#Where Juniper doesn't have a good morning
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Stacked Up - quinlar stripper au
sooo here's the first chapter of my fic. i had a good time writing it so i hope u guys enjoy <3 idek if its like any good at all but whatever lol. you can also read on ao3
A lit mirthroot blunt resting on the side of an ashtray sent small tendrils of smoke idly floating up toward the ceiling of Bryce's bedroom. She picked it up between her first finger and thumb and took a long drag. As she exhaled the smoke, her phone buzzed with a notification where it lay next to the ashtray, amid a vast collection of makeup products that she was in the process of applying. It was a text message from Hunt Athalar.
What time are you planning on leaving for work tonight?
Bryce rolled her eyes and smiled softly. Her shift at the White Raven would start at 10 tonight and would last until around 3 in the morning. The first shift with this new 'partner' or 'bodyguard', or whatever the hell Hunt was supposed to be. Without meaning to, her mind wandered to the conversation she'd had with him earlier that day. A debrief about her "side hustle", as she'd referred to it.
"I also work night shifts on weekends. I start at 10 tonight."
"Wait, you have a second job? Where?" he'd inquired, looking confused.
"Yeah. It's at the White Raven. It's like, my side hustle, I guess. But I'd really appreciate it if you kept it on the low. Only Juniper knows about it." She'd replied in a mildly irritated tone.
"Not even Ruhn knows?"
"No, he doesn't know. Literally only Juniper."
"What, is it like, a secret or something?" Hunt had asked her.
Bryce had let out a dramatic sigh accompanied by an exaggerated eye roll, then said, "No, it's not! Well, kinda. I do bottle service there. I don't tell anyone because it would be considered like, unbecoming of the prince's cousin to work in nightlife. But, whatever. It's how I afford my apartment and all the nice things you say I have."
"You do have a lot of nice stuff." he'd replied, earning another exasperated sigh from Bryce. It was true, though. Her closet was full of designer clothes, shoes, and accessories. Her apartment was beautifully furnished. And, on top of that, it seemed as though she was constantly getting her hair or nails done.
"Well, I have expensive taste. Something you clearly don't know about," she'd said. Hunt had raised an eyebrow at that.
Ignoring his expression, she continued, "Anyway, you should wait on the roof for me just like you do at Griffin. Just don't come in. Under any circumstances. Send me a text if you need me. I think it might compromise the investigation if the wrong person sees us there together."
The corner of Bryce's mouth quirked up into a little smirk at the memory of their conversation that afternoon. Hunt had seemed suspicious but didn't press any further. She picked up her phone, opened the message, and started to type.
9:15. i need to get there early to change into my work clothes
He responded quickly.
Why not just put on your work clothes now?
because the uniform is a little........revealing lol
Understood. I'll be at your apartment at 9:10.
Bryce felt a slight twinge of guilt in her stomach at the lie. There was no uniform. She'd selected and purchased all of her work outfits herself. Her stomach twisted even more as she remembered the bigger lie from earlier. She wasn't doing bottle service at all. Whatever. His nosy ass was already in her business too much anyway. After taking another substantial drag from her blunt, she began to apply several layers of mascara to her long eyelashes.
In the dressing room of the White Raven, Bryce leaned down to fasten the ankle strap of her heel. She wore a skimpy, hot pink bodysuit with crystal fringe adorning the minimal fabric that covered her hips and breasts. Her pink platforms were seven inches tall. Her burgundy hair was straightened and pulled back into a sleek ponytail, perfect for swinging around as she danced. The other girls were chattering and the heavy bass from the music playing on the club's speakers could be heard from above the ceiling. The room smelled of blunt smoke and hairspray. Vanities with lights around the mirrors displayed an assortment of beauty products and bobby pins scattered across the counters.
"Juniper!" she called across the room, gesturing for her friend to help her with her outfit. "I can't tie this in the back."
Juniper pranced from the vanity she sat in front of over to Bryce.
"Turn around," Juniper said softly as she tied the strap of Bryce's top behind her neck. "This outfit is so cute! You'd better get a stack tonight!" she exclaimed with a wink and a tap on Bryce's mostly bare ass. Bryce giggled and turned around, crossing her arms and cocking her hip out to the side.
"I'd better! It looked packed in there when I was coming in. I've made a thousand marks in a night with way less people in this bitch!" she said. "Your outfit is hot as fuck too, June. I'd say we're both leaving here with a stack!"
Juniper laughed aloud at that. Bryce glanced down at her phone screen, eyes widening.
"Fuck! I'm supposed to be onstage in like, 2 minutes. See you on the floor, sexy!" she called out to Juniper as she started to walk toward the stage entrance. Her heart started to beat faster as she mentally prepared for her stage set. In her mind, Bryce ran through the songs the DJ would play for her and the choreography to each. She arrived at the backstage door and quietly slipped through, the volume of the music increasing substantially as it opened. She remained out of the crowd's sight as she waited for the dancer onstage to finish out her set. The DJ's voice boomed over the music coming through the speakers.
"Please give it up for Roxy Onyx!"
Bryce watched Roxy blow kisses toward the crowd, then bend down to start picking up the money at her feet while everyone cheered for her. Bryce applauded her as well. From what she could see, people were tipping well tonight. So, yes, she decided, she would be going home with a stack of marks tonight. As if on cue, the DJ's loud voice echoed through the club again as Roxy made her way offstage. Bryce gave her a high five as she walked past.
"And now, please give a warm welcome to the star of tonight's show, Starlight!"
As Bryce walked onstage, the crowd erupted into cheering and applause. A wide smile graced her beautiful lips as she sauntered towards the center of the stage, swaying her hips purposefully. As soon as she placed her pretty hand on the pole, the first song of Bryce's set started playing, and she began to dance. She circled the pole a few times as the tempo started to increase. Her eyes scanned the crowd gathered before her, winking at a few regulars in hopes of getting them to tip more. Then, right as the beat dropped, she dropped to her knees. Placing her hands on the floor in front of her, she leaned forward slowly until her ass was high in the air. The volume of the crowd grew louder the higher Bryce's ass went. She scratched the floor with her long nails as she slowly rose to her knees again. In perfect time with the music, she popped back up on her feet, but remained low in a squat, working her hips to the rhythm. With one hand, she gripped the pole for support as the other hand snaked leisurely from her ankle all the way up her leg. She grabbed her ass cheek, jiggled it, and smacked it with a demure smirk toward the crowd as the money began flying all around and landing at her feet.
Hunt could feel the heavy bass of the music vibrating in his chest as he sat on the roof. He tapped at a game on his phone, uninterested. To be honest, he was struggling to stay awake. He should at least be able to go in and get a drink, he thought, but he'd promised Bryce that he wouldn't. He opened the text message app on his phone and began typing.
Just checking in. Still want to leave at 3?
He knew he shouldn't be worried that Bryce didn't reply immediately. He knew she was working, obviously she wouldn't be able to get back to him right away. In an attempt to keep his mind off her, he closed the app and went back to the game. It didn't work. His thoughts kept returning to when he was picking her up from her apartment earlier. When she'd first opened the door, he'd barely been able to stifle his reaction. He was fixated on her alluring eyes, which were beautifully enhanced with dark, smoky makeup. Her long, pretty lashes left him breath taken. Then, he'd noticed her seductive, full lips, which were glossy and pink. Seeing that had caused another reaction. A physical one, which was much more difficult to conceal. And, as if all that wasn't enough, her perfume was purely intoxicating. Hunt had been trying not to imagine the "revealing" uniform Bryce was wearing right now. Trying, and failing. A deep sigh passed through his lips as he set his phone face down beside him, gazing toward the night sky. For a moment, he closed his heavy eyelids. He'd almost started to doze off when his phone vibrated with a notification. It was a text message from Bryce Quinlan.
yeah. im doing good, ty for checking in. i'll be out in 20
Cool. See you then.
As Bryce and Hunt made their way back to the apartment, he noticed how tired she looked. She kept shifting her duffel bag of work clothes from shoulder to shoulder, so he offered to carry it for her.
"I don't need some alphahole to carry my shit for me." she quipped. About two minutes later, she wordlessly handed the bag to him. The pair continued silently until they reached the door to Bryce's apartment. As she unlocked the door, Hunt asked, "How did your shift go?"
Bryce pushed through the door and said, "It was pretty good. I met my goal for the night!" stifling a yawn as she spoke.
"Your goal?"
"Yeah, June and I set goals for tips sometimes."
"Oh? And what was your goal tonight?" he asked absentmindedly. He was more focused on her sleepy eyes, reddened from smoking mirthroot.
"A stack," she stated simply.
"What?"
"A stack!" she replied, pulling a zipper wallet out of a side pocket on the duffel bag Hunt was still holding.
"Like, a stack as in a thousand marks?" Hunt questioned her. He wasn't sure they were referring to the same amount, considering it would be an outrageous amount of tip money to make in a single night.
Bryce beamed as she removed a thick wad of cash from the wallet. "A thousand marks!" she exclaimed and started to count the money. One thousand three hundred and twenty gold marks. Hunt couldn't believe his eyes. He was simply too tired to conceal the disbelief on his face as he gently set the duffel bag down by the door. He couldn't fathom how she did it. But, he supposed, he would tip extra too if someone who looked like Bryce was his bottle girl. In fact, if Bryce was serving him bottles in the club, he'd probably end up giving her everything in his wallet. So he could potentially see how she pulled it off. Still, it was almost unbelievable.
"What?" she teased. "This is how I afford all my nice things, Hunt."
He shrugged. "I guess that explains it." He was trying to act casual, but his name coming from those pretty lips would be his undoing, and he was becoming too exhausted to resist them.
Bryce laughed unabashedly. Hunt's heart melted.
"Well, I'm going to bed," she said, "I work again tomorrow night, same time. Rest up!"
With that, she swiped the cash off the counter in one motion, sauntered past him, and headed to her room. Hunt, still contending with his skepticism and intense attraction, obeyed her and went to bed.
#quinlar#bryce quinlan#bryce x hunt#hunt x bryce#hunt athalar#juniper andromeda#ruhn danaan#sarah j maas#sjmaas#sjm#house of earth and blood#crescent city#ao3#ao3 link#my writing#fanfic#fanfiction
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I've been dipping my toes into Solo RPG and found Iron Valley! I just started my first playthrough today and am almost done with the first day. Took a bit of a break because I'm having trouble moving the story, but I'll get there.
This is Mushroom (though he doesn't have his name yet), my entirely randomly rolled character. He abruptly found himself wandering the wildest parts of the Rosy Bastion arboretum one fine morning with no idea how he got there, where he came from, or what his own name is! He managed to locate the settlement, but unfortunately for him he's been having a really hard time explaining what happened, which isn't very surprising, since it's hard to explain yourself when you don't remember what happened! Probably not helped that the first two townies I rolled (at least the two who are adults and therefore the ones handling this) are both probably the grumpiest and most suspicious characters in the town, maybe. Really! They all really just want answers to the exact same question, but none of them really, really believe that the other guy doesn't have those answers! So they keep asking each other the same questions over and over! And getting the same answers! Over and over! For basically the whole day!
