#Keep from the last time I cleaned the papers off my night stand. Which were in the corner after I sorted them out because I got interrupted
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-𝕌𝕟𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕕-
pairings - wednesday x gn!reader
summary - Wednesday comes to you for advice and guidance with her stalker problem, and finally confesses
warnings - kissing, slight make out, fluff, kinda investigation, wednesday is so hot omg
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It was a peaceful night at Nevermore Academy, not a sound could be heard, except for up in Apollo Hall. The soft ‘swoosh’ of a broom across wooden floors filled the large space as I did the weekly clean of my dorm.
I lived alone, well technically not, as I did have a roommate, but they never stayed here or even bothered to show up at the beginning of the semester, so I assumed that the dorm was mine for the taking. Maximus, my dorm parent, had said that he didn’t mind me having it to myself, but I needed to uphold the promise of keeping it in order just in case a new student comes along.
So here I was, ridding the space of all dust and grime. The faint sound of laughter flowed through my open window, probably coming from down in the quad. There was a late night party for the students who participated in the repair of the school, which was basically everyone. I was invited, but I’d rather be alone with my books than get drunk with the crowd. Everyone was down to do drugs and chug alcohol, which is why I was incredibly surprised to hear a swift knock at my door.
“Coming!” I called, placing the broom back into my supply closet before heading to the door. I opened it, only to be met with someone I would never expect to be at my doorstep.
Wednesday Addams, gloomy and attractive as always.
See, Wednesday and I have only interacted twice, so I was confused why she would be here at my door. The first time we met was at Eugene’s shed; I had gone there to get a jar of honey for my baking escapades, and Wednesday was there looming over a book of some sort. I had said hello, but all I received was a look and a nod.
The second time was with Enid; I was in their dorm helping her decorate a large poster board for her project on giant hawks when Wednesday arrived back from Hummers club. We made eye contact for a solid two-and-a-half seconds before she greeted Enid and went straight to her typewriter.
So for her to be standing in my doorway, arms full of papers and a black display board while her face looked bland as ever, was quite a shock to me.
“Wednesday, Hi.” I said, probably looking like an idiot.
Her eyes scanned my face before trailing down to the black apron I wore for cleaning. Instantly, my skin went red from embarrassment, and I scrambled to take it off.
“Sorry, I was in the middle of sweeping when you knocked.”
“That is fine, having a neat room shows me that you are at least cleaner than most.” Wednesday said, her voice a bit less monotonous than usual. “Can I enter?”
“I…of course!” I stammered, stepping aside so she could walk in.
I shut the door behind her, locked it, and turned to see her inspecting my walls. She moved around the room quite fast, her hand tracing along the ancient wood. Once she seemed satisfied, she placed her things on my bed and got to work setting up her display board.
“Uh, can I help with anything…?” I asked, sliding closer to see what she had.
She shook her head no and grabbed her papers to pin them up on the black panel, which is where I realized they were in fact photos of her. All of them were inconsistent, some with her by herself, others while she was with Enid or Xavier.
“Wednesday what-”
She slapped her hand to my mouth, glaring her dark eyes at me. “Be patient, you will see what I'm getting at.”
I obliged, keeping my eyes on Wednesday as she finished pinning the last of her photos. Once she was satisfied, she clasped my hand and pulled me back to see the full product. Red string trailed from each photo to a paper, which led to the center, a dark blurry figure.
We stared at it for a moment, basking in the silence. In our pause, I registered her hand in mine. Her skin was cold, but not in a repulsive way, it was more refreshing than uncomfortable. I was surprised, especially when her thumb gently traced the back of my hand.
“So, what am I looking at?” I asked, breaking the silence.
She went forward to inspect her work more closely, her hand sliding out of mine in the process. An empty feeling filled the air but I ignored it out of respect.
“Wednesday?” I asked again, coming up next to her.
“It seems that I have acquired a stalker.” She murmured, scratching her chin.
“I see that, but why did you come here?”
“Because I needed a consult.”
“What’s wrong with Enid? Xavier?”
Wednesday’s dark eyes snapped to mine, a glare clouding her face. She stared at me for a good few seconds before looking back at her board.
“Because of that picture.” She stated, pointing at one of her laying on her colorless bed, “I care for Enid and Xavier greatly, but this makes me paranoid.”
I nod, understanding her view, “How would they get a picture of you in your room?”
“A good question, but I'm not sure about the answer.”
“I see.”
Silence, again; Wednesday really likes to analyze, so I used this time to admire her.
One thing about her that I always found interesting about her was her face. While most people would say she is bland and psychotic, I fully disagree. She has always had this effect on me that I couldn’t quite pinpoint until now.
When we would pass in the hallway, I would get giddy and nervous, but as soon as she was gone those feelings diminished. We sit with each other in Creepy Creatures class, and I always get so scared to mess up on a test or choose dumb answers for homework in fear of repulsing her.
“Y/N.”
Wednesday’s voice snapped me out of my daydreaming, causing me to look down to her. Her dark, well-trained eyes searched my Y/E/C ones with curiosity.
“What were you doing?” She asked, peering up at me.
“Nothing! Just thinking about stuff.”
She hummed slowly, still staring at me. “Stuff.”
I nodded sheepishly and smiled, giving a tense shrug.
“Anyways, I had asked if you had any theories on who my despicable stalker could be.”
I thought for a moment, multiple possibilities filling my brain.
“Old family member?” I suggested.
Wednesday studied my face as she seemed to ponder about what I said. “Elaborate.”
I cleared my throat. “Distant relative. Has an issue with your family or you yourself. They want to scare you by taking stalkerish photos of you?”
“No, too easy.”
“How about a current student? Someone who is jealous of you and is trying to distract you from things about to happen?”
She pursed her lip at that one. “Maybe”
“Ooh! Or an old foe!” I said, now being very interested in the issue. “Someone you crossed and maybe have beaten in the past, they are back to scare you!”
I turned to see her slightly grinning at me, her eyes watching my every move. My face heated up and I giggled, scratching the back of my neck.
“Sorry, I love mysteries.”
Wednesday shook her head slightly, giving me an ever so small smirk. “That’s okay, investigating is cute on you.”
“Really?” I said, a blush covering my cheeks.
“Yes, it's terribly annoying.”
“Sorry.”
She scoffed, shaking her head; her eyes met mine with a fiery glaze. She was studying me again, taking in my features so they would have an imprint in her brain. I learned that Wednesday would do that so she could remember who she saw in a day in case of an unfortunate event happening.
“You are incredibly naive.” Wednesday said, tracing her fingers across a photo of her and I in botany class.
I cocked my head to the side in confusion. What did that mean? Was I supposed to pick up on something? Did she ask me another question?
“What do you mean?” I asked with caution.
Her shoulders dropped as her head drooped sadly. Cringing a slight bit, I backed away in fear that I said something wrong.
“I keep throwing signals in your direction but you are to blind to see my attempts; unless I’m just bad at flirting.”
I looked stupid, very stupid. My mouth was hanging open while my eyes squinted in thought.
“You…have a thing for me? Like a crush?”
“Yes, I have gained an attraction to you.” She said, watching for my reaction.
“Oh.”
“Are you disappointed?”
“What? No.”
“Then angry.”
“Wednesday, wait.” I said, shushing her before she started assuming the worst.
She stared, her eyes never leaving mine. Our gaze seemed to create a thin spark between us as we had a silent conversation through facial expressions. My thoughts took a pause when I saw her dark orbs flicker down to my lips, her own parting slightly.
“Can…can I kiss you Y/N?” Wednesday asked tentatively whilst rocking on her feet.
I smiled, reaching out to grab her hands.
“Call me Y/N/N.”
And with that, our lips met in a fiery blaze. Her’s were soft and delicate, yet surprisingly delicious. She tasted sweet like lemonade but with a hint of mint. My hands traveled down to her waist, pulling her closer to me so I could kiss her more properly.
We broke for air, but she dove right back in with a ferocious demeanor. I felt the prodding of her tongue begging for access into my mouth, which I happily accepted. As soon as she got clearance, she set to work exploring every crevice with curiosity. The way her tongue would slide against mine created a bubbly feeling in my stomach, which only grew when she decided to cup my face.
I pulled back, a string of spit dangled between us. Giggling, I wiped it away and planted a soft peck to her cheek.
“Now I can brag that I made out with Wednesday Addams.” I snickered, burying my nose into her neck.
Suddenly, a sharp jab of a fist collided with my stomach, causing me to clutch it in discomfort.
“Tell anyone and I will rip you off at your mid-section.” She stated before pulling me into her for a tight hug.
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#wednesday#adams family#wedneday addams#jenna ortega#jenna ortega x r#jenna ortega x reader#wednesday addams x reader
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you're not santa
i may or may not be having a small (this is a lie) crisis over liam believing in santa this year? i am 90% certain he doesn't actually believe in santa and just said he does because he thinks the cool gifts come from santa. meanwhile i am just trying to get the vibes on if i need two wrapping papers this year or not for the same amount of gifts. so anyways working through the feelings with putting the idiots in the situation as always, enjoy.
rated t | cw: the mildest innuendo | tags: fluff, modern au, married steddie, steddie dads, the magic of christmas is all of it not just santa etc
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"You better be quieter this year," Steve slapped Eddie's still bare ass as he hurried to throw on his Christmas pajamas. "Almost woke Maddy up last year. You're lucky I was standing by the door."
Eddie rolled his eyes fondly. "Well, maybe if you hadn't turned the-"
"Just go!" Steve laughed, throwing a pillow at him with deadly accuracy.
Eddie threw it back at him with a smirk. "When I get back, I'm giving you your present."
"You already did, Eds."
"No, that was just one of them," Eddie rushed to say before leaving their bedroom and quietly closing the door behind him.
Both bedroom doors were closed across the hall, so he quickly made his way down the stairs to the garage, where all the gifts were hiding since Robin dropped them off earlier that day.
But when Eddie opened the garage door and flipped the light switch, a voice startled him into nearly turning and running.
"I knew it!"
Sammy.
Their oldest son had been acting very suspicious of Santa related discussions for months now, and Steve had warned him that he was getting to an age where a lot of his friends probably didn't believe in Santa anymore.
"Sammy, why aren't you in your bed?" Eddie put his hands on his hips, identical to the way Steve stood when he was about to have a very serious conversation with one of their three kids.
"Because I saw Auntie Rob bring in a big bag earlier and you and Dad were trying to keep us distracted. So I looked out here while you were cleaning up dinner and saw all these presents." Sammy was standing with his hands on his hips, a mirror image to Steve in every way down to the same swoop of hair and freckles across his cheeks. "And all of these say from Santa, but Santa wouldn't have even come here yet because he was in London one hour ago and London is at least four hours from here!"
Eddie bit back a laugh at how Sammy tried to explain his way through the Santa gifts being here.
"Can I tell you a secret?" Eddie asked, dropping his arms and sitting down on the ground, gesturing for Sammy to join him.
"I already know Santa isn't real," Sammy said as he sat, sounding absolutely miserable.
"What do you mean Santa isn't real?" Eddie asked, pretending to be shocked at the revelation.
"Really, pops? You're gonna act like Santa is real?" Sammy got the sass from Steve, too. It was both annoying and adorable. "I'm seeing the evidence that he isn't with my own eyes."
"Look, Sammy, can I call you Sammy?" Eddie smiled when Sammy let out a laugh. "Santa as you know him isn't real, you're right. But there is a Santa. He's just so busy and can't do it all in one night, so he has presents delivered early for some people, like you and your brother and sister. But he can't ruin the magic, so he left them at Auntie Rob's house for safekeeping."
It sounded airtight. Any kid who wanted to believe in Santa would definitely believe that.
"Dad. Seriously." Sammy was giving him The Look. "I'm nine years old. I have straight As. I'm not stupid."
Which was something Eddie knew of course. He was endlessly proud of all of his super smart kids who did a million times better in school than he and Steve ever did.
But he didn't think believing in Santa was a sign of a kid not being smart.
"You're smart enough to learn the truth, which is that Santa gives the parents a lot more control than we let you think. Don't you think it would be harder to get Maddy to do her homework if I said 'Dad will take a present away' instead of 'Santa is watching to make sure you do your homework'?"
Sammy looked out at the garage, the clutter of children's outdoors toys and broken Christmas decorations and bulk snacks for lunchboxes scattered around.
"So he just gives you the toys when he thinks we've been good enough for them?" Sammy asked, still sounding unsure.
"Exactly! And he usually delivers them a couple weeks early so we can make sure they're wrapped and ready for tomorrow."
"So why keep it all a secret?"
Damn Sammy for always being two steps ahead of Eddie.
"It's more fun this way! Olivia was so excited to leave out cookies before bed, remember? If we told her this, she wouldn't even get to be excited about Rudolph eating the carrots, right?"
"So Rudolph is...real?"
"Okay, that one might be a lie," Eddie gave in on that to sell the rest of it. That's what you had to do with Sammy.
"So who eats the carrots?"
"I take bites and spit them in the trash. You know I hate carrots."
"Why don't you make Dad do it?" Sammy leaned against Eddie's side, letting out a long yawn. He was probably sitting out here for the last couple of hours waiting. He had to be exhausted.
"Dad did a lot of that stuff when you were really little. For five whole years before we switched."
"So he sleeps while you bring out all the presents?"
Eddie's face went red as he thought about what Steve was probably doing in their room right now.
"Yep! He did a lot of baking and stuff all day today so I let him rest," Eddie wrapped an arm around Sammy as his weight became heavier against him. "I think you should probably get some rest, too. Santa wouldn't want your Christmas morning ruined because you stayed up all night."
"I guess." Sammy yawned again. "Can I sleep on the couch?"
"You know Dad's rule. Bedrooms only on Christmas."
"Yeah, but that was for the secret. Now I know."
"But Maddy and Olivia don't. We have to keep this a secret from them, okay?" Eddie paused when he heard some footsteps directly above them. His brows furrowed.
"Maybe Santa forgot one?" Sammy asked, perking up.
"Maybe. Better get to your bed so he doesn't see that you're awake," Eddie nudged him.
No sooner had the words left his mouth than Sammy was rushing out of the garage and up the stairs to his bedroom.
Eddie looked above him, but no more bumps could be heard.
After setting all the presents under the tree in a mostly organized fashion, Eddie got back to the bedroom, where Steve was fast asleep.
He got into bed carefully, not wanting to wake him up, but Steve's eyes blinked open slowly as he curled up under the comforter.
"Took you too long," Steve whispered.
"Sammy."
"What?" Steve's eyes opened all the way and tears were instantly filling them. "Does he know?"
