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[jacqcrisis]

Lmao looks like my deadbeat sperm donor finally got a job that doesn't pay him under the table. Took 31 years for him to start paying child support, but better late than never I guess.

[beachbabe000]

A stiff // Matt sturniolo

description: Matt disapproves of your date

Warnings: Smut, the usual things that come with smut, fem reader.

It’s been about 9 months since me and Matt had broken up. Still being friends with his brothers though you still hang out. Which has been harder for him than it has me. It makes sense because I was the one who broke up with him.

It’s been hard for me as well. But he’s visibly uncomfortable every time you see each other. I still try to keep things friendly. It’s not like I wanted to lose him completely as a friend. We did start as friends and it was a good friendship, but we’re currently still in the process of fixing it.

Which is probably why the day all of us were out eating and I mentioned that I had a date that weekend, he got upset.

“What? A date?” He asked in a obviously upset way. We all looked over at him. “Yes?” you respond. You didn’t think that at this point it would be that big of a deal. You haven’t gone out with anyone since they broke up.

“Matt chill. Don’t freak out.” Nick says to him. “How could I not freak out Nick?” Nick gives him a confused look. Every one else seemed to think the same as you about the whole situation. “It’s just a date dude. It’s not the end of the world.” Chris chimes in, mouth full of his burger. Matt starts to get up and grabs his key, “I’m gunna wait in the car.” He walks out of the restaurant. I’m watching him from behind as he leaves. “Dude. Don’t worry about him. He’s just still salty.”

I look at Chris, “But how? It’s been 9 months. It’s been almost a year.” Nick goes to open his mouth to respond but Chris interrupts him. “He’s just still in love with you.” My eyes widen. “Chris! Don’t fucking interrupt me.” Then looks over at me again. “Don’t let that hold you back though. You can do whatever you want. It’s your life.” I nodded, looking down at my fries. It did affect me, but Nicks right.

The day of your date you were over at their house. Nick was helping you pick out an outfit. “Slay. I hated the other one. This one’s it.” Sitting in his bed against the headboard fiddling with some random object. I took a deep breath looking at myself in the mirror. “You sure?” “Oh yeah. You look amazing.” I nodded, “Okay, well, here goes nothing.”

He had pulled up to their house to pick you up, it was the easiest since you were hanging out with Nick. You pull the door open and get in, “Hey! Thanks for picking me up.” He doesn’t even glance in my direction. “Yeah no problem. So i’ve got a pretty cool place picked out. I think you’ll enjoy it.” As he starts driving. “Okay cool. I’m excited.” A smile plastered on your face.

What you didn’t know was, someone was watching from their window as you drove away.

You were halfway through dinner. Things were going well. He was super polite, very sweet. Though he seemed a bit boring. “I’ll be right back.” You say as you start to stand up. “Where are you going?” He asks, giving a hard stare. You were taken aback by this response. “The bathroom?” You say pushing your chair back in. “Sure, you can go.” I furrowed my eyebrows. Did he just give me permission to go to the bathroom? I didn’t realize I needed to ask.

I walk to the bathroom shaking my head at the audacity. Once I’m done and washing my hands I get a phone call. I look down at my phone to see it’s Matt. “Yes Matt?” I answer, slightly annoyed he’s calling me in the middle of my date.

“Your date looks like a stiff.” A confused expression crossed my face. “What do you mean? You didn’t even see him.” His next response caught me off guard. “I bet he can’t even kiss you as good as I can. If it were me I would have already bent you over that bathroom sink, no fucks given on who walked in.” My eyes widened. What the fuck. “Matt did you follow me?!” You kind of yell into the phone. Though he was kind of right. Matt was not nearly as uptight as this guy was.

“Why don’t you ditch him and come out to my car. I can show you a better time.” “Seriously Matt? You have no right to pull this shit.” He chuckles on the other end. “Come out to the car y/n. You won’t regret it. This guy looks like he can’t even eat pussy good. I know you miss the way I make you feel.” Your thighs clench together. He wasn’t wrong. But you felt some kind of way about just leaving your date. “I’ll be waiting outside. You know where to go.” I shook my head and hung up on him with no answer.

I walk back to my table and take my seat. “Why were you gone so long?” I look at him. “I had something in my eye. It took a minute to get it out.” “Hmph.” I watch as they bring our food out and sit it in front of us. “Excuse me, this isn’t what I ordered.” He says to the waitress. I look at his plate, it’s exactly what he ordered. “Sorry sir, what is it I can get you?” She asks politely. “Better service. You can’t even comprehend a simple request. You just lost 5% of your tip.”

My eyes widened at him. “Are you serious?” I ask completely appalled by his actions. “What?” He looks at me with disgust. I sigh. I take my napkin and place it on the table. “Excuse me, I need some fresh air.” I start to get up. “Did I say you could leave?” He leans back and crosses his arms. I chuckle and roll my eyes. “You, have no right, to tell me anything.” I storm out of the restaurant.

Walking outside in a very angry manner I start walking down the sidewalk, my heels clicking on the ground. I’m looking around trying to find Matts car. Luckily, he pulled right up next to me coming to a stop. Rolling down the window he calls out, “Get in princess.” With a shit eating grin, knowing he was right. I give him a “watch it” look and reach out to open the door. I slam the door next to me and cross my arms. He glances over to me, looking me up and down. “Seems like that went well.” He chuckles. “Matt, don’t”

We’re driving down the road. “Where are we going?” You ask. He shrugs his shoulders. “Wherever you want to go.” Placing a hand on my thigh and squeezing it. I can’t lie that this response made my legs squeeze together. He smirked knowing what just happened. He started to squeeze my thigh again, rubbing his hand up and down. “Where do you want to go sweetheart?” He looks over at me, seeing the state he’s put my in. My arms still crossed but visibly becoming turned on. He moves his hand up higher, bringing my tight black dress with it. My breath hitches.

He was right. I don’t think anyone would be able to make me feel how he could. “hmm?” He’s trying to get me to answer and I’m just trying keep myself from getting too wet at his touch. He was taunting and teasing me at this point, knowing the affect he has on me. I sighed out as his hand skimmed the outline of my pussy. “Anywhere.” I breathed. “You got it.”

He pulled us into a dimly lit parking lot and put the car in park. Not removing his hand, he uses the other one to grab the back of my neck and pull me to his mouth. I kissed him back immediately. Wrapping my hands in his hair. He moved his mouth to my neck. “Get in the back.” He breathed into my ear. I quickly obliged and we got out of the car and got into the back. He grabbed me as soon as we shut the doors, pulling me under him and grabbing my leg pulling it up to his hip. His other hand went back to my pussy, rubbing circles on my clit. I moaned into his mouth. He pushed the dress up over my hips and pulled off my thong.

As soon as he had it off he moved down and put my knees over his shoulders, diving into my warmth. He was rough, sensual, and most importantly really good at what he was doing. “Fuck” I breathed out as he sucked on my clit. He chuckles into me sending vibrations through my body. “Oh my god Matt.” I grabbed onto his locks. He removed his mouth and looked up at me, pushing a finger in and pumping it in and out. “Who’s pussy is this?” He asks in a husky tone. My head is back against the doors armrest, unable to move. “Sweetheart?” He starts pumping faster. “Ugh” I groan out. “Who’s?” He asks again, putting another finger in. “Yours” I moaned out. “Sorry I didn’t hear you.” He adds a third finger. “Oh my god. Yours Matt!” I loudly moan out his name.

He chuckles and dives back in licking circles on my clit. Pumping his fingers in and out. It was too much. I start squirming under him. “Matt I can’t I, fuck” He uses his other hand to hold my hips down, keeping me still. “Come on baby. Let go.” As soon as those words left his mouth I came.

He removes his hands and mouth and moves up to hover over me. “I told you he was a stiff. Did you really think anyone could do this better than I can?” I just looked up at him, too out of breath to speak. He smiled down at me. His pants were already unbuttoned as I used my feet to kick them and his boxers down. He chuckles looking down at my feet. “Did you want something?” He asks, rubbing my hair from my face. I groan. “Matt.” “What do you want?”

“Matt you know what I want.” I pull him closer to me by his shirt and kiss him. Between kisses he asks again, “What do you want? Tell me.” I throw my head back against the arm rest again, “Fuck” He’s rubbing his naked cock against me now. “Fuck me Matt.”

He takes that as the go to and rams himself into me. Over and over again, hard. It doesn’t stop. He just keeps going, his stamina is amazing and always has been. I can’t stop myself from moaning his name. And he takes so much joy in that.

“Say it again,” He says between thrusts, “Who’s pussy is this?” His thrusts becoming deeper and deeper. I groan uncontrollably, “Yours Matt, yours.” He groans looking down at me. “you ever gunna let someone else have it?” I’m so close at this point I can’t contain myself, “No never again” I moaned, “Maaatttt” I moaned so loud as I come on to his dick.

With that he moaned out my name and lost everything.

We fell down beside each other in the back of the car.

I look over at him, locking lips in a passionate kiss. Breaking away, I look into his eyes. Those ocean blues. “Thank you for following me” I whispered into his mouth. “My pleasure angel.” He breathes into mine. We meet into another kiss before heading back to his house.

[natti-ice]

Would You Have Me?- Sirius Black.

Pairing: Sirius Black x fem!reader

Summary: Y/N is the only person in Sirius’ life he truly cares about, he wouldn’t mind if it was only them

Warnings: modern high school au!, written in third person (she/her pronouns) (1.6k words)

Author's note: this is a reupload, I wrote this a while ago!

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The final bell rang, it was Friday hundreds of students poured out of the school doors ready for the weekend. Y/N was among the swarm of kids, headed toward her bus. Thankful it was the weekend, this week had been a lot on her. Off in the distance, she could hear her name over the loud voices. Looking around shielding her eyes from the sun, she could see a tall boy headed her way. 

It was Sirius

"There you are," he said when he reached her, throwing his arm around her shoulder "Where are you off to?" he asked

"My bus" she pointed to the big yellow vehicle

"C'mon, I'll take you home" he offered

"Really?" she asked

"Yeah, you can tell me all about your day"

They walked to the student parking lot, Sirius drove a black '89 Dodge charger. It was a little squeaky, but he loves that car. 

He opens the passenger door for Y/N, closing it once she was in. Sirius Drove the long way to her house so they could talk longer.

"How was your day, dear?" he asks pulling out of the campus

"It was fine, I'm glad the week is over. Everything has been a lot lately" 

It was their junior year, everyone is starting to worry about their futures. Their career, college, exams, everything stressful. 

"I know what you mean, it feels like we have to know everything about the future before it happens" he replies

They continue their conversation all the way to Y/N's house. They've always been able to tell each other everything without feeling judged. Nowadays, it feels like you have to make sure everything is perfect because the whole world is watching, waiting for you to fall.

He was her safe place, and she was his. 

Sirius pulls up in front of her house, parking the car.

"Thanks for the ride, Sirius" she says opening the car door

"Of course, love. Hey, do you wanna hang out tomorrow?" he asks

"Yeah, sure I'll ask my parents. I'll text you" she answers

"Great, I'll see you soon then" He smiles

"Bye" she says closing the door.

He waits for her to go inside before driving off like he does every time. He sees her almost every day, but he still gets excited when they hang out. It's like a new experience every time, even when they've done it one hundred times before.

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When he got home, he waited anxiously for her text. Her parents have never said no before, but it still made him a little nervous. He's made sure over the years that her parents liked him, he didn't want them to think he was just some guy who was only hanging out with their daughter to get in her pants.

He started his homework that probably won't get finished till Monday morning, checking his phone every few minutes.

Finally, after what felt like an hour, she texted him

parents said it's cool What did you have in mind?

 Movie? Wonka is still showing. Stay at my place after?

Timothee Chalamet? HELL YEAH! Definitely down for a sleepover

 Great! I'll pick u up at 4

See you then! <3

He was happy that she could come, he liked being able to get out of the house and escape with her. Everyone has family issues, his family was distant from each other. It was almost like they were roommates, not a family. His parents didn't care if he was gone or if he had someone over.

His brother stayed in his room most of the day when he got home from school. Their bond was limited to short interactions in the dining room on special occasions.

Y/N was his real family, she was always there for him whenever he needed her. At school, many people claimed to be his friend, they'd say hey in the hallway or talk about some game that happened the night before. None of them would actually have a real meaningful conversation with him.

He didn't get why he was so popular, he was sociable and easy on the eyes sure, but nobody knew the real him. It seemed like they had all made a false version of him in their heads. A mysterious ladies' man who could have anyone he wanted.

That wasn't true at all, he wasn't a mystery at all. He was very open once you got to know him, only Y/N had ever made the effort to do so. The whole 'ladies' man' thing was really funny to him. He'd never had a serious girlfriend, a few dates here and there but nothing real.

Many of those girls thought that him and Y/N had a thing going on so they would stop talking to him completely. At first he didn't know why they would think that, he thought their friendship seemed very platonic. Then he realized some of the things they would do seemed a little too friendly.

That didn't stop him. If he was honest, he didn't care about those girls at school. If there was only one girl in the world and he had to pick her. It would be Y/N. Always Y/N.

