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pbandjesse · 1 month

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I am not sure if it's the culture or just trying to coordinate with so many people but we started the day an hour and a half later then planned again. But that's okay. I was just happy to be here. We were getting to a point where we were afraid they would cancel the plans for the day but at 9 we finally got on the road.

The day actually started at 615. James says that I had fallen asleep before they had gotten out of the bathroom last night. Which I think is very funny. I so often struggle to fall asleep. But this was a good rest.

When we woke up I was still a little tired but I got ready. It was actually raining outside today and I didn't realize but my hair was very fluffy. I did remember to bring a hair clip so I can put it up if it does start to bug me. But I felt good about myself.

We remembered the cord for the battery pack this time and I grabbed a few snacks. I almost left my umbrella behind but as soon as James opened the door and we saw it was actively raining so James teased me a little and we grabbed my umbrella and James's jacket. And headed to breakfast.

I wasn't to hungry actually. But I knew I needed to eat. The potatoes weren't as good today. But I had fruit and eggs and eventually some cereal. They were coco pebbles but cereal outside of America is not very sweet and it was kind of bleh. But I would eat and enjoy James's company.

James wanted some coffee and eventually I got someone's attention and he would bring us a pot of coffee and hot milk. James is so cute they didn't want to ask because they were nervous. But I will always do what I can to make James happy and have what they want, even if they won't ask for it themself.

People started to trickle in. Me and James would go and sit in the atrium to wait for our bus driver. He was supposed to come at 8 but at 830 he still wasn't there. We were all gathered now and we weren't sure where Sandy was. Paul would call Sam's mom to check and she was able to get into contact and he was just struggle, I'm assuming because of the rain, but he would be there soon. And at 9 he rolled up and we were super happy to see him. Only a few minutes before Paul had said we might have to cancel and we might be able to reschedule. But I was going to be pretty disappointed. So when Sandy got there I was really relieved.

The drive was much shorter then yesterday. Thank goodness. And it was another really neat drive and seeing all of the stuff was fascinating. I just really love seeing the just everyday stuff. The businesses and animals and roadside sellers. It's the best.

We did see some different things today that weren't the nicest. A dead dog. A truck that tipped over and all of the bananas were everywhere. I saw two motorcycles hit eachother. No one got hurt but it was just another moment.

We would make it to this big hill and we were going up it. This was a Muslim heavy area and we passed a lot of little kids in traditional Islamic outfits. And temples and schools. The hill/mountain felt a little precarious from the one side but from the other there were so many flowers. I wish I could have gotten pictures of them all. But there were a lot a moments today that are just for my memories.

When we got to the top of the hill there were pictures warning you not to jump the fence. That there were lions on the other side. And when we got through the fence there were signs to hand in your guns to security. Who also had guns. Very hard to get used to.

I was excited. We would get off of the bus and had to sign some waivers. It was a little chilly out and I was glad I had brought a long sleeve shirt. I gave my scarf to Sydney because she only has a T-shirt on.

We would she the bathroom. A surprise real toilet. And pink toilet paper. And after signing some paperwork we would start getting all the rules. Follow the guide, don't reach in cages, ECT. Which we were standing there some of the dogs that had been wandering around came over and let us pet them. There would be a little under a dozen dogs and some of them were half wolf! All such sweet babies.

We had to dip our shoes in an antibacterial liquid before we went in to each area. And we saw some amazing things.

One of the first things we got to hold was a snake. An egg eating snake. I was the first and then only one to hold it. Because as I was holding her, she laid an egg!! Right in my hand! James saw it coming and I'm glad they did so we didn't have a dropped egg. I was a snake midwife. Incredible.

We would also hold some chameleons and an iguana. Baby tortoises and their parents. Those were fun to hold. Heavy!!

There were things we didn't hold. Like the crocodile. Who was over a ton. Or their babies who were so small but bitey. We also didn't hold the wild cats or dogs. The one was very hissy. Everything felt so exciting.

We would round a corner and there was a sliding fence. And when our guide opened it there was an Impala right there!! Not the car, the animal!!

This was probably my favorite part of the day. Not only the animals but the view. It was incredible. It was huge sky and clouds and mountains and the towns. And besides the view there was the animals!!

There where roosters and tortoises. The other Impalas. A donkey. And a whole group of zebras!!

We got to pet them and feed them. They felt so strong. Their fur was different then I expected. I would feed the Impala too. I was cuddle the donkey. I would stroke and scratch the zebra's heads and ears. It was so nice. And I know that the horse girls at camp are going to freak.

Leaving that spot was tough. Watching the world. We all kept joking that we are ruined for zoos now. Stephanie said she feels ruined for America. But I think it will just make me find the beauty in the places I see everyday.

We would continue on our walk. Stopping to take pictures. We got to see the hyenas and the painted dogs. When we went up the steps to the overlook we also saw our friends over with the lions and they were playing tug of war with a lion and a tire!! What??!! Crazy.

We would get to head to the servals and some other small mammals I don't remember the name of. One of them eats coffee beans and poops then out and makes very very expensive coffee. Which James apparently has tired and our guide thought that was amazing.

She would take us to the lions next. We started with the adults. There was one male and three ladies. And they had 22 babies!!

We went to the teens next and there was a bunch of them. And if you made eye contact with them they would lunge at the cage wall. We weren't allowed to take pictures of the cages because they don't want the public to get the wrong idea, that they were always in cages. But in reality they have a huge multi acre area. But they go out in bunches and not all at once.

But I was having a great time getting so up close to their paws. Everyone else was like gasping and we're staying farther back but I was just up against it and it was such an incredible feeling. We would get to get closer though. After we paused to see the brand new babies, who are a little to nervous around people still, and they were just so precious.

After some hand sanitizer and dipping our shoes, we got in the outdoor enclosure with 5 7 month old lions. They were larger then a big dog. But they were incredible.

We would get to go up one at a time to pet them. They were rougher then I expected. And a little stinky. But it was incredible seeing them this close. Experiencing this. Seeing everyone else experience this. These are moments we are never going to forget.

James was a little to nervous touch the lions. But they were still having fun. They were trying hard to get good pictures of me and I appreciated that but they did miss some stuff and that frustrated me but some from our half of the group did get some of me. So I didn't miss out on the mementos. Some things will only be in my memories but that is okay.

We would clean our hands again and then we were done we would walk back through the different animals. I paused to see a few for an extra minute. But then it was time to go.

We would say goodbye to everyone but then our tour guides asked if they could catch a ride into town with us. So we brought them with us.

And it was a pretty nice ride. I worked on setting up a Google drive everyone could send their photos too. I had some technical issues but I am really glad we can share everything with each other.

We would get back at 330. And we were told to be ready to go at 430. Okay! Me and James would what to the bar to get a late lunch. We got samosas and fries and a small pizza. And we just chilled. I updated people about the trip. My brother texted me and he is always so hard to hold in a conversation so I would focus on having a conversation with him. And he was very jealous and was super interested in everything we have done. And I was excited to share it with him.

Me and James would go back to the room to get cleaned up and changed for the rehearsal dinner. But then at 430 Gabe, who is in the room below us, yelled up to let us know it was pushed back to 630. Annoying. If we would have known we would have gone swimming. Or gone for a walk. Or taken a nap. But whatever.

We would just hang out in the room. Enjoying the breeze. And eventually staff would come in to change the bed for the evening. He also closed the window and shades though which j thought was funny. But once he left we just opened them again.

Of course though 630 came and went. We would head downstairs and no one else was there. And wouldn't be there until almost 7. But then Sandy wasn't there yet. And a bunch of the over 35 guests decided not to come. Which personally I thought was odd. Because this is a formal thing so I would think you would want to go but it's not my choice or my wedding so I don't have to have an opinion really.

We would just hang out and eventually Paul and Sam came down and we chatted. I told her about the day and how a snake laid an egg on me. She had gotten a massage today and she seemed much more relaxed. And she's getting married tomorrow!!! I'm so excited for her and for Paul.

Sandy would get to us at 730. And we would head back to Sam's family compound. I didn't realize that the ceremony would be happening at the house and then the reception would be at the tent across the way at their other property. "Only" 150 people will be at the ceremony but 250+ will be at the reception. It's going to be an amazing event.

When we got to the compound it was dark. Apparently there are very big blackouts right now. Sam's aunt says we are getting "the authentic UG experience". Which we have already experienced a little at the hotel, having a couple blackouts a day but they have generators and the lights come back quickly. Here we just have lanterns. But honestly it's been really nice.

I didn't eat much of the dinner they provided. Which made me feel very rude but I seem to have lost my sense of taste, probably from my allergy medicine. Everything just tasted like nothing, even the juice. That's how I knew it was me.

I have still been enjoying talking to people. Telling them about the day and the animal experiences. One of the girls, Aelianna, said that the snake laying an egg in my hand is good luck. I think it means I will have a baby. I like to believe that. It's fun to have a little superstition in your life.

I am tired though. And I hope that we do the rehearsal stuff soon. And that maybe we go back to the rooms earlier then we have been but I do not have high hopes for that. I am having fun still but we are all clearly more subdued and more sleepy.

Tomorrow is the wedding!!! I hope things are more on time. James is going to golf 9 holes with some of the groomsmen and Paul and I might join them to ride on the golf cart. I am looking forward to the day. Getting to wear my green dress. And seeing the wedding. It's going to be great.

I hope you all have a great night. I hope you are happy and relaxed. Send the wedding good thoughts!! Until next time!!

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gothamslostboy · 1 year

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Hi!! ive always wanted to do a matchmaking request for the lost boys <33

* Physical appearance-

i’ve got wavy blue hair, cut up to my ears, basically brahms hair cut but grown out! i have green/brown eyes, and i have so many beauty marks all over my body. i’m 5’6, and have ear piercing + a septum! i have -5 vision so i need glasses ;-;

* Style-

as of right now i dress like a dad or that one uncle, cargo shorts, over sized tshirt, hawaiian shirts or hoodie, rings and necklaces [lots of thrm] earrings and nose ring!! i always make sure i have cool socks on tho, gotta keep up the style!! i usually carry a canva messenger bag with me. for shoes it’s probably doc martens!

* Favorite food

spinach, pickle flavoured sun flower seeds, ramen, calamari, rice, simple foods mostly

* Gender preference -

any gender works for me! i just tend to lean more towards men <3

* 1-2 hobbies -

i absolutely love crafting, no matter what it is, i want to make stuff! it’s not really a hobbit but i love taxidermy, when i did my first rat i fell in love with it and want to do more, so anything relating to death is a bobbie for me 🫶

* Music tastes-

sad love songs, metal music, fnaf music, french music,, it’s very all over the place right now here are the most listened to songs from me! loosing my mind - dennis domian, atlantis - seafret, ça va - emile bilodeau, we’re not gonna take it - twisted sisters, it’s a little of everything yknoe

* Favorite animal-

i think my favorite animals are between sharks, the stoplight loose jaw fish, frogs, rats and worms!!

* Favorite movie/genre -

For genre it’s horror all the way, but for favorite movies? my favorite movies are the lost boys, scream, labyrinth, 9, ferngully, dead poets society and the last unicorn!

* 1-2 personality traits -

im childish, but gruesome thinking, and i have terrible adhd and can basically remember nothing

* Gender

i have no gender 🫶 but i lean towards male pronouns

* Fandom (max 3) - which movie/tv show

the lost boys please!!

* How many characters?

1. 1 fandom: maximum 2

3. 2-3 fandoms: maximum 3

whoever you see fif

* Zodiac sign

i’m a taurus✋

* 1-2 traits you look for in partner in a partner i just really want someone who will love me for me, that’s understanding and will get i habe my ups n downs, but also someone who’s down to do stupid stuff when the time comes yknow? i’m a really big person on giving gifts to people, so someone who could possibly match that energy❓

here’s some extra info about me tho

i’m aro-ace! the type of aromatic that’s cupioromantic, and a mostly sex-repulsed asexual. now the sex repulsed part is mostly towards myself, i don’t wanna see other people or myself naked, watchjng sex scenes is less bad, still weird to me tho,, i speak frnech since i learnt it when i was also learning english! so i’m sorry if my spelling is off or there’s mistakes 😭 i have writing issues shsishshs

this is so exciting i hope i gave you enough info!!

Ok before I get into this: YOU ARE SO COOL. YOURE LIKE A COOLER VERSION OF WHO I WANT TO BE. Pickle flavored sunflower seeds are amazing, but I always accidentally eat the shells haha:] don’t worry your spelling is great, also I wish I was taught another language when I was young, my mom hired a Chinese teacher and I remember 1 song, but we stopped when I was 4 (started at 2) and I don’t remember anything else<\\\3

I Ship You With….

Marko! You want someone who also likes giving/receiving gifts? HE IS YOUR MAN!!! Holy shit he’s gonna give you so many gifts you won’t be able to move around your home.

He’s a vampire, so who is he to judge anyone? As long as someone is not a hateful bigot or an asshole, he’ll find a way to vibe. He himself struggles with anger issues, so he understands mental health a bit and does his best. Besides Paul, he’s the boy most likely to do stupid shit with you, mainly bc he enjoys being a gremlin.

Lil personal hc here: Marko is Trans, so when it comes to you not having a gender, it’s the equivalent of someone not having blonde hair to him: he doesn’t care. He’s just happy to have you as a partner

Marko is very used to being around Paul, so ADHD and childish behavior doesn’t bother him, and he’s gonna encourage your gruesome thinking as much as he can.

