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Easter Sunday

a/n: in honor of my favorite holiday and favorite comfort character

Summary: A cute Easter brunch with the team and some Reid babies

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (fluff)

Word Count: 3.0k

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The sun shining through the large double windows marks the perfect start to the day. The weather forecast has promised sunshine and higher-the-usual temperatures for the holiday weekend. Emily let the team have a five-day weekend as the BAU tradition has dictated for several years. Hotch originally started it, realizing, three months after Christmas, there was a need for family time.

For the Reid children, things look different now that their dad is home more. He has always been very present, but now he’s at more practices, doing drop-offs and pick-ups, and reading stories at bedtime. Still, their excitement for Easter has been growing, knowing it means uninterrupted time with all of their uncles and aunts.

“Good morning, gorgeous.” Spencer greets her from the doorway before she notices he’s not in bed next to her.

He hands her the mug she has every day, filled with perfectly made coffee. He’s the expert at that, so it’s his first task in the morning.

“Thank you, handsome.” She replies, adding to the thanks with a soft kiss on his lips. “It looks like a good day out there.” She notes as he draws the curtain open.

“It’s meant to be in the high 70s later.” He reports, probably having already skimmed the New York Times.

She grins, sipping her coffee. “Perfect for today.”

“We should host one time,” Spencer suggests.

Y/n chuckles softly, shaking her head. “Rossi would never go for it, and I thought you’d know better than to mess with tradition.”

He nods, knowing it’s true. “We’ll stick to summer barbeques and birthday parties since it’s the perfect house.”

It’s the type of house Spencer never really saw himself living in. Growing up, he lived comfortably, and thanks to the mortgage being paid off before his dad left, he continued living in a very middle-class area of suburban Las Vegas until he went to school.

California was more expensive, but between his multiple scholarships, he had enough money to feed himself, always be caffeinated, and live in a small apartment near Cal Tech. He didn’t see the need to spend every cent he had living somewhere fancier, and his mom’s treatment wasn’t fully covered, so he paid for that.

In DC, his place was simple. He didn’t need anything more than a one-bedroom apartment since he didn’t have family coming to stay, and without any student debt and a good-paying job, he had more money than he needed.

When they moved in together, it was to Y/n’s larger apartment that they eventually brought, and with two bedrooms, there was no need for anything huge until Matilda was old enough to sleep in her own room.

After learning they would have twins their second time, their quickly growing family needed much more space, so they brought their dream house. As much as he wanted it, Spencer never expected to have a family or a large home in the suburbs, but he does now, and every morning, he’s grateful for it.

“True.” Y/n agrees.

Spencer sits back on the bed next to her, and she throws her legs over his lap, wrapping her arms around his waist and nuzzling into his side as they enjoy a few minutes together in silence before the craziness of their day starts.

Gurgling on the baby monitor breaks the peace, and the video feed shows Mabel standing up and shaking the crib bars.

“I’ll go.” Spencer declares, shuffling away from her to get out of bed. “And I’ll get the twins changed.”

Y/n raises her eyebrows, looking impressed with what he’s promising to tackle. “Good luck.” She jokes, grinning at him as she also gets out of bed.

“I’ve got this.” He assures her. “Go shower and get dressed up.”

She’s not about to argue with it. Having a shower where she doesn’t get interrupted by little hands banging on the door asking for snacks or to change the TV channel would be a rarity.

Her new dress is perfect for Easter and spring, long and flowy white fabric with a blue floral pattern and a sweetheart neckline. It’ll look even better with some soft curls in her hair.

Spencer’s first stop is Mabel’s room. The door’s sign says her name, and the bedroom has cute flowers painted on the wall above the crib. “Hi, sweet baby.” He coos, reaching out for his youngest. She still wears her sleep sack to bed, and Spencer thinks it’s the cutest thing.

She squeals when she recognizes him, jumping adorably. “Daddy!” She yells in her sleepy voice.

He scoops her up, wrapping his arms around her and cuddling her tightly to his chest before kissing her forehead. “You know, I think you might be ready for a big girl’s bed soon.” He tells her.

Mabel rests her forehead against his. “Like Tilda?” She asks, eyes sparkling at the mention of her big sister.

“Just like Matilda and the twins, too.” He answers.

She pulls back from him quickly with excitement. “We go see them?”

“Let Daddy put your pretty dress on you first, and then we can see them.” He tells her. “If they’re awake.”

They are awake, he discovers when he finally finishes dressing Mabel. She runs ahead of Spencer and climbs the stairs without help to find the three of them in the living room.

“Hi, little people,” Spencer says, announcing himself to them.

They spin around from the TV, jumping up from where they’re sitting and rushing over to hug him. It’s one of his favorite sights when they get excited that their eyes shine upon seeing him, and one of the best feelings is how warm he feels when they race over and fling their arms around him. He has never felt as much love as he does now, yet somehow, it grows more each day.

“Daddy, it’s Easter!” Matilda cheers.

“I know.” He says. “Happy Easter.”

“Did the Easter bunny come?” Toby wonders.

Spencer nods. “Grandpa Rossi called to say he’d dropped off lots of chocolate eggs for all of you.” It’s a lie, technically, but it makes their faces light up all over again, so it’s worth it.

“Are the cousins coming?” Aspen wonders.

“Henry, Michael, Jake, David, Chloe, Lily, Rose, and Hank is as well,” Spencer lists the other BAU kids and former BAU kid, earning another round of cheers from his kids. “We need to get ready, though. Tillie, your dress is hanging in your wardrobe. Want me to help you, Aspen?”

She shakes her head. “No, I can get changed by myself.”

Independent as always, and something he should have anticipated. “Okay, upstairs and into dresses.” He instructs. “Then you can watch TV. T, you want daddy’s help getting ready?”

“Can you put gel in my hair?” Toby asks. “Mommy says that it looks handsome.”

Spencer chuckles at how cute his little boy is. “Sure, bud.” He agrees. “And it does make you look very handsome.”

It’s always a juggle with four kids, trying to get everyone dressed in time to go anywhere. Mabel can’t be left alone, so Spencer has to multitask between keeping her from running away to cause trouble while doing Toby’s hair and ensuring Aspen and Matilda haven’t gotten distracted.

“Look how handsome you look.” Y/n coos as she peers into the bathroom where Spencer’s finishing off Toby’s hair.

“Mommy!” He squeals, jumping off the stool and running over to hug her.

She hugs him back, careful not to ruin his hair. “Hey, bubba, did Daddy do your hair really nice?”

“Mhm.” He answers.

“You want help getting changed?” She offers, met by him shaking his head, following the independent streak of his older sisters. “Alright, get to it, Mister.” She instructs, sending him off to his room with a pat on the back. Spencer’s eyes stay fixed on her as she stands there, and he rests against the bathroom counter. “What?” She asks shyly.

He smiles softly at her. “Nothing.” He shakes his head. “It’s just you’re so pretty. I still can’t believe you’re my wife.”

Then Y/n is grinning dumbly, twirling in her dress for him to get the full 360 view. “I might marry you again if you keep being so sweet.”

“Then I’d be the luckiest guy in the world again.” He tells her, walking over and placing his hands on her waist. He just stands there looking at her, admiring every detail of her makeup.

“Stop.” She says, pushing his shoulder. “I love you, Spencer Reid.”

Spencer steals a kiss, careful not to mess up her pink lipstick. “I love you more, Y/n Reid.”

She shakes her head. “Impossible, but we should debate that later.” She decides. “We’ve got babies to get ready.”

“Yeah.” Spencer agrees. “It’s been oddly silent for a little too long.”

Thankfully, the silence wasn’t getting-into-mischief silence. Y/n takes over getting the kids ready while Spencer gets himself dressed, and impressively, they’re done five minutes early.

“How you do this every morning is a miracle to me.” He remarks as they make their way out the door.

“I’m just a super mom.” She jokes, but it’s the truth.

“You absolutely are.” Spencer agrees with her. “The best mom in the world.”

Car rides are possibly louder than being inside, thanks to the enclosed space, but Rossi’s house is only a few minutes drive, and they pull in behind JJ’s car.

The girls are in pretty pink dresses that’ll no doubt end up covered in grass stains, and Toby’s pastel blue shirt matches Spencer’s. In both Y/n and Spencer’s eyes, they’re the most beautiful children ever.

“Little Reids!” Penelope cheers as soon as they’re through Rossi’s wide-open front door. She’s crouched down to scoop them all up, wrapping them all in a tight hug, looking like the definition of sunshine in her yellow dress. “Aren’t you four just so perfect?” She asks rhetorically as she pulls back to look at them. They are, and their parents nod to answer her confession.

After answering a few of Penelope’s questions, they squirm away to run through the house and greet everyone else.

“And the perfect parents.” She greets them with hugs as well.

Y/n chuckles onto her shoulder. “You look incredible, Pen.” She compliments.

“That’s you, Mrs. Reid.” She replies. “And you’re all matching, just the cutest family ever.”

Spencer grins, wrapping his arm around his wife’s shoulder. “We kind of are.” He agrees.

“Come on, come see everyone.” Penelope ushers them through the house, taking on the role of secondary host as she usually does at Rossi’s. She and Krystall tag-team the job.

Henry, Michael, Hank, Matilda, Toby, Aspen, and Mabel are waiting in the living room, their little faces pressed against the glass as they look out the big glass doors trying to spot the hidden easter eggs in the garden.

Everyone’s in their nice clothing, dresses and good shirts with jackets. It’s mostly BAU members Y/n often sees at Rossi’s, but Derek and Savannah have made the trip and quickly hug their old friends.

“Look at you, mama,” Derek remarks. “You’re as gorgeous as ever.”

“And you’re as flattering as ever.” She jokes, nudging his shoulder. “We didn’t know for sure that you’d be coming.”

“Couldn’t miss a family day.” He reminds her.

The Simmons’ walk through the door a moment later, and Rossi flings open the glass doors for the excited children to race outside and start their egg hunt with squeals of delight.

Y/n gives Rossi a hug as the adults stream outside. “Thank you for hosting another wonderful Easter.”

“You’re always welcome, my dear.” He assures her. “I hope you don’t mind the little Reids going home full of sugar.” He nods to the massive baskets of chocolate and candy each kid carries, almost as big as Mabel.

“I guess Spencer’s doing bedtime.” She jokes. An hour on the trampoline should do the trick.

“Speak of the devil,” Rossi says, drawing her attention to her husband as he comes waltzing over, holding out an extra mimosa to her.

She takes it appreciatively, letting him wrap his arm around her shoulder. “A very handsome devil.” She chuckles, making Spencer blush easily. It’s endearing to her that he reacts the way he did the first time.

“Shall we eat?” Rossi asks, looking around the yard where everyone’s scattered chatting.

“It almost looks too delicious to eat.” Y/n compliments, looking at the spread.

It’s the gorgeous, perfectly prepared food the team has become accustomed to having at Rossi’s. There are hot cross buns, fresh bread, fruit salad, pastries of all kinds, bacon, eggs, waffles, and all the toppings in the world.

They sit at the adult table, and Spencer’s hand drifts to her knee instinctively. It’s why she sits on his left side each time. The kid table is next to the big one with smaller seats and prefilled plastic cups of juice. Rossi and Krystall are always prepared to entertain.

The kids take their seats, and Y/n momentarily leaves to ensure they’re getting balanced plates and not just gorging themselves on chocolate and candy.

Then she’s back to Spencer’s side, and they’re talking with the rest of the team, basking in the warmth of the sun and family. It’s what they always have been. Even throughout the darkness they’ve seen over the years, they’re closer than ever, and there’s so much love between them.

After brunch, a few drinks in, and Spencer’s more relaxed, pulling Y/n onto his lap and resting his head on her shoulder while they laugh and joke with the team.

It doesn’t last too long before someone’s pulling on Spencer’s sleeve. “Daddy, can you look for the Easter eggs in the trees?” Toby asks, showing him his best puppy eyes even though it’s unnecessary since he’d do anything for him.

Spencer looks around the table to see Derek and Matt being asked the same question, all three of them being targeted by their sons for their height. Flashing a curious look at Rossi, Spencer agrees, moving out from under Y/n to join the hunt.

Rossi and Krystall insist on cleaning up, not wanting their guests to move a muscle, which leaves most of the girls alone at the table since Penelope and Luke are getting drinks and definitely not flirting with each other.

Rose, who has been sleeping so far, starts to cry in her carrier, and Kristy unclips her, pulling her into her arms for cuddles to quiet her. She’s adorable, most similar looking to Jake, in Y/n’s opinion.

“She’s so tiny.” Y/n remarks off-handedly, looking at the small baby. “What’s it like? Four to five?”

All eyes are on her in a second, but JJ beats everyone else to speak. “You’re not...”