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Saturday came around, Sirius waited all day for 4 o'clock. He didn't like to be late, he pulled up in front of her house a few minutes early so he could greet her parents.

Turning off his car, walking up to the front door. He rings the doorbell that has a little camera on it. A few seconds later, her mother opens the door

"Sirius, how are you, dear?" she asks bringing him in for a hug

'I'm great, Mrs. L/N. How's everything?"

"Everything's fine, Y/N should be ready by now." she told the boy "Y/N, Sirius is here!" she yelled up the stairs

She came down the stairs, a small bag in her hand. 

"Sorry, had to make sure I had everything, are you ready?" she asks Sirius

"Yeah, I'll see you later, Mrs. L/N" 

He and Y/N get in his car, driving to the local movie theater. 

That movie was almost 3 hours long, but that's okay. They didn't mind sitting in a dark room together in silence. It was much later, the sun was starting to set when they headed towards Sirius' house.

His parent's car wasn't in the driveway thankfully, awkward hellos are never fun. They realize they're starving and order take out.

Once it finally arrives, he takes her up to his room. Passing by Regulus' room, she could hear gunfire from some video game.

"Don't mind him, it's like he's married to the game. Hardly comes out the room" Sirius explains opening his bedroom door.

It was relatively clean, only because he knew she was coming over. His walls were lined with movie posters from the 80s and now, some of his favorite vinyls, and photo booth pictures of him and Y/N from various locations.

He made sure his space represented him. The real him. 

They spend the next couple of hours eating and watching random videos on youtube until they got bored of it. Putting on Evermore on as background music as they talked.

Both of them are sitting on the floor, Sirius leaning against the wall, Y/N against his bed

They jumped from topic to topic as the night progressed, getting into the more personal topics. A few weeks ago, Y/N started talking to a boy named Kevin. She seemed to have liked him until she stopped talking about him.

Sirius had been curious about that for a while, he thought it was a good time to ask

"Whatever happened to that Kevin guy? I thought you two were getting serious" he asks

"Oh him? That's long gone" she shrugged, "He said he just didn't feel anything for me" she explained, she didn't show it but she was a little hurt by the boy's words.

"Oh my god, he sucks. Anyone would be more than lucky to have you" He was mad that anyone would treat her like this. "Fuck that guy"

"It's alright, I didn't need him in my life" she wanted to get the topic off her "What about you? Anyone new in your life?"

"Nah" he smiles "I don't want anyone new, honestly"

"What do you mean?" she asks

"I'm happy just having you in my life, sometimes I wish it could always just be you and me" he says in a low voice

"That would be great, honestly. Just us against the world" she agrees

"Y/N?" his voice barely above a whisper, fidgeting with a ring on his hand

"Yeah?" 

He swallowed before replying, "I think I'm in love with you"

"What?" she laughed nervously, he got up and sat next to her

"When I think of my future, having a family and owning a house, you're there right next to me. I've tried to convince myself that it's only because there isn't anyone else in my life" He pauses searching her face for any sort of bad emotion "I know now, it's because I don't want anyone else in my life but you"

Y/N's brain was all over the place, trying to figure out what to say. Sirius has been her rock for so long, she had a small crush on him. She didn't think he would ever reciprocate it

"I don't know what to say" she admits

"That's alright, you don't have to say anything. If you're willing, maybe we could see if this goes anywhere?" 

She reaches down grabbing his hand, lacing her fingers with his. "I think we can make it work" she smiles "After all, we're still getting married at 30 right?" she laughed

"Right Right. A pact is a pact, dear" he smiles

She gives him a small kiss on the cheek, slowly pulling away. Their faces were dangerously close together, warm breath fanning against their skin. Y/N closes the distance. Their lips perfectly fitting each other, just like they were made for each other.

Sirius pulled away, not wanting things to get carried away. Y/N rest her head on his shoulder

"So, what color should our invitations be?"

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[peachhcs]

I feel like will and Sammy were one of those friends that like took naps while cuddling, or maybe at any free time they would be together, sometimes they said flirty comments to each other and still be like “we are best friends, we would never like each other”

no, no we’re just friends | the wonder years

hughes!sister x will smith au (samy + will)

1.5k words

takes place fall of will’s first dev program year (samy is a junior) this was genuinely so fun to write. i added some more plot to it, i hope that’s okay, but keep sending in requests for the wonder years i love writing their younger dynamic!

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a weekend of no hockey games? not even traveling? those types of weekends were rare for the boys. 

they'd been on the move since the start of the season in august meaning two straight months of nonstop hockey every day, every week, every weekend. things were hectic–chaotic even—but they loved it. playing hockey everyday? it was the dream and so was finally getting to sleep in on saturday morning without worrying about waking up at ungodly hours for morning practice. 

the boys scattered themselves across the hughes family living room after a long night in ann arbor. what other way would they spend their free weekend besides driving an hour to samy's house where ellen welcomed them with open arms—secretly excited that her house was filled with people again. 

things were quiet now that the brothers were gone even though luke came back every weekend to do his laundry. 

samy excitedly showed them around the city she grew up in for most of her life with will chirping in every now and then with tidbits from the places he's visited. surprisingly, the boys were really into the museum of art by the university, especially ryan and drew. 

"no way someone painted that," ryan mumbled as their gazes stared up at the large 4 foot painting hanging off the wall. 

"i could do it better," aram shrugged earning a slap on the arm from jacob. 

"no you could not," the brunette muttered, shaking his head. 

the two began quietly bickering about who could paint better. will rolled his eyes before flicking over to briefly meet samy's gaze who lingered beside the blonde. she softly giggled at his friends' antics which resulted in a soft smile on the boy's lips. 

"i'd really like to see you guys try and paint," samy cut into their bickering as she led the way to the next painting. 

"you think we can't paint?" jacob raised his eyebrow at the girl. she only shrugged. 

"let's be real, you can't paint to save your life," ryan added with his own laughter. 

"uh, i can to. i took art classes my freshman year," jacob defensively crossed his arms. 

"ooh, so cool," ryan's mimicry voice made the group laugh. 

the banter didn't stop the entire time they were in the art museum. at least not until they made it to the natural history museum where the boys were really excited to look at dinosaurs. samy couldn't help but giggle as she watched the six boys hurry to see the t-rex up close. 

"how do you think they got it here?" gabe wondered. 

"a plane?" drew raised his eyebrow. the dark-haired boy smacked him on the arm, rolling his eyes. "smartass," gabe mumbled. 

"what's your favorite dinosaur?" will wondered over the commotion of the other guys. 

the girl's eyes slid to his, sparking some in the light while she thought about her answer. "good question. i really like rhinos. they don't have any in this museum though," she finally decided with a tiny smile. 

"didn't quinn buy you a rhino stuffed animal however many years ago?" the blonde asked. 

"he did! it was like my 7th birthday or something. i can't believe you remembered that," the youngest hughes chuckled. 

"only because i remember we sent you the nerf guns after being upset all summer that your brothers had them and you didn't," will informed making samy laugh again. 

"those were the best gift. i think we still have them in our basement somewhere, but i definitely lost all the..what do you call them? pellets?" the two shared another small laugh before the group headed to a different exhibit. 

after the museums, luke graciously met up with all of them and took them to dinner close to campus (but secretly ellen sent him money to pay for all eight of them because poor luke was a broke college student). the boys were definitely excited to see luke and they got him into a long conversation about hockey and what college was like. 

samy and will were at one at one end of the table where they immersed themselves in their own conversation again letting the others talk luke up because the two already saw him all the time. 

"happy there's no saturday practice tomorrow?" the brunette wondered, sipping on her lemonade. 

"mhm. i don't think i've really slept in since like..i moved here," will chuckled. 

"do you ever sleep in though? i'm pretty sure i always hear you awake at like eight in the morning with luke and jack at the lake house," samy raised her eyebrow which brought a flush to will's face. 

"you gotta get up early to hit the green," the boy argued referring to all the times they went golfing. 

"oh, right, right. how could i forget?" samy made a face. 

a small silence settled between them as their eyes drifted down the table where their friends excitedly talked with luke. something warmed in both of their chests seeing how well they everyone got along. samy really couldn't be more happier that will introduced her to these boys and seeing how much her brother loved them all too. will thought the exact same thing. 

the two years ahead were gonna be the best years. will knew it and so did samy. 

it was late when the group made it back to the hughes house. ellen and jim already had the air mattresses blown up meaning everyone immediately collapsed on sight after changing into pajamas. samy made herself comfortable beside will who briefly scrolled through his phone. the girl had a small cup of ice cream in her hand, quickly offering some to the blonde. 

"mm love rocky road," will hummed as he took the bite. 

"i know we have the same taste," the brunette giggled. she fished around for the remote before turning the tv on the lowest setting and flipping to some random movie playing. 

the girl stretched out, letting her eyes grow sleepy. her head dipped onto will's shoulder making the boy flush briefly before he hooked his arm around her own shoulders. this wasn't abnormal for the two, especially after the past summer. they'd become a lot more touchy with one another, always poking and prodding—so a head on the shoulder as samy fell asleep wasn't something the two thought twice about. 

not until the morning where they were in the same position except samy's head fell more onto will's chest with one of her arms spread out across his torso. the guys woke up before they did and ryan was the first one to notice the sleeping pair curled up on the couch together. 

"dude, look," the brunette nudged drew's shoulder who slowly sat himself up while rubbing the sleep from his eyes. 

"are we sure smitty doesn't like her?" drew mumbled with a tiny snicker. 

"he's gotta or something. i mean look at them!" ryan exclaimed. 

all of the guys were still in denial about will saying he didn't have feelings for samy and never has. they were literally staring at the two asleep together. gabe, aram, and jacob woke up a few minutes later hearing ryan and drew's voices. 

"why are you guys talking so damn loud?" aram grumbled. 

"look at smitty and hughesy," ryan urged his friends. the other three shifted their gazes towards the sleeping pair and they immediately understood what the fuss was about. 

"damn. if i didn't know any better.." jacob trailed off earning laughs across the group. 

"should we wake them up?" gabe asked as ryan took some pictures on his phone for later use whenever will wanted to try and deny his feelings. 

"i think your voices were loud enough.." samy's eyes fluttered open. the boys immediately quieted down, but the smirks didn't disappear on their faces. 

samy slowly sat up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. will shifted against the couch, his own eyes opening up too. 

"good morning love birds," ryan sang. 

"oh this again," samy playfully rolled her eyes. 

"what do you mean this again? you guys were literally cuddling," aram pointed out and all of the guys nodded in agreement. 

"and?" the girl raised her eyebrow, gazing over at will briefly who was now fully awake. 

"and? y'all are acting like a couple!" ryan exclaimed again. 

samy and will instantly bursted into laughter which left the boys silent and confused. 

"no, no we're just friends," the brunette got out through her laughter. 

"friends don't cuddle," drew cut in. 

"yes they do. i cuddle with my friends all the time. you guys are just afraid to," samy argued, pushing herself off the couch. she looked down at will for confirmation. he saw the guys' looks, knowing exactly what they were thinking. 

"come on, we're just friends. it's nothing," the boy agreed with samy. 

"exactly, thank you. can we stop making a big deal out of it and get breakfast?" the boys looked between the two for a few more seconds before deciding to drop the subject for now, but still not believing a word either of them said. 

[fandoms-in-law]

How I'll Play

Summary: Steve's grandmother sends him an investment and big collection of gifts for his 21st. Small thing is, She thinks he's her Granddaughter.

Authors Notes: Playing with the idea I had yesterday over Steve liking Sylvanian Families and only playing D&D with them, Thanks to @frostfairysteve for the information on when they came out. (also for the fact I know those 2 D&D races XD)

Continued in Come Play With Us

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Steve family are all rich and all distant. He remembered once as a child a family reunion being arranged and being scared of all the strangers there. Apparently his father had 3 brothers all older and all with their own families, but also his grandparents had invited second cousins and cousins once removed and for whatever reason everyone had made time for it.

Looking back at the event now, Steve was pretty sure the main reason everyone turned up was that they were hopeful this could be a chance to increase the inheritance they could get from his grandparents. He doubted that would have been effective for anyone and is relatively sure that except for occasional cards on holidays and birthdays still considered most of his relatives as strangers.

It did encourage him not to have too much fun when taking himself to a city for a weekend away, simply because he didn't want to accidentally seduce a relative into a one night stand without knowing it. The joys of things that teach safe sex for the strangest reasons.

He didn't usually think about his family beyond that. They were just people who shared in his gene pool, just like the parents he barely saw any more.

Except his Grandmother seemed to challenge that when his twenty-first birthday came bringing a delivery with a note from her.

'Dear Steven,

I cannot recall why your mother decided on such a name for such a charming girl as you were at the family reunion so many years ago, but for all my grandchildren I've brought investments in a company as well as a large collection of the things they make as they turn 21.

For you, and your fascination with figurines and dolls that I remember, I chose to invest in Sylvanian Families. They're almost as adorable as you were when young.

A very happy birthday to you and remember to manage your investments wisely.

Your Grandmother,

Antoinette Harrington

He had to read the note 3 times before bursting into laughter. He knew his family was distant, but apparently they're distant enough to have changed his gender in their memories, although he does recall for a short time enjoying dolls before his father dictated otherwise and forbid him from them.

