#so let me just eat lunch and call my mom and then I'll finish up haha

[cookinguptales]

*the longest, most adhd sigh*

I forgot about the tarot last night... lmao. I got distracted with chaptering out that fic.

I actually don't have that many left in my inbox, so I think if you sent me a request I'll probably get through it today. If anyone else wants one, requests close tonight. Let's say midnight EDT, so a little over 10 hours from now.

[authorhjk1]

dont you think Haewon deserves to get absolutely destroyed in her childhood room while her parents are downstairs

Marking

(Oh Haewon X Male Reader)

"I don't really get, why you had to come too. It's not like you're my boyfriend."

"I'm not. Lucky me."

You feel Haewon's elbow in your ribs.

"Hey, I'm driving!"

"So what?"

You send her an angry glare, before looking back ahead, focusing on the traffic.

The two of you are on your way to Haewon's parents. They are celebrating their anniversary today. A special one. 25 years. And the both of you are invited. Haewon for obvious reasons and you because you know her father. You only found out after your shenanigans at her place after your breakup. You saw a picture of him on her fridge while you left. And it turns out, he is your boss.

Well, not exactly. He is the head of the marketing team at the company you're working at. You are in a different department. He still has the higher position though. The two of you had to work together occasionally and, despite the age difference, you got along very well. That was, until you started to fuck his daughter's brains out every chance you got.

"We are here."

The two of you get out of the car. While Haewon walks towards the door, you get her stuff and trail after her. She didn't have time to change into her dress yet.

"Mom, dad!"

Haewon greets them and you shake the pair's hands afterwards. Luckily, her father knows that your ex girlfriend Sullyoon is his daughter's best friend. So it's not that weird that the two of you know each other. But it might have been a little suspicious for the two of you to arrive in the same car.

"Please come in. We have prepared lunch already."

"Thank you."

You smile at them, but you can't help but feel guilty. You doubt that they know what you have been doing to their beloved daughter every single day for the past couple of weeks.

"Haewon, go upstairs and get changed. After we are finished eating, we are driving to the party."

"Please, Mr. Oh. Let me drive. The two of you should just relax today."

"Thank you so much, dear."

Haewon's mom accepts your offer with a big smile.

"Too bad that Sullyoon found you, before our daughter did."

"Mom!"

Haewon's cheeks turn red in embarrassment as her mom teases her.

"She is coming too today, why is she not here?"

You glance at Haewon upon hearing her dad's question. Seems like she hasn't told them yet. Maybe to have an excuse for the two of you to keeps seeing each other.

"Well, she... She is very busy with work these days. She told me to pick Haewon up and drive her here. She will catch up with us at the party."

Not your finest moment, but you don't want to call Haewon a liar in front of her parents.

Come upstairs

You stare at the message on your phone. What the hell, Haewon? You know what she wants from you. But this is her parents house. Her father is sitting two meters away from you. How could you...

If you come upstairs now, I'll admit it.

You scoff in disbelief. This has been going on for weeks and now, Haewon wants to admit that she is a whore? A little late in your opinion. But then again, hearing it from her own mouth, while she cums on your cock...

The picture in your head makes you get off the couch.

"Haewon texted me. She needs help with her dress."

You explain yourself without even thinking about your words. It's surprising to see how fast your blood can rush from your brain to your cock, just by thinking of Haewon's desperate moans and whines.

"Sure. Go ahead"

You're glad her father doesn't seem to catch on as you climb the stairs, taking two steps at a time.

You barge into Haewon's childhood room. She stands in the middle. Naked.

"Took you longer than I expected."

You slowly tear your eyes off her naked frame and scan the room. A bed, a desk, a wardrobe. Nothing special. Her walls are decorated with her paintings though. She was definitely not very old, when she made them. They look like ones from six year olds. But still not bad. Your eyes land on the wax crayons, which are lined up by color, lying on her desk. But the nude woman in front of you quickly brings back your attention on her.

Haewon steps forward, her arms wrapping around your neck.

"Fuck me and I confess."

You roll your eyes.

"I'm not falling for that again."

"It's not a joke this time."

Haewon gives you grin.

"Admit it first. Then I fuck you."

This is how your 'relationship' started out anyways. Haewon broke you and Sullyoon up and just wouldn't admit that she did it, because she wanted you. Because she is a slut.

"No. Wrong order."

Haewon gives you another teasing grin.

"Fine."

You give in, knowing that, except for fucking it out of her, there is not much you can do about it anyway.

The two of you quickly engage in a heated kiss, warming each other up. Not that Haewon needs much of that. You can tell by how her core rubs against your thigh.

"If you want me to fuck you good, you better start sucking."

You whisper into her mouth, while slightly pulling away.

"You are not too big of a whore yet to take all of it without lube."

Haewon bites your lip, the pain makes you flinch.

"You just want to see me choke on it again."

Without a word, you grab her shoulders and push her down.

"Not that I'm complaining."

A devilish grin appears on her otherwise innocent face.

Haewon starts out slow by just putting the tip into her mouth. She lets her tongue swirl around it, while both her hands wrap around your cock.

Her blowjob is everything but slow and sensual though, once she gets into it. Like a hungry animal, Haewon starts to engulf your cock. You're reminded of this morning. That's how your day started.

Her hands quickly stroke you, while her head bobs up and down. Her eyes look up at you, almost mocking your inability to keep standing still. You can't help it. You have to hold onto something, or you'll fall. The only thing in sight, as usual, is Haewon's head.

You place one of your hands on top of it. Haewon immediately stops. Her eyes tell you to use her. Her eyes tell you that she is a whore. But her mouth still doesn't. To be fair, it's full with cock right now. But you make a silent promise to yourself. Within the next twenty minutes, Haewon will be calling herself a whore, while she begs for more.

You slowly pull her back onto your cock. Only halfway though. It doesn't make her choke, but you can already hear her breathing through her nose. You loosen your grip, Haewon's lips glide along your length, until they reach your tip. A moment to let her take one last breath.

A second later, Haewon chokes hard. Your cock is blocking her airflow. It's entirety is stuffed down her throat. Her nose is pressed against your abdomen. You hold her in place.

One second

Two seconds

Three seconds

Four seconds

Five seconds

Haewon's eyes give you a silent challenge. Every fiber of her being tells you that she is a whore. Why can't her mouth do the same?

Five seconds turn into ten seconds.

Spit starts to leak out of the corners of her mouth.

Ten seconds turn into fifteen seconds.

Haewon's eyes become wider as she realizes that you don't intend to let go anytime soon.

Fifteen seconds turn into twenty seconds.

Her nostrils flare as Haewon's breathing becomes heavier, faster.

Twenty seconds turn into twenty five seconds.

Her drool now falls off her chin in the form of long strings.

Just as you reach thirty seconds, you let go.

Haewon falls off your cock. Her mouth still hanging open as she backs away. She tries to catch her breath, her naked chest heaving heavily.

"I will wait for your confession, once you're done with surviving."

You give her smug grin.

Haewon doesn't have the energy to reply. The lack of oxygen is still visible.

"Or are you in for round two?"

This time, Haewon shakes her head.

"But you're not gonna confess what a whore you are?"

She shakes her head again.

You groan.

"Fine. But I will not be leaving this room, until your whole body screams whore."

You take a step closer towards her desk.

"And I know just the right way to start."

After grabbing the red wax crayon, you turn back around. Haewon's eyes are slowly wandering towards your hand.

"I hope this washes off easily. For your sake."

Haewon barely has time to open her mouth, before you're already towering over her. Taking a fistful of her short hair, you make her turn her head.

The young woman feels the cold crayon on her cheek. You stain her gorgeous face. Her skin senses your handwriting. The swing of the letter S. A straight line down, one to the right. An L. Another swing U. Two more lines form a T.

You let go of Haewon's hair, letting her head return to its original place. You lean back, taking in your work.

She glares at you. Her cheek is covered with red wax. The word 'slut' seems to glow on her otherwise flawless skin.

"Well, slut..."

The word slowly drips off your tongue with such a degrading undertone.

"Let's fuck that confession out of you."

You lift Haewon off the floor and place her on her windowsill. She shivers as the cold glass makes contact with her back.

"So much space for me to write on."

You whisper as your free hand wanders all over her front.

"You wouldn't dare."

You raise an eyebrow.

"I already did, slut."

You step closer, parting her legs in the process. Your faces only inches away, the tip of your cock now resting on her wet pussy lips.

"And I will cover your entire body."

You immediately start to fulfill that promise. Haewon weakly tries to push your hand away, but you hold her wrists with one hand. You place the tip of the wax crayon right between her tits and her collarbone. You slowly read the words as you write them on her skin.

"Sex toy."

Haewon closes her eyes. She shivers again. You are sure it's not because of the glass.

"Do you want another one?"

She shakes her head and shoots you an evil glare. Her lips are pressed together, not wanting to give you the satisfaction of begging you to stop.

"Suit yourself."

This time, you place the crayon right above her pussy. Her smoothly shaven skin becomes your canvas. You don't read the word out loud, this time.

It takes her moment, since Haewon has to read it upside down.

"Owned"

Just as she understands its meaning, you're already past her lips.

"Ngh! Please!"

A loud whine escapes her mouth as she feels your tip inside of her. Your cock starts to stretch her out as you slowly push forward.

"From now on, whenever you deny being a whore, I'll ruin your body further."

Just as you say that, you are just as deep as Haewon can take it. She starts to take heavy breaths again. Her eyes are glued to the part of your cock that's still not inside her.

"Are you a whore?"

You sigh, knowing full well that she won't agree yet. Haewon shakes her head.

You place the crayon on her left shoulder.

"Bitch"

You focus on fucking her now. Being inside of Haewon doesn't allow you to properly focus on humiliating her. You need to blow off some steam first. And what is better for that than Haewon's snug hole?

You start to screw Haewon into the window behind her. Her back is pressed flat against it. Her legs are spread wide, dangling off the windowsill. One of your hands holds onto her waist while the other is loosely placed on her thigh, still holding the crayon.

Haewon's moans fill the room she has grown up in. All those memories of her childhood are now stained by this experience. They are worthless. All that matters now, is that she is a whore. Slowly, Haewon's own mind comes to that conclusion. So slow, she almost doesn't realize it.

Your pounding makes her slowly lose her mind. Her moans increase in volume. Her whines reach a higher pitch.

"Again, are you a whore?"

This time, you catch her hesitate. But then, Haewon shakes her head again.

Her eyes are barely able to follow the crayon as you slow down your thrusts only a little. Just enough, so you can properly write. Her skin just above her navel is now showing off a marking as well.

"Cocksleeve"

Haewon doesn't have time to read the second half as you pick up the pace again.

"Oh, god!"

Her head leans against the glass behind her. Her back arches, her chest gets pushed towards you. Instead of leaning in and sucking on her tits, you reach forward with your free hand.

"Aaah!"

Haewon let's out a loud cry as you pinch her nipple. And the other one. Another scream.

"S-Stop. It hurts."

She whines, but you both know that that's not her safeword.

"Tell me, if you want me to be gentle. Are you a whore?"

"No!"

She gives you a determined glare. An angry pout.

Once again her crayon finds her skin.

This time, you write on both her tits.

"Free"

"Use"

Haewon looks down, barely manages to read it, and lets out another moan.

"So you do like it rough? Thought so."

You let the wax crayon fall onto the windowsill. Hooking your arms under her legs, you pull her towards you.

"Oh, fuck!"

Her cry can be heard throughout the whole house. You're sure of it. You're buried balls deep inside her cunt. Your thrusts are harder now. You go as fast as possible, not wanting to give her a split second to breath. Her eyes, once locked on yours, are now rolling to the back of her head. Haewon's mouth hangs open in a silent moan.

"Are you a whore?"

This time, Haewon doesn't even respond. Maybe she didn't hear you. Who cares?

You let one leg fall down to reach for the crayon. Another two words are added to the others.

"Sex object"

Between her collarbone and her throat.

Haewon feels you, marking her again. But an overwhelming heat rushes through her body in an alarming pace. It starts out inside her pussy. Right around your cock. It travels through her core. Through her abdomen and her organs. Past her tits. Through her throat. Until it finally reaches her brain. And her mouth.

"Oh holy fuck!"

Haewon cums hard. You start to produce squishing sounds as you keep stuffing Haewon's wet pussy with your cock. Her hands search for your body, trying to push you away. Her legs quiver and shake, before they wrap around you, trapping you in place.

"N-No more."

She weakly sighs, once she has started to calm down.

"I haven't heard the magic word from you yet.

"Haewon, honey! Are you alright? The clock is ticking!"

Misses Oh's voice makes you both look at the door. Luckily, it sounded like it was coming from downstairs.

"In a minute."

Haewon's voice cracks in the middle of her sentence.

"Maybe we should open that door and let them hear you."

"Whore!"

You're surprised at how quickly Haewon blurts out that word.

"I'm a whore! I admit it."

She looks down, very aware that your still inside of her.

"I know. "

You lean forward and kiss her forehead.

"Was it that hard?"

Haewon timidly shakes her head.

Her eyes widen when you raise the crayon again.

"W-Wait what are you doing?"

"Hold still."

"But-"

"I feel like your confession isn't coming from a genuine place, you know? Plus, I need to mark the spot, where I want to cum."

Haewon gulps, but stays silent and doesn't move.

You start on her right cheek. Three words. You keep going, even when you reach her nose. Once you are on the other side of her face, you finish the line. The last letter is placed right next to the first word you wrote on her. The new words cover her whole face. From right to left.

"Cum hungry slut"

You don't tell her what you wrote.

"Knees."

Haewon follows your order and you're back to where you started. It doesn't take long for her to bring you to the edge from there. A nice, quick blowjob. Her hands massaging your cock. Her tongue lapping her own juices off of you.

"Damn, Haewon."

You grunt, which makes her look up at you with those big eyes.

She points your cock at her own face, strokes you two more times and then makes you orgasm. You explode right above her face, covering it with your cum. Her nose, her cheeks, her lips. All of it is ruined by your seed. And the rest of her body is marked with red wax.

"Write it down."

You nod towards her desk.

Haewon understands. She doesn't even get off the ground. She crawls the short distance, reaches up and grabs a piece of paper and the black crayon. You enjoy the view of her ass, before she turns back around. She writes one word.

"WHORE"

When she looks up again, you're already holding your phone in your hand, the camera ready.

Haewon holds up her self made sign.

"A little lower."

You make sure that every single mark you left on her body is clearly visible. Your cum is still staining her face as well.

"What a whore you are."

You chuckle as you snap a couple of pictures.

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Hi everybody!

Hope you enjoyed this one. This chapter is gonna be the last of of this small series. So there won't be any follow up fics.

Stay healthy!

[lareynaderucorazon]

Sol x Reader, long post, Minors DNI

"I'm home"

You call out as you take off your shoes. Not even a moment later Sol greets you with a kiss.

"Hi babe, how was your day?"

"Mm nothing special. How was work?"

"Ugh don't even get me started. This new hire, Kevin." You rolled your eyes at the thought of that man.

"But I'm home here with you now so all of that doesn't matter." You put your shoes up and follow your wife into the kitchen.

"Endonde esta Sebastian?"

"He's upstairs finishing his homework."

"Hmm my baby's so studious."

Sol stands over the stove in his frilly green apron. You hug him from behind and peek over his shoulder.

"What gourmet dish did you cook up for us today?"

"Well you've been craving shrimp pasta so I made shrimp fettuccini and some garlic toast."

"So that was the heavenly smell I smelled as soon ans I walked through the door."

Sol slightly blushed. He knew he was married to the love of his life for seven years now but he still couldn't get over how she complemented his cooking. He felt a little embarrassed being put on the spot but, nonetheless, pride swelled in his heart at how he's able to take care of his wife.

"Dinner's ready."

"I'll go get Sebastian."

You walked away but not before you slyly groped his ass cheek. Sol's face turned red and he covered his ass with his hands before turning to softly glare at you. You only sent him a kiss before laughing and walking away.

As you walked up the stairs you could hear faint piano music coming from your son's room. You knocked and waited for him to say come in before you opened the door.

Your son looked up at you, tearing his attention away from his homework.

"Oh hey mom, when did you get back from work?"

"Just right now. I came to get you for dinner, dad made pasta."

"I'll be right there, I'm just trying to finish this last question but I can't get past it."

