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daincrediblegg · 2 months
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Marvel movie quip humor is going to make the class I’m taking on comedy a living hell isn’t it
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ghoul-haunted · 1 year
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cackling, I might be going to the philippines later this year, and I was telling my mom that I would let my sister know, and my mom was quiet for a second and said, 'you might be able to survive in bala-as on your own, but your sister would not.' absolutely fucking cackling at that assessment. my sister has been assigned too american to figure out a city we've both definitely been to before.
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mrslittletall · 8 months
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My FiL: "You are okay with... changing your husband's colostomy bag?!" Me, wiping Clara's butt because she once again trailed poop everywhere: "Yeah, of course."
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Theres a very specific place in hell where you fuck up in every way possible taking the subway within a span of 12 hours
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zmaragdos · 1 year
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#forgive me#i am about to complain#i am feeling hormonal and emotional#and i am still not over the fact that my bil & sil are so readily willing to take advantage of my fil's generosity#i don't know why i can't let this go!!!#i think it's the double standard#my inlaws (fil and his wife and my mil) just fucking let my bil & sil take advantage of them#and hold everyone hostage (including my partner) with the threat of withholding their presence!#it's like#they will not come to visit unless someone else foots the bill#my bil will not come visit (even when he has unlimited vacation) unless my sil also can (even though she has very limited vacation)#my bil didn't even come back home when my fil had 2 (TWO) heart attacks in june last year!!!#he just expected my partner to deal with it (which he did bc my fil's wife is garbage in stressful sitations-which fair ig)#it's just infuriating#i am so annoyed#i am so mad that not only did they not care about seeing my kid as a newborn until my fil offered to pay for flights#but that they now want to make the visit prioitize seeing my sil's grandparents before my kid!!!#like girl! you didn't want to see your own fuckijg grandparents until someone else was willing to pay for it!!#and you want to do it before seeing your brand new niece!!!#aaargh!#like i don't usually like or want to be the center of attention (for instance when my partner and i got married#our ceremony was literally just our parents and we tried hard not make a big deal about it bc my bil & sil's wedding earlier that year#was expensive and stressful for everyone (they made the whole family travel cross country for it and my mil paid for a lot of it)#and we didnt want to do that to them!)#but i do want my kid to be the center of attention!! she's going to be a brand new person and a new addition to the family!#and i want everyone to fawn over her! i feel like you deserve that when you're a brand new baby!!#and i am so annoyed that this celebration of her birth is going to get derailed by my sil being upset that her grandparents are dying!#like i get it! loss is very hard and i really feel for her! but i want this visit to be about my baby#and not her fucking guilt over choosing not to visit them AT ALL over the past 5 years!!#ok ok ok im done
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makingmemoriestolast · 10 months
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lostryu · 5 months
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i need gay rights because literally not a single self-proclaimed cis/het 'ally' understands the alienating experience that comes with being the only gay person in the workplace.
i am a gnc butch lesbian. i use he/him pronouns. when i came out to my manager regarding my pronouns (i had been an open lesbian since the moment of my hire), she told me that she supported me, but she could not enforce or ask our clients to use the correct pronouns for me. she told me it was something i would have to learn to deal with. she never uses the correct pronouns for me unless a person from a different department (who also happens to be LGBT+) is present. she is our HR in addition to manager.
none of my coworkers in my department ever remember to use my pronouns. if i remind them, they go over the top with the "im sorry's" and the "im still learning" and "you know i try my hardest's!" and "i swear im not homophobic!", it has been over 6 months since i came out. if i say nothing, they continue to use she/her (unless that other lgbt+ person from the other department is present, then they miraculously get it right).
sometimes they call me 'girl'. they always flounder and correct to "man-boy-uh youknowwhatimeanright". they laugh it off. they never bother to ask what terms i am comfortable with, or if i even cared in the first place. they don't care about my gender, they never bother to ask. somehow the subject gets changed every time i try to tell them, or set a boundary.
once in a while in a slow shift, the conversation will hop to our dating lives. somehow, it always jumps to how men suck and how dating a woman must be so much easier. they wish they could be gay and not straight. every time, they'll stare at me expectantly, like i am an animal at the zoo. no matter what i say, positive or negative, i must be lying. i cannot be that happy in my relationship, or if i have any issues, they must be minor. if i say 'why don't you try dating a girl then' to their remarks, they'll laugh, say something like "there is no way i possibly could" with that special tone of disguised disgust.
i am a prop, at work. they tell me about how much they love their kids. how they could bring anyone home and they wouldn't care. "they could be black, brown, or purple," they'll say "it could be a woman or a man! I support gay rights!" Then they will talk about how hungry they are, and how they will be going to Chick Fil a for the 4th time this week. 'as a treat'. it is thursday. they talk about going to Hobby Lobby again for christmas decorations, or another sale. sometimes i think i can taste blood.
its june. they talk about the pride parade and how excited they are to see the queens and their 'funny costumes'. they talk about how fun it is to go and watch, how they like the free things the corporations hand out. they don't want to bring their younger kids though. they're not old enough. they do not know that the first pride was a riot. they do not know what happened during the AIDS crisis, how many died. they don't really care when i try to tell them, they'd rather focus on the fun parts of the parade. the spectacle.
i wear a pronoun pin, to make it easier. still somehow no one can get my pronouns right. a client notices it. commends me for "being brave" and "coming out." she never uses my correct pronouns. i stopped wearing the pin after the 11th person asked me if my name on my name tag was my real one, and after the 45th person went out of their way to use incorrect pronouns every sentence. my manager, the HR, did not care.
i need gay rights, but somehow everything got resolved when they allowed us to marry in 2015. to our allies, the work is done. somehow i am left more alone than when we started.
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iwanty0uu · 2 months
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❄︎ all characters are 19+ y/n being 20, second female character being 19, and male character being 21, contains swearing and mentions of violence ❄︎
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𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏...
Jada kingdom blasted through the speakers of your car, you got off early from work deciding that you would surprise your boyfriend with his favorite, KFC, a movie and some Chic-fil-A for yourself. It was snowy and you were hype, snow was either non-existent or did to much when it came to New York, so the slush of the ice below the tires of your car reminded you of how lucky you were to have a light snowy winter, just in time for the new year. The only problem was, as you parked your jeep already walking towards his door,his keys linked to the ones for your car, the door didn’t unlock.The locks were changed. 
Strange.
You put aside your immediate anger for this man and taught yourself patience, so it took you a while to figure out how you wanted to react to this, the rock next to his doormat and the key that is usually under it posing as the devil and angel on your shoulder. You could either fuck his shit all the way up, or invite yourself in, but there was no key to your surprise.. dusting the snow off of your uggs and hands,adjusting your light blue bodysuit and white puffer jacket. You adjusted your small white beanie with a sigh.You completely understood what this meant.
The bitch is a cheater.
Being rational wasn’t your thing but neither was being dumb. You honked your car horn a couple of times and watched his windows, seeing the silhouette of a long skinny leg, with toes painted black, and an anklet resembling the one he gave you for Valentine’s Day…You heard the door knob shuffle, and wondered if your hearing deceived you because the front door remained still, and to your surprise he attempted to sneak the girl out of the back door which was diagonal from your jeep that you sat alerted in; door still open and legs hanging out, making eye contact with her as she mumbled something to herself.
Now, you didn’t expect your intuition to be spot on like this, in fact you hoped he had just changed his locks because something happened and he forgot to mention it to you.
“Shit” she said holding her head down covering her face with her gloved hands in shame, she knew she had wronged you and it took you a second to realize who it was, until her slimmer familiar figure approached the side walk, and stood in-front of you.