It had only been recently, and only around Robin, that he'd began allowing himself to be curious over typically feminine things beyond his hair since that time, but it was flattering to think that somehow he'd acted feminine enough the only time he'd met his grandparents that he was remembered as such.

“Steve? You remember we said we'd go shopping together for birthday looks for tonight, right?” Robin asked, letting herself in since he was laughing enough he hadn't heard her knocks. Steve had tried to insist he could pick her up, but according to her, he shouldn't be driving everyone around on his birthday, so she got Eddie to agree to play chauffeur for the day.

“Read this and tell me I'm not imagining things, Robbie. Please tell me I didn't misread that. Also I need to see just what is in these packages before I go anywhere.” Steve grinned over at her, waving at Eddie as he leant around the door.

Eddie came over too, leaning over Robin's shoulder as she read since Steve hurried into the kitchen for scissors to open the parcels.

There were 4 big parcels but as he got the boxes open only 2 of them had big items in them, what appeared to be dolls houses and furniture. The rest were filled with solid dolls, slightly velveted of every kind of animal he could think of, all in families, or separate babies that matched one of the family groups and dressed in adorable slightly old fashioned looking outfits.

“You're her granddaughter now. I'm sorry Stevie, but for a gift this big and the investment that was also in the envelope behind this is big, you have to be female from now on.” Robin teased, snickering herself and sitting on the floor beside him to see everything he was pulling out.

Steve shrugged a little. “You tell me what dress size I should get and I'll be the belle of the ball for the party Joyce is insisting on throwing.”

“How long ago was this reunion? Any you're happy about that?” Eddie asked, visibly stunned, but not annoyed or any reaction that left Steve concerned.

“Thrilled. Robbie and I have been trying make-up looks and I was already wondering if I should try a skirt tonight. This seems like a sign that I definitely should.” Steve grinned up, answering the second question first. “And I honestly don't know. I think I was maybe five, possibly younger. Definitely wasn't allowed dolls for too long before my father banned them.”

Eddie shook his head, coming to sit beside him too finally, “Cool, I'll kill the boys characters in the next session if anyone says anything about that. If you do get a dress, that is.”

Steve's grin gentled to a smile, before a thought struck him at the allusion to D&D. He'd seen their figurines before, had let them host Hellfire at his home a few times now, enough even Eddie's bandmates were beginning to relax and suddenly thought he wouldn't might playing in a similar way with these cute guys. “Hey, you can get animals walking and talking in D&D, right?”

For a moment Robin and Eddie blinked at him, then Robin started cackling. “I bet even if they don't Eddie is about to figure out how to, Stevie! Hell, I'm joining in too.”

Eddie blinked at her too before slowly nodding, “Normally called other things, like Procyons and Avalis but yes, there are bipedal intelligent animals in D&D.”

“Tell the party to start making characters like that to play and help me and Bobbin to do so if you want me to play a campaign. I'll only play if these are the figurines used for everyone.” Steve decided, “And look, you even have sets for places we can go to make the mapping even more exciting.” He gestured to the buildings, and some shop sets that he'd pulled out of the packages but hadn't opened unlike a few of the families that had caught his eye.

“Fucking Hell, Yes! I can do that! Can I stay here to plan the campaign too, check what I've got to work with?” Eddie's smile grew slowly but was soon almost wider than they'd seen it before.

Steve nodded, “Definitely. And this just means we're all more excited for getting back from the shopping trip I was promised. I'll go get ready to head out.”

As he walked away Robin started to calm down but one look at the pout Eddie had over being told he couldn't jump straight into planning set her off laughing uncontrollably all over again.

[reinelefey]

Being born was something that almost didn't happen for me. Something I've been reminded of all of my life.

My mother was sixteen, rebelling against her parents, acting out when they ignored her reports of what he brother and his friends did to her. Never getting therapy, never knowing how to handle what happened to her, she is hypersexual. She wants to feel worth something. She sleeps with five men, some far older than her, and hopes it will be enough. It isn't.

Instead, it is the beginning of me. Conceived in a back country road, to a woman who claimed she didn't know she was pregnant until 8 weeks before my birth. A lucky stroke she says to me often, as her parents wanted her to abort me. (Some days, I still wish she had. I didn't ask to be in this world, and given the evidence, I'm not sure the world asked for me, either.)

She didn't. And thus began the first battle for the custody of myself. My grandparents pitted against my mother. The legal system biased toward the birthgiver means I miss out on the early childhood I could have had. Instead I am left with my mother as she bounces from man to man, home to home. She loved me, then, for what it was worth. I was a little model for JC Penny, I was always lauded for my behaviour, my intelligence, my ability to read at a young age.

My grandparents had visitation. I got to see them two weekends a month, and I never knew anything different. They always asked me about the handprints on my body, the red marks, the bruises. I demurred. I was an active, clumsy child! I broke my arm playing with a ball in a soft ground horse field! I bumped into things, I fell off things. Never the truth. Never telling how I was disciplined. Never telling about the things I witnessed. The things I was made to do.

The first stepdad I remember owned his own company. John, he was called. He owned a house,- beautiful red brick, large yard, long curved driveway- my mother's dream house. We had a dog called Thor, and many cats. He beat my mother after I went to bed, and taught me to call her names. I can imagine now how jarring it is for a four year old to call you a dirty bitch.

The next one helped us escape him. He had baggage. A dead daughter, an ex wife, an anger problem he took out on his truck at the time. A habit of forcing a five year old to take him in hand, and give him pleasure. Robert was his name. He saved my mum, but introduced me to my first hell.

I started school around now. I began as the weird kid, and remained that way for the rest of school. I couldn't be friends with girls. I tried. I couldn't understand the internal politics. Boys were easier. We lived in an apartment when the stepdad who married my mum, and forced me to watch porn was arrested for killing his other daughter. The one before me. The one who said no.

We returned to living with his mother, my own mother discounting what I told her about what he had done to me. And then? Then she found James.

We moved into a house. My bedroom at the end of the hall, theirs at the other end. If I lied, I was made to bite the soap, when I cursed I was made to drink a tablespoon of Tabasco, after I held it in my mouth until I cried. (I got good at making myself cry.)

Wall sits, eight count body builders, standing in the corner for hours, getting beaten if I look away... James was an ex army Ranger. He'd been in desert storm, and my mum tried to convince me he was my real dad. (Thank god she lied.) He made me call him daddy, and then he took my innocence.

Then I got Bear. Bear was my rottweiler/German Shepherd mix. He was the most loyal dog I've ever had, and slept at my door every night. James suffered several bites. He never told my mum. We moved many times with him. Tennessee, where I walked 4 miles to school in the first grade because my mother didn't want to drive me, and the bus didn't come to the tenement we lived in.

Then to Texas where James raped a 13 year old girl. And got her pregnant. My mum knew, and STAYED with him. I knew my mother wouldn't believe me, if she didn't believe the girl who had his baby, so, I kept my secrets, and took enough Benadryl not to remember when he made me leave the dog outside for the night. My mother had his baby, too. But she still wasn't ready to be a mother. She left me with the newborn, a seven year old, and left to play cards with the neighbour. She still denies she did this, to this day. I can't count the amount of times I collapsed to my knees, begging him to stop crying because I just didn't know what to do.

He had asthma. But it wasn't diagnosed until he almost died. That's why he cried so much. His little lungs HURT. But what did a seven year old know??

At eight, my mum was pregnant again, and we had to run again. This time to Arizona. It may be the only time in my childhood that I was happy. We were only there a few months, before she dragged us back to him in Texas again.

We lived in a cabin, off the grid, even the water was rain water. The beatings, and other things, got worse. I began to hide in the acres of woods around the home. It was me and my dog, and the woods.

When we escaped again, I was nine. We made it to Florida, to my grandparents. The person I was before had been broken. But still, I tried to be who they asked.

Then the towers happened, and my mum got scared she'd die alone. And she decided to move across the country to meet a man who she'd met online. A man who already didn't have custody of two of his kids, a man who drank, lived with his mother, and a man whose family hated me, and my half siblings. I was tortured by this woman. Not allowed to play during the summer, not allowed to go outside. Forced to read and write reports on books I had zero interest in, and if I failed to produce, I'd have my hands hit with a yardstick.

We moved to a trailer with him, and me, four other kids, and a dog. Anything the younger kids did wrong, I was punished for, as "THEY COULDN'T HAVE POSSIBLY DONE IT, THEY'RE BABIES!"

There were not babies, dear reader. One was six. I was barely nine. The abuse continued. I learned to wear several pairs of underpants, so that it hurt less when I got hit. I learned that hiding in the crawlspace in my closet meant a while of peace and quiet, at least, until I came down. The beatings were worse for hiding, but I still climbed up, and immersed myself in Artemis Fowl, Harry Potter, the Gemma Doyle trilogy. Stories of magic, escape, freedom. Stories of all of the things I dreamed of having.

Things came to a head when the children stole food while I was at school, and my "parents" slept in until 2:30 in the afternoon. A solid oaken canoe paddle was broken across my back, hips, and thighs that night. They saw the bruises at school, and finally I saw a light at the end of the tunnel. My grandparents brought me to Florida the march before I turned 10, and I thought things would change.

They didn't though. Not enough...

But that's a story for another day when I've got enough in me to deal with the pain of remembering.

[capricornwriter5]

OUR SEESAW - Chapter 12

Pairing: Min Yoongi x female OC

Genre: idol au, Suga X female OC, smut, fluff, angst, college romance, friends to lovers, exes to lovers, happy ending. ⚠️Warning: mentions of mental health affections, drugs, explicit sex

Words: 3k

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Chapter 12 - Save me

By mid-January, classes had already started. Emm was more than thankful when one of her boring professors ended the class earlier. She used that free time to visit her boyfriend at the restaurant where he worked. Fortunately, Yoongi was on one of his breaks, so they could sit down and talk while having a drink.

"You didn't have to bother coming all the way here." Yoongi shyly commented.

"Bother? Why'd it bothered me coming to see you? You're crazy if you think I'd miss seeing you so shy."

“How annoying…” he whispered as she laughed.

"Cute!" Quickly and without anyone seeing them, Emmy pinched the musician's cheeks, something she loved doing because they were so soft. Of course, Yoongi didn't enjoy it that much and his bitter cat face got worse every time she did it.

"If you stop doing this, I'll show you something I have for you."

"What is it? Tell me!" She ordered looking for something Yoongi had nearby, but besides the hot tea in front of him, there was nothing.

Finally, the boy took something out of his pocket and placed it on the table. There were two tickets for…

"Are we going to the fair together?" Emmy's excited cry nearly deafens Yoongi; to tell the truth, it left him unable to hear properly for a few seconds. The girl had been asking him non-stop for at least two weeks, but Yoongi kept saying no, until he finally gave in to her.

“There are TWO conditions if you want me to give you your ticket.” He warned raising his left eyebrow. “First, NO roller coasters.”

"What if I get on and you wait for me?"

"Deal." He said nodding his head.

"What's the second?" Emmy's question was accompanied by a mischievous smile on the musician's face.

“You'll stay at my house for the weekend. Jin has a trip and…”

"Deal." Said the girl without caring about anything else and taking the ticket from her boy's hand, who smiled looking at her. “Can we go on your motorcycle?”

“Do you really like it that much?”

"I can hug you without you complaining or telling me I'm choking you, of course I like it!"

“Hey… don't make me look so bad. I don't complain when you hug me."

"Yes you do, and you do when I squeeze your cheeks."

“I do it because some days ago I appeared on the radio with red cheeks. They all asked me what had happened to me. I swear I looked like Pikachu.”

Time passed quickly between them laughing, but soon Yoongi had to go back inside. Meanwhile, Emmy would wait for him, she would stay at the same table; after all, she already had several assignments piling up. But before the musician left, Emm took his hand and Yoongi felt something in it.

“Tomorrow at 2:00.”

"Huh?"

Not understanding what she was talking about, Yoongi opened his hand and saw a doctor's card. He recognized the name just by looking at it, he was the best orthopedist in Korea. His brother had mentioned him, but only to refer to how impossible it was for someone like him to see his mother. Had Emmy actually gotten it?

"Make sure she goes."

“Emm, this is impossible, we tried to contact him, but his secretary told us that there's no space for new patients and the price is…”

"Yoongs, hush."

"But freckles..."

"He'll take care of your mom, don't worry about it anymore, okay?"

"Emm, we can't afford this."

“Just take her to the appointment, forget about the rest. Now, come on… you need to work, you don't want to get fired.” She said pushing him.

The whole drive home was about Emmy and Yoongi talking about the doctor's appointment thing. It was very challenging to persuade him to accept the help, but in the end, he did. He did it for his mother, of course, but also because he had made an effort to change certain attitudes that were getting him nowhere, and one of those was not accepting help. Also, Emmy was doing it so selflessly and honestly that Yoongi couldn't say no. According to Yoongi, they agreed that it would be a temporary help and that Yoongi would return all medical expenses to her later. Emmy said yes just to go along with him, but she knew she wouldn't accept anything from Yoongi.

