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BRAT; Ryomen Sukuna x fem!Itadori Reader. (Soulmate au)
This is a sukuna x fem itadori reader wip. I thought a soulmate au with sukuna possessing you would be an interesting idea haha. It has some cracky undertones.
Yuji is your twin brother but you ate the cursed finger instead.
Would you like to read more of it? Let me know!
Sukuna had been waiting his entire life for you, his soulmate. From the time he learned about soulmates, he was obsessed with the idea of meeting you.
He didn’t quite understand what the words on his wrist meant but he adored him. “Holy fuck you’re hot.” were illuminated on his wrist. He reasoned that maybe it was some other language. He always ran his fingers on the words, tracing them gently whenever he felt sad or angry. It was his only solace in this cruel world.
He didn’t care about the abuse he received from his parents nor did he care about how the villagers treated him.
You were the only thing on his mind. His mind was always wandering around thinking of you. He wondered about what you looked like, how you were doing, if you thought about him as much as he did.
He wished you would just come and save him from the hellish life he was living. He was at a point in his life where he was weak and he wasn’t able to do anything to protect himself.
He trained everyday on his techniques, worked on building muscles and just becoming strong. He got strong and eventually became the strongest sorcerer alive so that he could protect you.
He waited and waited and waited for you to show up one day. But you never showed up. Sukuna felt gutted. He was so filled with grief and sadness that he went mad.
He slaughtered numerous people. It didn’t matter who it was, men or women he killed them all. He didn’t care about the consequences of his actions. He just wanted to meet you.
A time came when he had to be killed. His only regret was that he never got to meet you. His fingers became a cursed object and were sealed away.
In the 21 century, there you were. Itadori y/n, Yuji Itadori’s twin sister.
You were a bubbly child, always happy and just rambling all the time. It didn’t matter who it was, the moment someone talked to you? You went off on tangents about anything and everything. You had never-ending topics and facts and the urge to never shut up.
Your twin, Yuji, was constantly annoyed with your incessant talking but it was also one of the things that he loved about you.
When you found out about soulmates you were amazed by the notion of it. Someone that was going to love you no matter what.
The words written on your wrist were embarrassing and in some ways endearing to you.
The words “I finally found you huh? My brat.” adorned on your wrist. You figured your soulmate was quite a grumpy person that was like an old soul.
You daydreamed about your soulmate all the time. You wondered about what he was like. You eagerly wished to meet him.
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You and Yuji were on your way to the hospital. You both had brought a beautiful bouquet for your Grandpa Saitou. To others he may seem like a rude old man, he literally was but he was so much more than that. He was like your father. He had single-handedly raised you and yuji and loved you both immensely.
You walked inside the hospital room and rushed up to your grandpa Saitou and hugged him. “Grandpa! I missed you.”
Now Grandpa had a soft spot for you. You reminded him of his son, Itadori Jin. Over the years he had fondly spoken about the similarities between you.
“I joined a club with Yuji today!” “Oh really? Tell me all about it.” your grandpa replied with a glint of amusement in his eyes. He was the only one alongside Yuji who loved hearing you talk.
“Yuji? Why am I hearing just now that you joined the occult club?” Grandpa now turned towards Yuji who was placing the flowers in the vase.
“Uh, you know how she is. I am not going to leave her alone.” Yuji shrugged. “This is why I love you yuji!” you fake cried. “Shut up.” He blushed. Grandpa cleared his throat.
“Yuji, you're a strong kid, take care of others, especially her.” Grandpa now turned over and looked at you. “You're the sweetest child and I am proud that I raised you both.”
“Grandpa-why are you saying this?” you stuttered.
“Both of you protect each other no matter what.” Grandpa Saitou spoke and turned over. That was the moment you knew he was dead.
“Grandpa? Grandpa?” Yuji called out.
“Yuji? Is- he de-ad?” your lip quivered. Yuji did not respond, it made you sob. Your legs felt weak and you dropped to the floor. Hot tears were streaming down your face.
Yuji scooped you in his arms and led you out of the hospital room. He sat you down on one of the chairs and let you cry on his shoulder. Yuji also had tears in his eyes, he didn't expect this. Neither of you did.
You were approached by an emo-looking boy with spiky hair. "Yuji Itadori, correct?" The person asked. “You're my soulmate?” Yuji asked, looking dumbfounded.
“This is crazy,” You mumbled. “I’m Fushiguro Megumi. It's nice to finally meet you. I’m from Jujutsu high school. Sorry, but there's no time." He said.
"The cursed object you have is extremely dangerous. Hand it over right away." Megumi spoke. “I don't want you to get hurt,” he added.
"Cursed object?" Itadori asked, confused. You moved to a more secluded area. "This, you have it right?" He asked as he pulled out his phone with a picture of the cursed object.
“Hm?" Itadori looked closer. “Yuji, isn't that the ugly-looking finger?” you questioned.
"Oh yeah! I found it. I don't mind giving it back, but my fellow club members have taken a liking to it." He spoke. "I’d at least like an explanation."
"The majority are the result of negative energy that flows out of people..." Megumi started. “And it's a very dangerous object. I can't risk you getting hurt or other people getting killed.'' Megumi spoke.
“I said that I don't mind it, you can have it.” Yuji handed him the box.“It’s empty? I was just following the taint clinging to the box?” Megumi mumbled.
“Yuji? Where is the finger?” He asked. “It's with our senpais. Actually, they were thinking of removing the talisman tonight.'' Megumi backed away.
“What? Is it bad?” You asked. “Bad? It's worse than bad, they're going to get killed.”
~time skip~
"I just need some cursed energy, right?" you rustled through your pocket and pulled out the finger, and ate it.
“You dumbass. Are you trying to kill yourself?” Yuji yelled at you. “Well if it saves you then i’ll do everything in my power.” you smiled at yuji.
Your entire body convulsed and your eyes rolled to the back of your head. You could faintly hear yuji and his soulmate scream for you as you collapsed on the cold floor.
You woke up in a weird dark place that awfully looked like a shrine? And someone was sitting on the throne made up of bones.
You squinted your eyes, “Holy fuck you're hot.” You blurted out then squeaked.
The man chuckled, his voice sounded deep and velvety. “I finally found you huh? My brat.”
“YOU?!!” you shouted.
And just like that, you found your soulmate.
He snapped his fingers and you landed on his lap. “Wow, today is like a trainwreck,” you mumbled.
“What do you mean by that?” he asked, propping his chin on your shoulder. “Well first my grandpa died then my brother found his soulmate and then we heard that our senpais could die because of the old crusty finger so then I ate it and well then I passed out and then I found you?” you animatedly spoke. “Well where did you come from tho?” you asked.
He chuckled again. “I quote ‘The old crusty finger’ That was my finger from my old body that got sealed away.”
“Wait- does that mean you're inside of me?” You asked, feeling confused about the whole situation.
“That sounded so bad.” Sukuna groaned. “But yes I’m quite literally inside your body.”
“How does that even work? And how haven’t you shriveled up like a prune yet? Like you’re so old?” You were very confused.
“I have a good skincare routine.” Sukuna sniffed. You laughed.
“You know I imagined my soulmate to be a grumpy man with an old soul but you turned out to be a grumpy old man with an even older soul.” You giggled.
“I'm not that old, okay?” He grumbled. “How old are you again?” You questioned.
“I stopped counting after 300.” You burst into a fit of giggles.
“Does that mean you're a gilf? Like you're so old.” “Well, I tried to keep myself alive for you and what does gilf mean?” He inquired in confusion.
“Grandpa I’d like to fuck.” You snorted.
He groaned, “That is the dumbest thing I’ve heard. I’ve never had children so how can I be a grandpa?”
“Well, you have that aura.” You spoke, trying to muffle your laugh. “You cheeky brat.” Sukuna huffed.
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alfred meeting food blogger reader for the first time during weekly visit when he off to new york visiting jason (which he gives Alfie reader's home address since reader wants to meat his grandpa) but encounter them in the farmer market when he and the reader both reach for a fresh batch of apple at same time in the same stall, also, jason and alfred both pretend not to know each other when reader introduce her new friend to her boyfriend as jason hugs himself around reader🍎❤🍎
It was a nice saturday morning, the early sun rays warming his face and contrasting with the still cold air hanging around. Jason had lost you sometime ago, but he didn’t worry. There was no need for it, in fact.
Y/n was always excited to go to the farmer’s market. And by excited he meant very, eager, exhilarated, psyched. You loved it. All kinds of fresh delicious food. All kinds of unique and different products. Everything a food lover, kind-of-a-chef, and content creator would love.
So he didn’t worry when he suddenly missed your hands in his, and your constant chattering about any and every product you found mildly interesting. He knew you were safe and that you would come back. And that’s a feeling being in Gotham never really granted him.
“Jason! Babe!” he heard you calling, quickly turning around in the direction your voice was coming from. “I found the most beautiful strawberries I’ve ever seen” you told him once he arrived beside you, eyes sparkling at your excitement.
They were truly beautiful. Big, bright red and without a flaw in sight. “My new friend, Alfred, and I were just chatting about how difficult it’s been to find such good strawberries these days, isn’t it?”
Turning to face your new friend, Jason followed your movements to land eyes in one of his most beloved and well recognized features. Alfred, now clad in a jacket and something else other than a suit, but still as posh, smiled at his foster son, extending his hands for Jason to shake. “Nice to finally see you again, Master Jason.”
The look on your face, of complete shock and surprise, must have been entertaining, because your boyfriend blurted out laughing at you, while you remained not understanding a thing. And then it clicked.
“He’s your Alfred?” you questioned, looking frantically between the two men. “Oh my gosh, you are his Alfrend, aren’t you? I’m so excited to finally meet you!” you embraced the older man, a bit surprised he let you do so without knowing you that much.
“And I’m happy to finally meet you too. Master Jason has talked a lot about you, miss.” Alfred threw a knowing glance at Jason, and you could’ve sworn his cheeks turned pink.
“And he has told me a lot about you too. In fact, you’re the only family member mister grumpy tells me about.”
While the two engaged in a long conversation, going from you excitedly asking Alfred to tell you about Jason’s childhood, to different kinds of food and recipes and cooking tips you could remember, Jason smiled happily at you two. Two of the most important people in his life getting along so well and so quickly.
He felt a strange sensation on his chest. A good sensation. One that made the small box hidden in his drawer seem ideal.
“Hey, Alfie” he interrupted, laying his arms around both yours and Alfred’s shoulders. “How about we get some breakfast back at our place?”
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EPISODE 8 😭😭 THE FEELS
the first line being 'look, you didn't ask to be a half blood' 😭😭 this is the shows equivalent to the good kid reprise
The wooden sword 😂
they have my respect for showing a luke and percy practicing sword fight scene SERIOUSLY the rest of the riordanverse percy still hears advice from luke while swordfighting and that is a plot point that is so special to me okay
the transition from luke to percy as he asks for single combat it's SO CINEMATIC I LOVE IT
The threatening aura of ares after being grumpy and comedic is chefs kiss about dayum time
I wish they kept the scene where percy says something along the lines of "we didn't mention any dreams" when ares yells that gods don't dream but ofc tv!percy knows all
cue one of the most epic sword fight scenes of the century
IM THE SON OF POSEIDON NOW FACE THE TIDE INSIDE OF MEEEEEEEE
NO SERIOUSLY SOMEBODY MAKE AN EDIT
THE SIZE OF PERCY COMPARED TO THE WAVE, THE WAVE ENVELOPING BOTH OF THEM
The camera shots are too good I swear
Ok that was short
I kinda missed the police cars and the sirens in the background and the reporters and all that chaos
sallys in the breeze she's in the trees
Alecto redemption arc wasnt on my bingo card but I actually like it guys
THE NECKLACE
percy staring at annabeth as she makes it harder each day to believe no one cares about him will never get old ❤️
“Wheres the glory in that” lazy ppl dont need glory
Rip lance reddick❤️
the next time hes going to roast zeus’s family percy is going to be older and more intimidating ZEUS IS GOING TO LISTEN and thats something so amazing
the way that percy fell to the ground with his arms on his head by instinct as zeus raised his lightning bolt
POSEIDON YASSSSS
”perseus” wait a sec is this the first reveal of percys real name?
THEIR ACTING AS ALWAYS 10/10
”can i ask you a question?’ DID YOU EVER HAVE SOMEONE KISS YOU IN A CROWDED ROOM AND EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOUR FRIENDS WAS MAKING FUN OF YOU
Dude was like no hon i aint gon tell bout what i dream about your mother kaboom peace out
huggggg (btw guys im in this show im the camper in the background clapping for the hug) i love that laugh from percy like ‘yep this is how we roll now not bad’
I love that theyre using that position to just ominously talk about clarisse not even letting go, just hugging it out talking about the traitor
Luke and annabeth in the same frame!!! We got a hand on annabeths shoulder AND NOTHING ELSE
THE CINEMATOGRAPHY OF THE NEXT SCENE IS UNPARALLELED
THE WAY THE FIREWORKS GET DARKER AND DARKER AS LUKE IS CAUGHT
Backbiter glowed up fr now he can make interdimensional portals
also percy knows everything as usual.
the girls are fightinggggg
”im sorry” *luke taking advantage to slash percy in the arm* you will always live in my heart
The heartbreak in lukes eyes
the hearbreak in annabeths eyes
also that shot of leah against the bright lights of the fireworks makes her look so pretty
ok we’re just going to gloss over the sadness of the betrayal
Can i just say i love chirons casting SO MUCH im so excited to see him party next season
“I am percy jackson” slay
ANNABETHS PIGTAILS ARE SO CUTE
OFC SHES GOING TO DISNEY WORLD
the way shes just worrying about what it might do to kill her 🥺
annabeth: *Exists*
percy: ❤️🥺😁🥰
THE LIL FLOWER
HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG
bro literally gave us the percy and sally reunion of our dreams
”your survival is the key to my rise” get lost grim reaper
petition to call kronos grandpa every dream
ILL BE BACK NEXT SUMMER YOULL SEE ME AGAIN ILL BE BACK NEXT SUMMER ILL SURVIVE TILL THEN
Percy arming himself with the umbrella
I BETTER GET SEASON 2
Woooooooooooo gabe dieeeeee
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Late night Chasm Child reader Brainrot
This just a funny or fluff idea i came up and i will edit this tomorrow once i wake up. So enjoy the fluff here.
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So i already know everyone is aware my child reader has a Floating Fungi Hydro enemy as their companion who is overprotective and tends to accidentally get Reader stuck in the bubble with them named "Mushi" but what if:
Chasm Child Reader as another companion who mostly stays in the Chasm cause its their home and they are a Geovishap.
Reader named them "Grumpy Gramps"
She called the geovishap Grumpy due the fact the creature is usually sleeping alot and hates getting distrubed by other living beings such as the Fatui and Treasure Hoarders disturb their peaceful naps and tends to cause ruckus. Once it punishes the people who disturb its nap they go back napping.
The fact there has been sightings of it and most Treasurer hoarders would avoid waking it up the fact this Geovisap doesnt attack them when they see them but instead just closes its eyes and naps. Once you try to awake them or disturb their nap they will be pissed off and start going into a murder spree before napping all day.
Child reader found them when she was exploring the Chasm with Mushi and legit one moment she went to steal food resources from the Treasurer hoarders and almost got caught until Mushi barreled right into her face and suddenly a familiar roar that belonged to the Geovisaps scared all the Treasurer Hoarders. Meanwhile Child reader ran to safety and peakes out with Mushi who looked very "smug" for some reason as they watch bodies going in the air.
By the time all tresurer hoarders are passed out the Geovishap made eye contact with Reader and Child reader noticed that the Geovishap is missing one eye. Both did not move but the Geovishap glared at Mushi who sent a water bubble at the Geovishap causing Child reader to panic and quickly give Mushi a tight squeeze and telling them to say sorry to the Geovishap much to the Fungi'a dismay.
But the Geovishap just let out a growl before walking away and toke a quick nap causing Child Reader to look at them before saying: "I'll call you Sleep Grumpy! Or mostly Grumpy Gramps?"
The Geovishap let out a grunt and then went to dreamland.
Child reader Grinned: "Grumpy Gramps then!"
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"Lumine is a meanie!"
The blonde traveler suddenly felt their heart was struck by an arrow as she saw you giving her a cute glare at them with a pout as her hands were on her waist. It would be cute if-
There wasnt that strange Geovishap standing behind the Child and glaring at them with Murder.
Paimon was shaking behind Lumine, "T-THIS IS N-NOT P-PAIMON'S FAULT!"
Mushi made several squeaks before splashing at the floating companion who yelped getting wet.
To sum it up Lumine and Paimon were farming Insignias from Treasurer hoarders and aciddentally woke up a certain Geovishap and tried to kill fight it off until You ran up to them screaming for them to "stop!" and stand behind the geovishap with arms wide to stop the fight.
It turns out this Geovishap was the same rumored Geovishap who was rumored to be the sleeping Geovishap that was like the Primo Geovishap yet they no one knows why this Geovishap is acting like the Primo Geovishaps that sleeps.
"Say sorry to Mr. Sleepy Grandpa Gramps!"
Wha-
"You disturb Gramps nap!" You said, "Gramps hate getting their naps disturb so say sorry!"
"Mr sleepy grandpa gramps?" Lumine repeated the name.
"Yeah I named him!" You gave a proud look with smile that you gave a wonderful name to the sleeping Geovishap.
"And I thought Paimon was worst at naming stuff..." Paimon muttered only for her to hide behind Lumine even more when she saw the Geovishap glare at her.
Just then the Geovishap grunted and growled at you as Mushi was above your head hovering.
"Huh you don't want Paimon and Big sis Lumine to apologize to you"
The geovishap grunted.
"But they woke you up accidentally?"
More grunts, growls and other noises the Geovishap made as you pouted before understanding that Grumpy doesn't need an apology from your new friends so long they already know that they should not wake him up if they ever cross path with him again.