"Oh what class is it for?"

"Spanish."

"Hm let me see it."

Question: Maria compro ocho frutas. Tres naranjas, dos pinas, una sandia, y dos manzanas. Cada naranja cuesta veinte y ocho pesos y cuarenta y uno centavos. Cada pina cuesta cincuenta pesos y setenta y tres centavos. Una sandia cuesta sesenta y nueve pesos y ochenta y cinco centavos. Cada manzana cuesta veinte y tres pesos y sesenta y ocho centavos. Cuanto pago Maria en dollares?

"Ok wow, that's a lot of information."

"I know right."

"Ok so lets break it down in English first. The problem say, follow along with me, Maria bought 8 fruits. Write down the numbers on top of the words so you can visualize it better. Ok, she bought 3 oranges, 2 pineapples, one watermelon, and 2 apples. Each orange costs 28 pesos and 41 cents, Each pineapple costs 50 pesos and 73 cents. One watermelon costs 79 pesos and 85 cents. Each apple costs 23 pesos and 78 cents. Did you get all that?"

"Yeah."

"Is it easier to see all the numbers written down?"

"A lot easier."

"Now remember its asking for the total in dollars and they gave us the amounts is pesos. So add all of the numbers up and then we are gonna convert the total amount into dollars."

"But how are we going to do that if the teacher didn't give us the conversion rate?"

"The internet my son. What's the total amount?"

"314.1 pesos"

"Now, looking it up on yoogle, you get 1 dollar per every 16.91 pesos. So, you divide the total amount by 16.91 and then you get your answer, which is?"

"18.6 dollars!"

"That's my boy, now let's go down and eat dinner before it gets cold."

You and your son head down to the dinner table where your husband was patiently waiting for you to.

"What took so long?"

"Homework." You and your son said simultaneously. You both laughed before all three of you started to dig in.

🤎timeskip cuz im lazy + smut🤎

Your husband was now washing the dishes as you boxed up the leftovers for your lunch tomorrow. As soon you as you were done with that you were right back onto clinging to your husband. You started trailing kisses up and down his neck, leaving hickies in certain areas. Sol started to groan as you were caressing his hips, occasionally trailing over his hard on before going under his shirt to play with his nipples.

"Mmf."

You leaned into his ear while groping his bulge.

"Shh baby."

"Wha-haa. What abous Sebastian?"

"Taking a shower. Now let me take care of my sexy husband."

You decided you were done with the teasing, so your hands finally found their way under Sol's waistband and at the base of his cock.

"Hm? What's this? Basketball shorts and no draws? You wanted this to happen didn't you? You were fantasizing about this all day weren't you?"

You teased your husband, both with your words and with your hands, slowly traversing up and down his length while occasionally flicking his head.

"Tha-hah. That's not... true."

"It's not? You don't want this? Should I stop?"

"No! No please keep going." Sol could feel you smirk against his shoulder which caused shivers to run down his spine.

"That's my pretty husband. Look at your pretty pink cock in your wife's hands. You love this don't you?"

"Yess!"

"Sh!" You tugged on his dick a little harsher which caused him to bend over and for him to almost drop a plate.

You heard the water turn off upstairs so you knew you had to finish him off quick. You let go of Sol's dick which caused him to whine. You grabbed his hips before harshly turning him around and getting on your knees. Sol's breath hitched in his throat when he felt your warm wet mouth take him all in. He gripped onto the sink as you practically sucked the soul out of him.

"Y/nn. Fuck."

You knew he was about to come so you quickened your pace and started fondling his balls.

Sol's release came quick and powerfully. His eyes rolled to the back of his head while his body involuntarily jerked itself further into his wife's mouth. His hips sputtered for a few seconds before they eventually stopped.

Sol's body fell flaccid against the counter, so you picked up his shorts and gave him a kiss.

"Thanks for desert honey. Why don't you go get ready for bed while I finish up the rest of these dishes."

Sol could only nod and wobble away, the high still heavily weighing on his mind.

Finishing the dishes only took 10 minutes, and once you were done you walked up to your son's room to wish him goodnight. He looked around, trying to spot Sol.

"Where's dad?"

"Oh, he went to bed early. He was really tired today."

"Hm ok. Goodnight mom."

"Goodnight sweetie."

You turned off his lights and left your son's room. You walked down to the opposite end of the hallway to enter your room where you found Sol laying on the bed, staring up into the ceiling. He greeted you with a warm smile and love filled eyes. You smirked while closing and locking the door. You stripped out of your clothes and you could see excitement spark into your husband's eyes.

"Ready for round two?"

Sol belongs to @fantasia-kitt

[apomaro-mellow]

Hot for Teacher(s) 5

Part 4 / AO3 Link

"It's not even about what they say, I mean it is, it's more about how they say it", Eddie said over the phone. He was in the process of making himself dinner while Steve was on the line.

"Like what?", Steve asked, in the middle of making Shawn's lunch for the next day.

"Like, today Alex said 'barbecue is my favorite' and Brian was like 'your mom!' Like what? What does that even mean, Steve? I ask you, what does that mean?"

Steve laughed on the other end. "Well you know how memes work, right?"

"I'm offended you would ask that."

"I just mean it sounds like that. They're passing around a joke until it mutates and now just saying the phrase, regardless of context, is a joke."

"You're brilliant, you know that?"

"So I've been told~"

"Hey, you're making Shawn's lunch now, right? You know what would be funny?"

"Your sense of humor frightens me", Steve said.

"You tell me everything inside, and then I tell Shawn and act like I'm guessing. It'll blow his mind."

"You're ridiculous", Steve said with a shake of his head. But he ended up telling Eddie anyway.

When he went to bed that night, he dreamt of the day Shawn was born again. But this time it was less sights and smells and more sounds as an alpha rumbled close to his ear.

"You're doing great, beautiful."

"Bet your pup's gonna be the cutest..."

He woke up, feeling slightly disoriented as he remembered that he wasn't a new parent, that Shawn wasn't an infant, and that Billy wasn't sleeping beside him. He released a relieved sigh at that last part and got ready for the day.

Both he and Eddie got really busy as winter break began to near and Eddie wondered if it would be too forward to ask Steve out during the break. For all he knew, Steve might have plans to travel during it. But then again, that sounded like all the reason to ask him out before he went too long without seeing him again.

They talked just about every other night though. And try as they might, the conversation always veered to their students and the goings on of their work lives at school.

"Should you be telling me all of this? As a parent?", Steve asked one night. He was curled up on the couch, tv low in the background.

"As a parent, no", Eddie admitted. "But if you were my boyfriend.... then you'd have access to all the hot elementary gossip."

"....Did you just try and seduce me with student gossip?"

"Don't you wanna know which girl in my class has a crush on Shawn?", Eddie tempted.

Steve let out a long drawn out sigh. "You know I do. But I also think that we should have more dates under our belt before we start calling ourselves boyfriends."

"What have all these calls been?"

"Just talks?"

"Stevie, I call you more than anyone. I think in the past few weeks I've called you more than the rest of my phone contacts all year."

"...Are you busy tomorrow?"

"Nope."

Steve chewed his lip a little before going on. "Come over for dinner. Just you and me, I'll send Shawn over to Robin's."

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Shawn was more than happy to go over to Robin's for the night. She let him put whatever he want on his pizza and let him watch pg-13 movies sometimes. Steve was aware of this, but always warned Robin that she couldn't come crying to him when he got an upset stomach or had nightmares.

Eddie came over just a few minutes after he saw Shawn off and together they put the finishing touches on the dinner Steve had started.

"So this is going to sound weird...", Steve began as they sat down to eat. "But, have we met before?"

Eddie swallowed his mouthful before grinning. "What a line. I'm already in your house, baby. You don't need to use cheesy pick up lines on me."

"I'm serious", Steve said with a roll of his eyes. "Do you think it might be possible?"

"I think I'd remember running into someone like you. Why do you ask?"

Steve picked at his food. "Sometimes you smell familiar. Like, I know I've said you smell safe, but it's like I've smelled it somewhere before."

Eddie swallowed. "...What did your ex smell like?", he ventured.

"Nothing like you", Steve replied quickly. "Even when he wasn't upset I...I just started associating his scent with bad things."

"Well, maybe you just had a very formative experience in a candle shop. They're getting really expressive with fragrances nowadays. Remember that one from a while back? The mountain lodge scent craze?"

"God, how could I forget?", Steve laughed as the conversation changed to candle scents, perfumes, and colognes, and how some brands seemed to be going a bit far trying to imitate certain smells.

After dinner, Eddie offered to help with the dishes so that Steve didn't have to worry about them later.

"You really didn't have to", he said as Eddie handed him a dish to dry.

"Can I be corny for a sec? I've kinda always imagined doing the dishes with someone special. Boring stuff like that."

Steve felt his heart stop and he grabbed Eddie's face to bring him in for a kiss. When they finished, Eddie started perusing the shelf in the living room and immediately found Shawn's baby book.

"Didn't realize you had such a soft spot for him", Steve teased.

"Oh I'm sure he was a cute baby. But I wanna see new parent Stevie", Eddie said, holding it up, asking permission.

Steve sat down on the couch, patting the space next to him. Eddie hopped on like an excited puppy and they started flipping through it. The first few pages showed the ultrasounds and Steve's growing belly.

"I think the weirdest craving I had was turkey sandwiches with crunchy peanut butter. But besides that, it was pretty normal."

"You can't say 'normal' after prefacing it with turkey and peanut butter sandwiches", Eddie said with a grimace.

Steve shrugged. "The only other thing I craved was broccoli for a whole month."

"That explains why Shawn shovels it down during lunch."

There were a couple of appearances by Billy, but Steve didn't talk about him much. It wasn't all bad of course. It rarely is. But when Billy got unpleasant it was really bad. Enough to sour most of the good memories they had made together. The only thing untainted by Billy was Shawn himself, innocent in it all.

Then they got to the day Shawn had been born and the first few were of his teeny wrinkled red face, swaddled up. But after turning the page, Eddie froze on the couch. In the center of the page was Steve lying on a hospital bed, Shawn in his arms. There was a person standing by the bed, arm under the newborn pup, helping Steve support him.

The photo cut off the person's upper body and head, but Eddie knew it was Billy standing there. Steve felt him stiffen up and looked at him confused.

"What's wrong?"

Eddie was gazing at him like he was seeing Steve for the first time. Steve's brow furrowed even more and he took a look at the picture again, wondering what it was. Sure his hair was a mess and his face was pretty red, sweaty, and swollen, but did he really look all that different?

Then he caught the arm helping to hold Shawn, caught the rings on the hand, most different but at least one that was undeniably the same. And if that wasn't enough, caught the tattoos that were visible on the arm.

The same arm that was wrapped around his shoulders right now.

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"Billy", Steve breathed into the phone, trying to pace himself. "Billy, my water broke. Please call me back. I'll be at Hawkins General Hospital."

Steve hung up and looked to his overnight bag sitting by the door. Even if Billy got his message, Steve wasn't very confident in him getting here on time to drive him to the hospital. And he was pretty sure most rideshares wouldn't want an omega in labor in their backseat. Steve was literally debating whether he should clean up the spill from his water breaking now or just leave it for later.

He wanted to make Billy clean it, the fucking asshole but he also didn't want an argument the moment they returned from the hospital. Mind made up, he leaned over with great difficulty to get the bag and then grabbed his keys.

Steve was never more grateful than now that he lived in a small town and was able to get to the hospital in less than 10 minutes. But it was a very long ten minutes in which he imagined every sort of car accident imaginable.

When he parked, he called Billy again and got his voicemail again. Billy had left the apartment about two hours ago, to do god knows what. He called again after checking in while he was still lucid. As his contractions got closer, he could feel that he was losing himself and his instincts were taking over.

An omega giving birth could be dangerous nowadays. In earlier times, when babies were born in the home, this wasn't much of a problem. An omega would be surrounded by family and familiar scents. But in the sterile, nearly scentless environment of a hospital, they had a tendency to lash out at the hands of strangers trying to help deliver the baby.

If the omega's partner was present, or someone else close to them, this made things go a lot more smoothly. But Steve had arrived completely alone. No one to speak for but himself and the pup inside of him. When asked if anyone was coming, he admitted to calling his alpha several times but not getting a reply.

The nurse stroked his sweaty forehead, giving him a pitying look.

"You poor thing. But you're going to have to start pushing soon. Your pup's about ready to meet the world."

Steve shook his head. "Can't. I can't. It's not time yet."

The doctor gave him an appraising look. "I'm afraid to say that it is, alpha or no. This is what happens when you get pupped up without a bite."

And that was a sore spot for Steve, who had asked for Billy's bite more than once. Even more when he found out he was pregnant. His eyes glassed over with tears from both the pain and the oncoming sensation that he had feared.

"Doctor, watch what you say. I think he's succumbing to rejection sickness", the nurse said, nose catching a hint of it through her mask.

What was worse than Steve snapping at the hands trying to assist would be him feeling too weak to even do anything.

The doctor cursed under her breath. "Nurse, go find a volunteer alpha. No need to make this more difficult than it needs to be."

The nurse scurried out, Steve couldn't tell how long she'd been gone but was deep in a flurry of sensations. Billy didn't want him, he never wanted him, not seriously. Not even to officially mate him. He didn't want this pup either. His baby was coming into the world unloved and it was Steve's fault for being such a failure and-

"Found someone", the nurse rushed in.

"'Someone'?", the doctor raised a brow at the man she brought in.

"He's not official but all the other volunteers are busy."

"This is highly unprofessional, you understand that?"

"I think losing a pup and possibly a patient would be even worse. Do you know what to do, sweetie?"

"Yeah", a third voice said.

Steve rubbed at his eyes, trying to get them to clear but the tears kept coming and the pain was never ending. He felt a hand grab his and wanted to snap but the rumble of an alpha's voice got him to pause. It wasn't Billy, didn't smell like him at all, yet somehow that was better.

"You're doing great, beautiful." The alpha held his hand on one and stroked his hair with the other.

"The pup...", Steve whimpered as the doctor and nurse got to work between his legs.

"Doc's gonna help you out. Bet your pup's gonna be the cutest in the ward. But I think you gotta help push him out."

Steve was panting as he started to push. He had to do this. He owed it to his pup to try. He had been so excited from the moment the test showed positive. He couldn't give up now. He thought about the ten toes and ten fingers and their ruddy face and their wisps of hair and he couldn't wait anymore to see them for himself.

All through it, the alpha gave him words of encouragement, projected a comforting scent, and kept both hands on him, grounding him to the moment. With a big final push, tiny cries filled the room and Steve collapsed onto the bed.

He felt like he dizzy, to say the least and while his pup was cleaned up, he was given a heavy dose of painkillers. Finally, his baby was given to him, all swaddled up and there was that itty-bitty pink face. Steve immediately started to cry again, but this time in joy.

"Gorgeous baby, just like their dame."

"Thank you", Steve breathed out. He put his nose to his pup's forehead. He smelled just a bit of Steve but besides that was scentless. His inner omega longed for the scent of himself and his alpha to cover their babe, marking them as their own and protecting them. Unknowingly, he let out a cooing call and the alpha beside him answered it, reaching out to rub his wrist against the blanket.

"What are you gonna call him?"

"Shawn...", Steve had decided long ago. He let out a very long yawn, which his pup then mirrored.

The alpha stayed with them for at least an hour, covering them both in his scent, turning away respectfully when the nurse came to help Steve nurse for the first time. Steve had still been too out of it to appreciate it but had been grateful later. The alpha had to go soon after, and truly it was perfect timing.

Billy finally arrived about five minutes later, looking relieved at first to see Steve and the baby were fine, but then his nostrils flared when he smelled an unfamiliar alpha on what he deemed to be his omega and his pup. Steve had been tired to fight, just kept his eyes open so that Billy could said his piece before handing Shawn over and closing his eyes.

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"....That alpha was you", Steve whispered.

"And that omega was you", Eddie replied.

Part 6

Tag Team

@anne-bennett-cosplayer @aol19 @lololol-1234 @hippieg1rl420 @gregre369 @attic-cat-blog

[hound-of-ulster]

Tried writing it and can't seem to make the muse spark, maybe I'll try again later, but for now I must share, lol. Have my brain gremlin.

Dish-Pit!Danny (Lazarus pit pun intended.)