Later, the couple had their piano lesson, then prepared dinner together and ate it while watching a basketball match in the comfort of Emmy's couch. It wasn't something the girl commonly did, but she knew Yoongi was passionate about the sport and it was an important game. To tell the truth, it wasn't that bad, seeing Yoongi that thrilled ended up being very funny. But even more comic was how offended he was that Emmy had fallen asleep. It was enough for the girl to rest her head for a moment on Yoongi's shoulder so that in seconds she would already have snored. After that incident, the musician made sure to ask her every two minutes if she was awake, something that became so irritating that Emm kicked him so he could leave her alone. It wasn't in Emmy's plans to kick him so aggressively; however, Yoongi had caught her about to fall asleep again and that aroused her anger.

While putting ice on Yoongi's leg so the pain could numb, Emmy couldn't suppress her laughter. Yoongi kept whining, even pouting, because of how hard she had hit him.

"I'd NEVER wake you up again. Not only did I end up injured, but I also couldn't finish watching the game."

“Don't be such a crybaby. You didn't even pay attention to the game because you kept bullying me. See what I'm telling you, Yoongs? You can't be without me, you can't even bear to watch a game without me." She teased tickling him until the musician took her hands.

“You are saved ONLY because I must leave early so I can take mom to her appointment.”

“I can tell Mr. Siu to take you." She offered talking about her driver. "I wouldn't mind walking to class with Hobi."

"No, princess, it's enough." He said tucking her hair behind her ear. "You've already helped me more than I can thank you for."

"But…"

Yoongi silenced her with a sweet kiss on the forehead. "Go to sleep, no more practice for today." 

“Good luck with your mom. I'm sure the doctor will help you and sooner than you think, she'll be fine. Call me when you're out of the doctor's appointment."

Yoongi agreed with a smile, and after thanking Emmy again, he left. 

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The next morning, Emmy had barely woken up when there was a knock on the door. She didn't quite understand why her driver was there so early and why he was dressed so formally. 

"Miss, you have to hurry up, we must go!"

“Mr. Siu, what are you talking about? Where are we going? My classes haven't started yet."

“The flight, we're gonna miss the flight! Remember how upset the pilot was the last time you and Mr. Woosung made him wait for two hours.”

"Flight? No… I don't have any scheduled flights.”

"Miss Emmy, you went out yesterday, right?" No… that wasn't it, he knew Emmy, he knew how she woke up when she had gone to a party the night before. He was more than used to seeing her with a headache and in a bad mood from a hangover, and that morning she didn't look like that, she just seemed lost. "Oh no! Please don't tell me you didn't read Hana's emails again." Hana was Emmy's legal representative, she was in charge of dealing with family legal matters, but Emmy had a terrible habit of forgetting to read what she sent her.

That's how she took her cell phone and searched directly for Hana's latest email. The last thing she expected was to see that she was forwarding an email from her family's lawyer's office.

"Shit!" She cursed reading the summons. 

The girl had managed to stay moderately away from the family business while she was studying, she knew that once she graduated, she would have to work with them, but in the meantime, she could avoid awkward encounters with her sister and her father.

Emmy had been more than honest with Hana about how sour her relationship with her family was. She had expressed her wish to have nothing to do with them unless it was absolutely necessary, which was the case that morning. There would be a meeting with the Italian shareholders. Emmy's mother was Italian, which allowed the family business to expand. To tell the truth, the Italian cases generated even more money than the Korean ones, which was why they had constant meetings in Italy. Normally, Emmy would get Hanna to take her place, but when it was meetings with the foreign shareholders, that is, the family on her mother's side, there was no other option but to attend. As much as Seri and Emmy herself would have loved to get rid of that obligation, the email said very clearly that she must attend. 

"Shit..." She repeated still in shock and with the cell phone in her hand. Not only would she have to face her sister, but she would also have to deal with her father and make decisions about things she had no interest in at all. Then, there would be a dinner, where she would be forced to sit next to Seri and then everything would go downhill.

Emmy could mentally depict what that night would be like and the worst part was that they were not imaginary scenarios because when it came to her family, the reality was always worse than fiction, everything always turned out worse than imagined. 

Although there was something not THAT terrible, if it was a meeting with her mother's family, her cousins ​​would be there, and even though Seri had tried several times, she hadn't succeeded in completely ruining Emmy's relationship with them. At least someone wouldn't ignore her at the meeting. It wasn't that her aunts and uncles were nasty people, but they were too busy making money and winning cases to pay any attention to the youngest heiress.

Hana managed to keep Emmy from sharing a plane with her father or Seri. The family had two private planes, one owned by her father and used by no one but him, not even Seri. The second plane was taken in turns by the two sisters and their assistants always made sure that they did not coincide. However, it had not been easy to get the sisters to travel with different schedules. Naturally, the one who had the worst part was Emmy. Seri would arrive in Italy earlier, she would have time to rest, Emmy would take an exhausting flight of almost twelve hours; then, a driver would be waiting for her to take her to her family's offices.

Despite so much agitation, Emmy managed to take the flight. If it hadn't been for Mr. Siu's help, the consequences of Emmy not going to that meeting would have been catastrophic. 

However, it was enough for Emmy to get on that plane for the anxiety and intrusive thoughts to start choking her. Unfortunately, the hands she held onto to try to survive those crises were even deadlier than the first ones, they choked her in a different and deadlier way. Those hands were disguised as fine jewelry that Emmy took out of her bag. They all shared one characteristic, all the pieces of jewelry had clasps, which housed various types of drugs. She could choose what she wanted, she had complete freedom, she always had, the question was, how did she want to feel? Did she need peace? Or maybe a small dose of euphoria? 

It was painfully sad to see such a young girl succumb to drugs like that. She had friends who adored her and a boyfriend who would die for her. There were other options for her, but Emmy had never allowed them to offer a hand; after all, accepting an addiction problem was not easy for anyone.

She chose how she wanted to evade her reality. However, the episode of guilt and regret that followed was dreadful. She had stayed clean for quite some time, longer than she had lasted before, however, some seconds were enough for Emmy to ruin all that progress.

As expected, the meeting turned out to be unbearably awkward, and though she tried not to make eye contact with her sister, Seri missed no opportunity to bug her in countless ways. 

Dinner was no less uncomfortable, every time one of her cousins came up to talk to her, Seri got to avoid it. In fact, the only thing stopping Seri from making a fool of her little sister in front of everyone was that, like it or not, she and Emmy shared a last name, and it would be terribly humiliating if her name were in the same sentence as an incompetent girl.

More than once Emmy excused herself to go to the bathroom and consume something that would help her endure such an evening, but she couldn't abuse it either, if she lost control of herself, Seri would notice. Emm just needed enough drugs to stand firm and not collapse with her sister's comments and her father's apathy and indifference. 

Emm was nailing it, but Seri's slam dunk was just waiting for the perfect moment.

Emmy had been silent until one of her cousins ​​asked her what she thought about how the case of a politician accused of corruption would be handled. Seri had already said a few hours ago what they would do. Since it was an important case and she was such a competent lawyer, nobody said a word. Yet, Emmy identified a mistake that, while it seemed small, could bring down the entire case. For obvious reasons she didn't say anything, she would never dare to interrupt her sister. However, when her cousin asked her, she had just consumed a little more and the adrenaline rush led her to speak. Emmy hated the legal profession, but to Seri's bad luck, her sister was too smart and she had just proved it without intending it. 

Everyone at the table heard her speak and their jaws dropped. Since when was little Emmy so sharp? It was what everyone wondered about. Even her father looked at her intently and then directed a cold look of disappointment at Seri, who took the cup tightly while showing a fake smile while the conversation continued.

"Looks like the college classes are paying off, little sis." Seri commented combing Emmy's hair with her hands. Having her that close was so threatening that Emm felt her hands begin to shake as Seri leaned a little closer to speak into her ear. "Too bad Mom can't be here. Who knows? Maybe seeing you being such a good lawyer would make her forget about the depression she fell into when you were born, the same one that destroyed her. But anyway... we'll never know, she's eternally lying sedated, unconscious, she's dead in life. Luckily you're here taking her place, our little and sweet Emmy." She whispered showing her a twisted smile.

What happened after those words was erased from Emmy's memory. The drug abuse and the shock of her older sister's comment blocked Emmy's thoughts for some time. She wasn't even able to feel the tears that ran down her cheeks from the moment she said goodbye, until she got to the hotel room.

Although that comment was the trigger to relapse, it was nothing new for Emmy, that was the type of relationship she had with her sister.

Of course it hurt every time they met, but she had learned a long time ago to direct all that pain in another direction, hence the parties, drugs, and excesses.

Normally, when she was forced to attend meetings in Italy, she took the opportunity to visit some friends, whose mansions in Capri exceeded any expectations. However, this time she didn't feel as excited to go, she preferred to be at home, watching a basketball game with Yoongi, and playing the piano with him.

"Yoongi!" She squeaked when she realized that among all the madness, she hadn't been able to talk to him.

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The day before in Korea, at around 4 in the afternoon, Yoongi was already leaving the doctor's appointment with his brother and mother. Although it was not the musician's preferred option, he had to tell his mother that he knew everything about her illness and that from now on, he would be more present. As Emmy told him, the doctor proposed several options, treatments so novel that the family couldn't even imagine, but that would help Yoongi's mother to recover soon. As effective as they were, they were expensive, but when Yoongi tried to talk to the doctor's secretary, she looked at him confused, she didn't understand why he kept asking her how much he owed.

"There must be a misunderstanding, the doctor told me that he won't charge you." 

“But, what about the treatments, the medications, the surgery that…?”

“You don't have to worry, all those expenses have been covered. I think we'd better talk about your mother's exams. Could you check that this is the correct address to which we are going to send the results?"

Yoongi confirmed that it was his email, but looking down at the name of the owner of the card that everything had been charged, he was dumbfounded. 

"What did you do, freckles?" 

She was supposed to help him pay just the date doctor's appointment, not everything else.

“Yoongi, is something wrong?” Geumjae asked coming closer once he saw his younger brother's face. “It's a lot of money, right? Don't worry, we'll find a way to…”

"Let's go home, hyung, mom needs to rest." He interrupted walking in front of his brother.

The rest of the day Yoongi tried to contact Emmy, but he was puzzled that the girl didn't answer his messages or calls. Even more strange seemed to him the fact that she had not written to ask him about his mother's appointment. He knew that Emmy was not the type of person who let something important slip by.

The hours went by and when it was time to go to bed, Yoongi got worried, Emmy had never disappeared like that. He didn't want to be a suffocating boyfriend, maybe she needed a little time… He would try to talk to her the next day.

Yet, that wasn't that simple. Yoongi didn't sleep well that night, he dwelled on numerous topics such as the huge sum of money he owed Emm and how he would pay it. He was also tormented by the idea of the girl thinking he was taking advantage of her, which could not be further from the truth. But the most he thought about was why he hadn't heard from her all day.

Yoongi, the person with the worst communication in a relationship, the person with the least attachment was worried that he hadn't talked to his girlfriend. It was not the fact of not knowing about her that anguished him, because no one respected someone's personal space and free time more than Min Yoongi, it was about how strange it was not to hear about Emmy. 

Like night and day, the two of them had been like that since day one. Yoongi barely saw the cell phone, while Emm texted him constantly, Yoongi fell asleep and she called him to tease him and wake him up. So it was indeed strange that she hadn't written to him, even more so considering his mother's appointment. 

At around five in the morning the next day, Yoongi's cell phone rang. That night his sleep was so annoyingly light that by the first buzz, he had already opened his eyes. Seeing Emmy's name on his screen at that hour not only gave him a horrible chill but made him jump up like a spring.

"Freckles! Where are you? Something happened?"

"Yoongs, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm the worst person in the world!" The girl talked until she ran out of breath, and tried to explain everything that had happened and why she hadn't touched her cell phone all day. “What did the doctor say? Is your mother...?"

"Did you eat? Did you get any sleep?"

Yoongi didn't care about the time, nor that she hadn't called him, the only thing that mattered to him was that she was okay. The flight had been very long, and he doubted that she would have enjoyed the meeting with her family.

"But... your mother..."

“Princess, she's alright, everything will be fine thanks to you."

"Aren't you mad?"

"What? Emm, no! I was worried about you. I thought something bad had happened to you."

"Yoongs..." She whispered biting her lip as it began to quiver. It was the first time someone had said something like that to her, the first time someone had expressed sincere concern for her. Emmy couldn't help but feel terribly bad for having relapsed. What would Yoongi say about that? He didn't deserve a partner like that.

"Freckles, what's going on?" he asked turning on his desk lamp when he heard a sob, it was so subtle that he barely managed to hear it. "Are you crying? What happened?"

“No, no… nothing happened. I'm not crying, I must have an allergy, the weather here is a bit different.” The musician was silent because there was something that didn't add up to him, something made him feel a bit restless. “Yoongs, I'm sorry, I know that I promised you that I'd stay with you for the weekend, but I don't think I'll be able to do it." 

"Oh... that's bad news." He said sighing. "But it's okay, don't worry about it. We'll come up with something to send Jin away for another weekend."

“What about our date at the fair?”