I think I'm going to have Roja, the mayor, finally call it for the night, actually. There's only one tick left in the day and they're all too tired and worked up to make any progress, and Mushroom still needs a place to sleep! They could all use a night, actually! They'll give Mushroom a tent and some supplies because that's what I randomly rolled the town is definitely not set up to house a whole additional adult person out of nowhere! Don't worry, Stranger, they'll give you a really good sleeping bag. They feel kind of bad about this. Only kind of, though. It is a very nice sleeping bag.
Juniper, the farmer whose kid found Mushroom, considers for .5 seconds offering her couch, but like. She's got a kid. She's not inviting strange adults into her house just yet. Sorry, Stranger From The Arboretum, you'll survive one night on the ground. Gran, the kid in question who has been left alone to stew over this juicy new development while the adults all ineffectually panicked in a closed room and rolled the 'romantic' trait: Parental Figure You Have Rescued A Man From Great Adversity. Can You Not See This Is Your Spouse. How Could You Condemn My Future Father To A Night On The Cold Hard Ground.
Mushroom, holding his new tent and sleeping bag and flashlight and some granola bars because he might get hungry or something and a toothbrush and some toothpaste and four (x4) water bottles because that was what the office fridge had in it and zero (x0) answers against his chest and too emotionally exhausted to function at the moment: This Is Fine.
...Oh, cool, I typed my way out of the floundering I was doing. Yay! Off to see if Mushroom finds a good place to sleep or a GREAT place to sleep. Does Mushroom know how to set up a tent? I suppose we will find out. If he rolls a miss he's just going to fall asleep face down on top of the packed up tent somewhere. I wouldn't be surprised at this point; man's had a Day. He'd be fine, probably.
#iron valley rpg#iron valley#the only thing I find myself wishing I had were the disposition and 'what do they want' Oracles from the Ironsworn book#I find those really useful for giving me ideas in interactions with NPC's#and I like other characters being able to perceive and react to situations a little outside of my control#the ones from Ironsworn are maybe a bit too...Ironsworn for this game?#but maybe I can find others#or make them myself I guess#Mushroom has cake because he rolled two different cooking skills#and rolled a wholeass basket of fruit and gardening supplies in his bag#I can take a hint when it is driven like a pie into my face
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like northern stars
Julie doesn't have to wonder what sort of mischief her family is up to for very long.
It's the best sort of Sunday morning mischief. Or…one of the best, anyway.
She leans in the doorway, stifling a giggle as Reggie croons into the drippy whisk he's been using. It splatters his shirt with pancake batter in the process.
"I set out on a narrow way many years ago…hoping I would find true love along the broken road…"
Their daughter has none of Julie's reservations, and her giggles ring brightly through the kitchen as she shimmies excitedly from her perch on the counter.
Reggie grins, pausing only to kiss the top of her head and hold out his hand for the bag of chocolate chips she's most likely been snacking on. It's hard for him to say no to her. Julie shakes her head, but it's impossible for her to lose her own grin.
Especially when he sings like that.
Her breath catches when he meets her eyes, and she soon finds herself in his arms, blinking dazedly as he twirls her around. He keeps crooning in her ear.
"Every long lost dream led me to where you are…others who broke my heart, they were like northern stars…"
She comes in on the next line, much to Juniper's delight…and Reggie's, if the shine in his eyes is any indication.
"Pointing me on my way into your loving arms…this much I know is true…"
Juniper gasps. "Daddy! The pancakes!"
He starts to swear and stops as Julie sends him a sideways look, smiling sheepishly as they untangle, missing the way she smiles and rolls her eyes.
They manage to rescue the pancakes with minimal charring, but not without finishing the song, at Juniper's insistence.
Maybe Reggie isn't the only one who can't say no to her every now and then.
Julie's in the middle of helping Juniper cut up her pancakes when she abruptly asks, "What's a northern star? Are they special?"
Reggie hums, tapping his fork against his mouth as he thinks, and Julie smothers a giggle in her palm as Juniper copies him.
"Well," he says slowly, "there's only one northern star, really, but yeah, I guess you could call it special. People use it as a guide, so they can find their way home."
Juniper gasps excitedly. "Oh! So in the song, they're saying Mommy is your home? And the star people helped you find her? Is that right, Daddy?"
He smiles, leaning to ruffle her hair and smiling harder as she laughs.
"Good job, June Bug. Yeah, you've got it. Although—I'd say it's more like the two of you are my northern stars. My—hope."
"Honey, don't confuse her by mixing metaphors," Julie says through a smile of her own, pointing a butterknife at him in mock accusation. "That's sweet of you, though."
He spreads his hands in surrender, dropping his fork in the process, and chuckles with a shrug as she and Juniper laugh.
"Yeah, metaphors are more of your thing."
"But—you and Mommy are my stars too!" Juniper insists. "The special-est kind."
Julie finds herself blinking back tears. She drops a kiss on the tip of Juniper's nose.
"Thanks, baby. We love you."
Juniper beams, looking very much like her father as she does so. "I love you, too!"
And maybe she didn't have too too much chocolate before breakfast, because she sinks right into her nap at the usual time.
Julie tucks the blanket more securely around Juniper and smiles at her sleeping form.
She's curled serenely around her teddy bear, with most of her face hidden in their fur and beneath her curls. Julie kisses the top of her head softly, heart melting as she lets out a small, contented sigh and snuggles deeper into her blanket and her bear. She's...
Well, she's everything. Special for sure.
Julie carefully pads out of the room and eases the door shut, listening for the soft snick. She makes her way into the den.
She drops into Reggie’s lap, replying with a pleased hum as his hands curl around her hips and pull her even closer.
"So…she's asleep, if you wanna…"
He answers with a kiss that curls her toes.
"Lead the way," he murmurs, eyes twinkling, and it takes her a moment.
She snorts when it hits her, swatting lightly at his chest. "You're impossible."
He lifts his chin with a smirk. "You love it."
And, well…he's got her there.
She'd be lying if she said she didn't.
#rulie#reggie x julie#happy rulie relajante!#also happy jatp anniversary 💜#bless the broken road is a song that I've wanted to use for them for a while so this fluffy little thing was very satisfying to write#ficlets with ash#julie and the phantoms
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Dawn of the Clans Cats stuff in no real order
(Note: Small mistake was made with Dangling Leaf. Don't use canon names as placeholders, kids.)
Alder
Alder saw Thunderstar as a brother, and wished she could have gotten to know him better as a child. She is fiercely protective of her adoptive mother, and wished that her adoptive father would seek peaceful solutions rather than fighting. She went WILD when Leafstar created the Mediator role.
Morning Whisker
Morning Whisker lives! But she doesn't really feel at home in the Moor. She prefers the more closed spaces, and leaves to join Shadowclan. She helps raise kits there, becoming a permanent Queen with Bumble, who she quickly bonds with.
Dewy Leaf
Dewy Leaf was not in a happy relationship with Moon Shadow. The two fought all the time, they were pressured to get together by their families, mostly Dewy Leaf's mother and Moon Shadow's father. She was having an emotional affair with Sharp Hail after she'd taken vows of loyalty (an equivalent of marriage, it isn't extremely binding, because polyamory is a thing and is very normal) and when Moon Shadow caught wind, he just wanted to leave. She wasn't the best mate for him, and she tried to be a good mother to Sun Shadow, but in the end, we have to live with our choices.
Shattered Ice
Shattered Ice actually leaves Riverclan after a while, rejoining Windclan. He missed the taste of rabbit and loved tunneling, something that just isn't safe in Riverclan. He would later go on to have kits with a Rogue named Olive, later bringing her and their kits (Little Stone and Pale Breeze) into camp. Culture was different back then.
Pine Needle
Pine Needle will become mates in the future with a lovely tolly named Shimmering Carp, and become the grandpa to a future Riverclan leader. He is the ancestor to Greenflower and Mintclaw, 2 Riverclan apprentices in Into the Wild. His son Puddle Whisker looks just like Greenflower. His grandchild is Laurel Shine, who becomes Laurelstar.
Dawn Mist
Dawn Mist is Riverclan's first permanent Queen, and has another litter of kits during Riverstar's Life, Misty Flight and Gray Paws. She would go wild if she knew what was going on in Riverclan right now, but she isn't really paying attention to the living anymore.
Rainswept Flower
Rainswept Flower is now Jagged Peak's mate! She was one of the rare cats that would be happy with any bit of land, but was happy to stay where her closest friends, Hawk Swoop and Cloud Spots. Her bloodline is still around today! Through her daughter, Dew Nose, ancestor of Tallpoppy.
Juniper Branch
Her son, Dangling Leaf, is the ancestor of Rosetail. Juniper Branch herself is also chosen as Shadowclan's deputy once her mate Ravenstar takes over when Shadowstar dies. She retires at the end of Skystar's Life, after a long, fulfilled life.
Dangling Leaf
Speaking of him! He stays in Shadowclan his whole life, but his child, Echo Tail, leaves Shadowclan and joins Windclan. His description (aside from scarring) matches Windflight perfectly. Dangling Leaf himself is a powerful warrior, and a bit of a romantic. It attracted him 2 mates: Holly Bird (Jagged Peak and Rainswept Flower's daughter, one day Birdstar), and Mossy Creek (a former loner who fell in love with Shadowclan's ways. Back then, this was extremely normal)
#warrior cats#warrior cats rewrite#wcr#warriors#dotc#alder dotc#alder#morning whisker#dewy leaf#shattered ice#pine needle#dawn mist#rainswept flower#juniper branch#dangling leaf#notes
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❄️ Bobby throws a snowball at Juniper, who doesn't GET snow yet. This might be her first time out in it.
Warm & Fuzzy
Bobby Sherwood liked to think of himself as having become more of a sophisticated, civilized gentleman, now that he was a sophomore at the elite and lauded Night Raven College. The way people carried themselves here, the way they acted, even the kinds of trees that grew here and the smell of the air was a far cry from how things are where he grew up, in the North Woods of the Shaftlands. And Bobby was definitely not just that raggedy little fox who ran around his town causing trouble, not by a long shot. The trouble he causes is much more complex now.
However, there is one thing in particular that will always bring him back to the same happy mindset that he enjoyed as a kid, and he couldn't stop the smile that spread across his face one crisp morning in late November as he stepped onto campus.
"Jon, my lad," he said as he elbowed his friend Littlebear, pointy elbow still managing to be felt through his coat. "Do you happen to see what I'm seeing?"
"I doubt I could miss it." Jon sighed. He knew what was coming, and started to dig in his pockets for his gloves.