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“Bro why is she talking to her…”
He questioned as he paced around his living room, grimacing as he rubbed his hands with his face. He was still shirtless, pajama-pants hanging off oh his thick and muscular pelvis which revealed his recently trimmed happy trail, you could tell he liked what he did by how hard his dick was…He claimed you were his first love, took your virginity and loved you like no one else, but still fucked someone you trusted with your whole life, the future godmother of your kids even.He fucked up the best thing in his life.
What a dumbass.
Your eyes widened with shock as she profusely apologized without any pause, ”Y/n I’m so sorry I know he’s your boyfriend and stuff but I couldn’t help it and he left his jacket in Sasha’s car and I was close to his house and I am so so sorry I know you would never do something like this to me and you’ve took care of me my whole life and-“
Tears couldn’t help but welt in your eyes as the snow on your now damp lashes made them all the more sensitive…no word could describe how you felt, the hatred and heartbreak made your nose flush with even more red considering it was already colder than jack frost’s balls outside, you couldn’t keep it together and you wanted to do nothing but ruin her life after you realized..
“ONYANKOPON YOU’RE FUCKING MY LITTLE SISTER?”
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smooth-perceval · 6 months
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The significance of 16.
Charles Leclerc x Fem!reader
Summary: Charles was never on time, and now he only worried if he was too late for her.
Warning: Swearing, Love confessions, angst, fluff, run away bride!! Google translate, my bad writing.
Key: Y/N (your name) Michael (Fiancé name)
Word count: 2,069
A/N: somewhat a quick cute idea- hope you enjoy! I actually found this rather quick and cute- she may have jumped back to him quickly but so would I if I had Charles Leclerc.
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Today was the day- I was finally getting married… finally saying I do-
Looking at myself in the mirror, I swayed side to side the dress flowing with me… it seems surreal- it doesn’t seem right-
“Y/N? Est-ce que je peux entrer?” (Am I okay to come in?)
Broken out of my trance I looked at the door- “oh oui -” (yes) moving away from the mirror, I watched as Pascale entered.
“oh chérie, regarde-toi...” (oh darling, look at you…) Smiling wide at me, she held her hands out bringing me into a warm embrace.
“tu es magnifique!” (You look beautiful)
Kissing both my cheeks, she held onto either sides of my arms. “Merci…” (thank you)
Furrowing her eyebrows she leaned in closer. “quel est le problème?” (What’s the matter?)
Shaking my head I smiled waving her off, going over to the window. “rien je vais bien.” (Nothing I’m fine.)
“quand une fille dit : je vais bien, les larmes aux yeux... elle ne va pas bien.” (When a girl says I’m fine with tears in her eyes… she is not fine.) Sitting down on the 2-seater lounger, she patted the seat next to her, smiling so warmly. “parle moi” (talk to me)
Looking out the window I took sixteen deep breaths, before taking a seat down next to her, straight away she gripped ahold of my hand comfortingly. When I finally found the courage, I looked up into her eyes, mascara slowly running down my cheeks.
“Charles est-il là?” (Is Charles here?) nodding her head slowly, her smile now faultering, I only mimicked her. The shoot of pain going through my wounded heart “j'aimerais que ton fils arrête de me briser le cœur” (I wish your son would stop breaking my heart) laughing a little, I looked down at our hands.
“je ne pouvais pas l'attendre éternellement Pascale.” (I couldn’t wait forever for him Pascale.) sighing I accepted my defeat.
I like Michael he treats me right… His there when I need… sometimes- he respects me- he never left me hanging… again sometimes.
“tu l'aime?” (Do you love him?) as if she was reading my mind, I was shocked she asked such forward questions, it cause me to stand up abruptly. “De quelle question s'agit-il ? Je l'épouse-” (What question is that? I’m marrying him-)
“je ne parlais pas de Michael chéri...” (I wasn’t talking about Michael dear…)
“Oh…” falling silent I looked down at the floor, what words was there to give? I pined over Charles for years… since we were kids I’d say, and always got turned away for being too young for him… too young my ass. His 1 year and 8 months older…
“qu'est-ce que j'ai utilisé pour te dire, hein ?” (What did I use to tell you huh?) Smiling up at me she stood up slowly.
“il y a une signification dans le nombre seize” (there's a significance in the number sixteen) smiling sadly at her I moved back over to the mirror, now wiping my mascara off my cheeks once again- this is all I done all morning… repeatedly wipe away tears.
“il est presque temps-” (it’s nearly time) re-applying some concealer and mascara, I fanned my face to calm down my red eyes and puffy lips. Moving up behind me I felt Pascale rest her head against my arm looking at me also in the mirror.
“Je t'aimerai toujours chérie, quel que soit le résultat que tu choisis” (I’ll always love you dear, whatever outcome you choose.) and just like that she left the room, my dad now making an entrance.
“You ready darling?” Looking over at him I nodded my head.
“Dad…” smiling he moved in the room, concern in his eyes. “What’s wrong-?”
“How did you know mum was the one?”
Smiling wide he leant against the now closed door. “I looked at her, and I knew… and when she was walking down that aisle. I couldn’t see myself with anyone else.” He reached his hand out touching my cheek. “You’ll understand, now let’s get you to that aisle” taking my hand, I quickly reached over grabbing my bouquet, taking the slow walk with dad to the ceremony.
There we stood outside the closed doors, and behind there was the guy in about to stay with for the rest of my life… or so I hope. Dad quickly turned it me pulling the veil over to cover my face. Smiling at me once again.
It was real when the pianos were heard, the doors slowly opened, standing there I watched as everyone turned, scanning each person I can see in view- my stomach knotted… once again I was taking sixteen deep breaths, before my feet moved.
My hand gripped my dad’s arm tight- I felt like I was about to walk fire, or drown in a pool of judgment.
The only judgment was me on myself.
We made it half way down the aisle… then I saw him, not Michael- My Charles. His eyes were red, brimmed with tears- and even in a moment like this he still offered a tight lipped smile, his hands were clasped in front of himself- and I only silently prayed he grabbed me and pulled me away.
But he didn’t…
My hand was placed in Michael’s, as a sign that my dad was ‘giving me away’ once done Michael leaned forward moving the veil behind.
“You look lovely-” and I couldn’t help the half smile I returned him…
And now looking at him- it didn’t make sense, I don’t feel the butterflies like I do with Charles… I don’t feel giddy around him- my smile doesn’t reach my eyes, he doesn’t make me want to pull my hair out, he doesn’t scream to me the type of guy that truthfully would go to the ends of the earth and make sure I felt loved- I was more of a convenience… and even if Charles didn’t realise it- he done all that, he made me feel love without realising, wether it was ensuring I didn’t injure myself on sharp corners, or looking after me when I am sick- and beating the boys up when we was younger whenever they would make a horrible comment… But what Charles was so stupid of doing was never realising I was so in love with him while he was loving everyone else and that pained me.
I shot my shot with him fifteen times, and each time it was brushed off with a “you’re only young you’ll grow out of it.” And now? Well his standing there at my ceremony with them begging eyes- maybe I was delusional, but I could see it. I could see him asking me not to go through with it.
“Y/N?” Quickly snapping my head to the officiant with a hum and wide eyes.
“I said do you take Michael Stone to be your lawfully wedded husband?”
I didn’t mean to- but I looked back at Michael and then as always I found myself back looking at Charles.
“I do…” the defeat that I felt in my heart showed in Charles eyes, his head hung low- my eyes fell back onto Michael, welling up with tears.
“Not…” sucking in a deep breath- gasps rang out, I rose my hand to his cheek. Shock plastered on his face- “Im sorry… I love you Michael… but I’m not in love with you” the tears fell, as I watched his face turn more confused. “You don’t love me… we both know it… and I don’t want to spend my life wondering what would have happened if I didn’t do this… but I can’t marry you.” Looking down at the floor, I then looked back up at him smiling sadly. “I can’t marry you when I’m completely and incandescently in love with someone else…”
Nodding his head slowly… Michael reached his hands up resting on my arms, brushing up and down in a soothing manner. “I understand… but promise me he can love you- with love I couldn’t give…”
“I hope so-” reaching up onto my tiptoes I kissed his cheek, before grabbing my dress and speed walking back down the aisle.