His favorite things about your style is your hair, socks and piercings, certainly begging to re dye it himself and buying you guys socks. He buys 2 pairs, takes one of each pair, and gives you the remaining two. He loves to do this instead of matching things in the normal way.

He is an artsy dude, focusing mostly on clothes himself. But once you tell him about taxidermy? He’s on his hands and knees asking you to show him how. He obviously knew what it was, just for some reason it never connected in his head that it’s a real thing ppl do.

On dates he takes you to local flee markets/ art shows to get things and make art out of whatever thing inspires you too.

After one of his favorite pigeons passes, he will ask if you could taxidermy it for him and keeps it safely in his room.

#glb match making #matchmaking

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poedameronwifey · 5 months

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A true home (The hobbit Fanfic)

Chapter 6

Kate's Pov

It was absolute chaos. There were dwarves everywhere. They were taking all the food out of the pantry and we just brought that. Not to mention, Ren is going to get hangry soon.

I stood out of the way as Dad tried to stop them. I'm surprised I haven't fallen yet. As I walked to where the girls were, one of the dwarves pushed past me and knocked me over. I closed my eyes and braced myself to meet the floor but strong arms wrapped around my waist. I opened my eyes and looked up to see Fili holding me to his chest.

I blushed like crazy. He helped me stand up straight and I thanked him before turning and walking quickly to my sisters.

"Ooh la la, someone's got a crush on a certain blonde haired dwarf. Do I hear wedding bells? Can we be the bridesmaids?"

Lilith kept smirking at me while Renée hummed the bride's march. I hit them at the back of their heads and told them to shut up. We looked at the dwarves and sighed at the mess they were making. That's gonna be a lot of food to clean up. We just leaned against the wall and watched them act like animals but it was pretty funny.

Renée leaned against me and I knew that she was done with socialising for the next few days. Balin looked at us with a 'why aren't you eating' look and we just mouthed that we didn't want to disturb them. He just chuckled and waved us over, showing the space next to us.

I informed the girls and we manoeuvred our way to where he was and sat next to him. Since Ren and Lilith already ate, I got some meat and salad because I didn't feel like eating too much. I finished my food rather quickly and looked around the table. Balin introduced us to all of them and vice versa. They were very sweet and kind to us.

"So you are Mr Baggins daughter. How did you meet these two?"

Gloin asked, causing everyone to look at us. I looked at Renée because she's the best person to handle this.

Renée's POV

"Well that's a story. Let's hope my brain wont shut down this time. Kat lost her mom when she was two and Bilbo thought she was dead but really she was taken to an orphanage. My family adopted her a year later. But all good things come to an end. My parents died in an accident, causing my older brother, Kate and I to go to the orphanage where we stayed for two years. Lilith's mom then adopted us when Kat, I and my brother, Tommy, were 9 and we lived with her until we were around 20. But then just last year she passed away so yeah that's our story. Been together since we were 6."

I explained as I held Kate and Lilith's hand. Lilith looked down when I spoke of Mama's death. She still hasn't gotten over it.

"And you brother. What happened to him?"

Ori asked. I looked down, letting a single drop before wiping it and looked at them.

"He was killed when we were 18. He was walking home from work when someone threatened him with a knife and tried to mug him but when he refused, the guy stabbed him and ran. He left Tommy bleeding out on the floor in an alleyway. We found out a few hours later."

Kate was trying to keep herself together but I know she was having lots of trouble but that was the last straw for Lilith. She got up and left. It was too much for her.

Lilith and Tommy were very close. Hearing us talk about him hits a nerve because she hasn't gotten over it. She wanted to kill the guy responsible. After we lost Tommy, we all gave up a bit. Lily sorted doing weed and drinking, basically anything you can think of so numb the pain, Kate stopped eating and lost her spark.

Hell, she even stopped drawing and slept until 11 in the morning. I began self harming and staying in my room. My marks slipped and I slept all day. Mama couldn't handle that so she did everything she tried to stop our unhealthy habits.

She managed to help me get help after I was found lying on the floor, bleeding out from cutting my wrists and attempting suicide. It also seemed to make Kate realise the situation so she got back into art but she isn't eating as much as she should have. Lilith was the only one who just ignored mama and kept doing drugs and drinking. She even began sleeping around and having one-night stands which we didn't comment on because we didn't really mind that just as long as she was being careful and safe.

It was only after mama got sick that she stopped. She does smoke but not as much as before and she cooled down on the drinking. After we lost mom, she was tempted to go back to her old habits but we stopped her. Her death is still so painful for us so we aren't really over it. But we're trying and that's what is important.

All of the dwarves just looked at us with sombre looks but we have accepted our reality. Kate and I excused ourselves so we could check on Lilith and we found her sitting in the living room. She looked at us.

"I'm feeling a lot better, you two. I just needed to get out. It was a bit too stuffy. I promise I didn't do anything. I just had a smoke."

She got up and walked to us, pulling us into a hug. We returned it and pulled away before doing a special handshake that we had. We walked back to where Bilbo was and let's just say he was pissed. He was complaining about the dwarves to Gandalf. Ori then came up to me.

"Sorry, I hate to interrupt, but where should I put my plate?"

Fili then came up to him.

"Oh here you go Ori. Here, give it to me."

He then threw it at Kili who caught it while having a pipe in his hand and threw it into the kitchen.

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We looked at the stack of clean dishes and over mouths flew open,

"What the actual fuck? That was so cool. You gotta teach us. Imagine how quickly we'd get the dishes down. Ooh I can see it now."

Lilith was literally fangirling but she's got a point. That was fucking brillant. Gandalf laughed at our childishness. We then heard a knock on the door. The entire room became stiff and serious and we all looked at the door.

"He's here"

Oh boy. Here we go. Lets just hope Lily doesn't try to kill the guy. Not like the dwarves will allow that. This is gonna be interesting. The last thing I need is having to bury someone's body in the back yard because Lily couldn't control herself. Plus we read the book ad watched the movies so we know what's going to happen but even now its still feels like we never know what's going to happen. I just need to remember that I cant fall in love with Kili. I cant risk ruining the events of the story. Besides we were brought here for a reason and I think I know exactly what it is. I just pray to God or whoever the fuck is up there, that we wont fail because I don't think I can handle anymore death.

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algumaideia · 2 years

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Nico quotes- House of Hades

She glanced at her half-brother. Since they’d rescued him from the giants, he’d started to regain his strength, but he was still painfully thin. His black shirt and jeans hung off his skeletal frame. Long dark hair framed his sunken eyes. His olive complexion had turned a sickly greenish white, like the colour of tree sap.

In human years, he was barely fourteen, just a year older than Hazel, but that didn’t tell the whole story. Like Hazel, Nico di Angelo was a demigod from another era. He radiated a kind of old energy – a elancholy that came from knowing he didn’t belong in the modern world.

Hazel hadn’t known him very long, but she understood, even shared, his sadness. The children of Hades (Pluto – whichever) rarely had happy lives.

...

Nico sighed. ‘If I was on my own, I could shadow-travel. But that won’t work for an entire ship. And, honestly, I’m not sure I have the strength to even transport myself any more.’

...

Then there was Hazel’s half-brother, Nico di Angelo. Dang, that kid gave Leo the freaky-deakies. He sat back in his leather aviator jacket, his black T-shirt and jeans, that wicked silver skull ring on his finger and the Stygian sword at his side. His tufts of black hair stuck up in curls like baby bat wings. His eyes were sad and kind of empty, as if he’d stared into the depths of Tartarus – which he had.

...

The ship lurched as if it had hit an iceberg. Leo’s breakfast plate slid across the table. Nico fell backwards out of his chair and banged his head against the sideboard. He collapsed on the floor, with a dozen magic goblets and platters crashing down on top of him.

...

Frank tried not to flinch when he realized Nico was at his shoulder. The guy was so quiet and brooding he almost seemed to dematerialize when he wasn’t speaking. Hazel might have been the one who came back from the dead, but Nico was way more ghost-like.

You speak Italian?’ Frank asked.Nico shot him a warning look, like: Watch the questions. He spoke calmly, though.

...

'I’ll go with Frank,’ Nico offered. Frank’s eye started twitching. The war gods’ voices rose to a crescendo in his head: Kill him! Graecus scum! No! I love Graecus scum! ‘Uh ... you’re good with animals?’ he asked. Nico smiled without humour. ‘Actually, most animals hate me. They can sense death. But there’s something about this city ...’ His expression turned grim. ‘Lots of death. Restless spirits. If I go, I may be able to keep them at bay. Besides, as you noticed, I speak Italian.’ Leo scratched his head. ‘Lots of death, huh? Personally, I’m trying to avoid lots of death, but you guys have fun!’ Frank wasn’t sure what scared him more: shaggy-cow monsters, hordes of restless ghosts or going somewhere alone with Nico di Angelo. ‘I’ll go, too.’ Hazel slipped her arm through Frank’s. ‘Three is the best number for a demigod quest, right?’ Frank tried not to look too relieved. He didn’t want to offend Nico. But he glanced at Hazel and told her with his eyes: Thank you thank you thank you

...

Again Frank wondered about Nico’s past, but he was afraid to ask. He caught Hazel’s eye. Go ahead, she seemed to be saying. Nico needs practice talking to people.

...

Must’ve been hard on your mom,’ Frank said. ‘I guess we’ll do anything for someone we love.’ Hazel squeezed his hand appreciatively. Nico stared at the cobblestones. ‘Yeah,’ he said bitterly. ‘I guess we will'

Frank wasn’t sure what Nico was thinking. He had a hard time imagining Nico di Angelo acting out of love for anybody, except maybe Hazel. But Frank decided he’d gone as far as he dared with the personal questions.

...

She’d been thinking about herself, not Nico, but she followed Frank’s gaze to the top of the foremast, where Nico was perched on the yardarm. Nico claimed that he liked to keep watch because he had good eyes. Hazel knew that wasn’t the reason. The top of the mast was one of the few places on board where Nico could be alone. The others had offered him the use of Percy’s cabin, since Percy was ... well, absent. Nico had adamantly refused. He spent most of his time up in the rigging, where he didn’t have to talk with the rest of the crew.

...

Nico.’ Bob scowled at him, his eyes full of hurt. ‘Nico visited. Told me about Percy. Said Percy was good. Said he was a friend. That is why Bob helped.

...

This must have been the way Nico had seen Tartarus, and it had almost destroyed his sanity. Nico ... one of the many people Percy hadn’t treated well enough. He and Annabeth had only made it this far through Tartarus because Nico di Angelo had behaved like Bob’s true friend.

...

‘Dalmatia,’ Nico said, making Jason jump. Holy Romulus ... Jason wished he could put a bell around Nico di Angelo’s neck to remind him the guy was there. Nico had this disturbing habit of standing silently in the corner, blending into the shadows. He stepped forward, his dark eyes fixed on Jason. Since they’d rescued him from the bronze jar in Rome, Nico had slept very little and eaten even less, as if he were still subsisting on those emergency pomegranate seeds from the Underworld. He reminded Jason a little too much of a flesh-eating ghoul he’d once fought in San Bernardino. ‘Croatia used to be Dalmatia,’ Nico said. ‘A major Roman province. You want to visit Diocletian’s Palace, don’t you?

...

Nico leaned over and plucked a grape. Probably that was the guy’s entire diet for the day. ‘It’s said to be haunted by the ghost of Diocletian.’ ‘Who was a son of Jupiter, like me,’ Jason said. ‘His tomb was destroyed centuries ago, but Reyna and I used to wonder if we could find Diocletian’s ghost and ask where he was buried ... well, according to the legends, his sceptre was buried with him.’ Nico gave him a thin, creepy smile. ‘Ah ... that legend.’ ‘What legend?’ Hazel asked. Nico turned to his sister. ‘Supposedly Diocletian’s sceptre could summon the ghosts of the Roman legions, any of them who worshipped the old gods.’

[...] Nico nodded. ‘The sceptre of Diocletian could make a huge difference. You’ll need my help.’ Jason tried not to show his discomfort, but his skin prickled at the thought of going anywhere with Nico di Angelo. Percy had shared some disturbing stories about Nico. His loyalties weren’t always clear. He spent more time with the dead than the living. Once, he’d lured Percy into a trap in the palace of Hades. Maybe Nico had made up for that by helping the Greeks against the Titans, but still ... Piper squeezed his hand. ‘Hey, sounds fun. I’ll go, too.’

Jason wanted to yell: Thank the gods! But Nico shook his head. ‘You can’t, Piper. It should only be Jason and me. Diocletian’s ghost might appear for a son of Jupiter, but any other demigods would most likely ... ah, spook him. And I’m the only one who can talk to his spirit. Even Hazel won’t be able to do that.’ Nico’s eyes held a gleam of challenge. He seemed curious as to whether or not Jason would protest. The ship’s bell sounded. Festus creaked and whirred over the loudspeaker.

...

