deep sip.

In that moment, Charnelle returns, wheeling a short cart of long dresses along with her.

“All right, ladies-- who’s ready to see some gowns?”

---

Nia settles on a bias-cut gown of sky blue, accented with beaded embroidery at the bust and straps. It may not have qualified for dream status, but it’s perfect for the Globes, and Lena can tell Nia is excited by the time they step back out onto the street, garment bag draped over her arm.

“Thank you, again,” Nia offers, hiking her purse higher on her shoulder. “You really didn’t have to do all this, especially with how weird things are right now. I know it probably wasn’t easy to say yes when I called last night.”

Lena blinks. It honestly hadn’t occurred to her to say no. “Nia?”

“Yeah?”

“Why did you call me?” It’s her turn now to shift uncomfortably on her feet. “I’m always happy to help, but… as you say, things are weird. Why me?”

“Honestly?” Nia asks. Lena nods. “You remind me of my mom. I can’t begin to tell you how or why, but you do. And the thing is… my mom was probably the kindest person I’ve ever known. So-- if you reminded me of her, I figured you were a pretty safe bet. And the worst you could do was hang up on me, so…”

Right.

Lena nods, her throat locking painfully around a sudden lump in her throat. Forcing a smile, she clears her throat. “Okay. Well… I’m glad I was able to help. Are you okay to get home?”

Nia nods easily. “Yeah, I’ll just catch the bus. Thank you again. This was really nice, and it was really good to see you.”

Lena nods, but before she can turn away, Nia catches her by the wrist.

“I mean it, Lena. I owe you one. If you ever need anything…”

Lena turns her wrist, allowing her hand to settle into Nia’s palm. Giving it a squeeze, Lena offers her a smile.

“I know who to call.”

// prompts are closed

#lena and nia #brotp #trying on dresses #nia and lena go shopping #prompt filled #quarantine prompt party 2.0 #GUESS WHO'S WRITING #AND FINALLY CATCHING UP ON THE PROMPTS SITTING IN HER INBOX #*jabs thumbs at self* this guy!!#this was fun #thanks nonnie

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theladyofdeath · 2 years

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When We Were Young {1}

The DILF series, part 3.

Ship: Hunt x Bryce

Summary: After a series of tragic events, Bryce is forced to raise her daughter alone until her ex and father of her child, Hunt, gets discharged from the military. When he comes back to town, Bryce finds that the past cannot simply be forgotten.

Warnings: Mature content throughout. Language, sex, drinking, etc.

Written with @snelbz

Then.

With her eyes closed, music blaring into her ears, Bryce almost could have convinced herself she was a famous dancer or model, getting ready for an important shoot, as someone curled and pinned her wine red hair into an intricate mess of waves cascading down her back.

Until, at least, she was hit in the face with something small and hard.

Amber eyes flaring open, she found Danika in the salon chair across from her, mouth moving, an open bag of Skittles in her lap.

Pulling her earbuds from her ears, Bryce paused her music. “You could have taken my eye out. What were you saying?”

“My aim is better than that,” she drawled, popping a green candy into her mouth. “I asked if you’d talked to Hunt today?”

“Of course,” Bryce replied, unlocking her phone. She opened her messages and opened the thread from Hunt Got a Better Grade On the Calculus Exam Than Me.

She’d rolled her eyes when she’d found the new contact name after they’d received their tests back the week before, but never changed any contact name he set in her phone, just like he never changed hers.

She scrolled up until she found the one with his and Baxian’s plans. “He said they’ll be at my house at five to get us for dinner.”

“And did Ruhn tell you if he’d get drinks for us?” She asked, not bothering to hide the fact that they were discussing Bryce’s older brother getting booze for them, regardless of the fact that they were underage.

Bryce threw the two ladies doing their hair a glance. Neither of them seemed to care, thankfully. It was prom season in Lunathion though, so this was far from the worst thing they’d probably heard from the clients in their chairs.

“Yeah, but he was grumpy as Hel about it,” Bryce confessed. “He told me no a hundred times before giving me that yes.”

Danika snorted. “Sounds right. He needs a woman in his life. Or a man. Whatever he’s interested in, I don’t know. I do know, however, that a little sex may get that stick out of his ass.”

Bryce scrunched her nose. “Can we not talk about my brother’s sex life?”

“I’m just saying,” Danika mumbled with a grin before throwing another Skittle in Bryce’s direction.

Bryce responded with an unladylike gesture that made her hairdresser chuckle.

Bryce and Danika had been planning tonight for what felt like forever.

After all, you only go to your senior prom once.

