#insert in excel

[futuristicdoormats789]

Water guns at the ready

[devilsadvocatevhs]

WHISPERS OF THE HEART

Ted "Theodore" Logan X fem!reader genre : one shot - fluff warnings : english isn't my native language. I hope you guys like it!

Ted Logan gulped, his hands trembling as a surge of anxiety flooded his mind, tangled with intrusive thoughts. The uncluttered apartment was silent, save for the faint hum of the guitar under his fingers. You sat on the couch, sipping your drink, watching as Ted strummed absentmindedly on his guitar beside you. The warm light of the room was wrapped around you both, casting a cozy glow. With a content and fond smile, your eyes drifted toward the absent-minded tall man with shaggy black hair.

“Hey? You okay?”

It wasn’t the first time Ted had heard that question from you, but your soft voice always made him nervous—especially when you sounded worried. His stomach twisted as he stopped playing and met your gaze with honey-brown eyes. It felt overwhelming for him—he was used to being seen as just a regular nobody, especially when it came to girls. He’d had crushes before, even on popular, unattainable ones. But the way he felt about you was different, consuming him entirely. You weren’t just another distant fantasy; you were part of the group, a friend of Bill’s. To Ted, that made you feel even more out of reach than any of his past crushes.

“Uh… yeah, I think so, dude…” he mumbled, his tone unconvincing.

Self-conscious under your skeptical gaze, Ted tried to use a neutral tone, but anyone could see he wasn’t acting like his usual goofy self. Truth be told, he had already asked his best friend Bill for advice who had told him to just come clean about his feelings and not bottle anything up. It had been two months since that talk and Ted blatantly ignored the advice, not feeling brave enough. The thought of ruining your friendship made his chest ache. What if he just messed everything up? Besides, you were both alone in his and Bill��s apartment.

“It’s just… It’s totally bogus that Bill couldn’t join us tonight,” he added, trying to sound casual.

You tilted your head, glancing at the bottles and snacks scattered on the coffee table. With a small chuckle, you nodded and poured yourself another drink.

“Yeah, but it’s nice to catch up sometimes. It’s been a while since we’ve hung out.”

Ted's face flushed red. He blinked rapidly, lost in thought, before finally taking a deep breath and muttering awkwardly.

“You know, I like hanging out with you too, and…”

The words stuck in his throat, and a tense silence settled between you. Ted fidgeted, rubbing the back of his neck. His anxiety built until he finally blurted out impulsively.

“It’s just… I’m not good at this, you know?” Ted admitted, frustration creeping into his voice.

A frown settled on your face, first thinking he was referrign to his guitar skills. You shook your head, holding his chocolate brown eyes.

“Well, I can tell you’ve improved a lot on the guitar.”

Ted shook his head, his fingers fidgeting.

 “No, not that. I mean…Like,” He inhaled sharply. “I don’t want to mess things up, but I can’t stop thinking about you.”

The room went still as Ted’s words hung in the air. His cheeks flushed crimson as he added, “I know we’re friends, and I don’t want to make things weird, but I’ve gotta be honest.”

For a moment, you just stared at him, his deep eyes fixed on yours. 

“Whoa… sorry, I’m, like, totally messing this up’, Ted eventually said with a nervous chuckle and avoiding your glance.

Then, to Ted’s surprise, a soft smile spread across your face.

Your expression softened and you chuckled at his awkward and shy demeanor. Still, you felt your cheeks flush and your heart start to pound against your chest at the sudden confession.

“Ted,” you said gently, “don’t worry. To be honest, I’ve felt this way for a while too.”

Relief washed over him, and he gave you a crooked, heartfelt smile.

“For real?”

“For real,” you replied, placing your hand over his. “I thought I was the only one getting ahead of myself.”

Ted’s lips parted slightly, his mind racing with everything he wanted to say but couldn’t. Instead, he glanced at your hand over his, the warmth grounding him in a way that words never could.

Without thinking too much—because overthinking always stopped him—he leaned forward, closing the space between you. It was hesitant, almost shy, but sincere. His soft lips brushed against yours, lingering just a second longer than he meant to.

When he pulled back, his cheeks were flushed a deep red, and he scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. “Uh… was that okay?”

You blinked in surprise before giving a bright and affectionate smile.

“More than okay, Ted.”

The tension melted from his shoulders, and for the first time that evening, Ted’s grin returned—the goofy, carefree one you loved so much. “Whoa… excellent,” he murmured, earning a laugh from you.

He picked up his guitar, his confidence back, and strummed a random lighthearted tune. But this time, instead of avoiding your gaze, he met it, the unspoken feelings between you now clear.