Listening to the rustling behind me- someone urgently asking people to move out their way- but yet it didn’t stop me.
Whether me and Charles was meant to be or not- I knew I wasn’t meant to marry Michael… we both knew. Pushing the doors to the church open, I fled down the steps- like Cinderella leaving the ball.
“Y/N- wait!” Turning around I see him running behind practically missing steps as he ran down.
“What Charles-” tilting my head up at him I felt a sense of pride- I just walked out of my wedding- I was invincible.
“Don’t leave me now.” Breathing in heavily, his chest rising and falling catching its breath back.
“Fifteen times I’ve tried with you Charles.” Stepping away from him I titled my head back towards the floor.
“The significance of sixteen.” And before I knew it- the thing I’ve dreamed about all my life- the thing I yearned for finally happened.
His lips were crushed onto mine, one hand behind my head the other wrapped securely around my body. It didn’t take long for me to respond- kissing him back with so much adrenaline and passion. My hands made their way to his chest, as I gently pushed him back…
“Charles…” whispering his name against his lips, I pulled away slowly, looking up at him through my lashes. “What do you want from me…”
“I’m so in love with you.” Blurting out whatever made it to his lips first, my eyes widened a little- both smiling shyly at each other. A light chuckle escaping him.
“I mean- I can’t let you run out my life… not when I am in love with you…”
“I waited sixteen years to hear those words from you-” touching his cheek, I moved away from him looking around.
“I don’t know if I really need to have my hopes crushed by you once again Charles.” Picking back up my dress I glanced back at him.
“Do you know what love is Charles?”
Nodding his head, stuffing his hand in the pockets of his suit pants, trying to make himself smaller. “I felt it every day for 16years- and I nearly lost it today… please tell me there’s a part of you that still loves me” The hope in his eyes was what burned in chest.
Weighing my choices, I finally got what I wanted- I got Charles… was it worth the sixteen year wait, the fifteen failed attempts- sixteen including this one depending how it ends…
And for the 100th time today, I took sixteen deep breaths. “How about some lunch Charlie?”
“Why did I wait this long for you?” Letting out a puff of air he moved in again- kissing me somewhat rougher than before. “God I love you so.”
“You’ll have to wait to hear it from me again.” With one quick kiss and a smile at him, he smiled back so warmly- taking my hand in his pulling me down the street to his car.
Opening the door for me we both looked at my dress and at the car. “This isn’t going to work…”
“Rip the dress-” laughing a little I started tugging at the bottom of the dress the fabric ripping so effortlessly. “I was hoping the ripping clothes off would wait until later-” with a cheeky smile he crouched down infront of me ripping the dress in places I wasn’t reaching.
“I’ll pretend to not hear that.” Blushy faced, I pulled at fabrics to make the dress not so puffy.
“Good thing you don’t need ears to be shown something.” His hand grazed my calf as he stood back up.
“Now- let me take you away Mrs.Leclerc.” Furrowing my brows at him tilting my head slightly. “I don’t plan on another attempt down the aisle any time soon-”
“Your fate was sealed with me 16 years ago.” Kissing my lips gently, I smiled more to myself sliding into his car.
“God the significance of sixteen.”
“The best number chèrie” (darling)shutting the door behind me, it was then I see Pascale and my parents at the top steps of the church smiling down on us, he was right fortunately our fate was sealed.
God I hate loving you Charles Leclerc.
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daysofyellowroses · 1 month
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richie jerimovich x reader, background syd x carmy| 3.0k | tw: nothing too major, smoking, drinking, language, sentimentality
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“Are you sure?”
“Yes, I'm sure.”
“But like..are you sure?”
You let out a sigh as you walked over to the vanity table, leaning down and looking into the mirror, smiling at Sydney and resting your hand on her shoulder.
“I'm one million percent sure. You look stunning.”
“But-”
“Stunning,” You held your hand up. “Just relax, today is supposed to be fun, remember?”
Syd nodded, taking a deep breath. 
“I know. Fun.”
“Good,” You smiled, standing back up straight and smoothing out your forest green dress. “I'm gonna run outside for a super quick smoke then I'll be right back.”
You grabbed your coat, throwing it on and heading out of the hotel room. You passed some other guests as you made your way out to the front of the building, giving them all a polite nod and smile. You had been so focused on keeping Syd calm that you didn't realize there were butterflies in your own stomach.
Once the fresh air hit you, you felt a little better. You took a seat on the patio, fishing your cigarettes from your coat pocket. There were some kids playing on the grass, a couple of other smokers standing by the wall and chatting.
“Oh, hey. Mind if I join you?”
You looked up and smiled as you spotted Richie, a coat thrown over his navy suit. 
“Of course you can,” You gestured to the chair opposite you. “Be my guest.”
You lit your cigarette as Richie sat down, closing your eyes for a moment and savoring it.
“Can I ask you something?” Richie asked, lightly tapping his fingers on the round table. “It's a little stupid but.."
“Ask me anything,” You nodded, sitting back and pulling your coat around yourself. “I'm sure it won't be stupid.”
“You're the maid of honor, right?” Richie asked, reaching into his pocket for a pack of smokes. 
“Right,” You nodded, raising a brow. “I am. And you're the best man.”
“Yeah,” Richie nodded, dropping the box in his hand down onto the table. “Never thought I'd see the fucking day.”
He lit his cigarette, sitting back and looking up for a moment.
“Are you..nervous, at all?”
You thought about it for a moment, flicking your cigarette and nodding slowly.
“Pretty fucking terrified, if I'm honest. I mean, I'm so thrilled that it's finally here and everything but..I am really not looking forward to having to get up and make a speech.”
“Same,” Richie nodded, rubbing his forehead. “I thought it would be easy but..it's hard to find the right words. You gotta be so..personal and funny and charming and it's..a lot.”
You tilted your head slightly as you took a drag on your cigarette, blowing the smoke off to the side.
“Your speech at the rehearsal dinner was amazing, you could do the exact same one and it would be great.”
“Nah,” Richie shook his head. “That was different..that was a smaller group, more relaxed..today is like three times as many people. I'm not great with rehearsed stuff, I prefer to just say what comes to mind but..I don't want to say the wrong fucking thing.”
You smiled softly as you sat up, looking over to Richie. You weren't super close, but you knew him through Sydney and from what you did know he seemed like a pretty decent guy, certainly funny and charming.
“Why don't you just write some notes for yourself?” You suggested. “Not a whole speech but like..some bullet points to hit. It will still be natural but with a little more structure to fall back on.
“Hm,” Richie nodded, looking up for a moment. “That might do it. Thanks.”
“Anytime,” You smiled. “It's what I've done. The last thing I want is to get up there and go blank.”
“You'll be fine,” Richie smiled, taking a drag on his cigarette and glancing over to the hotel. “Your speech last night was pretty great.”
You smiled to yourself, flicking your cigarette and looking up for a moment, the sun starting to emerge from the clouds. You sat in comfortable silence with Richie, the sound of kids playing in the background and birds chirping filling the air around you.
“I better get back,” You stubbed out your cigarette and stood up, wrapping your coat around yourself. “I'll see you later.”
“See you at the altar,” Richie nodded, covering his face after a moment and shaking his head. “Sorry, I didn't mean it like that..”
You laughed softly, looking over to him. 
“Don't worry, you have to take me up the aisle first."
Before long you were standing in the church entrance with Syd, her father, the other bridesmaids and the groomsmen, a nervous excitement filling you. 
“You look so beautiful,” You smiled at Syd, taking her hand. “I'm so proud of you.”
“Don't make cry,” Syd laughed softly, squeezing your hand. “I need some photos without tears in my eyes.”