“Baby, that can wait. Please get some rest, It must be around ten o'clock. Did you have dinner? Just eating dessert doesn't count." Yoongi's comment brought out a smile, for that's what she had done, she hadn't eaten during dinner, she had only tried a bit of dessert. "Don't go to sleep without eating, okay?"

After asking once more if everything was alright, Yoongi and Emmy ended the call, but not before making sure they would talk later. However, the girl did not think of going to sleep. She felt especially ashamed to return home and look Yoongi in the eye after taking drugs again. 

It was not true that she could not go back to Korea on time, she could perfectly take a commercial flight in case her family's plane was not available. She could also use one of the planes from her friends in Capri, they had offered them to her many times and both she and Woosung had used them to attend such ostentatious parties. However, she couldn't see Yoongi yet, not after doing drugs as she had all day, and as she would for the rest of the week…

➳ Next chapter

[themarinadiaries]

There is something peaceful yet eerie about the woods that I’m just so addicted to. I feel at home there yet completely terrified. I’ve always been drawn to nature and would call myself outdoorsy but I’m adventurous. Growing up in the woods meant a leisurely walk through a town or state forest in the middle of neighborhoods. There weren’t too many get lost in the woods, woods. Growing up I had dense trees between my house and the next with some railroad tracks thrown in there, or just a yard. When I moved to Maine I was amazed by the countless amounts of forests all around me. I made friends who loved being outside and who took me hiking for the first time. I loved it. I love the different trees, rocks, and terrain, but most of all I loved all the different smells. 

Last weekend I went on a mini getaway with a boy who I’m very fond of. It was the first time we went away just the two of us. We stayed in a small cabin in the middle of the woods in Millinocket, Maine. This cabin had no electricity or running water and was heated by a wood stove. There was barely any service, no distractions just me and him. I loved every I was with him. It was perfect.

A little back story about me and this boy. We met during my sophomore year of college through my friend Colin, his brother. I saw him occasionally throughout the rest of college on the few weekends he would come up and visit. I could tell he had a crush on me, but eww that’s colin’s little brother, it’s weird. I also had a boyfriend during the last two years of college. Then New Years 2020 happen. All our friends rented a house in Greenville, Maine it snowed most of the time so we were all stuck inside. This between my boyfriend and I were not good and I could tell things were going to end. At this point, I hadn’t seen my Boyfriend for three weeks and we barely talked. The whole time we were at this house me and the boy were innocently flirting. A week later my boyfriend and I broke up.

Then the pandemic happens, my lease is up and I have no one in Maine to live with, so I move back home to Mass. Flash forward to the day before my birthday Colin and his fiance Rachel invite me over to Colin’s parents for a little joint party for me and the boy because his birthday is the day before mine, I’m older though. The night ended with me really drunk and upset crying in the boy's arms. Since then we’ve had this thing, a situationship we’ll call it. He’s the emotionally unavailable guy who has never been in a relationship and I’m the always in a relationship girl. Drastically different experiences with love yet we’re drawn to each other. Over the course of two years now we go through this cycle of talking all the time and seeing each other then things get too real and, in my opinion, he gets scared, does something stupid, and we stop talking. However this time he says he feels ready and he’s putting in a lot more effort. We’ll see what happens but I’m hoping for the best and expecting the worse.

He arrived late Thursday night driving straight from getting out of work in Mass. My new friends, that he hasn’t met we giddy and excited to see him, as much as I was. We were all drinking and when my friends drink they can be crazy so I was nervous about how he would react. He handled it well and he sat and drank with us and talked all night long. I finally felt completely comfortable with him. The next morning we got up I took him to a cute little coffee shop, my specialties, and did some grocery shopping for the weekend ahead. The first stop was the ice caves off of golden road. Now this time of year there is no ice yet but it is still a nice easy hike. He was so excited acting like a little kid, now he is the crazy adventurous up-for-anything type. Halfway through our hike, we come across a guy and his grandson in bright fluorescent orange. I felt my stomach drop, how could I forget it’s hunting season and they allow hunting in these woods. The man warned us and advised us that we should really be wearing orange. We thanked him and continued with our hike, we hadn’t seen anyone else but I was on edge and I could tell he was too. He picked up the pace and I tried to keep up. We made it to the cave I watched as his face lit up I couldn’t help but smile. I went down the first ladder and was shaking, there was no way I was making it into the cave. I watched from above as he climbed all around talking about how amazing and incredible it was. As we were heading back to the car we heard one single gunshot I jumped and he started picking up speed big time talking the whole time. We made it back to the car safe where the man and his grandson were eating their lunch. 

We started heading to the cabin following the directions provided to us by the owners since there was no reception. We turned onto a dirt road which turned into a series of dirt roads that looked like old logging roads. If we were going to see a moose this is where it would be. As we pulled into the driveway we were greeted by a big black fluffy dog who we soon found out was named Andy. We were shown to our cabin and settled in. He started the wood stove for me as I was already freezing and he talked about how excited he was to go canoeing, I was not sharing his excitement. To my luck, it rained the rest of the weekend so that meant no canoeing. We spent the weekend playing games, talking, drinking wine, and enjoying each other's company. 

It was something out of a movie and it was weird. I guess with him I just expect something bad to happen and him to leave but that didn’t happen. He held me and I held him until he had to leave and go back to Mass. Now I don't know when I’ll see him again or what we even are. Are we still in this situationship? It doesn’t feel like it but we aren’t in an actual relationship. It’s like we're stuck in this purgatory unsure of what will happen next and that scares me. 

[kun-summacumlaude]

SUMMA CUM LAUDE? #22

I've done it again.

August 21, 2024. Second Semester and 300 Level both ended on the 9th of August, but this is my first post for the semester. An extremely eventful semester with a not so fairytale ending.

This semester, I wanted to be everywhere, in and out of school. Force myself to manage my time and juggle this and that. Expand a bit. I got off to a great start, getting things done here and there. Weddings, meetings, classes, assignments, service, it was going well. You're expecting to find out where it went wrong right? Well, sorry because even I don't know. Conclude however you like based on what I tell you.

12 Courses. 3 Units (1), 2 Units (9) and 1 Unit (2). 23 Units in total. The goal remained the same: get as many As as possible (which means get all As). We were warned about this semester, a semester with one stumbling block here and there but the only one I was initially really worried about was EEG325 - Digital Design of Logic Systems. Why? The lecturer was known for failing students and giving lots of Cs and Ds and Es and Fs. His reason was ridiculous when he said it in class, although he did something somewhat surprising during our exam. I won't judge until I see results, but his ways are nonsensical, let it be known.

2nd Semester, filled with a slow and steady build up to an explosive disaster.

My Laptop and Computer Village

I don't recall talking about the pain that is my laptop but I am certain I must have mentioned it prior to this moment. Slow and frustrating. After my screen decided to give up on me at the climax of last semester I got it repaired at a friend's dad's shop at Computer Village. 65K. Fine.

Early in the semester, Dr Ogboi came in for Software Development Techniques and Machine Learning (SDT & ML, two courses this semester). Told us we would need Visual Studio for C++, SQL, Java and Eclipse, PyCharm, MATLAB and R and RStudio. You can imagine what was going through my head, was I about to dive into suffering throughout the semester with the HDD in my laptop. The time had finally come to upgrade right? HDD to SSD, increase the RAM and all would be well.

The explosion began to build up that day, but I did not know. Got the SSD on a Friday the 10th of May 2024. That same day, I got to my house and my laptop started beeping. It told me to replace the hard drive because it was faulty. My brother followed me to Computer Village to following day. It rained, I don't want to tell this story, but we suffered that day and eventually got them to replace the SSD with another one that was working (so I thought). As we progress, I will fill you in on what this laptop did to me all semester.

April and May were just little outings here and there. Birthday, wedding, all of that. June was when the real activity began, but you can't attend everything, so I chose the ones to participate in: Youth Week, Fathers' Day and ULES Sports Festival. I left out ULES Faculty Week and Sodeinde Hall Week to make sure I was still getting academic work done.

Due to my failure to update during the semester, the timeline is foggy and I wasn't exactly recording these things as they happened so I'll just try my best.

Youth Week and ULES Sports Festival

I wanted to be present in both of these events. And they did not just happen in one day, so I had to be present at church before that week and also be present at training at training. Usually during the weekends. So in the earlier parts of the semester, a lot of my weekends were usually spent at home or a slice at sports centre. If I attended training, I would still study but if I went home something always happened that prevented my studying.

Till now, I don't know 100% but I am sure enough that the SSD I got is faulty. My Laptop crashed and crashed and crashed... I spent so much time reading up community help for Microsoft and Dell because of this issue. I would go home for one church program and be unable to study because every crash meant I had to reinstall windows or reset my PC, which always led to a loss of my apps or my files and so I would spend the entire weekend re-downloading my Windows and Apps so I would have them for the following week in school. This happened over and over again. What apps by the way? The ones Dr Ogboi had me download for his courses. Guys this was throughout the semester, I'm on holiday now and I am not free from it yet.

It seems funny because you would think once I found of the cause I would be able to avoid it, but this thing came in different shapes and sizes. It seemed like file transfer issue, battery issues, RAM issues, it just kept on crashing in diverse ways and so I could never place my finger on the actual problem which is why I believe it's the SSD. I informed the Computer Village guy, but I did not want to keep on going there, it was obvious these guys were dealing defective goods. After some time, the response was "Ha", WHAT?!

So for the youth week and sports festival, I could not do much studying to be honest. This was week one in June. And by the way, SEES absolutely dominated the ULES Sports Festival, and our kit was so beautiful, I had to buy it.

Father's Day

This was June 16 this year. I had been going home during the weekends prior to this one for preparations with the Royal Ambassadors. I was commanding the parade for this occasion. This weekend my laptop also crashed, which meant I couldn't do much studying or any at all because of the reinstallation. I should also mention that the reinstallation required quite an amount of data because some of the apps had to be downloaded from scratch all the time. Father's Day went well and because exams were just a month away with no sign of any postponement, I told my friend that was the last bit of activity outside of exams for me because I had a lot of covering to do so I wouldn't get caught lacking during the exams.

Everybody do "hmmm"

July 1, 2024 10:55PM

Just two weeks after Father's day, my last side quest for the semester, I did something:

WHAT?!?!?! When did I become a politician? Elections????? How did this happen? I opened our student portal just before the deadline for the election applications and applied to be the Vice President of SEES. #Kunle4VP. Why did I do this? I felt it would be a good experience and this was also part of my getting more involved in school activities. I didn't have long term plans for this, but I needed to step out of my comfort zone. I had been contributing here and there in the department, so I believed it was time to do even more. Honestly you could say I was just being an agent of chaos and be correct because someone was already vying for that role even from my class but I did not care at that point. I wanted to be VP. Big mistake ladies and gentlemen. I 100% should have stayed away from the portal that night.

The election period was basically two weeks. The first week I had a project to complete on Monday and I had tests every other day of the week. Week 1 was basically trying to get support from various levels and put plans and the campaign together so I could go all out in Week 2. Isn't this crazy? I had no plans and had to cook up a lot of stuff in such short amount of time. I knew I was running from a losing position, but I wanted to try anyways. I've been saying "I" so much but it's about me so haha. I did election stuff and I also did studying because how else would I pass my tests? Two of those tests I didn't cover everything I was supposed to cover and I lost huge amounts of marks in both because I couldn't attempt them at all. I was now fully in a remontada mode even before concluding all tests prior to the exams. Weekend of Week 1, instead of studying after volleyball practice, what did I do? I went to ISL to watch Year 1 and Year 2 SEES play football matches because I was trying to get support for the elections. How crazy is that?! I was now a real politician because what on earth was I doing there. I thought I was done with extra curriculars but see me for goodness sake. Unbelievable stuff. Week 2 of the elections was nothing short of an academic lack of focus. Fine, the election held on that Friday (and then Saturday, it got re-done because Unilag servers were too poor) and so I needed to go all out. Going all out meant wrapping up the campaigns, manifesto hearings and putting plans in place for the election day. This meant spending ridiculous amounts of time on election stuff and little time on preparing for my exams. Are we seeing this? Yes. Was I doing something that should be encouraged? Absolutely but you can do the right thing but at the wrong time or you just go about it in the wrong way. This was really close to exams, so a rapid-fire approach wasn't really proper to be honest.

For the record, I had really good plans because my team really believed in me and I in them and I looked forward to implementing those plans. I lost the elections. Later, maybe in the next post. I will do some reflection on how I really felt about these two weeks after my exams. It was now time to face exams once and for all abi, hehe nope. One more activity.

ARB Quiz Grand Finale

Yeah remember the ARB Quiz from First Semester, the Grand Finale happened on the day of the rerun of the election. Are you whining Vice Presidential Candidate???

It was on a Saturday. The hall was empty but that didn't stop us. Hearing from the ARB guys that day, I knew I had to be part of them from next session. I love this vision. So the Quiz, we had to replace one of our fresher starboys with someone from 2000 Level. The quiz was really bad for us (Computer Engineering). Everything went well in the preliminaries, but the final was a disaster. Electrical & Electronics Engineering was on fire by the way, they were unbelievable. So it's the final round (General Knowledge). Chai, I just tried to recall the exact comeback we made but I can't remember, this hurts. Oh well, we were dead last going into the final round. Electrical & Electronics had already won. It was Metallurgical and Materials, System, Chemical and Computer fighting for 2nd and 3rd. You could exclude us and be right because we needed to get all questions right and hope others failed theirs in order to finish in a position. We managed to do just that. Thank God, we left there with something.