"The first snow of the winter. Oh, what a day! I daresay we could take a couple of minutes to properly enjoy it, yes?" Bobby already started to head off of the shoveled path, leaving footprints behind him in the untouched snow. "Traditional snow war rules apply, as always!"
"Bobby, we need to get to our classes," Jon protested, but he followed suit. "We need to be quick."
"All right. We play to one direct hit, yes?" Bobby flicked his fluffy tail over the snow. "And the one struck down gets the winner hot cocoa at lunch."
"And no starting until the count of three, as usual?"
"You've read my mind. Let's have at it. One! Two! Three!" As Bobby reached three, he and Jon both sped off in different directions. Bobby scooped up an armful of snow as he ran, and shaped it into a ball while looking for a good place to launch his attack.
Ah! There, on the library steps. Bobby took position, and watched. Jon was impatient. He would always try to seek him out.... yes. The larger boy was visible among the crowd of students; some watching their chase amusedly, others focused on their walk to their destination. Bobby narrowed his eyes, and threw with all his might.
And Jon ducked. Bobby watched as his snowball sailed through the empty space once occupied by his friend's torso, and landed directly on — oh no. Juniper had been walking behind Jon, and now she stood stock-still and blinking, chunks of snowball sticking to her dark hair.
Bobby ran over to do damage control. "Miss Moon! Oh, oh I am terribly sorry to have gotten you involved. Are you all right?"
"It's really cold. And I thought it'd be softer.... Sherwood? Bobby? Did you..." She sounded a bit dazed. "Was that a snowball?"
"Yes, and I am TERRIBLY sorry, I think you should know that you were not my target, oh, goodness. Here," he fumbled, offering a handkerchief. "Your hair will be soaked."
Juniper took it, and began dotting at her face and hair. "What were you doing throwing that, anyway?"
"Trying to hit me," came a voice from behind them. Bobby turned around, and looming above him was Jon. Arms raised. A huge snowball in both his hands, and a sneaky look on his face.
Bobby didn't even get to open his mouth to speak again before Jon rained down on him with cold, fluffy hell. Juniper burst out laughing at the sight of her clever dormmate being outfoxed so easily, and kept on laughing as he wiped the snow from his face and hair.
"Got you," Jon snickered. "Now you owe me a cocoa. And I think you should get one for poor Juniper, too, since she got caught in our crossfire. Don't you agree, Miss Moon?"
"I guess that's only fair; if Jon says that's the standard, then I'll take it!" she said with a grin. "But why were you guys throwing snow?"
".... that's just what you do with it," Bobby answered slowly. "Yeah. Two cocoas, see me at lunchtime for those. Or we can challenge again then, maybe wager a slice of pie to go with?" He tilted his head back and laughed, fully aware of how goofy he must look. "Golly. What a day!!"
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10, 12, 21, and 41 for the oc asks!!
10.) what shampoo scent do they like the best and why?
Runa- Anything with Juniper Berries! That may be her favorite scent, it was a relatively new plant to her
Tyre- Probably Salt and Lemon. Something that he understands is gonna do a really good job getting 8 months of grease out of his hair.
Vivi- Awkward answer- her hair is regularly coated in bear grease for hunting purposes, and getting it out is a real bother. Madanach has a spell that cleans her hair for her- so she would probably say Madanach's Magic- and it smells a little like something burnt
12.) do they prefer sleeping alone or with someone else?
Runa- she wants her own bed/pile of furs. If you want to have sex, thats great, but if you are staying the night you are staying in the guest bed. This works out well for Teldryn, who is an eternal night owl.
Tyre- of the three, he probably needs someone nearby when he sleeps, or he spirals which usually leads to drinking.
Vivi- likes having people on top of her when she's sleeping. Her little sister/her children/lover, it doesn't matter, but she likes having a weight on top of her. Barbas is the first to discover and take advantage of this.
21.) did they have any fears growing up that they’ve since conquered?
Runa- has conquered her fear of doing something wrong. It used to be her fear of doing something wrong would make her hesitant to do things that needed to be done, but since the first life turned out so badly anyway, she can't do much worse the second time around.
Tyre- He used to fear not being able to measure up against a gaggle of older brothers. He didn't exactly conquor the fear, he just lost all his brothers. Eventually, he got old enough that people forgot his brothers existed- let alone what they were like. It lead to a rather nihilist view of the world and honestly, he probably would have done better if he had been able to keep that childhood fear.
Vivi- Vivi is a combination of practical/ridiculous and fearless/anxious, so there is always a caveat. She used to be really afraid of losing things- but that morphed into a fear of betrayal after she lost things by betrayal. Her fear of death morphed into a fear of pain. So on and so forth.
41.) where would they want to live if they could live anywhere? why?
Runa- She wants to live by the sea, and she wants to live semi-underground. The actual location doesn't matter. The sea, because to Atmorians, the sea was the escape from the dragons and it has been romanticized. If she is by the sea, she can always escape. She wants to be underground because fucking dragons keep knocking down everything above ground.
Tyre- He wants to live somewhere where he goes to bed secure in the fact his loved ones will be safe in the morning- without him having to stay halfway awake. He would like there to be a forge and a worktable nearby. He's slept in so many camps and woken up to people dying so many times, he doesn't sleep well unless the place is well fortified, and there is a healer/other caretaker on hand.
Vivi: Ideally, she wants to live in the middle of nowhere, maybe a tree next to some hot springs. People make her anxious, especially large crowds of people, and she is always tense and has to have her back up.
But she will take the small dug-out room in Cidhna mine, where she reads books all day and talks to her husband about radical politics, because she loves him, and she knows that there is a dog, two housecarls, and a cannibal between them and anyone actually getting in the room.
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New Fiction Podcasts - 3rd April - Part 2
Cristina
Audio Drama
Después de divorciarse, Cristina está entusiasmada por experimentar una nueva vida sexual. Ella es una mujer cautelosa, educada y muy inteligente, por lo que su imaginación sustituye por ahora la realidad a la que quiere adentrarse. Por otro lado, Norma, su amiga, le cuenta las aventuras sexuales a detalle y le explica por qué ella decidió ser libre. Ambas trabajan en el mismo lugar. Rubén es su exesposo… ya se enterarán de él.
https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240314-03
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Good Morning Wasteland!
Audio Drama
The Apocalypse's only morning radio show!
https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240313-09
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The Detectives of Planet Ulilo
Audio Drama
In Ulilo City, time doesn't stop at midnight, and mystery is the name of the game. The Detectives of Planet Ulilo is a brand new limited podcast series with an all-animal cast set on a futuristic fictional planet that prides itself on being a postmodern human-animal utopia. Join Detective Zara who is a grey wolf, her sika deer partner Detective Juniper and friends as they take on Ulilo's grandest cases. On Planet Ulilo, there's adventure, mystery, floating jet cars, robots and tasty treats. We welcome you to Ulilo City.
https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240313-10
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Cypress Creek
Audio Drama
A dark comedy audio drama that looks behind the doors of your friends and neighbors. In the aftermath of a hurricane, Joan's family and others like her on the lower ridge have lost almost everything, while Katie and her fellow residents of Cypress Creek on the upper ridge emerged unscathed. An HOA election could change everything, making sure the community resources go to those in need. But only if Joan can defeat Katie, the ultimate "Karen" of the neighborhood. The epic battle that will ensue between them will put them and the residents to the ultimate test... and everyone might not make it out alive. BIG LITTLE LIES meets DESPERATE HOUSEWIVES in a post-hurricane suburban neighborhood.
https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240311-03
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I Know What You Did Last Session
Audio RPG
Welcome to "Dungeons & Dummies," the podcast where Braxton leads his intrepid band of adventurers—Jimmy, Alex, Ethan, Riley, and Caleb—on epic journeys through the fantastical realms of Dungeons & Dragons. Join us as we delve deep into the mysteries of ancient dungeons, face off against fearsome dragons, and forge friendships that will last a lifetime. Braxton, our masterful Dungeon Master, guides us through the twists and turns of our quests, weaving tales of bravery, magic, and daring escapes. Each episode is packed with laughter, camaraderie, and the excitement of rolling those critical dice. Whether we're battling evil warlocks or negotiating with cunning goblins, there's never a dull moment in our campaign. So grab your dice bag, sharpen your swords, and join us as we embark on adventures that will leave you on the edge of your seat and longing for the next roll of the dice. Welcome to "Rolling Dice & Making Memories," where every quest is an unforgettable journey with friends.
https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240311-04
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Lost in the Stars
Audio Book
For the daydreamers, the readers, the writers, and anyone else who loves to get lost in the pages of a good book. Tune in with this aspiring screenwriter as she tells you her original short stories. From fantasy to YA, to romance, to mystery, you're bound to hear a story you'll love. Join Madi every other Monday for a new adventure that'll take you to the stars.
https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240311-05
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Describing Colors to the Blind
Audio Book
This might sound a little strange but ... this podcast is a personal log of the ongoing story of Christovoe, a music artist with the power to control minds with his music. This is a chronicle of his adventures and efforts to evade Agency 2 who are trying to capture him and use his powers to control the public and maintain their place in power in our world. These adventures take place strange isolated places far more desolate than people know is possible — places that feel like a hellish parallel dimension like Dayton, Ohio but actual parallel dimensions too. Come along for the fun.
https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240311-06
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La Nocturna
Audio Drama
Pobreza, superación personal, nuevas oportunidades… Son algunas de las circunstancias por las que estas ocho personas deciden comenzar sus estudios nocturnos en la Fundación Universitaria Graham y obtener el título de Administrador de Empresas, de ese modo, veremos a Amelia, Doña Pilar, Germán, Ingrid, Faber, Muriel, Luis Herney y Alejandro, quienes se enfrentarán a situaciones difíciles, grandes retos, y obstáculos propios del día a día y otros no tan comunes, sin embargo sabrán sortearlos con valentía para alcanzar su titulo y lograr un mejor porvenir para ellos y sus familias.
https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240309-03
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Tales of the Bizarre
Audio Drama
Tales of the Bizarre is a horror podcast show that is set in worlds not quite like ours. It could be set in a universe where vampires exist or in a world where aliens come and invade earth. Every episode is not quite like the last
https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240308-08
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DAMNÉ
Audio Book
DAMNÉ est une histoire originale et immersive créée par NIMP GAMES. Elle se déroule dans l'univers médiéval-fantastique (dark fantasy) de Warhammer.
https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240308-09
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Paraíso Sin Escalas
Audio Drama
Un grupo de cinco ex compañeros de un exclusivo colegio privado, llega a la Isla Dos Santos, en Brasil, con el fin de celebrar 15 años desde que egresaron. Lo que parecían ser unas vacaciones de ensueño en el espectacular resort, se convierten en una pesadilla cuando uno de ellos desaparece. En esta comedia de misterio, los secretos, rencores y traiciones de los “Súper 5” saldrán a luz mientras la paradisíaca isla, dirigida por un excéntrico personaje, demuestra ser más de lo que parece. Escrita por Héctor Romero.
https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240307-01
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Monroe's Chest
Audio RPG
Ahoy there, landlubbers and merfolk alike! Welcome to Monroe’s Chest! the podcast that sails the seas of whimsy and dives into the depths of nautical nonsense. Join us as we navigate through a sea of laughter, uncovering the treasures hidden within Monroe’s mystical chest, where every episode is a tidal wave of hilarity and unexpected discoveries!
https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240313-11
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La magia existe, se llama PALABRA
Audio Book
Cuentos, Fábulas, Relatos e Historias para niños en español. También vamos a charlar sobre el arte de contar cuentos, narrar historias, entretener con palabras y sobretodo, hablaremos de ese momento hermoso y mágico cuando estamos completamente presentes y sincronizados con nuestro público, y va tomando forma una historia a nuestro alrededor. Contamos cuentos, por el disfrute de contar y por la deliciosa necesidad de dejarse llevar.
https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240307-02
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Eski Sevgiliden Olur Mu?