Y/n shakes her head quickly, stopping that rumor before it can start. “No. No, I’m not.” She assures them, holding up her glass of champagne to prove it. “I’m just wondering.”

“The nights are rough, but diaper changing is still the same,” Kristy answers honestly. “And Mabel’s probably young enough that you’ve got all her stuff. Is it something you’re considering?”

Y/n shakes her head again. “Not until I see a little baby or that.” Her eyes drift to Spencer, who’s chasing Toby and Aspen around the yard. “But we could end up with twins again, and I think six is a little too crazy.”

Laughter breaks out around the rest of the group, which relieves the seriousness of discussing family planning.

“Here.” Kristy offers Rose to hold, and Y/n takes the baby happily, looking at her adorable face and seeing up close how tiny she is.

“She’s so precious.” She notes, catching Spencer’s eyes. “Spence, look at how little she is.”

Her address gets Matt and Derek’s attention, who are standing next to Spencer. “Uh oh,” Derek remarks knowingly, smirking at Spencer.

“Someone’s about to commit to a new baby.” Matt pats him on the shoulder, smirking as well.

Spencer chuckles, unsure of if it’s true or not. He’ll give her another baby, promised he’d go up to five if she was willing. “Do you think I could pretend I didn’t hear her?” He asks jokingly.

“Get over there, papa bear.” Derek insists with a laugh.

Dutifully, he walks over, sitting next to Y/n and admiring the baby. “She’s so cute.” He compliments Kristy first.

“Look at how little she is.” Y/n repeats.

“Yeah, it seems impossible they’re ever this little.” He remarks, earning hums of agreement from the other women sitting around the table who once had babies this little and now have fully grown children running around in the yard. He remembers when his children were that little like it was yesterday, but Rose still looks tiny. “No more, though.” He tells his wife with a laugh.

“Yeah, you’re right.” She agrees. “Not when we’re just getting full nights of sleep.”

The party continues into the late afternoon. The company is too good, and too much fun is being had for anyone to leave earlier.

Despite how much candy they’ve eaten, Aspen and Matilda still manage to eat more in the car on the way home. Y/n agrees they can sleep in the lounge for a sleepover while watching movies, and it takes them far longer than usual to fall asleep, but they do.

Y/n and Spencer hug in the kitchen as they watch the ending credits. He knows it’s a good chance to ask about what he heard earlier. “Do you actually want another baby?”

She’s taken aback, figuring it was forgotten, but she shakes her head. “Not really, but I think our kids are beautiful, and babies are cute when they’re that little.”

“We’d get more chocolate if we had five.” Spencer jokes, nodding to the baskets on the table and pulling away from her to steal one.

“Spencer.” She giggles, splitting the chocolate egg with him. “I think we’ve got more than enough. It’ll last us until next year.”

“I love Easter, you know?” He asks rhetorically. “And you, everything we have, our kids, being a dad, brunch.”

She nods in agreement, leaning up to peck his lips. “I love you, too. Thanks for being in this with me.”

Spencer takes her left hand and kisses her ring finger. “Always.”

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Cozy Corner

Flufftober Day 5: Book Shop

Loki Laufeyson x f!reader

Word Count: 1.0k

AN: I loved writing this one. I love Austen and you can absolutely tell haha. I feel like I probably should have said this before but I don't have a beta reader, any mistakes are my own. (if you want to be a beta reader for me let me know) Please reblog if you enjoyed it!

divider credit: @royallaesthetics

Your favorite part of living in New York was the fact that you could find pretty much any kind of store you could ever think of, and it would only be a short walk and a subway ride away. Take your favorite bookstore, Cozy Corner. The owner was an older woman who had introduced herself as Martha to you within the first few minutes of your first visit. Martha had been a librarian at an elementary school in Brooklyn for 45 years before she decided that she wanted to open her store.

You had stumbled upon this place by accident. You had been looking for a new store to buy books from when you had decided that the huge Barnes and Noble in the city was way too hard for you to navigate. So you went for a walk and decided to see if you could find a small one on your path.

You had, and it turned out to be one of the best things to happen to you since you moved into the city. You could spend hours of your day here, lounging in the plush chairs that sit by Martha’s front window, reading whatever new books she had gotten. She keeps bringing you mugs of coffee, and you're not exactly sure where they come from given that she doesn't sell coffee but you’re grateful for it anyway.

Your favorite way to spend your day had become reading at the store, and the other regular that you have seen come in increasing frequency is just a bonus. At least that is what you tell Martha when she asks you what you think of the handsome man who keeps smiling at you without ever saying anything.

He is nice to look at, you won’t deny that. He’s tall and lithe and has an aura of confidence and power that you can’t seem to forget. Martha tells you he’s a fan of the classics, that he’s bought a copy of every Hemingway that she has in stock and she’s sure that the two of you would get along. You don’t know if she just wants to matchmake or if she genuinely thinks the two of you would get along but you don’t have the heart to tell her that you don’t think it’ll work out.

He’s gorgeous and intimidating and everything you’d want in a man but is too afraid to go for. Luckily you don’t have to muster up the confidence to speak to him, he speaks to you first.

“Is this seat taken?” He asks gesturing to the only other plush chair in the store. It doesn’t exactly match the one that you’re sat in but it doesn’t take away from the ambiance in the room at all.

You’re taken aback by his request but still manage to nod your assent. He’s never stayed this long before. Usually, he just comes in and presses the stacks for an hour or so before making a purchase and smiling at you as he leaves. Today he seems inclined to sit and start his newest purchase right away.

“Loki,” he says and reaches his hand out for you to shake. You do and give him your name in response. You don’t try to continue the conversation beyond that, afraid to interrupt Loki’s reading. He however doesn’t seem to have any qualms with conversation.

“Haven’t you read that before?” He references the semi-battered copy of Pride and Prejudice in your hands. You’re stunned by his observational skills and you admit to yourself, also a little flattered.

“It’s my favorite Austen novel. I read it at least three times a year.” You admit, pulling the book closer to your chest. You move it closer to your heart.

“I’m partial to Persuasion myself but I enjoy all of Austen’s work,” he replies and fully closes and puts down his book. It’s a leatherbound copy of Crime and Punishment, you remember reading it for a college literature class and are excited to be able to talk to him about something else.

You don’t even realize how long the two of you are talking until Martha rounds the corner with a sheepish expression on her face.

“I hate to interrupt you two but it’s time to close.” You take a glance at the clock and are surprised at how late it’s gotten. But what catches your eye is the fact that technically the shop should’ve closed two hours ago.

‘Martha!” you exclaimed “Why on earth did you let us stay for so long?” You quickly stand and go to collect your things grabbing the book on the table in front of you without really looking. Loki moves to the same. Martha tuts at you, “I was going to, but I saw how wonderfully you two were getting along and I didn’t want to stop you.”

Your chest swells with affection for the older woman and you fondly shake your head at her. “Well next time feel free to interrupt, you don't have to stay open just for us.”

‘Next time?” Loki asks and you turn to him.

“Yeah, unless you don’t want to continue our riveting conversation on philosophy in fiction?” You ask teasingly but with an undercurrent of seriousness. You thought the conversation was going well but now you worry that maybe he didn’t think the same.

“I’d be delighted to.” He tells you “But I also believe that it is much past our dear Martha’s bedtime and we should postpone our discussion for at least a few hours.” He smirks and looks towards the woman. She takes the cue and goes to collect the rest of her belongings so that the three of you can leave and she can lock up the store behind you.

With your jacket on, ready to face the slight fall chill that permeates the late-night New York air you step out of the comfort of the store. You turn to Loki and wish him a good night before making your way down the street and towards your apartment.

It isn’t until you get back to your palace and unpack your bag that you realize you’ve grabbed the wrong book. You smile without meaning to, it seems you have another reason to see Loki again soon.

#plus size reader #plus size!reader #fanfic #fluff #x reader #loki x reader #loki laufeyson #loki odinson #loki #loki imagine #loki x plus size reader

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l-starlight-l · 2 months

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The love of a hero

An old friend

Master list

Part 1, part 2, Part 3, Part 4,

A/n: Oop not me being flaky with posting, my bad y’all!

Description: an old friend has finally found time to hang out with you

Pairing: dick Grayson x reader (platonic)

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This was your first time living alone in such a big city but it certainly was not your first time living in Gotham. Sure it had been a very long time but that didn’t change much. A long time ago, maybe ten years ago, you had runaway to Gotham. You and your dad had gotten into a huge fight and you were beyond angry with him. You need space and comfort from somewhere other than your home so you decide to go to Gotham. You had some very close friends in the city and knew they would be willingly to let you crash at their place. These people were basically a second family to you. It took some convincing for them to let you stay, but once you were there you lived with them for a little over a year. It was the happiest time of your life you would say. Of course nothing last forever and you had to leave. You would argue you were stolen from them but others would disagree.

You rushed to clock out of your twelve hour shift when your phone rang. The caller id read “boy wonder”, you rolled your eyes and answered. “What” you answered not knowing if you were happy to hear from him or not.

“You free?” Asked the man on their other side, he sounded like he was moving around a lot but wasn’t out of breath.

“Ummm yeah, I just got off of work” you replied while gathering your things from your locker.

“I’m just finishing a job up, do you want to hang out after?” He asked feeling guilty from not reaching out sooner.

Your brows knitted in frustration, “oh so now you want to see me, you’ve blown me off for the past three weeks” you said trying to keep your temper in check.

“I know I know I’m so sor-“ as he was apologizing you heard a grunt and then a big slam on the other side of the phone. You hear dick sigh in pain and then him cheerily saying “damn that one hurt”

“I understand you’ve been busy” you shrug off your anger at him with a soft laugh, “how about you come over when you finish up and I make you dinner”

“You would make the perfect wife you know that” he teased as he nearly avoided a punch.

You let out a soft sigh, “in your dreams boy wonder” you said with a laugh as you hung up.

Some time later you’re busy in the kitchen when you hear a knock at the window. You jump and turn just to see dick sitting on the fire escape holding his wounded rips and waving at you like an idiot. His wide smile smile made you laugh at the sight of him. “Could you have taken any longer” you said sarcastically while letting him in. “I made your favorite” you told him while walking back into the kitchen.

He dramatically stopped mid step and exclaimed, “cookies!” Like he was a child. You stare at him with a smile, he hasn’t changed.

You rustle through your cabinets trying to find your first aid kit, “I just put them in so it will be a few minutes, let me clean you up while we wait” you said grabbing it and leading him to the kitchen. “I have some of your old clothes if you want to change out of your uniform, though I’m not sure if they fit or not” you say scanning his certainly grown up body. The last time you saw him he was just some scrawny teenage. As you admire his gorgeous body you remind yourself that he is a friend, just a friend.

You two spend the night catching up, even thigh you’ve known him since diapers it’s been years since you were in the same room as him. Although there were long phone calls and so, so many texts it wasn’t the same as being able to see him in person. It felt nice having he next to you again.

“How’s the new job?” He asks in-between cookies.

You smile thinking about how much you’re enjoying your time here, “ I love it honestly”. You look at him and his wounded face, “how’s being a hero” you say with a melancholy tone.

He gives you a sad bit understanding look, “hard, as you know” he answers serious. You look away from him as your body tenses. He quickly changes the subject when he notices your reaction, “so when are you going to tell me the recipe Alfred so kindly gave you?” He says with his sweet smile as he holds up a cookie to his lips.

“That is between me and him, you are never getting it” you say with a laugh. The night is till early when he gets called back out, you hug him with a heavy heart. “Be safe” you say worried.

He smiles down at you as he releases the hug, “I always am” he says as he leaves through your window, disappearing into the night.

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#jason todd x gender neutral reader #jason todd x fem!reader #jason todd x y/n #jason todd x you #jason todd #red hood #batfam #dc comics #jason todd fluff #jason todd x reader #red hood x you #red hood x gender neutral reader

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wolferals · 2 years

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airdrops and dog celebration

Henry Cavill x reader

Warnings: none, pure fluff!

*HC would like to share a photo*

You stared at the screen that had just lit up.

A photo. Of a dog. With the caption „thats Kal.“

You had no idea where that had come from. Like in a cheap horror movie, you ran inside your apartment after sitting on the balcony for a fair amount of time and looked around your living room to possibly spot an intruder. What an idiot you truly were though.

Then you looked out the window, still not touching your screen, the cute Akita seemingly smiling at you. You looked straight at the building in front of you, trying to see if anyone was either outside or maybe had airdropped you that photo accidentally.

But you couldn’t see anyone, so you simply accepted the photo and wrote a little message on a piece of paper. „Was that meant for me?:“

You photographed the note and airdropped it back to „HC“.