“Fury says she’s picked up all of her party favors,” Danika smiled, typing away on her phone. She was grinning. “She also says you better not be with Athalar the whole night. We get you for some of it.”

Bryce rolled her eyes. “Same goes for you and Baxian then.”

“Oh, he already knows I’ll be bailing on him at some point,” she replied, waving at Bryce dismissively. “He also knows I’ll be his at the end of the night, so he’s more than willing to share.”

Bryce cringed as she thought about the fact that Hunt wasn’t one to share.

He wasn’t excited about prom, about the tux he’d have to wear or the dress Bryce had spent weeks picking out. He wasn’t excited about the dinner they’d all be attending together, or the booze and mirthroot Ruhn and Fury had acquired for them. The only thing he was looking forward to was having Bryce to himself that night, in his empty house, thanks to his foster dad’s last minute business trip.

Nonetheless, he would go for her. He would do anything for her. He had since the moment they had started dating, junior year. He would show up and be pleasant, would treat her like the princess she surely was, but she would know the truth. He was going for her and her alone.

When Bryce came back to the present moment, Danika was watching her.

“I know you want to spend as much time together as possible before he leaves, but we need to spend time with you, too,” she said.

Bryce gave her a grin that she didn’t quite feel. “Don’t worry. I know it’s not a party unless I’m there.”

Danika’s head fell back as she laughed. Her hairdresser looked annoyed. “Don’t get too cocky. At least not until Ruhn comes through with the liquor.”

After their hair was perfected, they were getting their nails done and heading back to Bryce’s house to finish getting ready. Ruhn was already there, sitting with Ember and chatting about what classes he was taking that semester. Although not her son, Bryce’s mom had always had a good relationship with Ruhn. At least, she had always been kind to him once he and Bryce connected in her early teens.

“You’re early,” Bryce said, dropping her keys on the kitchen counter.

Ruhn opened his mouth to say something but Bryce was too distracted by her mom yelling, “You two look so beautiful!”

“Do you agree, Danaan?” Danika crooned. “Do we look beautiful?”

Ruhn had no facial reaction at all, but he looked at Danika as he said, “Always.” Ember was going on and on, but Ruhn was standing from the table and shoving his hands in his pockets. “I got called into work early so I thought I’d come drop off your shoes now.”

Shoes.

It was clearly a lie, but if Ember realized it she didn’t show it.

“They’re in my car,” Ruhn went on, clearing his throat.

“I need to get my dress out of my car, I’ll grab them,” Danika replied, coolly. Ember was still gushing over Bryce’s hair, continually hooking one of the loose strands over Bryce’s ear, out of her face. Bryce continued to pull it forward.

“Great,” Ruhn sighed, stepping forward and hugging Bryce as Danika rushed outside while Ember was distracted. “Have fun. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

Snorting, Bryce hugged him back. “That leaves my options pretty wide open. Flynn told me what y’all did at your senior prom.”

Ruhn threw a sheepish grin to Ember, who gave him the most mom-like look he’d ever seen.

“Fine,” Ruhn said, backing away. “Do the complete opposite of what I’d do.”

Ember chuckled and then Ruhn was walking outside, making sure Danika had grabbed the correct bag out of his car.

Bryce was in her room when Danika had returned. “Why does he always get us the cheap shit?”

“Because he keeps the expensive shit in his apartment to impress every woman that finds him charming enough to spend a night with him,” Bryce said, pulling the box that held her shoes out of the top of her closet.

Danika had a grin on her face that told Bryce she was about to comment on Ruhn’s sex life, once again, but then she thought better of it.

Hunt and Baxian would be arriving within an hour and they still had a lot to do. After perfecting their makeup, they shimmied into their dresses, Danika’s a deep purple and Bryce’s all black, hugging every inch of her curves.

After shoes and jewelry were added, the two of them looked in Bryce’s floor length mirror.

Danika whistled. “Not to sound too cocky, but we’re about to be the hottest bitches in that place.”

Bryce laughed in full agreement just as the doorbell rang. Her eyes flared, but she knew she’d never make it down the stairs in time to stop Randall or worse, her mother, from opening the front door. Especially not in the heels she was wearing.

It seemed Ember had beaten even Randall there, because only a second later, she heard her mother mooning over their boyfriends.

Stashing the booze in their empty shoeboxes, Bryce and Danika silently made their way down stairs, carefully setting the boxes and their purses on the kitchen counter. Stepping into the living room, Bryce caught Hunt’s eye as her mother took picture after picture of he and Baxian standing together.

She watched as his already dark eyes somehow became impossibly darker as he dragged them down her body. She bit her lip to hide her smile, and he smirked as Ember and Randall turned towards where Bryce and Danika waited.