[nenoname]

one aspect of the show i feel its a shame folks don't tend to acknowledge is that ford isn't the twin with Trust Issues™️

not to say he doesn't have his struggles + he's constantly keeping secrets cos he's ashamed of himself but like. he's naturally trusting of others even after facing betrayal after betrayal and is always looking for someone to confide with; stan, bill, mcgucket, jheselbraum, dipper....

and it's like, who's the twin who kept his secrets all to himself and resolved to work completely alone for 30 years

[borgialucrezia]

peaky blinders — 4x02 'heathens' created by steven knight

[vomittedsoap]

Job interviewers don't understand the importance of my current job as Dumbest-Person-in-cult-classic-AMC's-TheTerror-Tumblr-fandom. It's a full time job and I'm fully committed. Someone's gotta do it.

[venusdian]

The Black Aesthetic.

"Being Black isn't an Aesthetic, It's culture."

A story about adults who live in a predominantly black small town in Tennessee, Dealing with small town woes as well showing different perspectives of being from a small town.

(This is a mixture of 1st & 3rd POV) - 3.6K

Marí

────

“No.” I bluntly say as Tailah was on her knees. Her hands intertwined. She looked pathetic. Tailah angrily huffs at me as she gets up. I softly sighed. She knows I would do anything for GiGi. That’s my baby! But going to a parent-teacher conference is not something I want to do on my day off. Being around kids, in general, does not sound like some shit I want to do, period.

“Why can’t Devin go?!” I argued. I mean, what is he there for? His good looks?

“I already told you Devin went out of town for his farming business. Look, you’re always complaining that you want to be more active in Genesis’ life. This is your time to shine, God Mommy!” Tailah says, trying to butter up the deal. I rolled my eyes. I did put my foot in my mouth saying that shit.

Give a defeated sigh as Tailah’s eyes light up, knowing she had me wrapped around her fat fingers. She pulls me in for a tight hug. I hate when Tailah gives me hugs. Them bitches be mad tight for no reason. I try pushing her off of me. We are both fat, and that’s just a lot of blubber between us.

“Get off of me!” I scowl, finally pushing her off of me.

“Ok, if you need anything, just call the hospital.” I waved her off. I knew the spiel all too well. Tailah rushes out of my Duplex, and right on Cue, here comes my favorite little human ever, GiGi.

“Auntie, where’s mommy?” GiGi asked me, confused. I kneel to her level, admiring her big brown eyes, and softly sigh, fighting the baby fever urge.

“Mommy went to work. I’ll be going to your parent-teacher conference.” I proudly announced. GiGi smiles at me.

“Ok, that’s fine.” I stand back up and take Gig’s hand.

“Let’s go ahead and hurry up. Your mother will lose her shit if I’m late to this meeting.” GiGi giggles, shaking her head.

“Auntie! You have to watch your mouth.” She scolds. I rolled my eyes. Just like that, my baby fever went away.

omniscient

────

Meanwhile, Gregory was finishing with his last parent. He couldn’t believe that God just lets anybody reproduce. He lets out a disappointed sigh when a knock on the door shakes him from his negative thoughts.

It was his girlfriend and fellow teacher, Janine Teagues. She knew how much Gregory dreaded this day so she stopped by when she had a chance to make sure Gregory was not losing his mind or debating on quitting. Gregory’s mood instantly lifts into a more positive one.

A smile forms on his face as Janine walks over to his desk.

“How are you holding up?” Janine asks, walking behind him and giving him a small shoulder massage.

“They should test a parent’s intelligence before they can take a child home,” Gregory complains, earning a small chuckle from Janine.

“Oh, it can’t be that bad,” Janine says, playfully rolling her eyes. Gregory gives her his signature glare, making Janine laugh.

“Luckily, I have one more parent, and then, I can go home.” Janine grins.

“And what do you plan on doing?” Janine asks, leaning forward and whispering in his ear.

“Hopefully you—” Janine’s face heats up. Before she can answer, the door opens, and Ava clears her throat. The pair awkwardly pulled away from each other. They look up at Ava, who seems disgusted.

“Janine, your parent is waiting for you in the classroom, and if you could, please don’t do all that. Kids have to come here.” Janine rolls her eyes and walks towards the door.

“I’ll see you later.” Gregory nods. Janine awkwardly brushes past Ava. Ava looks at Gregory one more time. They share an awkward stare. Ava then seductively winks at him and closes the door behind her. Gregory scrunches his face up in disgust and shutters. He could not wait for this day to end.

Marí

────

I pulled into the packed parking lot, stunned to see it was so packed. I thought parents avoided going to these. Well, my mom always did. Edward Winston Elementary School aka E.W. Center, back in my days. Before they closed the 6-8 program. They had rebuilt the school during my stint in Cali.

I never thought I would revisit this school. But I also didn’t think I would move back home, either. But here I am, back in my old stomping grounds. The building looks nice, and that’s all I got. I hated going to school and still do. Tailah better be lucky, I love GiGi very much, or else, I wouldn’t have agreed to this. I finally found a parking spot near the school. Granted, it’s a handicap spot, but them niggas can wait thirty minutes.

I get out of my car and go to the back to get GiGi out of the car seat. I close the door, and with this girl on my hip, I carry her into the school. I let out a soft sigh. This was going to be a long ass day. I walked up to the table and signed GiGi and I in.