Danny runs from Amity for one reason or another, ends up in Gotham, and what is a kid who hasn't graduated from school to do?

Get a job in food service.

He's hired as a dishwasher at Gotham Prep. And since things happen as they do in kitchens and with #TypicalGothamCorruption, he takes over the unofficial duties of taking care of the alternative diet students. Be it allergies or vegan/vegetarian. Shout out to Sam and Lunch Lady for being his inspiration/shoulder devil angel combo.

Works on getting his GED and eventually night classes. Working at a schools works well for it. Let's throw in an employee assistance program for college or something.

--

Damien meets him while taking a tour.

Tour guide: "Gotham Prep has a dedicated chef for alternate diets your precious student may have." *And it's just Dish-pit!Danny.*

Damian: "How many students do you cook for here?"

Danny: "well, that depends. I have 4 vegetarians, 2 vegans, every now and again the 3 pescaterians. Plus the 15 that pay me to tell their parents when they call that 'yes they are being fed the very best plant products at school' while they really just eat steak, and then 3 more gluten free ones I take care of sides dishes for mainly. So. Like. 11. Give or take the menu."

--

I could see Danny being the guy to accept bribes. "Put your name down and it 10 bucks every time your mom calls."

"Tanner said it was 5?"

"Tanner isn't a dick to Cynthia when she serves him. Say please and thank you next time and it might go down to 5. It's an Entitled Upcharge, get used to it."

--

Damien bonds. Like a feral cat claiming territory. Does a background check and decides that Danny is on probation. Plus, his lentil soup slaps.

--

When Tim loses his spleen, he too joins the cult of Danny. Can't eat from a buffet with a compromised immune system. And I imagine Gotham Prep as a fancy buffet. Because I said so.

--

Add in a sick moment when one of the boys only wants a dish Danny cooks, which gets the other batfam into stealing his recipe, and when that doesn't work, eventually Danny himself is plopped in Alfred's kitchen with the frilly apron of shame tied around him, frog marched to make it.

"He won't stop making puppy dog eyes at us. Fix him."

--

Headcanon he is similar in age to Jason, maybe they meet in GED classes... haha

--

The siblings all have a pact to keep him from Bruce.

"He's adoption bait."

"Oh, absolutely. Let him grow up, he's doing well on his own."

*Danny, living off lunch leftovers from work and spite to finish his GED/degree*

"He's doing amazing sweetie!"

[i-cant-sing]

Hello. I am a little obsessed with Dimitri (your oc). I was wondering how he would react to his darling being on a diet (I just read the french fries post, just for context)

Hmm, I think he wouldn't exactly notice it at first, maybe even not thinking too much into it until Xavier told on you.

"Mama hasn't been eating lunch." Of course, at this point, you've been kidnapped by Dimitri for quite a while so he's already encouraged his son to call you "mom" and he's proud that his toddler keeps an eye on you in his absence.

Dimitri is usually busy with work during lunch time but he makes sure that you're there with him during breakfast and dinner, always feeding you the last bite from his plate. Something about "it increases love among partners when they eat from the same plate." And you can't say no because of Xavier's cheers and hopeful gaze.

So he confronts you about it one day.

"Darling~" He calls out as his arms encircle around your waist to make sure you don't run away. "What's this I'm hearing about you skipping lunch?"

You look around to see if Xavier is around, and when you find he isn't, you start pushing on his arms, trying to break free. "Not that it's any of your business, but I'm going on a diet."

Dimitri only tightens his hold and smiles coyly at you. "Why? Are you insecure about your weight? You shouldn't be, but there are better ways to lose weight. Like cardio. Hot, long sessions of cardio with me-"

You smacked his shoulder. "Have some shame! Your son could hear us!"

"Our son-" Dimitri takes the hand you used to smack him and brings it to his lips, kissing it gently. "- is concerned as to why his mother isn't eating lunch with him. He thinks he did something wrong."

Of course, he'd pull at your heartstrings. He knows you have soft spot for Xavier.

"I just... I'll explain its got nothing to do with him." You tried arguing bit Dimitri shook his head, pulling you closer as he tucked your hair behind your ear, looking deep into your eyes.

"Why don't you tell me what this is really about, katyonak? I know you're not interested in losing a couple of pounds." Dimitri could see your resolve break, and you almost- almost told him what's really going on.

But you pushed him away. "I think Xavier is calling me."

He let you go but now he began keeping a closer eye on you, studying your habits, your moods, your reactions. And it didn't take him long to realise that you're... depressed.

That's why you haven't been eating. You spend moat of your time in bed, only coming out of your room when Xavier or Dimitri force you to, staying up late at night just staring at the ceiling, sometimes there'd be dried tear streaks on your cheeks in the morning, sometimes not.

The cause of your depression? You accepting that you'll never be able to escape Dimitri because he'll always find you. So you gave trying to run from him, gave up pushing away his affections.

And while Dimitri isn't good with mental health, he is responsible for you. He will take care of you.

So he starts joining you and Cavier during lunch, pulling you into his lap so that you run away. It makes Xavier laugh as he watches your uncomfortable expression and Dimitri's happy one, asking what he's doing.

Dimitri's eyes twinkle. "Well, sometimes mommy needs daddy's help to eat. So I'm going to feed her!"

"Like a baby?" Xavier giggles.

"Exactly! You and mama are both my babies!" Dimitri answers, pulling you closer when you struggle in his arms.

He makes sure to take you out to eat often, to change your taste palate and your mood from staying at home all day.

You of course would try to order a salad, which doesn't fly with him because Dimitri is now ordering for you.

Your eyes bulge at the amount of food on the table. "This- this is too much, Dimitri!"

He smiles as he cuts into his steak, bringing the fork upto your lips. "You better finish all of it, katyonak, or else the chef will be shot! Now, open up~" your mouth opens in shock, giving him the perfect opportunity to slide the fork in.

Dimitri knows you can't possibly eat this much food but at least you'll try eating half of it? Besides, he needs you to eat healthily. After all, you just might be eating for two soon.

[jackhues]

keith called lilah a mistake??

it was during lilah and brady's tea party

"uncle brady, the belle cape is too small for you," lilah sighed, unclipping it from around his neck. "your head is too big."

brady made an offended sound, "you know... i don't have to wear the hood. and my head's not big, that's made for a three year old."

"i'm four."

brady opened his mouth, but closed it as delilah began humming the bluey theme song. he laughed to himself, shaking his head. that girl and her bluey.

delilah continued rummaging through her chest of costumes, finally finding the cape she was looking for.

"here, uncle brady, try this one!" she waved the elsa cape in the air.

"okay, fine."

brady clipped the cape to his t-shirt, standing up and showing off the new cape to her.

"nice, huh?" he asked her.

"you're a stud!" she gave him two thumbs up. "now let me put my ladybug costume on and we can have a tea party."

she grabbed her costume and ran out of the playroom, towards the living room where her dad and grandparents were.

"ladybug costume?" brady repeated. "that doesn't fit the theme."

delilah giggled at his comment, choosing not to respond and let him wait in confusion instead. she found her dad in conversation with her grandpa on the couch, probably something about hockey.

holding her costume in her hands, she waited patiently by the door of the living room for her dad to finish his conversation. but of course, it was as if he had a sixth sense to anything she wanted.

he turned around, catching her standing with her costume in her hands.

"come here, my del," he called her over. "let me help you with that."

"thank you daddy," she smiled happily, putting her arms up so he could slip the top over her head.

matthew slipped the wings on her next, and then tied up the hood that had her antennas.

"all good?" he asked her.

"all good," she agreed. "oh, and, and, uncle brady's wearing the elsa cape you like, the belle one didn't fit his head. so you might want to wash it after today."

"the blue and white elsa one?" matthew groaned. "ugh, okay, yeah i'll have to wash that. uncle brady's probably going to stink it all up, isn't he?"

delilah giggled, "i'm not answering that!"

keith watched the two of them, surprised that matthew was this gentle... this loving towards her. a year ago, he wanted nothing to do with her.

"wow, i didn't realize how much can change in a year," he muttered, more to himself, but just loud enough for matthew to hear.

he tilted his head to look at his dad, a clear message in eyes - 'not right now.'

"yeah, i grew a lot," delilah agreed. "daddy says i'm gonna be taller than him if i keep eating my veggies. i don't want to be taller than him, so i don't eat them."

"yeah, i see how that backfired," matthew muttered.

"it's good to be taller than your dad," keith told delilah, flicking the antennas on her cap playfully. "that way, you get to boss him around."

"really?"

"why don't you go back to your tea party with uncle brady?" matthew suggested. "otherwise he might start chomping on your table."

"oh no," delilah muttered, realizing what a big mistake she'd made, leaving brady alone in there. she ran back to the playroom, silently hoping brady didn't eat any of her toys.

once she was gone, matthew turned back to his dad.

"seriously?" he asked him.

"what?" keith asked.

"were you seriously going to bring up her mom right now?" matthew asked. "the whole 'so much changes in a year' comment? there's a reason we don't talk about her time there, she doesn't like it."

"woah, hey, i wasn't about to bring up her mom," keith defended himself. "i wouldn't hurt lilah like that, i know she doesn't like it. i was talking about you."

"me?"

"how much you started caring for her," he clarified. "a year ago you saw her as a mis-"

"boys, lunch!" chantelle called from matthew's kitchen.

"she's my daughter," matthew said firmly. "a year ago, i was an idiot who didn't like thinking about his kid. but she was the greatest thing to come to this world, she always has been."

[sweetiesicheng]

joshua - phone call

word count : 519

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you walked into your house, sluggish, tired, hungry, all of the feels. the door closed behind you, and you locked it once it shut. you took your backpack off and left it by the staircase before taking your jacket off and hanging it on the coat rack. then, you slipped your sneakers off and put them on the shoe shelf that was beneath the coat rack.

"oh, she just walked in. want to talk to her?" you heard your husband's voice in his kitchen; the sound of cooking evident from a sizzling noise. "babe, your mom's on the phone," you heard him speak to you.

"tell her i'll call her in a bit," you replied and walked into the living room. while walking, you could see joshua at the stovetop cooking with his phone between his ear and shoulder.

"she'll call you in a bit. she just got home from working a double, so she's pretty tired," joshua said into the phone while moving the spatula in his hand.

you laid on the couch, covering yourself with the throw blanket.

just a quick nap...

"her birthday? we didn't plan anything yet. we weren't sure if she was going to have work yet or not," you heard your husband say to your mom. "i'll let you know what we plan on doing," he added. "sounds good. bye," he finished and you heard him put his phone down. "babe, still awake?"

"barely," you sleepily replied.

"can you stay awake enough for breakfast?" he asked you.

you sluggishly sat back up, reaching behind to take the clip out of your hair. your hair fell down, and you put the clip on the coffee table. you hummed in response to your husband, despite preferring to sleep first rather than eat.

"here."

you turned your head and saw joshua walking in with a plate in each hand. he was still wearing his sleeping attire, clearly ready to spend the day in the house.

"thanks," you replied and took the plate he held out towards you. the plate contained a breakfast sandwich and some hash browns on the side.

joshua sat down next to you, and both of you started eating together.

"what'd my mom ask you?" you asked him, having not paid attention to his conversation.

"oh, she was just wondering what we're doing for your birthday," he replied.

"my birthday?" you questioned.

"yes, your birthday. did you forget that it's on thursday?" he smiled as he spoke.

"no, i'm just surprised we would do something this year," you replied.

"you don't have work, right? maybe we should get lunch or dinner with your parents," joshua suggested and placed his plate onto the coffee table.

you nodded, "yea, that's fine with me."

joshua leaned in to kiss your cheek, "want your birthday present early?" he asked with a grin.

"but you're already right here," you replied to him.

both of you smiled at each other, and he wrapped his arm around you. then, he leaned in and kissed your forehead.

"you're too cute," he chuckled.

"i know i am," you responded before kissing him.

[xaiblood]

About Our Memories

Wind started to blew your hair, you felt a bit cold today. Suddenly, you heard your son called you, "Mom, are you alright? Your hand a bit shaking," he approached you. You could see his face were looked concern at you, but actually he was feeling cold, too.

"Mom, I know you're enjoy the view, but ... it's going late, c'mon ..." he pouted his lips while he grumped because he was very cold right now. You just laugh at your grumpy son, he just like a little boy in your eyes, even tough he was 19 years old.

You nodded, but when you turned your gaze around, you catched someone in your eyes, a man that you knew for a long time. Seong Hansoo, your old best friend.

Your son waved at him and said, "Hey, uncle Hansoo! Good evening!" he smiled.

"Oh, good evening, Yeongmin, [Name]. How are you? It's a been long time, y'know." Hansoo walked toward you two, still with his smile on his face. He never change, and never change even he was learning about Kyokushin Karate in the past.

He still Seong Hansoo that you knew, like when you were young.

"Yak! Hansoo, you must eat your breakfast before your competion!" you hissed. "You're really a troublemaker," you scoffed while you rolled your eyes.

Hansoo just stood there, just like he was play innocent. He shrugged, "You're not my mother, come on, skipping breakfast a few times won't kill me."

"Tsk! You're really in trouble, young man." you just grinned, "Or should I call Mrs. Seong?" you took your phone from your pocket.

Hansoo glanched at you, then take the lunch box you've been holding since you caught up with him while running earlier. "Fine, fine. You're so fussy, heh. You're just like a housewife." he said, tried to mock you.

You just cursed in your heart, "Whatever, if you're hungry or you don't have enough food in your lunch box, come to me." you walked, and you followed by Hansoo.

"What about you then? You're fill your stomach when hungry too right? I'm not that bad to let my little friend starved." he smiled at you, but that smile always made you want to punch his face.

You just stared at him and said, "I've one for myself and one for you, if you want it later."

He raised an eyebrow, "Just one for you? You won't starve after that, will you?" he asked, "Because I want to finish the food you made after the Taekwondo match later." added him with his smile.

You two continued to walk together toward the bus stop. When the bus was stop at there, you grabbed his right hand and dragged him.

"Hurry up! I don't want your reputation to be damaged because you miss one of your matches!" you said with your wide smile, that made him smiled back at you.

■□■□■

It's been 10 minutes, you occasionally glance at him to see him eating the snacks you brought. "You're... You should be eating your rice, not my snacks." you just pinched his shoulder.

"I will not die for not eating rice," he replied to your words. You rolled your eyes as you heard his words, you focused to the window of the bus.

□■□■□

You two walked together, but you went towards the tribune and Hansoo went to the ring, where he was going to fight, showed off his expertise in mastering Taekwondo martial arts.

"Win this, Seong Hansoo." you whispered to yourself, your eyes saw him with his dobok. You could feel his gaze was focused on you, and you just nodded with a smile.

Battle begin. Round after round Hansoo cleared out, he was very good at doing this, but this was still the preliminaries.

After his matches, you approached him. You jumped into him, you warped your hands around his neck, "Congrast! You're win, I know you're the best, Hansoo!" you praised him loudly enough. Everyone clapped and cheered for Hansoo, and you were the only one who ran to him as he exited his fighting area.

You heard him snickered, "Of course, I'll always win."

You placed you feet on the ground, "Well, I'll cook for you. What do you want me to cook?" you offered.

Hansoo made the 'think pose', "Well, what about you come to my house, and you can help my mother to cook?" he asked.

"You said that because you didn't want to help her, right?"

"Heh, you got me." Hansoo chuckled.

You turned you smile even wider, "Okay, I'll come to your home. And I can have dinner with your family. Then, maybe ... I can spill your what you do when you're with me." you chuckled.

"If you said that, I'll make sure you're will the one will scream when I kick your ass." said him with jokingly.

You were talking to Hansoo, while your son and Hansoo's son were grumbling inside because their respective parents were chatting. Taehoon, Hansoo's son, when he came there to look for his father, he was told to wait by Hansoo instead. And he ended up waiting on a park bench with Yeongmin.

"Mom, I'm hungry ..." your son, Yeongmin, pouted his lips and poked your hand.

Hansoo chuckled at your son, "Yeongmin still like your husband when he was high school."

You nodded at his statement, "He's really clingy, always." you replied. Your eyes looked up at your tall son, he was still pouted at you.

You sighed, "Okay, we'll go home," you said, "Hansoo, see you again. I hope we can chatting again."

He nodded. "Of course, [Name]."