Audio Drama
İki eski sevgili. Yağız ve Lara. Yıllar sonra, yer; Ankara. Zamanında yaşanamayan bir aşk, şimdiki zamana ait olabilir mi? Berk Alan’ın yönettiği, başrollerinde Sertan Müsellim ve Fulden Nartur’un oynadığı yeni podcast dizisi “Eski Sevgiliden Olur Mu?” yayında!
https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240303-04
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Critting the Nerdverse
Audio RPG
An actual play podcast collaboration between Crossing the Nerdverse and 2 Legit 2 Crit. We play our own take on Blades in the Dark and follow the Rebel Clause as they rise to power in a world inspired by different holidays.
https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240303-05
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✩༺♥༻✩ ━ ❝ I didn’t know where else to go ❞
✪ 。゜ ⠀ ☆ 。゜ ⠀ ★ Answered » { Juniper }
✦ — * ⠀ / ⠀ 𝙁𝙄𝙇𝙀𝘿 𝙐𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍 ⠀﹕⠀ ❪ @lcstinfantasy ❫
When Ashley first met Juniper, it was through a friend of a friend and completely by chance. Because they had shown up at a midnight café he was at, had snuck upon him as he was swiping through social media as he calmed down for the night. Was honestly debating on connecting JD when they made their presence known, so that was quickly forgotten as he turned his attention to them. Spending hours talking to them before parting and after several repeats, the male considered the female a friend.
But even still when Juni showed up at his door step in wee morning hours, Ash had been caught by surprise. He hadn't expected anyone to show up this late but the fact she did, only made him worry. Especially after the silence was broken. ❝Well that doesn't sound all that good but no worries, I don't mind.❞ The rockstar voiced before moving aside. ❝Come on in and make yourself at home, I'm here if you need to talk or we don't have to talk, we can just hang. Whatever you want but I have to ask, are you okay?❞
#☯ 。゜ ⠀ ☆ ⠀ 。゜ ⠀ ★ 𝙁𝙄𝙇𝙀𝘿 𝙐𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍 ﹕Ashley#♚↬ᴏɴᴇ ᴅᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇʏ′ʟʟ ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴛᴀʟᴇѕ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜ↫♚ ✘Asks✘#♚↬ʀɪᴘᴘᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴇᴅɢᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ᴀ ᴍᴀѕᴛᴇʀᴘɪᴇᴄᴇ↫♚ ✘Chats✘#♛➺ Juniper ⠀。゜ ⠀ ☆ ── { lcstinfantasy }#lcstinfantasy#✦ 。゜ ✧ - ̗̀ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 ─── ❪ Main ❫
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Loving Juniper
story synopsis: Loving Juniper is the story of Miami and Juniper falling in love and growing up with one another. After Juniper Lauder moves to Galena, Illinois from Rhinebeck, New York in the fall of 1998, she meets Miami Mejia, who instantly becomes her best friend.
wc: 2k
this story is on wattpad. where chapters will be primarily posted.
𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝐭𝐡, 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟖 •• Chapter 1
My mom hates me. It is four in the afternoon and she is yelling at me as if my windows aren't open and we don't have neighbors. Well, the neighbors wouldn't even be able to hear us as we have a backyard the size of Alaska and they've been living in Galena since the town was founded. But that doesn't matter. What does matter is that she is yelling at me with enough hatred in her chest to kill off the Grinch.
"Why are you so mad?" I ask her as I pick up my scattered boots and slip them onto my feet.
"Juniper!" she exclaims. "You were supposed to clean your room this morning! That is the one task I gave you: Make your room feel like home."
I roll my eyes behind her back and pick up my hoodie from the ball of clothes begging to be shoved into my new Ikea dressers. And I roll my eyes again at how white and pristine everything in my room is.
We–no, my parents–decided it would be a good idea to start fresh before moving to Galena. And when I say fresh, I do not mean 'clean all of our belongings and spray the new house with holy water.' I mean fresh in the 'sell all of your furniture and spend a fortune on new furniture to replenish all of the 'harmful' memories stuck on our old shit' way. So, most of what inhabits our new home on the hill doesn't feel anything like home; it just feels like I walked into an open house.
I stand up as my mom is still demanding I clean my room and turn to see her eyeballs nearly popping out of her skull. I realize I have to leave, and fast, but I'm still fourteen and if I just leave, she'll lock all of the doors and windows and let me sleep on our porch. So I sigh and say, "It's just been hard... adjusting," because it isn't 100% false.
I had no attachment to Rhinebeck. I lived in New York State, not New York City. There were no blinding lights and ear-shattering commotion gluing my feet to the dirty pavement. Nor was there any person begging me to stay. I had no friends except for my parents and my pet chihuahua who died last spring. So... all there was holding me down to Rhinebeck was my room and its outdated furniture.
My mom sighs as well and places her hand on my shoulder. I place my hand atop hers, as if to comfort her, but all I'm really trying to do is pull her off me so I can walk through our personal forest in the backyard.
"I understand this is hard for you," she tells me, her once exploding eyes now sunken into her sockets and turning into a light shade of gray. "But I promise this town will do you some good. It's a fresh new start! You can make some friends and then we'll finally have more people to talk to."
I nod. I should just shut up and walk out into the patch of trees, but I want to suck out all of my moms reasonings for moving us out here before I do so. So I ask, "Why couldn't we have moved to New York City instead of Illinois? Like, I don't even know how to pronounce Illinois. Is the 'S' silent or not?"
She laughs and drags her hand off me. "Are you really mad that we moved here because you don't know how to pronounce Illinois? And yes, the 'S' is silent."
"No, that's not why, but it's good to know now. I just think that it would have been better for me to spend the last five years of my education in the city. It is an entirely different universe in New York City and it's only two hours away from Rhinebeck."
"It's too crowded in the city, you know that."
I scoff. I shouldn't hold as much attitude as I do because my mom is giving me her reasons. But somehow, they aren't enough.
"It's only the three of us, mom."
My mom looks around at my messy room before walking towards my door. She stares at my outfit: a wrinkled long sleeve under my wrinkled jean overalls and my pair of rusty boots. She disapproves, I know it, but she remains silent on the matter. Instead, she says, "I have a good feeling you'll do great here, so stop fighting me on it. Now go do whatever the hell you were going to do to get out of this mess. But you better be back in your room by six, or else you'll have to sleep on the porch."
"Yes ma'am," I say, saluting her and quickly marching out of my room. I run down the stairs, grab my satchel off the last step, and make my way to the forest.
Galena is beautiful during the fall. The town stays true to the climate of the season: never exceeding 60 degrees nor falling below 27. The slight breeze that flows through the bright muddy trees strikes my body, nibbling on my skin to give me a taste of the winter. And I welcome it all because the scenery in which I am walking through is too beautiful for me not to.
The floor beneath me is damp. I can slip and slide if I don't correctly step over the tendrils of tree roots, so I make sure I watch where I'm walking.
Every step I take is another glance upwards at the tall trees. Then at the patch of rippling water only five to eight minutes away. I know stepping into water with it being 55 degrees is like committing suicide, but I imagine it as stepping into an ice bath–the kind athletes take to relieve pain and what-not. It'll relieve the pain in my ass from sitting in the car for sixteen hours and the sadness from selling all of my old furniture.
The idea of numbing or ridding all of the stress on my poor shoulders makes me walk somewhat faster. However, I do keep an eye on the ground because it's no longer tree roots that are my main concern, there are now rocks–big fat rocks that lead me to the creek. I mount some of them, hopping from one to the other with great balance.
But as I jump onto my fifth rock, I hear clanking. I jump off and find my footing before I slip down the slope in front of me. I look out into the opening of the creek and find a girl by a pile of rocks and tree trunks. She has sticks in her hands, smacking them against one another for what I assume is a fire.
She has brown skin that shines even in the cold. Her dark hair is pulled into a messy bun with curly strands poking out in every direction. She doesn't have on a bathing suit, rather a sports bra and humongous basketball shorts tied around her waist by the strings in the front. I can see her clearly even though the sun peeking through the trees is beginning to fade.
She's the first girl I've seen in Galena. Sure, I passed by the streets of Galena yesterday and saw girls, but this is the girl I can accurately make out.
I step down and try to keep my grasp on the rock beside me, but the ground is now muddy and I can't accurately walk down. I try to find my footing, but as I place my left foot down, I slip. I slide down a few feet and shout a few cuss words. I hope I fell gracefully, but no one looks good falling down a muddy slope, not even a French supermodel.
I sit up and look down at my dirty overalls and boots. Mud is piled up at the bottom of my Dr. Martens and if I stand, I'm sure I'll fall into the water and accidentally drown. So what I do is face my failure and watch the girl run over with a terrorized look on her face. Thankfully it isn't humor wrinkling it up.
She reaches out a hand once she's at my feet and I cautiously extend my own. "I'll slip again," I tell her.
She shakes her head. "You won't. I promise," she says as she eagerly shakes her hand out.
I tightly grab her hand and place my other hand on her forearm. She pulls me up and places my arm over her shoulder. Her left hand hovers over my waist and she slowly walks over to her original side of the creek.
"Are you hurt?" she asks as she sets me down on a rock.
I shake my legs and arms, trying to catch a sharp pain hiding in my body. But nothing comes out so I say, "No, I'm fine. Thank you for helping me."
She shrugs. "You could've hit your head. I had to make sure you didn't die on my watch."
I chuckle. The girl bends down and picks up her sticks. She slams them against one another and grumbles when she doesn't see a spark. I laugh again because she isn't even doing it right.
She looks at me with furrowed brows and spits out, "What?"
I lift up my hands in mock surrender and shake my head. "Nothing. You're just kind of... doing it wrong."