“Oh! You must be a new parent.” The lady at the table says. I look up, and the woman gasps.

“Marí Dunlock, is that you?” I looked her up and down, confused.

“I might be, who’s asking?” The woman gets up and smiles.

“It’s me! Mrs. Howard! Your Kindergarten Teacher!” I blink rapidly. Oh, shit! She might be right.

“I didn’t know you were related to Genesis.” I chuckled.

“Yep, I’m her god mommy and her favorite aunt.” GiGi Giggles, laying her head on my shoulder. She proudly looks at me.

“Aww! Well, how have you been?” She asked me, trying to make small talk, but I didn’t know what to say.

I left town to get away from my mother, only come back after my love life and job life went into shambles, running back to my mother only for her raggedy ass to die, and now, I’m stuck here trying to figure out what’s the meaning of life while working some stupid job I hate but is stuck with because it pays the bills and also comes with great benefits.

“Fine. I’m a Senior Entertainer Manager at a popular Management company.” Mrs. Howard’s eyes light up.

“OH! That sounds exciting.” More, like, exhausting. I shrug.

“It’s ok,” I mutter.

“Well, I should get going.” I continue, pulling myself away from this dreaded conversation. Before she can say something, we quickly rush off. I put GiGi down so she could lead me to her teacher’s room.

“Aight, GiGi. Lead the way.” GiGi happily nods, and she begins to lead me to her teacher’s room. As we walk down the hallway, she explains unnecessary information about the classrooms. How did she know all the gossip? I don’t know, but I begrudgingly listen to it, all because I love her. I’d rather have her talk my ear off than be silent.

We finally reach the classroom, and GiGi opens the door.

“This is my classroom, Auntie!” She proudly professes. I smiled as I looked around the classroom. It was cute or whatever. Nothing to write home about. It looks like your average first-grade classroom.

“Oh, You must be—” That voice… That voice sounds familiar. It better not be— I slowly turned around and beat Tailah’s ass is the first on my list of things to do when I see her. He looked at me as if he saw a damn ghost, bitch same here.

“Marí?” I take a deep breath.

“Gregory, you’re my goddaughter’s teacher?” I asked, trying to keep my composure. He cautiously nods.

“Yea… Small world?”

“What do you mean small world? Nigga, you ain’t recognize Tailah?” His eyes widened as everything pieced together in his small brain. Figures. He wasn’t the brightest light bulb in the pack.

“Oh wow! I knew Ms. Rhodes looked familiar, I just didn’t realize—” I put my hand up, stopping him, and sighing.

“I’m here as a favor for Tailah. The hospital called her in.” Gregory nods.

“Ok, have a seat.” I nod, sitting at one of the desks. He sits across with a folder in his hand.

“How have you been, Marí?” I rolled my eyes, I didn’t care for the casuals.

“I’ve been fine,” I said, struggling to keep my composure. He hums nodding.

“Genesis is doing really well in my class— Too well.” I furrowed my eyebrows.

“Is that a bad thing or something?” I asked, I was offended by his tone. He saying it like he is shocked. My GiGi is a smart girl! Of course, she doing well.

“I wasn’t trying to say it was a bad thing. If you’d let me finish, I feel that first grade is not challenging her enough.”

“Oh. Why didn’t you start with that?” Gregory takes a deep breath.

“You’re the one that cut me off,” Gregory argued. I rolled my eyes.

“Well, fix your tone.”

“You need to fix yours.” He says as if he was threatening. I couldn’t lie, he still had a hold on me when he was domineering. It was the way his voice deepened and how serious his tone was, just always knew how to put me in my place.

I hate it.

A satisfied grin plastered on his face. I wanted to smack that shit off, but GiGi was in the room, and I don’t want her to see me act crazy. Although, she was distracted, playing with the toys across the room. When I smack, I make sure I leave a mark.

“Well, they’re a gifted program offered here, and if you talked to Tailah about it, the program might be a good fit for Genesis.” He explains, handing me a pamphlet. I looked at it and skimmed through it.

“Is that it?”

“Well, I mean, she’s doing exceptionally well in my class.”

“You already said that.”

“What’s your problem, Marí? Last time, I checked, you left.”

“And you didn’t stop me.”

“Cause, you’re a grown woman Marí. Why would I stop you?”

“Because you said, you loved me.” Gregory lets out a flustered groan.

“And I did, but we clearly wanted two different things in life. You wanted to stay in Cali, and I didn’t. I wanted a long-distance relationship, but you shut that idea down. I don’t know why you’re so damn mad?!” Gregory argued. He had a valid point. I was scared, and I couldn’t admit that. I still can’t. I softly sigh.

“Gregory, I—” Gregory took my hand.

“I heard about your mother… I wanted to reach out—” I shook my head.

“It’s fine, honestly,” I muttered. I loathed vulnerable moments, and he knew that. I jerked my hand away, I didn’t need his sympathy. He softly sighed, he didn’t budge any further.