The geovishap shaked its head before glancing at the two campanions who are tensed up seeing the glare but both let out a sigh of relief when the geovishap just turned around and walked away from them. Once he was out of sight you looked at Lumine who put away her weapon while Paimon looked like she escaped her death.
"Man" Paimon spoke, "Paimon thought that Lumine and her would get ourselves attacked by the geovishap"
"Grumpy Gramps is usually passive and would sleep anywhere in the Chasm" You told them, "I don't know why he keeps sleeping a lot"
"Usually Primo Geovishaps would sleep but seeing a Geovishap who likes sleeping and is passive gave us a shock" Lumine said as you tilted your head.
"Primo Geovishap?" You asked.
"Mhm! They are a bigger version of a Geovishap but they are usually sleeping in the mountains" Paimon explained to you, "Although like Lumine said it is very strange to see a geovishap who isn't a Primo that likes to sleep alot"
"Grumpy Gramps is indeed strange but he is nice especially I enjoy him throwing Treasurer hoarders in the air!" You grinned raising your arms up in excitement, "You should have seen how he throw their bodies! They went WHOOSH! or THUD! or BAM!"
Those words made Lumine and Paimon look at you in shock but most of all they were baffled to hear that from you.
"Bodies going flying!?" Paimon exclaimed.
"Yeah! Maybe next time when Grumpy Gramps is not sleepy then I can drag him toys for you guys to watch his throws!"
"Uhhh I think Paimon wouldn't like to see that..."
"Sounds fun"
"LUMINE?!"
You just laughed as you hug Mushi who enjoyed the attention.
Thank goodness Lumine wasn't scared of Gramps! ^^
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The Littlest Cowgirl and the Mean Old Bull (Whumptober 2022)
Whumptober Prompts (from this list): Lies - New Scars - Breathing Through The Pain
Character: Rhett Abbott (Outer Range)
Author’s Notes: If you are not over eighteen, this is not for you! I deserve a safe place to express myself and that includes not wanting minors to read my content, even when it is not sexual in nature. Thank you. I am REALLY sorry that this is late but I really am trying my best okay! I actually switched this with day 15 bc I had no inspiration for that day and I wanted to write this one lmao. HUGE thank you to @jostystyles for looking over this for me, this is for you baby. fic dividers by my darling @a-reader-and-a-writer, thank you so so much
Warnings: ANGST, bull riding, graphic descriptions of violence and injuries, blood and gore, low key religious trauma, hospitals, misplaced guilt, (AKA Jo traumatizes Rhett’s five year old daughter for 4.5k words)
“Momma hurry up! We’re gonna miss daddy’s ride!” the little girl called, dragging her mother towards the stands and through the crowd by the hand.
“Slow down Annie!” Y/N laughed, shaking her head as her five year old daughter plowed through the crowd of adults without hesitation. “We have time!”
Angelica Abbott was definitely her father’s daughter, all attitude and sass, just like Rhett. She stomped through, weaving through the legs of the crowd, her tiny pink cowgirl boots kicking up tiny clouds of dust as she went. For her outfit that evening (she always dressed up for daddy’s rodeos), she had chosen to dress in a miniature matching version of what her father was wearing, a dark blue flannel and jeans, her hair braided into two tails under her pink cowgirl hat.
She didn’t slow down, not satisfied until her and her mother had taken their seats in the stands with grandpa Royal. The rodeo was on the other side of the state from Wabang as it was a big competition and so Rhett and his wife had decided to make it into a little vacation for Annie. Royal had come to see his son compete in the biggest competition of his career, Cecelia staying home to watch Amy as Perry had gone on another bender and as such was unfit. Annie climbed up the stands and hopped into her grandfather’s lap as her mother trailed behind her, out of breath from chasing and calling after the rambunctious child.
“Angelica, what have I told you about runnin’ away from your mama?” Royal asked as sternly as he could, struggling to stop himself from smiling at her adorably grumpy face.
Royal’s grandchildren were his weakness and one look from Amy or Annie would have him giving in to give them whatever they wanted, a fact they both took advantage of. Y/N huffed out a final breath as she sat down next to her father-in-law.
“Mama’s too slow!” Annie whined and Royal chuckled. “Daddy’s about to ride and we were gonna miss it!”
“Your father doesn’t ride for another ten minutes, little one.” Royal supplied and Annie giggled as she shrugged.
Annie settled back in her grandfather’s lap, leaning back against his chest and peering down at the ring and the bull pens behind it. The three of them played I Spy for a while to kill the time, Annie giggling when she chose to describe the same trailer for the third turn in a row.
“Oh look! It’s daddy!” Y/N said and Annie sat up, looking to where her mom was pointing at the back of the ring to find her father getting ready to mount the bull in it’s tiny pen.
“Daddy!” she squealed and Rhett turned to wave at her with a big smile, Annie waving back frantically.
“I love you, Angel!” he called back, his nickname for her barely audible from so far with so much noise around them.
Rhett turned to focus on mounting the bull when Annie’s face suddenly dropped.
“Oh no!” she cried out and her mother and grandfather looked to her in concern. “I didn’t give daddy his good luck kiss! I always give him his good luck kiss before he rides!”
“It’s alright sweetheart, just you being here to watch him is all the luck he’ll ever need.” Royal assured her.
She watched nervously as Rhett struggled to mount the bull, the handlers barely able to get him on it. Annie had never seen that happen and it made her stomach twist into knots. She turned to her mother, leaning practically onto her lap and got her attention as the man on the speakers started talking.
“Mama?” she said quietly and her mother leaned in to hear her daughter over the announcer. “My tummy hurts.”
“Oh, I’m sorry baby, we can go back to the hotel right after daddy finishes his ride.” Y/N assured her and Annie frowned.
“Need to go now!” she insisted, pouting.
“Sweetheart, daddy is about to ride. Eight seconds and he’s off and we can go, okay?” her mother asked and Annie reluctantly nodded, settling back into her grandfather’s lap uneasily.
Annie had seen a lot of her father’s rides over her very short life, whether it was in a sling wrapping her against her mother’s body, nestled on her grandmother’s lap, or perched high up on her grandfather’s shoulders. A few times, her father had fallen off or had a rough landing but he always got back up with minimal injuries, usually just some cuts and bruises, a sprain or two at the worst.
Whenever that happened, Rhett would sit on a chair in the kitchen as Y/N cleaned and bandaged his cuts and put ice on his bruises. Annie would be perched on the kitchen table or on his lap, using her little toy first aid kit to help her momma. She liked playing nurse to help her daddy feel better when he was hurt. Rhett would always end up covered in dozens of flowery and sparkly little bandaids, whether he needed them or not (and usually he didn’t).
“Daddy just got a little banged up by the mean old bull, baby.” he would assure her, her little fingers tracing over the scars, both new and old on his chest. “I’m just lucky I have you and your mama–best nurses in Amelia county–to always take care of me.”
Annie usually loved to watch her father ride bulls but as she waited for the ride to start, that bad feeling in her stomach got worse and worse. The bullhorn sounded and the gates were thrown open, the bull launching out of the shoot, Rhett hanging onto its back for dear life. She tried to count the seconds like her grandmother had taught her to do between lightning and thunder to know how far away a storm was.
One-one thousand. The crowd including her grandfather shot to their feet, hooting and hollering.
Two-one thousand. The bull bucked over and over again, bellowing in anger at the man on his back.
Three-one thousand. Rhett’s hat flew off his head, landing in the dirt below the angry bull’s stomping hooves and quickly being trampled.
Four-one thousand. The halfway point, Rhett still holding on tightly to the reins even as the bull got angrier and angrier, trying harder and harder to throw him off.
Five-one thousand. The dust cloud kicked up by the bull got bigger and bigger, almost hiding the image of Rhett perched on it’s back, his hand up in the air just like in the tattoo on his chest.
Six-one thousand. One of the ropes on the bull snapped, Rhett’s grip slipping as the entire saddle was knocked loose.
Seven-one thousand. Rhett’s body was flung off of the bucking bull, hitting the ground with a sickening smacking noise inaudible over the loud collective gasp of the crowd as the angry bull charged in to attack with swinging horns and stomping hooves.
The handlers were good at their jobs, getting the bull roped and pulled away from him in mere moments. Within seconds, Rhett’s unmoving body was swarmed by about a dozen handlers and blocking the crowd’s view of him. The crowd had gone deathly silent but as the bull was pulled back into its pen, they began to murmur in hushed whispers. Royal and Y/N were frozen in shock, unable to stop Annie when she wriggled out of her grandfather’s arms and took off down the stairs and towards the pen.
“Angelica, no!” Y/N screamed, racing after her but Annie didn’t listen.
“DADDY!” Annie screamed, sliding between the legs of some officials and into the ring before anyone could stop her, tears streaming down her cheeks as she ran towards the circle of bodies surrounding her father.
Rhett’s brain was pounding in his skull, his eyes struggling to focus on anything but the bright lights of the arena as half a dozen dark figures hovered above him, their panicked voices overlapping.
“Don’t move Rhett! Just don’t move!”
“Jesus fucking Christ-”
“The paramedics are coming, alright?”
“Abbott, blink twice if you can hear me!”
“Oh my God…”
“Do not move!”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck-”
He tuned them out, lying there in the dirt as he attempted to breathe through the agonizing pain on every inch of his body. Something warm and wet was pooling below his left leg and he couldn’t move his left arm at all. He blinked hard as the figures above him came in and out of focus, the same horrified look on every one of their faces. His whole body ached and he groaned in pain when someone tried to touch him. But he didn’t care. All that mattered was making sure his baby girl didn’t see him like that, especially as he heard a small but loud voice shrieking “Daddy!” and wailing in distress. He turned his head as much as he could to look between the legs of the others to see a tiny figure sprinting towards him from across the ring.
“Stop her… can’t… see me… like this.” Rhett rasped, a bit of blood coming out of his mouth as he wheezed in pain.
Luckily, one of the handlers was able to grab her before she got close enough to see him and Rhett could hear her screaming as she was handed off to Royal, who had been hot on her heels. Her voice got further and further away, her grandfather evidently carrying her away despite her loud protests. The men around Rhett parted enough to let Y/N through and she collapsed onto her knees at his side, her terrified eyes raking over his body and taking stock of his injuries. The protective vest seemed to have shielded his chest from the bull’s horns but his legs were not as lucky. He had a huge gash on his left leg, blood pouring forth through a tear in both chaps and jeans. His left arm was smashed, bones jutting out at impossible angles and he was having great difficulty breathing, his chest rising and falling unsteadily at uneven intervals with a rattling wheeze accompanying each breath.
“Oh my God, baby…” she gasped, shaky hands covering her mouth in shock, tears beginning to pour out of the corner of her eyes as she turned to scream at the men standing around. “Where the fuck are the medics! We need a fucking ambulance! Don’t just fucking stand there!”
Rhett chuckled a little at his wife’s fiery rage before the laugh turned to a cough, more blood spraying from his mouth which pulled her attention back to him. Her hands flew to his face, cradling him as she moved strands of his long hair off of his sweaty forehead. Grunting with effort, he moved to place his right hand on hers and she eagerly took it, trying to keep him from moving too much.
“It’s okay baby, don’t move. The medics are coming through the gate right now, okay?” she assured him and he nodded slightly, gazing up into his beautiful wife’s sad eyes. “Just hold on, baby. You’re gonna be just fine, Rhett.”
He squeezed her hand and gave her a small smile.
“I love you, baby. If I don’t get to tell you again, I love you so damn much.” Rhett said and she shook her head, shushing him.
“No, don’t think like that, okay? You’re gonna be alright and you can tell me again later.” she replied, crying as she looked down at her husband. “I love you and Annie loves you and you’re not going anywhere.”
“Our little angel didn’t see me like this, right?” he asked and she shook her head.
“No, your father took her outside the ring.” she assured him and he breathed out in relief.
“Tell her I’m okay.” he said weakly and they both knew it was a lie. “Tell her daddy is just a little more bruised up than usual from the mean old bull.”
Y/N nodded, unable to speak through her tears as the paramedics kneeled beside them, dropping his hand reluctantly when a rodeo official gently eased her up and away from him so they had room to work. She felt like she was in a nightmare as she was led out of the ring, glancing backwards every few seconds to watch them strap him onto a board and carry him into an ambulance.
Everything had been a blur of tears to Annie ever since her grandfather had carried her out of the ring, ignoring her angry fists pounding on his chest and her screamed demands to be taken back. An ambulance with flashing lights and sirens pulled up to the gate of the ring and drove inside as some rodeo officials ushered Royal and Annie into an office in the back of the arena. When another official brought Y/N in a few minutes later, Annie was still blubbering into her grandfather’s neck as he shushed her and stroked her back. The second she saw her mother Annie reached for her and was pulled into her mother’s arms, Royal holding the pair comfortingly.
The officials talked with Royal and Y/N for a while but Annie wasn’t paying attention, instead continuing to cry as she clung to her mother. They were brought out to a car and driven back to their hotel, her mother telling her that daddy was going to the hospital but that they couldn’t see him until he felt a little better. Royal thanked the man who drove them, his comforting arm around his daughter-in-law’s shoulder as they headed for their rooms, Royal deciding to stay in their room for the night.
When they had made the reservations, Royal had his own room while Rhett’s family took a room with two beds, one for Rhett and Y/N and the other for Annie. Annie had been very excited to have her own big big-girl bed as a vacation treat, although most nights she ended up sleeping in her parents’ bed anyways as she found out she didn’t like sleeping in such a big bed all alone. Royal excused himself to go out onto the balcony to call Cecelia and let her know what had happened while Y/N struggled to get Annie through her nighttime routine.
Annie refused to take a bath and even threw her favorite bath toy (a rubber duck with a cowboy hat) at her mother, yelling that she wanted her daddy. Y/N tried to stay calm and keep it together, feeling just as upset as her daughter but unlike the little girl, she had responsibilities, trying to remember that Annie was only acting out because she was scared and she didn’t fully comprehend what was happening. Y/N was able to get her into her pajamas and coax her to lay down on her bed, falling into a restless sleep, crying in her mother’s arms, squeezing her favorite stuffed animal, Bessie the pink cow, tightly.
Rhett had been showing Annie all the animals on the ranch one day when she asked why some of the cows were black and white, but others were brown. He told her that the color of the cow showed what kind of milk they made: the black and white cows making regular milk, the brown ones making chocolate milk, and pink cows making strawberry milk. Annie had asked why they didn’t have any pink cows on the ranch and Rhett told her it was because they were “so super rare” only special pink cow farms could have them, which disappointed her. A few days later, she found a little stuffed pink cow sitting on her bed, her mother shaking her head and smiling at how much Rhett spoiled her.
Annie woke up a little bit later, the lights all off and she couldn’t stop thinking about her daddy’s accident, convinced it was her fault because she forgot to give him his good luck kiss beforehand. She crawled out of Y/N’s arms, careful not to wake her and hopped of the bed, kneeling next to it with her hands together in front of her like grandma had taught her.
"Dear Mr. Jesus, I know I don't pray to you as much as gramma wants me to but please save my daddy.” Annie begged, choking on her whispered pleas as tears began to stream down her face again. “I'm really sorry I didn't give him his good luck kiss before his ride but please make him get better. I swear i'll never forget to give him his good luck kiss again, I'm sorry. I’ll eat all my veggies without complaining and I’ll do my letter books for school and listen to mama when she tells me to clean my room. I swear I’ll be good, I swear I’ll be a good girl, Mr. Jesus sir, please save my daddy."
Satisfied with her prayer, she she padded across the carpeted room to the bathroom, dragging Bessie on the ground behind her. Once she had finished her business, she noticed that her grandfather was still out on the balcony with his head in his hands. She walked over and tried to open the heavy glass sliding door but couldn’t reach the handle. Gently, she tapped on the glass and Royal turned to reveal a tear-stained face. Wiping his eyes quickly, he leaned over and opened the door, giving his granddaughter the best smile he could muster as she stepped outside into the cool night air, her tiny feet quick to cross the cold cement.
“What are you doing up, little one?” he asked, voice hoarse and raw from crying as he lifted her up into his lap.
“Had to go potty.” she answered, reaching up to place her little hand on his cheek, still wet with tears. “Were you crying grampa?”
Royal nodded, eyes overflowing with tears again, and Annie gave him a big hug. She had never seen her grandfather cry before but she wanted to make him feel better so she did what he did every time she cried and hugged him tightly.
“Grampa?” Annie asked quietly after a minute and he pulled back to look at her.
“Yes, darlin’?” he asked and she looked up at him nervously.
“Is daddy gonna be okay?” she asked with wide eyes, the same blue eyes as her father and suddenly Royal felt as if he had been thrown back in time to when he had first held Rhett in his arms. “Are the doctors gonna make him all better?”
“I don’t know, darlin’...” he answered honestly, stroking her hair as she picked at Bessie’s fabric, avoiding his eyes. “The doctors are gonna do everything they can but ultimately we don’t know what’s gonna happen. But I’ll tell you what I do know…”
“What, grampa?” she asked, head snapping up to look at him as she listened intently.
“Your daddy is a fighter, he always has been, ever since he was as little as you.” he told her, trying to keep himself from crying again as he looked down at her, so full of fear and hope. “He’s one tough son of a bitch like me and he’s gonna fight as hard as he can to make it back to you and your mama.”
“You said a no no word, grampa.” she said with a little giggle that made him smile despite everything.
“I suppose I did.” he chuckled. “Don’t tell your grandmama I said that and I won’t tell your mama that you’re up this late. It can be our little secret, deal?”
“Deal!” she replied, curling up in his arms again with her head on his chest, holding Bessie tightly as she drifted to sleep listening to his steady heartbeat.
He waited until he was sure that she was asleep before he got up and carried her back inside, putting her back down next to her mother. He tucked them in, Annie instinctively curling up against Y/N in her sleep, and gave them both a kiss on the forehead before heading over to the other bed to try and sleep.
“Annie, baby, wake up.” Her mother’s voice said, gently coaxing her awake and she opened her eyes to find herself looking up at her mother’s smiling face. “The hospital called. Daddy is okay and we can visit him now!”