“Okay everyone, places,” The wedding co-ordinator clapped her hands. “line up.”
“I love you, you got this.” You smiled at Syd, squeezing her hand before taking your place at the back of the line next to Richie. 
“Fancy seeing you here,” He grinned, holding out his arm. “Care to take a walk?”
“Oh I would love to,” You grinned, wrapping your hand around Richie's bicep. “though I don't think I have much choice, with Napoleon up there.”
At the front of the line the wedding co-ordinator was shooing everyone down the aisle, snapping her fingers for the next pair.
Richie laughed beside you, and you smiled as the two of you stepped forward, clutching your bouquet in your hand as you stepped into the church.
You had never been so grateful for waterproof mascara in your life, spending the majority of the ceremony in tears as you watched Syd and Carmy exchange beautiful vows. Occasionally you would catch Richie's eye and he would give you a reassuring smile, making you smile a little wider.
Once the reverend declared “You may now kiss the bride,” the church erupted into a sea of applause and cheers, whistles and whoops. You watched with immense pride as the newly married pair walked down the aisle together, flower petals being strewn over them.
The reception was held on the grounds of the hotel, billowing white marquees set up, covered with flowers and paper lanterns. While the guests mingled and drank champagne, the official pictures were taken, your cheeks starting to hurt from smiling so much. 
You cried again when Syd insisted she wanted a picture with just you and her, wrapping your arms around each other as the photographer snapped the photo.
When it was your turn to take a photo with Richie, Syd gave you a wink and you rolled your eyes with a grin, going to stand next to the older man and laughing softly as he held his arm in mid air, unsure what to do with it.
“Just wrap it around my waist,” You smiled, gently moving his arm before touching his back. “I don't bite.”
“What if I ask nicely?” Richie leaned in to murmur in your ear, making you laugh and your heart race.
Before long you had a glass of champagne in your hand and got to mingle with the guests, posing for some more casual photos and doing what felt like a million twirls in your dress.
When it was time for dinner, you were relieved to finally sit down and relax, trying to remember who had told you that the maid of honor doesn't get to eat because that was ridiculous. The food was obviously delicious, there was no way you were leaving it untouched.
After dinner, there was a little pause before the speeches, your heart starting to race at the thought. You took a long sip of wine, trying to calm yourself. Both Syd and Carmy made speeches, both of them sending you into yet more floods of tears.
When it was Richie's turn, you gave his arm a gentle squeeze before he stood up, watching him deliver a speech that was the perfect blend of emotional, personal and funny. 
“No pressure,” He grinned as he sat back down, handing you the microphone. “You got this.”
You stood up slowly, looking out to the large crowd and taking a deep breath.
"Hi everyone," You smiled, biting your lip softly. You introduced yourself, placing your hand over your heart and feeling it hammer under your touch. “I am also the maid of honor, and the most fortunate to also be Sydney's best friend."
You looked down to her and felt yourself relax as she smiled at you, taking a deep breath before looking back to the crowd.
"I am so beyond excited and proud to be here today with you all to celebrate Sydney and Carmen, the most wonderful couple."
There were loud cheers, and you found yourself smiling more.
"Syd and I first met in elementary school, the very first day of first grade. We were randomly assigned to sit together, and when she let me borrow her scooby doo pencil I knew I had found a friend. From day one she has been the most incredibly kind, loyal, smart, creative, funny girl, and my life would not be the same without her,” You glanced down to her with a grin and gently touched her shoulder before looking back. 
“She is so talented and driven, there's nothing she can't put her hand to. I remember when she told me she'd applied for the CIA, and how hard she laughed when I told her I never knew she wanted to be a spy," You paused as there was a flood of laughter, feeling your heart beat calm. "then the day came when she got her acceptance letter, we sat in my rickety old car, staring at this envelope until eventually opening it after about 56 hours, and when we saw she was accepted we started screaming and crying and hugging for another 56 hours."
You paused, looking over to Syd and Carmy with a smile. "But of course, we are here to celebrate Syd and her wonderful husband, Carmy," 
There was another round of cheers and applause, Richie whistling beside you.
“I remember when Syd told me she had started seeing someone,” You continued with a smile. “and I immediately knew who it was, it was honestly a relief that I didn't have to keep hearing ‘we're just friends’ because..come on,” You raised a brow with a grin, laughter ringing around the room.
“But I must say, I have been so privileged to see their relationship go from strength to strength, they are the most perfect couple I know, and to be here now celebrating their wedding is such a blessing,” You beamed, tears starting to sting the corners of your eyes. 
“As I said, Syd and I have been best friends for a long time now, and I can honestly say that Carm has brought out the best in her, from the first moment she told me about him I could see something new in her, a renewed drive and fire. They bring out the best in each other, they encourage each other to be the best they can be and lift each other up to new heights.”
You wiped your eyes, smiling as Syd reached up to touch your arm. 
“All you want is for the people you love to be happy,” You smiled, looking down to Syd and Carmy. “and I can safely say I have never known Syd to be happier than she is with Carm. If I had to give Carm any advice it would be..keep doing what you're doing, keep lifting her up and pushing her and celebrating her. And always, always, let her choose the movie,” You grinned. 
“I wish you both all the love and happiness in the universe, thank you so much for letting me be part of your lives, I love you both so much.”
There was a rapturous round of applause and you felt the tears flow freely as Syd and Carmy stood up to hug you. When you sat back down, Richie gave you a smile, gently touching your arm. 
“Aced it.”
A little while after dinner, the DJ set up and called Syd and Carmy up for their first dance. They both looked a little embarrassed as they made their way to the center of the dancefloor, but when the opening strains of Ella Fitzgerald's ‘Let's fall in love’ began, they wrapped their arms around each other and began to sway along to the music. He whispered something in her ear and she covered her mouth as she laughed, your heart melting at the sight.
As the dance floor began to fill for the next song, you turned to see Richie beside you, holding out his hand with a smile.
“Care to dance?”
“I thought you'd never ask.”
You fell into an easy rhythm with Richie, he spun you around and dipped you dramatically as you laughed, wrapping your arms around his neck as he pulled you back up. His hands settled on your waist, your eyes meeting. It felt natural, comfortable. 
The song ended sooner than you would have liked, leaving you standing there in Richie's arms, your heart racing. He was about to say something when you felt a hand on your back and turned to see Syd, pulling you in for a dance. You glanced back at Richie, mouthing an apology before turning back to Syd with a grin, the two of you singing along to ‘This Will Be’.
After you danced with what felt like every single guest, you slipped outside for a smoke, the lights from the marquee illuminating the perfect lawn. 
“Fun day huh?”
You glanced over your shoulder and smiled as you spotted Richie, walking over to join him. His jacket was gone and his tie was loose around his neck. 
“I've never been so happy while crying so much,” You laughed softly. “I guess that's just weddings.”
“Yeah,” Richie nodded, taking a drag on his cigarette. “Especially this one. I was starting to worry cousin would never propose.”
“Hm, I always knew he would,” You grinned, folding your arms and flicking your cigarette. “From the first moment I met him. I saw the way he looked at Syd and I could see wedding bells. You know when two people are just clearly meant to be together but they're too stubborn to see it?”
“Those two wrote the fucking book on it,” Richie shook his head with a laugh. “If I had to see them making puppy eyes at each other once more I was gonna clunk their heads together.”
You laughed, your hand sitting over your chest. 
“You would've had to get in line, I was first up to clunk them.”
You took a drag on your cigarette, looking up and blowing the smoke away before looking back at Richie.
“I never thanked you for our dance, earlier. Sorry about that, I wouldn't want you to think I didn't enjoy it..I haven't been dipped like that in a long while.”
“Oh yeah?” Richie raised a brow with a grin. “It was my pleasure.”
You smiled as met his eyes, a warmth settling over you. 