"How is it done then?" she asks, shoving the sticks into my hands.
I grab them and sit them on my lap. "I actually don't know," I tell her. "I've seen my dad do it but when men speak about building fires and living in the wilderness, I kind of tune them out. All I know is that you're supposed to rub a stick against another stick. Then there's the force of friction and ta-da, a fire."
"Hm," she hums. "Cool."
"Why are you trying to start a fire anyway?"
She sits down criss-cross in front of me and picks at the rocks, throwing some behind me at the pile of wood. "I get bored," she says. "And what are you doing here anyway?"
"Just moved in," I say and point up, way past the trees, at the peak of one of the mansions. "Up the hill."
The girl's eyes go wide. "Up the hill?"
I purse my lips and say, "Yeah... is that a bad thing?"
"No, it's just where all the rich people live. Are you rich?"
I shrug. I've never focused on exactly how much money my parents have, I just know that they have a lot. "Yeah, I guess so."
"Hmmm," she hums again, but this time it's an observant hum. She glances down at my outfit–the dirty Nirvana shirt and the worn out overalls with patches on the knees. She skips my boots; she already knows what they look like. "My name is Miami by the way."
"Miami?" I ask, stunned. I have never met anyone with the name 'Miami' before. I'd heard of Brooklyn, Paris, Austin, Texas, and Charlotte, but never Miami.
"Yeah," she says with a huge smile on her face. "I was born in Miami on a last minute trip. I know it's weird but a lot of Hispanic parents name their kids after some of the most random cities, states and countries. I had friends named America, Italia, and Pennsylvania."
"Oh. I get it." I nod and offer my understanding. "Also, my name is Juniper. Like Jupiter... but not. People call me June, so you can call me that."
Miami giddily rolls on the balls of her feet and smiles vibrantly. It's almost like the sun has decided to stay out to play a little longer. "Can I call you Junie?" she asks.
I violently shake my head and say, "Absolutely not. My dad used to call me that when I was little. It brings back embarrassment."
She cackles. "Well, worth a try." Then she turns around and begins walking alongside the water. She picks up a rock and throws it across the creek, and I watch it bounce off another rock and plop into the water. She must believe I'm following her, because she begins to speak.
I quickly jump off my pointy seat and scrape my boots against the gravel. I run up beside her and listen to her talking about how exciting the water is. It jumps around, bouncing off the rocks and tree trunks glued to the creek floor.
"Are you going to swim?" I question, even though I can feel her wet shorts that on their own, say, 'I've already gone on a swim.'
"Maybe," she says.
I run over to the water and place my hands into the stream. It bites my fingers and I quickly pull them back, stuffing them into my pockets. "How do you not get cold?"
She jumps into the light stream. She has no shoes on, which alarms me for a second before I realize she has done this many times before. "Sometimes I swim in December before it freezes over. And then I come to ice skate."
"And you don't get hypothermia?"
She shakes her head. "I just jump in and sit for a second. I go down for three seconds. I used to turn a little blue at first but I'm okay now."
"Oh," I grumble. I don't ask any more questions about the water. I just look around at the beautiful scenery and how the leaves have avoided the running stream. They land on our heads, land at our feet, but never into the water. It's as though they are forbidden by the stream. Somehow casted away by mother nature. Maybe she is preserving it for Miami.
We turn back around once the creek has turned into a small stream, and talk about how I am now her friend. "We can meet here after school. I get out at 3:00 and then I eat and change. I come down here at four." She rubs her shoulder against mine and asks, "What about you?"
"I get out at 3:00 too."
She thinks for a moment, piecing imaginary puzzle pieces in her head. I can tell she's trying to figure out where my new school is. "Are you going to Galena Middle School?"
I nod. "Yeah, I am. I could have told you if you asked. You didn't have to guess."
"Eh, I wanted to. What grade are you in?"
"Eighth," I say. "I'm fourteen."
"Cool," she exclaims. "Me too. Do you know your first period yet?"
I sigh. Not because I'm sad that I don't have this information yet, but because starting at a new school means being ogled at, and having to introduce myself to people that have no space for me in their groups anymore. Being new means catching up, and trying to understand dozens of materials I wasn't even taught at Rhinebeck. It's all too nerve-racking.
"No, I don't."
Miami squeals and leaps into the main portion of the creek. "I'll tell Principal Reeves to let me show you around then."
I nod. She jumps up again and again and then reaches out a hand. I can't grab it, I'm too far away, but I take a few steps to be closer to her. My boots touch the water and I shiver even though my toes are protected.
"C'mon. Jump in. You have to clean yourself up anyway."
"I can't, I'll get hypothermia."
She frowns and runs over to me. She pulls my hands from my sides and cups them with her insanely cold fingers. "Come. On. Please!"
I study her face for a moment. I look at her vivid white smile that cuts her lips each time she opens her mouth; the dip in her nose that projects the slight bulb of the tip. Her messy bun is becoming undone and her curls are slapping her face whenever the wind blows.
Miami might be mother nature, I think. There are many reasons why I think so, but the main reason is that she blends into the water and trees. But one concern is that I am already submerged in water and I have no idea how. I want to scream out a billion expletives, but I stick to the silence. It allows me to ask myself, 'Is mother nature convincing? Or did Miami just hypnotize me?'
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Sister Dearest (Part Two; Rain )
It's raining. Jack huddles closer to his sister, because it's raining and rain makes people sick. His sister is warm, and she's holding him close to her chest as she walks as fast as she dares.
It's raining. It's cold, but its fine, because it washes away the blood mess. Its raining in Gotham, nothing new. Juniper pulls her brother closer, because he's so so small, and Pneumonia would kill him. Juniper walks as fast as she can, because they have to move, because they need to get to an actual shelter. Theres one on 65th that doesn't ask questions.
It's raining. His sister pulls him close under the safety of her dull yellow jacket. He lost track of what street they were walking on about 6 left turns ago. Juniper woke him up this morning in a rush, with all of their things packed away in her mouldy duffel bag. She picked him up, and started walking away from their little corner. Jack doesn't know where she's taking them now.
It's two blocks, a left then down a little alley way until the red awning. James said that the woman who ran it was good people. She trusted James with her life, and, more importantly, her baby brothers. Jamie said that she didn't ask no questions and didn't give out no pity. That she offered work to the kids over 14. Junipers' 16. (16 - she should be in school, celebrating a sweet 16. Not huddling under the red awning James said would be there. She should be eating cake, not making a deal to work 12 hours a day for 3 meals a day and a roof over her and her brothers head.)
Juniper stopped under some red fabric, by a door that had Ω carved in to the lower right-hand corner. Jack didn't like the look on the woman who opened the doors face. It's tanned with the sun and wrinkled but not in the kind way Ms. H's was. (One day, not to long from here, looking into the eyes of a would-be victim, he'll realise that its from stress and frowning to much. Today he's 9 and 1/6 and he can barley write his own name.)
Juniper follows the woman, Madam O'Leary, further into the shelter. O'Leary leads her to a room with a faded blue door and an oleander flower painted on in painfully bright orange. "It's got a toilet n' sink off ta' th' lef'." Madam announced , "twa beds' but I dinne ken ta' state o' the sheets" Juniper nods as the old woman opens the door, "Come see ma, jus' in th' broon door, when th' youngin's asleep" Juniper closes the door behind her, and settles her brother -who's drifting off, after coming into the warmth - on to the bed which looks like it's sturdier and has thicker blankets. She makes sure he's asleep, then leaves the room, locking it with the key O'Leary slipped her during their conversation at the front door. Juniper Napier knocks on the brown door.
Jack Napier falls asleep in a hazy warmth for the first time in months.
Juniper Napier strikes a deal with the devil, and tries not to see the blood on her hands.
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~Part One~ ~Part Two~
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Smashed Cups
Summary: After the way he freaked out on Tuesday, there’s no way Juniper can leave his room again. Not when his housemates might see him - they must think him a freak.
Word count: 2.5k
Content warnings: panic attack, insufficient eating, self-deprecating thoughts, anxiety
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It was six o’clock, and he was hungry. Half past six. Seven. Seven o’clock, and he was listening at his door, trying to figure out if there was anybody in the kitchen. He couldn’t tell - the kitchen was downstairs, after all. Better not risk it. Eight o’clock. Half past eight. His stomach had been complaining quietly for the past five hours, ever since it had realised that he had skipped lunch; it was starting to get hard to ignore. Twenty minutes later, he heard the sound of footsteps passing his door - he definitely couldn’t go out now. What if they were still in the corridor? What if they saw him? He couldn’t let them see him. And then it was after nine, and they’d all be curled up on the couch together, and they’d see him if he tried to sneak past to get to the kitchen. Half nine. Ten. They’d still be there. What if they fell asleep on the couch?
And suddenly it was midnight. He couldn’t go down to get some food now. What if he knocked into something, or dropped a plate and woke everyone up?
No, he should wait until tomorrow. It wasn’t a big deal.
With a small groan, Juniper stood, and realised that his legs had taken the opportunity of his being curled up against his bedroom door for the last few hours to cramp up. Typical.
Not bothering to undress, the brunet climbed into bed and pulled his duvet up to his ears. The weight of the covers calmed him a little, and he suddenly realised how tired he was. Juniper had barely gotten any sleep the previous night, and adrenaline had been spiking through him all day. Now, though - now he could relax. Nobody was going to come looking for him in the early hours of the morning to tease or ridicule or worse, treat him as though he were made of glass. Sleep slipped over him like a shroud: dark, warm, empty of light or dreams.
The next morning, his head felt full of sand, and he was aware from the moment he awoke that his stomach was empty. What time was it? Rolling over with a quiet groan, he peered at the glowing green digits of the clock on the cabinet beside his bed: 06:27. Half six. Too early. Maybe nobody else would be awake yet - it was only the start of term, so it wasn’t as though anybody would be getting up early to prepare for a long day of classes, or else to start revising early to make sure they had a free evening. Actually, half six was pretty early to wake up even during the middle of term.
If he was going to go to get something to eat today, now would be a good time. If he was lucky, Juniper would be able to grab enough to last him for the rest of the day - then he wouldn’t need to risk going back down to the kitchen at all. It wasn’t as though he would need to be anywhere today, after all. There was nothing wrong with hiding out for another day. Nothing wrong at all.
Despite reassuring himself that nobody would be awake to hear him, his heart was pounding in his throat as he pushed open the slightly creaky bedroom door and tip-toed across the hallway to the stairs. The small house was almost completely silent, which made the squeak of the third step of the staircase uncomfortably loud: almost enough to drive Juniper back to his room, but not quite. His stomach was protesting its emptiness quite loudly, after all - and he was suddenly half-remembering an article he might have read last year, something about the stomach starting to digest itself if left without food for too long?
The tiles of the kitchen floor were freezing on his bare feet.