Annie sat up quickly, eyes wide with surprise.
“Really?” she asked and Y/N nodded.
“We’re gonna go get some breakfast while we wait for visiting hours to begin and then we’re gonna go see him.” she told her daughter with a smile, stroking her hair comfortingly.
“The doctors made him all better?” Annie asked.
“Well, he’s still not feeling all better yet, he’s still hurt but the doctors said that he’s gonna be okay now.” Y/N assured her. “And in a few days, they’re gonna let him out of the hospital and we’ll all get to go home, alright baby?”
Annie nodded and gave her mom a hug before they got ready to go, Annie deciding she wanted to wear her pretty yellow sunday dress to go see him, Y/N grateful she had the forethought to pack it even though they hadn’t planned on going to church. After all three were ready, they walked across the street to a restaurant, Royal carrying his grand daughter as she rambled on about what kind of pancakes she wanted and how they had to bring some to Rhett. Royal and Y/N talked about adult stuff Annie didn’t understand while they ate breakfast, Annie tearing into her chocolate chip pancakes and drowning them in syrup. She was very excited when her mama let her order hot chocolate and she sipped away at it while her grandfather talked about medical and financial stuff with her mother.
Annie made sure they ordered a plate of food for Rhett, telling the waitress that she needed to please make sure the box was closed tight because they had to take it to the hospital for her daddy and she didn’t want to spill anything. When Royal was paying the check at the cash register up front, the waitress gave Annie a cookie and handed over the box for Rhett, which she said was ‘on the house’, although Annie didn’t understand how it could be on the house if they were in it. Either way, Y/N thanked her and the trio headed outside and across the street again.
The car from the previous night came to pick them up again and drive them to the hospital, dropping them off right at the front doors. They stopped in the gift shop so Annie could pick out some flowers for her father while Royal asked the staff for Rhett’s room number. Annie held her mother’s hand tightly as they took the elevator up a couple floors and a nurse led them down the bright hallways that seemed so endlessly long before they finally stopped in front of a door. The nurse knocked and opened the door.
“Mr. Abbott, you have some visitors here to see you.” she said with a smile and Annie was ushered into the room, the nurse shutting the door behind her when she left.
The first thing Annie noticed was how bright and clean everything was, a big window with the curtains thrown open taking up almost a whole wall. Then she saw the very high bed, big machines beeping beside it. There were so many tubes, cords, and wires everywhere that it took her a minute to realize that her father was lying in the bed with his head propped up on some pillows. His left side was way more bandaged than his right side and his left arm was in a cast but he smiled at her anyways.
“Hey Angel!” Rhett exclaimed. “Did you get all dressed up in your pretty dress just to come see me?”
Annie noticed the big bandages on his head and looked down at the floor, clinging to her mother’s leg shyly.
“Annie, go on baby, it’s okay.” Y/N prodded her gently trying to usher her towards her father but she just held on to her leg tighter with her eyes squeezed shut, little tears slipping out as she began to cry into her mother’s side.
Startled, Y/N looked to Rhett and Royal in confusion before kneeling down at her daughter’s level, pulling her into her arms.
“It’s okay, baby. Look, daddy’s alright!” she assured her, picking her up and carrying her towards Rhett’s bed, stroking her hair comfortingly. “I know it looks scary but he’s okay, sweetheart!”
Annie looked at her father again before bursting into tears and burying her head in her mother’s neck.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” she cried out and the adults looked to one another in concern as she blubbered on. “I’m sorry I got you hurt daddy, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to!”
“Angel, what do you mean? You didn’t hurt daddy.” Rhett assured her as Y/N sat in the chair by his bed so he could reach out to comfort his baby girl, Annie turning her head to look at him.
“It’s my fault! I didn’t give you your good luck kiss!” she sobbed and her parents sighed in realization. “I always give you your good luck kiss so you don’t get hurt but I forgot this time and you did get hurt!”
“Angelica, look at me.” Rhett told her, holding her hands as she turned in Y/N’s lap to face him directly, blue eyes staring into blue eyes. “This is not your fault. This didn’t happen because I didn’t get a good luck kiss, okay? So don’t think for one second that you caused this because you didn’t.”
“R- really?” she asked, voice catching on her tears and Rhett wiped them off of her cheeks, her mother rubbing her back comfortingly.
“Yes, Angel. I’m sure.” he told her with a smile. “Now, come give me a hug, I missed my baby girl so much.”
“I don’t want to hurt you, daddy.” she said quietly, looking at his bandages worriedly.
“You won’t baby. Just be gentle and stay on this side and I’ll be okay.” Rhett assured her, referring to his right side and she nodded.
Y/N helped her climb up onto the bed and gently lay down beside him, tucked into his side under his arm as he held his wife’s hand.
“See? I’m alright, Angel. I just got a little more banged up than usual by the mean old bull and I’ll have some new scars but I’m okay.” he told her. “And I’m never gonna ride another bull again, okay?”
“Really?” she asked, half in surprise and half in happiness.
“I pinky promise.” he said, letting go of his wife’s hand to link pinkies with his daughter as she smiled.
“Oh!” she said suddenly, dropping his pinky and digging in her pocket as her parents looked at her in confusion. “I got it!” she exclaimed as she fished out one of her flowery bandaids. She carefully peeled off the wrapper and stuck it on his hand, looking up at him proudly. “All better!”
“Yes, Angel, thank you.” Rhett said, pressing a kiss to her forehead and grabbing his wife’s hand, smiling at Royal as he nodded affectionately from his spot in the doorway. “I’m all better now.”
#rhett abbott#rhett abbott x reader#rhett abbott x y/n#rhett abbott fic#outer range#outer range fic#whumptober#whumptober 2022
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Hi! Idk if your still doing fics but can you do a stucky tickle fic about Steve being grumpy and bucky cheering him up and then Steve tickled bucky for revenge and Peter is just watching the whole thing? Thank you so much if you do!
Hi! Sorry this took so long to get to! Love me a good stucky prompt hehehe :D Thanks for being patient for it, hope the fic is alright!!
Every Hero has an Achilles Heel
~A/N - I'll be honest, this fic is a litttttle self-indulgent cause it's based off of a super lee-ass thought my brain came up with so enjoy my delirious inventions of an exhausted crow.
As usual, this fic is set pre - Infinity War/Endgame cause otherwise characters are missing etc. so it's very early Peter Parker :)
A very cute prompt from w1nt37 coming right up!
- Enoy! ~
Tag List: @mysterious-marvel
Masterpost Link
"Mr Barnes?"
A small voice broke Bucky out of his concentrated state. He had been working on upgrading his arm for who knows how long at this point, and to be honest he probably needed a break.
Bucky turned towards the voice - Peter's, of course - and gave him a smile. "Hey kid, what's up?"
Peter let out the breath he had been holding since asking for Bucky's attention. "It's Mr Rogers, he seems a bit… annoyed? Or upset, maybe…"
Bucky nodded, offering the reassurance and encouragement that Peter obviously needed. God, it seemed like no matter how many missions the kid did with them he would never relax.
"And I just thought… I figured you were probably the best person to tell… to see if you could help?"
"Yeah of course." Bucky grinned as he stood from his workbench and started walking towards the door. "I've handled a cranky Steve before I know just what'll fix him."
Peter half-jogged through the halls to keep himself beside Bucky. "I didn't mean he was grumpy, like he didn't do anything bad or anything I jus-"
"Relax, kid." Bucky chuckled. "Whatever Steve's feeling, I'll sort it."
The pair entered the main living room, finding Steve sitting on a barstool hunched over the bench. His eyes were closed, but it was obvious he wasn't sleeping.
"Hey punk." Bucky taunted playfully. "What's the matter?"
"Nothing." Steve said, feinting honesty but his tone was too flat to pull it off.
Bucky flopped down into a stool next to his friend, leaning an elbow on the countertop. "You know, I remember a stretching routine that used to fix you up every time you felt grumpy."
Steve let out an amused huff. "Really Buck? Yoga?"
"What?" Bucky grinned. "Old people love yoga, don't knock it 'til you try it Grandpa."
That got a legitimate chuckle from Steve. "Wow, your way to cheer me up is through insults?"
"It'll have to be unless you stand up."
With a roll of his eyes, Steve pushed off the stool and took a few steps back for space. "Better?"
Bucky nodded, "it'll do," before standing up himself and moving next to his friend. "Now, raise your arms straight out in front of you, as far as they go."
As Steve followed the instruction, Bucky flashed a wink at Peter (who had been half-hiding in the corner of the room for the whole exchange).
"Now," Bucky continued, "move your hands out to either side, keeping your arms nice and straight."
"Bucky this is stupid, I'm-"
"Nononono you're almost done I swear!" Bucky interjected, not allowing Steve to finsh his complaint. "Put your hands on your head and try to pull your elbows back so they touch."
As Steve did this, Bucky slowly crept behind the ex-soldier - hands already in a claw shape.
"You know Buck, this actually does streEHETCH NO BUCKY!" Steve tried to say before interrupting himself with a shriek.
Bucky had wrapped his arms around his friend in an inescapable tickle-hug. His hands free to claw and vibrate up and down Steve's ribcage while his arms did the hard work of keeping the now-collapsed supersoldier somewhat upright.
Poor Steve's knees had buckled the second Bucky's fingers made contact, and he had immediately curled in on himself like an armadillo to try and protect his poor ribs.
But his attacker had almost limitess access to any and all of the sensitive spots on the sides of his body, and Bucky defintely had plans to use them all. As Bucky worked his left hand up into Steve's armpit, and his right down to Steve's hip bone, Peter couldn't keep a straight face any longer.
"Captain America's ticklish?" He giggled out.
'NOHOHO!" Steve squealed in response.
It was Bucky's turn to roll his eyes. "In case you could't tell, Steve's lying through his teeth."
Peter nodded with a laugh.
"YEAH WEHEHELL-" Steve spluttered out through desperate shrieks. "YOU KNOHOHOW- YOU KNOW WHOHOHO EHEHEHE- BUHUCKY PLEHEHEASE!"
"Take your time buddy." Bucky teased, continuing his ruthless attack on Steve's nervous system.
"BUHUCKY'S TIHICKLISH TOHOHOO!!"
"Don't you dare." Bucky froze for a moment.
Bad move.
Taking his opportunity without a second thought, Steve twisted out of Bucky's grasp and shoved his hands under Bucky's arms. Bucky absolutely squealed as cackles bubbled out of his mouth.
Peter stared, mouth agape in shock.
"STEHEHEVE WAHAHAIT!" Bucky begged as he was hoisted over Cap's shoulder, the backs of his thighs being ruthlessly squeezed.
"Looks like I'm not the only ticklish supersoldier around here." Steve grinned, practically throwing Bucky onto the couch next to Peter and letting his fingers skitter along Bucky's collarbones.
"STOHOP IT YOU JEHERK!"
Peter laughed. "Is every super hero ticklish?"
Steve paused for a minute to let Bucky catch his breath. "It seems like it." He said with a small laugh.
Bucky grinned from under his friend. "But we could always check…"
It only took the pair exchanging a playful glance for Peter to put two and two together. Unfortunately, Peter barely had time to squeal before the two super soldiers tackled him.
The poor kid was screwed before he even hit the floor.
#fic#mine#ask#stucky tickle fic#peter is also there lmao#also someone remind me to repost this on AO3 tomorrow or something lol#and to add it to my masterpost
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Ngl seeing JK talk about how military service is something every man has to go through made me roll my eyes so hard that I got a headache.
I don't expect the people I stan to have the exact same political and social views I do, I just want them to be good people but it doesn't hurt if they do. It really doesn't hurt if they do.
Sometimes I really wonder about the intellectual capacity of some of the members - specifically the two youngest. No wonder Jimin has to call grumpy grandpa Yoongi all the time because I can only imagine how exhausting a convo with taekook about the implications of mandatory conscription and it's repercussions on someone's mental and physical health would be.
Maybe I'm being too harsh. He's not a child anymore but perhaps I'm missing too much social context. Am I being too hard on him?
Hi anon,
What do you mean?
It IS something every man has to go through...
In South Korea. Were you expecting Jk to specify the country?
I'm confused?
Edit to add:
Link of Jk talking about ms
Yeah, anon. There is no reason to roll your eyes. He's not going there by choice.
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TELL ME ABOUT YOUR FNAF BAND AU OR IM GONNA COME SIT ON YOUR CHEST WHILE YOU SLEEP 🔫
Oooooough okayyyy
I'm only going to do the Originals and the Toys because they are mostly/completely finished. Also, this AU is just about the animatronics. Not the kids possessing them. The whole pizzeria and murdering thing doesn't even exist. Okay? Okay let's proceed
Freddy: Lead singer of the Fazbear Band! He created the band with Goldie and Bonnie, and the group only got bigger from there! He pretty outgoing and smart, he definitely fits into he leader role quite well.
Bonnie: Guitarist, and man can this bunny play! He's pretty chill and probably the calmest member of the band. He likes to write poetry in his spare time for fun, and has a small crush on Chica, because my shipping ass says so.
Chica: Backup singer and plays the tambourine. When she isn't cooking for fun, she likes hanging with her pals! She's the only girl in the group, but she seems to fit in quite well. She's also a sweetheart with a sweet tooth! So she's always making goodies for her band buddies.
Foxy: Plays the Bass. Definitely the more dreary memeber of the band. He's more like a grumpy grandpa, and he's got a short fuse. But he cares a lot for his buddies, and he's always happy to play with em!
Goldie: Drummer, but doesn't show up as much as he used to. After the band was starting to kick off, he kind of went off and did his own thing. He still plays every once in awhile, but heavy emphasis on awhile. Freddy really misses his old buddy...
Example of the type of music I think they play
Fred(Toy Freddy): Leader of The Toys. Backup singer. Oh my gosh, he is such a huge dork! A lovable dork of course. When he's not rambling about video games he likes singing with his band and having a good time!
Bon(Toy Bonnie): Guitarist. When he isn't flirting with girls or adoring himself in the mirror, Bon is usually plucking at his veeerry expensive guitar. He may be a prideful jerk sometimes, but he sure knows how to shred! Have to give credit when it's due
ChiChi(Toy Chica): Lead singer. She's kind of your stereotypical cheerleader, but in a band. She let's out a few passive aggressive comments now and then, and she will not stop talking about all her boyfriends. But I'll admit, you can't help but swoon when she winks or bats her lashes at you.
Mangle: Drummer, and probably the second dorkiest character next to Fred. This fox is always telling jokes to try and make you laugh. He's goes to quite the extent. He's also full of energy! He can play the drums faster than you can even imagine, and his drum solos can go on for minutes. He calls it the zone.
Marionette/Puppet: Driver and caretaker??? He keeps a very close eye on these kiddos. If he turns around for one second things go into chaos! He also has to drive for them because they're either to drunk, or can't for the life of them pay attention. If it wasn't for him, they'd be a complete mess!
BB: Recorder. Any concert, any rehearsal, even a simple jam session, he's recording every moment! "You never know when we'll be famous!" Fred tells him, "Always record the good times!" So that's what he does!
Example of the type of music I think they play
#Happy now#I'm going to bed now#Doodles rants#Fnaf#five nights at freddy's#freddy fazbear#bonnie bunny#chica chicken#Foxy the fox#Fnaf 2#Toy bonnie#Toy freddy#Toy chica#Fnaf mangle#Golden freddy#Fnaf band au#Marionette fnaf#bb fnaf
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"the manliligaw" - part 3
PART 1 || PART 2 || PART 3 || PART 4 || PART 2
summary:
— your grandparents gave you a visit to Encanto and found out about your two suitors. Camilo and Carlos discover a new idea to court you with through the help of your grandmother; sending love letters.
genre:
— modern au, fluff & humor
notes:
— female and Filipina reader. I do not speak fluent Spanish and all of the Spanish here is translated from google, feel free to correct me if I got something wrong though I will refrain from using too much Spanish. Although I am very fluent in Tagalog so there would be Tagalog dialogs here and there I’ll try to provide some translations for them
warning/s:
— none
a/n:
— finally part 3! just 2 more chapters and i'm done with this series lmao
It was early in the morning when you were awakened by the voices downstairs. You yawned and rubbed your eyes, you pulled the covers off of you and decided to check why there was such a ruckus at this early time. As you went down the stairs, you were greeted with the sound of gasps.
"[Name]! Apo!"
"Wha-lola?! Lolo?!"
"Yes, it's us your grandparents!"
Surprise fills in you as you went to greet your grandparents with a hug. Wow, you never thought you'd miss them this much! Considering they lived farther away, back to your old town in the Philippines. Your grandma smiles warmly at you as your grandpa ruffles your hair. They came with lots of pasalubong, your eyes twinkled with delight.
"What are you guys doing here?"
"We just wanted to visit you! We missed you so much, apo!"
Your grandmother says and strokes you lovingly on the cheek. Your parents walked in and puts some breakfast on the table. You found out that they're going to stay here in Encanto for a week. You were happy to see your relatives, especially your grandparents because they loved to spoil the hell out of you since you were little.
"Say [Name], I heard from your parents that you were getting courted by two boys?"
You choke on your food and coughed profusely. You almost sent a glare to your mother and father, your grandma had a curious look on her features but your grandpa frowns.
"Aba, who are these two boys trying to steal our [Name] away?!"
Your grandfather demanded, you knew he was the overprotective type and he wasn't too fond of finding out you have suitors, unlike your grandmother.
"It's nothing, lolo"
"Anong nothing?!"
"Darling, can you please stop screaming at our apo?"
Your grandma tells her husband, the old man huffs and crossed his arms. You wanted to hide away from your grandma's prying eyes. It was already embarrassing that your parents and siblings know that there are two guys always on each other's throats, trying to win your heart.
"My, when I was your age, I had a lot of suitors but my heart decided to choose your lolo"
"Of course you did! Ako ang pinaka-gwapo na lalaki sa ating bayan!"
You and your grandmother rolled your eyes in unison at your grandfather. For the rest of the breakfast, your grandparents keep asking you questions about your two suitors as you try to not cringe while answering them. Before afternoon arrives, those eager knocks on the door have echoed through the house like clockwork.