By the end of the fifteen minutes Bryce and Danika had allotted for pictures, she was fairly sure her mother had taken at least a thousand shots of them. There were some of each couple, some of Bryce and Danika alone, some all together, and, of course, some of corsages and boutonnières being put on.

Baxian had expertly snuck the boxes containing the alcohol out to the car while Ember was chatting with the girls about her own senior prom and Randall was threatening Hunt with a smile on his face. Hunt took it in stride, used to Bryce’s step-father’s loving but overprotective nature. Neither of the parents had even noticed Baxian slipping away and silently returning to Danika’s side.

As they were trying to get out the door, Ember still snapping pictures, she hollered, “Let me know when you get to Danika’s tonight. Have fun!”

They all waved and smiled as they piled into Baxian’s all black Jeep, even as they all knew Sabine would never have allowed the debauchery they were all planning on to take place under her roof.

Once Bryce shut the door behind her, Hunt moved to the middle of the backseat and took her hand. “You look incredible, by the way.”

Bryce’s cheeks heated. “For someone who hates dressing up, you look pretty good yourself.”

He grinned that grin that had her soul going up into flames as he said, “Thanks.”

The restaurant they made reservations at was nothing special, just a quick bite to eat before the main event. They ate quickly, Ember’s onslaught of pictures taking longer than they’d expected.

They rode to prom with the music on full blast. Bryce was nervous and she had no idea why. Yet, she had a feeling that this would be a night they would never forget and she only wanted it full of good memories.

Prom was being held at a hotel ten minutes from Bryce’s house and she had never been anywhere so incredibly fancy. Even though she was all decked out, she nearly felt out of place as they walked beneath the crystal chandelier in the lobby.

They spotted Fury and Juniper beneath an arch that read Crescent City High Prom 15,023. A Night To Remember.

“More like a night we’ll be so drunk we won’t be able to remember,” Danika announced, hugging Juniper as they approached.

She huffed as she wrapped her arms around Bryce and then stepped back into her girlfriend’s awaiting embrace. “All the other themes were too cliché,” Juniper sighed. She was on the student council and had been the main brain planning the evening. “It’s our senior prom, we’re not going to go with Monte Cristo again.”

“Is it too early for booze,” Hunt grumbled.

Bryce nudged him in the ribs. “You promised to be excited.”

“My excitement is fueled by alcohol,” he said, but his smile told her that he was trying.

“I promise that once we get through this,” she began, sliding her arms around his neck, “that I will truly give you a night to remember.”

The light in his eyes brightened as he leaned down to kiss her, softly.

“Save it for inside, lovebirds,” Danika called, her and Baxian leading the group towards the ballroom.

“I can get us a room instead,” Hunt mumbled.

Bryce just rolled her eyes and laughed as she took his hand and followed the others.

Bryce had always loved to dance, especially with her friends. Although Hunt wasn’t one to get out on the dance floor, Bryce was never dancing alone. It wasn’t until a slow song came on that Hunt finally made his way to Bryce and held out his hand.

“I’ve never seen you on a dance floor before,” Bryce laughed as he pulled her into his arms.

“Don’t get used to it,” Hunt said, then added, “but I couldn’t not come dance with you. You’re perfect.”

She rolled her eyes but it didn’t stop the butterflies from settling in the pit of her stomach.

Hunt's arms went around her waist as Bryce clung to him, resting her cheek against his chest.

They were quiet for a moment as they swayed back and forth. Danika had been right earlier. Graduation was still three weeks away, but Hunt would be leaving soon after and she wanted to spend all the time with him that she could before he went away.

“You look sad,” Hunt said, quietly, halfway through the song. “I didn’t come dance with you to make you sad.”

Bryce chuckled and sighed. “Graduation is soon.”

Hunt’s body tensed but it quickly relaxed. “I don’t want to talk about graduation.”

Bryce frowned but didn’t push it. It was a topic that they avoided as much as possible.

“I just want to be here with you,” he added, his voice gentler than before. “Let me be here with you.”

She nodded, arms tightening around his neck.

“I love you, Quinlan,” he said, pressing his forehead against hers. “You know that, right?”

He’d never done a single thing for her to doubt that, but they’d been inseparable for the past two years. The future, not having him with her, not knowing when she’d see him next… It would be an adjustment.

“Of course, I do,” she breathed, stretching up on her toes to kiss him. “I love you, too. More than anything.”

They wouldn’t talk about graduation or summer tonight. They wouldn’t talk about the countdown that they felt closing in on them. Instead, they would spend time with their friends, they’d dance and drink and laugh.

A night to remember.