"Sh," Eddie pulled Steve against his chest and ran his hands through his soft hair. "I'll tell you tomorrow. Sleep, love."
"Eds-"
They heard a small bump on the roof and then silence.
Steve sat up and looked out the bedroom window, then back at Eddie.
"What was that?"
"Must've been Santa," Eddie teased.
Steve rolled his eyes.
They both stayed up for a bit longer to make sure no other noises happened outside, but fell asleep when there was nothing.
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The next morning, all three kids jumped into their bed, yelling about how many presents Santa brought them and how full their stockings were.
Steve and Eddie made their way downstairs, rubbing their eyes as the kids pushed them down on the couch while they started grabbing gifts.
By the end, the kids were so busy playing with new toys, they didn't notice one more present hiding between the fireplace and the tree. Eddie reached over for it, not recognizing the wrapping paper.
"Did Robbie say she was getting them something else?" he asked, holding the gift out to Steve.
"Nope," Steve took it, checked the tag, then handed it back to Eddie with a shrug. "Says it's for you."
Wayne wouldn't be bringing his gifts for everyone over until that afternoon, so who could this one even be from?
He opened it carefully, worried that it was a prank by Steve and the kids. It wouldn't be the first time they managed to pull off a prank gift.
The confusion only increased when he pulled out a small plastic replica of the London Bridge.
"You don't even like London that much. Who got you that?" Steve asked, resting his head on Eddie's shoulder.
"No idea."
Sammy looked up at them over the new book about planets he got and beamed.
"Santa brought you a present!"
Eddie was suddenly reminded of their conversation last night, how Sammy insisted Santa was just in London and couldn't possibly have made it here.
Eddie had seen a lot of weird things in his life, had ignored a lot of them and passed them up to weird coincidence, but this was different.
He set the replica on the table by the couch and wrapped an arm around Steve's shoulders, kissing the top of his head as he leaned further into him.
"Santa?" Steve asked.
"Must've been a good boy this year," Eddie smiled.
"Uh-huh. I'm sure you were," Steve kissed his cheek before turning back to watch their kids playing on the floor.
Maybe Eddie would have to write a letter to Santa next year to thank him for the gift.
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Drunk Confessions (Flufftober 2023 Day 14)
Pairing: keishin ukai x female reader
WC: 678
Warnings: nudity (nothing explicit they shower together), mdni
Summary: you take care of your drunk boyfriend after a night out
Note: ukai is a big ole softie in this so ooc i guess? idc i love him
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It was late at night on a Saturday and you were finishing grading your students’ quizzes when your front doorbell rang, startling you. You carefully padded to the door, not expecting company, and you checked the peephole before furrowing your brows. You opened the door to reveal your boyfriend Keishin Ukai standing there with a lazy grin on his face.
“Did you forget your key again?” You asked, letting him into your shared home. He had gone out with his friends for a drink, and judging by his somewhat clumsy gait, he might’ve drank a bit too much.
When you got the door closed, he wrapped your arms around your middle, bringing you to his chest.
“I wanna cuddle,” He declared.
“Let me finish grading these last few papers and I’m all yours,” You replied, causing him to huff.
“But I missed you,” Ukai pouted at you.
You giggled, “You saw me a few hours ago.”
“I always miss you,” He buried his nose into your hair and inhaled deeply, “You smell so good.”
“Well you need a shower,” You pointed out, wrinkling your nose at the smell of sweat and alcohol.
“Yeah, yeah,” He let go of you and took hold of your hand, “Join me?”
You knew you probably weren’t going to get that grading done tonight, not when he was looking at you with the most prettiest pout. He would probably keep pestering until you said yes.
“Well I guess someone has to make sure you don’t drown,” You agreed with a teasing smile.
And so you led your boyfriend to the bathroom where you quickly got the shower started, finding a comfortable temperature that you both liked. He undressed himself and got in, and you followed suit. You had already taken a shower so you focused solely on getting Ukai cleaned up. You helped him wash his hair, massaging his scalp the way he liked and he left featherlight caresses to your skin as you worked.
It wasn’t sexual, and you didn’t feel an ounce of embarrassment as he gazed at you so lovingly, like you had hung the stars themselves.
“Did you have fun?” You asked as you took a soapy washcloth and ran it over his chest.
He sighed at the feeling and nodded his head.
“I wish you could’ve come,” He said, and you cracked a smile. He was always so open and soft with you when he got like this. It was endearing.
“I’ll go next time,” You promised.
“Promise?”
“Pinky promise,” You held out your pinky to him, and he quickly circled his own around it. He then brought your hand closer to his lips and pressed a kiss to the back of it.
After he rinsed and dried off, you two made your way to the bedroom. He slipped under the cover and patted the space next to him as an invitation to join, which you did so happily.
A comfortable silence fell over you both and for a moment you thought he had already fallen asleep. It wouldn’t shock you, he’s been working hard balancing his time between you, work, and both volleyball team practices. It must be exhausting.
“I can’t wait to marry you,” Ukai mumbled suddenly as he snuggled into you, causing you to blink in surprise.
“You want to marry me?” You repeated curiously. You had been dating for a bit, but this is the first time he’s even introduced the idea of marriage to you.
“Mhm,” He nodded and pressed a sleepy kiss to your neck, “My pretty little wife.”
Your heart fluttered at the confession. Even though he was drunk, you couldn’t help but feel like he meant it.
“And when we have kids, you’re gonna be the best mom.”
Butterflies erupted in your stomach at that. He wanted a family with you too? Before you could let your imagination run wild, your gaze softened as quiet snores finally fell from his lips, signaling he was asleep.
“I can’t wait to marry you too, Keishin,” You whispered back.
And you meant it.
#haikyu x reader#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu fluff#ukai keishin#keishin ukai x reader#keishin ukai#ukai keishin x reader#x reader#fluff#fanfiction#flufftober#kace writes#haikyuu#haikyu
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Don't Blame Me
Pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader (except this is all backstory)
Author’s note: we interrupt your regularly scheduled rockstar!joel content for the LFTL prequel
Summary: September 26, 2003 [5.0k]
Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, talks of food insecurity, outbreak day, canonical type violence, brief brief vague mention of threat from baby daddy, reader being a badass because I said so
“Jane Eloise, let’s go!” You yell through the apartment, struggling to hold your purse, coffee, Jane's backpack and lunchbox, and a file full of paperwork that came home with you last night. You can hear her shuffling things around in her room from where you're standing in the kitchen, already ten minutes late.
"I can't find my backpack!" She shouts.
"I have it! I just need you to get in the car!"
"Oh!" She chirps as she bounds into the kitchen, her light-up shoes sparkling with each step. Her hair is pulled back into a ponytail adorned with bows to keep her hair out of her face throughout the school day, and she's wearing her favorite Fleetwood Mac shirt. You don't even want to know what you look like after rushing around, trying to get both of you ready for the day, but you feel less stressed knowing she doesn't look like she has a mom that doesn't brush her hair. You hand her the backpack and lunch box, fastening the straps over her little shoulders, and make a beeline for the door.
You wave to your neighbor, Ms. Watson, who barely spares you a glance which is strange considering how she almost always says good morning to you and Jane. Maybe she's just having a bad day. Jane buckles herself into her booster seat as you try to balance your coffee on top of your car but end up spilling it all down your arm and the side of your car. You curse under your breath as you shake coffee out of the papers you were holding and search your messy car for napkins or something to clean yourself.
"Are you okay, Mommy?" Jane asks from the backseat, and you do your best to swallow down your stress and frustration to smile at her.
"Yeah, baby, I'm okay. I just spilled my coffee, but it's okay," you say as you give up and climb into the driver's seat. You put the key in the ignition and say a silent prayer for the engine to turn over and actually start. It only takes three tries, but it works. "Ready for school?"
Through the power of speeding and pure spite, Jane gets to school perfectly on time. She kisses you on the cheek as she rushes out of the car, her oversized backpack bouncing as she runs through the door where her teacher awaits her. You wave at Mr. Lowery, who shoots you a thumbs-up and a mouthed "Nice" for getting her to class on time. You laugh and flip him off before driving away. He's a good teacher and always nice to the parents if not a little bit of a flirt to you. You went on one date with him before the school year started and discovered he was Jane's teacher. Since then, neither of you have made any moves which is fine. You can barely explain to Jane why her dad isn't around. There’s no way you could explain why you're dating the first teacher she's ever had. It wouldn't be the best look.
You get to work fifteen minutes late. Again. Your boss shoots you a look you pointedly ignore as you drop the coffee-stained file in his hands and rush over to answer the phone on your desk. Thrillingly, you spend the day digitizing files, scheduling appointments for people who get paid way more than you do, and fielding requests. Something you learned very quickly when you got this job is that everyone who walks through the door wants to flirt with the young secretary to get what they want, but once you deny them and they see the pictures of Jane on your desk, they decide you're a bitch and give up.
However, people seem to be especially reactive today. They're jumpy as they wait by your desk and get pissed when you tell them no or that they have to wait. One guy even got in your face and had to be escorted out by security. You have to stay a whole hour after your shift ends to fill out an incident report and explain your side of the story to your boss, making you late to pick up Jane from her after-school program. The standstill traffic on the highway didn't help your case either. When you pull up to the school, Jane and her after school teacher are sitting on the curb, looking up at the orange sunset.
"Mommy!" Jane screeches as you park and get out of the car. You smile as you crouch down and open your arms to hug her.
"Hi, baby! How was your day?" You ask as you reach out to smooth her hair down. Her ponytail and bows did not last the whole day, and her hair is now frizzy and tangled. She must've had a fun day.
"Good! I got to play checkers with Mr. Lowery at lunch, and guess what?"
"What?"
"I beat him! Twice!" She exclaims, holding up two fingers, and you raise your eyebrows.
"No way! You must be a genius or something!"
"I know!" She says, making you laugh. The after-school teacher clears her throat from behind Jane, and you sigh as you glance between her and Jane.
"Why don't you get buckled in while I talk to Ms. Taylor, okay? Start thinking about what you want for dinner." You say. Jane is already halfway in the car before you can even finish your sentence, and you stand to your full height. Taylor has her arms crossed over her chest, and she looks pissed.
"You're late." She says like you're unaware or making her stay late on purpose.
"I know. I'm sorry. Something happened at work, and I had to stay late to get it sorted out, and traffic was horrible. I think there was an accident or something. The whole freeway was shut down." You say, but Taylor just stares at you.
"You can't keep doing this."
"Doing what?"
"Keeping the after-school teachers late. If it keeps happening, we're gonna have to fine you." She says, and you feel yourself deflate. You look back to make sure Jane's car door is shut, and she can't hear you.
"You know I can't afford to pay a fine. Please, I'm…" you take a deep breath. "I'm doing my best."
"I know you are, but the message isn't coming from me. It's coming from my boss. I'm just letting you know so you can arrange for someone to pick her up on time if you can't."
"I don't have anyone else."
"What about your mom?"
"C'mon, man," you shake your head. "She's not speaking to me, and even if she were, I'm not letting her see Jane."
"There's nobody that can pick her up? What about a neighbor or a coworker or something?" She asks.
"Nobody that I trust enough."
"Look, I'm trying to help you, but you need to be able to help yourself too. I'll cover for you this time but don't let it happen again, okay?" She says, and you nod. You're annoyed that someone you went to high school with, who knew you when you were pregnant, is acting high and mighty because she doesn't have kids. You don't need someone to tell you to trust others. You need her to watch your fucking kid.
"Thanks. It won't happen again." You say as you turn on your heels and walk back to the driver's side door. You both know it absolutely will happen again, but it doesn't matter right now. Right now, you need to get Jane home, feed her dinner, and study after she goes to sleep. The MCATs are coming up, and you can't afford to take it more than once.
There are a lot of things you can't afford even though you work two jobs. You can't afford to get new work shoes even though your old ones are falling apart. You can't afford a new car, even if it's used. Hell, you can barely afford to pay rent these days, but you'll never let Jane know. Every day, she has food in her belly, clothes on her back, and a safe, warm bed to sleep in. It doesn't matter if you go hungry or have to secretly sew up the holes in your clothes. She's the only thing that matters.
Traffic is miserable trying to get back to the apartment, even on the back roads, but you finally manage to get home right as the sun is setting. Jane gets down and immediately looks up, searching for the moon like she does every night. You're pulling your bag over your shoulder when she gasps.
"Mommy, look!" Jane says as she points at the fighter jets soaring through the air with a loud boom. You look up just in time to watch them fly over your head, going somewhere quickly, and you get a sinking feeling in your stomach. You can't place it or understand exactly what you're feeling, but you still usher Jane inside and lock the door behind you.
You make her mac and cheese and hot dogs for dinner. It's easy, cheap, and she loves it, so it's a win for everyone. She tells you about her day as she eats, excitedly telling you playground tales and what sound an F makes. You smile as you listen and ask her questions, clinging to her every word. She's getting so big and smart that sometimes you just want to sit and listen to her talk for hours. After dinner, you run her a bath and read her two bedtime stories before kissing her forehead and tiptoeing to the living room.
You sit on the couch with some mind-numbing reality show playing in the background as you try to study. After the day you've had, the words blur together, and focusing takes more brain power than usual. You make coffee and eat whatever's left of Jane's mac and cheese as it brews. You're able to take notes on pharmacology and start on endocrinology when your TV show suddenly cuts out. On your screen, an emergency screen blares at you, urging you to seek shelter. Your heart jumps to your throat as you hear more jets flying over your apartment building.
You don't know why, but you rush to your closet and take the locked box from your top shelf down. You find the key and unlock it to find the small handgun, ammunition at the bottom, and a hunting knife your ex left in your car years ago. He probably meant it as a threat, but you kept it in case he ever tried to go through with anything. You load the gun and tuck the extra ammo and knife in your pocket before standing and walking to Jane's room. You hide the gun in your waistband as you enter her room and gently but firmly shake her awake.
"Mommy?" She asks as she blinks in the darkness of her room.
"It's okay. Everything's okay. I just need you to wake up and come into the living room with me." You tell her, already searching for a pair of shoes and socks for her.
"Why?"
"Something's going on. I don't know what yet, but it's safer for you to be with me than asleep, okay?" You say. She yawns but complies, letting you slip socks and shoes onto her feet before doing the same. As you walk to the living room, your gun heavy in your jacket, the floor shakes under your feet. More planes fly overhead, and now you can hear sirens and people yelling in the street. You keep Jane close to your body as you try to come up with a plan when someone furiously knocks on your door.