Only a few seconds later, you received a photo back. Another photo of the cute yet huge dog.

„Yes.“

You didn’t really know how to comprehend so you went back outside and looked around. On the third floor you had a good view over the area and the people at the park across the street.

*Ding* another air drop request.

„Look down.“

You panicked internally but eventually leaned over the railing of your balcony and immediately laughed when met by big brown dog eyes.

„Hi baby“ you spoke in a high pitched voice.

„Kal“ barked happily and stared at you. „Did you send me an air drop? Are you Kal?“

He barked again, you only laughing and finding yourself in a really interesting yet adorable situation.

Then the dog ran back inside and you observed the balcony for a bit longer before sitting back down and grinning to yourself.

Suddenly, another air drop sent.

This time, not of Kal. The man on the picture looked older than you, but far more attractive than you‘d known how to comprehend.

You couldn’t help but stare at the muscular man on your screen, looking directly into the camera. Curly hair, a hint of dark chest hair, gorgeous eyes.

God he was hot. You recognized how much older than you he must’ve been but you couldn’t help it.

But instead of replying, you yet again leaned over the railing and yelled:“It’s not nice to catfish people you know.“

Then a chuckle. A deep, genuine laugh coming from inside.

„Come on dude.“ you laughed back and waited for someone to come out. You were 80% sure that he had just sent you a random photo of a hot guy off of google, but you never knew. You hadn‘t seen him in the building before and you‘d lived there for over a year now.

Suddenly you heard a door open and you were yet again met by the adorable Akita. He smiled up at you and barked again. „Hey Kal, you have a great name by the way. Who gave it to you?“

And then you saw him for the first time.

Tall, broad, facial hair. Now a mustache and slightly curly brown hair.

„Hi.“ his deep voice spoke once again.

You felt like a loser looking down at the god in front of you in only a black tank top and some old zip up hoodie over top. He was far too hot for you to handle.

„Hi.“ you choked up and forced yourself to smile.

„I‘m Henry. And you already met Kal.“

He pointed at the huge dog beside him who looked between you two excitedly.

„Y/n.“ you smiled and leaned your elbow against the cold metal.

„I‘m sorry for being creepy like that but I heard you on your balcony and tried to shoot my shot by sending this photo to three different phones, hoping you‘d reply.“

You were speechless. He actively tried to reach out.

„Well he‘s cute, you shouldn‘t only send the photo to three people.“

You wanted to slap yourself for that.

But Henry only laughed and eventually pointed to his living room.

„I‘m making pasta right now, it’s actually Kal‘s birthday. I know how strange that sounds, yes I celebrate my dog’s birthday, but uh would you like to join us?“

You smiled to yourself. „I‘d love to. Let me just get changed, i‘ll be down in a sec.“

#cute #preference #henryxreader #henry cavill x reader #henrycavillxreader #geralt of river x reader #geralt of rivia #imagine #fluff #dog #akita #kal

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isuckatwritingsobenice · 8 months

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Hii! I saw you wrote for My hero and wanted to request something! Denki Kaminar x Milf Reader? Maybe she’s like, loaded, but not a sugar momma - sugar baby trope, if that makes any sense? this is my first time requesting on tumblr so i’m not sure how this works, but if you don’t want to do it it’s fine!

The way this thought came into my head after I saw a Kaminari edit, and then I open tumblr and BOOM, the perfect request. You better believe your girl will write no matter what time or place. Let’s talk about it though, he is so 😩😩!!!

Warnings: Mentions of Smut, Age Gap, Nudity, mentions of Drinking, P in V, mommy kink, body worship, headcannon format, denki being horny 25/8, slight insecure reader

Navigation!! // MHA Masterlist!!

You two meet at a bar, and he ends up going to you first

He thinks your so gorgeous and he’s probably not gonna have a chance but it’s worth a shot right?

You two end up talking and get to know each other

His shock when you tell him your age 😨😨

you apologize, you say you understand if he isn’t interested anymore and that its completely fine

but hes just looking at you like ‘🤨🤨 girl who the fu-‘

But he tells you he doesn’t care, and he really doesn’t, he thinks your amazing

Im thinking he’s like mid 20’s & reader is late 30’s early 40’s, you know?

When you two start talking more he finds out you have a son, and they’re around the same age ?!?!?!

You introduce the two boys to each other, and your son is a bit weary at first but eventually he grows to like Denki

Now, do not be fooled, this man is absolutely WHIPPED for you no matter what

He absolutely has a mommy kink you cannot tell me otherwise ESPECIALLY with Milfs

He has a shirt that says i 🫶 milfs, specifically you

if you ever complain that your not the way you used to be he will shower you in compliments 100%, he loves you so so so much

Now if your LOADED??? oh fuck

he’s in love with you for life, but he doesn’t exploit the fact you have money, no no

it makes him work harder, he wants to be equal with you, you know? he wants to be able to buy you things with his own hard earned money, so this is important to him

Let’s say you have a large house, with a large pool

He’s definitely fucking you by the pool, no questions asked

he is THE pool boy, and we’re living for it honestly

if your house is huge he’s fucking you anywhere he can

kitchen counter, poolside, in the pool, in the hot tub, in your shower, guest bed, ON YOUR BALCONY, living room, garage / car sex

his favorite place to be is in you

he makes it his life’s mission to have sex in every room in the house

private garden? you looked so pretty bent over watering your flowers he couldn’t help it

own tennis court? he’s flipping that skirt up and giving you back shots till you can’t think straight

hot tub? you bet, the jets work over time that day

if your really loaded and have a private jet, he’s fucking you right by the window, just for fun

prívate boat? he’s fucking you mid ocean

he. is. FILTHY. and he has no shame

likes ripping all your expensive clothes off you, he says they rip easily even though they’re expensive

body worshipper 100%, because he thinks your absolutely stunning and you need to know all the time

doesn’t matter who you are, if Denki loves you, he loves YOU

#my hero x reader #my hero academia #denki kaminari #denki fluff #denki x you #bnha denki #denki x reader #denki x female reader #denki headcanons #denki smut #denki x y/n #mha kaminari #denki kaminari x reader #isuckatwritingsobenice

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xxstorywriterxx · 9 months

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Your local barista / Part 6

Larissa Weems x fem reader fanfiction

You´re a barista working at Weathervane. A tall blonde, beautiful woman comes in from time to time to get a coffee and talk to you. She seems nice at first but after a while you find yourself wondering if you could become more than friends?

Thank you so much for your support! I´ll try to post updates every week!

Link to the following chapter is at the bottom.

Warnings: fluff, sexual thoughts, intense kissing, drinking alcohol (in a controlled manner)

You arrived at Nevermore at 6pm, perfectly on time. You opened the car door, thanked your Uber and turned around. Nevermore was huge and beautiful, just like the woman standing in front of the school. The principal wore a white dress that revealed her curves. Her blonde hair looked perfect with all the pins in it and her red lipstick was even more prominent than usual, really sticking out from the dress. Larissa looked at you with a big smile. "Welcome to Nevermore, Darling!" She gestured at the school with an outstreched arm. Her white teeth reflected the sun light. "Wow. What a gorgeous building! I would have wanted to visit that school as a kid, no doubt. I still kinda want to." Larissa chuckled and put an arm around your shoulders. "Let me give you a tour."

She showed you the entire school, the green-houses, the classrooms and the grounds, which included a big, dark lake. You were amazed by the architecture and really considered working there as a teacher once you were finished with school. "This place is amazing! Working here must be great. It´s like all the magic schools I´ve read books about as a child." Larissa smiled at you. "I assume it seems 'magical' for a lot of people. But to me it´s just home. I went here as a teenager and now I work and live here. Nevermore has been my home for as long as I can remember." You couldn´t help but feel a bit sorry for Larissa. Calling a school 'home' was something you would never do. Eventhough you had problems at home when you were a child, you were still able to call it a 'home'. Larissa didn´t seem to be bothered though. You walked down a corridor and stopped at a huge black door with golden details. A sign on the door said 'Principal Weems'. "And this, my Love," Larissa opened the door "is where I live." You walked into her office and your jaw dropped. The room was huge with a big fireplace to your left and a big brown desk was placed in the back of it. Multiple comfortable looking chairs and sofas were placed in every corner and in front of her desk. Larissa noticed your amazement and walked passed you. She opened another door which lead to an apartment. It was big with lots of windows that were covered with black curtains. You were standing in the living room that contained two big sofas, an armchair and a big TV screen hanging above a fireplace, smaller than the one in the office. It smelled like vanilla. "My entire home could fit in your living room Larissa. This is insane. I´m not jealous of course… well, maybe a bit." You smiled at Larissa, who had started to laugh. She grabbed you by the waist and turned your body facing hers. "The size of a home doesn´t matter, Darling. It´s all about who you get to share it with." She grabbed your chin softly and made you look into her eyes. Then she kissed you. At first very gentle but it turned more passionate very quickly. She pulled you against her body and you stroke over her breathtaking curves, stopping just above her ass. Your tounges played with each other while you kissed and you felt yourself getting very hot. When you finally let go of each other you were both panting with red, hot faces. "Oh, wait a second." Larissa reached out an arm and brushed aways some lipstick stains on your face. "There you go, Darling. All pretty again." She smiled lovingly at you. "Thanks," you said, still out of breath. Larissa chuckled and turned around. "Sit down and get comfortable. I´ll get us something to drink." You nodded and sat on the sofa facing the fireplace. A big white rug was laying in front of it. What would it be like lay on it with Larissa? While a hot fire was burning and the two of you were-

"There you go." Larissa sat down on the sofa sideways and handed you a glass with sparkling water in it. You drank it, thirsty from all the excitement. Larissa took a few sips from her own and placed it on a small coffee table next to the sofa. Then she put one hand on your thigh. "I´m glad you´re here today, my Love." She looked at you lovingly. You blushed and smiled at her. "So am I." You reached out a hand and stroke over Larissas right cheek. She looked surprised at first, but then she closed her eyes and relaxed. She loved the touch of your soft fingers against her skin. You could tell she wasn´t used to being touched so gently and it really hurt you. Someone as lovable deserved any kind of affection they could get. You were going to admire and care for her always, you said to yourself. Larissa opened her eyes to look at you. Then she moved closer to you and placed her head in the crook of your neck. Her hot breath tickled and her styled hair stroke softly against your cheek. Warmth spread in your chest and you couldn´t help but smile. You wrapped your arms around Larissa and held her. You didn´t now how much time had passed when Larissa freed herself from your grip to gaze at you. "Are you hungry?" You barely ate the entire day because you were so nervous about meeting Larissa. You felt your stomach being empty and craving food. "Uh, yes. I guess I am." Larissa nodded and got up. "Do you wanna eat Pizza? I prepared a dough and we can choose our toppings ourselves?" She held out a hand for you to grab. "Ooh, you are a well-prepared woman, I see." You winked at her and she grinned at you. "I am indeed." You walked into her kitchen, which was next to the living room.

Making a Pizza with Larissa was hilarious. 1 she looked very displaced in her elegant outfit while she was rolling the dough and putting tomatosauce on it and 2 you both couldn´t help but tease each other the entire time. It started off with you accidentally spilling some sauce in Larissas hand and turned into a small fight. You tried to ruin each others Pizzas, putting too much pepper and way too less cheese on it and you both ended up having tomatsauce on your face, your clothes and on the floor. Your Pizzas looked horrible and were half-finished while you sat on the floor, breathing heavily and laughing uncontrollably. You wiped tears of laughter from your face and Larissa placed her head on top of yours, still panting. "I can´t remember the last time I had this much fun," she said, trying to control her laughter. "Me neither," you chuckled. You moved your head and looked her in the eyes, then you kissed her. The taste of strawberries was still on her lips, probably caused by a lipbalm she used. It was very difficult to not get addicted to the taste and feeling of her lips. She leaned forward and kissed you more passionately. She went trough your hair and you cupped one side of her face, one of your hands stroking her hips again. Just when you got really hot again, Larissa pulled back. "I really think we should eat first," she said out of breath. You wanted to tease her but she raised a hand, telling you to stop. "Food, I mean." You both laughed and got up, trying to fix your Pizzas. Afterwards you cleaned yourself up a bit. When you were finished you headed back into the living room, opened a bottle of wine and turned on the TV. You were watching a movie while eating and when you were finished you cuddled up under a blanket.