There was a call for everyone to head inside as Syd and Carmy cut the wedding cake, the two of them laughing as they cut into it, sharing a kiss that had the room filling with cheers.
Syd’s dad took you for a spin on the dance floor after the cake, you posed for more photos, drank more champagne and felt happier than ever.
As you made your way back into the hotel at god only knows what time, you felt pleasantly buzzed. A group of you stayed in the bar for a while, telling stories and laughing raucously. At some point you found yourself in Richie's lap, his arm around your waist, your head tucked into his neck.
As the group started to peel off, you found yourself walking down a hallway with Richie, your arm around his waist, his arm around your shoulders. All too soon you were outside your room, reaching into your bag for your key.
“Drink some water,” Richie told you, holding his hand up, pointing at you. “and get some rest.”
“I'll agree to one of those,” You smiled, lightly tapping your key against your palm. “Come on.”
You opened the door and walked inside, smiling as Richie followed you.
“I'm just making sure you have that water,” He insisted, going to the desk and picking up a bottle of water, pouring it into a glass. “That's all.”
“I know,” You grinned, watching him. “you're being very responsible.”
You accepted the glass that was handed to you, noticing that Richie wasn't exactly rushing out the door.
“Could you do me a favor?” You asked, smiling sweetly.
“Of course.” Richie nodded, looking at you with curiosity. “What is it?”
“Take this off?” You gestured to your dress, turning around and pointing to the zipper along your back. “I can't quite reach.”
“Oh," Richie murmured softly, clearing his throat. “Uh..yeah, let me just..”
You waited for a moment before you felt him move behind you, his hands carefully holding the zipper and easing it down. 
“That feels better,” You sighed softly, holding your dress to your chest as you turned back around, taking a sip of water. “Thank you.”
“You're welcome,” Richie murmured softly, his gaze darkening as he looked at you. “I..I should go.”
You felt a disappointed tension rise in you as Richie really did leave, leaving you alone in your hotel room. You half expected him to knock on the door the second he closed it but when he didn't you let out a frustrated sigh.
Taking your dress off, you hung it up in the closet before throwing on the silvery gray silk robe embroidered on the back. You removed your makeup, brushed your teeth, finished the glass of water and were just about to get into bed when you heard a knock on your door.
You put your robe back on before heading to the door, opening it and finding Richie standing on the other side of it.
“Lost my room key.”
You looked at him for a moment before you gently took his tie in your hand, tugging him forward.
“Don't worry, you won't need it.”
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thebearchives · 1 year
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Group C, prompt B with you and Charles at his birthday party
pairing: charles leclerc x fem!reader
prompt: one person pouting, only to have it removed by a kiss from the other person.
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at the head of the table, charles sat with a wide smile on his face, brighter than all the lights that were flashing at him. you sat next to him, smiling just as wide as your boyfriend squeezed your hand under the table.
“c'est fou,” charles shook his head, a laugh of disbelief escaped his lips, “tout ça pour moi?” this is crazy. all of this for me?
your eyes caught arthur’s on the other side of charles. he was frowning, his own eyes rolling at his brother’s words, “et moi, mais s'il te plaît, ignore-moi comme tu le fais toujours.” and me, but please, ignore me like you always do.
“alright, alright, let’s not get carried away,” you giggled, hand already coming up to close charles’ mouth just as it opened, “no fighting at your shared birthday celebration, please.”
arthur gave you a sickly sweet smile, “me? fight with my stupid older brother? never!”
“hey,” charles pushed arthur’s head away with one finger on his forehead, “if i’m stupid, what does that make you, huh? et je suis plus âgé que toi, traite-moi avec respect.” and i’m older than you, treat me with respect.
“tu dois mériter mon respect, je ne vais pas te le donner comme ça,” arthur leaned back in his seat smugly, “essayez plus fort.” you need to deserve my respect, i won’t just give it to you. try harder.
pascale came around, yanking arthur by his ear, “tu marches sur une fine couche de glace, gamin. traite ton frère avec respect, je ne te le redemanderai pas.” you're walking on thin ice, kid. treat your brother with respect, i'm not gonna ask you again.
charles smirked, sticking his tongue out at arthur. pascale turned to her older son, rolling her eyes while smacking him across the back of his head, “charles, s'il te plaît, arrête de te comporter comme un enfant. tu as vingt-cinq ans maintenant, arrête de contrarier ton frère.” charles, please stop behaving like a child. you're twenty five now, stop antagonizing your brother.
charles frowned, hand coming up to rub his head, “ah, ok, ok. maman, vous m'embarrassez.” ah, okay, okay. mom, you're embarrassing me. 
pascale narrowed her eyes at him, “tu peux penser que tu es un crack, mais tu es toujours mon fils et j'ai le droit de te gronder quand et comme bon me semble.” you might think you're some hotshot, but you're still my son and i get to scold you whenever and however i see fit.
your loud laughter caused several heads to turn your way. you hid your face behind your hands, shoulder shaking as charles whined at you to stop laughing.
“amour, please,” charles grabbed your hand, tugging it down, though you wouldn’t let him, “this is so embarrassing. defend me!”
you wiped under your eyes, hoping no makeup got smudged with the tears that formed from your laughter, “i am sorry, my love, but i can’t defend you. la mère sait toujours ce qui est le mieux.” mother always knows best.
pascale smiled at you, hand smoothing down your hair before she leaned over and pressed a kiss to your head, “ah, my favourite child,” she glared at her two boys who were looking at the two of you, “you guys should learn something from her.”
pascale walked away soon after, with arthur following behind her spewing complaints, leaving you with a pouting charles.
you giggled, “why are you pouting?”
charles’ pout deepened and he crossed his arms, moving his body away from you. to think this man had turned twenty-five today, you refused to believe it.
“oh, so i’m getting the silent treatment now?” more silence, “well, this is highly unfair. can i know why, at least?”
charles’ eyes flitted back to you. he stayed quiet for a second before breathing deeply, “you didn’t defend me.”
you held back the laugh that threatened to escape, “charles, are you serious right now?”
charles turned towards you, a deep frown on his face, “le plus grave.” the most serious.
you rolled your eyes, “you’re acting like a baby.”
charles said nothing, arms still crossed at his chest and a furrow in his eyebrows.
you sighed, “fine, i’m sorry i didn’t defend you. i promise i won’t leave you hanging like that ever again.”
his pout returned, “i don’t believe you.”
you leaned closer, lips pressing against his pout. you pulled away shortly after, charles unwilling to cave.
his pout remained, although his eyes showed slight flashes of amusement. you hummed, “guess i’ll just have to try again.”
you leaned forward once again, this time pecking his mouth multiple times before pressing a single long kiss against his lips, hard. seconds into the kiss, you felt his lips quiver, pout transforming into a smile. his teeth just barely grazed your lips before he pulled back, unable to keep his laughter down.
his shoulders shook as he shook his head, “fine, fine, i believe you.”
“good,” you smiled, leaning back in your seat, “now, stop acting like a drama queen. you’re worse than arthur.”
charles’ laughter stopped, eyes wide as he stared at your side profile. he gasped, “you did not.”
you gave him a saccharine smile, “oh, but i did.”
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Daily Check-in Septmeber 14th, 2023 🎀
This was a good day. Busy, absolutely, but good nonetheless. Had a meeting with my 1st dietetics mentor, and she was absolutely the sweetest and sent me an email after our meeting about the projects she wants me to work on currently, as her mentee. Cannot wait to meet my 2nd mentor next week! Also, I got asked to go into work, so I pulled a 6.5-hour shift when I didn't need to, but I need money so it's worth it.
🩷 What I Ate Today -
Breakfast - tuna w mayo and crackers
Lunch - iced coffee, chicken parm, noodles, one garlic bread, some asparagus
Dinner - chik fil a sandwich, medium fries, polynesian sauce
Extra - 3 more coffees in addition to the one I had at lunch
I am overconsuming caffiene so much right now, but I have been understandably so tired, so it's definitely helping me get through my days and weeks right now. I also genuinely enjoy the taste of the coffee I make, so that's always fun. I did just but a matcha set online, so hopefully, I can learn to make my own matcha and cut back on coffee for a bit.