“Still the same ol’ Marí. Scared to confront her feelings.” I scoffed.

“Go to hell.” Gregory shakes his head, chuckling.

“It’s fine. I was overstepping boundaries, anyway. You still look good.” I rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t help but smile. He still can make me blush.

I hate that.

“Thanks, so do you. In your own goofy way.” He rolls his eyes.

“My goofy looks had you crazy over me back then.” He teases, leaning over and showing his pearly white teeth. I rolled my eyes.

“I was 10 with low self-esteem.” He scoffs.

“Oh, whatever! Marí! I had you stuck on me for 15 years.” He teased, I looked down and blushed.

“Fifteen years…” I trailed off. Gregory leans back in his chair, with a small smile.

“Yeah.”

“and it’s been seven years since I last saw you…” I muttered.

“How long were you back in town?” Gregory quickly changes the subject. I looked up at the ceiling to do the math.

“Uhhh, Mom Dukes died almost a year ago—- I wanna say almost 2 or 3 years.”

“And you didn’t think to let a nigga know?” Gregory asks. His body was relaxed but his eyes were seeping through my soul, making me nervous.

“How was I supposed to know you were still in town?” I argued, but I knew Gregory was not letting that slide.

“You could’ve hit me up. My number never changed, Marí.” I didn’t have a rebuttal for that argument. I just sat in silence. Our eyes had a separate conversation. It was nice to see Gregory, I can admit. He’s done well for himself, and I know Genesis is in good hands.

Gregory has always been good with kids, even though his face rarely shows it. He truly loves his job. I was just mad cause, deep down, I knew I still loved him, and it sucks that seven years later, I still can’t shake him.

I think he knew that as well.

“Marí?” A girl calls out. Our eyes unlocked, and we looked at the door. I furrowed my eyebrows.

“Janine? Janine Teagues?” I questioned, getting up. I looked over at Gregory. His expression was of Shock and guilt. Janine walks over to us.

“I did not know you had a kid,” Janine said, shocked. I shook my head.

“Oh, No! That’s my goddaughter,” Janine nods.

“Awe, Ok! It’s been like what? Over 15 years since we last saw each other?” I nod.

“Yeah, it has, you’re still with Tariq?” I ask, trying to hold my disgust. I still don’t know how they ended up together. Janine was so smart, and Tariq was—well retarded. We still think that Tariq’s mom fucked the principal so he could graduate cause we Knew Tariq was not passing regular classes. He ate glue because it looked like Cream cheese Icing, and we were in the 10th grade.

Janine blushes, looking over at Gregory, who sported a small smile. I—

“Well, no. We broke up. I’m actually—” Before she could finish her sentence, GiGi walked up to us, interrupting the conversation.

“Oh! You met Ms. Teagues, Mr. Eddie’s girlfriend!” I awkwardly scratch the back of my head. Now, feeling dejected and embarrassed. They both nervously chuckled. Janine kneels to GiGi.

“Hey, the adults are talking. When we’re done—-“

“GiGi, you can stay,” I interject. Janine looks up at me, concerned.

“Marí, I don’t think this conver—”

“GiGi is not dense, and you’re not going to treat her as such. We were leaving anyways.” I took Gigi’s hand before Janine could finish we left the classroom. I can admit, I was jealous knowing that Greg had moved on with someone who was more stabilized than me, but I was also glad that he did. At least one of us wasn’t suffering.

omniscient

────

“I bet seeing your ex was not on your to-do list today.” Janine awkwardly jokes trying to lighten the tense mood. Greg gets up and nods.

“Yea. I didn’t expect that.” He mutters to himself. He felt guilty. He felt guilty at the fact that he was secretly happy to see Marí again. The old feelings he thought he had buried after reconnecting with Janine had surfaced. Those memories he could physically feel all over again. They would hide under the playground and talk for hours.

The same playground where they shared their first kiss. Gregory used to hold Marí’s hand and walk her to her classes. They became intimate at her mother’s Section 8 apartment during their teens. Her mother was never home. Marí’s place was perfect for losing their virginity. After they had sex, they were disappointed because it happened so fast, then they got scared when there was a blood stain on her bed and thought they injured her. A memory that often brought laughter to the pair.

Or when in high school when they both got into their favorite college and celebrated the moment. All the good, the bad, and the ugly. Everybody thought they were destined to grow old together. Hell, he thought they were too, but he guessed Marí had other plans, and he had no choice but to accept them.

And he thought he did, when he fell for Janine, but Marí quickly humbled him, making him realize that he wasn’t over her, but he couldn’t just leave Janine. It was too risky, and besides, He doubted that Marí even felt the same. What’s in the past, stays in the past.

Janine noticed his longing silence, bringing a feeling of insecurity. Greg quickly notices and gives her a reassuring look.

“Janine, You don’t have to worry about Marí. What we had is in the past.” He pauses and then caresses her cheek.