[oneday-i-will-fight-luke17]

🎃  Close Your Eyes, Dying flower🎃 

🎃 this is a Halloween story (18+)🎃 

🎃 dark!Eddie Munson x F!Reader🎃

 MINORS DNI

🎃 A/N: This is my first story in years, it's a long read and feels a bit rushed but I'm pretty proud of it. I spend months working on this story I hope you all like it. Was Supposed to be a one-part story but part 2 coming soon

Summary: You and Eddie have been friends since childhood, but ends when he shuts you out and starts dating Chrissy cunningham. you believe there's a deeper meaning.

word count: 8k

TW: 18+ Angst dark theme, Language, blood, fluff (at the end), someone being attacked, flashbacks, toxic father. the theme gets darker as it goes on. mention of deaths of un-named characters (Let me know if I missed anything) a little unedited

First, it started off with the small things “sorry y/n I can’t hang out tonight Chrissy and I have plans.” you Breathe deeply this was the 2nd time this week that Eddie canceled on you. “Oh okay, I guess I’ll catch you tomorrow?” you asked with hope.

“Yeah we can do that.” a small smile formed on your face there was still hope. “okay” there was an awkward pause. “Um, I'll see you then.” Eddie said nothing else just a simple “bye.” 

“By-“ the line went dead before the words came out, you cleared your throat trying to rid the knot that was in it. Moments went by sitting on the couch watching the news about another missing person, and you realized you didn't ask what time.

When Saturday rolled around you made your way to his trailer knowing it was okay to show up unannounced. friends since 8 his home was your 2nd and the same with yours

he spends more time at your home than his own not wanting to be alone because his uncle worked late sometimes. You too unseparated conjoined at the hip as your mom would say 

 At this point, you were able to read each other's minds so you thought. 

you give a light knock hearing chatter, giggling and thuds coming from the inside, you stood there for 5 minutes before knocking again this time harder. you instantly hear silence the thudding come closer to the door as you watch the nob jiggle a few times before it swings open, you couldn't help it to jump back scared a bit only calming down when you see the shaggy hair man opening the door. he was out of breath sweaty and shirtless. “hey, w-” he cut himself off trying to catch his breath, swallowing hard before finishing “what are you doing here?” he asked looking confused. 

You were a bit hurt at the fact that he forgot about today's plans with you but quickly pushed it to the side. “Oh I just came to pick up the book I left here a few weeks ago” you lied through your teeth, Eddie looked perplexed not remembering seeing any school books laying around but his own.

“oh, ill look.” he closed the door back hearing bits of talking coming from the open window on the side where his room was. you only realized later that someone was in there. you waited patiently wishing he would let you in like he always does, it made you feel like a stranger.  He came back with a shirt on this time “emptying handed “ sorry, Y/n/n, don't see it “ “wha-” you cut him off. “that's fine” you backed away trying to find a fast exit “I probably have it home and just misplaced it.” That didn't make sense but you jumped on your bike anyway speeding down the road. Eddie closed the door only to realize that he made plans with you today. he swung open the door to call after you but you were nowhere in sight. 

Then it all hit at once, he stop talking to you and stopped answering you all together “Hey, Eddie.” you said cheerfully with a small wave as he walk past hand and hand with Chrissy, But he didn’t see you at least that’s what you hoped. You haven't seen spoke or him in 3 weeks since that day at the trailer park, you started eating alone at lunch, there was never any room at your usual seat since Eddie introduced Chrissy to everyone from hellfire club. 

Your mom started to ask where Eddie was. “Oh, he got a job so he's been busy.” You lied for some reason, you told her.

 she didn't have to make extra food for dinner. after a while she stopped asking, making it all too real for you.

The day he told you he asked Chrissy out you were confused, he never expressed he was into the girl before. He always thought the popular kids were all self-centered assholes and you couldn’t agree more, so what changed?

“Since when you're into Chrissy Cummings?” He looked at you for a minute, which made you feel bad for even asking, it wasn’t really your business. “The same reason you were into Eric Scott,” He said, stuffing more food into his mouth. You didn’t know where that came from but you made it into a joke “ Okay you got me there.” You laughed but he didn’t join in. He got up to put his dishes into the sink.

You didn’t know why he was being so secretive about his relationship with Chrissy he wasn’t with his short-term ones, he told you everything from the sex to the non-stop fighting, every little detail he told you. 

You didn't find out about Chrissy until about a month into the relationship. 

When DnD night rolled around  Dustin took the courtesy to inform you “Hey, y/n you're coming tonight right?” He asked you you frowned. “coming. to. what. tonight?” inch out each word hoping he would fill in the blank, You smiled but still frowned “To play DnD… duh” he cut his eye at Mike. “Since you missed the last few games.’’ 

 “What?” You looked between the two boys confused “Yeah, it’s tonight” Dustin didn’t catch the hurt and confusion in your voice, racing thoughts going across your mind and face “the last few games Chrissy has taken your place.” Panic ran to your core making you feel sick when you heard that. Did he replace you? That can't be true not your best friend he wouldn’t do that.

You didn't hear a word Dustin said only catching the end “ She's not a bad player, she’s pretty fun.” He smiled thinking about the soft blond. “Dude.” Mike finally intervenes.

“I’ll catch you guys tonight.” You quickly said speed walking away from the pair. 

He wouldn’t do that right? you're his best friend, conjoint at the hip your mom would always say since forever you thought. Maybe he thought you were busy? no, you thought he was cutting you off does he realize his doing it? You had this battle with yourself for weeks now unable to have a real clear thought without Eddie clouding it. he was eating at your brain nonstop and he doesn't even know it, the love of your life lives carefree fuck free without the thought of you in his mind while he plagued yours.

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you hesitated to open the door hearing shouts coming from the other end, you had this battle all day and it all added up to this moment you couldn't help this feeling of not being wanted there was a few time you felt like this when your dad left, 

You couldn't help to think about those things when Eric Scott lost a bet and had to ask you out and humiliated you when going for the first kiss on a date “Ew, I can't keep this up” he push himself back rolling away from you. “what?” You were confused “did you really fucking think I was into you?” Dread washed over you, you knew it was all too good to be true. stupid stupid stupid you repeated to yourself. Snickering made you come back to reality, people were watching you. You turn to leave the ring but bummed into something hard, looking up it was Eddie “Are you okay?” he asked, holding both sides of your face blocking you from the world, you allowed yourself to break, tears quickly growing in your eyes almost falling to your knees. Eddie grabbed you, helping you sit down. “I wanna go home, I wanna go home.” you repeated people walked by haggling you, making kiss faces you cried harder “fuck off!” Eddie shouted.

he looked up watching Eric laughing with his friend's hand and hand with his girlfriend before walking away. “FUCK THIS” Eddie grunted through his teeth jumping up and making his way to the unaware boy his feet hit the floor hard enough to sound like bass of the music itself. you cleaned your eyes barely calming down, glimpsing around for your best friend into you heard a shout “GET OFF OF HIM.” GET OFF OF HIM YOU FUCKING PSYCOPATH.” You looked up seeing people were no longer Snickering and pointing at you but looking behind you, you whipped your head to the sound. You searched into your eyes and landed on Eddie punching Eric. 

His head flew back hitting it the floor below him. he tried to push him off, putting his hand in Eddie’s face. But regretted it when he bit him, Eric hollered in pain. Eric's girlfriend screamed hitting Eddie on the back. You kick the skates off and started running into the forming crowd pushing past people trying to get to your best friend. 

You looked back seeing Justin and the rest of Eric's friends re-entering the building. 

Panicked rushed over you, and started moving faster to get to him. You drop to the floor crawling finding gaps to get to Eddie faster making some people fall along the way “Sorry.” not sure if it rushed any ears finally getting to reaching him.

You grabbed him trying to pull him off the boy but failing and falling on your ass, you hear shouting coming from the other side of the crowd knowing Justin and the others are getting closer and are coming to not fight fair. You jumped on Eddie’s back “Eddie.” You whined out, tears slowly speeding back up, you wouldn’t know what to do if he got hurt defending you.“We have to go.” You cried out but still went unnoticed Eddies face was red and hot when you touched it. “Eddie, please stop.” You sobbed lips hitting the shell of his ear, you watched the boy below him bloody. That’s when Eddie stopped mid-punch. You wrapped your arms around his torso, finally feeling him breathe for the first time. “We have to go,” you said again pulling him by his vast but that barely did anything. Eddie stood full height slowly backing away with your pulls watching Eric cough up blood. Justin made it to his friend, his eyes widened at the harm, and his wilded eyes met Eddies.  “COME ON.” You pulled, Eddie saluted Justin and smiled he stumbled a bit from your pulling. 

“Your fucking dead Munson!” Justin was hot on his tail but got closed off by the people to see the damage and to see what was going on. You and Eddie slipped past with ease running to the van and jumping in. speeding off hearing shouting and glass hitting and breaking against the van.

Neither of you said anything you relaxed a bit but the fear soon rolled in when you got back to eddies place.

When you both made it to the safety of Eddie’s home it all sits and you begin to freak out 

You started to breathe heavily, tears blurred your vision. You were so focused on trying to hide your fear you didn’t know Eddie noticed.

 “Hey,” Eddie said softly, coming near you and resting his hands on your shoulders bending a bit. looking into your eyes “no one is coming to hurt me or lock me up, okay?” he already knows what was running through your mind.  “but you don't know that.” you cried out, finally letting your tears fall. 

“They, won't I promise,” he said sitting next to you pulling you into his side. You cried silently to yourself, Eddie rested his head on yours bringing a hand up to rest on your head playing with a few stands, “are you okay?” you asked barely in a whisper. Eddie chuckled a bit. “I should be asking you that.” he put his hand on your forehead. You hmmed a bit but didn't answer him at first “I'm okay” you finally said he signed  “ I know your not, tell me babe” He whispered. You didn't miss the way your heart jumped at the pet name. “I don't know, it's stupid I should have known better. You played with your fingers. “It's not stupid, what he did was wrong.” he swallowed hard feeling the anger coming back and putting his head back. 

You lay back as well resting your head on Eddie’s lap looking at the demi light hitting the ceiling.  “But I should have known better.” That Eddie could agree with, you should have known better not because he’s a popular guy but because he is the popular guy that makes fun of people like you and him endless teasing. And the way that eric treats other women he didn't want that for you, especially the ones that he sees below him.

You laughed a little, making Eddie look down at you. “Why would anyone like me?” you asked yourself, not knowing you said it out loud. Into Eddie spoke up “I like you.” he smiled to himself. “Not like that Eddie.” You whispered sadly, “No one is going to like the town freak, I'm not a cheerleader, I’m, not Chrissy Cunningham,” you said in a humorless laugh. “She has it all” you finished “I wonder what her dad is like.” you thought out loud again. “Is he a bastard like mine or does he love her.” this was the first time you said anything about your dad in years he was surprised.

“The imagination really, sets you up for failure.” your breath was shaky “ God I can't believe I thought he was different.” How so? Eddie asked already knowing the answer.

  “I don't know.” you didn't want to talk about it anymore, unable to find the words to explain the feeling of being loved to only learn it wasn't real you knew that all too well. Because right now all you were feeling was false hope “I just thought everything would be perfect. Like what the fast kiss would feel like” you said so low Eddie barely heard it.  He knew what you were getting at.

Eddie watched the tears build with the reflection of the light, hating the fact that someone has called you so much hurt he felt that when you cried for days about your dad. He knew it himself about his own parents…. rejected.

 “Don’t let him make you feel that way.” He said feeling his cold rings rest on the side of your face and turning your head to meet his big doe eyes. He lightly stroked your cheek. Tear finally falling from your eyes, he whipped them. “So what you've never been asked out or never been kissed.” he said studying your face, he opened and closed his mouth as if he was going to say something but stopped. 

“That's why you don’t go out with people that have two first names.” he joked earring a genuine laugh from you and wiping your tears. “There she is” He smiled leaning down and kissing your forehead.

You and Eddie fail a sleep like that.

Days went on you waited anxiously for the cops to come for Eddie but no one came. 

turns out that Eric had bought drugs from Eddie and didn't want to ruin his ‘good boy’ image if Eddie got locked up and the truth somehow came out, “see I told you.” Eddie gives you a shit-eating grin. You chewed Eddie out after you learn what he was doing in the woods after school.

Times are different now you thought now it felt like you didn't know him anymore and he never knew you, you kind of wish it was true it would save you from this feeling. 

you heard loud shouts coming from the inside that made you decide altogether. unlocked your bike getting ready to jump on and ride away 

“Y/N, hey. You turn to see Lucas and Max approaching you “Hey,” you smiled warmly “You finally made it.” pain pinged in your chest everyone thought you just didn't want to come anymore. “Wait are you leaving?” Max asked looking at the bike in your hand. You followed her eye to the bike “No.” you lied, cursing yourself. “My.” you stop to get your story straight  “The bike lock isn't working and I was trying to figure out what was wrong with it.” 

“Aw, don’t worry about it just bring it in,” Lucas suggested max agreed you nodded giving a tight smile. 

They both walk to the door opening it for you “Hey, Look who we found outside” Max yelled in everyone looked at you walking in “oh my god, you came.” Jeff yelled jumping up and meeting you halfway, you couldn't help to smile and laugh as he pick you up making you drop your bike and spinning you around. “ I missed you too.” You giggled he put you down picking up your bike “where have you been?” Gareth asked 

You were about to answer when you locked eyes with Eddie's in that moment it felt like you were the only two in the room. He smiled a little and it felt like your heart bloomed making you feel alive again all your pain, hurt and anger seem to disappear you felt relief for the first time in weeks it felt like hope, and you smiled back.

He broke contact when the blonde grabbed his arm and wrapped herself around him. He smiled big at her as if she was the only thing in the world to him, with that the feeling in your chest disappeared you looked away taking your stuff off and talking to the others 

Once everyone settled you had nowhere to sit your spot was next to Eddie in past games but was occupied by Chrissy. “Any more chairs?” you asked looking around 

Eddie frowned “your staying?” he asked you stopped in your track “Yeah.” you laughed out 

“Were too far in Vecna’s cures to introduce new characters,” Eddie said, his face was unreadable. “that's fine I can play my usual role.” you want back looking for a chair behind the pile. “No,” he said with demand “What?” you were confused at his coldness to you “ I gave Chrissy your role.” everyone's heads shot to Eddie. “You what?” You asked feeling your body warm with heat

“You didn't show up for the past few games.” He said with a blank stare, Who was this you were talking to this wasn't your best friend you were looking at  “ that's because you didn't tell me about those games.” you stood your ground

“I shouldn't have to tell you about schedules .” he leaned on the table he wasn't making any sense but was trying to make a point

“Which You didn't bother to give me.” You talked over him. “Y/n,” He sighed. “Eddie,” you said folding your arms.

The other watched as if you and Eddie were in a heated tennis match

He stood back to his full height chuckling to himself he knew you weren't giving up that easy. “like I said we are too far into the storyline to add a new character,” 

“What is your problem?” you ask finally at your breaking point with him. “Nothing.” He said with a blank stare.

“Did I do something to you?” You tried to hide the hurt in your voice. You know you didn't do anything to Eddie you just want to see if that would push him over the edge, and he’ll tell you the truth you continue before he can answer “ first it the barely answering my calls, to not don't hanging out, to ignoring me completely in public, now this.” your breath was shaky

Your word vomiting was getting to him his face turned red and started to breath heavy “maybe it's because I can’t stand fucking being around you.” he said with anger and hate. That shut you up, that feeling again, that feeling you felt so many times before but this one was worse. Tears blurred your vision. You waited for him to take it back but he never did. It felt like you were stabbed in the heart, and heat rose to your ears. “Oh wow.” You couldn't hide your shaky voice as tears rolled down your face, he really meant that you thought. 

The room was quiet, everyone was shocked at his Outburst. in all your years of knowing Eddie he has never gotten angry to the point of yelling at you. You may fight and debate but never to the point of never hurting each other's feelings. 

You were blinded by emotions not thinking straight, you want to grab your stuff making your way to your bike, and out the door, “You’re an ass you know that.” Erica said once you made your way outside Before you heard the others shouting from the other side.

You stood there for a minute not knowing what to do. You felt lost just as you did when your father left, but this felt different this was pain.