🩷 Personal Achievements -
Attended RD meeting
Had my therapy appointment
Planned out part of my upcoming week/weekend
Studied Japanese for ~15 min
I did not accomplish almost anything school related, but that's okay because I'll have the time to do it all this weekend after work both days.
🩷 Todo for Today -
take Fitness For Health and Sport lecture notes
call embroidery place about dropping off my cooking class's chef coat
Video call with my boyfriend
Complete my Sample nutrition log assignment + submit it (if I have the time)
Study Japanese 10+ minutes
Because of how busy my schedule has been, I've been studying Japanese daily about 10 to 15 minutes a day. I'm starting to remember the hiragana characters pretty well so I've started jotting down vocabulary in a mini notebook.
🩷 Song of the Day - Social Path by Stray Kids, LiSa
This song is on repeat right now. I've always loved both their music and now that they've collabed, I'm on cloud 9. They're voices all sound so good in this song.
That's all for now! Will not be updating the 15th due to working the night shift at my job but will update for the 15th and 16th on Saturday night!
Til next time, lovelies 🩷
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frances-baby-houseman · 2 months
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I have fucking terrible news:
We are going to Mexico in 6 weeks.
I deeply, desperately do not want to go.
Ok I take that back I love mexico! I really enjoy puerto vallarta! My kids are obsessed with Mexico and it is very positive to be there with them. I love my husband and hanging out I guess but it's his fault we're going so he's neutral here.
ANYWAY my father in law is turning 80 next month so we cannot get out of it. My only hope and prayer is that bc my mother in law is coming (they have been divorced for 40 years), we will get a unit in my fil's complex and not have to stay with him. I genuinely do not think I can stay with him. I can barely look at him.
But in good news I told adam if he's forcing me to go to Mexico I'm going to buy a new dress. Even though I'm very worried about money. I might actually not buy a new dress but I might.
I am so stressed about this.
In good news we are only going for 3 days 4 nights. Arrive late Friday, Leave middday Tuesday. Three full days. I can do this.
I honestly don't know if I can do this. Like, can I sneak out to go to starbucks at 7am every day and just not come back? My fil will give me so so so much shit for going to starbucks but I went every day last year and the sun rises so late there and you can see so many stars and it was a very positive way to start my day!
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What do I have to do for more Warrior! Ghost and Spoil! Soap???
I am but a little Fella obsessed with you cod AU's so please begging on my hands and knees for a part 3 🙇‍♂️🙇‍♂️
Heyo! This is actually pt 4 now! Crazy how fast we got here! Part 3
Ghost stared at the ceiling after he woke up. 
Bonnie. 
He had heard the term before of course. Multiple times from other Scots. Usually not directed at him. 
His skin tingled slightly. 
Soap was an idiot. Whatever game he was playing at, Ghost wasn’t interested. Even if he did look good in his clothing. 
Ghost bit the inside of his cheek until blood started to fil his mouth. He had to remember Soap was trying to survive. Doing his best to not be killed. He didn’t punish him for trying to escape. Wouldn’t punish him if he tried again, despite the vague threats he made. 
With a small sigh, he dragged himself from bed. Price needed to talk to him, he was pretty sure. Or maybe it was Alejandro… One of them anyway. 
He felt Soap’s hand on him, light and searching, still mostly asleep. Ghost looked at it for a minute before picking it up and slowly setting it 
Ghost flushed, thinking about last night. The way Soap said called him pretty and leaned in. His soft mouth, inches away from Ghost. 
Ghost was a glorious sinner, but the way Soap had said that. 
He got up and cleaned himself in a nearby river so he didn’t have to worry about Soap. He redressed and went to look for his coworkers. 
Alejandro was sparring with someone, trying to teach them how to sword fight more effectively. Their technique was terrible but he was a good teacher. 
The student fell flat on their ass. 
Most of the time.
“Hey, Ghost!” Alejandro put the blade to the person’s chest. “Need something?”
“Just out. Anything I can help with?” Ghost looked around, noticing Rodolfo trying to train someone else. The other guy was just as bad. This is exactly why he doesn’t train people.
“Mind telling this person where they went wrong?”
Ghost hummed and calmly told the person the long laundry list of what they did wrong. Their stance, their posture, the lack of center of gravity, even critiqued the way they held their blade.
“Eh, I think that’s enough, Ghost.” Alejandro was clearly laughing, even though the kid looked close to tears. “Now get up and try again with Smith.” He walked away from him, leaning against the fence.
“So. What state is MacTavish in this morning?” He grinned and leaned in close to Ghost, like they were whispering secrets to each other.
“I left him passed out in my bed.” Ghost answered, technically it was true.  
“Damn. Stone cold Ghost.” Alejandro looked at him, something right behind his eyes. Some thought or emotion Ghost couldn’t quite pin down. “Price just got back from raiding a village. Had a bottle of bourbon he was saving for you.” 
“Thanks, Ale. Good luck with these guys. They look hopeless.” Ghost pulled away. As he walked away, he could hear Alejandro laughing. 
Price never locked his door so Ghost just slipped in. It smelled nice, like someone was baking. He could hear someone in the kitchen, so he looked for him there. 
Ghost froze when he saw someone who was clearly not Price. Kinda short, blond hair, definitely not Price. 
“Oh. Hi.” The person looked up at him. “I didn’t hear you come in.” 
Ghost stared down at him, but they didn’t shrink back.
“If you’re looking for the Captain, he’s in his office.” They said after a moment. “Graves by the way.” 
Ghost just stalked past him and went straight to Price’s office. “Who the fuck is that?”
“Uh. Long story, don’t feel like explaining. Why are you here?” Price was already sliding the bottle over to him and Ghost took it. 
“Bored. Wanted to know when my next raid would be?”
“I think Shepherd has you grounded. Next one is Alejandro’s.”
“Fucking hell. I don’t like sitting still.”
“And Shepherd doesn’t like losing. Come on. Be honest with me, I know you. I know how you are. So I know for a fact, you aren’t doing anything to MacTavish.” 
Ghost sighed. The scars on his body itch. “I didn’t… He said…”
“I know, son. But you painted a target on your back. You’re going to have to deal with the consequences until Shepherd gets over it. And that means being on basics for now. Stay home, protect the village, strike fear into people’s hearts. You know. You’re least favorite things to do.” Price smiled at him and Ghost groaned.
“Keep the booze coming. I’m going to be in a drunken stupor for the next few weeks.”
“Will do, Simon.” 
Simon. 
“It suits you.” 
Ghost blushed under his mask and nodded. “Keep me updated on his moods. And the guy in there… It serious?”
“Working on it.” Price grinned at him. “Look, enjoy your vacation.”
“Absolutely not.” Ghost shook his head.
Price laughed. “Come on, Simon. It might be good for you. Get rested. What do you normally do between missions?”
“Hide in my home. I can’t exactly do that right now.” 
Price was clearly trying to not laugh more. “Look, just… I think there’s a festival tonight. Go to that.”
“Where?”
“Near the church.”
“I’ll be on the opposite side of the city. Thanks.” Ghost stood up. “See you later, Captain.” 
Price nodded and followed him out of the office, heading towards the kitchen. Ghost decided he didn’t want to stick around any longer, being in so many buildings lately was starting to grate on him. 
He went by his home and put the bourbon on the table. Before Soap could notice him, he left again. The festival was one of the ones for the seasons. For once, all of his mind was in agreement that that was not something he wanted to do. 
Ghost ended up perched on a building most of the day, standing like a gargoyle. His presence seemed to be enough to scare most people away. He sighed, watching a bird flit closer to him and sit nearby. 