"Help! Please, open the door!" A voice begs from the other side. You push Jane behind you as you pull your gun and keep it low, the way you were taught. The person in the hallway is still banging on your door and screaming for help, but you don't move to open it. Suddenly, there's an inhuman screeching and cries. The knocking stops. The world goes silent. Jane whimpers behind you, and you quickly shush her.
"It's okay, baby. It's okay," you say quietly. You can see the shadow of feet under your door as the knob jiggles. Jiggling turns to fully throwing their body against the wood, desperately attempting to get in, and Jane screams. Your heart pounds as her fear rattles in your ears, and you raise your gun at the door. "Cover your ears!" You order as the door breaks down, and you fire one shot at the mutilated body, trying to hurt you. Through the low light of your apartment, you can see the blood covering his face and the crazed look in his eyes as he goes down, twitching as he bleeds out on your living room floor.
Your ears ring, and you think you hear Jane say something about you killing him, but you can't focus. The only thing you know to do is pick her up and run. It's not safe to stay here. Your best bet would be to get to the back roads and drive until sunrise. Scarily, you hold Jane with one hand and your gun in the other, the juxtaposition enough to make your head spin. She tucks her head into your neck and cries as you leave your apartment to see the carnage left in the hallway. The guy begging for mercy is dead, his blood splattered across the beige walls of your building, and he's not the only one. There's blood and bodies everywhere. You put a hand on the back of Jane's head and push her face closer to you.
"Don't look at anything except Mommy, okay? You stay right there and close your eyes." You say, and she nods into your neck. Another rumbling shakes the building, and you run down the stairs, checking each floor for bodies or whatever the fuck tried to get into your apartment. Distantly, you can hear the same screeching but don't stop long enough to figure out where it's coming from.
When you get outside, there’s smoke and fire everywhere. People are screaming as jets fly overhead. That's the first time you see a bomb being dropped from a military plane on U.S. soil. You freeze as you watch the explosive fall, fall, fall until it hits the ground in a cloud of fire, ash, and blood. They're going to kill you all, and the only thing you have to protect yourself is a handgun and hunting knife. Fear seizes you, and you feel like you could be sick. You think you would've if Jane didn't scream at something behind you.
You're tackled to the ground before you can turn and shoot, and Jane falls out of your arms. Your skin scrapes against the pavement as you fight under the screaming person with no life behind their eyes. They're covered in blood and brain matter, a sight that churns your stomach, and they are clawing at you for leverage. You kick at them as you struggle to reach for your hunting knife, the skin of your palm cutting open on the glass under your body. Jane is crying and calling for you, but her voice gets louder and scarier as she sees something you don't. Something takes over. You've heard stories of people being able to lift cars or rubble when their loved ones are trapped underneath, their air supply rapidly dwindling as they beg for help. They said it was adrenaline. You never believed them until this moment.
The second your fingers graze the hunting knife, you're plunging the blade into the person's skull. A bubbling sound takes over the screaming, and you push the knife further until their body goes limp, and you push them off you, taking your knife with you. You crawl on your stomach to reach for your gun and shoot the person on the other side of the car, the one Jane saw. You don't see where the bullet lands, but you hear the body hit the ground as you take Jane in your arms again. She whines and tries to kick away from you as you open your car door, and you stop to look at her.
"It's me, baby. It's Mommy." You say, but the hot tears are still streaming down her face.
"B… blood! Blood!" She shrieks. You look down and find your shirt, hands, and arms slick with blood. You try to wipe your hands on your pants, but your bloody handprints cling to her clothes and skin. All your breath leaves you in one huff as the past twenty minutes catch up with you. Three people. You killed three people. Jane was in trouble. You're her mother. You did what you had to.
The sound of jets snaps you out of it. You put Jane in the backseat and get in the driver's seat, ignoring the way your hands shake as you try to put the key in the ignition. "C'mon, c'mon, c'mon," you beg as the engine sputters. You turn the key again and again and again, but nothing happens. The plane is getting closer, and you can see people running toward you at the sound of the engine clicking. "Please! Fuck!" You yell, your voice cracking as you press the key harder. A guy jumps on the hood of your car and pounds on the glass, making Jane scream in terror. You see the plane pass over you and yell at Jane to buckle in and cover her head. Finally, the engine turns over right as the bomb explodes, not even a mile away.
Your car shakes as debris flies in all different directions. Blindly, you throw the car in reverse and ignore the crunch of bodies under your wheels. The momentum throws the guy from the hood of your car, and you don't look back as you race in the opposite direction. Your heart pounds as you reach for the radio but hear nothing but static. No radio. No information. No help. Whatever help the military could've been sending is shot to shit. They're more interested in dropping bombs on civilians.
"What's going on? What's wrong with those people?" Jane asks from the backseat, and you look at her in the rearview mirror. She's too small to look this scared. Your fingers twitch to reach for her before remembering you're covered in blood.
"I don't know, but it's gonna be okay. I'm gonna get us somewhere safe."
"Where?" She asks, and you hesitate. There are bombs and those… things all over the city. What if it's like that everywhere? What if nowhere is safe anymore? No, there has to be somewhere. If there's not, you'll make it safe for her. There's no other option.
"I don't know yet," you say as you turn to get to the highway. It's packed, and no one is moving. It's standstill traffic for at least the next ten miles. You take a different way and try to get to the back roads, but those are packed too. There's no way out. Your stomach lurches at the idea of being trapped as bombs fall from the sky with your five-year-old in the backseat and no way to protect her. You look around and see fields to your right. You don't know where they lead or if they'll even take you out of the city, but it's enough to get you away from the death trap of a highway. You cut the wheel and pray your car doesn't fall apart as you drive over the curb and into the field. "What are you doing?" Jane asks frantically.
"Are you buckled?" You ask, glancing back to make sure the seatbelt is pulled across her chest. The car rocks with the uneven terrain of the field, but you're moving. You make it ten miles, maybe twenty, before seeing any signs of people again. Even then, they're all dead. Houses burned down, cars in pieces, and debris everywhere. Still, you find a road and can exhale for the first time since the destruction started.
You're about to turn and sail past the destruction when gunshots ring out. Jane screams, and you turn to avoid whoever is shooting. You curse and reach for your gun in the passenger seat as you speed away. You look back to make sure Jane didn't get hit and find her sitting there, breathing heavily but otherwise unharmed. You make it another two miles before your tire finally uses the last of its air, and you can't keep going. You reload the gun while you're safe in the car, and Jane watches with big eyes. She doesn't say anything as you throw your hair up and clip the magazine back in.
"Ready?" You ask as you meet her eyes. She just nods and climbs into your lap, clinging to your neck, as you get out of the car. You leave the only car you've ever known, the car you used to drive yourself to the hospital when you were in labor, and the car you drove Jane around for the first few years of her life on the side of a country road. You start walking away from the city and the gunshots, her face buried in your shoulder, as you listen for footsteps, screaming, and planes.
The only thing surrounding you is the chirping cicadas and the summer heat suffocating you. You decide to try and find somewhere to hide out until the morning. The light of day will give you an advantage. You can make a plan. You can keep Jane safe in the daylight. You rub her back as twigs crunch under your shoes, but she doesn't acknowledge the movement. You want to cry at how far removed she feels from her body. In the same vein, you're secretly glad that she is. Maybe she won't remember tonight. Maybe that's the best thing. Maybe this will all be a bad dream, and you'll wake up tomorrow in your bed.
"Stop right there!" A voice yells, proving you wrong. You jump and turn to see a soldier in full tactical gear with a gun pointed at you and Jane. You put her down and force her to stay behind you as you raise your hands above your head. "Drop your weapon!" The soldier yells again. It's a woman. You can see her blonde hair in the light of her flashlight, and you nod as you slowly put your gun down in the tall grass. Her gun stays pointed at you as Jane sniffles behind you.
"Mama," she cries, and you shake your head, putting a hand on her head to keep her behind you.
"Be quiet, Janey," you mumble, still staring at the soldier. "I have a kid. We're not… we're not sick like the others," you say, but she doesn't move. The bombs, the exit points being sealed off, the sirens. You realize what's happening. The military is trying to contain everyone within the city so they can kill the sick and whoever else might be. "You don't have to do this. Please."
"I have orders."
"She's five," you say. Jane squirms behind you, but you don't let her move into the line of fire. "She doesn't even know the alphabet yet. Please, don't do this." The soldier's radio crackles with a request for her location, but she doesn't make any move to answer it. Instead, she adjusts her grip on her gun and frowns.
"I'm sorry." She says. You dive, pulling Jane down, and scramble for your gun. Bullets fire over your head, making your ears ring as you blindly reach for the metal and press Jane into your chest. You find the grip, cover Jane's ear with one hand, and shoot until the automatic weapon stops firing. Your head pulses with pain from the ear-splitting gunfire, and your vision swims before you realize Jane is still tucked into your chest. You look down and see her— there are tears dried to her face, and she looks scared as hell, but she seems fine. Until you see blood on her shirt. You immediately sit up to search her for injuries when your arm burns with hot pain. A bullet grazed you. That's where the blood is coming from. She didn't get hurt. You let out a shaky breath as you hug her tightly, clutching her like a lifeline.
"You're bleeding," Jane says, and you nod. You kiss her head and wipe your sudden tears away, the pain, exhaustion, and horror finally catching up with you.
"Don't worry about that. Are you hurt?" You ask, putting your hands on her face to look at her.
"That was really scary." She says. You open your mouth to say something comforting, but the crackling of the now-dead soldier's radio pulls your attention. You look around to make sure you're alone in the field before rushing over and smashing her radio. Blood rolls down your arm as you turn her body to take her backpack full of tactical gear and her gun. Twenty-four hours ago, you'd never even seen a dead body. Now you're stripping one for resources while your daughter watches. You dig through the backpack until you find a first aid kit and unroll enough bandage for your arm. Then, without saying anything, you pick Jane up and start walking again.
You stay in the shadows and don't dare to turn on your flashlight. Instead, you rely on moonlight, but even that's shoddy with all the ash and smoke in the air. You ignore the blistering pain in your arm and the weight of the gear on your back. She is the most important thing you could ever carry. She comes first. You walk until you find an old barn, the door broken open, and the wood slats falling apart. It's probably been abandoned since long before tonight. Still, you set Jane down outside before clearing it, checking for threats as she stands just beyond the door. She's barely tall enough to even reach the door handle. Your heart hurts.
Once everything is secure, you and Jane settle along the back wall of the barn, hidden away from any prying eyes that might come around. She lays on your chest, and you run your hand through her hair as she listens to your heartbeat. Her cheek is smooshed against her hand as she starts losing a fight with her eyelids. You can hear her breathing and the way she jumps a little every time she starts to fall asleep. It's the quietest it's been all day.
"Try to get some sleep, okay?" You say quietly as you kiss her temple. She looks up at you and pushes some hair out of your face. It's her way of returning the favor for playing with her hair. She does it every time you guys snuggle like this. Normally, it makes you smile, but you feel more like crying at how gently she touches your face.
"I wanna go home." She whines.
"I know," you say. "We'll go home soon."
"But not tonight?"
"Not tonight."
"I'm scared." She says. You sit up and hold her face in your hands, barely able to make out her features in the moonlight streaming through the roof. Still, you can feel the fear running through her blood. You can feel her heartbeat against yours.
"I'm not gonna let anything happen to you. Ever. Not tonight, not tomorrow, and not the day after that, okay? I will always be here to protect you, no matter what," you say. "Do you trust me?" You ask, and she nods. She relaxes in your hands and buries her head in your chest again. You rub soothing circles into her back and hum her favorite Janis Joplin song, the vibrations helping her heart rate to even out. When you're pretty sure she's asleep, you reach for your backpack and pull your gun out, keeping it low and pointed at the door as she rests.
"Mommy?" She whispers suddenly, sleep on the edge of her voice, and you look down to see her staring at you.
"What's up, bug?"
"Why did you hurt those people?" She asks, knocking the wind out of you. Quick flashes of gunfire, explosions, and glints of your knife replay in your mind. You can still feel the terror and the adrenaline rolling through your veins. You swear you'll see the dead eyes of the infected for the rest of your life. As you go through your version of events, you keep coming back to how terrified Jane's screams made you. How the strain of her voice awoke something primal and dangerous deep inside you. How you killed without remorse to keep her safe.
If it were just you, you would've let the soldier shoot you, or the infected eat you. But it's not just you. You have her. You fought tooth and nail to bring her into this world, and you'll be damned if you let someone take her away from you. You'll kill anyone and anything before you let someone hurt her. But she's five. She can't process that. You'll be surprised if she can even process tonight because you know you definitely can't. So, you don't tell her any of that. You just kiss her forehead, hold her a little tighter, and flip the safety on your gun.
"Get some sleep."
#when you’re lost in the darkness#look for the light prequel#the last of us#joel miller x reader#joel tlou#the last of us x reader#tlou fic#the last of us hbo
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Eddie’s room
♡ Eddie munson x fem!reader ♡
Summary: It's not exactly the perfect love nest or honeymoon suite but you and Eddie spend a lot of time in his room and before he knows it, everything in it reminds him of you.
Contents / Warnings (18+ MINORS DNI) : f!reader, no Y/N, estabilished relationship, fluff (thoygh metal guy misses his girlfiend), smut, slight sub!eddie, mentions of oral (m rec), hair tugging, handjob, edging (if you squint) p in v sex.
Word count: 858 words
A/N: Hey :) this my first time ever posting a fic or anything i’ve written so any feedback is very welcome, also about the tags and warnings and more technical stuff. Please keep in mind that english is not my first language so i already apologize if there’s any wrong spelling or weird sintax. Enjoy my smutty debut!
Eddie had started to take care of his room a little differently knowing you were regularly coming over: cleaning before, meant getting rid of the visible trash, folding three shirts before eventually shoving the rest of the clean laundry in the closet that barely closed and, of course, tuning and polishing his dear guitar.
Now, he took time to make sure the drawers actually closed, without socks or papers peeking out. He regularly washed his sheets and even mended the pillowcase with the leftover thread he used to sew patches onto his vest.
Despite his efforts the room was still overall messy and a signature mix of smoke, weed, cheap deodorant, now with a hint of laundry detergent, lingered; and you would make sure to let him know.
At the end of a long day or when you came back from a date, late at night you often stand in the doorway saying, “It still stinks in here, Eddie.”But then you plop down on the bed and snuggle up to his pillow, tired and still clothed.
“Stinks of me,” he says untying your shoes and watching you relax instantly, like you were in your own bed, “your favorite”. He smirks and crawls on the bed next to you. This time he’s the big spoon so that he can gently align his nose where your neck meets your shoulder and smell his favorite -not so bad- stink.