Maybe he should get something to drink while he was down here, too. If he could get enough caffeine into his system, maybe he’d be able to go over enough lecture notes to justify not having left his room since Tuesday. If anybody asked, he’d have proof that he wasn’t avoiding them, per se, proof that they didn’t need to feel guilty about not wanting him around because he was very busy anyway, and-
Focus.
First things first, cereal. There was a half-empty pack of cornflakes in Jupiter’s kitchen cupboard; he got halfway through pouring a bowl for himself before giving up and stuffing a handful into his mouth, swallowing before he had even half finished chewing. They were uncomfortably scratchy against his dry throat, but that didn’t stop him from inhaling another two fistfuls before pausing for breath.
He had just stacked an apple and an orange on top of the small pile of food in his arms (featuring the cornflake pack, four slices of bread, a tin of tuna, two bags of crisps, and a bottle of water) and picked up his coffee awkwardly in the more free of his two hands when someone cleared their throat behind him. “Ju? What are you doing?”
Juniper choked on a fresh mouthful of cornflakes. One hand rose automatically to cover his mouth as he coughed, and the mug of coffee fell to the floor and shattered. Boiling liquid splashed over his frozen feet. “Sh- Shit! J- Jacks, I - shit!”
The food in his arms had cascaded after the coffee as he turned, landing among the shards of broken china and hot, dark liquid. The tall figure in the doorway moved forward and Juniper took a step backward, his heart already in his throat as he swallowed the last fragments of cereal.
“Ju, are-”
“I - I’ll be out of your way in a second, let me just clean up, I-”
“Ju, stop, it’s-”
“It - it was my mug, it’s not a problem, I didn’t think anyone would be up - I didn’t mean to bother you, I’ll be gone in just a-” He was rambling, already crouching to start scooping food back into his arms, the bread turning to mush under his shaking hands and the words on the back of the crisp packet beginning to blur as his breathing quickened. How could he have forgotten? Jacks was usually up first. It must be later than he thought it was, and now he had screwed up again, twice already this morning, three times if the horrible, sick feeling in his stomach grew any worse, he-
“Juniper.” Hands landed on his shoulders, and he flinched backward automatically. Looking up, he saw the thick rims of Jacks’ glasses, a frown furrowing the forehead above them. They were mad - he had screwed up and they were mad and now he was freaking out in front of them and his heart was hammering in his chest and he could barely breathe - “Juniper. It’s okay. It’s just a mug. Relax.”
“Nonononono, I - I’m sorry, I - I’ve ju-just gotta - I’m fuh-fine, I’m fine, I’m fine I’m fine I’m-” There was no way Jacks was going to be convinced by that, but Juniper’s mouth kept going, seemingly detached from the rest of his brain. His shoulders were hunched to his ears and his hands had clenched into fists and-
“Okay. Okay. It’s okay, Ju. How about we just breathe, yeah? Just for a minute. Breathe with me, that’s it. Ready?” Jacks’ voice was even, and even though Juniper shook his head his brain latched onto the words.
“Can’t - can’t, I’m fine, fine, I’m-”
“That’s okay. Let’s just try it. Ready? In. Two, three, four, and out, two, three…” But Juniper barely made it past two before exhaling again in an unsteady rush, a dry sob tearing itself from his chest. “It’s okay. No biggie. In, two, three, four… And out. Two, three, that’s okay, Ju, and in, two…”
“- I - I’m suh - I’m sorry - I’m-” There was a gentle pressure on his hands, Juniper realised suddenly - Jacks was squeezing his fists. This wasn’t how Jacks wanted to spend their time. This wasn’t how anyone would want to spend their time. He was ruining everything. Again. He couldn’t even get some food without messing up, he was just -
“In, two, three, four… You’re safe, Ju, just breathe… three, four, and out, two… That’s it… in, two, three, four…”
Juniper wasn’t sure how long they had been sat there, him hunched and shaking but gradually managing to time his breathing to his housemate’s quiet counting, Jacks cross-legged and calm, cold coffee staining trousers and feet alike, when there was movement by the door. It was obvious the second the newcomer saw the mess he had made, and Juniper felt the panic swirling back up his throat again as he flinched backward. Not someone else seeing him like this. He couldn’t bear the idea that Jacks was here for this, let alone the idea of anybody else watching him tear to pieces.
“J, what’s - fuck, what the fuck? Juniper, are-”
“Come back later, Noah. Everything’s going to be okay. That’s it, Ju, just focus on me, it’s okay…”
“Are you sure? I can clean up - fuck, you need help and-”
“Go away, Noah. Go back to bed.”
“No, I - I want to help, J, Ju, what can I do?”
Jacks seemed to know what Juniper was thinking even before he started shaking his head, ragged breathing shifting back toward unsteady gasps as the iron bands around his chest tightened. “Fuck. Off, Noah.”
Silence. Silence, other than his panicked breathing and his quiet sobs and - and then footsteps, and the blurry figure in the doorway was gone. Jacks exhaled slowly before turning back to look at him with red-rimmed eyes, and guilt rose like bile in Juniper’s throat.
“I - I’m sorry - Juh- Jacks, he’s - you shuh - shouldn’t ha-”
“He’ll forgive me. He’s just worried about you, Juniper. We both are. Do you want to try breathing again?”
“He’s yuh-your -”
“We’re going to go back to the breathing. Forget about Noah. Inhale, that’s it, one, two, three, four… And out again, two, three, four… Inhale…”
Gradually, painfully slowly, Juniper found himself calming down. Jacks’ voice was easy to focus on, it was steady and tranquil and safe. They weren’t mad. They weren’t angry with him, not like they should be, not like he deserved them to be. When his shoulders finally slumped, Jacks gave him a soft, encouraging smile, and squeezed his hands again. “There we go…”
“I’m sorry…” He had said it before, of course, said it many times already that morning, but now Juniper’s voice was a hoarse whisper and no longer shaking. The dark-haired person in front of him shook their head and reached up to rest a hand against his cheek, thumb swiping at the remaining tears in the corner of his eye.
“You don’t have to apologise, Ju. It’s okay. It’s okay.”
A few seconds passed in in silence again, a quieter silence than before. When Juniper looked up through his untidy bangs at his companion, Jacks seemed to be chewing on the inside of their cheek. He didn’t really have the energy to be properly worried about what his housemate was thinking, but when Jacks didn’t volunteer it immediately Juniper took a slow breath.
“What is it?” Did his voice have to be so scratchy? He sounded pathetic. Then again, wasn’t he?
“I’m just thinking.” Jacks paused, and Juniper’s stomach gave a weak jolt. It had to be something bad, or the other wouldn’t be spending so long trying to corral their thoughts into working order.
“... About?”
“You. This.” Something must have shown on his face, because this time Jacks rushed to fill the silence. “Nothing bad, I promise. I’m just… Worried. Something happened on Tuesday night, and then nobody saw you yesterday, and then this h-”
“I’m sorr-”
“Ju, please stop apologising. It’s okay. You didn’t do anything wrong, I’m just - ugh.” The hand that had been cupping Juniper’s cheek had dropped to rest against its owner’s knee, fingers dipping briefly into the cold-coffee puddle between them, and Jacks seemed to realise the mess they were sitting in. “Ew. We’re both gross now…”
“S - I mean, I’ll clean it up, let m-” Juniper’s words were cut off yet again as Jacks waved a slender hand.
“I’ll get it. Always cleaning up after people, that’s me - and don’t you dare apologise, that was a joke really.” Dark eyes ran briefly over Juniper’s half-slumped figure, taking in his messy hair and rumpled hoodie, coffee-stained pyjama trousers and bare feet now purple with cold and red where the boiling liquid had splashed across them. Juniper wanted to apologise again. He was a mess, and Jacks had just had to spend he didn’t know how long calming him down, and now they were going to clean up after him? It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair at all. Still, he held his tongue, and then Jacks was standing and extending a hand to pull him to his feet. “Here’s what you’re going to do. You, Juniper Washing Machine Owens -”
A weak chuckle left his chest, and they beamed at him. “Not even close, and you know it.”
“- are going to go upstairs and take a shower, and then you’re going to put on some fresh clothes, and then you’re going to get your ass back down here and eat whatever I can persuade Noah to make. I’d like to talk about this later, though. If that’s okay with you.”
Juniper hesitated, eyes darting away from his housemate and toward the floor, and Jacks caught the motion. They squeezed his hand gently again.
“Nothing bad. Promise. I just want to make sure you’re alright. Go on, dude. Go shower. I’ve got caffeinated bread mush to clean up. Go on. Get out of here.”
He hesitated a moment longer; Jacks waved a hand at him in a shoo-ing motion and Juniper chuckled again in spite of himself. Nodding once, he made his way slowly out of the kitchen, trying to ignore how numb his feet had become. He was half way up the stairs when, out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a green-haired figure slipping into the kitchen and heard the murmur of voices. Were they talking about him? Had Jacks been lying when they sa- Then Juniper remembered Noah trying to help, and Jacks’ reaction, and felt guilty again. He appreciated Jacks sending their boyfriend away, but… No, they were going to be okay. It hadn’t even been a fight, really, and Jacks and Noah were really good together. He could apologise to Noah later, and if there was a problem he could pull the blame onto himself. It would be okay.
And then he was outside his bedroom door again, and he had to focus on finding clean clothes.
Half an hour later, curled up under a blanket on the battered blue couch in the main room and clutching a plate of pancakes almost shaped like octopi, Juniper had to admit that he felt a little better. Jacks hadn’t been angry with him. Noah didn’t think he was a freak. Quint, apparently, hadn’t even noticed him freaking out on Tuesday, and had been mildly concerned not to see him the previous day (of course, that was just what Jacks and Noah said - Quint was rarely up before eleven - but they had no reason to lie to him). They didn’t think he was stupid, or crazy.
They just wanted him to be alright.
And, for now, he was.
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❀ ﾟ. ༄ ┊ 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐘 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐄 ( 𝐩𝐭. 𝐢𝐢 ) ;
( HOW DELICATE LOVE IS, THIS EBB & FLOW OF SERENITY. )
characters : childe / thoma / xiao
fandom : genshin impact
quote cr : juniper vale - the expanse
↬ childe ࿐ ࿔
childe has always been meant for greater things. in his future, he envisions it all : CONQUEST, POWER, & DESTRUCTION. but in his present arises LOVE , and he does not know what to make of it.
it is a fascinating feeling, the knowing of a belonging. in the abyss he found the hunger for survival and cold fury, and in you, he found the yearning for love and infatuation.
delicate is the way he treads with a wavering heart, sinews lined with chaos and calamity and hesitation and the wanting. childe doesn't know what this type of love is supposed to mean, doesn't know what it's supposed to be, and whether it is right-- this act of pretending like it is his, like it is meant for him. ( but he is made of facades, and he always will be, so maybe this is okay, and maybe he can have this love. )
in the winter, childe holds you close to him. there is no better way to warm up, he claims, and what's there to lose? after all, you can steal some of his body heat and cuddle with him. it's a win-win situation, and even though you roll your eyes at his theatrics, you always give into the comfort of being held.