“You’re my future.” He says, assuring her. Janine looks up and blushes. They share a soft and passionate kiss. Those words quickly calmed her nerves, but if she only knew those words were lies.

Marí

────

“How was the meeting?” Tailah asks me, entering my house without knocking. I quickly shot my head up from my book.

“Bitch, how did you get in?” Tailah looks at me, confused.

“You gave me a key, remember? You gave me and Jeoni a key, and Courtney got mad ‘cause she ain’t get a key, and then you had to—-“ I put my hand up, stopping her. My name was not Michael Jackson, and I did not want to remember the goddamn time.

“Ok. I got it.” I slammed my book closed and got up.

“I want to kick yo ass, but Gigi is in the back sleeping. Why did you not warn me that Gregory works at E.W!” Tailah furrows her eyebrows then her eyes widen.

“Oh shit! You right! I honestly forgot.” My eyes widened. Bitch how did you forget my ex works there?!

“Bitch! What?” Tailah rolls her eyes.

“It’s been seven years, and you’ve moved on since. I don’t know why I need to warn you about Mr. Eddie working there?” I groaned, throwing my head back, then glared at Tailah.

“OH! I don’t know. So, I can mentally prepare myself not to fall in love when I see him!” I argued. Tailah hums.

“You still love him? You never meant—”

“Cause, I wasn’t right in front of him in a school where I fell in love with him at.” Tailah frowns and places her hand on my shoulder.

“Marí…” I moved my shoulder away.

“I don’t need your sympathy. I’ll be fine. He’s dating Janine, anyways.” Tailah gasps.

“Genesis told me that, but I ain’t believe her ‘cause you know how kids are.”

“Oh! Speaking of which, Gregory thinks you should put her in the gifted program because he felt like first grade isn’t challenging her.” Tailah crosses her arms and hums as if this isn’t her first time hearing this.

“Yea, Mrs. Howard expressed the same thing to us when she was in kindergarten. Devin doesn’t want to put her in the gifted program because he fears she’ll get bullied or worse, become depressed because she’s different.” I scoffed, leaning back.

“Just because back his in country bumpkin days they would bully the student doesn’t mean they will do that now, especially me as her god mommy. I am a tier three crash out. I will beat the kids and the parents.” Tailah chuckles.

“Devin also mentioned he didn’t need you crashing out either.” I waved her off.

“Well, Talk to Gigi about it. Ask her what she wants. Gigi knows what she likes and what she doesn’t like.” Tailah sighs.

“I know, it’s just Gigi is also a daddy’s girl, and if her daddy doesn’t want her to do something, she isn’t going to do it, even if she wants to.” I hummed, nodding. She had a fair point. If she senses Devin isn’t ok with the idea, she’ll say no just to make her dad happy. I sighed.

“Well, you got time to think it over and talk to Devin about it. Look, I agree with Gregory about her being smart. Genesis is reading chapter books meant for middle school students and she picks up her surroundings very well. Don’t stifle her potential because Devin is scared of his baby girl growing up.” Tailah sighs, nodding. She knows I’m right. Hopefully, Devin sees it, too.

“Well, I’ma go get Gigi up. She has school in the morning, and I have to go in right after.” I nodded. Tailah went into the back to get Gigi up from her bed. Yes, Gigi has her own bedroom. I told you that girl is the apple of my eye.

I return to the couch, grabbing my phone. A notification pops up on my lock screen. It’s an Instagram notification. I brushed it off as it was probably some influencer following me, hoping to get a management deal at my company. I open Instagram to see the heart flashing with numbers. I sighed and clicked on the heart to see this person liking all my pictures. I rolled my eyes until I caught a part of the name.

Eddie. I take a deep breath and click on the name. There he was on my phone screen. I smile softly scrolling through his account. He doesn’t post much, which isn’t surprising. He wasn’t too keen on social media, but the things I did see made me smile.

I scrolled back up and the blue follow button was taunting me. I bite my bottom lip, I wanted to follow him back, but I also didn’t want the blogs to catch on me following some random guy in my hometown. The door shuts, snapping me out of my thoughts. I looked up and it was just me, alone in my living room. I sighed softly and pressed the follow button.

I hope this doesn’t bite me in the ass.

[soullessjack]

i know we’re balls deep in destiel again But since revival talk is upon us again can i possibly pitch to anyone my jack guesses . Pretty please

[punk-spic3y]

very self indulgent wip

[hypocriticaltypwriter]

Talaney-Anne face claim?

A lot of my girls [Talaney, Chrysta, Nancy, and Tammy] if not me myself, have the face-claim of Diane Franklin!

[eddiethehunted]

please can i go into a gen fandom tag and not see character x reader cream pie daddy kink skirt kink virginity kink dom sub undertones spanking choking throat fucking bondage spitting smut. please i just wanted to see some little guys being friends and hanging out

[ishouldbedoingalright]

peter pan goes wrong. amazing, brilliant, show-stopping.