———

Bryce, Hunt, Danika, Baxian, Juniper and Fury bailed as soon as Pollux Antonius was crowned prom king. Some of the members of the sunball team said they’d be by later, but they had no idea just who all would show up at Hunt’s house after prom had officially ended. They weren’t having a party, just a small get together.

That had been the plan at least.

Now, Hunt looked around at at least fifty of his classmates in his living room.

Too bad he was too drunk to care.

“Is it bad to admit that I don’t know who the fuck half of these people are?” He asked, his shirt untucked, unbuttoned, and his tie discarded.

Bryce laughed as she fell back onto the couch. “It’s too late in our high school career to get to know them now. Just enjoy the company.”

Hunt snorted and fell onto Bryce, kissing her slowly. “We can get you out of this dress, you know,” he muttered against her mouth. “Such a tight dress seems uncomfortable.”

“We’re surrounded by people,” Bryce laughed.

“I have a bedroom,” Hunt countered.

They kissed again but it was soon broken up by Danika jumping on them both and saying, “Real party is out back in two minutes. Don’t miss it.”

Hunt groaned. “I’m already so drunk I can’t walk straight.”

“That’s just an excuse to take this party to the bedroom,” Bryce grinned.

Danika groaned, dramatically. “You two make me sick.”

Hunt rolled his eyes. At first, he hadn’t been able to stand Danika but she had grown on him over the years.

But only to a certain extent.

Danika hurried towards where Fury, June and Baxian waited, a rolled cigarette tucked behind Fury’s ear. Bryce knew it wasn’t tobacco. She was about to stand up, about to tug Hunt outside for a couple hits of mirthroot and then she’d let him take her into his bedroom, when the front door opened and they both glanced that way.

Connor and Ithan Holstrom, followed by most of Ithan’s teammates, flowed through the opening.

“What is he doing here?” Hunt asked, eyes narrowing.

It wasn’t a secret that Connor had a thing for Bryce. He had since they met freshman year, when Bryce and her parents had moved from Nidaros. But neither of them had ever made a move, even though Bryce had had a crush on Connor, too.

But then Hunt had transferred to CC High their junior year and Connor had missed his chance.

Bryce felt Hunt’s arm wrap around her shoulders right before Connor’s eyes found hers. He quickly looked away, catching sight of Danika as she slipped out the back door. Ithan and the rest followed as they walked through the living room and out back.

Bryce shrugged out of his grip. “Really? That alphahole bullshit again?”

Hunt bristled, but didn’t say anything.

“I’m going to smoke,” she announced, standing up. “You can be an asshole and stay in here if you want or you can come outside and be civil with Connor.”

“Bryce—”

She was out of sight before he could get out another word. With a groan, Hunt fell against the cushions and covered his face with his hands. He was far too drunk for such drama.

He had a choice to make.

Neither seemed like too much fun. He didn’t want to go up to his room alone, but he certainly didn’t want to be around Connor and his puppy dog eyes for Bryce.

Then he remembered his promise.

They only had one month together. They had one month until he was gone, going a hundred miles away for basic training, then across the ocean. They had one month until they didn’t have the ability to see each other every day. With her outside and him inside being an alphahole, as she put it, he was wasting time.

After swallowing his pride, Hunt pushed himself off the couch and headed toward the backdoor.

With his hand on the doorknob, he froze.

Bryce was standing next to Connor, laughing the night away. He knew it was innocent, knew that she loved him, but that jealousy…

He couldn’t control it.

His hand remained on the knob for a minute as he tried to calm himself down.

But then Danika saw him.

She said something to Bryce.

Bryce met his eye through the glass.

Then Connor looked their way, too.

He was going to do something stupid.

If he went out there, he knew he would do something stupid, knew he would get in a fight, knew that he would ruin Bryce’s night and he didn’t want that. Bryce didn’t deserve that, especially not on prom night.

Hunt’s hand fell away from the door and, with a bottle of vodka, he made his way upstairs to his bedroom.

It was nearly forty-five minutes later, when Bryce was sufficiently fucked up enough to stumble up the stairs and pause in front of his door. People had started to dwindle out, the night finally well and truly coming to an end. It had only taken Bryce a few minutes to realize she may have overreacted. But only just a little. He had acted like a dick, but she knew how he felt about Connor and his feelings. And they only had so little time left.

Sighing, Bryce raised her hand and knocked on the door.

It didn’t open.

She heard the music stop downstairs and then Danika hollered up the stairs, “We’re heading out, B! Love you!”

She didn’t want to yell in front of his door, so picked up the long skirt of her dress and hurried to the top of the stairs. The only ones left were Baxian, Danika, Fury and Juniper.