“What, am I not as scary as a scarecrow?”
The bird cocked its head but didn’t move.
“Guess not.” 
Soap. It felt like all his thoughts lately were dedicated to the man. He had moved closer again in the night. Ghost knew he should stop him. Should’ve shove him off or make him sleep in the floor. But he didn’t. 
Soap’s hands had gotten so close to his mask. Ghost tried not to compare him to… anyone really. It was difficult. Especially when he said things like that. 
Ghost carefully put his hands over his ears, not wanting to scare the birds near him. He was perfectly in control of himself. He knew that. It would be a terrible idea for him to be anything other than that. 
Ghost was a sinner. An awful one. Sin permeated his being. Scars lacing his skin from it. 
But he lusted. He wanted to hear Soap call him pretty. 
Maybe not pretty. 
They could find a better word. 
Would those lips be that soft against his skin? 
Soap had looked stunning in his clothing. Even better when he was asleep in his bed. 
Sex wasn’t all he wanted. Greed. He wanted more. Wanted Soap’s attention. To make Soap his. Intimacy. Devotion. 
He wouldn’t act on it. Wouldn’t be… Wouldn’t be Roba. 
Ghost sighed. “You’re a terrible conversationalist.” 
The bird chirped. 
Ghost shook his head. “Talk to you later.” He hopped down, landing rather hard. His feet ached, but it was a good pain. 
The walk home was quiet. At some point while he had been up there, the sun had disappeared and the air had gotten chilly enough for him to see his own breaths. 
Ghost, after kicking off his shoes because they were slightly muddy, went straight to the- his room. He stopped quickly at the door. 
Soap laid out on his bed, clearly drunk. He had undressed but the blanket had been draped over him. Ghost remembered seeing paintings of people as a kid. Beautiful women and men in lovely portraits. Soap just happened to be missing the wings.
“You’re home.” Soap said softly, like he barely noticed Ghost was there.  HIs head tilted back and Ghost could see all the way down to where the v of his hips were. Could count the scars on his torso. The blanket just barely kept him from seeing more and for once he was thankful for it. 
“I am. Waiting for me?”
“Getting even. Fixing each other’s problems.”
“What’s my problem?”
“The mask. Take it off.” 
“No.” Ghost mumbled to the air. Soap was too sincere which meant he wouldn’t hide his reaction. Ghost couldn’t fathom what would be worse. A look of disgust? Indifference? A comment about how pretty he was? The only thing he knew was he couldn’t handle any of it.
“You said you didn’t look. You’re looking now.”
“I suppose I am.” Ghost stared to move closer. He could see Soap was afraid, though not as much as he probably should be. 
“Is this what you wanted from me?” Ghost’s hand gently cupped Soap’s jaw, his thumb pressed lightly against his mouth. They would be just as a soft. 
He chose not to answer the question. 
The bottle of bourbon, now half empty, sat on the floor by their bed. 
“You’re drunk.” Ghost tried to keep his voice neutral.
“A little. Got nervous.”
“Why?”
Soap just stared at him and Ghost could see now. The glazed look in his eye, the redness of his face. He could smell the booze rolling off of him. 
“I think I scared you. Just a little. I don’t understand how.”
“You didn’t scare me.”
“I did.” Soap grabbed his mask but Ghost caught his wrist.
“You’re drunk.” 
“Exactly. Won’t remember in the morning.” It felt like bait. Ghost just couldn’t figure out what for.
He withdrew from him. 
“I’ll sleep on the couch tonight.” He grabbed the covers and roughly pulled them up, covering Soap’s figure as he looked away. “You’re drunk.”
“Why would you care about something like that?” Soap stared up at him. It wasn’t judgemental. That was the worst part. It was just calm curiosity.
“You won’t remember anything in the morning, right?” 
“Not a thing.” 
Ghost nodded. “I kinda liked when you called me pretty.” He shoved him down so he was flat on his back and left him. 
He made sure to grab the bottle. 
It was empty before the morning came.
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It’s been a long holiday weekend here and it has been much needed. A chance to slow down. I’ve done some deep cleaning pockets. We’ve rearranged some things to make the house flow better, and tomorrow I have an impromptu day off, which was meant to be a solo day, but sister is on the mend after a bug this weekend and I’m cashing in on the close to preschool and no count school days and keeping g her with me.
I was going through the math today and I’ll be 43 in September… I’m closer to 45 than 40 now, and I don’t feel it? Yeah there’s stress and my weight has pendulmed to the ‘higher’ range at the moment with a struggle to get a routine of late - dad, sick kids, work dramedy, limited reliable kiddo care options - I’m feeing strong though, and my yoga game is hitting hard. It’s been a beautiful blooming of breaking through some previous limitations as far as hip opening and a shoulder impingement. So I guess that’s called a non scale victory? And for lack of a better term, I just am feeling good. I’ve fully embraced the natural hair movement - if there is one - and even though my grandmother would roll over in her grave, I haven’t dyed my hair in 3 years (I think?)… I am digging the silver strands coming through. It’s ultimately a feeling of peace and resonance right now.
The weather is changing here and looks that spring has sprung. My first daffodils poked through this week and how funny because we had a foot of snow and iced roads a month ago, now everything is budding. I’m anxious to see if my mums we transplanted lasted the winter made it 🤞
We are looking for a platform/slide bed for our 5 year old to convince her she DOES want to sleep in her bed and not wedge in between mommy and daddy every night between 11p-2a. I think that will be her Easter present. We also have some treehouse modifications and climbing assists for the front yard for J man I think he will enjoy with the warm weather.
We would like to plan a camping trip for April when we will both be off and the kids have a long weekend. We take 2 weeks for our anniversary every year and the timing lines up. The prob comes with our dogs and who can watch them. We are leaning towards asking dad to come down, and I think it would be a fun thing for him to do maybe? His treatment is going well as far as it can, is it insensitive to ask him? C’s mom said the dogs are too much for FIL, so, is it the same with my dad or would it be fun company for him? I don’t know.
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1// J’s gorg locks
2// my first attempt at homemade apple cider vinegar
3// c and my girl
4// the kids ‘cooked dinner’ for valentines 😍😍😍
I also felt super homesteady this week; I made my homemade cleaner out of orange rinds and apple cider vinegar. I save all the peels then soak in vinegar for 1-2 weeks, then strain and add some water and tea tree oil - it’s AMAZING. Then you take the used rinds and put them in your garden to prevent pests. The picture is apple peels/cores that you soak for 1-2 weeks in cloth covered jar, then strain to make your own apple cider vinegar. I’ll let you know how it goes.
Every little bit helps. Everything you do good, is something good xx
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pennylanewrites · 10 months
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sur le fil [levi ackerman x f!reader]
chapter 2: el valse
your neighbours learn about your secret skills; cooking and painting. the latter causes some disturbance. petra makes a scene and you see what levi is actually like when he’s furious.
a/n: this one’s short but hey, flustered levi makes his appearance. the next chapter’s bigger 😏
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you almost jumped out of bed when a loud thud echoed through the second floor. someone giggled and someone else shushed them. groaning, you slowly opened one eye to check your phone. 6:22 am.
“there goes my saturday…” you stretched and got up, pulling your flip flops from under the bed. with heavy-lidded eyes, you dragged your feet down the stairs, through the living room and into the kitchen.
“what the fuck? why are you all up?” levi was sitting down on the kitchen table, newspaper in one hand, a cigarette in the other. zoe and moblit slowly lifted their heads from the counter, looking up at you with guilt.
“i told you you’d wake her up, zoe.”
“that thud was you? i thought the ceiling fell.” you pushed the pair out of your way and looked at your coffee machine. “what did you do?”
“nothing! not yet, at least. we wanted to make coffee and levi wouldn’t help.” zoe scratched the back of her head as moblit sat her down on a chair. levi scrunched his nose and moved away from zoe.