[adjectiveadjectiveadjective]

frank herbet had a nun fetish. my proof?

- the bene geserit's whole deal is that they're nuns who have a sexy voice so powerful they can make you do whatever they want and the only people who can resist are basically just more powerful nuns. or paul i guess idk fuck that guy. they're the archetypical dommy mommies

- duncan idaho's (frank's favorite character) final form is a guy who is designed to get women addicted to having sex with him (literally a hentai plot). the bene geserit made him Like That because they couldnt use spice so they just decided to fuck everyone into submission instead

i swear to got frank was fully yankin' it while writing by the end of the series bro is 100% cum brained

[venusdian]

The Black Aesthetic - 003.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

"Being Black isn't an Aesthetic, It's culture."

(This is a mixture of 1st & 3rd POV) - 2.7K Words

omniscient

────

Greg hated having Car rider duties. It meant he had to stay until every student was picked up. Sometimes, it could be hours before they were picked up. Luckily, it was also Janine’s week as well. So he wasn’t going to be alone. Janine and Greg were making small talk when they heard King Von’s Went Silly, coming from the Car ride line. They furrowed their eyebrows, trying to find where it was coming from.

It was a white 2023 Audi A4 pulling up.

“That’s a choice.” Janine mutters to Greg. Greg chuckles.

“I feel bad for any kid that has to go home to that.” The driver’s door opens. They expect a young man in their 20s or 30s, dressed in streetwear and maybe wearing a shiesty too. They take a deep breath, knowing they will face a confrontational person as they must ask for ID before releasing the child.

“Should I call security?” Janine worriedly asks. Greg shakes his head.

“Nah, we should be good.” The radio turns off. A foot swung out, and it was Elmo slippers on the person’s feet. They groaned. Even worse, somebody’s ghetto-ass momma, who probably has an expired license.

“Ok, you might have to call security.” Greg worriedly says. The person finally got out of the car, and to his shock, it was Marí, and she looked fine as hell. She wore a Strapless Crème Blouse that accentuated her breasts. Her blouse was tucked in her navy blue pencil Skirt. She had taken off the Navy blue blazer she wore with it. Her hair was in a bun with curly sideburns. She walked up to them.

“Hey, I’m here to pick up Gigi.” Greg was speechless and confused. Janine noticed. She cleared her throat.

“You have your ID?” Marí nods.

“Yeah, Let me go get it.” She returned to her car, and Greg watched as her hips swayed left to right. She opens her car door and leans in the car, Seeing how her butt poked out the door. Greg could feel his pants tightening. Janine tapped him. Greg shakes out his thoughts and looks over at Janine.

“You ok?” Greg hummed.

“Yeah, just tired.” He mutters. Marí walked back over to them and handed her ID to Janine.

“I’ll be back.” She says, going back into the school.

“King Von?” Greg asks as Marí rolls her eyes.

“That’s my nigga. Rest in Peace.” Greg chuckles, shaking his head.

“You’re still the same ol’ Marí.”

“You already know you can’t take the Clinton out of the girl.” Greg bit his bottom lip, with his arms folded, nodding.

“Yeah, you’re right. You lucky it looks good on you.” Greg knew he shouldn’t have said that, but he couldn’t help himself. She blushed, looking down.

“Greg, You better stop.”

“Or else what?” His tone deepens an octave. She looks up at him. Those eyes, he noted to himself. Her brown eyes and that look of desire always made him ready to strip her out of her clothes.

“AUNTIE!!!!” Genesis screams, breaking the sexual tension between the pair. Marí knelt as Genesis ran into her arms. Marí embraced her and smothered her with kisses as Genesis giggled. Greg looked at her, admiring their bond. Greg always thought that the look he gave to Marí and Genesis would be with their own kids.

He thinks about all those late-night talks they had in her bedroom. How they planned to get out of Anslem and move to Washington to start their own family. He would be in education, and she would be doing something lucrative. A career didn’t matter to her. She just wanted to be happy and so did he.

They were each other’s happiness.

“Bye! Mr. Eddie! I’ll see you tomorrow!” Genesis happily says, walking away with Marí. They walked off, and Janine watched his face as they walked off. This worried her. She didn’t want to think that Greg was still in love with Mari, but his actions weren’t helping. When they’re together, her insecurities go away, but as soon as Marí pops up, it’s like Greg forgets all sense and focuses on Marí. Maybe she needs a third perspective on this situation. Maybe, she was worried over nothing.

It’s not like Marí is always going to be around. Right?

Courtney

────

I sat at my piano, writing a new song. I’ve always been a singer and songwriter since my days in E.W. I used to write songs while Marí played the piano. I fell out of touch with it when I got older, and Instagram was really getting big. I became an influencer because it was easy money, but now the influencer lifestyle was growing very tiring. I was getting bored with putting a camera on my face and lying about how I use whatever brand that pays the best.