In his eyes the bed could as well be yours. To him it was just a place where to sleep or to shove compromising objects under, but now it’s the perfect frame for everything you do in it.
He loves to watch you fall asleep in his bed, to watch you wake up and use the bedsheets to innocently cover up. He loves to watch you get undressed, and get dressed. He loves to talk to you and listen to you after he turns off the light, like kids at a sleepover, or first thing in the morning when is voice is still groggy and you only answer with affirmative and negative noises.
And of course, he loves to fuck you in his – now yours- bed.
Your first time together was in his bed and it left Eddie very pleasantly surprised. Everything you claimed to lack in experience, you made up for in enthusiasm.
Your passion and little tricks left him panting before usual and moaning unexpectedly to even himself.
Nobody had ever kissed sweetly both sides of his hipbones and then the tip of his cock before a blowjob. He watched you with his brown eyes widened thinking you just invented foreplay for the foreplay.
Nobody had ever guided his mouth to gently bite the underside of your boob, just to tug at the root of his hair. It was then when a surprisingly loud moan escaped from his lips.
Nobody had ever run their fingers back and forth over his tip, and then stopped when he started to twitch. He'd never even seen that move in the porn VHS, in which the hand jobs now appeared fake and repetitive.
Nobody ever asked him to put pressure on their lower belly to - even just imagine – feeling the outline and thrusts of his cock inside them. He lasted a total of 12 seconds after putting is hand between your belly button and your mound, before quickly pulling out and replacing it with his cum.
He thinks about how good you make him feel when he’s alone in his bed, about to fall asleep. His cheeks get warm as he tiredly humps his mattress, but instead of reaching in his boxers he instinctively reaches for you on the side of the bed you usually sleep on. He didn't even realize he left it empty for you. His hand meets nothing bust sheets that feel colder than ever. All the warmth flushes from him and he opens his eyes to look around.
The first thing he sees is the big poster of the green skull and Eddie feels like it's looking at him mockingly. He remembers when you got that together on a spontaneous trip out of Hawkins. Now he’s smiling to himself thinking about it.
Then his eyes fall to the fantasy book you annotated for him, then to your sweatshirt, forgotten on his chair, then to the lipstick kiss you left on his mirror the night you came home tipsy from the Hideout, after seeing him play.
Pieces of you are always in his room reminding him of you, but right now that just isn’t enough. Eddie kicks the covers away, looks for the cleanest clothes he can find and runs out of his bedroom hoping you’re still awake. And you are. You are still awake, alone in your bed reaching for Eddie on the side of the bed he usually sleeps on, when you hear him tapping on your window to let him sneak in.
#eddie munson#eddie munson fic#eddie munson fanfiction#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson smut#eddie munson fluff#eddie munson x you#eddie munson stranger things#stranger things#stranger things fic#eddie munson x female reader#stranger things smut#eddie munson imagine
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What about a Yandere love letter for the concept with yan!dad Bruce and Dakota. Yk, in which he’s her biological father? 🥹
Broken Truth: Hello Anon! Thank you for choosing me to write your letter. I am excited to get started on it. I see that you have requested a Platonic Yandere Letter featuring Bruce Wayne and Dakota Blake. I am assuming that you are a fan of their story. Let's get right to it and start weaving words together! I'll add something extra, just to make it more interesting - not just the letter right away; hope you're okay with that.
Dakota had just arrived at the apartment that she shared with her mother, Marissa Blake. Marissa had raised Dakota on her own, with the help of Dakota's aunts and uncles. It was the end of Wild Berry Week at her aunt's bakery, and Dakota had just finished helping to clean up after a long day. Despite her love for helping out at the bakery, this year's event had been particularly stressful, thanks in part to one particular customer - Damian Wayne, the biological son of Bruce Wayne and scion of the Wayne family. Ever since Dakota's hidden trust had come to light, Damian had been causing trouble for Dakota and her family.
A while ago, Dakota found that she was the Eldest and Only Biological Daughter of Bruce Wayne - the product of a one-night stand when Bruce met her mother at some kind of event. Dakota had gone her entire life without her Biological Father and now he suddenly wanted to be a part of her life now that he knew she existed; this annoyed Dakota but Bruce had been keeping his distance while his scion had been coming to the bakery every single day to order large amounts of various muffins. As much as Dakota wanted to deny him business, she knew that the Waynes had money - money that would better fund her family's business so she kept her thoughts to herself. However, today was different: Damian arrived to collect the muffins but this time, he gave Dakota a letter sealed in an envelope stating that it was from their father - Damian said nothing else as he collected the muffins and went on his way.
Dakota arrived at Marissa's house but found that she wasn't home yet and was still at work. Dakota took off her jacket and satchel and placed them on the coat rack. She then pulled out a letter that Bruce had written to her from the right pocket of her jacket. She stared at it for a while before turning on the light at the dining table and taking a seat. Dakota opened the envelope and pulled out the letter. As she read the words written on the paper, anger filled her veins. Her sapphire blue eyes scanned the letter until she finished reading it.
Dear Dakota,
It's been a while since we last met at your Godmother's Cafe. Since then, I have been very busy running Wayne Enterprises, but I finally found time to write this letter. I sent it with Damian when he came to pick up muffins for our employee break room. Everyone here loves your muffins, especially the Blueberry Cheesecake ones; they're always the first to go. I even saw one being used as a prize in a wager between two of my employees, which was quite amusing. But, I digress. The reason I'm writing to you is because I need your full attention, Dakota.
I am your biological father, the one who contributed to your DNA with Marissa. Although I wasn't aware of your existence until you went for a blood test, it doesn't change the fact that you are my daughter and I am your father. It hurts me that I didn't get the chance to know you when you were a child, to watch you take your first steps, or to hear your first words. I heard that your first word was "Dada," but it was said to your Uncle Tobias Blake, which wasn't right. I am your real father, and no one else can take that away from me. Although Tobias might have been there for you, he has no right to wear the mantle of being your father. I wasn't able to be with you, but that's going to change, and I will make sure of it.
I am currently speaking with the Wayne family lawyer about securing a proper room for you at Wayne Manor. I am also planning to fight Marissa for your custody. Despite being of a mature age, you are not yet legally considered an adult. Marissa and the rest of the Blake family have had enough time with you, and it's now our turn to take care of you. I have contacted your school and requested that you transfer to Damian's School. However, they have informed me that I cannot do this since I am not listed as your father in your paperwork. I am working on getting this changed, along with your last name. You are a Wayne, and you should wear this name with pride. The Blake name doesn't hold nearly as much power as the Wayne name.
Once everything is said and done, I want you to take a break from school and work for about a month. In fact, I insist that you quit your job entirely. My daughter, who is also my heiress, shouldn't be working in a café where anyone can just walk in with a weapon and rob. I don't want to lose you like I lost your grandparents. Also, I recently heard that you are dating someone named Marcus Woods. You need to dump him immediately. I will introduce you to someone who is more worthy of someone with your stature. I understand that you might think I am being unfair, but I am just doing what any father would do for his little girl. Your brother Damian thinks that what I am doing is best for you. Speaking of Damian, he is looking forward to having you home. He has planned a lot for your first day at Wayne Manor, and I have never seen him so excited about anything in a long time. Give me about three months, and I'll have everything in place. All I need you to do is dump Marcus Woods and quit your job. If you want a job, I'll get you one at our company. You and Damian are going to run the company someday.
I'll try to make some time to see you so we can talk about all of this, hopefully within the week. Just give your father some time, Little Bat. I'm going to make everything better.
I love you, Dakota. Your father loves you so much. Until we meet again.
~ Signed, Bruce Wayne - Your One and Only Father
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The Last of Us
Warnings; Post apocalyptic world, mention of suicide. Men being predatory.
Words; 1.684K
A/N; Hi guys! I've been watching this show and i loved it so far and i want to take you guys on an adventure! Stay tuned for more. Let me know what you think. :) Smut in the future chapters ;)
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Summary; Ever since childhood you had to survive, you were born before the disease so you kinda remembered what was it like, to have a hot shower, clean food etc. You didn’t know what happened to your parents because they were on a vacation and left you with your grandma who passed away during the chaos. You were 10 when it happened, a child who had to be a woman over night. What happens when you are a brink from killing yourself and find purpose again?
Chapter One- Introduction
‘’Hi sweet cheeks.’’ Y/N had to raise her head to meet the man who addressed her in a vulgar way, it was a soldier, she remembered him. Every week he would bring his uniform for a fixing up, she was a seamstress, that was her job in today’s new community. Her salary was few pieces of papers and it wasn’t enough, and this soldier knew that. She just smiled as usual, took the FEDRA uniform, it was obvious that he ripped that space on his own just to see her, ‘’Will be ready tomorrow.’’ FEDRA soldiers’ things had to be taken care of quickly, it was an unwritten law. ‘’Are you free after work?’’ he asked as if he had a chance, ‘’No, maybe next time.’’ She didn’t want to piss anyone off so she always refused with politeness. She knew what happens to the girls who make a huge scene, ‘’Hey! We’re waiting here.’’ The man behind the soldier said aggressively, the soldier turned to the man, ‘’You know I could arrest you for that right?’’ it was a rhetorical question, the man behind the soldier didn’t say anything more and the soldier left few papers on the table for her as money and left.
The man approached, she recognized him immediately. Him and few others were doing the hardest task here, cremation of the infected people. One could smell the smoke and burnt flesh every single day, from morning to night. Maybe that was one of the reasons why she was nauseated every time she woke up, the man was middle aged, he had a worn out green button up shirt, blue jeans that looked older than her, he had a scarf on his neck it looked dusty and as soon as she realized it was the ashes of people he didn’t say anything and his big hand went to his neck to remove it and put it in his pocket, they were having a nonverbal conversation, she smiled, saddest smile he had ever seen in his entire life. Joel came to this seamstress often because he had old clothes –as did everyone- and he needed to keep them intact not because she had pretty eyes and a gentle manner. It was a rare thing in these days to talk to someone who is gentle and kind, a thing he missed the most…
He placed his old jeans, they were two. Joel noticed her eyes leaving his warm brown ones and to the soldier who was standing at the door of the building, ‘’Does he bother you?’’ Joel found himself utter the question in his mind out loud. It was too late now, ‘’Why do you ask?’’ she asked, because this world was cruel and these days if someone were to offer help they also expected a favor in return, with men, that favor usually was a private event and she didn’t want that, even though he was attractive…
Y/N took the jeans and looked at the places she had to fix, he shrugged his shoulders, ‘’Just wanted to help.’’
‘’I can hold my own.’’ She placed the jeans carefully at the back, his wandering eyes travelled on her body when she stood up, she had a long dress which covered her body but it was an old dress and it was obvious that she grew into it. He didn’t say anything else just left, didn’t forget to look at the name tag of that soldier.
She was a hardworking woman and in order to earn her place in this new society she had to work hard. Under the dim yellow light she kept fixing clothes for hours, till her Y/E/C eyes got blurry and weary, till her hands started to shake. It was late night when she lifted her gaze from that middle aged man’s jeans that she was holding, he seemed nice but she wasn’t sure, this world thought her to be cautious. She finished her job and rubbed her eyes, she could hear the speakers saying something about curfew, she had to be quick to go to her home so she placed the clothes back to the dusty shelves, if she had time she was planning to clean the place but she had to be quick right now. She picked up her backpack and left the shop, her hands were shaking when she was locking up the place because she heard nasty things about what happens when FEDRA soldiers take citizens during curfew.
She threw the keys into her backpack and decided to use the back road to go to her home. Her sneakers were comfortable enough to climb the half broken wall, there was no one, and it was dark. The only source of light was the full moon, she knew it was full moon in Leo, things were intense lately because of it. Her mother and grandmother were into astrology and guided her when she was a child and after the world turned into a huge chaos she was managed to find books about astrology, no one needed books other than wiping their asses but she had a deep thirst for knowledge. She placed her feet to climb the wall when she heard two people talking. She stopped in her movements and focused, two men were talking about something… car battery, and drugs… she wasn’t suppose to be here.
She slowly backed away from the wall and turned, too bad her keys in her backpack made sound, ‘’Wait, someone is here.’’ One of the men said and she ran immediately.
The streets were surrounded by the soldiers, she had to run in the shadows, thankfully she got back to her place before someone saw her. She had to lay on the bed which was placed on the wooden floor to calm her racing heart. Everyday was a struggle, lately she got really bored of things, like she was fed up with the treatment she got, her life and the world’s situation. That ran sparked something in her, a curiosity which died during the night. She thought about suicide many times and those thoughts were occurring a lot more than she wanted. How would she do it? She didn’t have access to medicine so going peacefully wasn’t an option, she thought about jumping from her window, she had no gun so shooting herself also wasn’t an option but she had a lot of knives, and those knives were looking at you from the dusty kitchen counter… she had to clean her place soon. She was proud to say that her flat was the cleanest because she liked keeping things organized and shiny, when her neighbors see her cleaning her floors on her knees they silently judge her but she thinks that even if the world has come to an end there must be some rules to keep a civilized society. Her rules were simple;
Number one, be clean and organized. Always know where things are.
Number two, do not engage in any heated arguments. –she saw a man kill his friend because of disagreement.-
Number three, keep it low, do not attract attention.
Number three was hard to keep because she was a beautiful woman, she got attention from everywhere.
It was almost 3 at night and she had to be awake at 6 so she took off her clothes and slept.
Joel Miller had to be careful walking home, even though the deal he made with that soldier kept him some what safe he couldn’t rely on anyone. He reached his house safe and sound, closed the door silently and poured himself a drink. It was hard for him to sleep so he stood in front of his window and looked at the street, the grass was cracking the roads, the street lamps weren’t working for few days and it gave an almost literary view. His weary brown eyes went to across the street where she stayed. The first time he saw her was when she first transferred here, she was from a QZ where collapsed and there were few survivors, he remembered the day, the doors opened for them, Joel was on a lunch break, it was a sunny day. FEDRA checked them to see if they were infected or not. She was so silent, almost not wanting to attract any attention but it was impossible, he heard two soldiers suggesting disgusting things about her. He rolled his eyes in anger, her hands were in front of her, entwined, head low, eyes fixed on the sand ground. After that first day he kept seeing her, walking back home or leaving, helping elderly, he saw her carrying water to their houses. Whenever Joel heard her soft voice he couldn’t believe it, she was so calm and gentle while speaking that it seemed impossible to him, he even paid attention to caught her say something in anger or even curse but she didn’t she either kept the conversation short with those pervert soldiers or just listen to the person who was talking to her.