Camilo and Carlos were just as excited to see you as they always do. However, their excitement washes away when a grumpy old man answers the door.
"Wala si [Name] dito, umuwi na kayo!"
The man shouted at them in Tagalog. The twins shared an offended and confused look, but before they could come up with a reply they hear quick footsteps. You make an appearance with flushed cheeks.
"Lolo, don't be rude to them!"
"Oh, so these are the two suitors your parents are talking about!"
"They're here?!"
Your grandmother pipes in and you held back a groan. The old woman rushes to the door and smiles at Camilo and Carlos, your grandpa puts his hands on his hips with a scowl on his face.
"Come in! Come in! I'm [Name]'s grandma! This grumpy old man is her grandpa"
You watched in defeat as the old woman hurriedly ushers the twins inside. She serves them with cool drinks and snacks as you and your grandfather stood there awkwardly. Camilo was pleasantly surprised by your grandmother's hospitality while Carlos is confused into why your grandfather was glaring daggers at him.
"How long have you two been courting my granddaughter?"
"For a few months, señora"
"Months? And [Name] hasn't said yes to one of you yet?"
"Nope"
Camilo replied and casts you a glance. You were standing timidly and avoiding their gazes. You weren't prepared to introduce the two to the rest of your relatives because you thought it was unnecessary. You couldn't explain why exactly are you embarrassed about Camilo and Carlos meeting your grandparents. You thought it was too intimate.
"Darling, stop glaring at him"
"But he's glaring back at me!"
"Ay dios ko"
Your grandmother shook her head at her husband who was apparently engaging in an intense glaring contest with Carlos. You wanted to leave the room and fortunately for you, your mother calls for your name. You showed an awkward smile and left with an excuse to do chores.
"So, why did you two decide to court my granddaughter in the first place?"
Camilo and Carlos shared a smile and both started acting sheepishly. They could go on for hours unto why they decided to court you. In their eyes, you were the girl of their dreams. Everything you do has them bending their neck to look in your way and driving them to the edge.
"She's the only one who makes me feel like I'm in heaven"
"She's the only one I'm willing to walk through hell for"
The twins replied at the same time. They both looked at each other and exchanged scowls. Your grandmother lets out a dreamy sigh as your grandfather scoffs silently. But both of your grandparents collectively agreed that they were being genuinely in love with you.
"Why aren't you two romantic!"
"We're quite uh...dedicated to winning [Name]'s heart"
"Hell yeah, you two are! Lola, they literally bent backward to get [Name]'s attention"
One of your siblings butts in as your grandparents look at them with interest. The rest of your siblings walked in and nodded their heads in agreement.
"Lola, they serenaded [Name] in Tagalog!"
"They recited a Tagalog poem for her!"
"And they give her gifts and stuff, sana all diba!"
Each of your siblings said. Your grandma was surprised by what she has heard as she turns to Camilo and Carlos to give them an impressed look.
"Well, it sounds like you two have tried everything"
"But she hasn't picked from one of you yet"
Your grandpa lets out a snicker as he joked. That was a fact, you weren't even giving hints on which one of them you liked more. Camilo frowned at this and Carlos slumped in his seat. Your grandmother noticed their downcast mood and chooses to help.
"You know back in the day, my husband would send me love letters every day, telling me how much he loves me. Right, darling?"
"Huh? Ano-uh...yes"
"I think one of the ways to win a girl's heart is by telling her why you love her. Words are powerful after all"
The old woman suggests. This makes both Camilo's and Carlos' eyes light up with hope. Perhaps sending you a love letter would be a tie-breaker for them, it wouldn't hurt to try, would it? The twins give each other a challenging smile and nodded. Hidden in plain sight, you listened intently to the entire conversation. Oh, you're going to get into a ride.
The Madrigal twins stayed up the whole night to write you the perfect love letter. They needed to express how they feel about you and they weren't going to take your grandmother's advice for granted. As they signed their letter and sealed it carefully in an envelope, Camilo and Carlos slept soundly.
As morning arrives, the twins happened to be too busy to personally give you their love letters so they requested Mirabel to do it for them. You were peacefully sipping coffee when you received a knock on the door. Camilo and Carlos' cousin, Mirabel, wordlessly hands you two envelopes and leaves. You raised a brow and glanced at them, they were from the twins.
You head to the table to open one of the letters, it was Camilo's. With care, you opened the envelope and looked at the paper filled with messy but readable handwriting.
Dear [Name],
The first moment I saw you it felt like Carlos punched me in the gut, but it was a good kind of punch. The first time I got to know about you, I knew I had to win you before my stupid twin brother gets to you. Seeing your laugh, your smile, and your eyes on mine felt like I was melting inside. Shit, cupid has me in a chokehold.
I adore you so much because you're the most genuine person I know. You're the only one who's ever appreciated me for being...me. Girl, you make me feel these type of things that makes life worth living. You make me do things I didn't know I was capable of. I'll act like a fool if it means it'll make you smile. I'll step to a dude much bigger than me. For you, I'll get beat to smithereens.
Baby, I wish to be yours, until the stars fall from the sky, 'til the rivers, all run dry. Until the sun no longer shines, and the poets run out of rhyme. [Name], I want to be yours until the mountain crumbles to the sea until two and two is three. Just please say the word, I'll be there for you until I die, until the end of time or eternity. I hope you get what I feel and I hope it makes you swoon or scream against your pillow. Also, I bet Carlos' love letter is filled with stupid song lyrics from his favorite songs, I suggest you should throw it away if you don't wanna waste your time :)
Yours truly,
Camilo Madrigal
You blinked once, then again, and again. It took a while for you to process every single word Camilo has written for you. You couldn't stop your face from heating up as you screamed silently against your hands. You can see Camilo's handwriting, the way he's professing his love on paper, you can see it when you close your eyes. You don't want to admit that it's making your heart do summersaults inside your ribcage. Eventually, you calmed down and decided to open Carlos' letter next. You read the small but eligible penmanship.
[Name],
Sometimes you gotta bleed to know that you're alive and have a soul, but it takes someone to come around to show you how. And that's you. [Name] you're the tear in my heart that makes me feel alive. You make me feel these...emotions, it's not easy to express them but there's nothing I won't try for you.
Your face is all I need to stay sane, you're always on my mind and even though there are things that I say that hurt you sometimes, you still understood me and it's making me fall so fucking hard for you. I'm telling you, you're all I need. I promise you, you're all I see. You can drag me through hell if it meant I can hold your hand. I will follow you because I'm under your spell.
Dios, you're so pretty too. You have no filter when it comes to things and I'm down bad for it. Whenever I go, you show up in my head. When you open your mouth I get hypnotized. You're the only one who makes me feel this way, you're the only exception. I hope you understand what the hell I'm saying. [Name] I wanna be yours so bad and I bet Camilo has the shittiest love letter filled with cheesy jokes. If I were you, I would burn his letter.
Sincerely,
Carlos Madrigal
That's it. You slam your hand against the table and lie your head down, you let out a muffled scream as your face felt hotter than the sun. Carlos' way of words had you feeling various kinds of emotions that words can't describe.
You were conflicted if you should be mad or thankful to your grandmother for suggesting the two send you to love letters. This was dangerous, you're walking in forbidden territory, one wrong step you're gonna fall hard. And falling in love isn't easy, especially when there are two guys who have caught your heart's interest.
You took a deep breath and relaxed, you appreciated the letters so you decided to keep them hidden out of your family's reach. You were expecting this rush or this kilig you would call in Tagalog, inside of you to fade away. What you weren't expecting is for your family to tell you that you have other hundreds of love letters waiting to be opened from the Madrigal twins.
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Mis Barts
Mis Barts
A STORY BY
MIKE
This is a 99.5% true story
I hated school. I hated it from the very first second of the very first day of the very first grade, hated it, hated it, hated it, and I was grumpy as hell 8 years later on the first day of school in August of 1964. I went to the bulletin board in the gym and found my name listed next to my newly posted homeroom. I spoke to a few kids but in reality, it was just 2 and there were no words, just a nod as I walked to the homeroom, went in, and found a desk at the back of the room.
I wouldn’t say I was a bully and I often tried to stand up for those that would be bullied, but at the same time, I didn’t put up with any shit from anyone. And I would venture to say everyone in Hutto High School in fact most of the people in the city of Hutto Texas knew it. So with that said only a couple of the 3 boys and none of the 10 girls in my class of 13 would have much to do with me. I guess if truth be told none of the girls would hardly ever even look at me.
But for me that was ok, at that point in my life I didn’t have time for girls, no time no not at all, um...not at that time anyway.
I had no idea how that was going to change.
1
We had always been a family of farmers with 840 acres to take care of. It seemed like an endless amount of work. It was the end of summer, and just like every day, winter or summer, I got up at 4 am to get my chores done around the house and barn before, in the summertime, planting my butt in a tractor seat for the rest of the day. I was always either running a cultivator or working in the hay fields. Don’t misunderstand me here, I’m not complaining, my dad saw to it I was paid for my hours worked, and when I was old enough to hold my own around the place he gave me 50 acres of my own. All the money I earned all year plus that money from the harvest of my 50 acres at the end of the year was mine to sock away. So no, I'm not complaining, not at all.
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I had played on it, in it, around it, on top of and under it forever and I was 13 when I asked my dad if I could have it. I was as happy as a cow bird-eating ticks off cow back when my dad smiled and said ok giving me the old 1948 Studebaker truck. After getting it stuck in the mud coming down the road to the house from the highway he had blown the motor up. He and grandpa had hooked it up to a chain and using the tractor drug it up into the barn. Dad had simply parked it to the side out of the way and walked away from it. It had sat there in the barn gathering dust for as many years as I could remember.
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Of course, the grandparents were around but mom had hated farm life and left my dad when I was pretty young. I don’t remember much about her but dad never missed a beat raising me alone. He was a very hard man that was also very strict but I might also add here that where I was concerned he was very good to me and a very good dad who I always knew loved me.
Anyway as I began to work on the truck, as was his way, he never said much, just kind of looked on. But it was as I began cleaning out around the car to work on it that I guess he saw I was serious about fixing it. He began to come out into the old barn and would sit on an old half barrel smoking his pipe watching me closely while answering any questions I might have. He let me move his massive toolbox closer to the truck and I used his tools. It took some time doing things at night after my chores and weekends but under his watchful eye, I rebuilt the truck from the ground up.
Then when I had it to the stage it needed an engine I found a 289 with a
McCulloch Supercharger in a junkyard. I was pretty proud that I had found it by myself and bought it with my own money, of course, dad had taken me to pick it up. Again he never said much or offered to help me as I rebuilt the motor and when I was done it made 275 horses, that was unless I asked, then he was always right there.
Along the way, he had also let me have an old 18-foot plywood boat that sat on its trailer with flat tires half full of dirt and weeds. I had no idea where the boat came from, it had like the truck just simply always been there outside of the barn. It was almost a flat-bottom plywood boat that I had given me something to tinker with and so I would work on one while waiting for parts or money for the truck.
And so you see, I had two girls that I loved and were taking up all of my time.
2
The teacher walked in and in a kind of raspy, not deep but, well hell I don’t know how to describe it other than she had a very sexy voice. My head came up and my eyes went right to her when she spoke because for some reason it was like music in my ears as she called out “GOOD MORNING!” It was that voice that brought me back from the wiring diagram I was working on for my truck.
Somewhere in my head, I heard “WOW!” As I looked up to see a very curvy woman who looked to be maybe 26 or 27 and I guessed her to be about 5 foot 6 as she was walking to her desk. She had short naturally curly jet black hair, and a slender face. She was wearing a button-down cotton dress covered in kids flying kites. The dress’s bodice was snug and because the dress was belted at the waist showed her shape nicely. It flowed over wide hips so it sort of floated around her legs as she walked and the dress was also very teacherly in that it was just below the knees in length. I could see she was wearing what I was sure was pantyhose and 2-inch heels, which I think they called squash heels back then, with open toes showing that they were painted red and matched her fingernails.
My head kind of spun as I thought, “My god, she is stunningly beautiful!” And from that moment she had my full attention as she went on, “I’m Miz Barts.” She said in a slow southern drawl as she sat some papers on the desk and then looked over the class. “A little about me, I have been teaching over in George Town for the last few years but went to and graduated from here at Hutto High. It’s good for me to be back here and at home. So with that out of the way let's get to the business at hand.” Her ice-cold blue eyes rested on each face as she looked at us asking, “We know it’s harvest so who of you will need to be let out early to get back to your farms?”
I was the only one to raise my hand. My heart melted at the slight smile that came to the corner of her lips as she looked at me “And you are?”
“Mike King mam and my dad said I could either stay until noon or I could come home in the afternoon, he doesn’t care as long as I get my work done either way.”
She smiled and my heart already melted, making it jump out of my chest as she looked down at her papers. “Alright then Mr. King, come up here, and let's look at the schedule for your classes.” When I stepped behind her desk and stopped next to her voice went down. “Would you rather be here in the afternoon or morning?”
I was standing, well sort of leaning over her desk next to her looking at the paper, and oh my goodness her hair smelled so sweet it made it hard to think, it was like lemons. “I think if I come in the morning it will make it better for my dad. That way when I get home I can work right through the evening.”
I took a deep breath in through my nose and she looked up giving me a funny look. For me, when looking into those eyes it was like a cold pale blue pool, and her irises were flecked with gold, and well my brain melted, “Do you need a kleenex, Mr. King?”
For a moment I couldn't think! I felt the heat of my cheeks going pink and when I answered it was just above a whisper, “Um, no, sorry no. I, a...I like the smell of lemons, is all.”
I saw the corners of Miss Bart's mouth turn up just slightly before she looked back to the schedule. “Ok Mike, go have a seat and I’ll work on this. I’ll tell you what, come find me in the teacher's lounge before you leave at noon today. I’ll have your classes all set up for you.”
3
It was 5 minutes till 12 when I walked into the principal's office and told the secretary, “I was told to come to see Mis Barts.” K Barns was a middle-50s woman that was built like a pair, and the corner of her eyes wrinkled as she looked at me with her always pleasant smile. “Hi Mike, she said you were coming. She is in the teacher’s lounge.” She chuckled “My goodness you shot up over the summer. How tall are you?”
“6’ 2” the last I checked.” I liked the lady and smiled, “Sorry if I was rude when I came in.” I looked around and said, “It’s just that I hate coming in here.” My smile turned to a grin as I looked at her. “It's good to see you, Miss Barns.” I turned walked over to the door to the teacher’s lounge and knocked softly as I slowly pushed it open thinking, “Fuck I really do hate this.” I stuck my head into the teacher's inner sanctum and didn’t see her so I softly called out. “Mis Barts?”
She was to the right of the door and behind the open door so she was just out of sight, “Over here Mike.''
I found her sitting on an old well-worn leather couch with her left shoe off her leg tucked up under her so she was half sitting on her foot. This caused her dress to pull tight on her thighs so there was just a hint of an opening between some of its buttons. Looking up she smiled and for just a moment my mind went blank, “Right on time.” And with a wave of her hand said, “I have everything ready.” She pointed to the papers beside her on the couch and picked them up as she called me in, saying “Come look at this with me.”
And for the next few minutes, she went over my classes and the school's expectations for me because I would be missing 3 hours of class a day until the crops came in. But my eyes kept being pulled to those wonderfully teasing buttons. I was trying to be subtle about looking, but now all these years later I’m sure she knew exactly what I was doing.
4
My granddad let me use his worn-out old GMC pickup to go back and forth to school and the next morning as always I was about 10 minutes early. I had never, not even once sat anywhere but the back of the class, remember I hate being there, but it all changed that morning. With the thought of lemons, I went to the homeroom classroom and took a seat in the front row. I had sat so I was two seats just to the left of Mis Bart's desk. I had sat there because the day before I saw she would sit with her butt on the left corner of the desk and with her left foot on the floor sometimes turning a little sideways. I knew it was bad, but damn she was beautiful! And those legs were so long and even though all I had seen was her calf I knew they would be shapely and she had thin ankles that made my head swim.
As I sat there with my hands trembling I scolded myself “Mike you’re a fucking dope.” Because if I had looked at it once I had looked at it a 100 times, but as I sat waiting I pulled the class list from my shirt pocket looking at it again. I was looking at what class I would go to next and it was for the 100th time I smiled to myself saying very softly. “Nowhere.” I had “Miz Barts” as she called herself for math and science. So I would be in her homeroom for half an hour and then attend regular classes with her for the next 2 hours.
A little background here. This story starts in 1963 and at the time of this story Hutto elementary school was to the left of the school's front doors. The elementary, JH, and high schools all in one building had a population of 487 kids. Being so small, the JH kids which were in 7th and 8th grades moved through 4 classrooms while the high school had 6 Classrooms of its own. We shared our 4 classrooms with the same teachers who were teaching both high school and JH and sometimes at the same hour. I know it sounds confusing but worked pretty well.
That first morning I wasn’t sure but I thought I saw a slight smile from her as our eyes met when she walked in and saw me in the front row, “Good morning.” She was still looking at me and even though it was loud and spoken to the rest of the class, I thought it was to me, I hoped so anyway.
And I never in my life paid such close attention to a teacher and I was wrong about the pantyhose. I held my breath during a lecture as she moved to her desk. In my mind, I was yelling “HELL YES!” As she sat on the side of her desk with her left leg down, her foot on the floor, and her right leg up with about half a butt cheek on the desk. It was then I saw the whelp of a garter as her skirt pulled tight over it! Stockings! My stupid mind screamed “STOCKINGS!” and dumb ass that I am I choked on my own spit. I felt my face turn red as I began having a coughing and gagging fit, “Are you alright Mr. King?”
It was with tears in my eyes I croaked out “yes mam, sorry,” But I saw that slight smile and was very sure she knew why I choked.
After the first month of school, I knew Miz Barts was watching my work closer than the other kids. I always did all of the in-class work and picked up on stuff enough to not fail a test but I had a hell of a time getting the homework done. One morning she smiled at me, “Mr. King, will you stop by my classroom at lunch?”