“here.” you poured two espresso shots in shot glasses and placed them on the table. “drink these.”
“and take a shower,” levi added as zoe inspected the espresso shot, “you guys stink of gin.”
as your coffee poured, you took out an array of ingredients; flour, cheese, chocolate, eggs and more.
“breakfast is served in two hours.”
“thanks, y/n. come on, chérie.”
you were glad you took the time to fill up your share of the pantry in the week. you had loved cooking, ever since you were a kid. you always thought cooking for someone, sitting down to share the meal was one of the most intimate experiences.
you could cut the tension in the kitchen with a knife. every so often, you would peek at levi as you dusted flour off your hands, and he would shove his newspaper closer to his face. you still took it as a win; it meant he was already looking.
you were taking reference photos of the mess on the counter, the half-set breakfast table, levi’s newspaper and cigarettes, when you felt a cold hand on your waist. startled, you looked back at levi, who simply wanted you to get out of his way.
“sorry!” you squeaked out and went back to pour the pancake dough into the pan. what the fuck was that?
he chuckled. he actually chuckled as he poured a second cup of tea for himself. the shit was making fun of you.
after two long hours, you finally set the table; a platter of sliced mango and papaya, a bowl of warm pão francês with a side of butter and jam spreads, a plate of tapioca pancakes, filled with nutella. you finished the table with another plate of pão de queijo, cheese-filled heavenly balls of dough, and a ceramic jug of fresh-squeezed orange juice.
zoe and moblit entered the kitchen right on time, eyes lighting up at the assortment of food. levi excused himself, but zoe easily lifted him up and shoved him back in his chair. you couldn’t help but laugh at the sight, trying -and failing- to disguise with a cough.
after explaining the brazilian-inspired recipes, everyone digged in.
“ha-ha. levi’s eating balls.” zoe giggled, shoving half a pancake in her mouth. levi shot a glare her way.
“zoe.” moblit pleaded, knowing a simple word from her could result in one of levi’s outbreaks. zoe took one of the cheese-stuffed balls, and when levi opened his mouth to speak, shoved it between his teeth.
everyone stared at him. he was trying to be serious, but it was impossible with a ball keeping his mouth half-open. you muffled a gasp with your palm and looked at your lap, the table shaking from you keeping your laughter in. now it was your turn to be stared at from the rest of the table.
when you finally composed yourself, you looked up at levi. he had already chewed the dough ball and was now, while keeping eye contact, licking his thumb and then his pointer finger tantalisingly slow. a foot found it’s way against your calf, stroking it and gradually heading north. you shoved your legs shut and looked away flustered. he had won this one.
“turn off the porn.” zoe whispered to moblit, but both you and levi caught the comment.
you and zoe were left alone in the kitchen to clean up. she was washing the dishes, you were putting away the leftovers.
“levi and petra are still together, you know,” she started and you gave her a warning look, “but i’m pretty sure it’s over.”
“okay.” you shrugged.
“he wants to have sex with you.”
“zoe!”
“what?” she continued humming a song from an infomercial. you pulled saran wrap over a half-cut mango and sighed.
“levi does not want to have sex with me. we just started getting along.”
“he was about to have sex with your leg.”
“how did you know about that?” you looked at her with horror. zoe had this weird aura around her, and she always knew what you were thinking. at times you thought maybe she was a psychic. a low, evil laugh came out of her lips as she patted her wet hands on her skirt.
“because he thought my leg was yours at first.”
you had a moment where you both stared at the floor before looking at each other and bursting out laughing.
you were struggling to carry an unfinished painting, your easel and supplies to the terrace, when levi stepped out of his bedroom, a female voice yelling behind him in french. he shut the door and leaned back on it with a sigh. he looked so tortured, with his eyes shut close and his chest moving up and down with every sharp breath, as the female screamed behind the door. you pretended not to notice him and headed up the stairs.
“you’re going to fall.” he called out and walked up to you. he was right, but you were stubborn. looking down at your painting, you grinned.
“help me then.” you gave him the canvas. the back of it wrote self portrait and levi was instantly intrigued. you climbed the stairs with levi right behind you. any moment now…
levi stumbled on the very last step, almost falling on the floor. you looked back, and he quickly turned the canvas back around, cheeks rosy and eyes shifting around the ceiling.
“thanks, ackerman.” you placed your easel down and placed the canvas on it, admiring your work. a detailed silhouette on a mattress. the rest of the background was undefined, but the portrait of your naked body was finished, and it was engraved in levi’s brain for the rest of the day.
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the afternoon rush hour had gone smoothly, even with levi’s mysterious absence. your mind wandered to petra; they were obviously fighting earlier that day, and she sounded furious. you wondered if she knew about the little…whatever it was, between you and levi. you really doubted it, however; nothing was happening, just a stupid act in the moment. as if on cue, levi stepped in. you suddenly were very interested in the dainty porcelain tea cups you had on display. levi worked around you as he got ready for his shift. you both jumped away when your pinkies touched under the bar.
“you can go now.”
“i’m working for another five hours.” you were not about to lose a day’s pay just because levi didn’t want you around.
“i have this covered.”
“it’s fine, ackerman,” he glared at you at the use of his last name, “i won’t pull any self portraits from behind the fridge.” you took a step back and grinned when levi looked away.
you worked in sync for a while longer, trying not to touch one another. what was this weird tension and when did it start? if levi didn’t basically try to fuck your leg that morning, none of this would be happening; you would still be bickering and muttering curses. you would definitely not be looking at his jean-clad ass and thick thighs. what kind of sorcery was this that they looked so muscly, even under jeans?
“i’m taking my break!” you yelled behind you before leaving through the back door. levi shook his head and even contemplated slapping himself as he watched your hips swing with your step.
you were mindlessly scrolling on your phone, eating a sandwich from the deli around the corner, when you heard commotion from inside the café. you grabbed your stuff from the bench and walked back inside.
petra, despite her petite appearance, was making a scene in the middle of the café. levi had his arms crossed against his chest and was staring at her, an empty look in his eyes. you were pretty sure that made petra even angrier.
despite your broken french knowledge, you caught a few phrases; ‘emotionless’ ‘cheap bastard’.
the only words levi spoke at the girl, you understood loud and clear.
“get the fuck out.” a few tears escaped petra’s eyes and your heart broke for her. she could tell she wasn’t welcome anymore, so she gathered her bag and jacket and ran out.
zoe and moblit had a fair share of stories with levi getting mad, frustrated, furious. they all ended in someone getting punched. but no, this. this is what levi actually was like when furious. he appeared emotionless to the naked eye, but if you put him under a microscope, you could see his chest puff in and out frantically, his nostrils flare, a bead of sweat fall down the vein popping on his forehead.
levi apologised to the customers with a polite smile, looking around before his eyes fell on you. you gave him a sympathetic smile before returning to your spot inside the bar.
“take a break.” you told him, but he just shook his head no. “you can’t even make tea, your hands are trembling.”
“i’m fine.” he muttered, hissing when the mug slipped from his hand, splashing the burning liquid all over his front. he slammed the mug down, lifting his hands to his temples and massaging them as hard as he could.
“are you trying to give yourself a lobotomy?” you took his wrists in your hands and turned him around, so his back was to the customers. “let me clean this up.”
you took a damp towel and lifted it to his chest, patting down the stain on his white shirt. you trailed down to his stomach, the pads of your fingers grazing his belt. he swiftly grabbed your wrist, looking at you from behind his black hair.
“stop.” he choked out. you nodded and took a step back, eyeing him from the top to the bottom. “i-i’m going to take my break now.” levi muttered and you noticed he held his bag over his crotch as he walked to the back room.
you danced around with a giggle as you prepared the next order. this one felt a little bittersweet after petra’s outburst, but it was still a victory for you.
levi 1 - y/n 2
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