Sometimes he would see her getting food from cafeteria, he would unconsciously stand close to her and then realize what he was doing and back off, he didn’t know if she noticed or not but he never liked those men talking to her predatory, all these years he had to suppress his emotions down to survive but whenever he saw her there was this pressure on his chest, as if something is pushing his ribs, he didn’t want to dwell on it and focused on his work, the most devastating and saddest job in the new world. He had nightmares every night, nightmares had variety of scenarios but the theme was the same, death. He already lost his precious daughter and now his brother wasn’t returning his calls, he was hoping for the best but the boney grasp of death was on his thick neck, chocking his words.
He had to get out of here and find his brother before it’s too late but the thought of leaving her behind ate him up at night.
Thank you for reading. :)
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Maybe you could write something with Brain being sleep deprived and uncharacteristically affectionate while Pinky enjoys it but worries and tries putting him to sleep?
Brain grumbled under his breath, piles upon piles of crumpled papers that contained discarded plans for world domination surrounded him, soon to have another one join them as he furiously scribbled out the latest plan he was writing down, snapping the lead off his pencil in the process.
He’d been working since last night’s failed attempt, and now it was well into the morning and he hadn’t slept a wink. His fur was tousled, sticking up this way and that. Brain could practically feel how hefty his eye bags were, and by the dark circles they made around his eyes it didn’t look any better either.
“No, no, this plan will meet failure almost immediately! What could I possibly have been thinking?!”
Brain swiftly crumpled up the paper between his paws, the crinkling sound it made only irritating him more, growling as he threw it behind his head along with the broken pencil.
“OW! Haha, NARF!”
Brain’s ear perked up, looking behind his shoulders to find Pinky standing behind him, giggling as he rubbed his head where the pencil must have hit him, a dizzy set of stars circling his head before he shook his head to get rid of him.
“Whooo, that’s quite a throw you got there, Brain! Got me good!”
Pinky’s giggling soon died down to a simple smile, which itself soon thinned into a line of worry, taking in the litter of crumpled papers all around the two of them, and the terrible state that Brain was in.
“Egad, Brain… don’t you know how to clean up after yourself? Poit.” He murmured, stepping closer towards the shorter mouse and lightly kicking a discarded plan out of his way. “Not to mention those nasty dark circles around your eyes! You look like you haven’t slept a wink!”
When he said that, Pinky had leaned down to press one of his paws against Brain’s cheek, lightly rubbing his thumb under his eye, examining his heavy eye bags with an expression of concern.
“I’m more than capable of cleaning after myself, Pinky. It’s just that at this current moment I’m choosing not to waste my time with such meaningless tasks so I can keep my focus solely on perfecting my latest plan for world… domination…”
Brain’s words had started off angry and defensive, but soon they faded into a soft murmur, the warmth of Pinky’s paw caressing his cheek so gently, not to mention the way this thumb tenderly brushed just under his eye. He couldn’t help as his head leaned further into Pinky’s touch, a blissful sigh escaping his lips.
Pinky’s heart skipped a beat, the way Brain so easily melted against his paw, and that soft sigh that he’d expressed. “Gee, Brain. Are you feeling all okay inside that big ol’ head of yours??”
Brain hummed, looking up to that tired eyes met worried ones, and Brain chuckled softly, though it came across more as a sharp exhale, as he processed what Pinky just asked him
“Oh, I’m more than alright, my dear Pinky. How could I possibly not be when I have the most exceptional partner to help me with my plans? Not to mention just how… strangely alluring you appear to be right now.” .
“Zort!” Pinky exclaimed, his cheeks glowing a faint red at Brain’s unusually flirtatious words, taking his hand back from against the latter’s cheek, a timid whine coming from Brain in response. “Aww, well I have been working on my cardio! Of course, I do need to get plenty of rest after all of that. Hint hint nudge nudge, Brain. NARF!”
Brain seemed to ignore Pinky’s obvious attempt to try and persuade him to get some much needed rest, and instead he threw his arms around Pinky’s waist, holding him close.
A soft gasp bubbled in and out of Pinky’s throat, the gesture of Brain being the one to initiate a hug between the two of them was one that although unfamiliar to him, it was more than welcome. His entire fur tingled and stood up, and his body only increased in warmth once Brain nuzzled his cheek against his stomach, emitting a small, needy whine.
“Pinky… promise me you’ll stay with me even when I succeed in my plan for world conquest. There’s no one else I’d rather choose to rule this pitiful world by my side... Or at least stay by my side until I manage to think up a plan for tonight that isn’t utterly ridiculous.”
Pinky smiled, bending down to plant a soft kiss atop Brain’s head. Although Brain’s words were low and tired, the way he whispered them, sounding so vulnerable, and the way he buried his face into his chest, Pinky just knew there had to be some truth to them.
“I promise, Brain! TROZ! For the first part at least, I can’t let you go another moment without getting some sleep! I mean, egad, your fur is in tangles!”
Brain muttered something under his breath, but made no protest when Pinky effortlessly picked him up off the ground, hugging him tightly and carrying him back over to their shared sponge bed.
He sighed, eyes fluttering closed and ears pinning back in relaxation, the gift of sleep already beginning to creep into him just by being in the comfort of Pinky’s arms.
“I… sincerely appreciate everything you do for me, Pinky.”
The taller mouse’s mouth upturned at the corners, his voice kind and soothing.
“I love you too, Brain.”
#brinky#pinky and the brain#pinky x brain#patb#animaniacs#pinky patb#brain patb#im sorry if this one is kinda short!! iwanted to keep it short and sweet
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WIP Wednesday
Thank you very much for the tag, @anewkindofme! 💙
It was a bit of a tough decision to make on which of my thousands of WIPs to choose from lmao, but here's a sneak peek of the next installment of A Bright Life:
A worried frown marred Gil's face as he watched Malcolm from his office window.
The consultant sat at his desk, working on the last of his paperwork from the Tatiana case, and looking far more exhausted than what was normal for Malcolm. If Gil were being honest with himself, the kid looked terrible. His usually lively, shimmering blue eyes were dull and glazed over, and if the pink flush on his cheeks and the light sheen of sweat that clung to his forehead was anything to go by, he was likely suffering from a fever. It also didn't escape Gil's notice how Malcolm would grimace in obvious pain whenever he put too much pressure on the palm of his bandaged hand. When Gil had asked him about it, Malcolm just said he accidentally cut himself on some broken glass and (like always) had refused to elaborate any further than that. It was unfortunately becoming abundantly clear to Gil that Malcolm may have not been caring for the wound in the way he should have been.
Gil peered down at his watch to check the time. They still had two hours of their shift left to go, but Gil had already gotten done with his paperwork, and he highly doubted Malcolm was even going to have enough energy or strength to finish his own. There wouldn't be any harm in leaving a couple of hours early.
With his mind made up, Gil gathered his paperwork into a neat stack before pushing himself away from his desk and standing. He grabbed his long, grey coat from where it hung on the back of his chair and slid it on. The lieutenant then picked up the stack of papers before snagging his son's own coat off the couch on his way towards the door. However, when he opened it, he was met by one of his detectives–who wore a worried expression similar to his own.
"Hey, Dani," he greeted. "I was just going to go drag Malcolm away from his desk and head out a bit early for the night. Did you need something, though?"
"Well, he's actually what I came to talk to you about. JT was going to go on a coffee run, so I went to go ask Bright if he wanted anything, but before I could even get close enough to ask, he bolted towards the bathrooms."
Gil turned his head to look through the blinds of the window once more. Sure enough, Malcolm was nowhere in sight.
"He really didn't look well, Gil. He hasn't all evening." Dani sighed. "I'm worried. He looked fine this morning, but it's like a switch flipped once the sun went down, and he suddenly looked like death rolled over."
Gil looked back at her and said, "Yeah, I noticed that, too. I'm pretty sure he's had a fever since the nightclub."
The kid may have been able to act like everything was fine during Joey and Axel's arrest–like he wasn't overheating in his coat and swaying on his feet after the fact–but Gil knew better. There was almost nothing his son could hide from him, especially when it came to his health.
"He did look pretty sweaty after we got back. And the temp outside isn't exactly scorching."
"I have a feeling he hasn't been taking proper care of that cut on his hand and now might have an infection. It would definitely explain the fever and what I'm not assuming the nausea." Gil exhaled a deep, heavy sigh. "I thought about just taking him back home with me and cleaning his cut myself and giving him some ibuprofen, but I'm starting to think a trip to Urgent Care would be a safer bet."
"Here, let me take those for you–" Dani gestured for him to hand over the stack of papers in the crook of his arm, which he gladly did–"Go take care of Bright."
"Thank you." Gil gave her a small but grateful smile. "I promise I'll keep you posted on his condition," he added, already knowing the answer to the question she didn't voice out loud.
"I would appreciate that. Thanks," she replied, returning his smile before turning and walking away to turn his reports in.
Gil quickly made his way in the opposite direction of the men's room, trying not let his mind conjure up worse case scenarios of what he might find when he got there. No matter what condition or state of mind he found his kid in, Gil had to keep a level head and not allow his worries to pull him from the here and now.
Without a second of hesitation, the lieutenant pushed the bathroom door in once he finally arrived. He looked over at the stalls, gaze immediately zoning in on the only stall door that was partially closed. Setting his son's coat down on a dry section of the sink's counter, Gil walked over to the stall.
"Malcolm?" Gil softly called out as he drew closer, not wanting to startle the younger man or make him think he was someone else.
The only response he received was a groan from inside the stall.
Tagging (if ya wanna): @angelique-of-the-volturi-guard, @thegoeticcleric and @snarkythewoecrow
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“Behind the Representative” (Original) [IV]
Note: This story takes place directly after the events of "One Bite". Please read that first before reading this to not be confused! Enjoy!
Word Count: 1,537
There are two types of dating experiences: the ones you can’t remember and the ones you wish you could forget.
I don’t have enough fingers on either hand that could count how many dates I’ve had over the years that either ended in slumber or disaster, but fortunately, last night couldn’t have gone better. The food was great, the conversations were great. Hell, Maya was great.
… Maya was great.
… Maya…
I pulled my phone from my pocket to look at the screen.
No notifications.
It’s fine, Will, I thought, she’s probably just busy. She did say she had to work today. There’s no rush, she’ll reach out eventually.
To distract myself from the negative conclusions I was ready to draw, I paced to my room and underhand tossed my phone onto my bed before heading over to the kitchen.
“Alright, what to do, what to do,” I muttered as I overanalyzed every inch of the kitchen trying to find at least one mundane task to keep my mind off my phone.
And then I saw it.
There was a small coffee stain, desperately trying to hide from my gaze underneath the microwave. I walked closer to find that it had dried and left behind a sticky concoction of grounded coffee, sugar, and milk. It had probably been there for at least a day or so, perhaps from me trying to heat up a cup that had lost its warmth.
"I should probably clean that before ants get to it," I convinced myself as I opened one of the kitchen vanity doors to retrieve a bottle of all-purpose cleaner and a roll of paper towels. I retraced my steps back to the microwave and aimed the sprayer directly at the stain before squeezing down the trigger a few times to dilute it with the cleaner. After a few seconds of letting it sit, I ripped a sheet from the paper towel roll and started wiping the cleaner and coffee mixture off the counter. I balled up the dirty paper towel sheet and flicked it into the nearby trash can.
That... really didn't take that much time like I would've wanted it to, I thought.
The good news was that I prevented a potential infestation in my kitchen. The bad news was that it only took me less than a minute, which meant that receiving a text from Maya in that timeframe was highly unlikely. I started scratching my chin as I turned my gaze from the kitchen to the living room, again searching for a task that would be straightforward but time-consuming.
As I left the kitchen, I felt a crunch underneath my foot. I lifted my leg to see the remains of a crushed potato chip on the carpet.
"I should probably get that up before a roach finds it," I said aloud as I headed over to the living room closet and swung the door open before pulling out the vacuum cleaner. I loosened the cord from the side of the unit before plugging it in and powering it on. The quiet ambience of the apartment was quickly filled with the mechanical shriek of high-pitched sucking. I walked the vacuum over the crumbs from the crushed potato chip and pushed and pulled before they traveled into the guts of the unit.
"I... may as well just vacuum the whole carpet," I sighed as I started guiding the vacuum over every inch of the carpet in the living room - and I mean every inch. From around the television stand to underneath the couch, I made it my mission to eradicate every dust bunny and whatever happened to be hiding deep within the carpet of my home. Once the vacuum was filled with all I could find, I powered it off before detaching the dust bin and emptying the contents in the trash can. I reattached it back to the unit before tying up the cord and placing it back into the closet.
Alright, that should've been plenty of time, I thought with a grin as I quickly jogged to my room and grabbing my phone from the bed. I unlocked the screen.
No notifications.
Frustrated, I sighed deeply and fell back into the bed.
I'm not the type of guy to expect a wake-up text first thing in the morning, but it felt peculiar to not have gotten a single message from Maya when it was almost 1 in the afternoon. Surely, she would've texted me when she was free like she said, right?
Unless I disappointed her last night.
Almost immediately, I started assuming the worst. What if she actually didn't like the date and was trying to be nice? What if she met someone else between last night and today?
What if something happened to her?
I immediately shook my head and chuckled for even humoring such a thought.
Realistically, she was probably so busy that she didn't have enough time to shoot even the simplest text. After all, I never did ask her what she did for a living. She could be a cashier being swamped by self-entitled customers trying to grocery shop for the week or maybe she's a chef at some restaurant that serves brunch unironically.
Maybe I just need to be patient, I thought.
To take my mind off the impending text, I started to ponder what the second date would be like. Would we go to another restaurant? Would we go to the aquarium or an amusement park? How exactly would we top the first one, if I could even call it that?
Then it dawned on me: no one ever talks about the difficulties of the second date. Most people struggle so hard these days to find a potential partner that they think that the first date is unattainable. The reality is that it pales in comparison to the follow-up, much like the anticipated sequel to a successful film. Going on the first date is basically two saps trying to appeal to one another in some fashion. They're essentially introducing each other to their carefully crafted caricatures, their representatives who exist solely to sell them as being fantastic partners for the rest of their lives, and all is well for the night.
But then the second date comes around. The want to out-do the first meeting slowly becomes a need, the difficulty to decide the next destination increases steadily, and it becomes apparent that the representatives can't stick around forever. Eventually, the people behind the representatives have to come forward and introduce themselves to each other. From there, it either evolves into a spark that jumpstarts a relationship or the peak of a temporary meet-up that inevitably never amounts to anything but.