The feeling of rain brought you back to Reality. You put your stuff on trying your best to not end up sick. Tears blind your vision, clumsy wrapping the scarf around your neck. 

The light rain fell a bit heavier when you made your way down the road, leaving Eddie once again this time it felt like for good. 

Once you made it home, you were freezing but too far away to care you wet the floors as you made your way to your bedroom. Luckily your mom wasn't home to scold you about it and about being out late with a possible killer being on the loses, But only wishing she was. hoping it will be dry when she got home. 

 you got straight into bed wanting the day to end, passing out soaking the sheet as you fall harder. Lightly hearing the phone ring in the distance, too exhausted to answer it you let go letting another tear roll down your cheek before shutting the world out the ring finally stopped.

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The sun peck through the curtains waking you, still in the same position as the night before. You lay there pleased with the peace of first waking up, into last night's events filled your mind again. Your vision blurred your heart sank further. This feeling you dread, you fight back tears but the pain only grows worse A knock snapped you back to reality “hey, kid.” Your mom enter, and you dragged your face across the bed wiping the unfalling tears from your eyes. “You're going to be late for school” She reminded you. You only nodded, she turned to leave closing the door behind her. But to only re-enter “Did you fall asleep with your clothes on?” She asked. “Yeah I was tired after I got in late from hanging out with Eddie last night.” you half lied, setting up. you wouldn't necessarily call it hanging out. You didnt know what hell to call it, you didnt know a lot these days you thought. 

“M'kay, but try not to do that it'll probably be a while before I can get you some more.” She reminded you. “Sorry, mom I forgot.” She gives you a reassuring smile before walking out. Your biggest supporter, only wanting the best for you sacrificing so much for you. Held you when you cried over your father, she held it together. But yet you shut her out, lying to her for weeks about what's going on between you and Eddie. You couldn’t bring yourself to tell her the truth, feeling if you do it be true no longer in your head. The guilt set in, and your tears rolled down your cheeks. Too much was hitting you at once. You finally made your way into the bathroom ready to get this day over with. 

When you made it to school you made sure to avoid everyone as best you could skipping lunch, and trading sits so you could sit at the back of the class so you wouldn’t sit in the middle of Gareth and Jeff. 

Weeks want by you come home later and later not wanting to be alone with your thoughts. Taking on Small tutoring jobs to keep your mind off things when you weren’t doing your own studies, spending hours on them it semi kept you grounded 

Packing your things up and ready to head home, you looked around one last time making sure your mess is clean so Mr. Quinn won't have more work to do. “You heading out?” “This early” you turned When you heard Mr. Quinn. You looked at your watch striking “10:49 this was early for these days “Yeah, I have an exam in the morning” you smiled, putting your backpack on. “all right.” “be safe out there kid, I’ll see you tomorrow” “see you tomorrow” You walked backward before turning around heading out. The cold air hit you as it did every night making sure you buddle up well so you won't get sick again. 

You hopped on your bike like you did every day and made your way down the road. Light rain softly hit you “Fuck.” You swear. Nowhere near home, you knew you were going to get sick again. You push harder to try to make it home faster speeding down the road something knocks the wind out of you calling you to fall to the ground hard. You were dazed blinking a few times from the ground meeting your head, slowly getting up stumbling a bit to grab your bike from the other side of the road. Your body burned with body aches as you bind down.

Stopping in your tracks when you heard noise from the woods balls ring in your head that something knocked you off and not you just falling. Not wanting to stay around you tried to jump back on your bike to only see big long deep cuts on your leg, blood poured out making you feel faint. The same sounds made you look back into the woods this time growling. You tried to get back on your bike wincing in pain and falling off again. You looked towards the woods, seeing glowing eyes in the leaves. Your heart race getting up a final time looking back at the woods hopping on the bike shakenly making your way down the road, looking back you see a dark mask making its way to you. You screamed as you were knocked back off feeling cold but hot on your arm looking down and seeing more long deep cuts in it. 

The rain fell harder as your world went dark.

Bright lights blind you through your lids. you heard voices all around but couldn’t make them out “I’m sorry, we don't know what's going you with your daughter” you heard. A loud sob broke out, who is that you thought? “What attacked her?” “what kind of animal could do this?” they asked again. You recognize the voice it was your mom, you tried to call out to her but nothing come out your throat was dried and hurting. “We don't know.” was all the man could say “So what now,” She asked through her tears “Just spend the little time she has left with her.” She cried harder tears ran down your face why is she crying? You tried to speak again but you were stopped again in pain. “Oh, baby.” You felt soft hands grab yours. She kissed them. Her voice sound faded you blinked out. You don't know how long but when you come back she was still talking.

“Who did this to you?” “What happened?” I don't know mom you thought you could feel your throat getting tight preparing to cry. Into last night events ran through your mind again making you panic and making you jerk hard, you felt a pain on your side. “Dr. Drew!” your mom got up yelling.

 You couldn't stop your body from moving  You heard footsteps enter the room “WHAT'S HAPPING.” your mom screamed, “WHY IS SHE BLEEDING FROM THE EYES.” Your mom shrieked. “ GET HER THE HELL OUT OF HERE!” The doctor said You felt small, far away, everyone sound like they were at a distance. You could hear your mother crying, you tried to talk again but still nothing, making you panic even more. You scream but nothing, you could feel yourself fade in and out. Am I dying you thought, is this what you heard? They were talking about you. You could hear your hollow breath, heartbeat reaching your ears. You faded out one last time. 

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Feeling coldness on your face, you could hear a voice getting closer. “I’m so sorry.” someone whispered “I don't know if you can hear me.” you heard a sniff. “But I want you to know.” the words were breaking up as the tears grow thicker. “I. Love. you.” They broke down. Feeling dried lips on the side of your face, Eddie? you thought. He rubbed your face kissing you again. Eddie, I’m here. I can hear you, I love you too you cried out. You tried to move but nothing you felt trapped. 

He looked over your sickly body, he watch as your veins swell and pulsate unnaturally under your skin your eyes looked sunken. he watches sweat and black blood pour off your body tubes down your throat, you breathe fast as if you were panting.

You don't know how long you were like that, but you listen. He talked from your childhood to know. “God.” He sighs. He stopped for a bit.“ This all my fault.” He broke the silence. This is not your fault you said to him, this is no one's fault.

 He continued, but he started to sound far away. Not again, he fades in and out. You started to panic, pain rose up in your body and you jerked again. Making him stop, he got up. 

The monitors want off, your mom ran back into the room. “SHE’S HAVING ANOTHER ATTACK” she yelled back in the hall the nurses ran in the doctors close behind. “What's going on?” Eddie asked in a panic. Your mom pulled him to the side and explain to him in tears about the violent attacks that's been happening every few hours, and whatever attacked you poison you and its been slowly killing you. He drown out whatever else your mom said, his heart raced his blood ran cold. You were dying, he slowly back out of the room running down the hall, hearing your mom call after him, he knew what was going on.

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Later that night he made his way back to the hospital, leaving in a hurry he couldn't control himself this time, holding so much in he didnt want to hurt anyone. He lightly touches your mom's arm, making her look up. She smiled a little. happy to see him back, she looks back at you. “I've been so scared to leave her.” She whispered, catching a tear and wiping it away.  Eddie didnt want her to leave the room but she had to it was the only way for him to save you. He took the spot next to your mom, he didn't know how long he sat like that. 

just watching you. 

He knew he fucked up, and if this work you’ll probably wake up hating him for how he treated you. A sound coming from your mother's stomach dragged him from his thoughts. He chuckled looking her way she did the same. “You should probably get some food.” He told her. She shooked her head.” I can’t leave her.” she shifted back, resting her head on her hand. “It will probably do you some good to get out of the room for a bit.” He suggested, she smiled not letting it reach her eyes. “It's okay, I'll be with her,” he added. “You're not going to let up are you?” She asked He shook his head, she sighed letting her legs fall to the floor. “Okay.” She got up hooking her purse over her shoulder. Looking over her at you before walking out.  Eddie watches as she went down the hall disappearing. He got up closed the blinds and shut the door.

 As another attack was coming.

He walked to the side of your bed, taking the heart monitor off your finger and putting it on his own. resting his hand on your cheek has you jerked. “Hey can you hear me?” he asked in another low whisper feeling like he was redoing from hours before, he rubbed your face. Wiping the blood coming from your eyes. “It's okay, I'm here, calm down.” he kissed your cheek  “I'm going to fix this.” “I promise.” he finished. 

There was a pause, there was nothing. Only end when you felt pain ring through your body again but this was different. Your world slowed down, it felt like you were floating, and you couldn't help but laugh.  '' What's so funny?”  Eddie asked, smiling, taking the blunt from you. “Nothing.” you giggled “God your high as a kite.” he laughed, “Told you it wasn’t so bad.” he continued. “And here you were losing your shit about me smoking. Now look at you.” he pats your arm. “Hey, I wasn’t talking about you smoking it I was talking about you selling it.” You closed your eyes lying back. “At least you can get weed for free now.” He laughed. “Tell me how dilated are my pupils?” you asked scooting closer to him. He laughed harder this time. “What?” you asked “I can't  see them if you don't open your eyes dummy.” He said trying to catch his breath. “Stop” You whine, smacking his leg. “Okay, okay.” he giggled. “Open them.” He leaned in.

When you did there was nothing you were met with darkness. You started to panic  “Eddie!” you screamed out. “Where are you!” He sound far away, you looked around. Water at your feet. You started running, You could hear him but he was still far away. You kept going it felt like hours but you can hear he was getting closer. “I’m here.” it sounds like you were right on him when pain took over and you fell to the hollow wet floor. “It will be over soon,” He said. You cried and screamed this was worst then before you closed your eyes. 

Brightness took over and you reopen them you blinked a few times trying to adjust to the bright light. The room was white, you closed them again. “ Hey, don’t close them on me, dummy.” You heard someone say. You looked to your right seeing Eddie looking right at you. He smiled “There go those big eyes.” He breathed out in relief. You tried to speck but was stopped only realizing that there was a tube in your throat. You reach up weakly trying to pull it out but Eddie stopped you, calming you before slipping the monitor back onto your finger. Your mom walked back in the room specking “hey did Dr. Drew come bac-” She stopped dropping her food   “Oh My God” “Oh My God” she repeated “ Shes awake” she yelled out of the room before rushing to your side. 

Nurses rushed into the room shocked at the fact you were a wake Dr.Drew not too long after “Holy shit” he breathe out. Just as shocked, just hours before you were at death's door. He rushed to your side as well. In all the chaos you couldn't take your eyes off of Eddie, confused you didnt know why he was here.  As a matter of fact, you couldn’t remember anything 

You spend days trying to piece together what happened, you remembered leaving the library but that’s it. You even asked your mom but she was just as confused, only saying that could have been the next victim to the killer that’s been hunting Hawkins for months now but no one was sure since no one was found dead or alive.

Given your wounds and odd sickness the doctor thinks you were actually attacked by a sick wolf, but for some reason that didn’t sit right with you. 

You asked Eddie, but he brushed it off not knowing himself, and was just as lost. You couldn’t help the fact that Eddied's behavior was unreadable. He seemed like his normal self but something was off like he knew more than what he was leading on, but you chalked it up to the fight that you two had and he just didn't know how to talk about it with you. You couldn’t blame him you felt the same way, (it was your first ever real fight), or was it something else…. 

Eddie knew more than what he was saying, He saw what attacked you he knew all too well. he saw it when your blood hit his tongue that night you woke up, it rush through him like wind it almost knocked him off his feet. It’s what he craved for every given day it's all he thought about the taste of you on his tongue. He couldn’t tell you that he couldn’t show you his true self he couldn’t hurt you… right? 

He prayed that you won't remember, you didn’t need to. You needed a normal life he struggle with the thought for days. But it needed to be without him.

He watched your smile slowly disappear. “ What’s wrong?”  You asked watching him closely, he could see fear and panic take over, he looked away he hates seeing you like this he had seen it come and go many times before and too many times these past few months. “I-” He stopped himself, and he breathe. He looked nervous, you smiled a little, this was the Eddie you knew. Open willing to tell you everything, but you were still in the dark about his acts. It's still like you know a stranger. For the first few days, it was strange waking up to him by your side. You couldn't stop looking at him, a feared he’ll disappear. You watched him carefully afraid if you made the wrong move he’ll run away. It's only been a few hours since you been back home and he barely said anything to you, you felt guilty that he was stuck watching you while your mom ran errands. 

He could be with her.  

“Do you remember anything from that night?” He asked looking back at you from the tv that showed more people have been going missing. 

For the umpteen time “No.” You mumbled, feeling your blood boil, Annoyed with yourself for not remembering. “Why do you keep asking me that?” You frowned trying to hide being upset. “No reason at all.” He rubbed his hands together giving a quick fake smile looking around the room not looking at you. You knew he was lying. “ What, are you a cop or something?” You joked he smiled looking back at the tv leaning on his hand. You both set like that for a while, he couldn’t find the words to tell you how much he felt. “ Do you remember anything from the Hospital Before waking up?” He broke the silence 

You thought for a bit “I remember.” You stopped, thinking again “I remember some things, I know everything sounded far away,” You said in a small voice trying not to cry you didn’t wait the trapped feeling to come back, you thought you were going to be trapped there forever.

He got up from his spot sitting next to you pulling you into a gentle hug “There was so much pain.” You sobbed. “And I heard you and my, my mom’ and I was screaming out for you both but I couldn’t.” This was the first time in years he has seen you cry, he wish he never asked he didnt want to make you upset but that's all he was doing these days making you upset. Eddie held you tightly kissing your head “I’m sorry.” He said in between each kiss, he wish he could take your pain away. You didn’t ask why was he saying sorry, you didn’t want to. You didn’t want this to end “You know I love you right?” He sniffed “Yah,” you gave a weak smile “You're my best friend.” Just in the blank of an eye, you forgot the last few months right there looking into Eddie’s eyes. 

He sighed. you shift uncomfortably in your sit. not because of pain but because you didnt want to read the room wrong and make him uncomfortable and run off again ” Not like that.” You didnt know what he was on about. He pulled away looking at you. You watched him anxious fearing that you messed up. You hesitantly wiped his tears, he did the same to you. You couldn’t help to smile. he slowly dragged his thumb down your cheek, looking at every line ever mark on your face he didn’t want to forget them. He had to tell you how he felt he couldn't drag this out anymore he was running out of time.

He slowly leaned in. he could feel you tensing up, his lips hovered over yours before connecting. his lips were soft on yours, Eddie could do this forever, this is where he belonged.  

It hit you, you pulled away you avoided his reaction not wanting to see him hurt. “What is this?” you didn’t know what you were asking. “What are we doing?” You mat his eyes   “I never wanted to hurt you, I just wanted to protect you.” He let out. “ Protected me?” You ask bewildered at his words “Protected me from what Eddie?” You asked worried now, you searched in his eyes for answers. “I.” He stopped himself “I can't tell you” He sound defected. He reached for your face before you could say anything, You pulled away.

“Please.” tears filled your eyes. “ Just tell me what's going on.” you asked again “you’ve Been acting weird for months now.” you finished. Again Eddie didn't say anything, he didn’t want your last time together to end like this “Please, I just Want you to know I love you.” He whispered more to himself. He stretched for your face again but you pulled away. His hand closes into a fist, knuckles turning white. “Don't.” He breathes out, “Don’t what Eddie?” You were pissed now. “Don’t you have a girlfriend,” you asked coldly, you didn't know where this was coming from but your heart was crying out. “Don't.” He said repeated “Don't bring up the fact you have a girlfriend? Or at the fact that  it had to take me to almost die for you to talk to me.” You tried to calm yourself, the anger was making you vibrate calling you pain. 

“But your barley doing that are you?” You tried to catch the sob that come out. You tired to move away from him but hurting your leg in the process. “She's not my girlfriend.” He boomed making you jump calling you to hurt your whole body you winced. 

Eddied jumped to your side again looking you over making sure you didnt make any wounds open up. “What do you mean she, 's not your girlfriend?” You tired to easy the pain running though your body, attempting to look into his eyes. He looked away he couldn’t lie to you looking into your eyes. He can feel himself drifting away he was losing control. He stood up, he didnt what it to end like this. He couldn't let it, but he was running out of time. He thought about all the things he wasn’t able to find words for. 