You felt incredibly comfortable and safe being cuddled up to Larissa. She held you in her arms and rested her head on yours. Just a few hours ago you thought you would never be close to her again and now you were closer to her than ever. "Y/n?" You were half-asleep while watching the movie when Larissa spoke to you. It was just so warm and comfortable in her arms. "Yes?" Larissa moved away from you to look in your face. "You seem tired. Do you want to head home once the movie is finished?" You had trouble thinking because once again you were lost in her beautiful blue eyes. She looked at you so caring and loving, like no one before. Just when you wanted to answer, Larissa started talking again. "Or you could stay here of course." She chuckled but when she said it, she seemed to be serious about her offer. She avoided looking into your face. "Sure. If you don´t mind." Larissa looked at you, suprised. "Are you sure?" You smiled at her. "Yes, I am." She looked at you for a few seconds then she started to smile as well. "Great, Darling. I have everything prepared already so if you need anything-" "Wait. You were planning to have me stay over?" You chuckled at Larissa blushing. "I just wanted to be able to present mutliple options for you, that´s all." "Suuuure," you laughed. "You just wanted me to sleep with you, be honest," you teased her. "Oh, stop it." Both of you laughed and Larissa gave you a tight hug. “I would never do anything you’re not comfortable with.” You breathed in her wonderful scent. “I know.” Then you slightly pushed her away to look in her eyes. She looked so pretty. “Have I ever told you that your the most beautiful person I know? Like, you’re breathtaking.” Larissa’s eyes were widened. She looked surprised and didn’t know what to say. You could tell this was completely new to her. “Th- Thank you, Darling.” You saw her eyes getting watery and before you knew Larissa grabbed your face and kissed you. It was hot and passionate. Something had changed. All of the sudden Larissa didn’t try to control herself anymore. She wanted you. When your tongues interlocked she removed her hands from your face and placed one of them on your hips the other one on your inner thigh. Her touch was electrifying. You got goosebumps all over your body when she moved her hand up your thigh. You stroke over her curves up to her breasts. “Are you ok with this?” You asked, pausing from kissing. “Yes, I am. Are you?” “Yes.” You weren’t able to talk. Once you made sure you were comfortable it got even more intense. Larissa moved forward and pushed you on your back. She was on top of you, both your hands were touching each other uncontrollably.

The movie in the background was completely forgotten. The only thing that mattered were the two of you kissing, hugging and touching. Larissa placed herself between your legs. You didn’t want to stop. You wanted continue whatever-this-was forever. Feeling her hot body being so close to you made you feel like you were going crazy. You couldn’t tear your lips apart. You were both panting when Larissa pulled back. Her lipstick was faded, a few hair strains were falling in her face and her dress was half unzipped. “Do you want to continue? I mean… would you be ready to take it further?” You looked her deep in the eyes. They were dark and lustful. Usually it took you some time to feel comfortable enough to sleep with someone. But you’ve known Larissa for so long. You wanted her for so long. All you could think about was being intimate with her and it drove you crazy. You looked her up and down, then you answered confidently. “Yes, I am.”

#larissa weems #larissa weems fanfic #larissa x reader #larissa x you #lesbian #principal larissa weems #fanfic #wednesday #gwendoline christie #sapphic #larissa weems x reader #larissa x y/n #yourlocalbaristafanfic

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lastweeksshirttonight · 8 months

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All righty, I managed to get back home despite the hurricane, let's talk about the show.

Tl;dr - I traveled cross-country to see John Oliver and Seth Meyers. It was amazing and I am still giddy about it!! Gonna put all the details under a cut to not clog up your timeline/the tags.

(All jokes will be paraphrased/guestimated bc my adrenaline and ADHD played havoc with my memory recall, lol.)

Firstly, the Beacon Theatre is absolutely stunning. It reminds me a bit of the Theatre at Ace Hotel in LA, in that it's clearly had its old elements lovingly preserved and harkens back to an older time. It was truly a gorgeous venue.

I missed getting a pic of the other side of the stage, which had a massive sculpture of shields and spears. John made a joke about the opulence of the room not matching the entertainment for the evening, and noted that "even Coco Chanel would say to keep it to one shield". Really wish I'd thought to get a picture of it, he was not wrong.

I was extremely close to the stage - 3 rows back and dead center. I definitely had the anxious excited adrenaline jitters because of it.

I mean COME ON.

The opener was Brooks Wheelan, who I remembered from his brief stint at SNL. He talked a fair deal about that, and told a great story bit about getting fired from there and opening for John shortly after, wherein he drank an entire bottle of "HBO blood diamond whiskey" from John's dressing room and had, in Seth's later words, "a nervous breakdown". I'd heard Brooks has opened for John before and was glad I got to see him, he's a lot of fun.

He also told a joke about not wanting to learn karate because of the huge glass windows in front of every karate studio and not wanting anyone to watch him learn karate. Lots of very understanding laughter there, including from me. (Why do all these places have massive plate glass windows?!)

After Brooks was John Oliver, and y'all. Let me get this out of the way.

He is fine as hell. Look. Just LOOK. HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO DEAL WITH THIS

I would also like to take the time to gush effusively about John's mastery of set structure. The set was, aside from the typical "before we get started, I need to let you know I'm British" pseudo-opener he's used since like 2005, entirely new material -

(As an aside... !!!!!! I KNOW!!!! A FULL FUCKING HOUR OF ENTIRELY NEW MATERIAL!! THAT I WAS NEAR THE FRONT FOR!!!! I'M SO VERKLEMPT STILL YOU HAVE NO IDEA)

- and it was just beautifully written from a structural standpoint. It was pretty much all political material all centered around history and the need to understand it for context on the world as it currently stands. There were some digressions from that point but they were seamlessly woven in. He is such a goodamn incredible stand-up comedian.

A few things he talked about in his set:

That time the US dropped nukes on itself twice (which was briefly mentioned on LWT but not in this detail and not including a reenactment of a man dropping a bomb while working on a plane and him reacting to watching it roll away).

That the current British royal line of succession exists because of a "cousin-fucker who cut someone into pieces like a Benihana chef". (John told us this is something he learned researching this bit, which caused me unending joy. I love that he's making new sets!! :D)

John delights in the misery of billionaires and wished that the rocket Jeff Bezos was on would blow up. He doesn't want him to die, though. Through this he also talked about Elon Musk and his favorite fake blue check company tweets, mainly a series made by a fake Chiquita account claiming to have overthrown Brazil, followed by Chiquita saying they hadn't actually overthrown any governments since 1954.

John got booed at a Sesame Street benefit and told a killer set of jokes about Bert judging him for it. ("The man lives with Ernie! He knows chaos!")

He claims we will all know things are okay with the US again when we are all irrationally mad at Anne Hathaway for no reason again. Told an incredible story about how he just blundered into the street in LA once, almost got hit by a car, looked up, realized it was Anne Hathaway in the car, saw her wave at him, and, despite the scenario being objectively his fault, being somehow mad at her.

Shaded Dave Chappelle in an analogy about how we are not at Civil War division times because "somehow our level of division is people debating whether Chapelle's SNL monologue was okay or not", in a way that suggested it was very much not okay. 10/10 no notes.

Okay so there was one recycled bit - him being informed the Queen wanted to give him an OBE. He added to it fantastically though, by personifying the man from the embassy as the most offensively British stereotype you could possibly imagine. He said the man sounded like "if a British person rubbed a teapot and a genie came out".

There was definitely more but I could gush forever so let's move on.

Brooks came back out to introduce Seth and forgot the name of his show, lol. For a brief moment we all contemplated what Last Week Tonight with Seth Meyers would look like. (I assume the show's Adam Driver would be Stefon.)

Anyways, here is the only good photo I took of Seth.

Seth was great as well - not as good as John, but I'm very biased in that regard. The material was also pretty diametrically opposed to John's, much more domestic comedy about his wife and kids and their idiosyncracies.

I really liked Seth's energy and approach. I don't quite know how to explain this, but he had a touch of Dennis Reynolds energy to him, a restrained manicness, that was really interesting to watch. That's not my normal association with Seth's energy, either, but it was very fun. Definitely puts some of the more deranged things from his tenure as Weekend Update host in context.

Some highlights from Seth's set:

He had an amazing brick joke about doing accents as a comedian, where he imitated a Swedish accent and talked about how everyone's Swedish accent is basically the Swedish Chef from the Muppets and how the only Swedish food anyone has nearby is the meatballs at IKEA. Funny on its own, but later in the show, Seth talked about how people assume he's fully Jewish, including people on the street. He noted that he's 25% Swedish but no one comes up to him on the street and goes -insert Swedish Chef impression-. (This straight up killed the guy sitting next to me, who ended up laughing with his head in his hands for a solid 30 seconds.)

His kids eat very healthily, so when they end up going to friends' houses and eat one Skittle, they turn into demons. Literal demons. Seth's impression of an actual demon trying to undo a double-buckled car seat was the hardest I laughed at his whole set.

Seth also had a section which he claimed would be the part where he'd tell anti-trans jokes "if he was a complete asshole". I enjoyed the trans affirmation the whole evening, ngl.

Seth's family and his wife's family have very different ways of conversing at the dinner table, which directly mirrors my and my partner's family - Seth's family (like Mr. Lee's) is big on listening to everyone and contributing to conversations only when someone else has talked; Alexi's family (like mine) is constantly screaming over each other.

After Seth's set, everyone (including Brooks) came out to do a Q&A. I could not think of a song in the moment, but realized at the hotel room an hour after that I should have made @chiijohn 's evening by asking John's opinion on Planet of the Bass. :facepalm: Sorry mate!

Still, some great questions were asked, and it was about 30 minutes of just audience interaction. I've never experienced anything like it at a stand-up gig and genuinely loved it. John, of course, told people they were free to leave before the Q&A because why would they want to stay; the man is incapable of thinking anything good about himself and much as I hate his bad self-esteem, I would have been concerned if he hadn't said something to that effect.

Brooks was asked almost immediately if he remembered the name of Seth's show, which was honestly hilarious. Brooks said "I conferred with John backstage and we're both pretty sure that it's Late Night with Seth Meyers".

Someone asked how fearful Seth and John were of their shows being cancelled after one year, and Brooks snarked that he knew that feeling. (Brooks seems to have a good sense of humour about not being a huge presence on SNL.) Seth said that he wasn't super worried but that they redid his entire set (background set, not stand-up set) because Alec Baldwin said it looked like "a sushi restaurant in Burbank". (theoniontheworstpersonyouknow.jpg) John said he was told most HBO shows don't get cancelled at one season and he said "we'll see about that".

There was definitely some extended riffing on Alec Baldwin being a piece of shit afterwards, while John giggled helplessly. I love John's giggling.

Seth and John's favorite Muppet is Cookie Monster. They talked about how interesting it is that you can have amazing chemistry with Muppets, and then meet the puppeteer and have literally nothing to talk about. Seth also talked about how low-tech Big Bird was, and how the late Carroll Spinney, when on SNL, held a script in one hand, the controls of Big Bird in the other, and a flashlight in his mouth to read the script.

Everyone is upset they didn't get to cover the indictments because of the Writer's Strike. John thought there were only 3, but I honestly don't know if one of them came down before the Writer's Strike and he was just referring to the ones since then. It's been a long few months for us all.

Brooks basically forces John and Seth to get out of their hotel rooms when touring. Otherwise, Seth said, "they both just sit there anxious". That tracks, especially for John, who literally said on Seth's podcast that he is physically incapable of relaxing.

When asked about their influences, John said (rather obviously) that he wouldn't have a career without Jon Stewart, and Brooks talked about how both Seth and John really uplifted him and cared for him after he got fired from SNL. Seth talked in a really lovely way about how Amy Poehler basically adopted him and got him out of his shell and was a real friend to him early on.

I really wish I'd written down every stand-up that the three of them recommended when prompted, because I've completely blanked on half of them. Seth said Joe Pera (who I also highly recommend); John recommended Maria Bamford (again, also highly recommend). He also said that most people in the room would have probably not heard of him but that the best in the UK was Daniel Kitson (paging @tellthemeerkatsitsfine to provide her recs bc she knows Kitson backwards and fronts). Brooks gave a shout to Kyle Kinane (who I am not as familiar with as I should be).

There was so much more, but honestly, I was just so in the moment that I feel like I remember things in waves. It was an amazing evening and I was honestly so blessed to be there at all.

I did not wait at the stage door or anything, because I am truly not that kind of person and have consistently been sure that if I ever met John, I'd barf on his shoes. I know on Instagram some people had gotten stage door photos, though, and I'm happy for them!

Thank you all for always being supportive of this dumb blog. I don't think I would have had the confidence to go on this cross-country journey without you all randomly egging me on all the time. It was one of the best nights of my life. 💖💖

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Inside Lisa and Eddie Munson's Bel Air Home | Open Door | Architectural Digest

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note: this is the first thing I've ever posted please be nice. Lisa is an OC I'm planning to write an introduction to her character tomorrow or later today. As well as all their children, and their SO

-The video starts with Eddie and Lisa opening their front door-

“Hey, what are you doing out here? Come on in.” Eddie says, opening the door wider for the cameraman.