Nico knelt and picked it up. He regarded Jason, as if waiting for an attack. ‘If the others found out–’ ‘If the others found out,’ Jason said, ‘you’d have that many more people to back you up and to unleash the fury of the gods on anybody who gives you trouble.’ Nico scowled. Jason still felt the resentment and anger rippling off him. ‘But it’s your call,’ Jason added. ‘Your decision to share or not. I can only tell you –’ ‘I don’t feel that way any more,’ Nico muttered. ‘I mean ... I gave up on Percy. I was young and impressionable, and I – I don’t ...’ His voice cracked, and Jason could tell the guy was about to get teary-eyed. Whether Nico had really given up on Percy or not, Jason couldn’t imagine what it had been like for Nico all those years, keeping a secret that would’ve been unthinkable to share in the 1940s, denying who he was, feeling completely alone – even more isolated than other demigods. ...

She thought about what the arai had said – how Nico di Angelo had been the only person to visit Bob in the palace of the Underworld. Nico was one of the least outgoing, least friendly demigods Annabeth knew. Yet he’d been kind to Bob. By convincing Bob that Percy was a friend, Nico had inadvertently saved their lives. Annabeth wondered if she would ever figure that guy out.

....

‘In Katoptris,’ she started, ‘I keep seeing that giant Clytius – the guy who’s wrapped in shadows. I know his weakness is fire, but in my visions he snuffs out flames wherever he goes. Any kind of light just gets sucked into his cloud of darkness.’ ‘Sounds like Nico,’ Leo said. ‘You think they’re related?’ Jason scowled. ‘Hey, man, cut Nico some slack. So, Piper, what about this giant? What are you thinking?’ She and Leo exchanged a quizzical look, like: Since when does Jason defend Nico di Angelo? She decided not to comment

...

He shivered. No. That was the pit speaking to him, sapping his resolve. He wondered how Nico had survived down here alone without going insane. That kid had more strength than Percy had given him credit for. The deeper they travelled, the harder it became to stay focused

...

Nico di Angelo stood in the shadow of the nearest column. He’d shed his jacket. Now he just wore his black T-shirt and black jeans. His sword and the sceptre of Diocletian hung on either side of his belt. Days in the hot sun hadn’t tanned his skin. If anything, he looked paler. His dark hair fell over his eyes. His face was still gaunt, but he was definitely in better shape than when they’d left Croatia. He had regained enough weight not to look starved. His arms were surprisingly taut with muscles, as if he’d spent the past week sword fighting. For all Jason knew, he’d been slipping off to practise raising spirits with Diocletian’s sceptre, then sparring with them. After their expedition in Split, nothing would surprise him.

...

Then you’ve got to convince the king of the South Wind to help.’ Nico’s voice seethed with anger. ‘I didn’t come all this way, suffer so many humiliations ...’ Jason had to make a conscious effort not to reach for his sword. Whenever Nico got angry, all of Jason’s instincts screamed Danger! ‘Look, Nico,’ he said, ‘I’m here if you want to talk about, you know, what happened in Croatia. I get how difficult –’ ‘You don’t get anything.’ ‘Nobody’s going to judge you.’ Nico’s mouth twisted in a sneer. ‘Really? That would be a first. I’m the son of Hades, Jason. I might as well be covered in blood or sewage, the way people treat me. I don’t belong anywhere. I’m not even from this century. But even that’s not enough to set me apart. I’ve got to be – to be –’ ‘Dude! It’s not like you’ve got a choice. It’s just who you are.’ ‘Just who I am ...’ The balcony trembled. Patterns shifted in the stone floor, like bones coming to the surface. ‘Easy for you to say. You’re everybody’s golden boy, the son of Jupiter. The only person who ever accepted me was Bianca, and she died! I didn’t choose any of this. My father, my feelings ...’ Jason tried to think of something to say. He wanted to be Nico’s friend. He knew that was the only way to help. But Nico wasn’t making it easy.

He raised his hands in submission. ‘Yeah, okay. But, Nico, you do choose how to live your life. You want to trust somebody? Maybe take a risk that I’m really your friend and I’ll accept you. It’sbetter than hiding.’ The floor cracked between them. The crevice hissed. The air around Nico shimmered with spectral light. ‘Hiding?’ Nico’s voice was deadly quiet. Jason’s fingers itched to draw his sword. He’d met plenty of scary demigods, but he was starting to realize that Nico di Angelo – as pale and gaunt as he looked – might be more than he could handle. Nevertheless, he held Nico’s gaze. ‘Yes, hiding. You’ve run away from both camps. You’re so afraid you’ll get rejected that you won’t even try. Maybe it’s time you came out of the shadows.’ Just when the tension became unbearable, Nico dropped his eyes. The fissure closed in the balcony floor. The ghostly light faded. ...

She was so giddy with relief it took her a moment to notice Nico, standing by himself, his expression full of pain and conflict. ‘Hey,’ she called to him, beckoning with her good arm. He hesitated, then came over and kissed her forehead. ‘I’m glad you’re okay,’ he said. ‘The ghosts were right. Only one of us made it to the Doors of Death. You ... you would have made Dad proud.’ She smiled, cupping her hand gently to his face. ‘We couldn’t have defeated Clytius without you.’ She brushed her thumb under Nico’s eye and wondered if he had been crying. She wanted so badly to understand what was going on with him – what had happened to him over the last few weeks. After all they’d just been through, Hazel was more grateful than ever to have a brother.

...

‘I’m not,’ Nico said. Everybody stopped eating. Percy stared across the circle at Nico, trying to decide if he was joking. Hazel set down her fork. ‘Nico –’ ‘I’ll go with Reyna,’ he said. ‘I can transport the statue with shadow-travel.’ ‘Uh ...’ Percy raised his hand. ‘I mean, I know you just got all eight of us to the surface, and that was awesome. But a year ago you said transporting just yourself was dangerous and unpredictable. A couple of times you ended up in China. Transporting a forty-foot statue and two people halfway across the world –’ ‘I’ve changed since I came back from Tartarus.’ Nico’s eyes glittered with anger – more intensely than Percy understood. He wondered if he’d done something to offend the guy. ‘Nico,’ Jason intervened, ‘we’re not questioning your power. We just want to make sure you don’t kill yourself trying.’‘I can do it,’ he insisted. ‘I’ll make short jumps – a few hundred miles each time. It’s true, after each jump I won’t be in any shape to fend off monsters. I’ll need Reyna to defend me and the statue.’

...

AT SUNSET, PERCY FOUND NICO tying ropes around the pedestal of the Athena Parthenos. ‘Thank you,’ Percy said. Nico frowned. ‘What for?’ ‘You promised to lead the others to the House of Hades,’ Percy said. ‘You did it.’ Nico tied the ends of the ropes together, making a halter. ‘You got me out of that bronze jar in Rome. Saved my life yet again. It was the least I could do.’ His voice was steely, guarded. Percy wished he could figure out what made this guy tick, but he’d never been able to. Nico was no longer the geeky kid from Westover Hall with the Mythomagic cards. Nor was he the angry loner who’d followed the ghost of Minos through the Labyrinth. But who was he? ‘Also,’ Percy said, ‘you visited Bob ...’ He told Nico about their trip through Tartarus. He figured if anyone could understand, Nico could. ‘You convinced Bob that I could be trusted, even though I never visited him. I never gave him a second thought. You probably saved our lives by being nice to him.’ ‘Yeah, well,’ Nico said, ‘not giving people a second thought ... that can be dangerous.’ ‘Dude, I’m trying to say thank you.’ Nico laughed without humour. ‘I’m trying to say you don’t need to. Now I need to finish this, if you could give me some space?’ ‘Yeah. Yeah, okay.’ Percy stepped back while Nico took up the slack on his ropes. He slipped them over his shoulders as if the Athena Parthenos were a giant backpack. Percy couldn’t help feeling a little hurt, being told to take a hike. Then again, Nico had been through a lot. The guy had survived in Tartarus on his own. Percy understood firsthand just how much strength that must have taken. Annabeth walked up the hill to join them. She took Percy’s hand, which made him feel better.

‘Good luck,’ she told Nico. ‘Yeah.’ He didn’t meet her eyes. ‘You, too.’

#nico di angelo #house of hades #for me

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always-andromeda · 2 years

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Heyo lovebug🐛♥️ I hope ur having a great day, congrats on 500 u deserve so much more bbs!! I was wondering if I could request Louisa for Paul dano characters pls

Btw sorry if this is messy I’ve never done this before…..

I’m 19yr, I’m petite and very pale ( I look like a vampire lowkey) my height is 5’2 I use she/her pronouns, 99% sure i have ocd but it hasn’t been confirmed yet, I have short brown hair with highlights ( it used to be pink highlights but they’re gone now loll) I wear glasses, I would describe my style to be kind of 80s a bit mixed with goth and a hint of cottagecore my aesthetic is so weird, I’m tomboyish but also a girly girl at times too I loveeee wearing baggy shirts and some sweat pants ( it’s my go too) I also have a few ear piercings, I love reading comics and playing video games ( lost of us is probably my favorite), and puzzles too I’m probably the biggest nerd you would ever meet lolll ( I like collecting figures and comics) I’m obsessed with music I could talk about it for hours if given the chance too, the song I’m currently obsessed with is bad habits by Steve lacy ( my favorite band is mook of course 😤and my favorite artist is Mac DeMarco) , I hope to pursue something in art in the future,I like to think I’m a creative person and oh I’m a movie nerd too

how I would describe myself : I’m the mom/funny friend, I’m ambivert but leaning into an introvert ( for some reason I’m not shy around introverts i suddenly get this boost of confidence… Idk tbh) I like having a small friend group, when u first meet me I’m shy and quite but when u get to know me I’m a total goofy ball lmaooo,I’m a very good listener, I’m also very supportive and loyal ( im the friend u can call when u need to bury a dead body loll ) i do have a resting bitch face sadly so I look intimidating it makes it hard for people to approach me🥲 ( i promise im nice cries) I’m very goofy I absolutely love making others laugh I thrive on it , I’m very determined person once I set my mind on something I have to do right , I’m very protective over my loved ones I would literally kill for them😀 I’m such a hopeless romantic I like listening to lovey dovey songs and create fake scenarios in my head ( I live in my head 24/7) a few of my bad habits is that i don’t know how express my emotions well anddd I hate crying in front of others…… I’m also very moody too ( I’m working on it I promise 🥲) oh my god I loveeeeeeeee showering people with complements and love I’m very affectionate towards my loved ones I love animals especially cats and birds,I like to think that I’m a very responsible person, I’m a very honest person too ( i don’t really like sugarcoating things but I have to at times) I can be really stubborn at times too, I would consider myself to be really chill, calm and lowkey sensitive.

Hobbies: reading, painting I can knit a bit but I’m better at crocheting ( I like making mushrooms for some reason) baking and cooking too I also used to play the piano but I stopped, ( I ALMOST FORGOT I ADORE FLOWERS SO MUCH ONE DAY I WANNA OWN A HUGE GARDEN) I think that’s it ( I’m a sucker for riddles I ain’t the best at them but I love how it keeps me thinking) I hope this is enough luv please take ur time and don’t forget to take breaks!!

Thank you!!!!!!!

Author's Note | first of all, you adding on your love for Hot Freaks in that separate ask wasn't dumb at all because I gave them a listen and now I'm in love with them too!! seriously, your vibes are fucking immaculate?? like fuck dude I wanna be your friend?? thank you for giving me so much to work with here!! I really hope you enjoy your matchup!!

I am pairing you with ✨ Edward!! ✨

You and Edward would be adorable together, I know it. For one, your loyalty and support would mean a lot to him (you did say you're the friend to call when a body needs to be buried /j). Truly, though, your love, honesty, and kindness would make him so incredibly happy. Edward is an introvert but he would feel so comfortable with you.

Edward would come up with different riddles for you to solve. And if he thinks up a particularly good one, he has to write it down. Even if you can't figure it out, he'll gently nudge you in the right direction every time. He just loves watching the cogs turn in your mind as you decipher something he put together since he's a huge geek himself.

Decorate his life with your crocheted mushrooms, comics, and figurines. He'd properly adore and cherish every mark that you've left on him in a way only Eddie can.

#strange trails milestone✨#danonation #paul dano #danocel #anon 15 #˚ʚ meda writes ɞ˚

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babygirl-riley · 1 year

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Meetings and Greetings

Task Force 141 is sent to Russia to start taking down Makarov. With the new member on the team. Allison also has nightmares, having Simon notice that something is wrong with her.

Warnings: Angst, Swearing, and Violence

Running. That’s all that was happening. Running and darkness. I couldn’t breathe, the air was dark, thick. Fire? No. Fog? No. What is what could it be? There was whispers everywhere around me. Failure. Killer. Monster.

Growling on the side of me, red eyes following me, beside me. Teeth snarling, salvia following the opening of the mouth. I stopped to pull out a weapon. No surprise nothing. I panicked and slapped areas where I would have my weapons. Naked? I was naked.

My bare feet on dirt, grass, and branches. Forest? I snapped my head up and the black air clearing up to show the darkness of the trees. The snarling animals turned out to be three men. Shepard. Graves. And Hassan. My fist curled.

“Hello Lawson.” Shepard said pulling out a knife as did the other three.

Graves smiled. “Can’t wait for the fun.”

2230, that is the number I am waiting for, when I grab my army bag and get ready to leave for Russia. I watched the digital clock in my room, the red dim illuminating the room. A Nightmare haunting my dreams once more. I don’t know how to stop them let alone deal with them. It’s the same one, being trapped in a cell with Hassan torturing me, raping me, and eventually killing me. Or running away from the three men that haunt my dreams.