“Yes, mam.”
I found her sitting behind her desk. “Right on time.” She pointed to her desk and the extra hamburger setting on the opposite side of her saying, “I don’t want you to miss out on your lunch so sit and eat with me, please. This way we have more time and can talk.” She stood up and moved over, closing the door before coming back to the front of her desk. She folded her arms in front of her and leaning back rested her butt on it. I could not have stopped it if it meant my head would fall off! My eyes dropped to her legs as she put her right butt cheek on the desk.
When I looked up at her I knew I had been busted but acted dumb. There was that slight smile as she slipped off the desk and moved to her side, and sat saying, “You know you're not failing my classes but we both know you're just hanging on by the skin of your teeth.” She took a bite of hamburger and talked around it. “Mike, why are you not turning in your homework?” Her eyes met mine as she went on. “That work is a very big part of your grade.”
I didn’t lie or give her a hard nose as I would have with the other teachers. “I‘m not stupid, but I struggle with it.” I shrugged, “So sometimes I just don’t do it.”
God, I loved her smile, “I see and Mr. King I know you're not stupid.” I had sat my binder on her desk and he pointed to it as she wiped her fingers on a napkin, “The other day I thought I saw some diagrams of some kind in your folder. I was wondering what they were for, and if I could see them?”
As I got into my binder I said, “I have this old truck,” I looked at her as I went on. And because before I got it from my dad, it had sat in the barn for years. The rats had eaten through most of the wiring in it. That means I am having to redo all of it.” I put the paper on her desk and pointed to it with my finger, “So I made up these schematics to show how and where all the wires I have either already put in or will be run in later go.” I felt more than a little bit shy as she pulled the neatly folded paper out and looked at the 4 pages of electrical drawings turning each one slowly and without looking up she asked “And you did this?” her forefinger ran over the neatly all-in-color drawn lines, “Are these all drawn to scale?”
“Yes mam, they are one-tenth scale.”
She was talking softly as she looked at the drawings “All of the color coding and I see you’re showing the amps and volts.” She looked up at me “You did this?” she frowned “Did your dad help you or do this for you?”
“Yes it’s my work and nope, I did it by myself.” I grinned. “My dad wants nothing to do with Hazel. Um...That's my truck.” I shrugged.
She was smiling and the twinkle in her eyes was mesmerizingly hot, “If I'm very, very careful with these and get them back to you before the end of school today can I hold onto them for a while?”
I had no idea why she would want them and didn’t care. She didn’t know I was really sure she had hung the moon and let the twinkle come to the stars or that the only reason the sun came up in the morning was for her, so I said. “Sure.”
5
I don't know why, that's not a true statement, I did know why I did it. Every once in a while all through the winter, I would put a fresh lemon on her desk. Her eyes would always find mine and I would sit and wait, wanting so badly to see it as the corners of her lips turned up just slightly, and they always did. One day one of the girls in class asked “Who would leave you something like that sour old lemon?”
There was that little half-smile and Ms. Barts said “I guess someone thinks I'm a sour puss.” Her eyes caught mine and held them for just a moment, making my heart pound in my chest because I knew it was just our secret.
6
It seemed like only a second passed and spring was almost on us. It was around the first of April and we were well into the planting of the cotton. I was about to head home when Mz. Barts caught me in the hall. “Mr. King, I need you to come with me before you leave, if you please.”
“Am I in trouble again?”
She gave me a look, “Not this time, but trust me when I say I know all about that thing between you and Mr. Anderson.”
I felt a little defensive saying, “Hey, Tammy asked him 3 times to stop putting his arm around her. He thought he was being cute and a big man.” I shrugged, “And then he thought differently.”
“So I heard.” She wrapped once on the door with the center knuckle of her left hand and didn’t wait as she pushed on the door leading me into the office of the superintendent of the Hutto ISD. He looked up from his desk and smiled. “Hey, Mike.” He looked at Miz Barts as he pointed me to a chair. “Please sit down.” He looked back at me smiling as Miz Barts took the chair next to mine. “Mz Barts showed me your wiring diagram and I showed it to MR. Sims, who of course you know is our AG teacher. He also has a degree in electrical engineering. Mike, after he looked at them he said it was amazing work and went on to say it was some of the best hand-drawn diagrams he had ever seen.” he again looked at Miss barts
“So Mz Barts and I have asked you here today because she thinks your grades are a direct reflection of something called dyslexia. He pointed to a stack of cards with numbers on them and another stack of cards with words. “We would like to give you a short test. Would that be ok?”
I was almost instantly angry. Everyone always gave me shit about my grades being so poor. Here I was doing something I hated while being in a place I didn’t want to be, and I was just about to tell Mr. Talbut to shove his test up his ass when Ms. Barts’s hand came to my shoulder. She gave it a slight squeeze as she picked up the conversation. “Mike, as Mr. Talbut said it’s called Dyslexia.” She shook her head “And if you have it,” Her fingers moved on my shoulder, and I’m pretty sure you do, and if you will let me, I can help you.” I looked at her and smiled, “Alright.”
Remember the whole moon stars and sun thing?
And so for the next few minutes, she would hold up a card with 4 numbers on it. 3426 “What do you see Mike?”
3246.
Next, she held up, 2278
“Mike?” 2728
She smiled at me as she held up the word ME, “Spell what you see Mike?”
“EM.”
She held up another word WENT. “And now spell this one.”
“WNET.”
Setting down the cards she looked at Mr. Talbut and smiled “You see? I knew it.”
I was antsy as hell and in truth had no idea, not even a hint of a clue what the hell they were talking about, and I was more than a little embarrassed.
She could see I really wanted out of there but as she looked at me her hand again came to my shoulder. As she squeezed I looked up into her smiling eyes. “It will take a lot of work and I have to have permission from your dad but I know I can help you, and again that's only if you let me.” She pointed to the word on the card “It’s spelled W E N T but when you see it, it is W N E T. Your brain switches things around, that’s all. It happens to a lot of young people and only just recently we have figured out how to help kids with their problems. So would you let me help you, are you up for it?”
Again we were back to how she hung the moon and the sun rose only for her, and knowing I would get to spend more time with her! “Yes, I think I’d like that.”
A few days later dad came to school and I sat in her classroom with him as Ms. Barts went over everything with him. He said he was all for it as long as it didn’t affect my work on the farm. She smiled looking at me, “Ok, because we are almost to the end of the school year I’ll get things ready over the summer,” She smiled at dad saying “I know with you here I’m killing your planting time. My folks are going like crazy out at our place too, so thanks for taking the time to come in.” she held out her hand for him to shake it “I just think he is way too bright to miss out on life.” She smiled at me, “We will start next fall.”
7
It was the end of June and on the farm, we had already cut one round of hay and had begun cutting our Maize crop... No, it’s not corn. Maize is more like wheat… And getting the grain to the granary for storage was my job.
I would pull our old Kenworth with its 40-foot-long trailer up next to the combine as it cut a swath through the Maize field. Once our speed matched Dad would swing an arm out from the combine holding tank that had an auger in the bottom of it. Once he turned the auger on it pulled the maze seeds from the combine’s hopper up through the arm and into the 40-foot-long trailer I was pulling through the field. As the harvester's hopper emptied into the trailer I’d stay right beside him until the truck’s trailer was full. At that point, I’d hit the air horn and he would shut off the flow of grain and I would head to town. Once at the Grainary Coop in town, after the truck was weighed and tested for its moisture content I dove it up onto a table that lifted the truck up in the air until it was dumped and the whole process started all over.
There was no AC in the trucks back then and it was hotter than all billy hell. I was sitting in a line with 4 trucks in front of me and listening to a Patsy Cline 8 track when I saw a lady who was in nothing but a checkered blouse open at the collar and knotted below her full boobs leaving her midriff bare. She was in Dasie May cut off shorts (Google it) as she hopped out of her truck. She had long, long beautiful legs, shapely legs and I watched how the muscles in her thick thighs sticking out of the short shorts rippled with each step and how they ran down into her well-worn cowboy boots. I was a little out of breath watching it as she walked to the back of her trailer and hit the tailgate locks then headed back to the truck cab and got in.
“Holy fuck!” I said to myself, smiling at how beautiful Mz Barts had looked.
Acting Like I hadn’t seen her and looking at how slow the line was moving I guessed I had about 10 minutes before the line would move. I kicked open the truck door and jumped down heading for the weight station. I, of course, knew the lady working the scales “Linda I’ll give you 10 bucks for 2 cold Doctor Peppers and a little plastic bag of ice.”
With a cigarette hanging from her lips, she held out her hand “It's in the fridge.”
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She didn’t see me for a moment so when I stepped up on her truck running boards it startled her. “Oh shit! Mike! SHIT, oh sorry um. HI!” She smiled.
I handed her the soda and the small bag of ice. “They didn’t have any lemons but as hot as it is I bet that ice pack will feel good..” I watched her cheeks go pink as I turned to look forward to my truck. “Op it’s my turn.” I don’t know what made me do it but before I got up in the cab of the old Kenworth I was driving, I took off my ratty old sweat-stained cowboy hat and in a sweeping motion I bowed to her and then blew her a kiss. “What the fuck was that!” I laughed to myself as I put the heavy truck in gear and moved forward.
8
After that first time seeing her I stopped by the Piggly Wiggly store and picked up some lemons. I had found an old Coleman Ice chest out in the barn and cleaned it all up, so it was now in the truck with me and I was ready. I kept a couple of Doctor Peppers on ice with some lemons and a couple of small plastic bags to put some of the ice in. And now every time I took a load to town I was actively looking for her, wishing upon wish I would see her but I didn’t. Not until I was hauling in the next to the last load. I was more than a little sad that I hadn’t seen her because I knew that after my next load, it would be my last time in town for a few days. It would be about a week before we got set up for it and then we would begin to cut the corn.
I was pulling to the right turn lane and had slowed to a stop putting me 6th in line. It was as I was making sure the back end of the trailer was out of the highway that I saw her! She was 3 trucks ahead of me and it was like Christmas morning in my head as the line moved forward. I watched as she went through the gate pulling her truck up so the trailer was off the weighing scales. She had hardly come to a stop when the truck door came open and she skipped over the running board, dropping a few feet so both feet hit the ground as she hopped out. I excitedly watched as she trotted over to the lady’s room. I was shaking because I had planned this for days and now I had my chance. I quickly put some Ice in the plastic bag and grabbed an ice-cold DP and a lemon as I kicked open the truck door. I was already running when my feet hit the ground and ran up to her truck. I pulled the passenger door open hoping that if she came out of the bathroom she wouldn’t see me. I stepped up and leaned across the dusty old unused passenger seat and sat everything in the driver's seat. Without lifting my head I slid back, closing the door and as my feet touched down, I was hurrying back to the Kenworth.
I saw the bathroom door open and was too excited to sit still as I watched her walk back to her truck. When she opened the door the smile I saw was instant and beautiful. It was the smile that had melted my heart. Mz Barts’s truck was next in line and she had to move but I knew by the look on her face as she looked past the other trucks and back at me with a big grin she had liked my little gift.
9
The next time we saw each other was at the cotton gin about the last week in July. Back in those days, we used a tractor to pull what was called a cotton stripper through the field. It stripped the cotton off its stem and had a powerful fan in it that blew the cotton back into a trailer. Whoever was the runner would often pull 3 sometimes 4 cotton trailers at a time to the coop cotton gin where they would be put in line for ginning. After we unhooked the full trailers we would go to the other side of the yard to get our empties to take back to the field to be refilled. Sometimes there would be 8 or 9 hundred empty trailers sitting around waiting to be picked up and I was walking through the empties looking for 3 of ours when Mis Barts stepped out from another row. “Hello, Mr. King.”
I felt the heat in my cheeks “Hi.”
She pointed around “Find them?”
“Yup. That's my 3 over yonder. How about you?”
“Yes, I was just about to back up to them when I saw you.”
“Want some help?”
She was in those cutoff blue jeans and boots only this time she was in a t-shirt. “Always!” She smiled. “Are you guys about all in?”
“Yes, almost.” I smiled “We still got some hay then we are done.” I pushed her empty trailer up to the back of one hooked to her truck “You got another one?”
Those ice-blue eyes sparkled as she smiled “Nope just the 2 this time.” She grinned at me “Thanks for the hand.”
“Anytime.” I kind of looked at my feet, “I’m going by the DQ for a Sunday if you want one.”
Her cheeks flush “I do but they will be waiting for these trailers.”
I laughed, “So is my old man. The secret is to always go back to them with a burger and fries. It seems a good burger always makes them forget how long you are gone when they are eating it.” I shoved my hands in my pockets, “The Sunday is on me.”
10
We spent a half hour talking about the summer, fishing, messing around at the lake, and were just enjoying talking with each other when I said “I know this is crazy but I’m taking my boat out to Lake Travis Sunday, I thought you might like to come with me.”
I saw her kind of look out of the corner of her eyes at me and she very softly said, “Did you just ask me out?”
And just as softly I said “Oh heavens no Mz Barts. I just asked you if you wanted to go to the lake with me for the day.” and to kind of let her off the hook, I said “I’ll tell you what. I’ll be passing by the Piggly Wiggly at about 9 am. I’ll have to pick up ice and picnic stuff, so if you’re there you are, and if you're not then you aren’t. No bad feelings either way.”
11
My 1948 candy rootbeer-colored Studabaker rumbled to a stop next to her VW bug. Her lips turned up in that almost smile as she got out in her patented cut-off jeans only this time she wore a button-down shirt that was open over a bikini top. Her breasts filled out what had to be a full b cup perfectly and instead of those long beautiful legs running down into cowboy boots she was wearing flip-flops, her toes painted light pink.
“Hello, Mr. King.” She gave my truck a long look before she looked back at the heavily varnished Yellow Jacket style flat-bottom plywood boat with its deep V bow setting on its trailer. The boat sparkled in the morning sun and probably only weighed 350 pounds empty so that coupled with the 50-horse Evinrude on the back the 4 seated 18-foot long boat went like a rocket.
I gave her my best and brightest smile, “Good morning’’
She was a little quiet as we went through the store picking up a few things for our picnic and day out on the water and then we were back out at the truck. As I put some things on ice in the Coleman ice chest I watched as she ran her hand over the shiny slick truck fender. “It’s nice of your dad to let you use his truck and boat?”
I knew when we had talked about the electrical drawings she had been told the truck and the boat were mine “Nope.” I smiled. “He blew her motor up sometime back in the 1950s and I think I told you she sat out in the barn for years after that, I was 13 when he gave her to me.” I looked at the truck with great pride as I went on, “I have spent most of the last of the last few winters and every spare minute of the summers getting her to look and run like this.” I hooked my thumb over my shoulder “Same with the boat. It had been set out by the barn and was falling apart so when I asked him for it he laughed saying “It’ll make good firewood.” And so when I was waiting on parts and things for one project I would work on the other.” I chuckled, “It has kept me out of trouble on those cold winter nights.”
She was quiet as I put the picnic stuff away in the truck bed and then looking at me she leaned back on the VW bug setting behind her, “I have no idea why I am here.” Her eyes searched my face, “Mike did you want this to be a date?”
I opened the truck door for her, “I’ll tell you, I think it’s whatever you want it to be.” I shrugged, “I just wanted to smell the lemons.” That made her laugh and I saw that she was noticeably more relaxed as she stepped up into the truck, and I’m sure she saw it as I let my eyes drop to those legs of hers as she was sliding over the soft tan leather.
It was about a 40-minute drive out to Lake Travis and she sat with her right arm on the door with its open window, remember this was way before AC was a common thing, with the wind blowing her shiny black hair around her face.
When we got to the lake I put the Coleman ice chest in the boat then I got its straps unhooked from the trailer and she asked, “What can I do to help?”
It would be great If you go out onto the dock while I get the boat in the water, then you can hold the rope as I run the truck up and park it.
It was only a few minutes later and with the boat in the water, we ran around the lake looking at the few houses that were just starting to pop up around the lakeshore of Lake Travis. After a while I said, “I’m hot. Are you ready for a swim?”
Mz Bart's face lit up, “Yes that would be grand.”
I let all 50 horses loose in the old Evenrude and she squealed, laughing like a little girl as we shot across the lake. I pulled us up into a cove where we dropped anchor and she sat watching me as I took off my shirt and put out the swim ladder. We swam, splashed each other, and laughed until our sides hurt, then we floated around on the life rings with me making damn sure I didn’t touch her in an inappropriate way. We had floated around for some time before she looked at me, “Come on let's get something to eat.”
I got up the swim ladder first and once back in the boat, I held my hand out helping her up watching the water run down her body. As she towels off I put up the canvas bimini top so the back half of the boat was covered in shade. I pointed to an old thick moving blanket, “We can put that out on the deck to set on if you would like.” We sat on the towels she had laid out on top of the blanketed boat's flat bottom. There was plenty of room to stretch out in the sun between the back seat and the transom of the boat making a perfect table. And again as we sat in the cool of the shade and ate we talked about everything you could think of, dance fads, food, and she was more than a little surprised by what I knew about cooking. We talked about sewing and I found out she loves to cross-stitch. She laughed and thought I was kidding when I told her I could crochet and knit as well as darn my own socks. I shrugged saying “You know being brought up by a single man meant if I didn’t do it, it didn’t get done.” And slowly the uptight school teacher was replaced by a funny caring woman and very beautiful woman.
It was just after dark when the Studabaker rolled to a stop next to her VW. She didn’t move to get out as I walked around to her door, and I was smiling like the village idiot as I opened it for her. She still didn’t get out but turned in the truck seat putting her feet on the threshold of the door and looking at me said. “Mike, I had a very good time today thank you.” She put one foot down on the running board leaning her shoulder into the back of the seat as her eyes searched my face in the dim light from the parking lot light. “Are you going to ask me out again?”
“Should I?”
“Maybe.” It came out very soft and the corners of her mouth turned up, “To be honest Mike you scare me a little.”