-Video cuts to b-role of their mansion-

“This is our entryway, and walking this way we have our living room. We don’t have a ‘formal’ living space. Just because we knew we would never use it, and we’re not really ‘formal’ people.” Lisa says leading the tour.

“We actually built this house, Lisa planned and designed it all with a team. I just sat back and answered when she asked my opinions on flooring, only for her to just choose the one she likes.”

“Hey, you made me sound controlling, you liked all my choices.”

“Yes, I did.”

-Video cuts to them in the kitchen-

“This is our kitchen and dining space is just right over here. We wanted the dining to be very close to the kitchen, we didn’t want it to be its own space. Because Eddie and the girls would sit there while I was slaving over the stove.”

“Don’t listen to her, I offer every night, and she’ll accept, but just make me cut garlic, or something. Then she’d say I’m not doing it right and take over.”

“That is actually very true, but I do like cooking, and I can only cook alone. And this was the part of the house I didn’t ask Eddie any questions, to answer wrong. Because I had a clear vision of what I wanted in here. But when I showed him the blue tile I picked, I had to ask him to really trust me.”

“And it paid off, this room we get the most compliments on. Then we have my favourite thing Lisa added to this house. The breakfast nook, this is something I never would have thought of, but I love it.”

“I’ve always wanted a breakfast nook growing up, one of my childhood friends had one, and I was so jealous, so I knew when designing this house I had to add one.”

-Cuts to Ed and Lisa walking outside onto their deck-

“This is our backyard.” Eddie says, throwing his arms out.

“These arched windows are one of my favorite parts of the house, I think they just add so much interest, in such a simple way. Then we have our pool that toddler Alice asked for, when designing. Then around here we have a hot tub that Eddie asked for. And my contributions to this backyard are the green and blue tiles in the pool and hot tub, I really love tiles and these came from Greece, I just love them.”

-Video cuts to Eddie and Lisa at the staircases-

“We’re going to leave downstairs for last, because I think it’s the most exciting part of the house..”

-Cuts to them in the upstairs hallway-

“If you look up, we have a huge skylight that goes through to the main floor too.”

“Actually I think this is my favourite part of the house, during thunder storms and such, us and the girls would lay here and watch.”

-Cuts-

“We have two guest rooms up here, that used to be nurseries, all the girls lived in one of these rooms at one point or another.”

They walk into the hall bath.

“All our bathrooms, except for the ones on the main level, have two sinks, witch is very important when you have five daughters.” Eddie says

“This is my second favourite bathroom in the house. I just love the round walls. And the pink in here.”

“Because this was going to be the girls’ bathroom we let them pick the colours, and they of course picked pink.”

-Cuts to Eddie and Lisa in their bedroom-

“So this is our room. We have a lot of jewel tones in here, and with the sunlight we get in the morning it’s just gorgeous in here.” Lisa says, Eddie not knowing what Lisa is talking about with the colours, nods nonetheless. Because it is gorgeous in here.

“And we have our deck, we would sit out here, and we could watch the kids playing, running around, in their tree house.”

-Cuts to their bathroom-

“Now this is Lisa’s favourite bathroom.”

“Yes, this room we redid recently, and I love it. It’s very yellow in here, and when I told Eddie I wanted yellow he said no, but then I showed him this rich golden yellow, he fell in love.”

-Cuts to them at the bottom of the stairs-

“Now for what we have been waiting to show you, downstairs.” Eddie says quickly walking down the stairs.

“We walk right into the girl’s floor, once the girls were about 10 we moved them from upstairs down here. There are five bedrooms down here, a living room, ‘dining’ room, and kitchenette.”

“And going in here is the bathroom. We really had to think about how we wanted to design this bathroom, because building this house we knew all the girls would be mainly using this bathroom. So we designed it to have two sinks, a tinted shower, and a toilet in a second room.”

“You can ask any of our girls they’ll tell you they never even used the locks on these doors. No matter who was in here, they all would come and go while they got ready.”

-Cuts to the couple in the kitchenette-

“We used the same tile, and countertop as in the main kitchen. And they had a fridge, sink, and microwave down here. And the girls were responsible for cleaning this floor, we would take care of upstairs, but this was theirs.”

“Thank goodness we had girls and not boys, or this floor would be unusable.”

-Cuts to the couple in their front door-

“Thank you AD, but we have to go now, we’re busy people.” Lisa says, while Eddie closes the door.

-Video cuts-

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Full Kook - JJ/Rafe Fic

Part 1/? - Bella Brooks

Summary: Part 1 is an introduction to the OC told by JJ Maybank. The lead up to my story. Overall this fic is about a troubled Pogue who finds comfort in people she least expects whilst dealing with many turns of events. A/N: This isn't planned out in any way shape or form. No reliability on the release of any parts I'm just writing this because I enjoy writing if it's not for you please move on. Warnings: Mentions of sex, alcohol, drugs, violence, abuse (mental and physical) Anything I missed lmk. Word count: 800

(Not proof read)

JJ's Pov:

Bella Elizabeth Brooks

My best friend since before I can remember.

Most commonly known as the 'Princess of Kildare Island'; With the face of an angel and a heart of gold. The girl everyone wants to either be, or be with.

I'm pretty sure she'd give it up to anyone if she could...

She's the perfect girl: a sweet persona, gorgeous appearance, kindest soul to exist. Who wouldn't want to be friends with her?

The answer.. everyone.

She has a close-knit group of friends, only through her dad. Me, because our dads used to be close friends, Sarah because him and Ward are disgustingly inseparable, and then Topper and Kelce because.. well.. Rafe.

Swiftly moving on..

Bella's the type of person that people don't particularly see as a friend, but more of someone they can go to if they need something. She thinks it's a compliment; that people go to her when in desperate need of help.

But no just.. no.

She's a toy.. pretty much sums it up; an easy target.

It makes me sick thinking about it.

People take advantage of her empathy, her soft attitude, the fact she can't say no. They see her as someone who can get away with anything and use that to their own benefit.

She puts everyone first, doesn't want there to be any bad in the world, likes to make everyone happy anyway she can. Even if it means breaking herself in the process.

So my duty as her best friend is to keep her safe from the world. Keep her away from the bad.

It physically hurts to know about the way people see her, and so I feel as if it's my job to protect her from ever dealing with it again. Dealing with the pain and the hurt she puts herself through for others who deserve nothing but a stick up their ass.

She's my priority. And I will let nothing get in the way of me taking care of her and treating her how she deserves.

Except for one tiny problem..

Thomas Brooks. - The man who created the Island's untouchable sweetheart.

Let's just say he's got a bad reputation.. but having Ward on his side gives him MAJOR advantages.

Don't get me wrong, the Brooks family is THE MOST respected family on the Island but just.. for the wrong reasons.

And sadly it's not my place to say. Sorry, not sorry. I hate talking about it.

Anyways, Bella is my everything and before you say ANYTHING, it's purely platonic.

Well, to her.

But, with everything she's been put through with all the fucking leeches in the OBX, I don't blame her and I wouldn't ask for it any other way.

She's my rock, my girl. And no one will EVER take her from me. At least, they can try but it won't end well. Speaking from experience.

Enough about Bella.. but more about Bella..

She lives on the Cut, with me. Well no actually I live with her but, same thing.

She has never once moaned about the little amounts of money her dad earns, and never once made a single comment about where she lives.

It's this run down shack-like house. Imagine the Chateau but just.. worse.

The walls are boarded up from the masses of storms that have destroyed what used to be there causing the remains to become rotten. The windows are cracked and the furniture is far from usable.

The only healthy-ish part of the house? Bella's room.

It's a huge contrast from the rest of the building, almost like it was placed there separately. The wall's a bright white colour, her soft bedding and her drawers overflowing with colourful clothing puts the rest of the place to shame. A large window overlooks her room, filling it with more light than the whole house sees combined.

The reason behind this is because her dad isn't the greatest dad. But in his defence he's aware. And so he spends the only bit of money he has on her - Always. Without any slight slither of guilt. He would give her the world if he could and she knows that, which is why she excuses his actions.

She holds a pretty smile to cover the hurt she feels beneath. Her vibrant choice in her room reflects the young girl inside of her.

She hasn't got an easy life and if it wasn't for me living with her, I wouldn't understand.

If the island really knew why she's the way she is.. they wouldn't want to be her.

Please let me know what you think x

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Found, part 5

Six months later

Anna got home - the home she now shared with Aemond - to the smells of something delicious and meaty. Boudi ran up to her as she always did, sniffing her for treats, and when she realized Anna had none to give, she turned around and ran back to the kitchen.

"There she is," Aemond said, carrying a glass of wine and giving it to her after she kissed him. "Mom's cook made her world famous lasagna and gave me half, should be ready in about five minutes."

"Smells amazing," Anna replied, sipping at her wine. "Oh, this is a new one. I'll go change and be right back." Aemond seemed a little tense, she'd ask him about his work and hopefully be able to get him to let go of any worries.

She put the glass of wine down on the dining room table and headed to their bedroom, ready to start the weekend. There was Jon and Tormund's housewarming tomorrow during the day, and Margot's birthday dinner that-

When she opened the door, Anna stopped, frozen.

The little sitting area at the entrance to the master suite had been transformed with a hundred candles and an entire row of vases with red roses lined the single shelf behind the sofa.

The coffee table was covered in tray after tray of her favorite chocolates and in the center sat a silver bucket with a bottle of Champagne on ice.

She turned and found Aemond, down on one knee, with a small box on one hand and the other one out towards her, waiting for her to take it.

"Aemond."

"Anna." He smiled gently at her. "There is something I have been meaning to ask you."

She let out a breath, her heart pounding. It wasn't that she didn't expect him to propose, she loved him and he loved her and his plans for the future always included her. But once again, he had surprised her.

She took a step toward him and placed her hand on his.

"I know our story is a short one so far," he began, "but if life has taught me something, it is that one never knows what will happen next. All I know is that, whatever that is, I want it to be with you."

Her fingers tightened on his hand and he rubbed his thumb over the back of her hand.

She saw the tears gathering in his eye, saw how he was steadying himself. "Anna Caroline Stark, will you marry me? Spend your life with me? Face the world with me?"

Her own eyes were now blurry and she nodded, throwing herself at Aemond as he stood. She started crying and Aemond wiped off her tears and his own. "Wait, here."

He opened the box and Anna's jaw dropped. Inside was a magnificent cushion cut diamond on a platinum band lined with smaller diamonds. "Good god, Aemond," she said, and Boudi, hearing her human's exclamation, bounded into the room, working herself between them.

"Boudi, look, we're going to be an official family," Anna ruffled her dog's fur and then cradled Aemond's face in her hands. "I love you, so fucking much, Aemond Targaryen."

"And I adore you," he said, his voice soft. At the nudging on his knee, he leaned you, "I love you, too, Boudi, you saved my woman's life."

He'd kept his promise to the huge malamute. Her favorite treats arrived every month by the case, and her bed had been upgraded to a massive monogrammed cushion by the living room window, her favorite spot in their new home.

* * * * *

"Wait, Robb, I want to see," Margot elbowed her beloved as she got in camera range.

"Mom?" Aemond scanned the tiny squares, each with the face of a family member. Helaena was there, waiting patiently. Aegon was tapping his fingers on his cheek, and there, finally, was his mother. Anna's family, her mother, siblings and their partners, were waiting patiently.

"Dearest Cat," his mother said smoothly.

"Alicent, you look gorgeous as always," her mother replied.

The initial meeting between the two mothers had gone well, the slow assessment of two matriarchs giving way to an understanding that their love for their children was their main priority.

"Okay, everyone," Aemond said, "pulling Anna's hand up into the camera, "we have some news."

Margot's scream made Robb cover his ears, but he was laughing as she began hitting his arm, "I knew it! I knew it!!!"

"Fucking finally, man! Welcome to the dragons' den, Anna," Aegon said, clapping slowly.

Alicent said nothing, fingertips covering her mouth delicately as her eyes filled with tears, while Cat's face softened into a warm smile. "That is wonderful news, welcome to our family, Aemond, and the rest of the Targaryens," she said.

"Aww, I finally get a sister," Helaena said quietly, and Alicent hugged her daughter to her side.

"I love you both so much, I am very happy," Alicent said, wiping off a tear.

"We love you guys, we'll have you all over for dinner chez nous." Anna added, kissing Aemond's cheek before everyone said goodbye and the call ended.

* * * * *

The wedding, covered on social media with the #starkgaryen hashtag, was disappointingly private, the only fleeting glimpses of bride and groom a few blurry photographs on various family members' feeds. Margot, the glamorous maid of honor, kept watch on Boudi, who had been eyeing the wedding cake since it was wheeled in. "You get enough treats as it is, missy," she scratched the dog's chin and Boudi plopped down, giving in for now.