I knew he was dead, at least two of them but the dreams felt real. After the debriefing I was able to have 24 hour surveillance on my mom and uncle. Laswell told me that my little sister, Kaitlyn, was going to be under one as well. I could tell Laswell wants to say sorry or have pity on me with Joseph, I only knew him for a couple months but I kept pushing it away that there was nothing I could do.

Joseph was dead and I am here. I sighed laying on my back looking up at the ceiling. I started to scratch at my thumb nail with my other thumb. A new habit. Nervous tick. It has got to the point where I nicked myself, it bled a lot. I huffed and sat up running my fingers through my hair. I got up and left my room going to the bathroom that was shared amongst us. It was quiet and the lights were more dim, usually they are at this time due to lights out at 2100. It gave me a eerie feeling still. Anyone could pop out and take a stab at me or strangle or…I bumped into someone having both of us huff.

“Shit sorr…” I said looking up, it was Yuri.

“Sorry,” He whispered. “I wasn’t paying attention.”

His thick Russian accent was definitely noticeable but his English was good. I smiled at him. “No worries man, I wasn’t paying attention either.”

He just chuckled and nodded. “Can’t sleep either?”

I shook my head. “No.”

Yuri looked around. “I was about to go to the cafeteria to snag food,” he smiled. “Wanna join?”

I nodded my head. “Yeah, I need some coffee anyways.”

We both walked towards the cafeteria, no one would be in there so it was easy to just hop the counter and grab a few things. Yuri choose just some already cut up melons and filled a solo cup of them. I grabbed a small bit of coffee powder put it in a styrofoam cup with hot sink water. It wasn’t the best tasting thing but I didn’t want to make a whole pot. Plus it did its job. Keeping away the nightmares.

We sat at a table in silence for a while. I was looking down into my coffee, the steam coming up in my face smelling the roast.“Так ты знаешь русский язык?” (So you know Russian?)

I perked my head up looking at Yuri and smirked. “Конечно, это красивый язык.” (Of course, its is a beautiful language.)

He chuckled. “That it is,” He grabbed a melon and plopped it in his mouth. “Do you know other languages?”

I nodded taking a sip of my coffee. “ASL and Spanish.”

His eyebrows lifted. “Trilingual? Didn’t think an American would do such a thing.”

I have him a questioned look. “I’m a rare one.” He chuckled at that nodding. “So what’s your background.” I asked sipping my drink once more.

He hesitated for a moment before taking another melon. “Well I am a loyalist to my country and served for her for many years,” He began running his fingers on his shaved head. “My family is no more, due to wars and such. Your Watcher found me and recruited me and now I am here.”

I nodded listening to everything, I didn’t trust him but hell last time I let me guard down his whole fucking company came after my team and I. So trust is not that easy to come by. “So no family?”

“Нет.” (No.) He sighed.

“I’m sorry,” I said chugging the rest of my coffee. “So you are part of us now?”

“Yes,” He said quickly then scrunched his face. “Well at least right now.”

I half smiled before giving my hand out. “Welcome to the team then Yuri.” I said he looked down at my hand then shook it.

“The pleasure is all mine Fox.”

We sat there until we had to go, talking about nonsense, our favorite war stories. History about war. We are soldiers after all. Talking about weapons and war is something easy, he never asked about my family, past, or anything personal. Which gave me ease of comfort but also cautious. It didn’t make sense why he wouldn’t but maybe that is just the way Yuri is.

Once my watch went off we both headed back to get everything ready and head to the plane. Put on my sweat shirt, vest, weapons, jeans, and combat boots. I had a small mirror on the wall to slick my hair back and put it in a bun, pinning it, making sure it wouldn’t go flying everywhere. I sling my backpack on both shoulder and grabbed my rifle. I opened my door and watched as Ghost came walking down the hall.

I felt that same feeling I always get when seeing him. Butterflies. I forced back my smile. He walked up to me and walked with me out of the building. “Get any sleep?” He asked lowly.

“Yes,” I lied, I didn’t want anyone to know that I couldn’t sleep or have terrors at night. Unfortunately Yuri was the one who caught me with my frustration of not sleeping. “Not enough though.” Not a lie. “What about you?”

“No, it wasn’t worth sleeping for a few hours.” He quickly said as we approached the plane.

Nikolai was standing next to Yuri and Price, they were loading a few boxes in the plane. “Of course it’s you two who are not late.” Price said passing the last box to Yuri. “I am expecting Soap to be however.”

2255, that’s what my watch said, it wasn’t too early, it’s better to be early anyways. “I give him 2310 before he actually shows up.”

I packed my things in the plane and Ghost did the same. We stood in the plane for a moment. “Allison,” Ghost whispered. I glanced up at him looking into his painted eyes. “Your fly is down.”

I gave him a questioned look before looking down at my jeans. “Fuck,” I zipped it up and turned to him. “Thanks.”

He nodded and walked out. I watched him walk away before I huffed. Don’t be sensitive. “Tha a fuachd fuilteach.” (It’s bloody cold) Soap mumbled as he walked into the plane.

I chuckled. “What Mactavish?”

“It’s fucking cold,” He shivered placing his stuff down. “Texas shouldn’t be ya?”

I shook my head. “No,” I stood there for a moment. “You might be getting sick?”

His eyes widened. “No,” Price, Gaz, Yuri, Nickolai and Ghost. “Where’s Laswell?”

“She is gonna meet us there.” Price answered going up with Nickolai.

We all took out seats as the plane started up. “Russia is a beautiful land,” I said, strapping in. “Excited to see your home Yuri?”

“More than you know.” He answered back.

I nodded smiling at him and looked over at Ghost who was staring at me. He observed me looking me over before he snapped his head over to Soap as he said something to him.

I placed my head back and listened as the plane lifted up. I closed my eyes as the memories came through, the skin on skin, the feeling of extreme heat, fuck his mouth on mine, the roughness of his but fuck the taste of him. That night was a different feel, we said no string attached earlier in this…situationship? Friends with benefits?

I couldn’t help thinking of that feeling I would get when he looked at me. When I would see him. Hell the voice of his makes my stomach do flips. I told my mom about my team and when I mentioned Ghost she called me out about how red I went. I told her it was complicated.

“Aren’t they all?” My mom said placing her hand on mine.

I shook my head standing up. “No mom like we are just colleagues nothing more,” I didn’t want to tell her that we were fucking. That it basically was a situationship. A delusion to think it would go anywhere else. “Besides I don’t know much about him.”

My mom hummed before looking up at me. “Silent man.”

“Mhm.” I ran my fingers through my hair.

“Your dad was.”

I scoffed. “He was deaf.”

She cackled actually laughed for several minutes before stopping. “That didn’t matter, once he opened up, he wouldn’t stop talking.”

“That’s different.”

“Is it? How does he look at you?”

“Look at me?”

She gave me an expression like “bitch be for real.” She only does that when we should know the answer to. “Baby,” She started as she stood up. “The eyes and just the windows to our true feelings. Your mouth could say one but it’s the eyes that matter.”

I smiled and placed my hand on her cheek before leaning a bit down to kiss her head then signed. “I love you mama.”

She signed back. “I love you most.”

I tried to hold back the tears as the memory kept replaying over and over again. I should have stayed just for one more day but I knew it would have been pointless. Besides they could have been in more danger for me to be there. My sister is there as well, so my uncle and mom would have double protection anyways. Triple if I was there.

I sighed opening my eyes to see Ghost looking over at me. “So Fox,” I looked over at Gaz. “Once we get settled in the deck of cards have been calling for you to come back.”

“Is that so?” I asked folding my arms across my chest.

“Aye,” Soap started smiling wide. “Ghost has been throwing out asses everywhere. It would be about time for him to get his handed.”

I have a quizzed look at Ghost. “Guess I will have to beat that streak of yours.”

“You wish Lawson.” Ghost quipped back leaning back in the plane.

“What card game?” Yuri asked as he looked back and forth between us.

“Poker or blackjack,” I answered then smirked. “However we are not allowed to play Uno anymore.”

Soap snorted looking over at Ghost. Ghost looked between the both of us and rolled his eyes. “No, it’s a stupid game and you all know it.” Trying to defend himself.

“Says the guy who literally threw a chair cause he couldn’t even get to one card.” Gaz mumbled smirking.

Ghost snapped his head and glared at him. I giggled and looked over at Yuri. “You’ll enjoy blackjack the most. At least I do.”

“That’s cause you bloody cheat!” Soap pointed a finger at me.

“You wish I was, it would give you a better excuse of why you’re a poor player.” I shot back laughing after.

“She has a point there Soap.” Price said, walking in and taking a seat next to me.

Soap gasped and mumbled something I couldn’t hear. “It’s alright Johnny,” Ghost replied. “Not everyone can count.”

Soap shot his head over. “Like toddlers.” I added and he shot his head over at me before flipping me off.

I just chuckled and leaned back, folding my arms. Ghost didn’t say anything after that, but the occasional jokes that Soap would beg for him to tell Yuri. To catch him up. Yuri would be shocked for a moment and either just not laugh or chuckle. I fell asleep listening to all the laughter and yelling.

………………………………………………………….

It was dark, I couldn’t see anything besides little tiny holes. There was mumbling in front of me, I could feel my chest heaving, trying to get the air in my lungs. It stung, the air? No no I was stabbed. Was I? When the bag was ripped from my face, it was bright trying to adjust the new brightness.

When I opened my eyes, I wasn’t in a basement like I thought I would have been. No I was in a…meadow? I felt the breeze hitting my face with my hair flowing around, it was peaceful. The long grass and the trees surrounding the clearing. The flowers…no I know those.The lilies. Lilies. I tried to stand up but I was tied to the chair. I tried to fight the ties looking anywhere.

Panic started to bubble up in my chest. Lilies. I cried out with no sounds coming out of my mouth, I kept screaming. Started to rock the chair without it hitting the grass. Help someone please.

“No one can,” That voice, no not again. I felt a sting on my cheek closing my eyes from the pain and opening them again. I noticed I was in a cement room. The man standing in the shadow area of the room. “No one will.” Hassan.

I glared at him and spat at him but went past him. “Ya know Foxy Lox,” I shot my head to the side to see Graves. “It’s unfortunate that I died. We would have been a fantastic team.” He pulled out a knife and looked over at Hassan standing in front of him.

I glared back and forth to them then I felt hands on my shoulders. “The best.” Shepard.

That’s when he pulled me back forcefully as Graves put the knife to my cheek slicing it down. I squeezed my eyes shut from the pain. He then put it to my throat and put pressure. “See ya in hell.”

Wake up. Please this has to be….

………………………………………………………

I jolted as I felt someone’s hand on my shoulder, I frantically looked around to find them, I slapped the hand away and stood up. “Fox,” My blood that was simmering stopped. “You’re fine, you were sleeping.” When I turned, Ghost was standing still with his hand out.

I looked over towards the ramp. The snow. Snow. I noticed I was panting by the air leaving my lips. I felt my clothes clinging onto my body from the sweat. I shot my head back at him, still staring. My heart beating faster harder than I ever had felt. Am I having a heart attack? Stroke? I snapped my eyes at his searching for an answer. His eyes, oh those brown eyes, it made me crave his eyes more for me to just keep staring. Calm was starting to set in for a moment.

However I was too embarrassed, I could feel the heat hitting my cheeks. “Thanks.” I muttered, grabbing my things and walking out to set my foot back on Russia land.

#simon ghost riley #call of duty modern warfare #simon riley #simon ghost riley x allison fox lawson #simon ghost riley x oc #simon ‘ghost’ riley #task force 141 #allison fox lawson #modern warfare 3

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moonlighteds · 2 years

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73 QUESTIONS WITH HANA YUN ...