“How can that be? Oh, oh Crap I’m so sorry! I certainly didn't mean to!”
“No, not like that.” She folded her hands together, “It's that you’re not like any other teenager I have ever met. You don’t talk like one, you're very knowledgeable, hell you knew about or at least something about everything I wanted to talk about today and you are funny as hell.” Her hand came to my arm as it rested on the window frame of the truck door. “And Mike most importantly you have been a perfect gentleman treating me like a lady all day.”
I took her hand in mine as she slipped off the truck seat “You are a lady, and well yes I was going to ask you out again. I want to get to know all about you, my lady.” I squeezed her hand, “I want to know the soft and sweet and the hard not so sweet and right now I want to kiss you so badly my toes are on fire from it.”
She got to her car and opened the door, putting it between us saying a little shyly “But you didn’t try.”
“No.” I chuckled “I didn’t think it was what...well, I think you will let me know if you ever want that kiss.”
She reached into her handbag and pulled out a piece of paper with her phone number already on it. Call me when you can get away again.
12
It was a few days later, well a week really and I was out in the back fixing a loose barn gate when dad came to the back door of the house calling out, “Ms. Barts is on the phone for you!”
I ran to the house and I tried to not sound out of breath or too excited as I said, “Hello.”
“Hello, Mr. King. Want to come out to the farm and my house for fried chicken and potato salad tomorrow evening?” She chuckled. “I can feel you looking at your dad and I already asked him if he would like to come with you. I told him I have a new program for us to start work on. It’s for your dyslexia. He said no.”
“Do you have it?”
“Yes, but tomorrow night it will just be the 2 of us. I mean unless schoolwork is what you want to think about?”
“Nope.”
She laughed softly “I didn’t think so. And for fuck sake Mike, call me Elaine when it’s just us.” There was a shuffling noise “You know where our place is out by the Jonha water tower?”
“Yes, Yes I do.”
“Alright, then when you come down the lane go past my folk’s house. Stay to the left when you get to the Y and that will bring you out to my house. See you at about 4?”
“Perfect.”
13
Of course, my grandparents were around but like I said dad had raised me by himself and he knew me like a book. He gave me the look all sons know all too well and asked, “You got a thing for her?”
I felt my face grow hot “Have you not seen her!” I chuckled “I’d have to be dead to not, but dad she is just my teacher.” I shook my head “I don’t know why she is going out of her way to help me with my dyslexia but I’m damn glad of it. She said we will be working on it through lunch at school and she has a different program set out for me so when the class is doing one thing I’ll also be doing it but in a different way, whatever the hell that means.” I saw him watching me. “And why she is willing to give up her free time is beyond me but I’m not turning down fried chicken even if it snows.”
He chuckled as he slowly stood up putting his hand on my shoulder “Mike I brought you up to be your own man.” He looked me right in the eyes. “Just be careful son.”
14
I could smell the cooking chicken through the screen door and called out, “Hello, Elaine?”
“It’s open.”
“I don’t know what I expected, but it wasn’t the beautiful woman that I found in the kitchen. Her hair was damp indicating it hadn’t been long since she had showered. Her makeup was light with some color around her eyes and the pink lipstick on her lips matched the polish on her fingers and the toes of her bare feet. She was wearing a black cotton sundress that had spaghetti straps holding it up. It was by no means sheer but it was clear that her small tight dark nipples were not being protected by a bra. It was well above mid-thigh in length and the black of the dress made her pale white thighs look beautiful as the skirt swished around them.
She seemed a little, I don’t think I would call it shy but, maybe stand-offish.
“I was sort of thinking, maybe we could eat out under the pecan tree.” she pointed out through the kitchen screen door “It’s a nice breeze out there and hotter than hell in here. Would you mind?”
“No, not at all. What can I do to help?”
I got the blanket she had given me spread out and went back in to carry the hot freshly fried chicken out while she brought out the salad and fresh-baked bread. She was kind of looking everywhere but at me, “Elaine, you don’t have to do this.”
Her eyes came to mine and searched my face. “This is wrong in at least, well more ways than I can count and so against the law, and” she shook her head, “so bad. Shit, I can’t believe I’m even sitting here, and I…”
I stood up, “I wouldn’t do anything in the world to cause you any problems. I’ll see you.”
I started walking back to the house, “Mike stop.” I did and turned to face her. “I don’t want you to go. I just don’t…are you a virgin.”
I couldn’t help but smile, “Um, that would be a no.” I grinned “Are you?”
“Ho well shit.” She wagged her head “Come on and set, we don’t want the food to get cold.”
We both relaxed as we ate and again the conversation ran over 100s of things until she said, “Come on the mosquitoes are going to carry us away if we set out here much longer.”
Once inside I helped with the cleanup and as she put the last plate away her back was to me as I stepped toward her putting my hands around her slender waist. I nipped her neck with my teeth and very softly said “Remember I thought you would tell me if you wanted that kiss.” She turned in my arms looking at me and I smiled. “I think you do.” She was trembling as our lips met.
I would like to tell you that it was a night of burning hot sex, but it wasn’t. It was an evening of kissing, touching, laughing, and tickling. It was a night of exploration, a night of growing friendship, and no more.
15
Over the next few months as fall turned to winter Elaine and I grew closer and closer. We were working on my dyslexia every day at school and I was going to her house 2 or 3 nights a week and most Saturdays.
It was the day before the Thanksgiving break, “Mr. King I need to see you in my classroom at lunchtime.” By this time the whole school knew that Miz Barts was mentoring me so our spending time together had just become the way it was. When we were doing things at school it was always with an open door so again no one gave us a second thought.
“Yes, mam.”
~
I knocked lightly on her classroom door and pushed it open. “Hi.”
“Hi, yourself.” My eyes dropped to her legs, finding the bottom 3 buttons of her dress undone as she crossed them. She watched me closely as my gaze ran over her stocking-covered thighs, “I brought us some tuna salad sandwiches and chips. I’ll set it out if you go to the vending machine and get us a coke.”
“Deal.” And I turn to head to get us a soft drink.
When I got back she had scooted up with her legs under her desk and I was sure by the way her hand was moving was doing up buttons as a smiling Mr. Sims turned to look at me. I smiled, “Hi Mr. Sim, what’s shaken.”
“Hi, Mike. I know I’m interrupting not only your lesson but also your lunch. Come and sit so you can eat while I tell you what I have in mind.”
By this time Elaine was setting out our chips. “I’m sorry Bart but I don’t have enough to offer you a sandwich.”
“No, no, don't be silly.” He looked at me, “I got permission to pull you from your next class, and here is why.” He smiled as he sat down at one of the student desks when we started to eat. “I haven't had a chance to take a look at your truck. But if you put it together like your drawings, well there are a bunch of FFA boys from around the state that have put together a small car show at Travis High school in Dallas and it’s this Saturday.” he looked at Elaine “Can I steal this young man for a while?”
She smiled and gave me a wink, “We can catch up in study hall.”
“Mike, go get your truck and bring it around to the agriculture shop.”
I hadn’t seen it but I know the FFA boys had gone through a 56 Chevrolet Belair and the class of boys was swarming over it, wiping and cleaning everything. I parked next to the car ignoring the hard looks and stairs as Mr. Sim walked up to me and Hazel. And for the next hour, he went over Hazel with a fine tooth comb asking me what seemed to be at least a 1000 questions. Finally, he said, “Yes I think it would be amazing if you would bring, Hazil is it, up to the car show Saturday.” he looked at the truck “Do I need to call your dad?”
“No, I got it.”
That afternoon sitting in the study hall quietly working on making my mind recognize words and then unscrambling them in my head I looked at Elaine, “I was wondering if you would like to go up to Dallas with me. I don’t know what there is to do up there on a Friday night but we could leave early on Friday and have a nice dinner when we get there.” I shrugged “we could do the whole car show thing and then I don’t know what. But I was thinking we could come back on Sunday.”
Her cheeks went pink as she leaned forward and spoke in a very soft voice, her eyes sparkling, “Mr. King, did you just ask me to go away with you for the weekend?”
I grinned, “Yes I did, and if you say yes of course I’ll get us each a room.”
16
After dinner, I pulled dad out into the barn away from grandma and grandpa, “Dad I want to talk for a minute.” Hadn’t said a word as I told him about Mr. Sims and the car show. I told him I wanted to go up Friday and stay over until Sunday, And when I was finished talking he gave me that look as he sat thinking.
“I don’t guess you would be going alone now would you?”
“No sir.” I kind of shook my head “I made reservations for 2 rooms dad.”
“Are you that sure I’ll say ok to this?”
“No sir, if you say no I can always call and cancel.”
He took out his pipe and said nothing as he packed it with tobacco. He scratched to top off of a match with his thumbnail and as it flared up touched it to the tobacco. He drew in a couple of breaths of air pulling it through the pipe and sucking the match flame into the tobacco. Puff
“I was the same age as you when I married your momma so I reckon your growed up enough to, um to what” Puff, puff “I guess to know your own mind.” Puff “I don’t know that you're screwing her, but I don’t know that you're not and I really don’t know if it’s any of my business one way or the other.” Puff, Puff he pointed the pipe stem at me “Son don’t you do anything stupid, it could not only cost her, her career but get her locked up and I sure as fuck don’t want no grand babies outa you, not yet anyway. You go and have fun, but be a grown-ass man about it. Son, you need to think with the head on your shoulders, not the one in your pants.” Puff, Puff “You payin'?’
“For everything but her room. That way it will show we each had our own room.”
Now he laughed, Puff, “With adjoining doors?” “Puff Puff
I wagged my eyebrows at him and smiled. “Dad we haven’t done the nasty.”
Puff, puff, He chuckled “Yet.” And change the subject to a Bull he was thinking of buying asking if I wanted to go in on half.
~
Elaine wasn’t a stupid woman and at the end of the home room, she pulled me to the side. “Come on, we need to go to see supernatant Talbot.”
As we walked to the office I gave her a sideways look, “I haven’t done anything to be in trouble since, well us.”
“I know you ass hat. I’m going to get permission to go to Dallas for the car show and to take you to the reading center while we are there. I want us to be all-legal about this little getaway you have planned for us.” She pulled up to a stop, “What did your dad say?”
“To um…use my head about things.”
“I bet it was more than that.”
“I bet you would be right. He is ok.”
She knocked twice on Mr. Talbot's office door. “Can we see you for a few minutes?”
“Hi, Elaine.” His eyes went past her to me, “Mike. Yes please come in.”
And over the next few minutes, Elaine laid out the plan for the trip ending with. “I have Mr. King's verbal ok and can get it in writing if need be.”
“I don’t see a problem, you will act as a chaperone on Saturday for Mr. Sims, and, well yes I’m ok with you going up there.”
Elaine smiled “Good then Mr. King and I will be leaving after Lunch tomorrow.”
Talbot smiled. “That will be fine.”
I looked at Miz Barts, “Um, Miz Barts, I need to see Mr. Talbot alone for just a moment.”
She gave me a hard look, “Alright.” And left.
He was looking me over pretty hard. “What's up, Mike?”
I smiled, “Well sir I have done my best to be a model citizen around here ever since Mss. Barts decided to help me. She has gone out of her way to not only help me but to try and bring something new to this hell hole of a school. I know you are not stupid and I know you have heard the rumors running around this cesspit full of idiots.”
“You can’t talk to me like that.”
“Like what? Like two men? I know where all the gossip and other crap is coming from, and you sir have one chance to make it stop. If you don’t I will and if I do your football coach or you are not going to like it, not like it at all.”
He got a funny look on his face, “Are you threatening me?’’
“Nope.” I stepped to him and offered him my hand and as he shook it said “I’m just telling you the facts. The lady doesn’t deserve any of this bull shit.” I smiled “Thanks for saying ok to this trip. Will we see you at the car show?”
That caught him off guard, “You know my wife might like a day trip.”
“Good I hope we see you there.”
17
I picked her up at her house and when I pulled to a stop she came out with 2 small bags. I walked over to the porch and gathered them up as she locked the door, “Mike what did you say to Talbot yesterday?”
“Nothing really. I told him I knew who was spreading the rumors about you and me and if he didn’t stop it I would.” I looked at her “You and I both know it's coach Bailey. Hell, he almost wets himself every time you walk past him.” I opened the truck door for her, “And good morning to you too.” She was in flat sandals, a t-shirt and walking shorts. “You look beautiful by the way.” Her cheeks went pink.
She gave me a sideways look as she stepped up into the truck, “Mike are you jealous?”
“Not if you tell me you're my girl.” I shook my head, “Yes, no…I think protective might be a better word.”
“Are you seeing any girls besides me?”
“You know I’m not.”
She chuckled “I know you're not in Hutto but I know nothing of Round Rock or Taylor or even George Town.”
“Nope, just you, and I don’t guess I’m really seeing you, am I? Rules you know.”
Suddenly as we made the 3-hour trip to Dallas we were a couple. Elaine had sat close to me with her hand on my leg as I drove. We made small talk about this house, that cow, fresh hay, and each other. She turned a little sideways in the seat, “I know your heart is soft even if you're outside isn’t so tell me something I don’t know.”
“Alright, um…my most favorite creature on the planet is butterflies.”
There was a little something in her voice “Really. I would never have thought that, not ever.”
To change the subject I said, “Um, I’m hungry. Want to stop and eat?”
Elaine laughed, “I see what you did there but yes I could eat.”
18
By the time we stopped here and there, went to eat, and saw a few things it was a little past 6 pm when we checked into the Hilton hotel. After we checked in and were in the elevator going up to the 19th floor and our rooms Elaine smiled at me, “Honey this is really nice but, well, I hate to see you spend this kind of money.”
“Well in my mind I thought you would like it, and I’m pretty sure no one we know will be staying here. That means you can openly be my girl if we are out doing things.”
She chuckled, “Very thoughtful of you Mr. King.”
She went to her room as I stopped at mine and smiled at me as she went in. Once inside my room I dropped my little traveling bag and went to the door between our rooms. She opened the door on her side almost the same instant I opened mine. I had planned on playing it cool, kind of letting her take the lead. I didn't want to do anything to screw up this weekend with her, I shouldn’t have worried.
Elaine was smiling as she stepped towards me putting her arms around my neck as she leaned in kissing me. It was long and soft and maybe the sweetest kiss I had ever had. When she stepped back her hands went to the buttons on her blouse And I watched as she began to undress. “I hope you hadn’t planned on going anywhere tonight.”
“No, I wanted to see what you wanted to do.”
“Well right now I want you to see me naked and then make love to me.”
I eat her up with my eyes, “My god woman, I didn’t know any human could be so beautiful.” Her just-off brown nipples capping her breasts were drawn up tight and hard, and as my pants came off her full black bush drew my eyes to it like a magnet.
Her eyes dropped to my stone-hard cock and she smiled, “I thought I would like the size of that.
That night any nervousness we may have felt was quickly replaced with the release of months of want and need. We were slow and gentle with each other and if I heard her make a sound of pleasure I did and if it was something she didn’t quite like, I didn’t do that. I kissed, licked and touched and nipped her skin everywhere, and when I kissed over her mound into that full bush her legs came open in invitation. Again I worked my tongue in her sliding it through her moist girl lips and bouncing it against her button she let out a soft moan, “mmm.” But it was when I sucked the little one-inch nub she gasped “HUHU!” And as her hips came up off the bed her hands went to the back of my head pulling me into her, “oh god, oh yes! Oh yesss!” She gasped as her hips pumped into my face.
Then she was pushing me back. “Get on your back.” She leaned down talking into my lips as we kissed “I want you in me but as big as you are we need to go a little slow.”
“Let me get a…” she whispered into my lips, “It’s ok.” And the tip of my dick slipped between her lips and when I felt her heat I simply didn’t care.
That first time was pretty quick for both of us but with her steady hands, lips, and mouth after that time she kept me hard and right on the edge for quite some time before I came again.
When we finally rolled away from each other it was well past 2 am.
19
And so for the next 4 years, we spent as much time as we could with each other. I would stay out at her place 2 or 3 nights a week and every weekend. We traveled all over Texas on weekends and holidays and it was wonderful.
And through it all, she taught me how to recognize my letters and numbers.
It was funny because one evening dad and I were sitting out on the front porch and he chuckled, “Mike have you learned anything other than how your dick works?”
I smiled at him, “Hold on.” I went in and got a technical manual on a new transmission I wanted to put in Hazle. I sat back down beside him and as I began to talk to him about what I wanted to do to my truck I also read to him from the manual about how I was going to have to change the floorboard to make it fit. It was the first time he ever offered me his hand and when I shook his hand he smiled, “Good on ya my man.”
The next big milestone was when I had been given a pretty big history assignment. I worked on the damn thing for a month and when the big day came that I had to stand in front of the class and present it, Mr Talbot and a couple of other teachers including Mr. Sims came into the room. I had never ever spoken in front of others or tried to read anything. I stumbled a couple of times but I was proud as hell of what Miz Barts and I had accomplished. When I finished and the teachers came up to congratulate me I pulled Elaine up from her desk and with tears in her eyes she stood next to me.
3 months after I graduated I was drafted into the United States Army.
It would be 4 years before I saw Elaine Again.
And that's a whole other story.
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5 Sides of Human
{Part thirteen}
Genre: Mixed
WC: ~4.4k
CW: Anxiety, depictions of anger and verbal aggression, pining, scheming, vague mentions of manipulation, love triangle/one sided feelings, swearing, Simeon being a jerk lol, Storm has a stutter but I am not depicting it with written word consistently, spoilers for season 1&2!
A/N: still primarily on Hiatus, but after this week I decided to write a little bit to get my stress levels down. So here (:
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“Mammon that was pathetic.” Fern scolded as they watched Mammon begrudgingly begin washing the mess of dishes amassed by his cooking. “You had her right where you wanted her, and you still couldn’t ask!?”
Mammon groaned. “I...I tried, but Lucifer, he jus-”
“He’s the one you’re competing against, Dammit!” Fern threw up their hands and began pacing around the kitchen. “Don’t you demons go by that weird alpha-beta male society structure thing?”