Anna was resting her head on Aemond's shoulder, her bespoke Louboutins killing her feet after all that dancing. "Happy, my beautiful wife?"

"Always happy with you," she smiled, turning her face up to him for a kiss, "my handsome husband."

"Here," he said, slipping off his jacket and placing it over her shoulders, "come with me."

Anna stood, her hand in Aemond's, "it's not that cold."

"It might be on the plane," he said, and watched her eyes widen.

When she looked around at the people still dancing, she caught Margot's wink and little wave before Aemond pulled her around the corner.

"You're packed, don't worry," he added, smiling at her, "Margot was a big help. That woman can shop."

Anna laughed, "is that why the shops down in Union Square were closed last week? She cleared them out?"

"I don't want to think about it," Aemond replied, taking her to where the helicopter waited for them.

"Will you tell me where we're going?"

Aemond turned, looked at the woman who had turned his life upside down. "It's somewhere warm, but not too warm, don't want my Bay Area girl to get too uncomfortable."

"Or my porcelain dragon to burn his skin," she smiled, caressing his face."

Shrugging, Aemond kissed her. "There's always SPF 100." He trailed his fingertips over the delicate planes of her face. "I adore you, Anna. I would do anything for you," he said, raising an eyebrow, "and I would do it again."

"I love you so much," she replied, feeling cherished and loved.

"Let's go," he said, tugging on her hand.

* * * * *

THE END

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2022.001.005: In Your Presence

I wake up with a start, eyes shooting open and lying still on the bed, waiting.

The first thing I notice is how hot it is. The second thing is that it’s very bright. I finally turn onto my back and wince, using my hand to shield my face from the glaring sunlight flooding through the half-opened curtains. Once my eyes adjusted, I lay back on my pillow, eyes closed. It’s a Saturday and I would love to sleep in some more but that would require me getting up and shutting the curtains properly. I let out a groan, a little miffed at not being able to just drift back to sleep and continue whatever dream I was having.

I lie there for a few more minutes, testing to see if I can just ignore being boiled under the blanket from the heat of the sun. Nope. I sit up, glaring at the curtains for not reading the room and shutting themselves. Seriously, it’s the weekend!

The seven boys.

Guys.

Men.

Gorgeous, gorgeous men.

One of them sleeping in the room across from mine.

Well, good morning to me. I shuck the blanket off of me and pad my way to the window to throw open the curtains, letting in the morning sun. The tree growing out my window seems to be waving hello to me and I wave back. On the ground below, the gardener waves up at me, a little confused. Does he know that we have guests? Would he even care? I don’t remember ever really having a conversation with him.

I wash my face, brush my teeth then decide that a quick shower won’t do any harm. I wash my hair and even shave my armpits and legs. It takes me a full fifteen minutes to pick out a dress, pastel yellow with tiny white flowers. I pull my hair into a fishtail, a little makeup, then stand in front of the bedroom door, hand on the doorknob, taking a few calming breaths.

I’m a little more excited than I should be. Like a kid on Christmas about to run out of the bedroom to check the presents under the tree. It’s almost pathetic. I’ve been living in this huge, old manor for a month now and finally having company apart from the house’s employees is a breath of fresh air. And they’re around my age!

And handsome, don’t forget that.

I take a deep breath, count to three and open the door dramatically.

The hallway is empty.

Not just empty but as quiet as if there is no living being in this house except for sad ol’ little me with my shoulders sagging like a balloon emptied of air. That was anticlimactic. No gorgeous men standing around waiting for me to walk out my bedroom to greet me, no beautiful men waiting for me to go down to breakfast together, no handsome men asking me how my sleep was and did I dream of them? I jut out my lower lip, the disappointment hitting like a tonne of bricks.

Okay, that probably came out of some romance fiction. I don’t even know what I was expecting to find.

Then I remember; it’s Friday! It’s a weekend for me since I don’t have classes on Fridays but not for them. That’s it! Namjoon did say they always leave early to get to work so the four oldest must have already left. It’s a little after eight, about time they’ll be arriving at the office, wherever that is. I wonder what their jobs actually are. Since they are essential workers, it could mean they are frontliners. Doctors? Once more, my brain wanders over to some steamy romance trope with a medical team.

Doctor, she’s not breathing. She needs mouth to mouth. Stat!

I shake my head to clear it. I walk towards the stairs and look towards the east side of the house. The other three should be home doing their online classes, just beyond those closed doors. Have they gotten their breakfast yet?

I dawdle at the top of the stairs. I want to go check on them, like a good host would, but I’m worried I might be too much in their hair. They’re probably already in class. What if they think I’m hovering too much, disturbing them? I should just leave them be. We’re not exactly friends.

After a couple of steps down the stairs, I pause and run back up, having second thoughts. I go to the first door next to the stairs, not even sure whose room it is and knock so lightly it barely makes a sound. I’m suddenly nervous. I wipe my palm against my dress and try again, a little more confidently this time and wait.

No answer.

I try again, louder this time. Still silent.

Maybe it’s the room of one of the older ones? Should I try the other rooms? I move towards the room across the hallway but then stop myself. Let them be. With one last look at the other room, I left to go downstairs, my own stomach starting to grumble.

~~~

Jimin just can’t help the huge smile on his lips as he tries not to laugh. He watches you walk down the stairs, keeping his eyes on you until the crown of your head vanishes from his view.

God, you’re so adorable and you don’t even know it.

Jimin had gotten out of his room pretty early today just as the sun had risen and filled the dim hallway with bright rays. He wandered in front of your door, pacing the hallway, waiting for any signs of movement behind your door. Jin had poked his head out, scowled at Jimin then disappeared back inside. If anyone could have seen him, they’d think he’s a nuisance, walking back and forth when it’s not even eight. And he dressed up for you, too, the heels of his boots would’ve made a lot of noise on the hardwood floor if his feet weren’t just wisp of air.

But daylight brings invisibility again to the seven men and right then, Jimin thinks it’s a damn good advantage; he gets to watch you, uninhibited. When he finally heard you opening the curtains in your bedroom, he pressed himself up against your door, eyes closed, imagining you as he listened. You took a shower, a long one, and you mumbled a lot to yourself (he could hear your muffled voice through the door) as you got dressed (he could tell from the sound of hangers being tossed around) and he caught a few words that told him you’re taking a lot of time choosing your outfit today, which made him smile to himself fondly. It wouldn’t have mattered, love, he thought. You’re beautiful in a potato sack, didn’t I tell you that before?

Then, once ready, you stood right behind the door and Jimin stood back, waiting patiently. The door opened and Jimin beamed, standing almost toe to toe. “Good morning,” he greets softly. But the hopeful look on your face was wiped off, the corners of your mouth drooping. You look forlornly at him, no, through him and sigh, shoulders sagging. Jimin felt a dull sting in his chest, his smile only withering slightly. It’s sad to see you disappointed but it made his heart bloomed at the thought that you had been expecting to see them.

You had wanted to see him. Well, all of them, he guessed, but there’s no harm in indulging himself. It brought Jimin nothing but joy knowing that your first thought was them, him. He would rub it in the others’ faces about this the whole day today, how he got to be the first to see you, how pretty you look in that little yellow dress with the off-shoulder sleeves, exposing your beautiful collarbones as well as your pretty thighs just enough to remain sweet yet sultry. He would describe to them how your perfume had smelled first thing in the morning when it had just been sprayed on in intimate points that Jimin didn’t have to check to know where: behind the ears and inside your wrists which you then rubbed gently against your dress to transfer the smell.

If he remembers correctly, you would do the air walk with your perfume too, spraying it into the space in front of you and walking back and forth in the mist to get the scent on not too strongly. You do this method generally. But the latter method, well, it’s special. It’s when you want to make an effort, when you want the perfume to be just a tad bit more enticing. Jimin had chuckled to himself. It’s always the same, never changing throughout the centuries; little habits that make you, you. Little habits that become telltale signs.

When Jimin thought you were leaving down the stairs, you stopped and hurried back upstairs. It caught him by surprise to see you come up to his door and knock, small and timidly. He went to stand in front of you, leaning against the wall, facing you, arms crossed over his chest, watching you with an amused smile. What are you doing, darling? Did you come to call me down for breakfast?

When the first knock was barely audible, he urged you on. “Louder, honey. Even ants won’t hear that.” You knocked louder, with more confidence and Jimin is thrilled, feeling like you heard him. He pretended to open the door. “Yes? What is it, sweetheart?”

But you pouted and Jimin laughed affectionately. He half-expected for you to try the door as Namjoon warned you might but you didn’t. Instead, you look over across the hallway to Hoseok’s room, seeming to contemplate trying the other rooms. A slight jealousy poke at his heart but he pushed it down. No, he promised not this time. No jealousy, no negativity. You decided against the idea and turned back towards the stairs and left, for real, leaving him alone in the hallway now, staring after you.

“What are you doing?”

Jimin jumps at the sudden voice. Yoongi is standing halfway out of his room, eyes in slits and hair all ruffled from sleep. They might be ghosts but they still sleep. They go to bed each night, just as one normally would. Learning to remain on the bed when their physicality changes, now that took longer to adjust.

“You scared the crap out of me, hyung,” he says, a hand against his chest.

“Oh,” replies Yoongi nonchalantly, nodding. “I scared a ghost.”

Jimin pulls a straight face. “Hyung, go back to bed.”

Yoongi stares him down for a few seconds, narrowing his eyes even more. Satisfied, he turns and heads back inside his room, melting through the door without another word.

~~~

“Did they come down for breakfast?”

Mrs Oliviera stops halfway through picking up my empty breakfast plate and gives me an incredulous look. I return her look and repeat, “Did our guests have their breakfast?”

The look on her face seems to imply that the question is too hard for her to process, staring blankly at me as if waiting for some sort of punchline that doesn’t come. Then, as if her world finally catches up to mine, she says, slowly and deliberately, “Breakfast?”

Now, I’m irritated. “Yes. Isn’t that what people eat in the morning?”

She gives me a disapproving look, continuing to clear the table. The plates clang against each other a lot more noisily than she usually does. Her movements are hastened. Her lips are pressed together before answering, “Yes, they did.”

“Oh,” I reply, masking the disappointment in my voice. I had hoped to run into them. “They’re such early risers.”

Mrs Oliviera snorts but then catches herself, scurrying to the kitchen with her hands full. She never reemerges.

Like usual, when I have nothing to do, I take a walk outside, down to the creek with a pear in hand. I see the greenhouse in the distance and the gardener inside. Cherry blossoms are almost out, they were beautiful in the early spring but pretty things don’t last long. The trees still stand full, void of any flowers, making a good natural walkway down to the greenhouse. Sakuras lay flat on the ground, browned by time under my shoes as I walk.

The greenhouse is a thirty-metre giant geodesic dome with transparent glass, letting in enough sunlight during the day. By noon, the glass turns frosty, preventing the plants inside from getting too hot, and transparent again once the sun rays grow weaker. It’s intelligent technology but it mostly shows how much thought my grandaunt had put into the care of her flowers and trees. It’s also custom-made AKA costing a shit-tonne of money. I wonder what it must have been like for her living with all that money yet growing old and then eventually dying alone. Was it lonely? Or was it liberating to be able to not have to consider anyone else, doing anything that made her happy, like spending millions on the greenhouse?

I entertain the latter idea more than the first; it’s a lot more fun to think that she had had a happy, fulfilling life. She had a lot of adventures and a house full of evidence of that (now compiled into my stupid list). She didn’t have family but she had freedom. And who knows, maybe sometime in her long life, she did find a love that was just as a whirlwind as her life had been, and it makes me wonder where the guy is now, if there was one. Or girl. Did they end up just as happy as my grandaunt was? Did they settle down and build families when my grandaunt never did?

Sometimes I wish I had known her when she was alive.

I enter the greenhouse and the gardener looks up, and an instant smile is on his face. I say gardener but he’s more of the groundskeeper. A Korean man in his sixties but looking like in his forties, he has a very serene face with hands that look leathered from all the labour work he has done. As far as I know, he has been working for the house since he was young, taking over from his father, the previous ground’s caretaker. It’s not just the greenhouse but pretty much everything that grows in and around the land of the manor. Even the forests that grow around the estate seem to respect him, never creeping in on the boundary of the manor; you can clearly see the line between the wilderness and the manicured grass.

“Good morning, miss,” he calls out, waving with the secateur in one hand. He goes back to work, pruning the white roses delicately. This is the first time I come around when he’s here, the first time he’s ever greeted me with more than just a nod from a distance.