“Let me know when you get home safe, okay?” She looked each of them in the eye, so they knew she meant it. “A night we’ll always remember, right?”

They said their goodbyes and Bryce was in front of Hunt’s door once more. Rather than knock, she tried the knob.

It was unlocked and Bryce released a relieved breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding as she pushed the door open.

The bottle of vodka sat on his nightstand and she could see his sleeping form lying in the bed.

With a sigh, she unzipped her dress and helped herself to one of his shirts before reaching for the glass bottle, which was now empty.

That explained the snoring.

“Hunt,” she whispered, climbing onto the bed and nudging him in the shoulder.

He grumbled something and rolled onto his stomach.

“Hey.” She tried again, shaking his shoulder.

This time, he rolled over to face her, his blurred eyes meeting hers. “I’m sleeping.”

“You were the first one asleep at your own party,” she replied.

He mumbled something incomprehensible in response.

“What?” She asked.

“Nothing,” he grumbled.

“No,” she pushed, her voice rising. “Tell me what you said.”

Hunt rolled onto his back, at last, and rubbed his temples. “I said that I didn’t want this fucking party. All I wanted, Bryce, was a night with you. Alright? Not half the damn school. So, I don’t give a shit if I fell asleep.”

His words were still slurred, that drunkenness lingering.

She stared down at him, lips set in a thin line. She didn’t say anything as she made to slip off the bed, going to sleep in the spare room or on the couch. Hunt’s hand wrapped around her wrist. His words were strained. “I don’t want to fight, Bryce. I just…” She turned back to look at him. His jaw was set, but his eyes… She couldn’t read the emotion there. “I want to spend what time I can with you. Danika and Juniper and Connor, they’ll see you every day at CCU. We don’t even know when we’ll be able to speak…”

Silently, Bryce pushed back the blankets with her free hand and Hunt released her wrist. She climbed in next to him and he turned to face her, framing her face in his hands. Brushing a thumb over her full lips, he said, “I want to experience everything with you, even something as stupid as prom, because I know how much it means to you. But I need that time, Quinlan. I need what time we have now to make memories that will get me through days without you, the nights without you.”

Leaning forward, Bryce pressed her lips to Hunt’s. “If you aren’t too drunk, we can still make tonight one to remember,” she breathed, a gleam of longing in her eye.

Hunt rolled them until she was pinned beneath him and kissed her, not needing any more words uttered to know what they both wanted, what they both needed.

The clock was closing in on them and Hunt was right. Everyone else in her life would still be here in a month. She and Danika would be moving into their apartment at CCU, Connor and Ithan in tow, even if Baxian was joining him in the military, though not in the same way. Baxian would be granted leave every few months, back and forth to Lunathion, thanks to his family’s ties to the city.

Hunt dragged his teeth down Bryce’s neck and she sighed as she arched her body up into his. “Do you have any idea how tight that dress was?” He growled, letting his hand trail up under his shirt she wore, roaming all that soft, warm skin beneath.

“I do actually,” she chuckled, but it turned into a moan as he rolled one of her nipples between his fingers. “It made my ass look phenomenal.”

As if in confirmation, he gripped her leg by the knee and hooked it around his middle, and his hand smacked her ass. “Yes, it did. It always does.”

They got lost in each other’s arms, in each other’s kisses and touch, and Bryce finally pushed him away, pulling his shirt over head. Her voice was breathy and high-pitched, even as she groaned, “I need you inside of me.”

At eighteen, it took little more than that to convince him to fuck his girlfriend. He sat up, kicking off the sweats and boxer-briefs he wore and leaned over to the nightstand, digging through the drawer for the box of condoms he kept hidden in the back.

His fingers closed around the box and he pulled it out, freezing as he looked at it.

Bryce felt him go still and she asked, “What’s wrong?”

Hunt glanced over at her and he groaned as he took her in, gloriously naked, laying in his bed. He dropped his head against the pillow, muffling his voice, and mumbled something.

She waited, knowing he’d repeat himself after a second, and he looked up at her, cringing. “We’re out of condoms.”

Bryce’s eyes flared. “Shit. Maybe Micah might have-?”

“He can’t have kids, remember?” Hunt interrupted. Bryce went quiet. She had known that, it was the whole reason he’d taken in Hunt as a foster kid.

They stared at each other for a moment, neither of them saying a word but both breathing heavily.

Bryce sucked in her bottom lip but it was Hunt who asked, “Do you trust me?”

“Of course,” she breathed.

“I’ll pull out,” he promised.

She hesitated, but nodded, capturing his lips in a needy kiss.

Neither of them said another word as he took her to bed and made love to her in a drunken haze.

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