Was that us? Did I get to know Maya or the woman representing her?
Was I me... or my representative?
Then I remembered it: choking on the cigarette and being laughed at, the demeaning texts, the moment where we used the competitive eater technique to eat the flat wings, and the Maya star...
If we did have representatives, they didn't sell us as being clean, polite, and well-mannered; they painted us as being messy, playful, and quick to take the piss out of each other.
They sold us as genuine human beings.
I felt a vibration in my hand.
My phone.
I quickly unlocked the screen.
A text from Maya:
"I don't know if you're awake at this time, but when you wake up, I want you to know that I really enjoyed last night. We definitely need to have another meetup soon. 💕"
It was as if she had read my mind. For her to send this as I was contemplating whether or not I had screwed up felt like divine intervention. I was in utter dis-
Another text quickly appeared.
"You wanna guess who the dumbass was that forgot to hit 'Send' this morning before she left the house? 💀💀💀"
I chuckled at the thought of realizing that she forgot to send her morning text.
Wait, she sent me a morning text, I thought.
I started typing:
"Well, it can't be the girl I was eating wings with last night. She's super smart. 🤣"
Maya responded:
"Kiss my ass. 😭🤣"
I quickly responded:
"Isn't that what the second date's for? 👀🤣"
Oh, my God, I really just said that, I thought as I could feel my hands start to tremble and my heart rate skyrocketing. We hadn't gotten to the second date yet and I already started making suggestive comments. What if she ignores the message? What if she never talks to me again?
Maya texted back:
"If it goes well, you might be able to and then some. 🤭"
I gulped.
Trying to ignore the lustful thoughts that quickly clouded my head, I responded:
"Let me know when you're off from work and we'll figure out the next destination. 😌"
Maya replied:
"Sounds good to me. 😙"
And like that, my day immediately got better. I completed some productive tasks, I had gotten the text I waited for, I successfully flirted without being a creep, and I managed to land a second date.
Now, then... where should our second date be?
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Heat Waves- Rafe Cameron
A/N: This IS a repost from a request I got on my old blog. I hope this is enough for you guys for tonight so I can work on getting some new stuff done and queued up before I leave on vacation. Enjoy!
Sometimes, all I think about is you
Late nights in the middle of June
Heat waves been faking me out
Can't make you happier now
Usually heat waves in North Carolina don’t come around until July, but this year we had a massive heat wave in mid-June which is very out of character. Rafe was laying on his bed in only his boxers since it was so hot. The air conditioning was having a really hard time keeping up. He was going to go to the beach but it’s 2 in the morning and he has no motivation to get up. You two had gotten in a massive fight. All he wanted was to apologize but you had told him you needed time. All Rafe can keep thinking, is that you’re off with someone else having the time of your life. He never felt like he was good enough for you to begin with, but by some miracle, you chose him.
Usually I put somethin' on TV
So we never think about you and me
But today I see our reflections clearly
In Hollywood, layin' on the screen
You just need a better life than this
You need somethin' I can never give
Rafe decided to put on a movie to distract him from you. Of course, the first thing that came on when he turned on the TV was the Titanic. Usually he didn’t really care for the movie and would change the channel. But when he saw the main character, Rose, running off with Jack instead of her husband Cal, all he can picture is you running off with your old best friend, JJ. He knows that at one point, you did have a crush on JJ before you guys had gotten together. All he could think was, “at least JJ is stable. He doesn’t do drugs, he hasn’t ever killed anyone, he’s a Pogue -but obviously there’s something there if she liked him. Maybe she’d be happier is I just left her alone.” Rafe couldn’t stop picturing you and JJ as the main characters and it broke him heart.
You can't fight it, you can't breathe
You say somethin' so lovin', but
Now I gotta let you go
You'll be better off in someone new
I don't wanna be alone
You know it hurts me too
You look so broken when you cry
One more and then I'll say goodbye
You were woken up to a knock on his door a few hours later. “Hey..” he said. “Listen, I’m sorry for getting so mad earlier. I love you, and I know I shouldn’t have over reacted.” you said. You were looking down at your hands playing with the rings on your fingers. “It’s okay baby. I get it. Me hanging out with Barry stresses you out. And I know I broke my promise to you about staying clean.” he replied. He sat on the bed while speaking to you, turning toward you to give you his full undivided attention. “Rafe it’s okay. How about we go to a meeting together tomorrow so we can get you some help.” Rafe just nodded and motions for you to come closer to him. You stand and walk toward him, and you situate yourself between his legs. He leans up and kisses you. “Listen babe... we need to talk..” Rafe said. You just shake your head and kiss him again, “I know what you’re going to say. Can we just be together one last time, please?”
I just wonder what you're dreamin' of
When you sleep and smile so comfortable
I just wish that I could give you that
That look that's perfectly un-sad
Rafe woke up early the next morning because he knew what he had to do. He looked down at you and saw you tangled in the sheets with your hair slightly in your face. He reached over and brushed the hair behind your ear. He saw you lightly smile at that as you slept. You looked so peaceful and happy and he hoped you were dreaming of the good times between the two of you. He knew that the smile would drop off of your face when you woke up so he slowly untangled the two of you from each other. He walked to desk for pen and paper and began to write. When you woke up, Rafe was gone but there was a note with your name on it in his place. You slowly read the note and it brought tears to your eyes. You finally let the tears fall at the end of the letter. “I’m so sorry. I know that with my issues, there was no way that I would be able to make you happy. I wasn’t sure about my decision until last night. You deserve a better partner than me. Financially, I can give you everything you want. Emotionally though, I can’t. I’m sorry. I still love you, but I can’t be with you.” You immediately dropped to the floor in tears. You fell asleep at some point because you woke up to someone shaking you awake. “...Y/N! Are you okay?” you heard. You opened your eyes to look at the stranger. “JJ? What are you doing here?” you asked. “You weren’t answering my texts. I got worried that something happened. I know Rafe was high at the party last night... I was afraid he did something to you...” he said nervously. You told JJ what happened and he vowed to stay to cheer you up until he saw that big, beautiful smile on your face again.
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it was saturday night and the hockey team was throwing a party, but gabe had been sick all week and was in no shape to go to a party.
amelia on the other hand had been looking forward to it all week, so gabe had no problem assuring her she could go and made sure to tell the guys to look after her.
he made them promise to keep a sharp eye on her and to call him if anything happened. they all promised to look after meels and make sure nothing would happen.
amelia was hesitant to go without gabe, but she trusted his teammates and knew she would be fine without him.
after only an hour, the party was packed. amelia had been hanging out with the girlfriends all night. normally she split her time between the girlfriends and gabe, with a bit more of it going to gabe, but tonight all she had were her girls (and she was completely fine with that).
everything was fine for a while, until it wasn't.
amelia was standing in the kitchen chatting with drew, when some drunk guy stumbled by her and spilled his drink
all. over. amelia.
and with her luck, she was wearing a white top tonight.
amelia gasped as the cold liquid hit her tank top and bare skin, and drew immediately pushed the guy who spilled it.
"you dick! you just got beer all over her!"
the guy put his hands up in defense, saying "my bad man! total accident. here, i'll fix it."
the guy reached over and grabbed some paper towels before wrapping an arm around amelias waist and pulling her into him, trying to wipe the beer off of her.
"uh uh, no way. get away from her." drew said, prying the guy, who now had a huge smirk plastered on his face, off of amelia.
"chilll, you made a big deal out of me messing up her top. now i'm just trying to be a gentleman and clean the pretty lady up, and you're bitchin about that too!" the guy slurred.
drew was 2 second away from punching this guy in his face, when will came up behind them. "what's going on?"
drew turned to will and was about to say something when amelia spoke up. "i want gabe." she said, and when will and drew looked over at her, she looked like she was on the brink of tears.
drew looks back at will and says, "call gabe, now. i'm going to get her cleaned up and then i'm taking her to our place." (gabe, drew and will are roommates)
will agreed and drew gave the drunk guy one final shove out of the kitchen before he helped amelia clean more beer off of her.
"what a disaster." she said as drew threw paper towels away.
"yeah. i'm sorry meely, i don't think we're gonna be able to save your top." drew said with a frown.
amelia gave him a tight lipped smile and said, "it's alright. it's replaceable." she looked down before speaking again. "i just wanna be with gabe." she whispered the last part.
drew nodded before putting an arm around her shoulder and saying, "i know. let's go find will."
when the two found will he was just hanging up the phone.
"get ahold of gabe?" drew asked.
will nodded and said, "yeah, he said he wants meely home right now."
drew nodded and said, "okay, i'm taking her now. i'll see you later at home."
drew was dd tonight, so he and amelia got into his car and he drove her to he and gabes apartment.
as soon as he pulled up, gabe was out the front door and walking to the passenger side of the car.
he opened amelias door for her and scooped her out. she immediately clung to him, wrapping her arms around his neck and legs around his waist.
"thanks man, i really appreciate it" gabe said as he looked over at drew, giving him a head nod.
"we'll talk in the morning." drew responded, to which gabe nodded his head and took amelia inside.
once they were in his room, he gently placed her on his bed and kissed her head.
"i'll get you a clean shirt baby." gabe said, going over to his dresser and pulling out a shirt for amelia to wear.
she mumbled a thanks before pulling her damp top over her head, tossing it aside and pulling gabes t shirt on. she also discarded her jeans and opted to just sleep in her underwear and gabes shirt.
she looked up at gabe, who was still standing, with sad eyes and a quivering lip before holding her arms out to him.
he scooped her back up before laying down on his back and keeping amelia on top of him.
he rubbed her back up and down as he said, "i'm so sorry i wasn't there tonight."
amelia kisses his chest and responded, "it's okay. drew took care of me and you're here now. it's all okay."
they laid in silence for a few minutes before gabe broke it.
"the one time i can't attend a party you get a shirt full of beer and some creep trying to clean you up."
amelia lightly laughs at his comment.
"next time, i'll opt to just stay home and take care of your sickness."
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Mofida, young religious boys, caretakers 8.11.2023
.11.1023 Last night my friend. Mofida , from Hebron wrote about that is happening with them and how Hebron is completely closed in and I was worried if she had food and phoned a driver I know. He is a Palestinian and I thought he could bring her food. But he too is scared to go in in case he should not be able to get out again. I do not know how to help her. It is dangerous for me to go in with him, dangerous also for him to be seen with me, dangerous for the family if I come with him and he too is scared. They are not allowed to pick their olives. This year they will have nothing to bring them in money. And in the meantime the settlers under the guard of the soldiers are stealing olives when they are not burning the trees.
Today one thing happened which gave me some hope for our people. I had gone to my cosmetician and was drinking from a bottle which with my usual delicacy I managed to knock over on the floor of Cinema City. I was so embarrassed and did not know what to know.Suddenly three young religious boys came rushing with papers and cleaned the floor up and another young woman came rushing to ask if I would like her to bring me another bottle. But I said no and then, after the young men had finished mopping up, also asked me if I would like another bottle and I said no. But when I was sitting at my cosmetician ....which has never helped me but at least has kept the hair off my face....they came along all four of them and brought me another bottle. Because I am never with it as I should be. I should have photographed the m to send to their parents but this is what happened and is my gleam of light in these horrible days.
Then I managed to go to the gathering at the Knesset to support the families of the kidnapped at the Knesset. I was already upset going there. I actually took a taxi twice along the way as I wanted to get there in time and, on the way, I saw no people going up with flags and posters as usual. When I got there I was so upset to see that there were very few people. Normally I have to stay on the outskirts as there are too many people and this time I got to the very front of the gathering. The stories were terrible. Hours of fear in the safe rooms. Eight children tied together, killed and their heads cut off. One friend at Arabic told me that she was invited to see the video and after 10 minutes had to leave and she cannot get the pictures out of her head. Maybe by the time that I left there were more people on the other side. One of the women asked Netanyahu how he would feel if it were his child or grandchild kidnapped. Why even to ask that piece of shit that when his sons skulk overseas. And when he and his cohort, Herzog have not attended one funeral or visited one family. Sorry if I keep repeating myself. And the one picture which refers to the four who have been in captivity for so long.....do not leave them alone.
And read the PDF how Netanyahu is trying to silence the voices of the left. Everywhere I hear people cursing us and saying that the left and the pilots who refused service are to blame for the attack of the Hamas. Are we to blame for the blindness of this rotten government? In the meantime once the war started no pilot refused service. And again how he has the cheek to say that we are the cause when his sons sit so comfortably overseas.
At Arabic we were told how trucks which usually carry met have been used to carry bodies and 100s of body parts whcih have to be identified.
They just phoned from the university...it is8.11.2023....to ask how I was and I said that to me Netanyahu is just like Hamas as he also cares nothing about what it happening to his people. Someone should look for his two sons overseas and tell them how disgusting they are.
Last night I saw a bunch of our carers standing together and I went and told them how grateful I am that they have stayed with the ladies they look after.
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Dream journal, prior dreams to 10/11/23.
7/29/23
Dreamt I was at this big party at Nan and pap's but not their real house. Anyway a bunch of people I didn't know were there including some people for OpChan. The pary is fun and eventually most people go home so I'm still there cleaning up. I find Hendrix has bitten one of his claws off so I take him inside and get some paper towel cleaning off the blood and tell him to relax. Eventually as I'm walking around outside one guy I overhear is waiting for his wife to bring something. He's really upset so I give him a $2 bill from my wallet. He gives me a hug and says thanks, then I head a burning noise and he's beating up heroine on my shoulder to snort. For a second I'm shocked just that it's happening and he tells me it's cool and relax he just needs a bump. I pull back and get just enough space to wind up and punch him right in the face as hard as I can manage. Then Biff, who physically resembles a professional wrestler, flattens him. Fin.
8/3/23
Dreamt I was back in school. For some reason my sister was in the same class. It was laid out weird with students facing each other. Anyway the teacher was just walking around the room because class hadn't started yet. Someone said something about my sister's jacket, then another person pulled one of those one piece motorcycle suits out of the closet and I was thinking how much I'd like one. We all had big travel mugs (all without lids for some reason) full of pop - mine was Coca Cola.