“What on earth are you talking about?” Satan scrunched up his nose, notedly walking into the conversation at the wrong time. “Isn’t that entirely based on those fallacious human-world wolf studies? Demon’s are far more intelligent than humans, Fern. You of all people should know that.”
Fern shook their head, completely bypassing the insult. “But y’all are like...weirdly manly macho masculine dudes. And obviously Lucifer has taken on the weird dad role he has, so that makes sense for this right?!”
Satan raised an eyebrow, and Mammon stood staring vacantly with a confused expression on his face. Fern groaned again and continued pacing.
“Are you going to ignore the fact that he called you stupid, Fern?” Vivi snickered, hoisting themselves up onto the counter.
“That’s not the point here!” Fern sighed, turning back around. “Mammon missed his chance to ask her out! I don’t want tiny grumpy grandpas running around because he decided to screw around with Storm.”
Mammon groaned. “Aye, I don’t want to think ‘bout that, man! The last thing I want visualized is him doin’...uh- stuff- with Storm!”
Vivi scoffed in disgust. “Why is it that you guys always default to that sort of thing? I think Storm’s smart enough to not do something like that. Besides, it’s not like it’s any of your business.”
“While I do agree that her sex life is not really our concern, I don’t want to ignore it and pretend having her messing around with him wouldn’t bother me for the same reasons.” Satan sighed, shrugging his shoulders. “I don’t think anyone in this house, plus many others, would be cool with it either.”
Vivi made a disgusted face and rolled her eyes. “You are all too much. Fuckin’ gross.”
“I think you’re ignoring the fact that Lucifer made a critical mistake today though, dear.” Asmo leaned against the doorframe, amused by the startled reaction of him listening to their conversation.
“Whatcha mean?” Mammon attempted to cross his arms, forgetting that they were drenched in dishwater and immediately shaking them lose with an annoyed growl.
“Well, did you not pick up on the way he was talking to Storm at the table and how she reacted to it?” Asmo’s lips twitched into a calculating smirk. “He was treating her like a child, and she did not seem to like that at all. I think he’s lost some affection points with her.”
“Points?!” Vivi jumped down off the counter. “Alright, no. This isn’t a competition to see who can get with Storm first!”
“But what if it was, though.” Asmo’s smirk grew. “I suppose I’d win, given how I’m irresistible n’ all.”
“Yeah right.” Mammon scoffed, pointing accusingly at Asmo. “If ya tried to flirt with her she’d go runnin’. Ya don’t got any self control.”
“I’d hate to agree with Mammon, but he’s right.” Satan shrugged. “Storm is shy and withdrawn. She’d do better with someone who fits her personality and is more sensitive to her needs, so I’d say your both out.”
“Oh, what and you’re in? I heard her turn you down in the library this morning, Mr.-Strong-Sensitive-Silent-Type.” Asmo mocked poking him in the chest.
Vivi blinked in confusion. “Wait, did you make a move on her?”
Satan stood frozen, a delicate blush spreading on his cheeks. “Well- It...It’s not like that, I was just-”
“What the fuck dude!” Fern screeched. “I thought we agreed that we’d put our bets on Mammon! You’re gonna mess up the whole plan!”
“What in the fuck are you all yelling about? I’m trying to nap in here for fucks sake.” Belphie grumbled from beneath the center island, causing Asmo and Mammon to squeal in shock. Fern began berating him for eaves dropping, while Belphie tried to make a point of how he could end up with Storm over anyone in the room.
“Alright, alright! shut up, will ya!” Mammon hissed, gesturing at everyone to keep their voices down after hearing Lucifer’s threatening voice from elsewhere in the house telling them to be quiet. “If ya wanna make a wager on this, I’d be willin’ to place a bet, but maybe we should do this when Lucifer ain’t in earshot, got it?!”
“Hmm.” Asmo giggled, shaking his head. “I think that I may go try my luck tonight, I’ll let you know how it goes.”
“Oi!” Mammon yell-whispered, trying to block Asmo from leaving. “I ain’t gonna let ya do that until I get to talk to her first!”
“Alright, that’s it!” Vivi finally pushed herself off the counter in frustration, quickly moving toward Mammon and Asmo. With a few swift movements, she grabbed the backs of their heads and knocked their faces together hard, causing both of them to whine in pain. “I’m done with this shit. You can call me if you want someone to punch that dollar store ass dracula wannabe in the face, but I’m not going to sit here and help you manipulate your way into getting to my friend’s pants.”
“Friend..? I thought you said you couldn’t care less about Storm.” Satan mocked.
She paused, turning around and shooting Satan a glare. “Maybe you need your hearing checked because I didn’t say anything about us being friends.”
Satan gulped as Vivi punched her open palm, shaking his head in objection. “N-nevermind...”
“That’s what I thought.” Vivi growled, quickly stomping out of the room.
“Hey gurlieee.” Asmo beamed as he watched Storm enter the cafe, already prepared to work. He was eager to see she had picked up a shift early to get it all over with as soon as possible- just as he’d predicted she would. He skipped over to her, playfully winding up the bar rag he had been wiping down the counters with and snapping it at her hips.
“Quit, Asmo.” Storm grumbled, dropping her backpack behind the counter and dawn one of the white aprons.
“Aw, why the long face? I know this sucks, but you get to spend the next 8 hours with meee!”
“Isn’t your shift half over though?” Storm quirked an eyebrow at him, confused as to what he had meant. “What about rehearsal tonight?”
“Well, I figured I could stay later if it meant spending time with you.” He winked, bumping his hips into hers. “Besides, it’s a slow night! We basically just get to buss tables and hang out. How can you say no to that?!”
Storm rolled her eyes, but her small smile forming on her lips displayed her amusement. “I guess it wont be that bad then.”
Asmo giggled, booping Storm on the nose and going back to work. As Asmo had said, the night was slow. Few customers came and went in the first few hours, and there was barely anyone in for the dinner service. Storm was kind of surprised the shop owner had agreed to this decision with Lucifer given how little patronage they were receiving on a Friday night, thinking that they would have been more fit to just get the money for the repairs and call it a day.
Toward the last hour of their shift, Simeon burst through the cafe doors. He was furious, to say the least, and made a B-line directly toward the table Storm and Asmo were clearing.
“Is this a joke to you?” Simeon crossed his arms, tapping his foot in annoyance. “You think that this whole thing is just a big ol’ goof, and that you can half-ass it like you do everything else?!”
Storm barely had time to look up before the words flew from Simeon’s mouth. She furrowed her brows in confusion and hurt, trying to figure out what possessed the normally docile angel to act in such a manner. As she turned her attention to him to offer a rebuttal, she realized he was facing Asmodeus.
“What? Simeon, I-”
“Shut it.” Simeon snapped, poking a finger into his chest. “You were supposed to be at rehearsal 4 hours ago. We had to do the whole thing without you, and you know damn well you’re the one who needs to practice your lines the most, Asmo!”
“What about Storm!” Asmo gestured to her as he whined, “she missed rehearsal too!”
“Um, hello?!” Storm threw up her hands in exasperation. “I told him I wasn’t going to be there ahead of time! You didn’t have to stay this long with me- I even reminded you of rehearsal!”
“Ah, really?” Simeon narrowed his eyes, “Besides, she knows all her lines by heart. You don’t.”
“Come on Simeon, give me a break!” Asmo groaned, dramatically throwing his bar rag to the floor. “We’ve been at this non-stop for like 10 days now!”
“And that leaves only 5 left until the play!” Simeon yelled, catching the watchful eye of the Bartender who was supervising Asmo and Storm’s shift. “Again, I ask if you think this is a joke!? Do you want me to look like a fool!?”
“Simeon, you need to relax a little bit.” Storm murmured quietly as the Bartender shot her a warning glare. “I know this is a big deal but we can fix it- just calm down.”
Simeon’s eye twitched, but felt calmer as Storm patted his forearm. With an exasperated sigh, he leaned into Asmo’s face and sternly whispered. “If you’re not at rehearsal tomorrow, I’ll make sure there are consequences.”
With a sharp turn on his heel, Simeon stormed out of the restaurant, leaving Asmo frustrated and whiney for the remainder of her their time. Once the bartender called for Storm and Asmo to return their Aprons, Asmo excitedly pulled Storm along to a nearby bar, offering her a plethora of drinks to help “relax” her after the long day.
“I can’t believe how much of a jerk Simeon is being.” Asmo griped as he tossed back a shot. “Seriously, how can he act like this and get away with it? He’s worse than Lucifer.”
Storm shrugged, playing with the umbrella in her drink. “I mean, you did choose to skip rehearsal. And you haven’t been practicing your lines at home.”
“Oh, come on now.” Asmo rolled his eyes. “Nobody has time for something so stupid.”
“I...I have...” Storm muttered meekly as she sank into herself. “Besides, I...I do kind of agree with him...Like, Diavolo put me in charge of this and it doesn’t really seem like any of you care all that much except for Levi. I want to impress him and show him that I...That I’m worth something. But If you think it’s all stupid, then I guess-”
Asmodeus’ playful expression fell into a frown. He placed a hand on her shoulder tenderly, trying to figure out what to do to fix the way he made her feel. “Hey now, I didn’t mean it like that... I just meant that Simeon is being a bit too rough on everyone, is all. We’ll make sure it’s a success, you don’t have to worry about that.”
Storm forced a smile, but it immediately fell back into a frown. She remained quiet for a moment, continuing to play with her drink as Asmo desperately tried to figure out what to do.
“I think I’m just going to go home now. I’m really tired” Storm pushed her stool away from the bar and hopped down, having not even touched her drink. She tried to hurry away, knowing that Asmo was very pushy when it came to their time spent hanging out.
“What? I-WAIT!” Asmo gripped her arm before she was able to sneak away, the action shocking her a bit. “Before you go, I wanted to ask you something!”
Storm took a step back toward him and raised her brow, indicating she was listening.
“Do you want to go to the ball with me after the play?” He smiled warmly and raised his eyebrows. “Obviously there’s no one you’d rather go with, right?”
The way his eyes shimmered with a glittery peach tint told Storm he was again attempting to use his charming abilities on her. She sighed, gently pulling her arm free. “Sorry Asmo, I’m not interested.”
Asmo pouted. “What?? Why no?t!”
Storm looked away from him, trying to maintain her ground. It was difficult having to reject two of the brothers in one day. “I decided that I’m not really going to go with anyone specific because I don’t want anyone to feel bad.”
“Oh come on, they can suck it up!” Asmo waved the concern away before asking once more, giving her the cutest puppy-dog expression he could muster. “Are you sure you don’t want to go with me?”
“I...I’m sure.” She gave him a weak smile. “But I’m sure anyone else would!”
Asmo sighed. “Yeah, buuttt if you change your mind I may not be available!”
Storm nodded. “I’m aware...but that’s probably for the best.”
"Well, suit yourself then.” Asmo shrugged, attempting to display his indifference, but Storm could see the hurt behind his eyes before he returned his attention to the bar.
Storm snaked her way through the crowd and out of the bar to begin the walk home, feeling a bit disheartened that Asmo had struggled to accept her no, and then didn’t make an offer to walk her home like he normally would. She wouldn’t hold it against him, as she knew the rejection probably hurt his ego more than he’d want to admit, but she would be lying if she said she still wasn’t confident in walking alone in Devildom- especially at night.
“Can you believe she said she wasn’t interested? in me!?” Asmo cried into his pillow as Heart patted his back. “I mean, what’s not to like!”
“I’m sure she still likes you, Asmo. Just...not in that way.” Heart tried to reassure him, but wasn’t sure what to say to make him feel better, on top of the jealousy they felt at Asmo first asking Storm to the ball.
“Well I don’t want storm to just like me like she likes everyone else!” Asmo sniffled. “I’m special...Aren’t I?”
“Of course you are.” Heart reassured with a smile.
Asmo turned to them, curling his legs to his chest. “Well it doesn’t feel that way now...”
Heart’s smile dropped as Asmodeus broke into more sobs. It was surprising to them that someone filled with such vanity could also be so insecure. “Not everyone has to be enamored with you for you to have value, Asmo.”
“But I’m the most beautiful creature in all three realms- objectively!” Asmo pointed out flatly. “If not everyone agrees, then what's the point of anything!”
“Storm is just one person- why does her opinion matter so much to you when the rest of the consensus is...that?”
Asmo sighed in frustration, burying his head into his pillow. “I don’t know! I mean, I love her to pieces and I guess I just haven’t felt that way about someone before and had them not return it.”
Heart winced, not liking that confession. “Well, you can’t force everyone to love you.”
“That’s the thing though! I don’t have to!” Asmo belted into the pillow, more tears flooding down his cheeks. “Everyone just falls for me naturally- except her!”
“Asmo, just because one person doesn’t like you in the same way your used to doesn’t mean your life doesn’t have meaning. Besides, wouldn’t you want people to love you for well...you, and not just your appearance?”
There’s a pause for a moment before half-heartedly Asmo shrugs. His voice is muffled as he mumbles into the pillow. “I guess I don’t know. I’ve never really had that before I don’t think.”
Heart takes a deep breath. “ Love shouldn’t look like...well...obsession. It’s something deeper than that. And if that’s what you’re feeling for Storm, she isn’t obligated to love you back...I mean like, she still loves you. It seems like you guys have more of a friend or sibling bond, honestly. Storm seems like she’d be pressed to hate any one. She just doesn’t love you in the same way you love her.”
Asmo rolled over, eyes glistening with tears. “Well, I mean...I don’t know if I do love her in the way you’re talking about either.”
Heart blinks in confusion. “What? But you just said-”
“No, I know what I said...I just...” Asmo paused, trying to find the words. “I guess the love I have for her is more like obsessive? But I do see her as a close friend too...I don’t know. I just don’t like the idea of someone not loving me, I guess...”
“So you really just want her to love you- it’s not necessarily like you want to marry her or something.” Heart stated, trying to make sense of Asmo’s mess of emotions. “Like, if she did love you back, would you try to vie for her attention exclusively this much?”
“I guess not.” Asmodeus sighed, sitting up and hugging his knees. “That’s kind of fucked up of me, isn’t it?”
“Well, you are a demon.” Heart chuckled, but their expression dropped when Asmo looked at them with hurt in his eyes.
“I don’t want to be that way towards her though. She’s like family. She doesn’t deserve that.”
“Well...then maybe you just support her in the relationship that means something then?”
“You mean her and Lucifer?” Asmo cocked his head to the side, curious as to what Heart knew about Fern’s plans to sabotage any chance of a romance the two had.
“Well, yeah.” Heart shrugged. “They both really seem to like each other in that deeper way, so why not put the energy into that? It might make you feel better.”
Asmo nodded slowly, chewing his lip. There was a moment of silence before he spoke again. Something about the moment with them felt intimate, and he found himself surprised that he would allow himself to be vulnerable like this with someone who wasn’t his brother. For a moment, Asmo wondered if the fluttering feeling in his stomach was the deeper love Heart was talking about.
“Heart?”
Heart paused the circles they were rubbing on Asmo’s back. “Hmm?”
“Do you love me?”
Heart was taken aback, a deep blush spreading across their face. “I- uh...I mean...Well...y-yeah?”
Asmo giggled at their sudden flustered state. “Like, in the way my fans do, or in the deeper way?”
“Uhh...well...I...” Heart sat frozen, unsure of what to say, as Asmo stared expectantly at them. They took a deep breath, not wanting to full-out confess to him. “Well, I suppose I haven’t known you for long enough yet to say that for sure...but I definitely feel something deeper than just attraction...”
Asmo’s eyes lit up. “Really?”
Heart swallowed hard, trying to force the embarrassment off their features. “Yeah...and I mean...Since Storm wont go with you to the ball, I...I will...I-if you’d want to.”
A look of surprise mixed with excitement and curiosity shifted onto Asmo’s features. “Wait, are you asking me out on a date!?”
“Uh...yyyeesss..?” Heart gave a nervous smile as they almost posed the answer as a question to themselves, causing Asmo to laugh heartily. At first they thought he was mocking them, until he caught them into a tight embrace.
“Of course I’ll go with you! How could I say no to that adorable face!” Asmo giggled, peppering Heart’s face with gentle pecks. “I thought I’d be the one to ask you, but you never cease to amaze me with your boldness, darling!”
Heart breathed a sigh of relief, returning the embrace with a light chuckle. “Well, ya know...Dat me.”
Asmo giggled once more, squeezing Heart tighter. For once, the receiving of love from another felt more wholesome and pure rather than lustful, and he found himself liking the feeling more than what his fans ever offered, and even what Storm had shown him in terms of platonic love. Something about Heart seemed to lull him into a sense of comfort, to the point where he didn’t want to let go of them for even a moment.
“Where’s Diavolo? We need to practice the closing scene!” Simeon paced around the room in frustration, feeling pressed that they were now down 4 days to the play.
“I’m sure he’s just running a bit behind schedule.” Lucifer reassured, only to be met with a pointed glare from Simeon.
“He hasn’t been at Rehearsal since day 5. I’m worried that he hasn’t been practicing and is going to fudge all his lines!” Simeon let out a frustrated sigh, finding it hard to coordinate with Diavolo’s schedule- especially since too many “urgent” things had come up and taken even more time away from practice.
Storm shuffled her weight anxiously. Was Diavolo avoiding the play on purpose? He seemed excited to have the role he did at first, but maybe she said or did something to make him want to avoid her. Was it her appearance, maybe? Did she smell weird? Storm snuck a discrete sniff of her hair and armpits. No, it wasn’t that- or maybe she just misread his eagerness and he was just being overly nice. Did he really believe she could pull this off, or was he just leading her to failure? Did he really even want her hear like Solomon said? Maybe he is trying to find reason to get rid of her by making her plan bomb in front of everyone...or maybe-
“Hey...Storm?”
She flinched in surprise at the sudden feeling of a hand on her upper back. Lucifer had moved closer as Simeon continued his tirade of how everyone was ruining the play, seeing Storm seemingly becoming more and more anxious. Given her trauma, Lucifer was worried that Simeon’s brash and explosive demeanor was triggering to her, and seeing her dazed made him anxious- especially given she didn’t respond the first two times he called out to her.