He quickly kneed down taking in your lips again putting his all in, he wasn't able to find the words but he could show you, right? You melted far this time, this kiss was different than the last one. Eddie longed for this kiss for years and he never notice it but this was what he wanted if only he could turn back time and do things differently.

This is what you wanted for the longest, you and Eddie. You wanted to be the one by his side, not the one watching. You want him to be your everything. “Just tell me what your thinking.” You said lowly against his lips. He landed another light kiss and started to back away, his mind was feeling clouded this was wrong he shouldn't be doing this to you. His leading you on, hes leaving you forever so why was he doing this? He needed to end this right here right now so you could move on, so why wasn't he doing it? his mind was saying another but his body was doing another. He wishes he could take back the kiss but he was being greedy and it will only end up hurting you more. He's famous for only thinking about himself not caring for you, taking your first kiss, and running away after. He spends so much time running lovers off from you, what gives him the right to move on and not you? End this now he was screaming at himself, he was so deep in thought that he didnt know you were talking to him.

“It was a good bye kiss.” He said looking down, why was he saying this? This is not what he wanted to say. “What?” You were confused by all of this. “I'm sorry,” he said, running his hands through his hair and face, getting impatient with himself. “This will be the last time you'll see me.” He got up from his spot on the floor, you tried to do the same from the couch but failed and fell back down. “Eddie what's happing to you?” you askerd looking him over, you didnt know this person in front of you. This wasn't your Eddie, he wasn't making any sense, and he was aware of that. This time getting up grabbing a better hold of the walker. “Where are you going?” you questioned. He didnt say anything “God Eddie why are you being like this?” you cried out. He still wasn't saying, it was like he was in a trance. “Eddie?” You called out, you called out once again “just know, everything I have done was to protect you.” He whispered. 

“From what?” you cried out harder, he looked at you, and you gazed harder into his eye seeing something strange in them, you moved to look closer  but he moved away fast, reaching for his things “Don't run away from me.” You begged “you've been doing this for months ever since you got with her, it's like I don't know you anymore.” your voice cracked, and he stopped in his place he knows this, and that hurts him but he has his reasons. Pain ran through his body, he needed to go he had to get his thoughts together, he wasn't thinking straight. If he stays longer it might end bad, he can not live with himself if something happens to you or if he calls it himself.  

You waited for him to say something before you continued “Every since you started dating Chrissy Cunningham you've been acting beyond weird. you went over this so many time in your head but still couldn't pieces together what was going on. Before he could stop himself he was on you kissing you again, making you fall back on the couch. She winced in pain but it was long forgotten. Eddie didnt know what to do, what was he doing? He was leaving so how did he end up back attached to you, He tried to pull away but the more he tried the more he hugged you. It's like he was stuck to you. He was gentle and slow like he was saving every moment, he touched you softly as if you would break. His hands gradually move along your body, his every move had you in a trance. 

Eddie started to move faster and became rough in a blink of an eye. It was like a switch turned off, he grabbed at you hard you could feel your stitches pulling and wound pull apart you cried out, but that didnt stop him “Your. hurting. me” You tried to breathe through the pain.  “Stop” you pushed at him, an unhuman growl rattled you. You panicked pushing him harder with the little strength you had. He was grabbing a bitting at your skin. “Stop!”  you shrieked. He jumped back looking around confused and crazed look on his face out of breath. “What's wrong with you?” you asked. He was still baffled “Eddie?” he looked back at you, eyes slowly looking down seeing your top slowly turn red. “Please talk to me.” you haven't noticed it yourself only foucseing on him. 

He jump up from his spot whispering to himself, you were lost in his actions you didn’t say a word you just watch him scared. 

This wasn't the Eddie you knew. 

You slowly got up making your way attending to do so, moving slowly to him lightly touching him. “Eddied .” you called out as if he was a scared bird, Eddie you called out one last time before he whipped around at you “ DONT FUCKING TOUCH ME!” he screamed at you. once again sounding inhuman like a beast, proving that it wasn't in your head earlier. His face was veiny his eyes were hollow black. you jumped back almost falling,  he quickly moved from you before making a b-line to the door opening it taking off his favorite ring putting it down. Looking over his shoulder. “ Goodbye. y/n” his face slowly turned back to normal before walking out.

You were hot on his heels not caring about the pain that run through your body, limping out into the darkness the moonlight pouring down on you. you winced in pain. “Eddie,” you called, 

You watch him make his way to his van, trying to move faster but only falling. “Eddie, please don't leave me.” you cried, he stopped at the door before looking back he looked as if he wanted to say something but he never did with that he jumped in the van leaving you there crying. “Eddie! please!” you drugged yourself across the grass.

“Eddie!” you watch him go further into the distance. “Eddie, please don't leave me.” You sobbed out.

 just like that, he was gone. 

rain began to pour. 

You let out another blood-curdling scream in pain before everything went black. 

You were alone again. 

[bunbeeplays]

The Lemon Legacy: Generation 1, Chapter 87 - Adventures in Sistem-Sitting, Part 2

Violet is so excited to listen to the book Ophelia is reading her, she can't even sit down! Really, because I tried to make her sit down and she just wouldn't. Toddlers, man.

Later on in the night, Violet stumbles upon Marshmallow in the mudroom leading to the backyard.

Violet: I can speak kitty! Meow meow, prrrrr.

Marshmallow: talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show stopping, spectacular, never the same, totally unique

Xander never actually ate lunch so he's starving by dinner time.

Xander: Aren't you going to have anything?

Ophelia: No, I accidentally ate some normal quality food for lunch and now I feel kind of nauseous. You know how my refined palate gets.

Xander: Your stomach's still bothering you? You said you felt nauseous during the wedding too, and the move.

Ophelia: That was nerves, that's all. This is unrelated. I'm sure some water will settle my uncomfortable moodlet.

Xander: If you say so.

Ophelia: What are you doing out here, silly girl?

Violet: I'm bein' a kitty!

Ophelia: Oh really? Well, even kitties need their sleep. Let's get you ready for bed.

Marshmallow follows her new bestie out.

The previous owners used this room purely as storage for the furniture their kids had outgrown, but at least it meant the Sistem kids had places to actually sleep.

Ophelia reads Violet another story, since this kid cannot get enough books, and tucks her in as she dozes off.

It's time to put Velma to sleep again too, but Ophelia can't bring herself to do it just yet.

Xander: The boys are in bed. Want me to put Velma down?

Ophelia: Nah, I want a little bit of snuggle time.

Xander: Well, these kids got me beat. I'm going to bed. Night, Lemon Cake.

The former owners left a lot of the furniture in their old nursery, so Ophelia goes there to rock Velma. She still feels gross, but the soothing motion of the rocking chair helps. Velma certainly seems to enjoy it.

Ophelia: Xander's right, you are a little jelly bean, aren't you? You sure are as sweet as one. I could just eat you up!

Velma squeals as Ophelia lifts her higher in the air.

Ophelia doesn't want to get Velma too riled up before she puts her to sleep, so she goes back to calm rocking and snuggling.

Ophelia: Do you think I'll be a good mommy, Velma? I think I will.

Velma can't talk, but she doesn't look like she'd argue with you, girl.

Ophelia: I hope when I'm a mommy, I have a little one that's as sweet as you. Marcie makes such cute babies.

Ophelia feeds Velma a quick bottle and burps her before it's time to put her down for the night.

Well, Velma can certainly give you a vote of confidence on whether or not you'll make a good mom, Ophelia. She's a happy camper, at least!

Ophelia and Xander are woken up by a little girl crying, but not Velma.

Xander: Violet's probably scared from waking up in an unfamiliar place. Want me to take care of her?

Ophelia can faintly make out Violet calling for "O'fia" from outside the door.

Ophelia: I've got it.

Xander's theory was right. Ophelia can't blame her for being a little scared. She's probably never been anywhere overnight without her parents.

Violet: Can we call Momma?

Ophelia: Momma's sleeping. We can call tomorrow but how about a snack?

Luckily this appeases the toddler.

A sleepy Violet conks out before Ophelia can even finish slicing some strawberries, but placing the bowl in front of her wakes her up again.

As she digs in, Ophelia grabs a small bowl of grapes. She thinks she can stomach that.

Soon after, Xander is once again woken up by noises of discomfort, though these aren't from being scared.

She certainly doesn't LOOK too sad about what she just did, moodlet!

Xander: Sheesh. You sure know how to wake a guy up. Let's get you cleaned up, stinkbug.

Xander: You're lucky you're cute.

Xander lays her down on the changing table and gets to work changing her diaper. Velma giggles and kicks her little legs.

Xander: You think this is so funny, don't you? I guess if someone else had to wipe my poopy butt, I'd laugh too.

Xander: What the- How'd this get in your diaper?

Hopefully her siblings weren't looking for that toy. They're really not going to want it back now.

He tosses the toy dragon aside, making it Tomorrow Xander's problem.

Xander: All better, huh? Back to bed with you, Miss Velma.

Violet seems in higher spirits after eating her snack and getting lots of attention.

Ophelia: Alright, girly, what's it going to take to get you back in bed?

Violet: Story!

Ophelia: Another one? You drive a hard bargain, kid.

Ophelia reads another book to Violet, softly, as to not disturb her brothers.

She may be exhausted but she's getting plenty of experience for the future.

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Losing Game [Antoine Griezmann x fem!OC] (Chap. III)

Requested: No​

Pairing: Antoine Griezmann x OC!Gabrielle Darian; more to be added.

Warnings: OC's mom is a bitch, English is not my first language!

Wordcount: 4K+

A/N: Thank you for reading! GIF IS NOT MINE. Enjoy!

Previous chapter

CHAPTER III

“He told me”, Sabrina continues, “that they would donate a lot of money and that they will talk about the company and charities on social medias, etc.”

Very strange. Generally, we’re the ones that invite the celebrities. But the entire French National Team is excellent from a marketing point-of-view. Oh God, I sound like my mother.

“Do we need to tell your mo-I mean, the Director of Operations?” Sabrina asked.

“I'll tell her,” I answered. “We never know, but knowing her, she’ll want to impress them and I’m gonna have to restart all the organization. Thanks for letting me know, Sabrina.”

“Of course, beautiful. See you tomorrow.”

“See you.”

I hanged up, and spent my time in the supermarket wondering what my mother will want me to change and how I’m gonna change it. After thirty minutes, I go back home. Louisa is cmoing back in thirty minutes, and even if I’m hungry, I decide to wait for her to eat, but I barely had time to store the groceries that I hear the entrance door open.

“Yo.” She said, putting her school bag on the bar.

“Already here?”

“Yes, the teacher left us leave early. Did you take that apple juice I like?” she asked after noticing the groceries bag.

“Did I ever forget to buy what’s on your list?” I asked, raising my eyebrow.

“No, never. So, how was work?”

“Oh, it was good…Surprising.”

“Why?” she asked, eating a bit of bred.

“Didier Deschamps and the French Team want to come to the gala,” I told her.

“No way! But how could they possibly know about the gala?”

“I have no clue,” I said, realizing I never thought about it. “I guess they saw the article on the website. They’re fast, in that case, considering we published it this morning.” I added.

“If they publicly talk about the company, it will be a great promotion. Your mother will be thrilled.”

“Yes, before she tells me to change everything I prepared, just to impress them.”

“Yeah, probably.”

We prepare lunch together, mostly talking about football players inviting themselves.

“Honestly though, have you seen these handsome dudes?” She laughed. “If we’re lucky enough, we could get one of them.”

We both laughed and I shook my head. I don’t really watch football, but I have to admit, some players are rather handsome. But still, I don’t feel like starting a relationship. We sat to eat, and she tells me about her classes. Like her, I can’t wait to finish college so I can get a job in a translation company and finally leaving the family’s company. I know it’s gonna be hard, as there are not many jobs available in that sector, but I’ll do whatever it takes to be independent, even alienating my family.

“What did you plan to study today?”

“German. It’s not like I’ll ever go to Berlin or Munich, but that exam might compensate for bad marks, so…”

“Good luck. And don’t fall asleep!”

“Me? Never.”

She went to her room muttering against the German language. When I see her German lessons, I’m glad I took Spanish since middle school; even though I’m not good at it at all. I studied in the living room, the television’s sound in the background of my head. Exams are coming soon, for both Louisa and me. I can’t wait to have them, just so the stress can go away – even though it’s gonna be replaced by the anxiety of waiting for the results. After one hour, I got up and went to see Louisa to make sure she wasn’t falling asleep. I knocked on her door, and I heard a “No, I’m ain’t sleeping”. I went back to the living room and stayed focused on my studies. When I decide it’s enough for today, it’s already 5:30 pm. Crap, mother. I took my phone and called her. She finished work earlier today, she then should answer. After a few seconds, she answered at the same moment Louisa came back from her room.

“Yes?”

“It’s me.”

“I know it’s you. What do you want?”

Alright, great.

“It’s about the gala. The French National Team want to come.”

“The football Team?” she asked, more surprised than I expected.

“No, the soap bubbles team,” I retorted, “Of course, the football team.”

“Don’t be insolent. Who did they call?”

“Sabrina,” I answered. “Deschamps called her this morning. He told her they would donate money and promote the company. But how did they know about the gala?”

“It does not matter. Tell Sabrina to call them back to accept the invitation.”

“Alright. So, what am I gonna have to change? We’ll have to put on a show, right?”

“Send me the services you chose. I’ll see that tomorrow.”

“As you wish.” I answered.

And she immediately hangs up. I shook my head and sat beside Louisa on the sofa. She proposes we go shopping tomorrow, in order to clear up our minds, and I accept.

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Between college, studying and the gala’s preparation, the 31st of May arrives way sooner for my liking. Coming home from work, I went directly to pick a dress. I try to tell myself that every detail is organized, but to tell the truth, I had never been more anxious in my entire life. I also try to tell myself that I don’t care what my mother will say about the evening I’m organizing but I know deep down, I’m anxious to see her reaction. I sighed and stared at the dresses I had before noticing a long black dress with straps. As for my hair, I decided to put in a bun with some locks around my face. I put my make-up at the same as Louisa does in our small bathroom. She is still as excited about meeting the football player, but she thankfully has given up on the idea of get one of them. She’s wearing a long red dress and let her curly brown hair down.

“Thank you for coming, bestie,” I told her while putting back my make-up in the cupboard. “It’s really helpful to me.”

“Are you kidding, I wasn’t gonna miss your first night as organizer.” She said smiling me through the mirror.

Once we’re ready, it’s already time to go. Like my mother does, I arrive early at the place to take care of last-minute details, and Louisa is coming with me. Jerome comes picking us up as usual, always so nice. In the car, I can’t help but to bite my nails, which I do when I’m stressing out, and even Louisa’s ‘Tsst!” can’t stop me from doing it. Once we have arrived, Jerome wishes me good luck and assures me everything will go okay. Damnit, give this man a raise already. The photographs, more numerous than last time, that my mother has forced me to invite, are not here yet, which amazingly suits me. I entered the room, and quickly the services’ bosses came to me to tell me everything is ready to welcome the guests. I inspected the decoration, put exactly as planned, and the tables put like my mother usually does.

“You nailed it, Gaby.” Louisa told me, looking around.

“Thank you. Hey, if something wasn't working, you would let me know, wouldn’t you?”

“Of course I would, don’t worry. Relax.”

I checked the last details and the time, and realized the guests should arrive any minute now. I barely had time the waiters coming with plates full of drinks and food and to go place myself by the entrance that the first car is already coming. It’s the adorable elderly lady from the last gala, giving me a big, warm smile.

“Good evening, my dear,” she said before kissing me on the cheek. “I’m glad to see you, you look beautiful.”

“You too, ma’am.” I said, taking the wrinkled hands she gave me. “Thank you for coming.”

“Thank you for inviting me, my dear child. It’s always a pleasure to see the Darian family.”

I invite her to come in, and she goes to Louisa, who she greets warmly. The other guests then arrive, and I pray none of them notices that my hands are sweaty. After a while, Louisa comes to me.

“You parents are not here yet?” she asks. “It’s unlike them to be late.”

“Yes, except when it’s for something involving me.”