‘ hi , vogue ! ’ comes hana’s chipper voice as she swings open the front door of her hollywood hills home . she’s dressed in an all black outfit with a brown faux fur coat , a wide grin on her face . ‘ i’ve been waiting all day for you , come on in ! ’

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‘ on a scale of one to ten , how excited are you about life right now ? ’

‘ i’d give my life an eight . ’

‘ describe yourself in a hashtag ? ’

‘ #betterthantherest . ’

‘ if you could do a love scene with anyone , who would it be ? ’

‘ oh , that’s easy : gong yoo . ’

‘ if your life was a musical , what would the marquee say ? ’

‘ from sydney to seoul ... wait , that’s probably so cheesy . ’

‘ what’s one thing people don’t know about you ? ’

‘ i can lick my elbow , and no . i won’t show you . ’

‘ what’s your wake up ritual ? ’

‘ to whine until my second alarm goes off . ’

‘ what’s your go to bed ritual ? ’

‘ watching a nineties romantic comedy with ice cream . ’

‘ what’s your favorite time of day ? ’

‘ early mornings when the city isn’t awake yet . ’

‘ dream country to visit ? ’

‘ i’ve always dreamed of going to indonesia . ’

‘ comfy shoes or dress shoes ? ’

‘ dress shoes . ’

‘ vintage or new ? ’

‘ vintage . ’

‘ who do you want to write your obituary ? ’

‘ macabre ... myself . ’

‘ style icon ? ’

‘ rihanna , easy . ’

‘ what are three things you can’t live without ? ’

‘ my phone , my wallet , and a red bull . ’

‘ what’s one ingredient you put in everything ? ’

‘ kimchi . ’

‘ what three people , living or dead , would you like to make dinner for ? ’

‘ beyoncé , princess diana , and my mom . ’

‘ what’s your biggest fear in life ? ’

‘ bugs . stay away . ’

‘ window or aisle seat ? ’

‘ window . ’

‘ what’s your current tv obsession ? ’

‘ wednesday . ’

‘ favorite app ? ’

‘ tiktok . ’

‘ secret talent ? ’

‘ i can do a split . ’

‘ most adventurous thing you’ve done in your life ? ’

‘ i went ziplining once during a vacation . ’

‘ how would you define yourself in three words ? ’

‘ bitchy , lovable , and vivacious . ’

‘ favorite piece of clothing you own ? ’

‘ the crystal rhinestone mini skirt from prada . ’

‘ superpower you would want ? ’

‘ flying . ’

‘ what’s inspiring your life right now ? ’

‘ the drowning girl by roy lichtenstein . ’

‘ best piece of advice you’ve received ? ’

‘ to never give up on myself . ’

‘ best advice you’d give your teenage self ? ’

‘ don’t let anyone break your heart . ’

‘ a book that everyone should read ? ’

‘ the subtle art of not giving a fuck . ’

‘ what would you like to be remembered for ? ’

‘ my personality . ’

‘ how do you define beauty ? ’

‘ by doing what you want— you don’t have to follow trends . ’

‘ what do you love most about your body ? ’

‘ my legs . ’

‘ best way to take a rest / decompress ? ’

‘ with a bubble bath . ’

‘ favorite place to view art ? ’

‘ the met . ’

‘ if your life were a song , what would the title be ? ’

‘ knkn . ’

‘ if you could master one instrument , what would it be ? ’

‘ cello . ’

‘ if you had a tattoo , where would it be ? ’

‘ on my back . ’

‘ what is your favorite animal ? ’

‘ a saber . ’

‘ what’s your spirit animal ? ’

‘ i don’t have one . ’

‘ best gift you’ve ever received ? ’

‘ my house . ’

‘ best gift you’ve ever given ? ’

‘ i gave my parents a vacation to amsterdam for their anniversary . ’

‘ what’s your favorite board game ? ’

‘ monopoly . ’

‘ what’s your favorite color ? ’

‘ peach . ’

‘ least favorite color ? ’

‘ purple . ’

‘ where do you feel most at peace ? ’

‘ in my bed . ’

‘ what’s your favorite thing to do in your time off ? ’

‘ go for a swim . ’

‘ what’s your hair care routine ? ’

‘ i take a visit to my hairdresser when i can , so i couldn’t tell you all the details . ’

‘ pilates or yoga ? ’

‘ pilates . ’

‘ coffee or tea ? ’

‘ both . ’

‘ what’s the weirdest word in the english language ? ’

‘ bequeath . ’

‘ dark chocolate or milk chocolate ? ’

‘ milk . ’

‘ stairs or elevator ? ’

‘ lift . ’

‘ summer or winter ? ’

‘ summer . ’

‘ you are stuck on an island, you can only have three things with you . what are those things ? ’

‘ a knife , a hammock , and a torch . ’

‘ what are your phobias ? ’

‘ spiders , public speaking , failure , and squids . ’

‘ a skill you’re working on mastering ? ’

‘ painting . ’

‘ best thing to happen to you this year ? ’

‘ a cover for vogue korea . ’

‘ worst thing to happen to you this year ? ’

‘ ruining a vintage dior dress for a photoshoot . ’

‘ best compliment you’ve ever received ? ’

‘ that i had a pretty voice . ’

‘ favorite smell ? ’

‘ fresh baked sugar cookies . ’

‘ hugs or kisses ? ’

‘ hugs . ’

‘ if you made a documentary , what would it be about ? ’

‘ my home life— especially with growing up with my grandparents . ’

‘ last piece of content you consumed that made you cry ? ’

‘ my girl . ’

‘ going out or staying in ? ’

‘ going out . ’

‘ sweet or savory ? ’

‘ savory . ’

‘ celebrity crush ? ’

‘ michael b. jordan . ’

‘ how you know you’re in love ? ’

‘ when i feel the most at ease with them . ’

‘ song you can listen to on repeat ? ’

‘ shirt by sza . ’

‘ if you could switch lives with someone for a day who would it be ? ’

‘ dua lipa . ’

‘ what are you most excited about at this time in your life ? ’

‘ getting wiser with every year that comes . ’

‘ your go to for having a good laugh ? ’

‘ calling my best friend . ’

‘ your affirmation for today ? ’

‘ i am rejecting negative energy . ’

#hillzhqtask #* 𓏲 ‧₊˚ 𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑥𝑒𝑑 ˏ 𝐲. 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒂 › task .#ah it's been so long since i did a task #this was sm fun vcjnvucx #i'll edit this later tho VCJXNVUCXB

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ladycaged · 1 month

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Top 3 Movies that Moved Me as a Person

My love for movies has moved me over the years and it brings me comfort unlike any other person which helps me to be the person of who I am now. Movies gave me strong feelings, emotions, learnings, and reasons to live a life full of hope and dreams. So does my interest in other hobbies and talents have brought improvements by motivation and inspiration this movie I watch. For these movies I would like to share three of the movies that helped me develop a progression about myself.

These movies were Dead Poets Society, Mamma Mia, and Tangled. Movies about poetry, music, and adventure that I wanted to be part of their joy and passion. Dead Poets Society about having a charismatic teacher to motivate his students to ‘Carper Diem’ Seize the Day and pursue their passions. Mamma Mia a movie musical bringing back the timeless songs of ABBA with stories about love, family, joy, friendship, and music in a Greek island. Tangled a modern Disney animated of Rapunzel who has magical long hair and showing her self- discovery and adventure.

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Dead Poets Society (1989) gives me inspiration to pursue my goals and just have fun. This benefits me while I am still between studying that there is more potential upon myself. I have hobbies like drawing, dancing and at times singing. This gift I have was one of my specialties that I feel special and talented. Mr. Keating a teacher of that movie who was Robin Williams’ good-hearted man who teaches importance of finding one’s own voice. I want to be his teacher because he teaches the students to think critically, take risks, and push themselves beyond their comfort zones. It gives me valuable lessons as a student and helps me grow and develop as a learner, leader, or individual.

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Mamma Mia (2008) showed me the importance of love, friendship, family and just having fun in life. These movies truly showed me how I should value my loved ones and just enjoy life without hardening myself too much and just go with the flow and let the universe guide me. Because life is short, and I should appreciate and have fun that there is no need to hurry myself to improve. Including my friends who help me through tough times, family to support my studies. Mamma Mia was so memorable and the chose of music brings to sing and dance like I belonged to that movie something I could dreamed of a beautiful place called Greece.

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Tangled (2010) that inspired me to follow my dreams and to step out my comfort zone that there is more to the world to explore. I am similarly close to Rapunzel because I am often quite home because of my strict mom I only cope myself with arts, movies, books, music, gadgets and just cleaning the house. Here I am just in my 20’s and I am still at home yearning for adventure. If only I could be somewhere that I longingly dreamt of rather than just being here and not waste my time and just go out there and see the world.

#movie review #movie #dead poets society #mamma mia #tangled

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crazylil-lion · 1 year

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Anyone else genuinely scared to look at themselves in the mirror?

Like not only because I hate how I look but because I don't recognize the thing standing before me.

It doesn't feel real. How could that be me?

I look myself in my eyes and I see someone else.

Empty, dead eyes, a sadistic grin. The part of me that knows no matter how much I try to drown it out with lorazepam. With loud music. With games. With anime. Multitasking until I'm dead to avoid the fucking monster inside me.

When I look into my eyes in the mirror I see the demon before me and I get sick. Thoughts of all the things I've done wrong, things I could have done better. People I could have helped and given more to flash before my eyes.

I don't recognize myself because the truth is who I am died years ago in that house.

My personality was destroyed my life turned meaningless.

All that mattered was being enough, giving more and more. Asking for as little as possible.

Get love based on how much you do.

Its funny. If 4th grade people wrote notes about the favorite thing they enjoyed about each of us.

I had so many nice comments. How sweet and kind I was. How bright and bubbly I was. How I use to brighten rooms up and make people smile.

I think back and i remember going to school pretending everything was okay.

Pretending that I was okay.

Over those years 9-15 everything about me was destroyed.

Befoee that age it was bad. The screaming. The fear the pain. The threats.

But it didn't really hit me until I was around 10.

Thats when the fire nation attacked( jk😂)

Anyway. Thats when it got worse. The abuse got worse. My presents always being stolen. Literally if I was called for I had to drop what I was doing and go. That second. If I didn't they would scream. Come pound on my door. Drag me out by my arm. Scream so close I felt their breath.

Spanked or slapped. Or just threatened.

I did the chores. Most of them. I kept my siblings from crying or it was my fault.

The only escape I really had was weekends with dad but he would just dismiss moms actions. Dismiss my words tell me to just be strong because I was the only one that could be there for them. He tried his hardest still does working 80 hrs anychance he gets to support moms lazy ass.

I was blamed for so much. I changed my hair color to pink when I was 10 and I got screamed at. Told I was unlovable. A freak. People would make fun of me. No one would ever wanna date me. I was forced to skip school the rest of the week so they could change it back.

If they hit me and I cried I was told to man up before they gave me a real reason to cry.

I've never really had support. Or someone who unconditionally loved me.

All ky relationships where me giving everything to get barely anything in return.

My one good relationship ended basically overnight.

Everything was great she was going to come see me some times soon or I see her.

I tried to spend time with her she kept hanging out with her friend, whoch I was like, okay, np we got all the time in the world. Then a few days later she wants to have phone sex after I worked all day its like 830 and the walls are so thin I hear the group of people in the room next door.

I say I really didnt feel up to it bc I was tired and I just wanted to talk.

She blows up saying I don't ever do anything with her after staying at a friends for days.

That everything changed when I moved bc I was busy.

I begged for her to support me. Saying its hard after moving from my siblings. The only thing that kept me alive for years.

She left. Within a week it was over she was gone. Didn't respond. Said she wanted space and went and got into another relationship like a week or two later. And that was it until her relationship went bad and she talked to me again.

The one relationship that I thought I mattered in threw me away basically in days. Moved on and barely talked to me after multiple bad relationships.

Really I just wanna be noticed once. Everyone talks of their stories. Their relationships. Getting hit on.

I'm here like yeaaa everyones basically treated me like shit my whole life.

I just can't relate.

To their lives.

To being able to live as children.

Ive missed out on so much for so long. All I've wanted was love. Romance. The cheesy shit. Flowers. Smothering eachother in kisses. Cooking together. Talking about our day's.

Its all I want.

I want to know a safe warm embrace.

I wanna know what its like to be chosen and wanted.

What its like for someone to try for me. To think about me.

I wanna matter. I'll do anything. Give them anything. Treat them like my goddess. Worship them build them up. I just wanna feel fucking safe. Have someone proud. Have someone want me. Want to have romantic cheesy shit.

The truth is I'll never be able to love myself without intimacy or affection.

I was starved of it. Idk what its like to be held.

I can't love myself because my family only loved what I could provide. Not me. Me was pushed down. Broken and abused.

I wanna kill myself because I don't think I'll ever have that love. That safety. Someone I can open myself up to. Show all my scars and have embrace me. I just want to feel loved and wanted. I want to kill myself because im tired of pain and suffering. I'm tired of trying my hardest when it feels like multiple people trying to smother me. When I feel like theres a hurricane in my mind.

I wanna kill myself because honestly I feel its the only out. To a peaceful quiet empty place.

I place I don't have to hurt anymore.

I'm not surprised no one wants me though...

I'm just this ugly thing. Not masc enough for most girls. Not feminine enough for others.

Not cute.

Too shy.

I'm just not someone worth noticing and thats okay.

Just try to smile and enjoy pretending to be part of a group. Part of the peoples from works friend group.

Be the person that lifts others up bc thats the only way anyone will keep me around. Is if I'm useful and helpful. Kind and polite. Friendly and understanding.

People will only keep me around if I try my hardest to please. If I give everything and ask for nothing.

I'll never be loved or wanted any other way.

So I'm done.

I'm ready to go.

Let me not awake from my sleep.

Let me rest in peace.

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weebliss · 1 year

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We were talking about babies this morning when I asked my mom about how I was as a baby. She answered I was distrustful of people. I won't allow anyone to look after me except she and lolo (papa's father). I was surprised to know that. I dislike my grandfather because he was a drunkard and he had been a drunkard all his life. But hearing my mother's answer that morning struck a cord in me. What was so special about my grandfather that I trusted him?

My first memory of my lolo was when he visited us occasionally to ask food or money from my parents. Everytime he did, I'd overhear my parents scolding him for using the money to buy 'tuba' or 'laksuy'. He'd just laugh it off with his toothless grin and head out of the house with coins in his pocket or a cellophane of viand or a pail of leftover food (it's food for pigs or 'bahog' that he would sell to pig owners for coins in return). Some of those coins were spent to buy 'sopas' (it's hard biscuits shaped like an ear) and he would give me those for snack and then he'd be on his way for a drinking spree at Nay Urbana's store.