Finally, it was just me and my exams. Reality hit me like nothing else. I'll conclude the semester in #23. Byeeeeee.

[tetrisfinished]

morbid thoughts

sometimes i have just some ridiculous thoughts and i've gotten to a point now where these thoughts have associated themselves to emotions that come up every time. emotions of anxiety or actually experiencing something that isn't happening in real life but the feeling of iminent death or disaster....overall, it's not fun.

anyway, these thoughts/feelings in particular are linked to my sincere belief that everyone's time of death is decided upon at the moment they are born and this is sort of a set-in-stone sitch. you can change your destiny, fate, qismat, what have you, but time of death will not change.

also this is a belief rooted in islam (and i am muslim lol).

ANYWAY there is one incident that i can recall for why this belief really rooted into my brain and it was back in the year 2007. i wasn't part of this experience personally, but it was relayed to me.

a couple of my nani's cousins living in pakistan went to a rally for benazir bhutto - it was actually a procession for her arrival to pakistan (in karachi) from the airport to her home. and this happened in september/october-ish.

anyway, my nani's cousins were politically on her side ie held political affiliations and at the time decided they would go join the rally/procession. 2 brothers, fanatically ran out the door together in happiness and excitement to go cheer on their favourite political leader! this was how the story was told to us later. that even though both their wives said why bother, it's okay, you can skip out, they still decided to go. nothing could or would stop them.

and as it turns out - they would not have stopped for anything at all that day. because they ran towards their death. that was when it was written for them. you see, as part of the process, there were folks who were also against her political party and they let off a bo*mb there. and these 2 brothers got caught directly in the line of fire.

anyway, i guess just the way the story was told - that nothing could stop them. nothing would stop them. though everyone tried - in the end they were pulled to that place at that time because of a higher order. because this was their ToD.

that event has been in my head since then just reinforcing my belief that death is written for us. it is a certainty - perhaps the only one - of life, that death is guaranteed. but it is also a belief i hold that it's exact time is also written for us.

anyway. today we woke up - we had no real plans this weekend and i had never told esa what we were going to be doing this weekend. as it turns out, he hasn't been to daycare since wednesday when he decided that he just was refusing to go. and so i agreed and let him stay home on wednesday - thursday and friday were more of the same, but by thursday afternoon he got sick as well.

so friday he insisted, but i would have kept him home anyway because he was a bit feverish.

in any case, we only had one dinner planned with yasir's buddies tonight (saturday night) and nothing else over the weekend. otherwise i was thinking of doing some light cooking but mostly i had wanted to focus on re-potty-training esa - which....even that i was sort of letting the ship sail because esa was not feeling well.

but this morning when esa woke up, there was only one request on his mind. "i want to go to nano house"

and he reiterated again and again and again and finally i gave in. despite that i didn't want to come to my parents because again he's a bit under the weather and it's a fair drive to come here and back and of course we did already have plans this evening (though in fairness, i was probably going to excuse myself even from those given that esa is not feeling well and the dinner was meant to start at 8 PM - which already i was not stoked about given that that's a fairly late dinner start time!).

in any case on the drive over, when we were roughly 17 minutes away from arrival, my sister called. i was seeing the whatsapp conversation happen as the messages popped up on my car, but obviously since i was driving i wasn't actually listening to the conversation. anyway she called to ask how the drive was going and to tell us that my cousin's wife sent a tornado notification in the common cousins whatsapp group.

and then while i was even just on the call with her (which wouldn't have been more than 5 minutes i think) i got the emergency notification as well.

o my goodness the anxiety that set into my stomach at that point.

i thought for sure - this is how we'll go. esa and i together trapped in a tornado.

so ya....that was a fun 15 minute drive here where i conjured up all the scenarios we could encounter as we ran towards our own end.

obviously none of them happened. but when we got into the driveway, there was a huge crow that was sitting in the yard. so of course i got even more convinced.

now, the rain has ended (it was actually quite light) and the sun is back out. and inshallah khair we might live to see another day lol (obviously who knows how many of our breaths are truly guaranteed, but we're here now).

and that's the story from today.

much love,

k

[theunicornsystem]

Last weekend, we went camping and hiking at a state park. It was really pretty, and we saw three deer. We called five of our friends while we were at the cabin.   On the drive back, we went shopping at the outlet malls. A thing about having DID/OSDD is that you buy all sorts of clothes—feminine clothes, masculine clothes, childish clothes, formal clothes, colorful clothes, dark clothes… if someone were to look at our closet, they’d probably think “Oh, multiple people share that closet” and they’re technically not wrong.

We went to an indoor playground with our brother and we hadn’t been there in years. Afterward, we went to The Original Pancake House and got delicious strawberry crepes. Then, we went to the library and I got a bunch of books for the littles (child alters). Ruby likes The Critter Club, Dory Fantasmagory, and Sophie Mouse, and Evie likes all of those plus The Boxcar Children, The Babysitters Club, and The Magic Treehouse.

Two weekends ago, I had a tabling event for ANSR—Association for Nonsmokers Minnesota, we’re advocating to end the sale of flavored tobacco. The tabling event was at a Powwow—Native American dance. It was the first Powwow I’d been to. A girl from another school and I got over 100 people to sign cards to mail to local governors advocating to end the sale of flavored tobacco. The ANSR advisors said that was amazing, that sometimes people only get around 20 cards signed, and that we got more cards signed than any time he’s ever seen. I said "Hi! We're association for nonsmokers, we're advocating to end the sale of flavored tobacco. Would you help support our cause by signing this card? Feel free to keep the pen and take candy, sticky notes, stickers, and chapstick. This (paper) is to spread awareness on ending the sale of flavored tobacco, and if you have anyone in your life trying to quit, this (paper) is a resource.” It was a pretty big boost to my confidence, and I also got paid for it. 

Last week, my DECA advisor gave me a shirt he’d gotten for me from the state competition. He said he felt like I worked so hard, put in so much effort, and that my business plan was so good, and that didn’t get acknowledged at the district competition. He got me the shirt because he felt like I should’ve been at the state competition, and that meant a lot to me. After he came back from the national 2024 DECA competition in Anaheim California, he told me that somebody from our school placed top 10 in one of the competitive events. While I wish I could’ve been there, I’m really happy for her.

This weekend, I watched the Disney movie Wish with my mentor. I thought it was good. I won’t give any spoilers. The star was really cute. 

There was a girl at school, and I’ve seen that she has some issues, she swears at people a lot and gets into physical fights. She came up to me and I was wearing a shirt that said “Gender-affirming healthcare saves lives”. She read it out loud and laughed, then got her friends’ attention and they laughed at me too. I was kind of frustrated because it’s hard enough to exist as a trans person without other people’s disrespect and hate. Then she asked, “What’s your opinion on vaping in the bathroom?” I didn’t want to tell her how against it I was because she’d likely retaliate against me, so I hesitated and said “Uh, I’m not going to answer that.” Then, the next day, she came up to me with her friends and said “What do you think about vaping?” I debated whether or not I should tell a behavior interventionist. I didn’t want to come off as the type of person who tattles on every little thing. But at the same time, I didn’t like how she was messing with me, and I’d seen her get aggressive with people before. I did end up telling a behavior interventionist after the second time, he talked to her and she’s going to leave me alone now. If she messes with me again, he says I should stand up to her, that she’s not going to get physically aggressive with me, and tell a behavior interventionist right away.

To end on a good note, Evie (a child alter) was reading Dory Fantasmagory on our Instagram live and lots of friends were there watching and commenting. Eventually, Avery and I came to front, and we googled fun and lighthearted questions to ask each other and shared our answers. It was a really lovely time and we’re grateful for all our online friends. 

Thank you for all your support and encouragement!

[casspurrjoybell-32]

All It Took Was One Look - Chapter 4

*Warning Adult Content*

Aiden

After that crazy family episode Jeanine, Eric and I made plans to hang at Starbucks for a while.

It was our favorite hangout spot.

It was a Sunday and I was dying to get out of this house, Nash was still hounding me about what mom was talking about on Friday.

He just didn't believe me and I was starting to get annoyed.

I literally had to slam the door in his face and lock it, he was knocking yelling to open the door for a whole five minutes till he finally gave up.

I mean damn do I looked like a damsel in distress?

I can handle myself. Jeez.

And this is the reason why I'm planning my escape from this loony bin I call a home.

I took a quick shower, towel dried my hair;.m

My hair was naturally straight so I didn't have to waste my time on it.

I bumped into Connie on the way down stairs.

I quickly grabbed her by the arms and steadied her on her feet.

"Dang Con, my bad," I said to her, I really don't think that she heard me though since she hand her iPod in.

I walked past her into the kitchen where my dad was drinking coffee and reading a new book.

Sitting at the table across him I took an orange off the table and began to peel it.

It was silent for a long while.

I was half done with my orange when my dad finally looked up from him book and said something.

"So what's on your agenda for today?" he asked meeting my gaze.

I shrugged stuffing the rest of my orange in my mouth.

"Eric and Jayare coming to pick me up to go to Starbucks."

I got up to throw the peels away and turn towards him leaning a hip on the counter.

He nodded taking a sip of coffee.

"You should take Connie with you. She's been bored all day," he suggested.

I frowned at him like he was crazy.

Connie has friends, she doesn't need to hang out with mine.

"She has her own friends. She doesn't need to hang with mine," I voiced my thoughts.

He sighed and shook his head.

"I think her and Jennifer had a fight. She's been moping around here all weekend. So I thought you could be a good big brother and take her mind off of it. Or is that just social suicide," he said with a fake shocked face.

I suppressed my smile as I shook my head at him.

"Okay, okay. I'll take her," I huffed at him leaving the kitchen with slouched shoulders.

I knocked on Connie's door.

"Come in," she yelled.

Opening the door I saw her laid out on her back reading some teen magazine.

'Con and her magazines,' I thought mentally shaking my head.

I looked around her room and saw all the posters and articles she had torn from them tapped to her walls.

Her room was a sky blue but every inch of the walls were coved in her stupid posters and pictures of friends.

Looking over to her, she was staring at me impatiently.

"Hurry up and get dressed were going out," I said before turning to leave.

"Okay," her chipper voice followed me as I left.

I grabbed my cell-phone from my room and called Jay.

"Hey man," Eric's voice startled me, did I call the right person?

As I was about to check he said.

"Yes you called the right number dumbass but Jay's driving," he said.

I rolled my eyes... smart ass.

"We're almost there," I heard Jay yell through the phone.

"Yeah like she said we're almost there," he said.

"Oh okay. I just called to let you guys know that Connie's coming with us," I told him and heard him repeat it to Jay and regrettably her scream.

'OMG I miss her we have so much to talk about.'

I held the phone away from my ear wincing as it started to ring.

God I hated it when she did that.

"Tell her to warn a person first before she goes all banshee statues," I growled at Eric.

He chuckled repeated it to her.

Connie came in my room and sat on my bed waiting for me.

I looked at her and rolled my eyes at my cell-phone causing her to giggle.

"What?" I asked Eric because I missed what Jay was saying.

"She said to get off and shove it," he repeated, I could hear the smile in his voice.

"Yeah I'll shove it in her mouth," I said.

Connie looked at me with as her jaw dropped.

Oops I forgot I had to be g-rated around her.

"You do know you're on speaker right?" I heard Jay say.

I shrugged and said...

"Doesn't change a thing."

"Whatever jackass. We're outside now. Hurry up. I NEED MY CAFENIE," she screamed again but this time I just hung up.

My friends are just as crazy as my family.

"Come on," I told Connie as I left the room.

We bounced down the stairs.

"I'm leaving," I yelled to whoever was listening.

I heard my dad answer, asking if Connie was with me and I answered yes, rolling my eyes as we made our way to the car.

As we climbed in the back seat Jay turned to look at us.

She looked at me with a big smile.

"Hello fat cow," she yelled in a fake British accent.

"Hello fatter cow," I responded with the same.

"Hey Con Con," Jay said excitedly.

"Hey, Jay," she said smiling brightly.

At least she was happy.

I'm going to have to ask her what happened with Jennifer at some time..

"Hey man," I heard Eric said from the front seat reaching back here to do the guy handshake.

"Hey," I said, back at him.

"Alright. It's time for my daily dose of COFFEE," Jeanine yelled before pealing out of the drive way.

Not long after, we were at Starbucks ordering.

"And you, sir?' the lady asked me.

"I'll have a mocha frap with an extra shot, no whip, please," I said then looked down at Connie.

"What do you want?" I asked her taking out my wallet.

"Same as you," she said walking over to where Eric and J sat as I paid and went to join them.

"So how's life Con Con," Jay asked, taking a sip of her drink.

I don't know how she did it but her coffee was already ready when we got here.

We all gave her a crazy look which resulted in...