Giving only them and the football boys are yet to arrive, I decide to go inside. I ask the waiters and the cooks if everything is okay, and their positive answer relaxes me a little. I go back to the room, psychologically preparing myself to have a conversation with boring, arrogant people when nearly all eyes suddenly turned to the entrance, where a group of twenty people or so just came in. They’re all wearing the same classic yet elegant suit and most of them did their hair. Most of them are silent and look around them with curious looks. I walk to the man with white hair leading them both as like a father and a teacher.

“Good evening,” I said, more intimidated than I thought I would be, before shaking his hand. “It’s very nice to meet you all.”

They all answer with a nod, a smile or a rather shy “Good evening”.

“Nice to meet you, too.” answered Didier Deschamps warmly. “Thank you for allowing us to come.”

“Thank you for asking. It’s not everyday that we have high-level athletes coming at our galas. I hope you’ll have a good night.”

“No doubt about it”, he smiled. “Benjamin was not able to come tonight because, well, of a last-minute problem, I hope you’ll excuse him. He says hello.”

“Oh,” I said, “I hope he will be fine.”

“Yes, thank you”

I vaguely nodded and stared at the 22 players standing in silence in the entrance.

“Well, have a good night.”

“Thank you very much.”

Most of the men gave me smile and I smiled back. Then they scattered, and right after, a silhouette came in, and I immediately recognize my mother. My mind is screaming at me to turn my back and ignore her, but I don’t have the energy to start a fight. I walked towards her, more insecure that I wished I was. She looks around with a probing look before turning to me.

“Hi, mom.”

“The decoration isn’t that bad. I would have picked another color, though. Gabrielle, what is that awful dress you’re wearing? The color is just dreadful. This robe is barely good to be wore at a cocktail party. Especially with famous guests…And let’s not talk about your hair.”

She sighed heavily and I felt a red light coming. She grabbed a glass when a waiter passes before us, took a sip and grimaced.

“For God’s sake, Gabrielle, what is that champagne? I specifically told you to pick Mr. Sandrin’s champagne!”

“I did!” I defended myself, trying not to raise my voice. “This is the champagne you asked for.”

She stared at her glass and then raised her shoulders, not convinced.

“Dad and Noah aren’t here?” I asked, changing the topic.

“Your father had an impediment, and your brother is sick.”

With Noah, “sick” means “at a party” with the option “girl” or “has a hangover”. I try to see Louisa among the guests but can’t find anywhere. My mother tells a waiter to come and grab a hors d’oeuvre.

“Gabrielle, do you even know how to read? I thought I told to the Menu number Three! The Second one is horrible.”

“Well you know what? Next time why don’t you just organize your freaking gala yourself?”

Before she can answer, I turned around and nearly ran to the bar, my eyes watering. On my way to the bar, I rapidly meet of the footballers’ blue gaze – Antoine Griezmann. Hell, now one of tonight’s most important guests saw me cry.

“Good evening, Miss.” The barman said with a smile. “What can I serve you?”

“Something strong.”

“Coming up.”

I closed my eyes and tried to breathe. I usually only drink champagne at galas and don’t drink alcohol outside of galas, but right now I need to relax. At the same time the barman put a glass in front of me, I hear a voice in my back.

“Hello. Gabrielle, am I right?”

I turned around, and to my surprise, saw Kylian Mbappe standing before me.

“Oh, hello.” I answered with a voice that I hoped sounded confident. “Yes, you’re right. Is everything alright?”

“Yes, thank you. Very cool night," he said, pointing out the room.

“That’s nice of you.”

“What it will be, sir?” the barman asked Kylian.

“Do you do alcohol-free cocktails?”

“Sure. Right away.”

The French Team’s striker walked to the bar, which gave the perfect spot to observe him. He was actually cute, with his frank smile and his sparkling eyes. I supposed he was barely older than me, maybe by one year or two. He thanked the barman, grabbed his glass, and then turned to me. We started talking about anything and everything, and his kindness and his sweetness almost made me forget my mother’s comments. It’s obvious he remained humble and down to earth despite the fame. He asked me about the company, and I asked him about football, his club, and the World Cup coming up. Suddenly, as he’s giving an answer I’m doing my best to understand – I didn’t know anything about football – my eyes move far behind him. Antoine Griezmann is talking with one of his teammates – Lucas Hernandez, if I’m not mistaken – and some other guests, but his eyes are on me.

I tried to focus on what Kylian was saying, but every fifteen seconds, my eyes turned to Antoine who continued to staring at me, and every time I looked at him my heart beated faster. For God’s sake, dude, why are you looking at me like that? Don’t be silly, Gabrielle, he’s probably looking at Kylian. A few minutes later, I’m still giving a quick glance at Antoine when a young man dressed exactly like Kylian comes to us. He was rather tall, pale with blond hair and tired brown eyes, who looked a bit older than Kylian. He had like him a big smile, but seemed more confident than Kylian.

“Sorry to interrupt, but Hugo wishes to see you, Kylian. It’s urgent, apparently.”

“Oh,” said Kylian. “I’ll just go then. See you later, I hope,” he added to me.

“Of course.”

Even though I didn’t know anything about football, I still knew who the most famous were. And this blondie wasn’t one of them, I thought. But I didn’t have to ask who he was, as he’s quicker:

“I don’t think we've met before. The name is Emilien.”

“Gabrielle,” I answered politely.

“What your family does is really wonderful. I mean it.”

“That’s nice of you.”

“Maybe we could have a partnership? I’ll give you my number and-”

“Emilien?”

I jumped and turned to see a young man with dark blond hair and large blue eyes standing before us, his hands in his pockets. My hearts stopped, and I almost let my glass fell.

“Ah,” said Emilien, “Yeah, Antoine?”

My heart was beating so fast I could hear pound in my head.

“The coach wants to see ya, it’s important.” Antoine said.

My, they sure do have a lot of important things to say to each other.

“Oh. I’m coming, then. See you later,” he added to my direction.

I just nodded, and he disappeared. Antoine took a step in my direction and gave me a smile.

“I hope they weren’t too awful”, he said with the same smile.

“Not at all,” I reassured him with a smile.

Damn it, his eyes are so blue. Blue like the sea, soft, and warm.

“Your teammates are very nice.”

“Kylian thinks you’re very nice, too.”

I searched for him, but he was invisible.

“You’re the one that organized this gala, right?” he asked.

“I am.”

“You did very well. I love the decorations.”

“Well you’re alone in that,’ I muttered.

“I-I accidentally heard your conversation with your mother.”

Sweet Jesus.

“Oh no, I’m sorry. You must think I’m a crybaby who can’t handle her mother’s critics.” I said, embarrassed and looking at the floor.

“Not at all,” he assured. “I never speak ill of someone else’s mother, but what she said is totally wrong. The decorations are nice, the two glasses of champagne I had were really good and, personally, I think the food is good as heck” he finished with a little laugh.

His laugh is so cute and contagious that I can only laugh as well.

“For real, you’ll have to give me the name of the cook.”

“Sure.”

“Believe me, you shouldn’t let other’s opinions get to you – even your mother’s,” he said with a voice that sounded sweeter, and more adult. “Especially since no one agrees with her – and agree with me.”

“That’s nice of you to say that. And you’re right.”

He smiled again, and I realized I never saw such a beautiful smile. Hell, everything about him is beautiful. The way that strand of hair falls on his forehead, his childish smile, the way his suit fit perfectly on his body which I imagine fit and firm…I felt my cheek turn pink and suddenly felt hot. We started chatting, but unlike earlier with Kylian or Emilien, I’m only focused on him and the words that come out of his mouth. I don’t know how much time had passed, five minutes or five hours. I can no longer hear the waiters walking, the soft music in the background or the conversations around us. It’s like…They was only us on the planet. I answered his questions, and saw him bit his bottom lip. He got closer to me, and I shivered when he rose his hand and put my hair on the side of my face back. Before I can even breathe, his face gets closer to mine, so much so that I can smell his intoxicating perfume and his breath on my neck. His hand is only a few millimeters from my cheek, and my heart is beating so fast that its gonna explode.

“Gabrielle!”

A cold hand grabbed my arm, and reality comes back. The voices, the somehow fresh air, the food’s smell coming from the kitchen. The charm is broken.

“Come here, hurry,” my mother said, pulling my arm before I could react. “You must announce diner!”

Antoine’s eyes became more and more distant, and soon I can’t see him anymore no matter how I lean. My mother puts a microphone in my hand and tell me to hurry with her hand. I cleared my throat.

“Ladies and gentlemen, the diner.”

Slowly, the guests went towards the round tables, and instinctively, I look for Antoine. Louisa, who went missing, comes from nowhere and smiles at me.

“Hi there.”

“Lou’, where the hell have you been?” I asked her.

“I was talking with Mr. and Mrs. Aubret,” she said with a bit surprised voice. “I saw you talking with Griezmann, I thought you didn’t need me.”

“It’s fine.”

Around us, people are sitting, and we do imitate them. The adorable elderly lady comes slowly and sits in front of us. Her smile comforts me, and I smile back. My mother then arrives and sits silently. A few days ago Louisa begged to let take care of the seats, and I eventually gave up and said yes – only if none of the players would be sitting with us – and I suspect her of putting us with important people so my mother can’t talk too much. I need to talk to her about it. The dishes arrive one after the others, and even though I’m talking with Louisa and the adorable lady – whose name seems to be Mrs. Orment – my eyes are looking for a striker. I finally find him, sitting at a table not far away from us. His eyes meet mine and he gives me a smile. I’m about to smile back when Didier Deschamps, sitting on his left, lean towards him and whispers something in his ear. Antoine vaguely nods his head before concentrating on his plate.

“Gaby?” Louisa asked. “Are you okay?”

“What? Oh, yeah, yeah, of course.”

“The diner is delicious, my dear,” Mme Ornent said cheerfully. “You chose well.”

“Absolutely,” his neighbor, a doctor who were about to retire soon, said. “You have good taste, miss. It must be a family thing, right, Anita?”

My mother had a laugh I knew was hypocritical and took her glass.

“You’re too kind, Doctor.”

Thankfully the dessert arrives soon after.

“Damn, that cake be good as heck!” a voice which I guessed was Adil Rami’s said loudly and his neighbors laughed.

The other guests seemed to like it too, and that comforted me a bit. I look in Antoine’s direction without realizing it, and I see him talking with the CEO of a multinational company. Once diner is over, those who wants to have a coffee walk toward the bar. Then arrives the auction, which is eventually very successful.

“Excuse-me,” I said once the auction is over.

I really need some fresh air. I grabbed my bag and went to the door. I tried to breath, and a few seconds later, I felt better. To my surprise, I saw a silhouette coming.

“Oh,” Emilien said while walking to me, “you like some calm sometimes, too?”

“Oh yes,” I said with a smile. “You can feel like suffocating at this kind of event. Even if you’re used to it.”

“You’re doing very well, though,” he smiled.

“I appreciate it. You still want to do the partnership?” I asked him.

“You’re reading my mind,” he laughed. “I’d be happy to do what I can: meet people with illness, sign autographs or jerseys, make videos to promote the charity…”

“That’s good, because you’re very likely to be asked to do that,” I laughed too.

“Perfect then!”

“I’m gonna give you the number of the person in charge of that, she’ll explain everything.”

“No problem.”

I opened my bad and took out a piece of paper and a pen. I scribbled a phone number and gave it to him.

“Thanks a lot. It’s really important to me help others, you know…”

“That’s wonderful.”

Suddenly, Didier Deschamps, followed by the rest of the players, arrived and the coach turned to the blond man.

“Emilien, there you are. Sorry to interrupt, but we are leaving.”

“Very well, coach. Goodbye, then,” he said after turned to me. “I guess we will see each other again at some point.”

“I think so. See you soon, then.”

He smiled, and went to his teammates. When Emilien joined the group, Kylian walked up to me with a smile.

“It was a fun night.”

“I’m glad you had fun.”

“Say, do you wanna come to the match against Italy tomorrow night? With your friend Louisa?”

I didn’t see that coming. I didn’t go to a football game since I was ten – Noah’s birthday gift – and I barely remembered it.

“Well, yeah, with pleasure.”

“Great, I’ll send you tickets. If you want to invite other people, please let me know.”

“That’s nice of you.”

“See you tomorrow, then.”

“See you.”

I expect all of them to get in the cars, but it was Deschamps’ time to walk up to me.

“Thank you for tonight. Do you mind me asking you something?”

“Please go ahead, sir.” I answered.

“Would you mind mentioning us in the article you will write about tonight’s gala?”

“Hum, no, not at all. May I ask why?”

“Oh, well, people sometimes think that with money and success, football players forget about helping others and compassion. I’d like to prove, in some way, that it’s not true when it comes to my men.”

“I see. Well, I sure will be talking about you guys.”

“Thank you very much. See you soon, young lady, take care.”

He patts my arm in a fatherly way and showed his players the cars. They all waved at me and said discreet “goodbye” which I say back. I hope the ones I didn’t talk to didn’t find me mean or rude. They all get in the different black cars that brought them, and when Antoine walks past me, his arm grazed mine and he stared at me until he sits in the car.

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we're not really strangers pt. 2

wonu x y/n | soft romance with a bit of angst ❗️no professional proofreading. may contain grammatical errors.

this is purely fictional so please take it with a grain of salt! this fic is mostly soft and maybe a bit cheesy... I will be updating this post from time to time regarding the chapters as well. hope you'll enjoy it! treat people with kindness, everyone!

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Second: Connection "We should try drawing 5 cards," you suggest as I take a last bite of my favorite part of the ice cream, the end of the cone.

"Sure. It's not like we can do anything about this right now." Your car broke down when we were on our way home from our shoot. It's not pretty far from where I live but I just feel bad for you, you don't even know how to commute going home. We stopped by the nearest 7/11 and bought ice creams just to make ourselves feel a little bit better. After your car got towed, you called Jen if she could pick you up. "I'll go first," you draw the first card. "What is the worst pain you have ever been in?" you pondered for a while, I'm not sure if you have a bad memory or if there's too much pain in your life that you've experienced... "I think the worst pain I've ever been in was when I almost choked to death. I was at school when it happened. When I was 10 years old, I had this habit where I tried to do everything as fast as I could. When lunchtime came, I ate my lunch quickly because my friends wanted to play. Heck, I was still eating when I ran towards them so we could start the game. Halfway through the first round of our game, I was chasing my friend when I suddenly felt like my breathing was cut abruptly. Something was blocking my airway and I didn't even feel anything go down my throat. But anyway, I was rushed to the clinic and they had to perform the Heimlich maneuver. A piece of bread came out of my mouth but I felt so weak after everything that had happened, so I was sent home." Now, I wasn't sure if I should let out a laugh or two because I remember this happening too. I JUST got my first period that day and I was also sent to the clinic to rest and receive assistance. I remember hearing everything from one of the private rooms and I could hear your mom chuckle a little, but she was obviously worried about you. She had warned you about eating and moving too fast, and that you should take your time in everything that you do so you can enjoy it while it lasts. I think you learned your lesson from that day on. She's so gentle when she talks to you. I kind of wish she'd talk me through the confusion I was going through inside the room I was in. "Is that why you move similarly to a sloth now?" I ask. "Am I that slow?!" every time you widen your eyes whenever you feel extreme emotions makes me want to tease you more. I looked the opposite way and laughed a little, I wanted to tease you but I almost lost myself when you held the top of my head and made me face your direction. "A sloth? Really?!" God, this kind of proximity should be illegal between us. It makes me sick, the same way I want to vomit when acid comes up from my stomach. You shook my head a little just to tease. That goofy smile on your face isn't working when you're just really beautiful. Fuck. This is so fucking bad for me.

"Really. It takes you about 30 mins to finish your meal, you even play games sometimes while you eat so that takes a longer time." I didn't want to look into your eyes for another second so I looked towards the street. I noticed a stray cat wanted to cross the street so I shifted my attention to it. I tried calling it and it rubbed its head on my leg, "You're such a good girl!" I just kept playing with the cat when I looked at you for a second. You were looking in my direction but you looked away immediately. You also tried to call the cat's attention and it worked. "Do you have a pet cat at home?" you ask. "Yeah, mine's a ginger boy. He's very playful but he's well-behaved too. I didn't have to train him that much, and he sleeps most of the time," I respond. "That's adorable..." You have a fond smile on your face while still petting the stray cat. "Can I draw a card?" I ask, I was already holding the box. You nodded, you're occupied with the cat and it makes my heart warm up.