“Are you feeling alright?” He leaned down, voice nearly a whisper. His palm pressed into her back gently as she hesitated in her reply, trying to reassure her that he was safe to talk to.
“I guess so...I’m just a bit nervous about all of this.” She sighed, trying to consider how much she should share with him. Since the shift at the Cafe, his strictness had again subsided and Lucifer was much more relaxed again around her, allowing their friendship to fall slowly back into place. Which was a relief, considering the weird behavior Mammon was exhibiting, on top of the awkward rejections she had to give Asmo and Satan the other day.
Lucifer nodded. “I share the feeling. Diavolo usually isn’t this unreliable with his commitments, and he still refuses to tell me what’s going on.”
“Really? But you’re like, the closest person to him besides Barbatos.” Storm was surprised when Lucifer sighed and shrugged in response.
“I thought so too.” He paused, running his other hand through his hair. “I have a feeling something bad is on the horizon...but I can’t quite place what it is.”
Storm swallowed, nodding with him. She didn’t share it previously, but since Diavolo became more inconsistent, she had started feeling the same way. Something didn’t feel right about it, and he was definitely hiding something.
Before Lucifer had a chance to reply and formulate a plan for how they should proceed, Lucifer’s phone rang. He immediately dropped his hands from Storm’s back and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Diavolo’s face in the call icon on the screen.
“My lord, Where are y-” Lucifer paused before finishing his statement, his brows furrowing in annoyance. He was quiet for a moment, and murmured voices could be heard on the other end of the phone. “What? But what about the play?”
Simeon snapped his attention toward Lucifer, hurriedly approaching and gesturing for him to hand over the phone.
Lucifer held up his hand to signal for Simeon to back away, and avoiding his attempts at grasping the phone from his hand. “Storm worked really hard on this, and there’s only a few more rehearsal’s left, and-”
Before Lucifer could stop him, Simeon finally snatched the phone out of Lucifer’s hand. “What is this you’re discussing with Lucifer and not the director, Lord Diavolo?”
Lucifer stole a concerned glance at Storm, who tried to give a reassuring smile.
“Excuse me?!” Simeon yelled, causing both Storm and Lucifer to wince. “We have 4 days left and you’re backing out now?!”
Storm felt her heart sink, guilt festering in her chest at the idea of Diavolo quitting the play without so much as a word to her. Simeon continued berating Diavolo for the irresponsible choice while she became lost in her negative thoughts, blaming herself for the shit-show of a play that would surely come to pass, and the disappointment of those that would follow: Simeon, Lucifer, Diavolo...not to mention the entire student body. She gulped, feeling the anxiety begin to rise in her chest again.
Simeon huffed. “Fine, I’ll rework it to where your character isn’t needed, but I think you owe all of your cast mates who need to now relearn numerous lines an apology, and an excuse from class and other duties so they can spend more time rehearsing.” With those last words, he tossed the phone back at Lucifer.
Lucifer attempted to speak to Diavolo more, but was disgruntled when he saw that he had hung up the phone. He appeared uneasy, as if trying to piece together the last 5 minutes in his head. Storm nudged his arm gently before giving him an attempt at a reassuring smile, but Lucifer saw the anxiety that clouded her eyes through the faux gesture.
“Alright everyone. We’re done rehearsing for today, but I expect you bright and early tomorrow morning because I have to rework the entire script again.” Simeon muttered in frustration as he gathered his belongings into his satchel.
The group groaned collectively, all realizing now that the next few days were going to remind them what pure hell looked like.
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Genre: Fluff
{ DK x Female Reader}
Part-1
Trope: Grumpy x Sunshine
CHAPTER 1
Again I woke up listening to baseless arguments of my family members. Everyday this is a ritual now they all will be arguing from morning to evening. I wish I can soon get out of this place and live on my own. My entire family thinks of me as a disappointment as I left my job to be a writer. I mean it should be completely my choice what I want to do with my life. So now I can't even move out until I start earning. I hate this fact and being here in this super chaotic house is suffocating me.
I finally got up from my bed grumpily went to the bathroom and then freshened up and went out of my room. All i need is a cup of coffee and my breakfast and then I will come back to my room and shut myself in.
“ Oh look who got up”, my mom said in a bad sarcastic tone.
“ Of course she thinks she is a princess why would she get up early”, my grandma chimed. Just before i came out of my room they both were arguing like two cats on the street and now they both teamed up against me.
I ignored their statements and went straight to the kitchen. My grandpa was making his tea who looked and smiled at me. He is the only one i guess who says nothing to me. Even my dad doesn’t say much but he just gives me reminder sometimes that I need to work hard. I too want to write and be a good writer but this chaos happening around me is not letting me write anything.
“ Good morning gramps”, I said and poured out milk on my cup.
“ Good morning kid, did you sleep well ?”, he asked.
“ Umm like that only”, i replied.
“ I guess you need to consume less caffeine and switch to tea instead”, he said taking a sip from his cup. He continued, “ I heard from some articles that this coffee gives anxiety”.
“ It’s okay gramps i can have whatever I don’t care unless I have my coffee”, I said still searching for coffee. “ You know I can’t deal with those two if I am not caffeinated”.
“ That’s true indeed but try to avoid whatever they say I have been doing that since years”, he said and gave me a high five. The bond between me and gramps is always special and amazing. Whenever anyone starts complaining about me or start to shout at me he always comes to my defense. And unlike me they all listen to him.
“ By the way gramps have you seen the coffee”, I asked giving up my search mission.
He is taller than me so he checked the top shelves and handed me an empty coffee jar. “ I guess you have to run away from home today”, he joked and then he left.
No coffee like really what am I going to do? How will I even survive today? I get these unbearable headaches if I don’t get my daily dose of caffeine.
I stomped off to my room ignoring the endless nagging and complains thrown at me,opened my phone and searched for cafes nearby. Luckily I found one that’s like 2 mins away from my home and it seems to be a new one too. I checked the reviews and it got nice reviews, and also some reviews said that this place is good for working and studying. I got up and picked up some good clothes and changed. I packed my laptop, headphones and wallet and finally left the house.
I realized I haven’t been out of my house since a long time. The sun was so bright that I couldn’t even open my eyes properly. Luckily the place was not far away. The outside was very pretty and bright. I opened the door and a voice called out all happy and cheerful, “ Welcome”. When I saw there was a good looking man standing behind the counter and his smile was pretty. His eyes became like crescent moon. I just nodded and found myself a corner.
Within 5 minutes of sitting there a tall man came to me with a menu , “ Good Morning Miss, this is the menu and you can choose whatever you want but you have to come to the counter to order and then we will deliver your choice of food within 10-15 minutes”, he said.
“ Thank you”, I said and took the menu from his hand awkwardly. This man is well built and handsome as well.
“ Are you new here miss?”, he didn’t leave.
It’s always awkward for me to talk to an absolute stranger, “ I am a resident of this neighbourhood”, I replied my eyes fixed on the menu.
“ Ahh then why haven’t we seen you here?”, he continued.
At this point I need him to leave because I started feeling more awkward. But this man is very friendly. I didn’t want to be rude or hurt his sentiments so i replied, “ I rarely go out of my house”.
“ Why so ? going out is fun. Don’t you feel lonely”, he asked curiously.
I was still shuffling the menu and wondering what to say or make him leave when I heard another voice, “ Yah Mingyu come back here and leave the customer alone. You need to do this”, a man with red hair was standing behind the counter now clearly annoyed.
“ Aish I need to leave”, Mingyu whispered and then shouted, “ Okay okay Minghao coming”. And finally that guy left.
After shuffling the menu for a good 10 minutes I decided on ordering a black coffee and a spicy burger with fries. I went to the counter where the first guy was still smiling. He radiates loads of positive vibes.
“ Umm well…”, I fumbled. I am really bad at doing this.
“ Hi, I am DK”, the smiley guy said, “ You know we make very good pizza”. his tone was friendly as well.
I smiled. Or maybe blushed. His smile is contagious. “ But I would like to have a spicy burger and fries and also a black coffee”, I said in one breath.
“ That’s sad, I love pizza you know”, he said pouting.
“ Ah well… I might try it next time”, I said.
“ Yayyy it means you are going to visit us again”, he chimed.
“ It seems like that for now”, I replied. “ But that actually depends upon the coffee”, I kind of teased him. I felt comfortable around him.
“ Don’t worry our coffee is good too, but why did you order black coffee?”, he asked. “ It’s kind of bitter and plain”, he said.
“ Maybe that’s why”, I replied slowly.
“ But you seem to be a sweet person so you should try something sweeter”, he said and smiled again. And my cheeks got flustered.
“ Maybe later sometime”, I replied and smiled.
“Okay I would make sure you do”, he said and handed me a coupon. “ Your items would be there at your table within 15 minutes, have a great time”, he said cheerfully.
I wish someday I can be like him. This happy and this cheerful.
A/N: Hi, I finally got out of my bad slump. So I don’t know how this fic turned out, I would post the next chapters every week. It is a small fic so it would have only 3-4 chapters. And do tell me the feedback. I am so so nervous how it turned out. And thank you for reading. <3
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A friend of mine recently lost her Grandfather, he was 91 years old. We chatted on the phone a bit yesterday and it made me think of this grumpy guy... this absolute curmudgeon ❤️
She and I both hold this irrational desire to have them back. And I know it's irrational because my Grandpa died at 95 years old. But that doesn't mean I don't miss him every day. And wish he could have known Amber. He did meet Olivia when she was a baby at 7 weeks, and she got to know him for about a year 💕
I miss him. So much. But I do know he is with me always. Especially when I hear his sayings come out of my mouth or when I know how to fix something because he showed me how 💜
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wth is with the title?
I live in my own little world. Pretty sure most folks that know me personally, know this. And they either just handle it, or ignore... No matter. And the “Captain Obvious” side of it, is me running around with blinders on, missing reality.
I came up with this title, as I wanted something that tells a bit about me, AND is obscurely different enough to draw curiosity. Why that? I don’t know, ... guess I've never been one to appear common, or like everyone else. Pretty sure most folks like to be the individual they are,... but maybe a touch afraid of attracting attention. Because of my attitude towards being an individual, I do attract attention. I don’t believe its intentional (could be), but no matter... I’ll let someone else decide
Been that way most of my life.... I like being me. Never insulted so much as when Lincoln Hoot and Hollar got bought out by Alltel. I went from Bruce Whitefoot to , umm.... really can’t remember that number anymore. LTT, I could call any department, and they’d at least recognize the fact to know me, whether they did or not.
I am a grandpa. I’ve got 5 grand kids.... love them all. Don’t get to see them enough.
Grumpy..... yup, older I get the grumpier I’m getting... thats a fact.
Pants.... since 1999, I have put on the pounds. I went from my fighting weight of 197 (I was at that weight for over 20 years) to my max of 257. When I got up to that weight, my pants were starting to become uncomfortable. Even with upping in sizes a couple of times. This in turn would add to the “grumpy” side of the title.
Lil known side note: I’ve been on a diet since October, and here in February, I’m down almost 30 pounds. Really got tired of pants that hurt. Been a battle, losing weight and my back. Want to get down 50 total.... I’m pretty sure I can do it.
X world... as in Excelsior Henderson World, or Super X community, etc.
I’ve been a member of many organizations thru the years. None have met or surpassed what I’ve experienced in this community. Have developed some strong everlasting friendships, all over this country.... and few in other countries.
This group of folks..... I like to think it wouldn’t mattter, if the common denominator was something other that “Super X”, and still be attractive .... BUT as we all know Brucie, its because its different that attracts me.
Thus “Grandpa Grumpy Pants X world” ... and you can search that on youtube.
Just posted another video yesterday on youtube. Here I’ve got 5 already and thought I’ve be lucky to get 4 a year. LOL
That came about, as my original video I chopped into 4 episodes. And then I remembered a bunch of stuff, I had forgotten, and made the 5th epsiode of the original 4.... I’ve probably still forgotten more stuff. I’ll get it all on there sooner or later.
I’m nutz...
Cleaning my video files yesterday on my pc, I recognized that I’ve probably got 2 more videos ready to publish. And one already edited waiting.
Pull in the reins Brucester...
This site, and the youtube site, both will have episodes other than Super X context. The title isn’t “strictly”...
I know my audience will never be huge. I’ll never make a penny on any of this. But so far I’ve been enjoying. And as long as my Grand kids have access to both, I’m happy.
Talking into a camera/mic isn’t near as intimidating as the first time, but I must admit, I do get tongue tied easily. Editing... I’ve figured out a process that makes it easy for me. Not a smooth motion yet, but getting there.
Uploading to Youtube is a real clock eater. I’ve had to get up close and personal with my computer. Get to know the ins and outs everyone else knows except for me. Tech language, just kicks my ass, 99% of the time I have no idea what the words are telling me. And then the grumpy shows up...
Thanx Jordan Anderson for your help.
Those Youtube influencers.... I highly respect the work they do to do what they do. Amazing quality, and talents.
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TUA 3x02 REACTION
FIVE IS OUT OF THE UNIFORM. HES WEARING CLOTHES HE WANTS TO WEAR. HE LOOKS LIKE A FISHING GRANDPA
VIKTOR MY LOVE. Comes out and moves on to the plot!! So nice mannn
They miss Ben so much they can’t help projecting on grumpy Ben
Five is really enjoying his vacation oh my gosh he’s so excited to go on a roadtrip with Klaus!!! Oh dear he’s gonna be pissed that Klaus is hunting his mother
NO TWINE NO BIRTH MOTHER
The chat between Allison and Viktor was so nice
There’s such love between Five and his family and I love they’ve paired him with Klaus who’s gotta be feeling lonely without Ben
Klaus is Amish???
JFC THE RABBIT
Lmao so many fbombs this ep
FIVE LISTENING TO COUNTRY
Grace my girl what’s your deal
“Why can’t you ever get along with people?!” Lmao Five is sick of Klaus’s shit
Is old guy Harlan????
Allison’s gonna get the trauma monty this season huh?
Why is Luther’s love story so funny?
Also Reggie what’s your deal this season??
#the umbrella academy s3#the umbrella academy spoilers#the umbrella academy#tua spoilers#TUA#tua s3 spoilers#spoilers#TUA 3x02 spoilers#TUA 3x02
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Ok I can finally post my Thoughts about everything that happened ;w;
Under the cut cuz these posts are long af:
- The steps of faith made me incredibly emotional for obvious reasons. But the actual trial was kinda hilarious because I was dead for most of it lmao. I think both our healers were actual sprouts so they had a tough time with the heals (I saw a few others go down and stay down for a while lol)
- Anyway back to the end of the steps of faith. Estinien calling me aibou still makes me feel things (even if he’s desperately asking for death). I am started to grow incredibly fond of alphinaud now, something that struck me as we pulled out nidhogg’s eyes together.
- WHEN YSAYLE’S HAND ENTERED THE FRAME I SQUEALED!
- I was happy enough seeing her but then Haurchie appeared too and I was so close to crying again. I miss them so much., I wish there was a spot for ysayle too where I could visit and tell her what’s going on.
I love you two so much, you don’t eve know ueueueue. Haurchie’s face always makes me feel so incredibly bittersweet, I love him so so so much.
This was pretty cool. I hope nidhogg finds peace.
- Also hey your idea of “destroying” the eyes is to chuck them into the abyss??? WHAT?? Isn’t there a more reliable way??
- Aymeric and Estinien are pretty gay. Understandable. They’re both very hot.
- I CAN SENSE ESTINIEN FACE REVEAL!!! >;3c
- ngl when that cutscene started and alphinaud was crying I honestly though estinien was dead. I was ready to angrily type to my friend for not telling me HE also will die on me. But then he spoke...
- HE’S SO PRETTY WTF, LOOK I HAD ALREADY SEEN HIM IN FANART AND I KNEW HE WAS PRETTY BUT IT HITS DIFFERENT IN-GAME
- ALSO HE SMILES SO MUCH WTF????? MY HEART WAS NOT READY.
SIR WHY ARE YOU SO CUTE???? I love his slightly upward pointing ears...
- At this point I have to say that while I was already thirsty for him, seeing his pretty face has made me many times thirstier. I think it’s the contrast between his grumpy personality and his handsome face with the luscious locks (it looks so impractical but thank you for growing out your hair estinien. Though imo he’d still look hot even his hair was short)
DRAGON GRANDPA SEEING HIS SON HOME IS SO CUTE!!
- wowowowow dinner date with aymeric???? GASP
- he looks so cute in his casual outfit (easier to draw too)
- ofc it has to be interrupted.
- ALISAIE!!!!!
-SHE!!! IS SO CUTE!!!! thankfully not a tsundere (i was very worried about this)
THANK YOU TATARU!!! HER SHOES ARE TERRIBLE!
WAIT THESE AREN’T MUCH BETTER. WTF IS GOING ON AT THE SOLES?? ice-skater alisaie???
- I was about to make the “i’ve known gu bu only for a day...” meme WHEN SOMETHING REALLY DID HAPPEN TO HIM!!!! I AM SO MAD AAAAAAAAAAAAA
-This scene made me emotional (do not look at me hanging out alone in vc, I forgot to leave when the others left)
- URIANGER LOOKING UP AT THE STARS AS HE TALKS ABOUT MOENBRYDA ;;A;; her name means the moon’s bride, right? urianger..... i feel you ;;A;;
- The warriors of darkness feel so found family, I don’t really wanna fight them u_u
-URIANGER FACE+MOTIVATION REVEAL
he’s so dramatic lmao, also wtf when he smiled i started to feel things again. these elezen will be the death of me i swear
- Okay look I was not the biggest fan of minfilia, I thought she was kinda just there.. but this scene really made me emotional ;;;A;;;;
I will miss her :< And that scene with F’lhaminn made me gasp out loud. ;;;A;;;;
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Gonna continue in another post cuz this feels pretty long already xD
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