I also remembered myself pestering him when my parents decided to live in his house. The house was in shambles that even the floor of my grandpa's bedroom was dilapidated we could even see the ground below. It's like the house I used to draw when I was kid. It's crooked and asymmetrical. It had nipa roof and was made of wood which sheltered 8 children and a dead baby. That time, it served as a home for jobless fathers and helpless mothers and oblivious children. Sometimes when it rained hard, the roof would give in and sometimes when it's too hot, tiny yellow worms would fall from it. Nevertheless (with all its squalor), the house of my childhood sheltered most of my memories with lolo.

I still heave a happy sigh whenever I remember how I would terrify my lolo by standing on the eschewed floor of his bedroom and jumping with all my might just to wake him up from his deep slumber to run after me screaming nonsense like how I would wreck the house down if I would not stop. My brothers and cousins would join the chase and we'd wrap ourselves in a mat thinking that he wouldn't notice our hideout but he did, of course. He'd get a broom and hit the mat which was covering us. It did not hurt because he's softening the blow on purpose. We thought we were invincible as long as we had our protective shield. We would laugh and squeal inside the mat because the monster's outside with a weapon and he's attacking us! It was fun! So we did it again and again and again. I used to think he's just easy to fool because he's always intoxicated because he's a 'palahubog' but as I'm writing this, I realize he's no fool. He was playing with us. Even when the prank waned it's charm, he'd still make us believe that he would fall for it.

I also remember him asking me to pluck his 'uban' (gray hair) even if most of his scalp had been colonized with them. He also demonstrated how strong his toes were. Don't get your skin in between them or else you'd wince in pain. He cooked too. Fish intestines, animal's liver, heart and all the distasteful stuffs he put in a cup. He'd add spices and viola! He had his delicacy which would last a lifetime.

What I'm fond of reminiscing now was when he and lola would fight over a meal. Lolo would retreat in his bedroom and sulk and tell lola to eat all the food on the table because she's selfish like that. And my lola, in her defense, would say he's being a child again. That's when the argument would swerve back to the time of their courtship. It would then be a never ending banter between who did the first move and who gave in.

You see, my lolo's handsome. He was tall and fair. He had a pointed nose and a pair of dark round eyes. My lola's the opposite. So as a judgy eavesdropper, I did not question my lolo's suspicions about my lola's motives. Haha.

When I went home last year for the first time (after 10 years), I talked to my lola about lolo as she wiped her tears. I couldn't remember what I felt at that moment. But right now as I'm writing this, I miss him. I'm finally missing him.

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an-anxious-teen-thought-corner · 2 years

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Write a funeral from the point of view of the death person. It was a prompt I saw somewhere but idk where lol (Also, I’m sorry for any grammar mistakes, I’m not a native English speaker)

I stared at the corpse laying in the casket. There was no sign of life anymore, yet it looked more beautiful than when it was alive.

It felt weird to stare at my own body, I guess my mind was still processing the fact that I died. Am I a ghost now? I didn’t know and I honestly did not care. All that matters is that I died and I couldn’t go back even if I wanted.

My mom was silent while receiving the rest of the guests. A lot of people had come, more than I thought they would. I didn’t recognize half of them. They probably were friends of my parents and came to support them. The room was full of whispers, occasionally being broken by cries and sniffs of some of my aunts. I was not even close to them, yet they were acting as if I were their own child.

I sat at the top of the open coffin surrounded by all the flowers, thought that maybe that was the place for me. After all, I am the one being mourned.

The religious event started and ended in the blink of an eye. I spaced out most of the time. I think that at some point my mother broke down. Her eyes were now read from the tears and her normally perfect tied up hair was now down, not even brushed. Even her make up was rushed and messy.

She was the first one to come up to my casket before they closed it up. “I am sorry… I am so sorry” She broke down again. “I wish I could have done more for you”. I stared at her with guilt. My mom deserved the daughter she wanted, but instead, she was given a selfish kid that was too tired to even try to survive life. I am sorry I never became the daughter you wanted, at least this way you won’t maintain the hope of having her someday.

After her, my father came up. His normally stiff expression was softened and his sharp gaze was now completely lost. He had always been a figure of strength, a pilar of fortitude for everyone around him. I had never seen him more vulnerable than now.

My siblings, cousins, uncles, aunts and friends, they all had the time to say goodbye to me. All of them told me what they would never dare to say in life. It was easy to feel the regret and sorrow in their voice, with each word I could feel my heart sinking deeper into my soul. I wanted them to stop.

When they finally closed the casket, the cries and sobs of sorrow and pain were so loud for me to bear. How I wished they would just stop. They put the coffin with my body up in a car to bring it to the place where I would be buried.

I decided to walk along my family, who were holding each other tightly, too scared of losing someone else. My feet felt so light, yet I was walking with the weight of the tears of my love ones. I have always hated these melancholic environments, but it feels even worse when I’m the reason.

It felt like an eternal walk under the bright sun but I couldn’t feel any heat. I could see the wind moving the trees but I couldn’t feel the warm breeze hitting my body. I felt hundreds of emotions but I couldn’t let them out. As if I were dead but at the same time alive.

The rest of my funeral passed quite fast. My family being the only ones left, their lost gazes staring at my tomb full of flowers. For a moment, I felt as if I were still there. As if I were mourning the loss of a love and with them. But of course that was not the case.

I saw their figure slowly disappear in the darkness of the night as I sat there where my body had been buried. I finally had a break from the crying, only hearing the sing of crickets and the ocasional movement of animals in the threes.

A sense of grief finally hit me. I let myself fall into the ground, completely losing any sense of calm as my tears violently run trough my face. I screamed in agony. I had finally done it haven’t I? As the mess I was I didn’t try to survive. I just gave up in life. I am so sorry. I am so sorry I was so weak.

The stars were shining over my grieving soul. I kept sobbing for a while, curled up into my body, not wanting to face the tomb in front of me. But just as fast as the pain came in, it suddenly calmed and completely stopped. A letal calmness.

The sun started rising, turning the sky into a beautiful colored canvas. I rise my head prepared for the afterlife. I wish I could say I regret dying, but that would be a lie. My heart couldn’t help but feel happy. Happy that it finally ended, that I could finally rest. I slowly closed my eyes, as I disappeared into the earth where I would eternally rest.

#writing #short story #writing prompt #tw death #coffin #mourners #funeral #freedoom #my pov

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the-atlas-sister · 3 years

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The First Date (Damian Wayne X Reader)

So in this, you are the daughter of Green Arrow, Oliver Queen (NOT THE ARROW VERSION!! THE ANIMATED AND COMIC VERSION), and Black Canary, Dinah Lance. Also in this Dinah is dead and you have taken on the role of Black Canary

"Done!" Abby (moi!!!) exclaimed, tying the hair tie in my hair. "Aw, you look so good!" She backed up, admiring her work.

I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror, smiling slightly. "I mean, I usually look beautiful but now I look even more beautiful," I joked.

"I know," Abby said, making me chuckle.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. "What time is it?" I asked.

"Six on the dot," Abby said, looking impressed. "Wow."

"It is Damian," I shrugged before my eyes widened. "I'm going on a date with Damian Wayne."

"Chill," y/b/f said, noticing my panic. "You asked him out, remember?"

"But-"

"Hey Damian," y/b/f said from the living room.

I looked at Abby, a panicked expression on my face. "You're okay," she whispered before leading me out of the bathroom.

Damian looked at me before mumbling something in Arabic. I was rusty when it came to other languages but I thought I caught "Beautiful..." which was enough to make my entire face turn red.

"Hey," I said, putting on a confident face. "You look good." My eyes scanned him. He wore a pair of nice black jeans and a matching skin-tight turtle-neck.

"You look..." His eyes scanned me.

"Gorgeous? Beautiful? Sexy?" I guessed, smirking at Damian blushed.

"Yes," Damian said, making me blush.

"Okay... well," Abby said, pushing me forward. "You two have fun," she said as I slipped on my shoes. "But not too much fun." She eyeballed Damian in a very best friend way. "And have her back by 10."

"And be safe!" Myloh added.

"Bye guys," I said, quickly ushering Damian out the door before closing it. "Sorry."

"I had a similar conversation with my brothers before I left," Damian said before cringing slightly. "Although it was a bit more-"

"I don't want to know," I said, shaking my head. "So, what do you have planned, Mr. Wayne?" I asked, walking down the apartment hallway.

"That's a surprise," Damian said with a stoic face.

"Not a huge fan of surprises," I said as we reached the elevator.

"You'll like this one," Damian stated matter-of-factly, pressing the button to the last level.

"Is that a fact?" I challenged as the elevator lowered.

"Yes," Damian stated, making me tilt my head. "I did some research and I'm sure you'll enjoy this."

"I don't know if that was meant to be sweet but it came off as creepy," I chuckled, leaning on the elevator wall.

"I just meant- I asked Abby what you're interested in," Damian explained, slowly going pink.

"What'd she say?" I asked, both worried and curious.

"She explained your love of movies, books, the stars, and food," Damian stated as the doors slid open.

"So, which did you choose?" I questioned, walking backward out of the elevator.

"Still a surprise," Damian smirked, following me.

"Mhm, game on Mr. Wayne," I said, turning around and walking out the apartment building's front doors. My eyes widened a bit as I saw Damian's motorcycle parked in front of the building. "Seriously?" I asked, looking at him as he stood next to me.

"Complaining?" he asked, looking at me sideways.

"Not as long as I get to drive," I chuckled, approaching the motorcycle.

"No," Damian said, standing next to me. He grabbed one of the helmets before handing me the second one.

"I know how," I frowned.

"No," Damian repeated before blinking. "Strange, that felt familiar." He then shook his head before getting on the bike. "Come on," he said looking at me. I rolled my eyes but climbed on the bike behind him. "Hold on," he said before putting on his helmet.

"You sure you don't want to drive as a way to get me to hold on to you?" I teased, resting my head on Damian's shoulder. Damian tensed up, making me chuckle. "I was kidding," I reassured him, putting on the helmet and grabbing his shoulders.

Damian cleared his throat. "I-I respect you, but for your own safety, I suggest you put your arms around my waist."

I blushed, wrapping my arms around his waist. Damian started the bike and drove out of his parking spot. My grip tightened as Damian sped up and we reached the highway. I grinned under the helmet as the adrenaline rushed through me due to the speed.

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"You have to take me on your motorcycle more often," I said, letting out a breathy laugh and taking off my helmet.

"It's not really mine," Damian corrected, taking off his helmet and getting off the bike.

"But with Promythous-" I furrowed my brows, placing the helmet on the bike's seat.

"That was Robin's bike," Damian explained, leading me to the secret destination. He had parked a block away from the surprise place, just to keep the secrecy. "Damian Wayne does not have a motorcycle."

"Who's-" I continued, getting into pace next to Damian.

"My brother's," he shrugged with a small smug smile.

"You stole your brother's motorcycle?" I asked, laughing slightly.

"He told me, women love men with motorcycles," Damian said. "So I took that as an invitation for me to 'borrow' his." He smirked to himself at the thought. "Also, my other brother said I should. I'm not one to listen to him but, I did enjoy the idea of stealing Jason's bike." I smiled at his mini-rant. He seemed to notice. "I'm sorry for oversharing," he said, his face returning to it's neutral state.

"No, it's fine," I reassured him as we turned a corner. "It's nice hearing you talk more."

Damian blinked, obviously surprised by my answer. "What... would you like to talk about?" he asked slowly.

"You," I said. "I don't know much about you."

"O-oh," Damian stuttered, which was a rare sound. "I grew up with the League of Assassins."

"The group your father trained with?" I asked, interested to learn more. "Lead by Ra AlGugl?"

"My grandfather," Damian confirmed. "When my father was training, he met my mother. She- she tricked him into having... intercourse with her. That's how I was created. My father left before I was born and I was raised by my grandfather and mother. I was trained from birth to be the master assassin. I was supposed to be the best. There was no room for error."

"That doesn't sound like a fun childhood," I said.

"I suppose not," Damian hummed. "I loved my grandfather very much, or more admired him. He told me we would destroy the world and rebuild it in our own image." He scanned our surroundings, almost as if he was imagining how he could make each detail superior.

"That's still partly your mindset isn't it?" I asked, making Damian's gaze turn to me. "You see the world and people and just imagine how you can make them better." Damian blinked. "You even yourself believe you're better than everyone. You think you'll be a better Batman, a better hero."

"I don't-"

"I'm not critiquing, just observing," I stated. I blushed under Damian's intense stare. "I-I interrupted, I'm sorry. What about your mother?"

"She's dead," Damian said.

"Oh," I said.

"She wasn't a mother anyway," Damian continued. "Last I saw her she tried to create an adult 'perfect' clone of me and killed him."

"And I thought my dad was hardcore," I mumbled. "How did she...?"

"Helicopter crashed after trying to kill me, my father, and Grayson," Damian said almost casually.

My eyes widened. "You didn't deserve it," I said as we turned yet another corner. Damian turned to me. "You deserved a loving childhood. Not one with a group of assassins and Batman."

Damian's eyes softened. "I did get, what you call, a loving childhood with my father," he said. "He would set up movie nights. And my brothers are... overly loving, at least Grayson."

"He's Nightwing, right?" I asked, grinning a bit. Damian nodded. "I've met him. He has a bit of an older brother feel. And I'm sure he understands how hard it is to grow up with someone like Bruce."