"i could hold you like this forever." he says with a dramatic sigh, and he almost thinks that your arms wrap around his neck just a little bit tighter.
he expects you to brush him off, make light of his silly words just as you normally do, but you look at him with a gaze so gentle that he almost thinks that maybe this is it-- that love is the endgame for him, and this is all he really needs, power and superiority be damned. with you at his side, what more could he ask for?
you smile, pinch his nose ever so softly before pressing a kiss to it.
"well, what's stopping you, ajax?"
( nothing, he realizes. you are his everything, and he will do everything in his power to cherish you. )
↬ thoma ࿐ ࿔
thoma is made of gentle beings & love never ending ; in the strings of a tender heart, there is a reverence so pure that not even the gods could understand what worship means.
thoma is in love with you and there is not one day where you are not reminded of this. because there is love to be found in the little things, you both learn: in the way you both wake early with the intention of surprising each other with breakfast, only to wake up at the same time, hearts full and the air filled with laughter as you cook together in compromise. in the way you slow dance in the place you've made a home together at 2:38am, in the way he finds peace in the warmth of your hug as if it were second nature when he comes home after a tedious day of tasks.
thoma is in love with you, and he always tells you this. because to him, love flows in his bloodstream, and how lightly does he carry it with him everywhere he goes. you feel it with every touch, every word-- every glance, every fleeting moment with him, and what a wonderful thing to drown in, this feeling of adoration.
you wake before sunrise, vision blurred as you adjust to the darkness of the bedroom. besides you is the person you love & the person you have decided to spend the rest of your life with, and the smile that graces your lips is one of genuine solace.
you fell asleep holding hands & you wake to his still in yours, his grasp still firm. you tighten your hold the slightest bit; he stirs in his sleep, awakens from his slumber.
you almost apologize for the disruption, but the sight of your tranquility is a blessed one to wake to, and he smiles a smile that is even brighter than the sun, you think.
"good early morning," thoma says, and you nearly laugh at the way his voice cracks, "i love you."
"good early morning," you whisper, pressing a kiss against his temple, "i love you."
↬ xiao ࿐ ࿔
loneliness is a dull blade; twists itself into his existence, burrows into remnants of misery, and leaves its presence there. it is known and untouched, and perhaps even deserved-- because the removal of such a thing can only lead to the pouring and pouring of sorrow, and a yaksha does not know if the pain would be worth it until it healed and scarred.
the loneliness has always been there, he thinks, and he does not indulge into his thoughts too much for his own sake. but it dissipates when you come into his life, and of all the people he has met, he believes you are the one he cherishes the most.
"xiao," your fingers trail down his neck, touch delicate and exalted, "what do the dreams taste like?"
he shivers under the graze of your fingertips. he wonders if it is from the way you speak his name or the feeling of you.
there is a lump in his throat and he cannot seem to rid of it. he swallows hard, noticing the slight amusement and curiosity that adorns your features. how lovely does the moon's light shine brightly on you, and xiao realizes that he has always found you beautiful, whether under the night sky or the sun's rays-- no matter where you are, he will always look at you with affection in his eyes.
he separates himself from his pride, lips pressing against yours in a kiss made of sacredness and love known. the dreams were once bitter in times of darkness, but now, they taste like nostalgia. like days remembered and times unforgotten. they taste sweet, meant to be held dearly to one's memories.
he breaks the contact, too flustered to notice the way you chase after his touch for only a brief moment. pink hues color his cheeks, and instinctively, he buries his face in your neck to hide his embarrassment.
"it tastes like love." he mumbles against your skin; your laughter is light as a feather, happiness laced throughout, and he thinks it is a miracle that his face can get even hotter.
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Yours, Mine, Ours: Chapter 6
Single-Dad!Chris Evans X Single-Mom!Reader
Series MasterList
Series Summary: Your husband Caspian Richardson Senior died while serving in the military, so you move your three sons to Boston, MA. Where you meet an actor and his sweet daughter.
Chapter Summary: Caspian babysits Juniper.
Series Warnings: Death of a spouse/parent, divorce of parents, grief, military death, fluff, angst.
Chapter Warnings: Fluff.
"Okay, I'll be back by 10. All emergency contact numbers are on the fridge, her bedtime is 9, there's pizza for money or leftovers in the fridge." Chris explained to Caspian. "Juniper be good for Caspian."
"Okay." June said smiling.
"We'll have a blast! Don't worry Chris if anything happens I'll call I promise." Caspian assured.
"Okay. Bye Bug." Chris hugged juniper before he left.
"Okay kiddo what do you want to do?" Caspian knelt to the height of the 4 year old.
"Makeover!" She exclaimed. He chuckled and followed the toddler to her bedroom.
"Okay so do you want to give me a makeover first or do you want makeover first?" He asked once in her room.
"You do me first." June said sitting on her bed. He smiled instructing her to close her eyes before he looked in her bin of dress up stuff. He grabbed a tiara, a feather boa, before he found pink star sunglasses. He dressed the girl up before handing her a tutu to put on over the leggings she's wearing. She put it on before he directed her to her mirror.
"I'm so pretty!" She said happily. "Sit down!" She demanded pushing him to the bed. He did so before letting her dress him up.
Eventually he was allowed to open his eyes. He was in multiple feather boas, a pink sun hat, heart sunglasses and she had put lipstick on him.
"Where did you get lipstick?" He asked her keeping in a laugh about the outfit.
"Aunt Shanna left it." She shrugged. "Do you like your outfit?"
"I love it! Let's take a photo together and send it to your dad okay?" He offered she happily nodded her head.
He snapped a photo in the mirror and sent it to Chris as well as you. After they played a little more he ordered a pizza. They played a bit more, Chris checked in once. It was clear Chris was worried about leaving his daughter with a teen her hadn't known for that long. It's only been 3 months since you moved in and two since he met you and your sons. Chris did save the photo Caspian sent he found it adorable he decided to send it to his family's group chat since he knew they'd find it cute too.
"Okay June are you able put your pajamas on your own?" Caspian ask her after she picked her pajamas out.
"I can try." She told him.
"Okay I'll wait right outside the door come get me if you need help." He told her. She came out with her shirt on backwards but the pants were on correctly. "Okay here put your arms in your shirt." She did so and he turned her shirt around while it was on her. "There you go kiddo. What movie?"
"Descendants!" She told him he smiled leaning down.
"Okay get on my back I'll give you a piggyback ride to the kitchen for snacks!" He told her. Juniper smiled jumping on his back. Soon they had their snacks and were sat on the couch. Juniper had her head on Caspian's lap a bag of goldfish in front of her. Dodger was on Caspian's other side asleep.
Chris walked in at ten on the dot as he promised, he expected to see Caspian watching some random show or playing on his phone. He didn't expect to see Caspian asleep laying on the couch and Juniper laying beside him resting her head on his arm. Dodger was laying on Caspian. Chris smiled taking a photo before sending it to you.
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You opened the message from Chris smiling at the photo and saving it. You text him back. He asked if you want him to send Caspian hope or just pet him sleep. You tell him to just let him sleep if he doesn't mind Caspian sleeping on his couch. He says it's okay and that he'll send Caspian home that morning.
You yawned texting him back before deciding you could get ready for bed as Jace had a baseball game early that morning, then Connor had a soccer game right after. You also had to take your youngest two sons to doctors appointments.
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"Bye Chris! Sorry again for falling asleep on your couch. Bye Juni!" Caspian shouts before he ran down the driveway. "Hey, mom." Caspian smiled walking into your house.
"Hey, buddy did you sleep well?" You asked.
"Yeah." He nodded. "I'm going to go get dress so we can go to Jace's game." He said before hurrying up the stairs smiling at his baby brother who was walking down the stairs carrying his stuff.
"Mom! I can't find my cleats." Connor told you tossing his bag down.
"Buddy they're on the shoe rack." You told him. He hurried to the front door where a shoe rack sat, three of the pairs of shoes were wrapped in plastic bags to avoid dirtying the house and the car up. He stuffed his pair in his bag with the plastic bag still on them before putting on his sneakers.
"Okay mom! I'm ready!" He said walking in with his bag.
"You look great sweetheart now eat up." You push the plate toward him.
"You got it mom." Connor sat at the table eating his breakfast with Jace.
Soon you were sitting at Jace's game cheering him on.
"Run! Run!" Caspian screamed at the fence to his little brother. "Keep going! Go go go!!!"
"Come on Jace!"
"Keep going!" Caspian waved his brother on as Jace passed the third base looking at his brother. "Go!!" You smiled fondly at your oldest son, you don't think he noticed that he was doing exactly what his father used to at his t-ball games. "Yes!!! Good job Jace! That's my brother!" He screamed making you laugh. Jace just got the game-winning home run.
"Yes!" Connor exclaimed finally looking at the field from where he was busy snacking on goldfish.
"Good job sweetheart!" You cheer. Soon Jace was walking over to you his bag in tow ready to hurry to Connor's game.
"I wish dad could've seen that!" Jace said as the four of you walked to the car.
"Yeah he'd be so proud of you!" Captain agreed as he walked with Connor on his back.
"I hit the ball so far momma! Did you see it probably could've hit the moon!" Jace said happily.
"Definitely, it would've knocked the man in the moon right out." You laughed ruffling his hair.
"After Connor's game can we get milkshakes?"
"How bout we go out to lunch before you appointments and just maybe you can get a milkshake."
"Yay!"
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Day 3: MYTHOLOGY AND FAIRYTALES
WARNING: If you are not familiar with the myth someone dies, don’t worry it’s not a gruesome depiction, just putting the warning for someone’s death .
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Rhaegar couldn’t describe the feeling of death even if he wanted, as the arrow made from a branch of mistletoe pierced his heart, a feeling of loss, he felt as though he was losing his consciousness, he looked forward and saw his mother, she looked at him in horror. Yet the feeling of absence distracted him from what was truly happening, to Rhaegar that was only that feeling of not being there any more , and pain, a feeling he had never had that feeling before, it had only being described to him before, and to what concerned him none of the way it had been described to him, as he fell to the ground and his consciousness disengaged itself from its body , he felt a strange sense of peace.
He closed his eyes for one last time, feeling himself slip away, he felt his mother shook his body that was now laying on the floor one last time, before he felt himself slipping away completely. He remembered how the sun had shone that morning, how his brother Viserys had told him of going to Miðgarðr and playing with the children of the town one of his sons lived in. Yet now it didn’t matter any more, Rhaegar would only see his brother after the Ragnarök.