I look around the greenhouse alive with different types of flowers; from the variety of roses to the hyacinth to the daffodils and the forget-me-nots, from the irises to the tulips to the wallflowers and the lily of the valley. There are orchids, petunias, geranium, pansies and chrysanthemums. There are even ferns and some others I do not recognise or know the names of but pretty nevertheless. From pots to straight from the ground to little hanging baskets and trays, the greenhouse seems to be bursting with fragile lives, all at the hands of one man, Mr Chang.

“Good morning.” I approach him, leaning in a little to see what he’s actually trimming.

He moves back and looks at me. “Interested in botany today, are we?”

“I might be watching what you’re doing,” I say, “but nothing is compartmentalising.”

He laughs, going back to his task. “Once you learn what the plants need, you’ll know what to do.”

I laugh, too. “I’ll leave them to you. You’re doing an excellent job so far.”

“I’m glad to know I’ll be keeping my job even with a new employer,” he says kindly with a small smile.

I chuckle, moving away to look at the other plants around, walking in slow steps. “Your job’s safe with me.”

The plants all have a light mist over them, signalling that they had been watered not too recently. The sprinklers attached to the frame of the dome work on timers for the most part but the heavy bulk of the tending to all the floras individually is Mr Chang. He finishes up with the roses and moves on to the rhododendrons. “You seem to be in a very good mood today. Did anything good happen?”

I try my hardest to conceal the wide grin on my face, glad to be walking away from him and pretending to look at the tulips. They are at the end of their season, with only just a few purple ones left. “Nothing much, really. We have guests. Having more people in the house makes me happy,” I reply, the excitement clear in my voice. This is the most I’ve spoken with him. He seems nice. Warm.

He straightens up and turns towards me. “What, Ollie isn’t good enough for you?”

I furrow my eyebrows at him, unamused. He laughs, turning back to the shrubs. He continues to talk as his hands move. “Well, who are these guests?”

“There’s seven of them,” I reply, turning to walk back towards him. “Very handsome fellas.”

Mr Chang’s hands stop moving and he looks back at me. His face is unreadable but when he speaks again, he seems to be arranging the words carefully. “Seven you say? Where did they come from?”

I shrug my shoulders at him. “I dunno. I didn’t get to talk to them all that much. Oliviera put them up in the attic at first, can you believe that? It’s ridiculous when we have so many rooms.”

He stares at me for a while, like he’s thinking of a response. He flicks his eyes up towards the house and from here you can easily see the windows to the rooms. I can easily spot mine with the windchimes glinting in the sunlight. Then, his face softens again and asks, “I don’t presume they’re still in the attic?”

“No, of course not.”

He nods slowly, again, thinking. A smile slowly creeps up his face and his eyes have a twinkle in them. “So there are seven handsome men in the house with you, huh? Interesting.” He wiggles his eyebrows.

I laugh, shaking my head. “What does that even mean? They’re guests, Mr Chang.”

“For now,” he says, almost to himself. He goes back to the shrubs, snipping dead flowers and fussing with the bush. “Do you like them?”

My eyebrows go up at his sudden question. “I met them like last night.”

“They’ll be staying here awhile, won't they?”

“Yeah. How do you know?”

He shrugs. “Just a guess.” He finishes up and stands straight, arching his back to stretch. He puts away the secateur into the tool belt around his waist. He looks at me. “Do you think one person can love multiple people at the same time and equally?”

I stare at him at his sudden question. It’s an odd one, even odder considering the timing. “I told you, I don’t even know them,” I say lightly with a smile, walking towards the exit. “And what are you talking about? Like a poly relationship?”

He smiles almost sadly. “I’m not talking about them. It’s a theoretical question. Yes, I mean a polyamorous relationship where there’s multiple people loving the same person. I think it’s impossible. It’s a human flaw that we are not able to actually regulate our emotions. We’re not even fair to ourselves, how are we to do that with others, right?”

I mull over his words, weighing them around in my head. Something that he says struck me but I refuse to acknowledge the feeling. I shrug instead. “You have a point but I don’t know. A normal relationship is complicated enough. A poly to work would need double the effort but whether it would work long term, I don’t know.”

“But theoretically?” He looks at me expectantly.

I shake my head. “I really don’t know.”

The elder man goes back to work, going from one flower to the next, like a human bee, delicate in his handling. I remain in the greenhouse for another few minutes, taking pictures of some of the plants that pique my interest, and sharing some of them to a good friend of mine who works at a plant nursery. Some of these plants are rare, according to her, and hard to maintain and she wonders if she could come over to check them out and maybe talk to Mr Chang. I just passively said yes but she lives on the other side of the country and with travelling impossible now, who knows when she’ll actually be here.

I didn’t tell her about the men.

As I’m leaving, I catch something white darting across the grass and towards the forest tree line. Its long fluffy tail gives one last swish before it disappears out of sight.

“Yeah, she appeared out of nowhere just recently,” says Mr Chang, suddenly next to me looking in the same direction. “A little wild but I know she’s been eating the tuna I put out.”

“Do you think you can catch her?” I ask.

He shrugs. “That’s what I’ve been trying to do. She’s been using the vegetable patch as her personal toilet. Maybe bringing her indoors wouldn’t be such a bad idea.”

I nod, agreeing, a little excited at the prospect of having a pet. “Let me know when you get her.”

***

All Hoseok knows is that you spend a lot of time on your phone.

Too much, he thinks from his cross-legged position on the floor, eyes never leaving you who is sprawled on the long sofa. He tilts his head to the side, trying to look at your face from the right way up. Your upper body is hanging down the side of the sofa, your hair sweeping the floor. It’s the fourth weird position you’ve assumed in the one hour you’ve been here. Is that even comfortable? His neck hurts from looking at you like this.

Last night, after you went to bed, they had a sit down with Ollie, much to her chagrin. Her main job, aside from taking care of the house and bringing them dinner nightly, was to keep them in the loop while they are stuck in the attic. She was the bridge between them and the world they were cut off from but she’s been neglecting it for the past years, always rushing to leave and refusing to talk to them any more than a few words when she would clean the attic.

They had a million questions, so many things to catch up on and she reluctantly filled them in; the advancement of technology and the internet (people don’t use phone books anymore!), current fashion trends (that required the internet, accessed by a mobile phone with no buttons and a large screen, no antennas), current society and the lingo, and most importantly, this new Covid-19 pandemic. From the sound of it, it’s bad but at least being here means they are fully isolated and that the world has come to a halt. It’s a silver lining, for a short while.

Ollie found them an old Samsung that they used to spend most of last night ordering new clothes that fit the times and, well, they all went a little crazy. But money has never been a problem. If you’ve lived for as long as they did, you’re bound to collect a fortune. Or two. All packages had been addressed to the little cottage the employees live in. The clothes should be able to get them through this last bit of spring and through summer.

Suddenly, you’re laughing, a full on laugh that makes you snort and spittles lines the sides of your mouth. You right yourself after almost choking on your own spit, laying across the length of the three-seater sofa. Hoseok crawls over to you and leans on the armrest over your head to try and see your screen. As if on cue, you replay the video and Hoseok leans in closer.

It’s an orange cat sitting on a bed, grooming itself when it suddenly starts to fight with its own feet and rolls around the bed, bunny-kicking itself. You burst out into another bout of laughter, pressing your hands against your stomach. Hoseok can’t help but laugh along, sliding down to the floor, so amused he can barely hold himself up. In his ears alone, yours and his laughter mix in the air, the sound of two people enjoying each other’s company. He knows that you get along best with him when it comes to sharing humour; you both have the same explosive reaction, like twins from different parents.

Hoseok draws himself into a sitting position, his back against the edge of the sofa. Behind him, you’re still reeling in the last note of your laugh, wiping the corners of your eyes with the tip of your fingers. Hoseok sighs. “I can’t wait for you to show that video to the others.”

“I can’t wait to show this to the guys,” you say with a giggle and Hoseok’s eyes widen. He stares at you, eyebrows still in his hairline, mouth in a small O. He glances over at the window as if to confirm that the three o’clock sun is still up. He relaxes a little but is happy that you’re thinking what he’s thinking.

You let out a heavy sigh, letting your arms fall to your sides, your focus finally ripped away from your phone. Hoseok can finally look at you properly, his eyes roving over every inch of your skin, taking note of every little detail; every little scar, every little freckle, every little beauty mark. He memorised them the same way he would memorise an important map. Your looks always vary, and yet, in a cosmic way, the same. It amazes him every time.

Sitting up on his knees, Hoseok leans over your face so that he’s eye to eye with you, albeit upside down. “What are you thinking about, angel?” His voice is soft, barely a whisper. You’re looking up at the ceiling, unaware of the man staring into your eyes as if he’s trying to catch a glimpse of the soul inside.

“Who are they?” you mutter in a faraway voice, lost in thought.

Hoseok smiles. You’re thinking about us.

He watches you bring your phone up once again, covering his view of you, and he lets out a small grumble, but scoots close nevertheless to see what you’re looking at this time. You close the Twitter app and open up a search engine. You wiggle your thumbs over the screen, undeciding what to type. Your forehead creases a little as you think before finally you type in Namjoon in the search bar and press enter. Hoseok is alarmed but he’s not all that worried. There are tons of Namjoons in the world and the search result is pretty inconclusive, listing the many Facebook pages and Twitter handles and LinkedIn profiles, all of which are not related to the Namjoon somewhere in the house.

Hoseok is calm yet anxiety creeps in at the fringe, worried that you might actually find something on them. He doubts it but they’re not exactly sure how far and wide the internet’s net can cast. Or how far back in time. He’s positive none of their information is out there, given how new the internet actually is, but he can’t help but think of the possibility. He remains vigilant on the screen as you type in each and every one of their names, with much or less the same result. Hoseok notes that you don’t know their last names and could be the main reason why nothing substantial is coming up.

“Hmm,” you muse to yourself. “I don’t know their last names.”

Hoseok’s glad they addressed their online shopping to a different location. Their full names would've been on the packages.

You lock the screen, giving up on your search. You’re chewing on your bottom lip and Hoseok can clearly see the cogs turning in your head and the determination on your face. He sits back, wondering how to handle this. He’ll talk to the guys. It’s too soon for you to know anything. Too soon for the whole truth. But time has changed immensely since the last cycle and this timeline is much too advanced for their usual tricks. They have to be very careful with this one, with you. Any wrong move can ruin everything.

Any wrong move and they’ll easily lose you.

~~~

I have never been this excited for dinner my whole life!

I’m fidgety and a little on edge with nerves, sitting down at the desk and then standing up to move to the bed to sit down again, only to stand up once more and pace the room. My room faces the back of the house so there’s no way for me to see the boys come back from work. Alternately, I resort to listening for their footsteps up the stairs. I keep wanting to go downstairs, hoping to run into them but I worry that they’re not even back yet, so then I’d have to come back up and repeat. The three youngest also haven’t emerged from their rooms.

I’m growing impatient, unable to sit still any longer, my ears perked for any noise from outside to signal the boys. It’s almost 6.30PM and dinner will be announced soon. The sun is low in the horizon. Shouldn’t they be home by now?

~~~

“How long has she been pacing around in there?”

Jin is smirking pretty smugly, watching the bottom of your bedroom door. Your shadow is clearly seen moving back and forth and it amuses him so much to know that you’re anxiously waiting for them. He doesn’t even break away to look at Jungkook to answer, “A while now. She’s been antsy since the clock struck five.”

The seven of them are standing just outside in the hallway, grouped around Jin’s door, all eyes in the same spot; the slit under your door. With the sun sinking, the bedroom is overflowing with warm, orange sunlight that spills from under the door crack and halfway into the hall outside.

Jungkook groans. “Why doesn’t she just come outside? I want to see her face!”

Namjoon chuckles. “If she comes out, she might not run into us and would have to repeat going in and out, and by that time the you in her head would have been suspicious and she would’ve been caught waiting for us to come back. Then we’d know she’s been waiting.”

Jungkook stares at him, dumbfounded. Namjoon adds, quite proudly, “It’s basic women’s behaviour.”

Yoongi pokes him in the arm. “That’s sexist.” He leans against the wall next to Namjoon. “It’s more typical of y/n behaviour. Hasn’t she always been like this? Too shy to do anything outright and too proud to admit it when confronted.”

Jungkook groans again. “Ugh, I hate this part right here. I just want us to go straight to loving her.”

“To you it’s a repeat,” Jimin says. He’s sitting on the floor, hugging his knees. “But to her, everything is new. And if we jump straight into it, she’ll think we’re fucking lunatics.”

“And would hate us forever,” Taehyung adds on. “And run away and we’d have to wait another cycle.”

They remain quiet for some time, lost in their own thoughts. Yes, that has happened before. They had been too impatient, then.