I’m still a party girl, of course! You can’t take the party out of me! But, I really want to want to hone in my craft! See that?! I used Hone, learned that in my daily learn-a-new-word app! I only downloaded the app because I wanted to sharpen my skills when it comes to this writing shit. I don’t want to be another stupid influencer turned musician.

A knock on the door disturbed my craft. I got up and walked over to the door. I looked through the peephole, and it was the man of the hour. Noah Laurier, the man who has been ignoring me for the past few days. I unlocked my door and opened it with a slight attitude cause I wanted him to feel my anger.

“Look, I’m sorry that I’ve been ignoring you. It’s that Alex Crane is working on a comeback tour after having her—” I put my hand up.

“It’s fine,” I muttered. Noah gives me a smile, which is kind of cute, I won’t lie.

Honestly, Between you, me, and god? I’ve always had a crush on Noah. He’s tall, built like a Greek god, and has these beautiful green eyes. AND DO NOT GET ME STARTED WITH HIS VOICE! His voice is like butter, he could read me a sex scene any day! But, I have 1 strict rule and that is to not mix business with pleasure. I do not form any romantic or sexual relationships with people I work with. Honestly, personal too, but Marí broke that rule by offering to be my manager and she did a damn good job at it too!

She gotten me brand deals only big influencers get, like I mean people with over a Million followers, got me invited to events, and had me doing more than just walk-throughs and partying. She made me a viral name. So you know how pissed I was when she took that promotion, but I couldn’t blame her. She went from making 5-figures yearly to 6-figures with the job change.

But I still miss her as my manager. Noah is great, but I don’t feel like he’s listening to my desire to become a musician.

I let Noah in, closing the door behind him. He takes a seat on my White Italian leather sofa. I got that one of my many splurges. It wasn’t in the budget, but I made it fit. I got an earful from my finance advisor, but it was totally worth it! I sit beside him and smile.

“So Alex Crane will be in Town since her producer is here for a family emergency.” I hummed, nodding. I heard about Max is on Fire!’s Mom getting ill. I know Max is Alex Crane’s go-to producer, I’ve been trying to work with him for MONTHS!

“Well, I booked you a studio session with him at around 8:30 PM at Royal Studios.” I gasped.

“YOU DID NOT!” I said, shocked. Noah smiles, giving me a small chuckle.

“Yes, you don’t have to worry about the bill. Marí is paying for the Studio time.” I hummed, nodding. This must be Marí’s doing. Which is disappointing, but expected. The one person who truly believes in me isn’t on my team, anymore. It hurts knowing that Marí suggested this and not Noah. I know people think, I’m some ditzy girl who uses my looks to get ahead in life. And—That might be true.

But I’m more than that, and I’m ready to show the world that. Noah looked over at me, and his happy face turned sad. I guess he can pick up the vibes. He places his hand on my thigh.

“Hey, I want to clarify that I’m not putting you on the back burner. I’m unfortunately juggling a lot of other responsibilities as well. When Marí insisted I take over her clients, I didn’t realize how many influential ones I would be handling. These clients are already well-established, and Marí’s role is primarily to ensure everything runs smoothly. I now have to manage both her workload and mine. I hope that once I get the clearance for Alex, I can focus more on you. I know how serious you are about music, and I assure you that we will get you to where you want to be. Please give me some time to prove that I can do this job.”

His sincere words warmed my heart and my pussy too. I wanted to say some out-of-pocket shit. Like, Show me in the bedroom or something cool. But, I needed to control myself. I needed to act professionally.

“Ok, thanks,” I muttered. Noah gets up.

“It’s getting pretty late, I should get going.” I followed.

“Yeah,” I muttered. I did not want that man to leave. We walked to my door and he looked back at me before I opened the door.

“I’ll make sure I call you to remind you.” I smiled and nodded. Whew! His lips look so good. I wanted to sit on them. It was better if I didn’t say anything. I opened the door and Noah left my apartment. I closed the door and turned my back against the door, taking a deep breath. My rose Toy will hate me tonight.

Marí

────

I placed Gigi’s Doctor Mcstuffin’s plate in front of her. She picks up her small pink fork and spoon, digging into the dinner I made. I made Macaroni & Cheese, Grilled chicken, and Sweet corn. Her chicken was already cut for her. I returned to the stove and made myself a plate before sitting at the table with Gigi.

Moments like these make my childhood self, happy. I’ve always wanted My mom and me to have dinner together. I didn’t even realize parents have dinner with their kids until I went to Tailah’s house in 1st grade. They said grace and then ate dinner while talking about their day.

That was when I first felt envy. Because once I went back home? I was left to my own vices. My aunt Ava had gone to Philly, running after her first husband. So, I had to quickly learn how to heat up my TV dinner because, if I didn’t? I was going to go to bed hungry. I had nobody to talk to about my day.

It was just me and those goddamn bullets outside cause niggas don’t know how to fight.

So, I cherish these moments with Gigi.

“How was your day?” I asked Gigi, cutting into my grilled chicken. Gigi swallows her food and wipes the corner of her lips with a napkin.