"When was the last time you cried?" That made you look up in my direction. I paused for a good moment. I can't call myself a crybaby but my dad used to tell me that it hurts him a lot when he does see me cry. Maybe that's why I didn't cry at his funeral, I didn't want to make him upset or worry about me. "I uh-uhm..." I couldn't speak. I wasn't on the verge of tears but I felt choked up. All of a sudden I feel guilty for laughing at your near-death experience. "Let's draw another card. Hmm?" you suggest. "Yeah, sure." I have this habit where I play with my hands or fingers when I'm bored or anxious. I normally let my nails sink through my palms or finger until I get better. "Here, let me read it for you," you suggest. "What's your favorite lyric that you can’t stop thinking about in your head?" you look at me with a comforting smile. "Hmm..." That made me think for a while. "I don't have to sing right?" I ask genuinely. "Well I wasn't thinking of making you do it but-" "Okay, well, you weren't gonna ask, so I don't have to do it." I had to cut you off before you start saying some stupid shit. I wasn't gonna let you convince me at all. "I mean if you want to-"

"I seriously don't," you keep insisting and laughing at me, but I laugh defensively with you. "Can I please just read the lyrics and get this over with?" I look at you with pleading eyes because you look like you're one word away from teasing me again. "Okay, okay, I won't tease anymore," We're trying so hard to not laugh at what's about to happen when Jen arrives. "Hey! Are you good? What happened?" Jen asks, she seems a little worried. She was happy to see you, she cupped your face to make sure you were okay, but you removed her hands from your face. "Yeah, I'm all good. Don't worry too much," you might've sensed how awkward the atmosphere is. "Oh, I'm so sorry. I haven't introduced myself, I'm Jen! I'm Wonwoo's--" "Why is my mom calling you?" you ask, cutting her introduction short. I want to hear the rest of it though. "Well, she did ask me to use her car to pick you up. I'm sure she's just as worried as I am," she says nonchalantly. This sucks, for me at least. I get to hear every bit of this while I sit here with my feelings, which are starting to feel as if I stepped on dog shit. Rough way to end the night I guess. "Come on. We'll take you home." Your words snapped me out of my running thoughts, but I rejected your polite offer. "It's fine, I'm just a few blocks away from my house so..." You suddenly look at me like I've offended you or something. It wasn't a long stare, but it did make me feel like I'd done something wrong. Jen offered that you both walk me home, but I insisted that it was all good. I said goodbye to both of you, but you seemed a bit off. You expressed an awkward smile to me as a goodbye before taking the driver's seat and driving off. I brushed it off because I needed to start walking home. Walking has always been so therapeutic for me. I get to see different scenarios as I move past every house, every small establishment, and every stray cat or dog that I wanna take home. It helps me think clearly too, and I could really use some enlightenment right now. I'm not hurt right now but every time you share a laugh or smile with me, I can't help but think about it for days. I didn't realize I'd arrived in front of my house, I immediately lay down on the floor to rest before taking a bath. I can feel a wave of heat rushing up to my face, it rests on my cheeks but it hurts my eyes. I take a deep breath as I question this moment, my thoughts, and my feelings towards you. I promised myself I wouldn't even try to love as hard as my mom did. I can't imagine losing my brightest days because the one that gives us light and life is gone. She smiles and laughs but it echoes the room. This is what love looks like for me. Although I'm not there yet, I assume that falling harder or deeper would be the worst decision I'll ever make. Now, I find myself not wanting this project to end. Finding a reason to be with you other than working on something together would send me to a mental breakdown. And I think I just really like you. I like hanging out with you. I like taking photo walks with you. I like how you describe why you chose a certain angle and why you think it's perfect. I like how open you are to changes and you always encourage me or yourself that we can do better, and we do. I like how giddy you get when we take breaks from filming, the thought of resting and eating excites you so much that you do a little dance to celebrate. I like how you pat my head when you feel like teasing me or whenever we part ways. I like the way you make sure I get home, you'd message me more than once just to make sure I don't forget to tell you that I got home safely. I like your gentleness, with the way you speak and act. I like the small, shy smile you get when you're trying not to laugh. I like the way your eyes get bigger when you feel attacked or the way it gets smaller when you find something really funny. I like talking to you, I always wish we have more time to just sit down and talk about anything and everything. I like you. I really do.

part 1

[stacywaters]

Coffee and Violets (SUGA) CH7 - Yeongsun

(WARNING: A bit of angst.. not too bad but uh yeah you can skip that part! I'll write where it starts :])

(Your POV)

You curl up on the couch as tears spill from your eyes. I can't get anything right.

You closed the shop early today. There's no point in making coffee if it'll only taste cold. Rain patters against the window and you can't help but think it's the only one that cares. 

A knock on the door interrupts your thoughts. You slowly open it.

"Hey Y/N!"

"Yeongsun? Why do you know where I live?"

"Your mom told me. She actually wanted me to drop this off," He holds up a bag with containers of food in it, "she wanted to give it to you herself, but she has been so busy."

"Ah. I missed mom's food." You take the bag from your old neighbor.

"So, how's it goin'? Living on your own."

You shrug, "Fine. I assume you still live next door to my old house?"

"Yep!" He chirps, "you look like you've been crying though. Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, just... lonely."

He thinks for a moment, "Well, it's late out now. What do you think of having lunch together tomorrow?"

You smile at his happy energy.

"That sounds good."

And that leads you to now. He took you out to eat for lunch. As sweet as he was, he kept slipping flirts into the conversation. He was a good guy, your mom certainly wanted you to date him, but you weren't interested. 

But then again, what are you waiting for? Who are you waiting for?

I don't think he's coming.

"C'mon Y/N! Let's go into the flower shop! I'll buy you something pretty" he smiles.

"Huh?" You snap out of your daze, "Wait.. wait NO!"

(Yoongi POV)

"I'm sorry, Yoongs" Hoseok says. 

"And her cafe is closed again today. She probably thinks I'm dating Minsoo or something, and I can't even tell her I'm not."

"I'm sure she'll be back soon enough." He comforts, "Besides, if she closed early and is gone again today, that most likely means it did hurt her. Meaning she did like you back."

"Yeah... maybe you're-" I'm interrupted by the ringing of the bell.

A guy comes in, pulling a girl with him over to the daisies. Y/N.

"You really don't need to buy me anything, Yeongsun! Let's go somewhere else" She awkwardly urged him.

Jealousy burns into my skin. All this time I thought she was upset at me. She wasn't even thinking about me. She was off with this Yeongsun guy, and to be honest? How could I even be mad? He seems to love her. He seems to treat her better than I could.

"Of course I'm buying you something! But I have to say Y/N," He pauses and meets her eyes, "I can't find the flower I'm looking for."

"What flower are you looking for?" She stammered.

"One prettier than you."

My hands grip the counter, knuckles turning white. "There isn't one" I mouthed.

"What was that?" Yeongsun turned to me.

"Nothing."

"Hmm," He picks up a bouquet of red roses, "This one is so pretty though. I love roses. What do you think?"

"It's pretty," She shrugged, "I've always loved more... unique flowers."

"What's the point in that? Roses are popular because they're pretty. And you deserve the best." He quipped. Her gaze flickers to me.

She gulps, "Yeah"

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"That'll be $14.95!" Hoseok smiled.

"and can we get that packaged up?"

"Yeongsun, it's fine. We don't need to."

"No no! I think we should." He grinned.

"Yoongi? Can you go get this wrapped up for them?" He passes me an apologetic look. I take the bouquet to the back, wrapping it in the plastic sleeve and the tag.

I always write some sort of poetry on the tag, for situations like these? Usually something lovey-dovey. And that seems like what Yeongsun asked for.

Once it's finished, I pass the roses to him.

He turns the tag over, reading it, "Aw, You belong with me, that's perfect! You do belong with me, Y/N!"

"I uh, I don't-"

"Let's go! We have more places to go on our date!" Yeongsun cheers. He hands her the roses and rushes her out the door.

(Your POV) [If you don't like angst you can skip to the next chapter :D]

"Yeongsun! Yeongsun!" You call as he drags you through the crowds, "slow down!"

"What? We have so many more places to go!"

"No.. I don't want to." You sighed.

"Why? Don't tell me it was because of that guy back there," He groans, "He was totally eying you"

"Yoongi?"

"Yeah, was that what his name was? You shouldn't talk to people like him. He seems like trouble." 

He grabs your hand again and continues to lead you away from the flower store. Again, you force him to stop.

"Yeongsun, what is this all about? Why do you keep taking me places, or telling people we're on a date?"

He turns to you, "Isn't that what this is? You agreed to this."

"I agreed to hang out with you," you stumble back, "that didn't mean I wanted to go on a date with you. I don't like you that way, Yeongsun" 

"C'mon Y/N, you don't have to pretend. I've heard what your mom tells me. You don't have a boyfriend, you hardly have friends, you spend all your time trapped up in that dumb cafe or writing your book. You keep living through old memories of your childhood, of us."

"I,.. what..." you murmur, "you thought that way?"

"We can all see it. You're afraid to try anything new because you don't want to see it fail," He brings a hand to your chin and forces your eyes to meet his, "I've loved you for a long time, Y/N. I know you love me too. Stop pretending"

"No I don't Yeongsun. Cut it out." You pull yourself away from him, stepping back a bit.

"You really don't like me?" He scoffs.

"No! I never did! I thought we were friends.."

"Oh..." He looks down, "W-We can still be friends, then?"

"I don't know. I don't... I don't think we can anymore" You drop the flowers and walk the opposite direction.

[confessions-official]

I'M SO FUCKING SICK OF LIVING WITH MY MOM!!!! I'm in university and I work from home 3-5 out of 5 days of the week (i'm called to the office pretty randomly) for 6 hours, 8 hours when I have days off from school. obviously I can't afford to move out otherwise I already would have. today i broke down crying. i struggle with time management so bad bc i'm always exhausted, i have hashimoto's disease and i can totally be functional but i have little energy and if i don't manage it well i can end up virtually useless by a certain time of the day. last year i pretty much neglected my health entirely while working and studying: i wasn't sleeping or eating well, i was sedentary, etc. the last few weeks i've been finally FINALLY getting into a routine of excersising at home that works for me. today I put time aside during my lunch break to do a short but intense cardio workout I promised myself I would try to do at least once a week to see my endurance level. My mom calls me as I'm just starting out to tell me she "forgot" she ordered a package and it should be home in 10 minutes. I almost broke down fucking crying. I had to cut everything short and shower to be ready when the package got here. Of fucking course it was delayed so I wasted my break waiting for her package. I can't take it anymore, she always does this and I always tell her i have ZERO ISSUE if she wants me to recieve a package she orders, but to PLEASE check in on me so I can schedule my day around that, or so I can let her know if I'm not available. I have no problem waiting for a package or the plumber or whoever if I'm home but I need to KNOW. she always tells me 10 minutes before "oh btw i called a painter for the kitchen" or "i called a plumber for the bathroom". there was one time when i was SO exhausted after finishing an assignment from school, i had literally not slept for days and I had taken a vacation day from work so when i got home from class i could nap (i was at the level of exhaustion where i knew even if i napped i'd be tired enough to sleep well at night). as im finishing some chores and laying down on the couch she calls me like "oh btw i know i said the painters weren't coming today but i told them yes they can. they're on their way". She NEVER checks to see if i'm available and NEVER checks in on what's going on with me in work and school and basically assumes i'm just in the house all day doing nothing. i can't even go out for a walk or to get coffee during my break bc if i miss something she gets pissed at me and says i'm unreliable. i decided i'm moving out with a friend by the end of the year even if it's a one room apartment, because she won't change. she's grown and she has clearly communicated she does not give a shit about my time (we have discussed this multiple times and she's like yea yea okay i'll let you know and she doesn't change). i don't know how the fuck i'm going to move my desktop computer to wherever the fuck i move to (i don't have a laptop, cannot afford one if i want to move out soon, and i 100% need a computer for work and school) but i don't care. i'll figure something out.

 

[sprinklethetangerine]

The past 3 days have been nightmarish.

Wednesday. I really really didn't wanna fucking go to my shit school but I had a science fair project I needed to work on so I got up out of bed and went to school with a headache wishing i coud just go home and back to sleep. The day was hectic, and I ended up missing math cause I was working on the science fair project, but we didn't end up doing much anyway, and we had no other time that we could work on it for the rest of the day so we ended up agreeing that I would go to her house to work on the project which was very not good because all I wanted at that point was for the day to be over and me to go the fuck home and sleep, but fine, I'll just work on the stupid project, it's fine. We end up finishing the project after lots of pain and suffering and all I wanted to do then was close my eyes and sleep but I had to wait for my mom to come pick me up so fine whatever. We sat around for hours until my mom finally got there at 9 pm and I got home super late. Then I realized I did not eat shit the whole day but I wanted to sleep so I just grabbed a quick snack that barely counts as a meal and went to sleep hungry and fucking tired as shit. Day over.

Thursday. Science fair day, I once again didn't want to go but I can't just ditch my team the day if the science fair so fine. I get up and go tired and still hungry. I end up missing lunch break adding final touches on our project and I don't get to eat. We set up on our table and get ready to present. We stand for what feels like forever before the teachers finally make it to our table only to turn around and look at the table in front of us. But that's fine we're gonna be next after those guys anyway. They see their project then turn around about to go to our table only for a previous table who's project wasn't working to go "wait we fixed the problem" so they turned around and went to them. Okay, fine, no big deal, it's fine, we're after them anyway. So they finish with that and come over to us only for another previous project to call them over for something and at that point I wanted to strangle someone especially since one of our members kept disappearing without explanation and I was worried she might run off right as we need to present and me and the other girl would have to present on our own, but it ended up fine as we dragged her back at the very last minute that the judges FINALLY showed up at our table. We present our project, get compliments on it from the judges, then head back to class to FINALLY sit down. I sew some people have noodles, I want noodles too. I ask where they got them, they say a student is making them in the teacher's lounge for money (all the teachers were busy with the science fair) so I head to the teacher's lounge and ask and she says "oh we just ran out of noodles, sorry." Great. Still no food. After the science fair, everyone is tired, but there's still two more hours left of the school day so we all reluctantly head to class and all the teachers are just pissed for no reason at all and they're like extra annoying today for some reason. Everyone is tired just let us eat, please let us live dude. So the day is FINALLY over after 8 hours of pain and suffering and I get ready to go the fuck home. Guess what? I have to WALK HOME. So tired and hungry I just get up and walk the fuck home and flop down on the couch fully prepared to do absolutely nothing for the rest of the day... ONLY FOR MY SISTER TO BARGE INTO THE HOUSE FROM WORK AND REMIND ME THAT I HAVE TO GO TO THE FUCKING DANCE CLASS SHIT. So I get up, pull out the first thing I see in the closet that semi-matches and just get in the car. Still tired. Still hungry. We make it there LATE and realize we didn't bring water. Great. So we go through the dance, and my pants are an absolute NIGHTMARE to move in, and I immediately regret my outfit choices. Then we go home to find my mom rearranged the entire house and I have to get used to it now. Fine. What's important is that we're finally home. When I think it's finally over my sister wants to do just dance and karaoke with my cousin who was with us at the time and apparently I have no choice in being part of it. Fine. At least I finally get to eat since we're home. So I get food and eat and we watch stuff and do dances or whatever then I finally... FINALLY sleep at like 4 am. Fully intending to not go to school tomorrow.

Friday. I wake up at 9 am. Wish I could sleep some more, but I should probably get up so whatever. I get up and watch TV for a bit expecting to rest today then my sister calls saying "LETS GO TO CHUCK E CHEESE" and I can't pass an offer like that up because the prospect of a Chuck E. Cheese in the country I love in is insane and I have to see it for myself. I get dressed and we go to Chuck E. Cheese then head home. I'm about to go to sleep when my sister suggests we watch something so fine I guess we'll watch. We watch for a bit and I run off to bed at like 2 am. Tired, but thankfully, not hungry this time.

Today. I wake up at 5 am. I am tired and kinda feeling sick, but I have archery today and I also have an entire story to write by Tuesday because I have made no progress and I don't really want to do either. I mean I do want to do them but I mostly jsut want some rest. The past few days have been terrible and I just want to sleep for like 10 hours. School is gonna kill me and the stupid dance class and archery class do not help. I also have to clean my room because it's been bothering me for a while. I just want some rest.