"He has made it very clear he does," Damian scoffed. "As had Todd." I gave him a questioning look. "Red Hood."

"Oh, never met him," I mumbled.

We walked in comfortable silence for a minute.

"Here," Damian said, stopping in front of a small and quaint ice cream shop.

"Ice cream?" I asked, giving him a lopsided grin. "On Friday."

"You said you and your mother used to always had ice cream on Fridays," Damian said shyly.

I let out a small laugh. "You- this is really sweet," I said, a bit surprised. I remembered when I told him that detail about my childhood.

***Flashback***

"Tell me more about your mother," Damian said after a while of silence. "I assume she's where you got your power?"

"Yeah," I said quietly, looking up at the ceiling. "She was- awesome. She was the first Black Canary. Trained in thousands of martial art styles."

"You're telling me things I already know," Damian stated, making me look at him.

"She was a pretty cool mom," I chuckled, crossing my legs on the bed. "She couldn't cook though. That was something she wasn't taught. She'd always make time for us to have an ice cream night. Every Friday." I smiled at the memory. "Sometimes she'd come back from patrol at midnight then wake me up, just so we could still eat ice cream."

"Do you still do it?" Damian questioned, turning to face me fully. "With your father?"

"Not usually," I stated, trying not to sound bitter. "He's usually busy with the Justice League and his company."

"How did she die?" Damian asked softly, making me go stiff.

"I was thirteen," I recited. "She and my dad went to face Prometheus. It was just in the early stages of my training-at least for the Canary cry, so I wasn't allowed to go. I- I remember my dad calling the house. He told me he'd be home soon, but something happened to Mom. Apparently, Prometheus slit her throat. She didn't want anyone to find out her identity so she insisted that only Martian Manhunter or Batman operated on her."

"But it was too late," Damian assumed. I nodded.

"Dad and I hardly even spoke after that," I sighed. "It hit us both- hard, but after a year, we got through it. He's still protective though."

"What about your powers?"

"I don't use them," I stated. "My mom died before we got far in training."

"Why don't you continue?" Damian asked. "I assume the league would be open to help or your friends."

"I can't," I sighed. "My vocal cords are too old."

"That sounds like an excuse," Damian stated. "I was unaware you were a quitter, Queen."

***End of flashback***

"I just figured you'd enjoy it," Damian shrugged, turning his head to the side to hide his smile.

"I do," I chuckled. "Although this is very cliche."

"I have seen as such in many of the movies Grayson forced me to watch," Damian admitted.

"Thank you, Damian," I smiled before rushing towards the outside counter, Damian following. "Hello!" I said to the person at the counter.

"Hello," the person said. She was a pretty girl, seemingly teen age with flawless makeup. She looked like she belonged at Dutch Brothers.

"I would like two scoops of y/f/i.c (your favirote ice cream) in a cup, please," I said before turning to Damian.

"Awesome," the girl said. "And you?"

Damian glanced at me. "None for me," he answered.

"You're not going to get anything?" I asked.

"I've never had ice cream," Damian admitted.

"Never?" I asked in shock.

"No," Damian said, his face showing me he didn't understand the problem. I scanned his face before turning to the girl.

"He'll have one scoop of almond in a cup," I stated.

"Alright," the girl smiled. "Be right with you."

"I said I didn't want any," Damian said, looking at me.

"You've never had it and you can't just sit there watching me eat," I protested. "Plus, I think you'll like it."

"Why is that?" Damian challenged.

"I'm an observer of people and you seem like an almond guy," I summarized.

"Explain your thinking Miss Queen," Damian said.

"Well, almond is more of a traditional Arabic ice cream flavor (please correct me if I'm wrong, I got this off the internet), and knowing you, you prefer salty and savory over sweet," I explained before leaning back and spreading my hands like I was presenting an amazing discovery.

"We shall see," Damian just said.

"Here," the girl chimed in, interrupting our discussion. She handed us our ice cream.

"Thank you," I said. I placed my ice cream on the counter before pulling out my wallet, but Damian had already paid. "I was going to pay," I said as he handed me my ice cream.

"It's proper etiquette for the man to pay," Damian said, leading me away from the ice cream shop.

"But it's not required," I chuckled. "Besides, we're both the children of billionaires." Damian didn't answer as he led me to a small park beside the shop. "I'll just pay next time."

"Next time?" Damian asked, stopping in front of a blanket with a projector on it.

"Yeah," I smirked. "If I haven't scared you away."

"Not at all," Damian said, sitting on the blanket. He motioned for me to sit down and I obliged.

"Try the ice cream," I said excitedly. Damian glanced at the tan-colored ice cream before taking a scoop and eating it. I stared at him, waiting for some type of reaction. His eyes widened before he took another scoop. "I told you!" I smirked.

"Coincidence," Damian scoffed but took more bites.

"Mhm," I hummed, leaning back on my free hand. I looked around, noticing a screen across from the projector. "You set this up?"

"Pennyworth did," Damian corrected. "Although I choose the film."

"Oh really?" I asked. "What'd you choose?"

"y/f/a/m (your favirote animated movie)," Damian stated. My face lit up. "Abby told me it was your favorite. Although I don't understand how or why a film made for children would be your favorite."

"You've never seen it have you?" I asked. Damian shook his head. "Then you'll figure out that it's not really a children's film. And you'll discover the superior soundtrack."

#damian #damian wayne #damian x reader #damian wayne x reader #damian wayne x y/n #damian wayne x you #batman #first date #robin #dc #green arrow #black canary #dinah lance #oliver queen #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #author #alfred pennyworth

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olivia-anderson-fanfic · 3 years

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Into The Unknown, Part 11

First

Marinette was going to kill Tim.

His alarm had been going off for about three minutes now and she was going to kill him.

She sighed and finished the wing of her eyeliner and poked her head out of the bathroom to Definitely Not Curse In Front Of A Baby.

His phone was facedown and threatening to buzz itself off of the kitchen table.

She rolled her eyes and walked over to silence it, then looked around for the person who, for some reason, didn’t do that.

Tim… looked like he might already be dead?

He was still in bed, but he had also pulled all the blankets off of the corners in order to cocoon himself properly. She hesitantly glanced back at Damian, who was currently pretending to put makeup on the plush cat’s (named ‘Cat’, of course, she was beginning to sense a theme here) face. Alright, he was distracted for at least a little while.

She made her way over to Tim and, after tossing his phone onto the bedside table because she wasn’t actually sure whether she had pressed snooze or cancel, sat next to him. “Tim? You alright?”

He groaned a little and attempted to roll his cocoon away from her. It wasn’t really working. The blankets were holding him down. He had been betrayed by what he loved.

Marinette sighed and reached a hand out to feel his forehead.

Not too warm but definitely a little feverish.

She shook her head slightly and walked over to the medicine cabinet. Damian watched her with interest, green eyes wide. She flashed the kid a smile to say everything was okay -- even if it might not be from the looks of things -- and then pulled a pill bottle from the shelf. Tim had brought his meds over from the other world and she had assumed that he had made sure to give himself a prescription in this world while he was making their identities but...

Yep. He needed a refill.

“Dumbass,” she murmured, shaking her head as she put it back.

She pulled out her phone and checked to make sure that she could bring Damian to work even as an intern… yep! At least that was good.

She sighed and looked over at Tim, who had barely moved outside of pulling his phone into the cocoon. It wasn’t on, no light was emanating from it, apparently he just wanted to have it with him. Maybe it was like a stuffed animal for him, she joked mentally.

...

She sighed. Man, it was hard to tease him when he looked like that.

(… because it was too easy, obviously. What other reasons were there?)

Fine. She’d save it all up for later. For now she could be… nice-ish.

“Got a favorite tea?”

He mumbled more incoherently than Damian for a few moments before managing to choke out: “Coffee.”

She resisted the urge to flick him on the forehead and instead just got up to make him some lemon and ginger tea. Because even the most basic of bitches can’t hate lemon and ginger tea.

When she started back over Damian saw her walk past and made a quiet sound in the back of his throat to get her attention. He reached his hands out for her. She sighed and clumsily pulled him out of the high chair with one arm and positioned him on her hip.

Marinette set the tea on the bedside table. Tim glared at her for a moment and then looked pointedly at the drink.

“When you get better I’ll brew you coffee myself, but you need to at least try and be healthy until you heal up,” she promised with only minimal eye rolling.

“Not what I’m mad about,” he said, still looking at the drink as if he could will it to… be right or something.

“... do you want sugar or cream or...?” She asked once it became clear he was trying to make her guess.

“Coaster,” he said.

She groaned and quickly found one. She threw it down far harsher than was strictly necessary. Tim was worse than her mom about coasters. Let her ruin the furniture, damn it!

By the time she had gotten back Damian had started trying to crawl into the cocoon and, while the idea of the baby trying to heal Tim via cuddles was very cute, Marinette had to pull him away. Babies don’t have immune systems yet, she was pretty sure. Putting him around a sick Tim was basically asking to end up with two sick idiots to take care of.

Damian squirmed in her hands, trying to free himself so he could get back to Tim. “Bu… Nano!”

Tim smiled weakly and reached a hand out to rest on top of Damian’s head. “It’s fine, kiddo. Just gonna… sleep a little.”

“And you’re going to be coming with me to work! Doesn’t that sound fun?” She asked in her sweetest voice.

Damian scowled. “Nano.”

“‘Nano’ needs sleep,” she tried again.

Damian shook his head. Marinette glanced at the time and cringed. Alright. Looks like there’s no time to do this in a gentle way.

She glanced at Kaalki. “Lock the door behind me?”

Kaalki looked up. She had… put a portal on the ceiling on the floor and was, apparently, trying to see how fast she could get the empty water bottle to fall before it started to melt.

The kwami shrugged. Marinette was going to take it as a yes.

She allowed Damian to get one last hug from Tim while she slipped on her shoes and gathered everything she’d need for the day... and then she grabbed him and sprinted out the door before the kid could get too angry.

… and so, screaming baby in her arms, she ran to catch the train.

The crying didn’t stop for a long time. Or maybe it was only five minutes. It still felt like forever. It was the first time Damian was really away from Tim (when she was taking care of Damian Tim was still in the house and able to get there at any point, so those times didn’t really count) in almost three months. Of course the kid was freaking out.

… he was definitely going to freak out even more when he realized that Marinette was leaving, too.

Was it too late to call in sick for work?

Probably.

Well, it was going to have to happen eventually.

She groaned a little to herself and hugged Damian closer in her lap, chin resting on top of his head. The subway was interesting to him, it seemed. That was fair. Public transportation is weird. There was a guy doing stripper moves on one of the poles and Marinette was hardly even phased. At least Damian was enjoying it, clapping excitedly and yelling “raqs!” at the ‘performer’.

But, all too soon, she reached her stop. She waved to the man with Damian and then carried him out to her job.

There was a lot of paperwork involved with signing a kid up for daycare. She didn't know why this surprised her, but it did. It was a pain, too. Remembering all the fake birth dates and names and affiliations that they had come up with. She had been tempted to pull up her cheat sheet on her phone but she was scared that would make her look like an incompetent parent -- or worse, like she was faking the entire thing and wasn’t even biologically or legally related to the kid.

It was an irrational fear, she knew, but damn was it prevalent.

So, she just glared at the papers. She could see Damian doing the same from where he had sat himself down on the table, occasionally glancing over to make sure that this was still what they were doing. It was kind of cute. It was very hard to remain angry through that.

She nuzzled her nose against his cheek, smiling at the little giggles he gave.

She went back to the paperwork in considerably lighter spirits. Once she had finally filled out all the vaccination records (and made a mental note to actually try and figure out how many vaccines the kid had, if any) she sighed and turned to the kid.

“Alrighty, I gotta go to work, Dami.”

Damian didn’t understand much English yet, a byproduct of suddenly being introduced to the language after a year of only being spoken to in Arabic, but he certainly understood what those words meant: she was about to leave him.

And it wasn’t like he didn’t cry a little when she left every day, the little sniffles and pleading looks weren’t at all new to her. But, now that Tim wasn’t there, he was full-on wailing. He crawled to the edge of the table, towards her, and she had to lunge to catch him before he fell…

But apparently this was the plan, because he instantly fisted his little hands in her shirt and curled up in her arms.

… damn. How was she supposed to just leave when he was like this…?

She held him tighter, nuzzling her face in his hair. “It’s just a little while, Dami. I’ll be back. I’ll come back. Sa’aeud. I’ll be back.”

Damian buried himself closer in her shirt and she sighed, looking up at the poor daycare worker.

“I’m sorry…”

“First time you’re leaving him with someone else?” The woman said with a kind smile. Her name was Ava, according to her name tag.

Marinette nodded helplessly. Damian had wrapped his little legs around her. His grip was surprisingly strong. It would definitely take a lot of effort to pry the kid off. If she walked over to her boss he could see the situation and he might give her the day off, he was just a few floors away, she should at least try --.

Ava knelt down next to her and reached a hand for Damian.

Slowly, reluctantly, Marinette opened her arms so the woman could detach Damian from her.

“All kids are like this the first few times. Think of it as a compliment: he thinks you’re safe.”

Marinette nodded slightly and helped pull one of Damian’s hands from her shirt. Damian stopped crying to look up at her, eyes wide and glassy with tears, and then he started crying harder, she hadn’t even thought that that was possible --.