"What, I got hook ups bitches..." and sat down enjoyed her crack because that was what coffee was to her.

"Ah. A bummer..." Connie answered.

"Aww, why?" she asked her straw still in her mouth, like a breathing tube or something.

Eric noticed as well and we started cracking up.

She gave us a weird looks before focusing back on Connie.

"Well me and my best friend got in to it on Friday," she muttered.

Now I'm listening.

"Oh and what happened?" Jay asked straw still in her mouth.

"Well I mean we were having a great time, we were watching the new season of vampire diaries and then her cell-phone rang so I grabbed it playing around, you know. But when I saw who was calling. I got mad. I mean why would he call her?"

"Aiden. Connie."

Our names being called interrupted her story.

I quickly got up and grabbed the drinks thanking the lady and heading back.

Handing Connie hers and a straw I went back to focusing on her.

"Thanks," she said to me before continuing.

"So anyway, like I said I was confused as to why he was calling her. So I asked her but she started acting weird and wouldn't look me in the eye, then I just knew. She was going out with Bobby, MY Bobby," she said animated.

She had a scowl on her face.

Then it hit me, she said 'My Bobby.'

She's only fourteen, she doesn't need to be dating.

Or calling them hers.

I mean I'm seventeen and I haven't even been kissed... Don't judge me.

"No. So this bobby guy is like your boyfriend or something?" Jay asked consumed in the story.

"W-well not exactly, it's just that I really like Bobby, ever since fifth grade and here comes Jen trying to steal him from me. She knows how I feel about him," she exclaimed throwing her hands in the air.

I looked over to Eric who was shaking his head at how ridiculous this conversation was.

"So she finally told me that Bobby asked her out and she... said.... yes. So I left and haven't talked her since."

"Well hun let me tell you something," Jay began.

"A boy isn't important enough to ruin your friendship with Jennifer. So here what you do. You go back to your friend's house tell her that what she did was wrong especially if she knew how you felt about it. Then sit down and finish watching vampire diaries because Damen's a sexy beast," she finished... taking a congratulatory sip from her drink.

I shook my head.

"Yeah Con you shouldn't even be thinking about boys in the first place," I told her sternly.

"Your one to talk," she scoffed as she sipped her frappe.

My heart stopped as I realized what she said and who was sitting at the table.

My gaze snapped towards Eric and he had a confused look on his face.

He was frowning at Connie before he turned to me.

I looked to Jay with pleading eyes, she caught it.

"Sooo, E-r-i-c," she said dragging out his name to grab his attention.

"Did you meet any hot girls in Alaska? Oh, wait they were probably all cold weren't they, am I right?" she said raising her hand to him for a high five.

Eric stared at her with wide eyes before busting up.

"Ne-never i-in your l-life say that again," he exclaimed clutching his stomach as he hunched over the table.

"What, I thought it was clean," She grumbled around her straw.

"Yeah but it was so puny," Eric said taking a deep breath.

"No but seriously I didn't know that place was hiding all those furry booted babes, I would have visited my pops a long time ago. Like the time when I found out what my dick could do."

This caused me to choke on my coffee, Connie was hitting my back as hard as she could. It really didn't help.

Once I caught my breath I gave Eric a death glare.

"What?" he asked giving me and innocent look.

"My sister's at the table," I hissed glaring at him.

His mouth formed an 'o' then he grinned sheepishly.

"My bad Con," he said to her and she just waved it off.

"You're such a pig," Jay said taking a swig of her drink.

"Oink, oink baby," he said wiggling his eyes suggestively.

Connie started to laugh at that.

I just shook my head, ever since we had seen that 'Saved by the Bell' episode this is how these conversations ended.

"So Aiden, are you up to going with me next time to my pops so we can wreak havoc on the ladies?' he asked, looking at me intently.

I just laughed nervously.

"Y-yeah, l-let's get in th-those pants," I said awkwardly clearing my throat.

I caught Connie's frowning face.

"What? But I thought you were..." Jay quickly stated coughing loudly causing Eric to pat her back worriedly while I shoved Connie's straw in her mouth.

"Let's not let this go to waste," I said patting her head. I sighed grabbing my coffee.

My hairs going to turn grey before this day even ends.

[linggluu]

2023 wrap up!

i just woke up from an hour log nap because i've had this migraine since tuesday :D (not covid) but i needed to get this all out with a nice, one direction comfort playlist in the background. what a year i have lived.

january - went on my first work trip (flying) in my life to north dakota! the bad thing about the NE is that you CAN drive everywhere. i've driven all up and down the east coast just for work , and my customers are literally 20 minutes from my office so i can always drive there but january was the first week i had to fly

february - started going to the gym consistently for the first time since middle school with my best friend. this lasted all the way until july but i'm still in the habit :)

march - discovered the strange tales of the tang dynasty. refreshing bc i haven't watched an (ancient) mystery/thriller in such a long time. lu ling feng and i share a last name! I NEVER SHARE THE SAME NAME WITH ANY ONE IN A CDRAMA.

april - big fight with jeff. discussing our future and how much $$ we're gonna need if we're actually going to get a house. he thought i shouldn't be bitching because i have a "good job" which made a good salary. whoa buddy, i have to keep myself alive. this was a fight that last months especially because he's in florida right now with NO JOB and NOT finishing his degree. at least pick ONE and do it. Someone has to stress around here and it clearly ain't him. am i wasting my time? we've known each other for so long, we are comfortable with each other other, if we dated other people we'd both be crushed? but i don't think we have the same goals.

may - delia still in the office. she's afraid of calling customers to tell them about deliveries. she's afraid of talking to drivers. she was so hard to train because she WOULD not pick up the phone. and she ate all the snacks in the office. and she ordered so much so stuff for herself because it was free. 5 months in and she was still afraid to talk to people. maybe this isn't the job for you? she got transferred out of my office THANK GOD

june - tensions rising in the house again. $$. getting married. my mom is getting on my nerves because she thinks i'm getting behind in life because i'm 30 and not married. and she wants me to get married BY my birthday in October or in December or by January. i'm not ready, i'm not in the mindset. she needs money, she also needs an ego boost of saying "my kid is married". i'm tired of coming home and walking on eggshells, wondering when she'll come and bother me. i'm tired of her sharing stress on me. i'm tried of her asking me for money all the time because i can't save. she keeps asking when i'm gonna bring jeff over but i never have because i don't want associating the good thing in my life with the bad thing. without the restaurant, she's even more annoying.

july - my mom started asking for $ again. A bulk of my check every month. my career and finances are finally getting steady because i'm in a nice groove now and i can save. stop asking me for money! the shitty thing is i found out my sis was slowly moving stuff out (she found an apartment of her own in may , i also found a house.) but she was denying it smh rude. my mom stopped me from moving out but not lili because i'm soft. and because "i owed her an explanation about jeff" . i don't owe her shit and i don't want to tell her anything about my personal life.

i moved all my shit out on July 7th which was a Friday. I was in the middle of a move while mom called me and cheerfully asked about if we were going to RI over the weekend and i faked it. liz helped me move and got me stuff for the room. air purifier, clothing rack, a mixer, a clothing chest thingy. i'm so lucky to have her.

that whole day was was so exhausting and terrifying because i was trying to move all my shit out while she was at work. a few days before this sister and brother in law gave me a spare bed and desk for free. they also helped me rent a box truck to get all this over. forever grateful. but at the end of that friday night, i was so exhausting i was SHAKING. then i typed out a long text message to my mom and shut off the phone.

i was afraid to turn it out, i cried all night because what kind of daughter ditches her parents like that and lies? i was so miserable that first night and first week. i was on the phone with liz all night and she was about to come sleep over.

why doesn't my mom ever ask stan for money? god i'm tired.

哭完以后还是一条好汉。

august - my mom kept calling me but i kept ignoring her. i didn't read her text message reply but one message i read she said 你真的狗卑鄙. how dramatic do you have to be? you used me my whole life to work my entire life , denied me of many opportunities and i didn't have the balls to leave until my younger siblings left because i was still trying to be a good daughter. life goes on. went on vacation to Philly with Lili and Stan at the end of august. my roommates C and K are nice :) one is a teacher one works for the state. both nice and clean girls just trying to live out here. everyone is clean, respects each other's privacy and safe. K has a cat named Gnocchi who totally runs the house. i love him ;;

september - life is settling in to a nice groove. work. gym. home. 三点一线。C is taiwanese so we get along great - culturally + food ;; she asked me to go to the cat shelter bc she wants to adopt another cat. this was the right choice. i make enough $$ to rent an apartment like lili but still the bulk of one check. not that worth it. i'm so lucky i found this older house. we all have our own rooms and i got the garage spot. the house is also owned by the same landlord who owns the apartment complex behind us! lawn, snow all done by him! i made the right choice. to live with roommates and kind of experience that college life i never got to experience, except it's work and i go to work now instead of class. is it weird or nah. but it's a good feeling. i don't like to be lonely and jeff's not here and all my friends are doing their own things and we live every where.

october - birthday month! i'm 31 and i'm fucking old. life is good in terms i don't have to come back to stress or the pressure of getting married or giving up my pay check like i'm still in high school. started rewatching naruto yay. still learning how to be an account manager. drivers and alberto and james and joe piss me off . i'm still too soft.

somewhere between october and november , i visited pioneer again. i miss it so much. i miss making medicine.

november - made up with jeff. we're going to his friend chris's wedding in july , the same weekend as jeff's birthday. lili also gave me her gaming pc. been playing games :D jeff also recommended me some games to get. thanksgiving was chill. went to boston with chelsea. spent too much money and time was too short. yay.

december - all of a sudden, it's the last day of december.

K had an Xmas party two weeks ago. I invited Lila, Sara and Liz. We ended up watching 一念关山 in my room. Christine stayed in her room and didn't mingle. For both Xmas and New Year's Chelsea asked if I wanted to spend it with her family but on Xmas I spent it with sibs and right now, I've been sick since LAST Saturday. I'm so grateful to her because she knows i'm not with family.

started back our ksll group chat. i miss my friends.

All in all, this was a crazy year. but i think i'm happy.

2024 goals:

lose weight (specifically 40-50 pounds by July) it's gonna be rough ugh

amp up my resume. promotion? new job?

save money/be more responsible about money

have a healthier life style

travel more.

deuces.

here's to 2024 i guess.

[polyamorouspunk]

Heyy tumblr bestie!!

Life is still absolutely *WACK* but its *fine* I took today off work to just not and get my shit together a bit. Dad got biopsy results that he’s refusing to look at, niece is being pulled out of school cause of death threats, and Im just here lol

On a brighter note though! I got invited to a dnd campaign for January so I’ve been working on a really fun new character!! AND, Im taking Mountain Boy to my family’s Christmas party tomorrow which is great cause I’ll get to avoid all the ‘why no boyfriend?’ Questions but also SO nerve wracking cause my family is MUCH crazier than his. But Im excited anyways to make him play cards with me there and meet my fam (except my brother and nephew cause they’re down in Kentucky cause my nephew qualified for the junior olympics for track)

Anyhow, I hope you have a good weekend!! Lots of love! 💛💛💛

-key

Hey there! Love you so much too!

I’m glad Mountain Boy is meeting your family today! Congrats to your nephew! In our family newsletter I saw that on Thanksgiving one of my cousins had a gymnastics meet that they were inviting the family to and I was like man I would go if I still lived in Connecticut. I remember being invited along to my neighbor’s once and it was neat. When I was up visiting you my cousin was doing hers at the college which I think I told you about, you said it was pretty far away, like 5 hours right? She ended up spending the night with me at her grandma’s house the night before I left and I was taking a plane back to NC and she was going to be driving to NC that day as well. Her and her mom just came down to visit the 2nd week of November so her mom could run a race with my mom’s other cousin. And I’ll be looking forward to coming up next summer to visit you again!

I really would love to play dnd but I don’t have anyone to play with and I think I would need to play in person to really understand what’s going on. I was part of a test pilot group for a dnd-style game my friend and their brother pioneered and when I went to stay at their house my friend was like “by the way we’re talking about this game we made up” and both their brother and I were like “yeah OUR friend group was the test subject for that” and they were like OH RIGHT I FORGOT. They have a Friday family game night that I was crashing (they invited me to crash it since I was sleeping there, and invited our other best friend and her husband to crash it too if they wanted) but since it was Halloween it was more of a party where my friend and I watched Bluey for 2 hours and ate food their mom had made and we exchanged gifts and I got gifts too and I was like 😭 thank you 😭

I’ve been keeping it on the down-low but I’m dating again (really lowkey for right now because holiday season is retail is nightmare) but I haven’t really told anyone outside of my discord server because I was like “hey advice on this” and then my friend on discord I talk to every day and my best friend since she had to third-wheel the last date we went on since she was diving me around. My other friends have met her before but I doubt anyone remembers because my other best friend has the WORST memory (like forgetting we were the ones who demoed their game) but my other friend might remember because we all went to college together. I should tell my other friends I just have not.

Sending your dad so much love and support, as well as you and Mountain Boy and the rest of your family.