8/5/23
I'm going through this big massive and I mean huge hospital that's also a theme park. I was there as a patient or something when I tan into Logan. He was also being discharged so we hung out. We eventually start walking around and we've gotta get past this big roller coaster. We think of just walking along the tracks but there's a section where they bend and we realize we couldn't get past that pet so we get down and go under. I realize that a bunch of people are losing their phones off the coaster and joke that you could make a decent living scrounging cell phones from here and re selling them. As I crawl around I find an Alton helmet and a Makarov too. Soon after logan walks away and I'm standing down the room as a black guy (looked like zeb c from work but wasn't him in the dream) comes around the corner. He asks me soemtning and pulls a gun and I return fire. We miss all our shots so I close knowing I've only got the one mag. I fire five shots point blank, all of which bounce off him (I knew this was a thing that could happen for some reason, like I was in a video game). I start running when he pulls an electric corded drill that's plugged into nothing but still works. I put on my Alton helmet and start running when I see an unloaded SKS. I grab it as I run and turn around and stick him with the bayonet but he's still coming. I get under a section of rollercoaster and use it like a wall as he keeps coming after me and I stab at him from under it. He produces an axe or machete and I dodge his swings as I keep stabbing. I'm yelling for Logan but he's long gone just walked away. Prior to this I was making some chicken sandwiches at home but home was sort of circular - like the rooms were all in a line around something. Like the outside of a spinning top toy. The fighting part was very tarkov like I guess?
8/20/23
awoke from a nightmare in the first time in I can't remember when. I was working at some fast food joint. I was helping in the dishwashing for some reason or something like that when some people arrived. One of them, a woman, kept making weird comments like she was gonna do something bad to me. Eventually she does that thing cops do where they put like one arm behind your back and keeps firmly telling me to "mix with the floor" while she's trying to push me down to make me part of the floor. Woke up with an actual "aah!" Prior in this dream I saw a friend I hadn't seen in a while (he moved).
8/22/23
Last night I dreamt that I was talking with some people (I can't remember where - I think it was a classroom) and I said that most people shouldn't climb Mount Everest, and that because it's such an exceptional mountain, only the most exceptional of climbers can climb it, and that's why the only people who've climbed Mount Everest that anyone should bother talking about are people who did it without oxygen tanks.
8/28/23
I was in some sort of steppe town or something. It's sort of segued from another dream which is important to know. I was me but my family wasn't my irl family, and the family I was visiting were some sort of semi distant relation (I'll say cousij for the sake of brevity). Anyway, I'm told that my little cousin is being bullied really badly by these other kids, and the family are sort of known assholes. The village is really hill-y, almost like something out of mount and blade. So I'm walking up the steps to assholes' house and the family patriarch is this guy I know named Art. I tell him very nicely because art is a nice guy that his grandkids need to be nicer and he throws his hands up and says "oh great just kill me now, they're so damn dramatic just talk to them yourself" so I say okay. My cousins' bullies are all like ten years old but they're little fucking shithead half breeds. Im with my baby cousin telling her to fight this one kid giving her trouble. She won't because there's like four of them. So I'm somehow now upstairs in these people's house and I'm talking to them. I'm there by myself, my cousin is back out in the car. I pulled out my carry gun and dropped the mag, cleared the chamber and held one in my hand and said "This is a 115 grain hornady critical defense hollow point. That means when I shoot you for fucking with my cousin more, this little thing makes a fist sized hole in your mongrel nigger body (these people all looked vaguely Asian so I don't know why I called them niggers). I would really prefer if we could solve this all peacefully. We don't have to love each other but I don't want to have to kill you." So the little shit kids sorta grumble and leave and one of them who's sorta their leader I guess gets all shucking and jiving and pulls out a weird ass pistol magazine but no gun and then leaves. I immediately interpret this as a threat. I go downstairs, recalling I have an AUG in the car which is a lot hotter than a handgun. As I get Downstairs I run into my irl friend Dalton who's just like, coming into town or something (I think the bully family lived in the Inn or something idk). Thankfully Dalton is based and I tell him I may be in deep shit, "might have to kill a motherfucker today," and need him to watch and cover me while I get to my car. Just have him watch and be looking for trouble, not actually drawn and firing the whole time. He goes fuck yeah dude anything you need and I say thanks. So I take a deep breath and walk outside down the little hill and get into the back of the car (me and a couple family members were traveling together I guess). My AUG is right there in the back seat so I somehow roll the back window down, tell them to drive now, and watch out the back window with the rifle as we drive away. I vaguely recall how I got the AUG. in the dream before this, I was in some sort of big war. It was weird because I knew it was video game like, but it felt like it was still important. Like we respawned and everything but it was still real war idk. I had a basically bone stock AUG after trading a comfy-to-me decked out M4 for it (which is odd because I wouldn't do that). Then the game ended and I sorta got in my car and left and that's how I ended up visiting my cousins or whatever in the steppe town.
8/29/23
Dreamt I was spending some time with Katharina. She says we have to "have a hard conversation." Oh no. She then goes on to explain how every paycheck, we'll each put $50 of it into our savings accounts. Several minutes later I ask her "I don't mean to sound like an asshole but I'm not sure I understand how that counts as a difficult conversation; could you clarify for me?" And then I woke up.
9/4/23
Dreamt I was watching a pro wrestling pay per view with two friends both of whom are women. One who I could see a future with, Katharina, that would be very good and the other who's just hot, Adina. Katharina tells me she's gonna head out, aww but okay. Adina tells me we can get the PPV at her place and go back and watch it. Oh yippee. Start heading back to hers but to get there we have to go through this massively convoluted public transport thing. I'm talking like one of those weird ass paintings with upside down staircases. Also includes you know that brand lime? In my dream they own large spaces people need to get through so they create floors with sections that move in opposite directions and you pay to make them stop, but only for you somehow. I just ran over it and kept myself from falling. Some old lady told me I should've paid and I called her a cunt sucker (as in a cunt and a sucker). Got separated from Adina somehow but I figured we would just meet back up. All of a sudden Kat taps me on the shoulder and says hi, weird seein each other here still. Says she got turned around at one of the stations and finally got back on the right staircase or whatever it was. I'm telling you this public transport system was fucking nutty. I say let's walk together, we're going in the same direction for a while. She smiles and says sure, sounds nice. So we do and she says something about how it's so nice to see me again and I say likewise. We kiss out of nowhere as we walk and keep doing so. We make it to the next stairway (still going same direction) and walk by it and sit down at this little bench next to it and I sit down and she sorta stands in front of me but leans against me. We both start to cry and say we love each other. Kiss again. Then I woke up.
9/18/23
I was walking around some sort of big grocery store with James and Alex and someone else. The other person mr and James had shopping carts Alex was doing his own thing. I kept telling the other person to slow down. I finally gave her my cart since it had nothing in it and took hers which had stuff in it and moved my few things from her cart tto mine since I had a few things in her cart. I told her to slow down and I don't shop so fast. Then I can't remember what happened to the cart but I was running around this giant open air freezer action ice skating on my feet and saw Alex and said hey.
My sister had built a set out of foam cups and craft supplies. It was just her and the cats and me. We were playing dungeons and dragons but I didn't know. For some reason I smashed it once. She was very upset. The next day I was fighting with the cats about my behavior and I told them I would not be lectured to by a fucking cat. I sat down with my sister and smashed something again. This was because nobody had told me we were playing a game and I can't understate how much that fucked with me. She was even more upset this time and I couldn't find her to apologize. We were in some sort of temple and somehow playing that DND game was going to get us a scroll. One of the guys I was playin with said I didn't deserve to get the benefits of tnt a roll because of my behavior and I agreed. They were runes they taught us about elemental bending in them and I was sort of like the avatar I think. I didn't get the benefits of it and instead the camera zoomed out and I saw him give someone the tubes for death instead of earth.
9/30/23
I was walking through this sparse woods (low density of trees but still not a clearing or anything) to find my friends with an AK. I was just looking for them because we got separated but I wasn't anxious or anything. So I'm walking with the rifle slung with one hand on it just to keep it from banging into me as I walk and I get to a small ridge overlooking a valley. (The more I think about it, the more I think I actually know this place - it's a few mile hike behind my house.) So I get to the ridgeline and look down and my friends are just chilling in the valley sitting down maybe 70 yards away. Before I can call out this bear walking on two legs runs into the camp and starts trying to kill them. I lay prone and dump the rifle at the bear and kill it. Drop the mag and reload, scan for a second, and it's clear. Scoot down the ridge to my friends and despite the bear at one point having someone in its jaws swinging them around everyone is unharmed and super chill. Not denying it happened but like "yeah it's over so everything is cool now. "Oh and I found it weird how everyone was so chill, but I sorta figured "well yeah I suppose it is over with so no reason still being anxious about it"
10/3/23
First I'm out hiking with a friend. I'm standing a few steps up on the stairs to this fire tower almost with a ranger and my buddy Griff is walking a bit away. Suddenly this rabbis opossum looking thing comes up and starts trying to attack us. I look at the ranger and he's all sad but says I've gotta shoot it. I do and feel bad so I decide to bury it. Ranger says he doesn't have a shovel but there's a trowel somewhere so I walk his little campsite complete with garden and try to find it. Eventually I do right as Griff gets back.
Next thing I'm on some sort of military base with friends as a civilian. At one point there's this really nasty ruck sack, but like a framed one, that has a port in it that everyone is laughing at and smelling because it smells horrid. We're all hanging out in this almost loading dock type area having a good time with a woman loads up and smacks me across the face hard. I ask her what the fuck and she says we've all got to LEAVE! There's suddenly an alarm blaring and nobody has any idea what's going on. I turn back after a few steps to make sure I've got my CC but I don't find my keys. We're all separated in the exiting but brought back together outside the building. Nobody is told what's going on but a bunch of people exiting the building are wearing OD T shirts and multicam pants, some of whom it looks right on and others it doesn't, and issued weapons. Nobody I know is part of that group including some people I know either in the dream or in real life are good at that shit. So we're all sort of milling about trying to figure out what's going on when my friend Griff gets mad at being so bored and takes a stick and throws it. He's sort of a floor above me but it's this weird construction site type deal where there's a bunch of it as like, scaffolding. But the good metal scaffolding. So I look up and he's part of a chain of people. He asks if I know jiu jitsu, and I say only what I've seen on UFC so no I don't want to be a part of. Whatever is going on because I'll just hold people back being unable to hold my own. He goes nah don't worry it's not like that, we're just having some fun so I say fuck it sure why not. Next thing I know a bunch of us are standing on a big circle drawn on the ground. Were told that we each have to push one person out of the ring using whatever fighting style we want. Everyone is on their own and everyone starts at once and the round ends once half the players have been pushed out. First bell rings and I don't have a target at the beginning but nobody's going after me. I pick out one kid, middling thin Asian guy, and bull rush him, grab him by the waist in a bear hug, and basically just keep bull rushing him out of the ring. Easy peasy. Bell rings and that's the end of round one. Those of us who won return to the circle line for round two. The whole time there's this sense of... Dread. Like we're playing games in a death camp to pass the time, but not so certain. More of "what the fuck is going on we might as well find a game to play because nobody is going to tell us anything." I remember in the dream having this feeling of a bomb, and the date having something to do with 9/11 but not being 9/11 - maybe it was just "is this going to be another date like 9/11 that people just know". Anyway, right before the bell rang for round two, I woke up.
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Tales of Ealden Cynedom: Tale 35. The Great Garden (5/5)
35. The Great Garden (chapter5 - Winter 5/5 ) part 8. Stories of Dreams.
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As frost came, the Tree-Children slept in the courtyards; While others woke in the green house. Amadeus had resorted to blood scripts to keep out the chill. He told himself this is a way of protecting magic, though it wasn’t his definition of Paladin. Each time Amadeus replaced a rune, he contemplated the devastation to himself and the Tree King, if one of the winter herbs died. It tortured Amadeus. Each member of the garden had a name, and were his first friends.
The sleeping fey where adorned in blue ornaments and lights that winter; They’d given Amadeus permission to dress them, as they wouldn’t be awake for his and Scarlet’s union. Scarlet admired them while waiting for Amadeus, smiling at their whimsy. Laughter and clinking was heard, while Amadeus whispered the last climate spell in the greenhouse. Some of the blood elixir had dripped onto the train of his white beaded skirt. It rolled off like ruby beads, due to the restoration tags sewed into the gentle voile. As Southland robes where unisex wraps and jackets, Amadeus chose to wear the gathered drapes his mother did for her wedding. After the ceremony, he would have access to f Rosethorn’s finances, and pay Fama for the replacement glass.
That’s all the occasion was. Bland paperwork. Amadeus and Scarlet already lived together, and have known each other their whole lives. They danced, toasted, and shared a True Loves Kiss again. The day was an excuse to hold each other. Weddings in the Grand West, were words and promises; Made long after hearts had already vowed.
Rah was the only one who could make it to the party. Many community members also attended, as Pepperidge was so small that everyone knew each other. But for Amadeus, it wasn’t the same without Morgan or his mother.
For the wedding, Amadeus chose to serve sparkling juice and water, to avoid the incident on his birthday. This time, everyone decided to dance at day, settle at dusk, and wake to the night with Amadeus. The patio furniture had been moved from the gazebo garden, under the fire cherry, whose fragrant orchid leaves had fallen. Amadeus and Scarlet stood impatiently, as an heirloom silk was wrapped around their hands to a traditional poem; Of which only the mages understood, as it was in the original Ealden Anglian words. The couple went around to blow out the candles of ten witnesses, before their kiss on the platform. Each community members then signed a foiled piece of paper, and the estate manager slipped the document into his suitcase.
“Master Rosethorn, do you wish to change any payments? Purchases? Taxes? Raises? Wed and grown, you’re officially filthy rich.” The Manager jittered. Amadeus grimaced.
“No. Yes. Yes. No.” Amadeus responded. “Just get me the darn fairy glass, from Fama, who has sacks of Indonian sand without rent for a forge. May I resume dancing with my wife, and speaking with friends?” He said firmly. His cat like white stare piercing down at his employee. The man nodded, and slunk to the punch bowl.
Everyone rejoiced in the lull after so many snacks, conversations, and dances. The loud music ceased, and everyone cleaned up. Community members had gone home, but family and closer friends remained on the main floor. On the second floor, Amadeus and Scarlet lay asleep in their bed. A long-standing tradition of The Grand West. As Rosethorn Manor is one of heritage, so must the traditions of a couple sharing a piece of fabric. There was no mention of what the couple had to do, just that they had to stay in it for some nebulous amount of time after the party. The two cuddled on top of the fluffy duvet, fully robed, until Amadeus awoke.
“Scarlet, are you asleep?” He asked. She nodded, her head on his chest. Her dalmaion familiar stretched on the carpet.
“We do this all the time; This bed thing makes no sense.” Scarlet sighed.
“Maybe it was to help couples figure out reproduction, as knowledge back then was not as available?”
“You make it sound so dry, and like our ancestors were stupid.”