After he saw some of his most treasured memories, he opened his eyes again, he was laying on the floor of a different place, somewhere very distant from the party hall he was at before. Rhaegar got up and as he stood on to his feet he looked around, that realm’s sky seemed to be at night, but the silence told him otherwise, Valhalla wasn't quiet place, at days the warrior fought each other and at night they celebrated, the silence told him where he was, Rhaegar was in Hel, that place of darkness his mother always told him about.
He would be lying if said he wasn’t nervous, Hel wasn’t Helheim wasn’t exactly, a realm with a good reputation, people without glory, that died of illnesses and old age were the dead that resided in the realm. It was a cold place, and it felt isolated, Rhaegar looked around and saw no one, not even one soul. The cold of the feeling of loneliness crept up his spine, and that was when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Her tuner around and saw a valid being, he turned away stunned by the sighting of that being who was clearly not one of the souls residing in that realm.
But before he could think on running, the being took the veil covering their face, and that was the first time he saw her, he would always remember, Lyanna the queen of Hel, daughter of the god of mischief, she was anything but what he expected, he expected her to be a decrepit old woman since she was the queen of the dead, yet she was very much young, younger than him, not a child woman but surely younger than him.
“ You are Rhaegar .”- She acknowledged
Her voice was determined but at the same time had some sweetness, an understanding that he would be confused to be in her realm. Lyanna had a pale face, and raven black hair, but her eyes were what caught the eye on her face, giant silver-bluish eyes with one of them being bluer than the other, yet they both were like two sharp blades,that would cut him in half.
“ Yes I am .”- Rhaegar told her, knowing if he wa there now he was a subject of his realm
“ The god of justice, wisdom and beauty. I’d say the beauty part if quite accurate.”- Lyanna said with a mild smirk that gazed her lips
“ Your grace.”- Rhaegar bowed thankful to the queens words but yet nervous to what fate awaited him in this realm
“ We’ve been waiting for you .”- Lyanna said in a very curious tone
“ You have ?”- Rhaegar asked confused
“ Your death was foretold, even if your mother tried to postpone it, death would come, it doesn't discriminate. But you seemed to be in better shape than most people that come here.”- Lyanna
“ Thank you, your grace.”- Rhaegar thanked her still feeling nervous
“ Your grace ? You don’t need to call me that after all, if we are to be friends, I expected us to be equals.”- Lyanna smiled and Rhaegar could have sworn his heart skipped a bit
“ We are to be friends ?”- Rhaegar asked
“ Well, will have to wait around until the Ragnarök and believe me, this place can get lonely,come on I’ll show you around.”-Lyanna said
It took less time than he would have thought for him to get used to Helheim, it was a grim place but the company of Lyanna made it a worth it, he liked her house where she had insisted for him to live, it was full of plants such as beech, elder, elm, ivy, juniper, mullein, willow, yew, blackthorn, jasmine and evergreens, of course the altar with animal fur, animal bones, skulls, horns, skeletons, skeletal hands did creep him out at first, but he got used to it.
He enjoyed her company, she could be funny and good-humoured, her fondness for children made him think she would have been a good mother, but as she once told him,her body was half of the realm as she was also it’s owner, so a child would be something impossible on her half dead, or very ambiguous state.
Rhaegar particularly looked forward to when in the afternoons, they would play board games, drinking mead, and talking about the most banal of things, she would mostly win, Lyanna was good at strategic games, Rhaegar thought maybe that was why she loved playing those games. They usually played for hours on end with the smell of incense or candles like myrrh, styrax balsam, apple blossom, and rose surrounding the house. Rhaegar was happy, happier than he ever thought himself capable to be in such a place, nevertheless something was going to happen, and it did.
A fortnight after he had been in Helheim, he went to his usual appointment with Lyanna, they both started playing Tafl, as they usually did, but Lyanna seemed distracted looking into her cup of mead, she was usually focused in beating Rhaegar in every single match they played, but on that day she was distracted.
“ What is it ?”- Rhaegar asked her
“ What ?”- Lyanna said looking back at him
“ You seem distracted, what is it ?”- Rhaegar
“ I’m not distracted.”- Lyanna denied
“ I’m winning this match, I never won… Why are you distracted ? Did something happen?”- Rhaegar asked
“ People came to me sometime ago.”- Lyanna told him
“ And what is it ?”- Rhaegar asked
The look she was giving, it was sad and sorrowfully, she was pondering something, Rhaegar got more concerned with what might have troubled the queen of Helheim. He had come to like Lyanna, he saw how lonely she could get, and how melancholic she could be, and he didn’t like that, he felt protective towards her even if she was the queen of Helheim he still fell for her. So when she looked shaken as she was he was immediately troubled.
“ Arthur, the brave, he asked me to return you to Aesir. He begged for your return.”- Lyanna said melancholy
“ And what did you say ?”- Rhaegar asked, he regretted immediately not having concealed his excitement in getting, home after he saw the hurt on Lyanna’s face
It wasn’t like he hated being in Helheim, he was happy there, he would have been happy there, with Lyanna he knew that , but he wanted to see his mother, and brothers one last time, even though it was a naive desire. But if his brother Arthur , the messenger of the gods had come to Helheim to ask for his soul, it might happen.
“ I told them, if everyone mourned you and shed tears for you. You would be free to go.”- Lyanna said with her voice tearful
“ This is amazing. “- Rhaegar got out from his sit across Lyanna and ran out of the room,running to the front of her house
She followed him , but as she got there, Rhaegar stood in confusion. If Arthur had come to get him he would be waiting for them on the outside. But there was no sign of Arthur, so he turned back to Lyanna that seemed sad.
“ Where is Arthur ?”- Rhaegar
“ That’s the problem, someone didn’t shed a tear for you.”- Lyanna told him in her tearful voice
“ Who did ?”- He asked mildly angered
“ My father .”- She sighed, it was above a whisper
By that time Rhaegar had been told by Lyanna herself that her father, the god of mischief, was the one to have engineered his death for helping his brother, Viserys, to shoot an arrow made of mistletoe into his heart. He looked very much enraged as he passed by her and strolled back into the house. Rhaegar was Lyanna’s first company so the prospect of losing him was scary. She would have said that was why she ran after him, and not what had become true, that she had fallen for him .
“ Please don’t be angry at me, I didn’t mean for you not go back, I know you don’t like being being here, and that is not a perfect place , but I just didn’t want to go back to being alone.”- Lyanna told him tearfully as she went after him
“ I’m not angry at you .”- Rhaegar turned to look at her
“ You are not ?”- Lyanna asked
“ It’s not your fault I am dead, and I don’t hate this place.”- Rhaegar
“ You like it here ?”- Lyanna
“ Yes. I like being with you, and even if I could go back , I think I wouldn’t .”- Rhaegar said cupping Lyanna’s left cheek
“ Why wouldn’t you go ?”- Lyanna
“ I’d miss you too much… And to be clear I don’t blame you for the actions of your. ”- Rhaegar said with a smirk upon his lips
“ You’d miss me ?”- Lyanna asked with a smirk gracing her lips
“ Lya, I would.”- Rhaegar
“ Well, we better get back to the game, I have your ass to kick don’t I ?”- Lyanna
CONTEXT :
Helheim ⇏ “ The underworld” in Nordic mythology , place were people that didn’t die in battle go ;
Aesir ⇏ Clan of gods that resides in Ásgarðr;
Talf ⇏ Nordic traditional board game
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( So this is a unusual take of the mythological au, have in mind I took some liberties because in the myth of Baldr’s death, very little to nothing is told by his perspective , but by putting Rhaegar in his shoes I played with the concept of him dying and encountering Lyanna who fills the role of Hel queen of Helheim. THANKS FOR READING !! ♥︎)
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Meet Aran Ryan's siblings. Or at the very least how I see them.
Sharonne Ryan (Age 25. She's the one who hits harder than Mac)
Clover Ryan (Age 12. MVP of her school's Association Football (soccer) team.)
Rosie Ryan (Age 12. Clover's twin and part of the yearbook club)
Headcanons about how they'd interact with each other and the siblings in general.
Rosie has taught Aran how to apply nail polish. He's actually damn good at it now.
Sharonne sings lullabies if the others can't sleep. Clover and Aran are total tsunderes about it.
If Aran and/or Sharonne have to leave the country for boxing, Clover and Rosie would cheer them on with a Nico Nico Nii (Only because they think it's cool. They don't know that Aran actually knows where it's from). The older Ryan(s) would act cool about it, only to break down as soon as they're out of earshot because they LOVE THEIR BABY SISTERS SO GODDAMN MUCH!
Good fucking luck trying to get Clover to sleep through the whole night. No, seriously. Even with medication the longest she's slept over the course of one night is 6 hours.
On the other hand, good fucking luck trying to get Rosie to wake up any earlier than 8 in the morning.
Rosie takes violin lessons. She loves playing pieces for her siblings.
Sharonne is pan. (She may or may not have a crush on a certain Major Circuit boxer of the female division)
Rosie is super afraid of the dark. She uses a dream lite for this exact reason.
☝️That's her Dream Lite.
Only Aran knows about Rosie's Nyctophobia. If Sharonne or Clover question it, Rosie simply responds with "Why not?"
Aran found out it when he overheard her smack-talking herself for being afraid of the dark. He was surprisingly understanding. Rosie made Aran promise not to tell anybody. (Can't break a pinky promise)
Clover is really self-conscious about her freckles.
Sharonne, despite being the oldest, is far more likely to pass out. Aran is always promoted to human pillow when this happens.
Clover likes playing friendly Association Football matches against her siblings. I use friendly very loosely here.
Aran and Sharonne sometimes spar. Notice how the term "friendly" was exempt from the previous statement.
Sharonne fights completely clean.
Clover has the biggest sweet tooth ever. Especially for butterscotch.
On weekends, it's not too out of the ordinary to see Rosie sleeping in later than usual.
Clover is stupid lucky even by Irish standards. How lucky? She didn't know that clovers could only have 3 leaves until Aran showed her.
When Sharonne was in high school, she used a rose hairpin to keep her hair up. Now she uses bobby pins.
Clover used to wear braces.
If Rosie had a penny for every time she was the "rosie" in Ring Around the Rose, she'd be the world's richest twelve-year-old.
Sharonne is really good at Tetris. Like, REALLY damn good at Tetris.
Sharonne has frequent nightmares. She hasn't told anybody about them.
Aran usually doesn't dream, but if he does, it's either a really good dream or a really fucked up nightmare.
Rosie was bullied to hell and back during elementary school. The bullies only stopped when Aran and Sharonne got word of what happened.
The twins are not very close to their parents. They want to be closer to them, but every conversation they try to have always falls flat.
Sharonne has the best singing voice out of all her siblings. Surprisingly, Clover has the worst.
Clover is just as insane as her older siblings, thus making Rosie the only "sane" one out of her siblings.
Clover wore contact lenses until third grade.
Rosie has a pet crab named Juniper.
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