[blahandwhatever]

This morning I woke up unusually early, went back to sleep, and had my most long and vivid nightmare in a long time. It started with my father saying something inappropriate to my brother over the phone. My mother and I scolded him, explained why what he had said was wrong, but he just laughed at length. He was a younger, more deranged version of himself. Later my parents had another disagreement, and he said 'fine’ and casually shot her in the head like Chris shot JT in The Sopranos. I was in the room with them and shocked and horrified but also so terrified of my father that I didn’t want to draw attention to myself and didn’t even scream, just tried to slink out of the room and run and hide - even though I really didn’t think he would try to kill his child - and call 911 to get my mother help because I thought there might still be hope, but he saw me, and, to further shock, he did come after me, aggressively, and the rest of the dream consisted of me running desperately, exhaustingly, through lawns and streets and houses, swimming through water even, and trying desperately to call 911 yet persistently failing - every time I tried to call, I’d just get taken to some useless webpage - while he stayed ever close behind, running around with a gun in broad daylight, a beautiful day with people outside everywhere who watched and did nothing, and not only did he ferociously pursue me, but he employed some henchmen to join the effort, and on it went until eventually I thought it was over, and I slowed down, and I reached a park crowded with people for some event, and I sat down among them, and pulled out my phone again, and then a man came up and shot me, and I died, filled with despair and regret about not having stayed hidden away, about not having Googled how to call 911 instead of repeatedly doing the same dysfunctional thing.

I woke up at noon feeling weird and relieved but also still disturbed and tingly like I sometimes do when my chemistry’s fucked up, briefly wondering if I might have had a stroke. After sitting and processing my dream, I got up and checked my phone. My mother had texted me in the morning. The cat had had what seemed like a stroke and wasn’t walking. She was going to put him down this afternoon and asked if I wanted to come.

Devastated and paralyzed, I sat and cried on and off for a couple of hours. Then I had to get ready. It wasn’t as bad as the dream - I guess that gave me a softer landing - and I had already emotionally prepared for this before. But I'd been preparing to bring him here next weekend. I was sure we would have some good times together at least this one last time. We were so close.

Part of me hoped the dream wasn’t too prophetic, or its thread between me and my cat too literal. I calmed myself down and took an aspirin.

I expected to cry again on my drive there, but I was zen. I couldn’t help but feel the pleasure of being out in the sunshine - cold as it was - for the first time in a long time. On the road, I focused on the driving game.

When I got there, he was lying on a blanket on the living room floor. His condition wasn’t as bad as I’d imagined. He could move, though weakly and shakily. He seemed lucid, and he turned toward me and purred when I pet him. I’d briefly searched up stroke in cats before I’d left and found that they could make a good recovery.

I held him in my arms in the car, at the vet, and he was calm. The wait was long. My mother and I sat in silence for the most part. She cried a little, sure of what she’d come here to do. But I wasn’t sure. I told her he could recover - she didn’t think he could and didn’t think it would even be worth it, given what she saw as his quality of life. He had his health problems. He’d lost a lot of weight. He threw up all the time. She had already threatened to put him down recently, both pessimistic about his condition and tired of dealing with it. We argued a little about whether his life was worth living. I wasn’t sure. I was open to the possibility that it wasn’t, but I wanted to be sure before taking drastic measures. I wanted a professional opinion. I wanted the diagnostics the vet - who wasn’t sure himself - recommended. I said I’d pay, though in the end she didn’t let me and of course complained about the waste of money. Of course, she thought my desire to keep him alive was selfish. But my only desire was to not take a drastic irreversible measure without certainty that it was the right thing to do. And her certainty was largely born of her pessimism and tendency to see things in the worst possible light. And I found it dangerous and unfair.

The doctor didn’t really want to make a firm judgment. But he confirmed that the cat could recover. He didn’t see his throwing up as the definite sign of poor quality of life that my mother did. He saw the fact that he still has an appetite as a good sign. There was really no indication that there was anything wrong with keeping him alive, as my mother thought.

Tomorrow or Wednesday, they will have the results of his bloodwork. My mother says if his bloodwork is bad, she’s putting him down on Friday. If not, she’ll give him a chance. I wanted to take him, but she didn’t want me to in case (she thought) he needed to be put down. I’m still not so sure. I won’t be sure unless the vet gives some indication of siding with her. I don’t think I can allow her to be the sole authority on this. She’s not an authority, and she doesn’t have the connection with or understanding of him (or cats in general) that I do either. I think she is being too pessimistic as usual. And I think he still has the will to live. My father, in reality, will likely be on the side of life, but I don’t know how much sway he’ll have.

I came home and sat around the rest of the day. Didn’t have energy for anything besides getting my work done. Hadn’t realized how stressed I was earlier but felt the aches in my body afterward. I indulged in pleasant distractions, because what are you going to do. You have to live your life and maintain your sanity in the intervening hours.

[oh-katsuki]

thinkin’ about big brother bakugou coming home drunk to fuck his pretty little stepsister 

tw: stepcest, dub/noncon, drug use, breeding, finger choking, creampie, aged-up characters

MINORS DNI

step brother bakugou who loves his new little sister so much. she’s only a few years younger than him, college age and quirkless, living in the family home with him as he tries to get his start as a pro-hero. with his flashy quirk, its not hard to quickly move through the ranks, but he finds each day testing his patience a little more. 

he finds himself disappointed when he doesn’t get home in time for dinner or before you head to bed. bakugou hates missing out on seeing you shuffle down the hall in those hot pink panties and oversize top. you think he doesn’t notice when you do it, too lazy to toss on pajama bottoms as you go to use the bathroom or brush your teeth, but he does. bakugou always sees you through the crack in his door, body leaning gently against the frame so as to not disturb it. 

it became somewhat of a sinful nightly routine, watching you in the bathroom through the crack, palming himself through his shorts as you lean over the vanity to apply some skin cream he didn’t give a fuck about. until his hours got longer and suddenly he only saw you on weekends.

it wasn’t all bad though, because now his pretty little sister wanted to spend her saturdays with him on the couch, which means katsuki gets to watch you slut around the house in those tiny sleep shorts. he wanted you so bad that it hurt, gut twisting, constantly needing to adjust himself in his pants because everything you did got him riled up. what’s worse is that once he got to know you better, he found that you were quite a doting sister, hanging off his arm and asking to sit in his lap. 

fuck, you drove him crazy with want. it was ridiculous how whipped he was  at the prospect of getting a taste of the pretty cunt between your legs. he’d do anything if it meant he got to fuck you stupid, do anything if it meant he’d get to keep those boys you call friends the fuck away from you. katsuki swears that if you weren’t his little sister, if it weren’t so taboo, that he’d have you under him every fucking day. 

sure, he felt guilty about it, but in the end he chalked it up to human nature. katsuki couldn’t even try denying his attraction to you because he thinks that anyone who isn’t is a fucking idiot. god, he’d have to be brain dead to not want to stink his cock between your thighs and fuck you silly. and he wasn’t the only one who felt that way. 

you thought your new big brother was... needlessly attractive. he made your tummy twist into knots each time he got close, each time you got a whiff of the unique smell his quirk gave off after a day of hero work. so foreboding and with such a presence, not to mention that he was huge and looked at you like he was ready to devour you. and fuck, that uniform. just the thought of it had you creaming yourself nightly to the thought of him, fingers prodding at your puffy clit until it was sore. 

so it was safe to say that by the time he paid the price of fame and his hours got upped again, the tension between you two was insurmountable and katsuki was at his wits end. he was hanging on by a thread, fucking his fist to the thought of you asleep in bed down the hall, what you might look like crying beneath him while he stuffs you full of his thick cock. 

it was filthy, the way his mind ran wild each night, so wild that he swore he could hear you purring and keening in your room at night, whining his name. maybe you did the same, he thought, hand slipping beneath his waistband. maybe you fucked yourself on those little fingers of yours, whining because they could never fill you up like your big brother can. 

however, all of that wanting came to an end after a particularly long night of drinking. 

katsuki didn’t drink often unless it was the occasional beer before dinner, but tonight he was invited out with some colleagues and decided fuck it. he’d spent so many of the previous evenings frustrated out of his mind, spilling over his chest and fucking himself out to the thought of you. he knows that as soon as he walks into the house, he’d be filled with that same frustration. so he stays out, accompanying red riot and deku for drinks. 

saying he got carried away was an understatement, even to the point that kirishima was giggling through a drunken haze at just how loose katsuki had gotten. by the time he left the bar, his head was so fuzzy with alcohol that he couldn’t see straight, parting from his friends with a gentle wave. 

n then he came home to you, shutting the door to the house as silently as possible, locking it before heading up the stairs to where he knew you’d be sleeping. he was too drunk to think about what he was doing, all he knew was that he needed you, needed to feel you, fill you up. so he cracked your door open and there you were, splayed across the bed, t shirt riding up your abdomen and little panties exposed to the cold air of the room which grew thick in an instant. 

katsuki could see the wet spot on you as he locked the door and padded into the room, no doubt leftover from the way you’d desperately humped your fingers to the thought of him earlier in the night. he leaned over you, hands kneading the flesh of your thighs as he called your name to rouse you from sleep. 

“katsu...?” you mumbled, squinting in the dark to see his figure hovering over you. “w-what’s wrong?”

fuck, you sounded so innocent, so fucking tempting with that little upward lilt in your voice, heavy with sleep.

“want you... so fuckin’ bad.” he slurred his words slightly, dragging his hand up the inside of your thigh before resting over your crotch. 

“katsu, no... we shouldn’t.” you said in a hushed whisper, eyes widening as they darted to the bolted door. “my dad is down the hall... it’s wrong.” 

“but do you want me?” he asked, insisting, crimson eyes staring past you and scanning over your body. his fingers pressed against your entrance through your panties, earning himself a whine muffled by closed lips. “I think ya do.” 

n you looked up at him with wide eyes, head falling back before you took your lip between your teeth and nodded slowly, a whimper falling from your lips. katsuki was on you faster than you could register, his fingers pulling your panties to the side roughly, calloused digits working against your clit and feeling just how slicked up you’d become. 

“so fuckin’ wet.” he growled into your ear, wasting no time dipping his fingers into your soaking cunt, curling upwards. 

god, you were tight. like a fucking virgin as he plunged his fingers into you, roughly spreading your thighs apart so he could get better access as he held his weight up on his other arm. 

“k-katsu... w-wait!” you squeaked out, hand grabbing his forearm as he pumped his fingers inside of you. 

it was fast, overwhelming and entirely too much. though you couldn’t deny that it was exactly the way you’d expected katsu to fuck and god, you were salivating, legs already beginning to tremble.

he couldn’t wait though, so fucking desperate for you as he finger fucks you into silence, kissing you with a rough tongue that lacks the delicate touch of the other boys you’ve kissed. katsuki just loves his little sister too much to stop before she’s creamed on his fingers. he waited far too long for this to not watch her come undone over and over again. 

“y’gonna cum? dirty fuckin’ girl, so pretty.” he babbled as he watched you, your breath picking up as climbed to your orgasm, legs shifting on the bed. he brought his thumb down to your clit, eyeing you. “c’mon, show big brother how this pussy creams.” 

n you do, like a good fuckin’ girl. you cream over his fingers with a whine while his free hand comes to soothe your hair down as he fucks you through it, fingers never leaving that spongey spot inside of you. 

“that’s a good girl,” he coos. “gonna give me another, yeah? on m’fuckin’ tongue?” 

and katsuki drops down, lifting your hips from the bed and connecting his lips to the little bud between your legs, tongue dipping to tease at your cute hole. he can feel the way your legs tremble as he holds you up to make a meal out of you, the little gasps and whines that break from your lips as he explores you with his tongue only drive him to press the pad of it to your hardened clit. 

he’s rough with it and with no regard for your previous orgasm, threatening to bring you to another as he slides his fingers back into you. 

“so wet f’me.” he practically moans into you. “tastes so fuckin’ good. could stay in front of this pretty pussy all day.” 

his eyes meet yours, watching your expression, catching your embarrassed gaze as you feel the heat rise to your cheeks. 

“this is my pussy, right?” he mumbles into you. “all fuckin’ mine now.”

n you nod, so close to spilling over the edge, so stupid on his tonuge that you can’t focus. you’ll say anything if it means that he’ll plug you with the thick stretch of his cock. katsuki groans into you, sending vibrations through your leaking cunt and pushing you well over the edge, your hand flying over your mouth to silence yourself. 

before you can register it, he’s back over you, eyes drinking in your figure. 

“gonna have to shut you the fuck up, huh?” he growls, lining himself up with your entrance and sliding his thick digits into your mouth. “gonna have to be quiet if you want this cock.” 

you nod in obedience, taking his fingers into your mouth and letting him gag you while he spears you through, stretching you open with the fill of your step brother’s length. n katsuki finally gets to fuck his pretty little sister, fuck her stupid with her panties sloppily pushed to the side because he was too fuckin’ excited to pull them off. gets to watch her cream over his cock over and over again, until he was sure that everyone in the house knew just who was fuckin’ her so well. 

katsuki stuffs you full, fills you with him, breeds that tight little cunt of yours with a groan and a mutter of oh fuck, fuck yeah take it. take m’fuckin’ cum, dirty bitch. 

a/n: wrote this this morning because I couldn’t get it out of my head