“It was fine, and yours?” I chuckled.

“It was ok, Gigi.” Gigi hums.

“Auntie?” I looked up and nodded.

“Yea?”

“Do you still love Mr. Eddie?” I choked on my food, stunned by the question. I stammer a bit while trying to find the words.

“Uhm, why do you ask?” She takes a sip from her cup and smiles.

“I see the way you look at him. You look at him like mommy looks at daddy. I think Mr. Eddie loves you, too.” I hummed.

“Well, Mr. Eddie is with Ms. Teagues.” Gigi shrugs.

“But, you two love each other.” I sighed. I didn’t think we would be having this conversation now. I was expecting her to be a teenager, and in her first real relationship, but I was sadly mistaken. Gigi is just too damn smart.

“Well, just because two people love each other, it doesn’t mean they can be together.” Gigi hums, nodding.

“That’s stupid, Auntie.” I chuckled.

“Well, it’s life, Gigi. You’ll learn that life doesn’t make sense nor is fair.” Gigi nods.

“Well, I want you to be with Mr. Eddie. You deserve love too, Auntie.” My eyes watered as she said those words. It was like I was talking to my younger self. I gave her a small smile, deep down, she was right. After Gregory and I broke up, I started to wonder if love was meant for me.

The man I planned my whole life with was gone. Yes, it was my fault because I allowed fear to get in the way, but I guess, I was hoping that Greg would rescue me like he always did. He’s been rescuing me ever since I was ten. He knew all my fears, my weakness, my pain. Starting all over was hard.

I dated around, but they never compared to Gregory. The love they gave wasn’t like Gregory’s. That’s why I’m in therapy now. To understand myself and save myself, but every time I see him—

My younger self wants me to be with him and make things right. We were each other’s safe haven. When he dealt with the loss of his mother, I was right there. When he had those insecurities that stemmed from his father’s ignorance, I was right there. My younger self needed him, and I was too stubborn to let him be there for me.

But he had Janine, and I need to learn to have myself.

“I know, Gigi. It’s just not my time yet.” I assured her. Gigi looks down at her food, then looks up at me.

“It will be soon. I know it!” Gigi assures me. I smiled.

“Thanks.” My phone rings. I get up from my seat and go to the kitchen counter. Tailah was calling. I answered the call.

“Hello?”

“Hey, can Genesis stay the night? I just got called into work, and Devin’s mother is in the hospital. He’s driving to Knoxville to be there with the family.” I hummed, nodding.

“Yeah, that’s fine. Do they know what’s wrong?”

“Uhm, no. All I know is, that Dexter called saying she was in the hospital and it’s urgent. I’ll keep you posted.” I nod.

“Alright, Do you need me to pick her up too?”

“No. I’m going to pick her up and take her with me to Knoxville so we can be there for Devin.”

“Ok, Tell Devin, I’ll keep him in my thoughts.”

“Alright.” Tailah hangs up the phone. I placed the phone back on the counter and looked over at Gigi.

“We’re having a slumber party.” Gigi’s eyes lit up in excitement.

“YAY!!!!! Have you finished reading The Dark Side of the Moon?” Gigi questions. I listened to the audiobook on my way to work. For a sixth-grade book, it’s actually not bad, just a bit confusing. Since Gigi and I both like to read, Every month, depending on how long the book is, we read it together, and then, we discuss it, answering any questions Gigi might have.

“Uhm, I did, but I was confused about Jahil’s role in the book.” Gigi nods.

“I did too at first, but I think it’s up to interpretation.” I nod. I furrowed my eyebrows. What did Gigi think about the gifted program?

“Gigi, how would you feel about joining the gifted program?” Gigi shrugs.

“Mr. Eddie let me sit in with them during recess. It’s cool. My daddy doesn’t want me to do it, though.” I furrowed my eyebrows.

“Huh?”

“Yeah, I heard Mommy and Daddy fighting about it. I don’t want my parents to break up.” Gigi confesses. Her tone saddens me, making me feel bad. I walked over to Gigi and kneeled to her. I grabbed her small hands and made her look at me.

“Gigi, your parents love each other very much. They will not break up, but if you want to join the gifted program, you can, ok?” I assured her. Gigi looked down. I could tell she seemed unsure about my words.

“I promise.” Gigi looks up and smiles at me.

“You do?” I nod.

“Of course.”

“Then, yes. I like the gifted program. They have an amazing book selection.” I chuckled, kissing her forehead and getting up.

“I know, they do.”

[flowering-darkness]

today is Ephemer’s birthday!! happy birthday to Ephemer!! he is a treasured friend~

at this point I think I still only have the ruby AU so I can say one of my self-inserts actually gets to interact with him, haha (in this case it’s Linaria). But, since Clio takes the role of KHUX’s Player, she also gets to meet him and interact with him! which is fun

May his story finally be further told once Missing Link stops being missing..

[askstevie]

Someone what to explain to me why Stevie is crying in the corner and listening to Broomer Boys?