Ava managed to pull Damian off of Marinette and, while the kid was still, he was still hiccuping he was crying so hard.

Marinette gave him a sad smile. “It’ll be okay, Dami. ‘ant bi’aman. Sa’aeud.”

He didn’t look like he believed her assurances.

“Mar-ree?” He tried, one last time, reaching one little hand out for her.

She gently took the hand, pressing a kiss into his palm. “I gotta go to work, Dami.”

Damian’s hand dropped.

Ava gave her a tiny smile and knocked shoulders with her. “Cheer up. You did everything right by saying you’ll come back to him. Say that every time and, eventually, he’ll start to believe you.”

She nodded. She wasn’t happy about it, though. She just watched Damian cry as he was taken into the daycare room until Ava had the sense to close the door.

… when she came back at the end of the day, Damian was enjoying himself.

He was playing a game with Ava. Ava would try and build something with blocks and he would wait until he had determined that she was almost done before knocking it over. What an asshole. She loved him.

She smiled faintly and waved at him when he noticed her. He instantly lit up, pushing himself up onto shaky feet and toddling (wait, is that why they’re called toddlers?!) over to her. He was getting better at walking. He managed to get three-fourths of the way across the room before he fell to his knees and crawled the rest of the way. She smiled and picked him up, nuzzling her nose against his cheek.

“Hey, Dami.”

“Mar-ree! Hi!”

Aw, he learned what ‘hi’ means! She thought but she wasn’t going to say that aloud.

“Make any friends?” She said instead.

Damian stared at her with wide eyes. She smiled and pressed a kiss to the top of his head.

Ava gave her a tiny smile as she walked over. “Sorry, but I do have to ask for ID.”

“... you saw me drop him off… literally this morning?”

“Yeah, I know. Just protocol,” she said, giving an apologetic smile.

Marinette shrugged a little and nodded, carefully shifting Damian to one arm so she could do that. She also had to fill out a little paper that asked for a review of their services and any suggestions. Marinette wrote the words ‘pay the people more’, because taking care of one kid was stressful enough, she couldn’t imagine taking care of multiple at the same time, no amount of money would be enough to convince her to do that.

After she had signed every form that needed signing, she was free to leave.

And so, a good two hours after she usually left work, she started on the commute home with her kid.

Damian enjoyed the ride home even more than the ride there. The person that had been sitting next to Marinette had brought a sketchbook along and, when Damian had watched with that wide-eyed baby stare, had given him a piece of paper and pencil so he could do some work of his own.

Damian presented Marinette with a bunch of scribbles halfway through the ride, beaming widely.

“Tell me about your work,” she said jokingly.

Damian seemed to get it, because he took the paper from her and started babbling along and pointing to different areas as he explained what his thought process was.

(And, if Marinette missed her stop so he could talk longer, well, no one had to know.)

~~~~~

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#everyone when they see itu updated: *sighs and tabs over to word hippo*#into the unknown #maribat #timinette #timari #timmari #shutterbug #ladybug #marinette dupain cheng #red robin #tim drake

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dreamywriterinthedark · 3 years

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Recess sobs and bedtime resolutions

Pairing: fem!Reader x Spencer

Request: Ok so the reader is a psychologist and is married to spencer and they have a 5 year old daughter who gets in trouble for punching a kid because they picked on her because they didn't beleive her dad was in the fbi If that makes sense any who if you don't write this i get it I just want to see speancers reaction

Trigger warnings: bullying, physical violence. (let me know if i forgot something)

Category: fluff, slight angst.

A/N: thank you so much for this request! I hope you like it. The daughter sounds a bit older than 5, in my head she’s in the early stages of elementary school. Let me know what you think about it! I’d be glad to receive some feedback. (Btw I hurt my own feelings writing this, you can’t even imagine...)

You were in your office, a typical Tuesday afternoon until you heard your office phone ring once more. You held up your finger to make your client pause what they were saying, you picked up the phone only to hang up.

“I apologise for the inconvenience. Now where were we ?” you said trying to get your client comfortable again despite the ringing. As she was about to speak up again, your cellphone rang, Spencer’s name lit up your screen and that’s when you were starting to get concerned.

“I’m so sorry I have to get that.” You said exiting the office to take the call. You were happy to hear your significant other’s voice nonetheless you knew he wouldn’t normally call you during working hours.

“Hi darling, is everything okay ?”

“No, not really. The school called, there’s an emergency.” he responded wrapping his scarf around his neck as he was making his way to the elevator.

“What happened ?” you asked getting more and more worried.

“She punched a classmate in the face. Can you believe it ?!” he pressed the button 0 waving goodbye to his coworkers.

“What ? Our daughter? Jane ? Are you sure it’s not her evil twin ?”

“Eviler twin you mean ? No offense, Y/n, but if she had one, I’m pretty sure you would remember…”

“Alright, I’ll tell my secretary to cancel all my appointments for the day. I’ll meet you there.”

“Love you, bye.”

“Love you too.” You answered before hanging up. You made it a little bit of a rule to yourself to never say ‘goodbye’ to him because you thought that if you did it may increase the chances of you never seeing him again. You knew it was a bit silly but with all those times he was close to death, you’d believe in any superstition if that meant he would get home safe.

After taking care of your client and letting your secretary handle the rest, you hurried out of your office to drive to your daughter’s elementary school.

You pushed the interphone button, once you were allowed entrance you walked to the principal’s office. You softly knocked, when the door opened it showed Spencer sitting in a chair right across the desk, next to it was an empty chair meant for you.

“I’m sorry, I came as I soon as I could.” you apologized.

“Well, I assume you’re Jane’s mother. It’s nice to meet you. I’m Principal Walker.” he greeted shaking your hand. As you sat down, Spencer gave you his best polite white smile.

“Do you know what you’re here for ?” he inquired.

“You said our daughter was involved in a conflict with a student...” you answered.

“Your daughter punched a student in the face.” He said bluntly.

“Right…”

“Are you sure it’s Jane ?” Spencer asked still struggling to believe it.

“Wait until you see her knuckles...”

Spencer put his face in his hands in defeat, you rubbed his shoulder to bring him comfort.

“What happened exactly ?” you asked.

“Well, it was during the 10AM break. Jane went out to play with her classmates when a boy started arguing with her. Next thing we hear is a scream, the boy is on the floor crying.”

You and Spencer both looked at each other with an immense look of stupor.

“The boy, did he bully her ?” Spencer asked trying to find some innocence in the sweet child of his.

“Not that we know of.” answered the principal.

“Is he okay though ?” you questioned.

“Yes, just a minor injury. He went back home.”

You nodded, “So what happens next ?”

“We are giving her a warning but the next time something like this happens there will be harsher consequences than a simple punishment. Understood ?”

“Yes. we understand. Thank you for your time, sir.” you said as you rose up from your chair. Spencer and you both exited the room finding your daughter in the waiting lounge looking guilty as ever. You saw Spencer’s face look puzzled and hostile. To torture your daughter with even more guilt you told her to ride back home with her dad which she did not love but couldn’t protest.

Spencer hardly spoke to Jane the entire drive. He was dry, so much it looked like he ignored her. Jane was desperate to get him to talk to her.

“Please, dad. Don’t be mad at me!” she exclaimed.

“I’m not mad, I’m disappointed.” those words he pronounced cut like a knife. You knew that by seeing her dad’s reaction she would become aware of the gravity of her actions. And he actually wasn’t mad, at least not until he saw her pouting face. He loved her too much to be angry.

“Okay but can you just talk to me!” she whined.

“Oh we will, back home with your mom.”

That car ride lasted longer for Jane than usual. No music, no anecdotes nor laughs, just plain silence and introspection while gazing at the landscape.

Your house was in the suburbs near a forest, Spencer had all sorts of scientific arguments as to why living near nature was beneficial but you just loved the paysage before your eyes when taking your morning coffee. The location was perfect; in nature which means less pollution, noise and lower criminal rates yet a short car ride from the city which was full of cultural spots and with high quality education.

Jane tried to run up the stairs in hope to avoid her parents’ correction but was interrupted by your strict toned voice; “Not so fast, young lady.”

She shut her eyes stopping dead in her tracks, she lifted her stuffed animal and said to it “It was nice knowing you, fluffy.” She then turned around and sat on the couch.

Spencer was pacing around, “Why did you do it ?” He asked his daughter his voice slightly higher than before. She started melting in tears which truly pained him. You walked up to her, as you were sat on the couch next to her you started stroking her arm and drying her tears.

“It’s okay. We’re just trying to understand why you did that. There’s no way you would’ve done it without a reason.” you told her.

“Jeremy kept making fun of me…” she struggled to get out whimpering.

“How long has he been making fun of you ?” Spencer asked.

“Since Valentine’s day when everyone was exchanging cards but my box was empty.” You glanced at Spencer in shock of how long you hadn’t known your daughter was getting bullied, silently suffering.

“Honey, I’m so sorry you had to go through this.” you reassured her kissing her cheek and running your hands through her hair. “But what happened exactly that made you punch him ?”

“He made fun of dad, he wouldn’t believe he was in the FBI.” She answered tilting her head up. “I asked him to stop but he wouldn’t so I defended myself.” she affirmed seeming not so guilty anymore. You unwrapped your arms from her giving her a frown.

“That’s not how you deal with problems.” Spencer said sitting on the low table across the couch.

“Yeah, you could’ve talked to us first but you didn’t even try. You know you can tell us everything ?” You backed him up.

“I know but I thought I could deal with this problem on my own. You guys always seem so good at it. And I want to be just like you when I grow up.”

You glanced at Spencer both slightly smiling at each other.

“If there’s one thing I learned from my job at the FBI is that violence is never the answer. It’s only justifiable if it’s legitimate defence; when you life is in danger.”

“Dad, do you still love me ?” she asked watching her feet swinging on the edge of the couch.

“Of course, I love you. I always will, no matter what.” he responded taking hold of her hand. “Okay?” She nodded. She didn’t seem to understand that punching someone is wrong. You needed to have a talk with Spencer;

“Now go to your room and do your homework, we’ll talk punishment tomorrow morning.” You said.

“But-“ she protested.

“No buts, go to your room.” You ordered.

You joined Spencer on the couch, he looked completely defeated. “Hey, are you alright ?” You asked him while taking a seat next to him. “Yes.” He answered a bit too quickly. “I mean…No…Not really.” You knew exactly why he was feeling like this. “It’s not your fault, Spence.” you reassured him playing with his hair.

“This whole time…And I didn’t know she was struggling. What kind of father am I ?”

“I come home every night and I didn’t know about this. It’s not because of your job, it’s not because of us. I’m blaming the school, here. They’re the ones who are supposed to prevent bullying from happening.”

He rummaged his hair with his hands whilst his elbows rested on his knees.

“Plus it’s a good sign, she doesn’t get along with kids her age…” you said slightly smirking.

“How?!” Spencer asks slightly irritated due to his public middle school flashbacks.

“It’s a sign of high intellectual potential. Her emotional age is too advanced for kids her age to understand, they tend to be too insensitive for her. She believes animals and inanimate objects have emotions and that they are intelligent. She talks to her stuffed animal like it’s a pet. She took the pepperonis out of her pizza! Also she has an enormous amount of creativity and she’s highly sensitive to her surroundings. Have you seen how she profiled your every move and suddenly her emotions followed ? Just like you she’s protective of the ones she loves. She only punched that kid because he wasn’t exactly talking highly of you…”

“So you’re saying…”

“Our daughter could be a genius.”

“As mother as daughter.” he complimented with a smirk.

“Oh come on we know who’s the genius here!” you said slapping his shoulder playfully.

You both chuckled. You kept talking for at least half an hour to come up with a plan you both agreed to. It’s not good for a child to watch their parents disagree.

~slight time lapse~

An hour after dinner, you went up to your daughter’s bedroom as it was her bedtime. You leaned on the door frame admiring Spencer, sat next to Jane on her bed, reading a story to her about conflict to teach her what to do in the type of situations she got in. He learned that from you since you were a psychologist. He admired how resourceful and clever you were. He couldn’t be more proud to have you as his significant other and the mother of his child. Your foot made a cracking noise on the hard wood floor which caught Jane attention.

“Mommy! Come!” she exclaimed shaking her little hands.

“What’s up?” you ask sitting next to the bed.

“Me and dad were reading this book you got me and now i understand. I’m sorry for not coming to you first. I just didn’t like what they said about dad.”

“Honey, it doesn’t matter what people think of you. Seeking validation from people can be so unhealthy. If you keep bottling up your emotions you’re going to explode like a bomb and that’s no good.”

“Can you forgive me, mommy ?”

“Of course. You’re still growing, as long as you learn from your mistakes I’m confident you’re going to be alright.” You answered squeezing her hand. Spencer watched in awe, it reminded him how in love with you he is.

“Yes, please don’t ever do that again!” he said a bit too quickly with a high pitched voice that made you all burst in laughter.

“Alright, you should get some sleep.” you told her giving her a kiss on the cheek and tucking her in; “Good night, my love.”

Spencer kissed her temple and set aside the little book he was reading to her wishing her good night as well. You walked out switching the lights off. As you walked down the stairs you asked Spencer to stop in his tracks pointing your finger up; Jane was talking to her stuffed animal. You both had to muffle your laughs. The future looked bright.

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