“I make it sound like I don’t want to think about it. Because I don’t.” Amadeus said, stretching up, and leaving the bed. Scarlet got up, and ruffled her black and indigo waves into place.
“I’m aware. It’s not like we had to use a medical setting to duplicate. You’re lucky I’m a girl who’s ok with that.” Scarlet said, taking Amadeus hand to head downstairs. Five paces down the hall, Amadeus froze.
“You said that in past tense.” He said staring at Scarlet.
“Yeah,” she winced. “Yeah, I was going to tell you…”
“Are you ok?” Amadeus gasped. He was starting to cry. The good kind. He gasped hugging her. Something he wished for had happened.
“Yeah. As a Heartman healer mage, I like to think I know medical stuff. I have to apologize though.”
“For what?” Amadeus sniffed, standing back for their eyes to meet.
“I, ah, may have felt really unwell before a shift, and drank one of your mom’s potions in the sick room.” Scarlet said. “I’m sorry. I know how important those are to you. I wasn’t thinking right.” She turned away. Amadeus lost his breath, fearing for her life.
“Which one? I know the gifts of my garden, but not what they make. What if you drank something that might hurt you? Might affect our child?!”
“The embryo. Also, it was one I’d never heard of, labelled it as Petal Chill. The description said it was good for my symptoms.” Scarlet shrugged. She summoned the translucent pur bottle. Amadeus held it. It would be a shame not to refill it; The rack was always fully stocked. Why be a manor that can produce any potion, and not have every potion? Made by a keeper, who is poor at making such potions.
“Ah,” Amadeus said with a certain sadness. “I should make more; My mother would think it a shame.”
“A shame that I may have consumed mystic thalidomide early term, with the grandchild she’ll never hold?”
“Well yes. But also, that a bottle of medicine is empty when someone might need it.” He whispered. Scarlet hugged him as he started to shake. “I don’t think I can make it, nor any antidote.” Amadeus broke down.
“You can try? I mean you have stock, and if your mom was making so many elixirs, there’s a cauldron in this house somewhere. Probably a stash of every imaginable recipe book too.” Scarlet rambled.
“Her books are in the lower vault. They made father sad, so I moved them.” Amadeus said. Scarlet quickly propped up her officiated groom with a smile: They get to go to the vault again!
In the main floor parlor, Scarlet and Amadeus let people know they were in the vaults looking for his mother’s recipes. Gemini drank his apple juice, while gazing mid-distance. Talk of his wife’s work, stung his wounds; That were fresher than he’d like to admit.
“Does this mean we get to see the packing room? On the top floor!? There must be several fortunes up there!” Rah asked. “Aunt Plumba never let me in there, and you’d tease me that it was full of insects and dirt.”
“I’ll think about it.” Amadeus smiled, taking Scarlet to the vault.
Twenty minutes later, they emerged with black wood trunk, carved with people carrying things. It wasn’t even locked. The trunk was bought by his grandfather, on vacation to his Southland home-town. Amadeus opened it, to see loved recipe books; Stained, worn, and notes written on the pages. Some of them were so old, Amadeus had to translate them from Ealden Anglian. The party sat on the floor skimming through tables of contents, looking for Petal Chill. His mother had so many books, with such fine print, it turned out to be a worthy challenge.
“Oh! I found it!” Rah gleamed, holding open a small blue plastic binder; The page of loose-leaf, was wrinkled and stained. Written in blue ballpoint pen, that bled into the yellowing paper:
“…Father’s recipe for Petal Chill Olive Oil. A magical, and natural, way to gently cure symptoms of anything you don’t want to cure. Origin: Okoko Greeneholt, Forest of Masks, Bantia…”
Rah recited. “It’s from the Tree Queen himself!”
“Olive oil? Like naturopathy?” Scarlet grimaced. “I drank a good source of Omegas!? You’re joking. Give me that!” She said swiping the note-book. When she reached behind her to pull in Amadeus, she grasped air.
Amadeus checked the frost seal of the greenhouse. His breath was visible in the night, lit by the blue lights of the sleeping dendrons. He silently opened the greenhouse, and eagerly entered the warm humid room. Amadeus ran to the middle area, and crouched to Thula. He examined her velvet white leaves; A characteristic of the rare Winter Peace Olive.
“Hello Amadeus! Congratulations on appeasing Common Folk today!” She giggled. “Do you need more leaves? You have your mothers vile. For that one, I think you need to pick without asking.” She explained. Amadeus starred into her beautiful ruffled foliage, and plucked six leaves. He wondered if mythical shrubs could feel pain.
“Oh no! You look far more troubled then last we spoke early spring. Amadeus, can I help?” Thula chimed. Amadeus combed his worries.
“Hm. Well Thula, did mother ever tell you what she needed the leaves for? Some of your siblings ask how their gifts help humans, and tell us what their magic provides. I’m no Apothecary, and hardly a grounds keeper. I don’t have the knowledge she did. You’re just too rare.”
“Plumba says rare means special! Like you!” Thula continued. Amadeus managed a chuckle.
“Well, when taken, my leaves are extremely calming, and my flowers aid sleep.” She explained. Amadeus leant in closer, like a little boy ready for the jack to pop.
“When requested, my leaves heal children born at night, and petals make ice.” She whispered. Amadeus slumped. The leaves were to supply medicine to schools.
“My mother took folk-cures and potions over medication! My father had to lie when he got us vaccinated! I feared for Scarlet, and you tell me Petal Chill Olive Oil is simply for-”
“No, Oil comes from fruit and seeds stupid. That’s not even regarding fey, that’s mundane knowledge. How do you know so little, while somehow being able to perfectly nurture and protect us?” The flowerbeds taunted.
“Well, Amadeus loves us! Where his friends and family. We fulfill his enfeyment and everything! Right Amadeus?” Thula cooed. Amadeus stood silent and still. But he stirred to a knock on the greenhouse.
“I guess so.” He smiled, turning to leave.
“Wait! I didn’t tell you about my bark and fruit!”
“One minute!” Amadeus yelled. He scurried back over, and knelt to Thulia.
“When taken, my bark makes things feel cold, but when requested it creates reflective pigment. When asked for, my fruit is sweet; And when stolen, it imbues anything with the essence of winter. It’s funny, for all her craftmanship, the place Plumba said she always went wrong, was asking nicely for our gifts. She just didn’t want to cause us pain, and she apologized each time.” Thula explained. Amadeus still felt heavy; Knowing his mother messing up a recipe caused his snowy features, and spells to favour ice, didn’t make him feel a worthy nobleman.
“You knew the whole time? Why I’m enchanted?” Amadeus wilted.
“Yup. You’re enchanted, because The Wolf King enfeyed you with a cat that guards weary travelers while they sleep; So, you can protect your friends and Rosethorn Gardens even better!” Thula glittered. Amadeus fell back onto his seat, looking at her. That’s not what he meant.
Once inside, Amadeus let everyone into the packing room. They became distracted by the haphazard shelves, clutter, dust, disrepair, and cracking floors. There were cauldrons, bottles, papers, mortars, and everything looked like it was purchased at a yard sale. This room had more money moved in and out of it, then anywhere else in the valley. Amadeus gathered the ingredients for the Petal Chill, and put them in paper boxes, tied them with twine, and stamped with his crest. He added a hand written letter, with a copy of the recipe. Amadeus put it all lovingly into one of the embellished teleportation boxes. It clicked shut, making a chime only he could hear. With a gentle smile, Amadeus gave a relaxed sigh. Scarlet starred at the box.
“I’m pretty sure that was thousands of dollars you just evaporated away.”
“Cost of labour. Do you remember the accredited Apothecary from our year? The one who went home to the magic butte of Doi Veng? In the Eastlands? Well, the Whitestead nobles there have a Rosethorn Box.” Amadeus said, resting his head on hers. Scarlet nodded. Qilin had a temper.
“I think he’d like the challenge of refilling the vile I included, better than I ever could. The gifts of my garden are for everyone; Including people who are more competent than me. I am but this abode’s knight.”
“So, you believe us now? That you’re still you, and live your dream by another name?” Scarlet smiled
“No. Not yet, anyway.”
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Until You
Andrew Garfield's!Peter Parker x fem!reader
Word Count: 1.5k
Warnings: wounds, Peter not taking care of himself, blood
Author’s Note: You can read it as any Peter but like I wrote this with my boy in mind <3 If I get him back I think I’ll weep. I know I’ll weep.
Summary: Moments where Peter forgot about basic needs and the reader had to help him
Genre: fluff
I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator
(not my gif)
Being Peter Parker was hard enough. Peter had to deal with constantly being picked on at school and when he wasn’t being picked on he was being forgotten. He didn’t have all the friends people had in high school. He took pictures of friend groups and wondered what it would be like to have those types of relationships. He wondered what it was like to have one of those often talked about romantic relationships in high school.
Now he was Spider-Man too. That was a whole other hard.
He was always moving, going so fast that he couldn’t quite see how many things he was doing. Juggling tests in the morning and life or death at night. Fighting off the bad guys right after trig class. He had time to get Aunt May eggs and fall asleep.
That was about it.
Until you.
Then he realized he should probably also shower.
===
“Peter Benjamin Parker!”
Peter could hear your voice from down the hall which wasn’t a good sign. Not many people turned to look but a couple did. Everyone was in their own conversation. Peter lifted his head and tried to slink into himself as he saw your power walking up to where he was standing. He tried to hide against the locker.
“What is this?” you asked, finally closing the gap between the two of you. You held up a brown bag.
“A bag?” You rolled your eyes and opened the bag up, showing him what was inside. It was where he had put all the bloody rags from last night's fight.
“Did you get into a fight?” you whispered. “And put the dirty rags into my car?”
“I don’t have a car,” he muttered, scratching the back of his neck. How did he explain that he did get into a fight but as Spider-Man not as Peter Parker to someone who didn’t know he was Spider-Man?
“That doesn’t really answer my question.” You looked him in the eyes and the hard front you had put up dissipated. “Are you okay?” you whispered. He nodded quickly, standing up straighter.
“I’m fine. I’m fine!” You crossed your arms and stared at him.
“You know you can tell me,” you breathed. “You need to start realizing that someone cares about you now.” The bell rang. “Go to class.” You had another paper bag in your hand. You handed it to him.
“What’s this?”
“Clean rags. For whatever hurts.”
You walked away to class. He looked down in the bag. On Top of the white gauze and wraps there was a small note with a heart on it. He blushed and leaned into the lockers again.
===
You adjusted your position but kept your eyes closed as you tried to stay asleep. You let out a soft sigh as you got comfortable, feeling your subconscious already shift into a more calm state. You would probably have been asleep in mere minutes had you not heard the tap on the window.
Your eyes went wide.
Your room was on the second floor of your house. There wasn’t exactly any way to get up to your window unless something could fly. You opened your eyes but stayed still in fear. Maybe it was just the wind. A rock or something had been kicked up.
There was another, more deliberate knock. You sat up quickly, looking at your window. You were surprised to see Peter in the dim lighting of your room. You breathed out a sigh of relief and kicked the blankets off the bed, opening the windows up.
“Peter!?” you whisper screamed. “How the hell did you get up here?” you asked. “And how are you staying up here?” You looked down at the lack of any kind of railing to keep him up. He climbed into your window and fell onto the ground. “Oh! Peter?!”
It was then you realized the suit he was wearing. Very inexplicitly the Spider-Man suit you had seen all over the news. There was a gash on his arm and a pretty bad one on his back. He sat up and looked at your face just as you made the shocking realization.
Your boyfriend is Spider-Man.
“I’m going to go get the first aid kit.”
You walked past him and into the bathroom. Your family was all asleep so you had to be quiet as you ruffled through the bathroom for anything you thought might help. When you came back in, Peter was sitting at your desk chair nervously.
“Are you gonna say anything about...this?” he whispered.
“Yeah. How the hell did you get the very large scratches?” you asked, putting the stuff down on your desk. “And also how does this suit come off?”
You put your hands on the suit to take it off but it was skin tight.
“Did you make this?” He pulled the top of the suit up over his head.
“Yeah.”
“This is amazing.” You took the shirt from him and felt the fabric. “I thought some high up company made this. Peter, this is amazing.”
“You aren’t mad?”
“Well yeah I’m mad. Do you see what you’ve done to yourself, putting yourself in danger like this?” You gestured to his wounds. You stared at each other for a moment. “I’m shocked a bit.”
“Understandable.”
“But only mildly. It explains a lot of things. Like why you’ve been neglecting your school work.”
“You sound like Aunt May.”
“Does May know?” He shook his head, scratching the back of his neck.
“Don’t know how to tell her. You’re the only person who knows.” You nodded slowly. You opened the first aid kit and walked behind him, starting to clean up the blood.
“This is dangerous,” you whispered.
“Yeah I am aware.”
“Peter, I'm serious.” You looked him in the eye. “I don’t wanna lose you.” He smiled weakly.
“Can I sleep here?”
“My mom and dad...yeah of course you can sleep here. Lemme put bandages on this. I want you to go to the doctor in the morning to get stitches though.” He hugged your waist tightly. You let in a sharp breath of surprise and then put your arms around him. No matter how you felt about all of this, Peter needed you right now. You put your head on his.
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“You’re early,” Aunt May said as you walked through the front door. “Peter’s still asleep.” You smiled at her and handed her a grocery bag.
“These are the things Peter forgot to get last night.”
“That boy doesn’t deserve you.”
“Where’s his backpack?”
“Right here.” You put the lunch you had packed for him inside.
“Like I said. That boy doesn’t deserve you.” You smiled gently at her and walked down the hall to his bedroom. You knocked on the door but opened when there was no answer. Peter was fast asleep in bed, still wearing his suit. You rolled your eyes and shut the door behind you.
“Peter,” you whispered, brushing his hair back. He woke with a start, a web flying past your face. “Woah!”
“Oh God I’m sorry,” he said, untangling it quickly. “I didn’t...I’m still in fight mode.” You nodded, breathing quickly.
“It’s time for school. I got May the grocery’s.”
“Oh the groceries!” He closed his eyes tightly. “I meant to swing by the store last night.”
“Yeah I figured. It’s okay.” You brushed his hair out of his eyes and he gave you a loopy smile.
“I love you,” he breathed.
“I love you too Parker. We’re gonna be late. You need to shower.” You stood up and started to walk to the door when you felt a web on your back that yanked you back to him. “Peter!”
“Five more minutes,” he muttered as you landed on his lap. You laughed, meeting his eyes.
“Peter-”
“For me.”
“Go to school for me.”
“In five minutes. I promise.”
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