The grandfather clock downstairs half-chimes for 6.30PM and they hear Ollie call out that dinner is served. Hoseok notices that she’s not as warm to you as she had been for Soon-hee. With Soon-hee, Ollie would not dare to dream of shouting from the dining hall like that, and would have come up and knocked on her door to let her know dinner is ready, politely, the way for a housekeeper to act with her employer. With you, she’s more dismissive and treats you like a misbehaving child instead. He should address this with her, see what her problem is.

Your bedroom door finally opens and you step out. You look over to the east side of the hallway, where the majority of their rooms are, hopeful.

You go to knock on Jimin’s door. “Hello? Is anyone there? It’s dinner time.”

Jimin clicks his tongue, disappointed that he couldn’t give you what you wanted right now; to come out of his room and accept your invitation. But all he can do now is sit there in silence, simmering in his own feelings. He can’t even bring himself to look at your face.

Taehyung is upset, mouth turned down in a pout as he watches you go to the next room and do the same. When you still get no answer by the third door, you give up, walking away to head downstairs with a look that rips their hearts to shreds. Namjoon sighs, leaning his head back and closing his eyes. Jungkook watches after you, his eyes wide, mouth hanging open. Jin is shaking his head and Hoseok is silent. Yoongi gazes at the floor, face impassive as he tries to curb the turmoil inside him.

Jin finally straightens up, looking out the window at the setting sun. “Almost time now.”

~~~

At least one thing is good; the long table is set for eight.

I can feel myself instantly brighten up, bouncing over to my seat. Mrs Oliviera is setting my food down, the beef stew steaming wisps of smoke. She looks up when I enter. “Would you like some rice or bread with the stew?”

“Bread, please.” You take your seat as Mrs Oliviera places a few slices of toasted baguette on my plate. I gesture to the other empty seats. “I hope they come down soon. Have the others come back yet?”

Mrs Oliviera flicks her eyes briefly on me, placing down the bread basket and wiping her hands on her apron. She stares out the window, the sky turning purplish as the sun sinks beyond the horizon. She looks back at me, her face sympathetic. “They’ll be down soon,” she says and disappears into the kitchen.

You mean back soon, I think to myself but I shrug, not bothering to correct her.

I take a sip of the red wine and get started with the food, breaking the bread into smaller pieces and toying them in between my fingers. I guess I forget what it’s like to have housemates that aren’t exactly your friends. You have different schedules and different activities, basically different lives, that you probably won’t run into each other all that much, never mind in a big house like this. It’s the same as back then, living in that group home as a teenager and then in a shared house when I was in university,

Oh well. I shrug to myself and start to eat. I’ll see them when I see them, I guess. A few minutes later, Mrs Oliviera reenters the dining hall carting a trolley that looked familiar. She starts to serve dinner for the seven set places.

“Are they back?” I ask, pausing in between bites. “I didn’t hear anyone coming in.” I crane my neck to see out the dining hall but the front door’s view is blocked by a corner in the hallway, which is dark as the sun had already set but the lights haven’t been turned on.

She never answered me. She flicks her eyes over towards the window, the sun disappearing as day turns into night, and grunts a response. Just as I’m about to turn away, seven figures emerge from the shadows of the hallway and walk in, all with bright smiles on their faces, all looking at me as they take a seat at the table.

Jin sits closest to me and he looks at me with kind eyes. “Sorry for the wait.”

I shake my head, my appetite suddenly back in full force. “Welcome home,” I say lightly, not knowing how hefty the words are to my guests, the impact left them to inhale a short breath.

I’m more focused on my own feelings at the moment. I forgot what it’s like to have meals with company. The noises of the other cutleries or the occasional short conversations or just the light bickering among the boys feels somewhat cosy. I look around at them all, looking like they belong here at this exact table all along, in their assigned seats. They don’t look out of place nor do they look uncomfortable eating in a house that’s not their own. The scene is perfect, almost as if it’s been drawn in a painting.

I continue to eat in silence, smiling at their little back and forth with each other, answering their small questions about my day and returning the question. It’s nice. I love this feeling. It feels warm. It feels homey. And I can’t shake the distant feeling of familiarity even when it doesn’t quite make sense, a feeling I can’t quite verbalise that tells me I’m supposed to be here at this house with these people.

I came to Solomon’s Manor to escape the life I left behind, the money was the latter reason, an afterthought, an incentive in the grand scheme of things. I ran away from a miserable life of pain and heartbreaks, convinced that a year in solace would be just what I need to heal.

But for the first time in a long time, just sitting here having dinner with these seven strangers, I’m happy, content, not knowing that this is just the beginning of a very old story, about to be replayed for the hundredth time.

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•[ A Big Catch ]•

Part 1

All was well in Ninjago but the same couldn’t be said for Merlopia. Nya and Jay sat in tense silence as their long submarine ride came to an end and the doors to Benthomaar’s ship hangar hissed open. The king stood their in apprehension

“Thank the Nyad, you’re here”

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The doors to the throne room swung open, “I knew becoming king after Kalmaar’s betrayal would be hard, but I never expected to be so challenged by the ocean herself,”

Nya and Jay trailed behind his quick pace passing a plethora of Merguards all lined against the walls of the castle. “Heh, they sure doubled the security for our short visit haha~” Jay laughed nervously. His melancholy mood lifted into a cautious manner

“Worry not Jay, they are not for you. All of Kalmaar’s sympathizers have been banished,” Benthomaar waved his frilled hand.

“So why have you called us here?” Nya inquired trying to ease Jay’s tension

Benthomaar sighed “After Wojira’s defeat we tried to rebuild the parts of our city that she destroyed, but they mysteriously stayed ruined. Many of my subjects believe the supernatural is punishing Merlopia for Kalmaar’s insurrection”

Benthomaar opened a second door behind the throne and the pair of ninjas gasped. The room had a gorgeous high rise view of the city. Or, at least it would’ve been gorgeous. Many gold plated houses and mosaic courtyards floated in pieces, their previously artistic structures now ocean debris floating to Benthomaars castle like a smoke signal.

“Last night the damage spread beyond the outskirts right here into the heart of Merlopia. A single scale was left behind” Benthomaar reached into a desk side chest to rummage for the said object. As he did Jay drew closer to the window tapping it lightly.

“This part of the city would’ve been a great vacation spot. Right NYA?” He tilted his head at the water master giving her a look

Nya only glared in response, drawing closer to whisper something private, “Jay we talked about this you know I want quality time with you too, but the Merlopians needed us,”

Jay shook his head and whispered, “No, they needed YOU”

“What’s THAT supposed to mean?”

“Nya,-“

“Aha!” Benthomaar interrupted. His small stature hobbled around to reveal a gigantic purple scale. “I had to hide this to keep the council men from turning it into a chest plate” Benthomaar huffed.

“Let me help you with that geez!” Nya rushed to Bentho’s side as the two lifted it onto a marble desk. It made a huge thud and the leg of the desk spewed dust from a freshly made crack in its leg.

Nya ran her hand over the scale with a certain degree of concentration “It almost feels familiar,”

“What kind of fish would leave that behind?” Jay cringed

“I don’t know but it’s why I called you here. My citizens now live in fear that this beast may return and destroy their communities as it has already done to a few. Track it down and bring back its head”

The ninja nodded, “We won’t let you down,” Nya assured

“I know you won’t. Now of course, you’re gonna have to meet your team,” Bentho turned to leave the room

Jay and Nya turned to each other- “Team?”

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“Everyone! Meet the great Nyad that saved us from Wojira, Nya!” Benthomaar announced as the three entered the ship hangar. A swarm of Merlopian warriors paused instantly at the sound of the Water master’s name.

“Uhh, hellooo~?” Nya choked weakly. The crowd immediately jolted in her direction with clamoring hellos and excited greetings. Benthomaar was almost knocked over but Jay pulled him out of the stampede’s path.

“We’re so glad you’re here!”

“Hello!”

“Thank the seven seas our Nyad has returned”

They closed in on Nya, too much for her liking. She retracted from the crowd and pulled up a rushing wall of water to separate herself from the jostling Merguards.

“ATTENTION!” A voice cut through the air sharp and firm. The soldiers all scrambled back to their jobs and stood in a neat line.

“Ah, meet your first crew member, Laseas” Benthomaar whispered to Jay. The captain was middle aged, a snake-like build as most Merlopians had but her coloring gave the impression of an Orca

The insults that spewed from the captain as she disciplined her privates for crowding Nya unsettled Jay. This was one MEAN lady.

Laseas dismissed the soldiers and they sulked back to their ships. She turned to the ninja and Benthomaar, heavily apologizing for the behavior they just witnessed. “You must be Nya and Jay,” Laseas nodded

“Pleasure to meet ya!” Nya shook the captains hand but flinched at the missing fingers, “uuh,”

Laseas chuckled “Its okay, just use my other hand”

“If I may ask, what happened?” said Jay. He quickly regretted it.

Laseas’s light air dropped and she was back to her captain-like seriousness. “The beast that you’re here to hunt, is the same one that took my fingers.” She twisted her injured hand in her regular one “I’m happy to be escorting you on this mission, it’ll do me great pleasure to put away a threat to the king”

A pause in the air weighed heavy on the conversation. Jay shifted uncomfortably

“Well it’ll be a smooth job with the tight ship you run,” Nya commented hoping to lighten the mood again.

“Ah you won’t be sailing with those fools,” Laseas said

“What? So it’ll just be the three of us?” Nya asked

“Unfortunately no, we’ll just be sailing with different fools” Laseas muttered the last part out

“OHH LASEAASSS,” the poor captain sighed as she turned to answer the old man calling her name.

He swooped in from a rope hanging from who knows where, knocking over several guards in the process and scratching a fresh coat of paint on their ship. The old man stuck the landing with his hands cocked on his hips like a superhero. A young Merlopian boy followed his every movement

Rope swing

Knock over a couple of Merguards

Land. Well, it was more of a face plant but he had the spirit.

“Ninjas meet the rest of your crew, Shippleton and my assistant Bucket” Laseas said

“Shippleton!? You’re from that stuffy explorers club what on earth are you doing down here?” Nya fumed

Benthomaar whispered over her shoulder “Money. He has money. Oh and a ship. That’s important too.”

“Ah young ninja you may be the master of water but I know this part of the ocean like the back of my hand!” Shippleton proudly snapped his suspenders. Bucket copied the old géiser but whimpered in pain as the he snapped his chest a little too hard. “Meet my young assistant-”

“MY assistant,” Laseas growled

Shippleton waved the captain off, “Yes yes Captain Leech, our assistant, Bucket”

The Merlopian boy excitedly greeted Jay and Nya. “Oh man you guys are so cool, I’m a big fan. What’s it like controlling the ocean? Can you breath underwater? OH! Jay how fast are you? Faster than lightning?” Yadda yadda yadda.

Laseas picked the rambling boy up by the collar as he continued to talk in his own little world. “We best get going before this one talks your ear off. I’ll have to acquaint you with the map and the course”

“MAP” Bucket yelled “I’ll grab it from the ship!” He scrambled out of Laseas’s grasp, sprinting back down the steps and causing more destruction amongst the Merguards.

Shippleton laughed nervously, “I’m gonna, uh make sure the lad doesn’t break anything,” he ran after Bucket, “BOY don’t you touch Bessie, she is EXPENSIVE”

Laseas pardoned herself, “I’ll prepare the supplies for our journey, whenever you’re ready, come meet us at dock 1,” She walked in suit of Shippleton and Bucket

Jay and Nya turned to Benthomaar

“So…they seem nice,” Nya said

“Benthomaar we could handle this beast on our own, why send them along?” Jay asked. Nya tapped his arm as if to scold him for asking such a blunt question

“I know you work best by yourselves but as King I have to include my people,” Benthomaar sighed. “It’s all just…so complicated”

Jay only shook his head. “Let’s just get this over with” He started heading towards dock 1.

“I apologize for my Yang’s…approach. We haven’t been seeing eye to eye lately,” Nya said. Benthomaar smiled softly as if to say it’s okay.

“If there’s one thing I’ve learned from watching my father build a family, it’s that people sink when they don’t have enough quality time with loved ones. Whatever quarrel you’re having, it’s not coming from a place of anger. It rarely ever does.”

Nya looked over her shoulder at Jay’s figure. He was letting Bucket drag him around the ship. Although tired and clearly grumpy, Jay gave a couple of smiles thanks to Bucket’s hyper antics.

“Thanks Bentho, I’ll keep that in mind”

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Hey guys! I haven’t written in a while so sorry if it’s a little long winded. This will probably be a 3 part story so stay tuned.

Laseas and Bucket are the only characters I own in this

#lego ninjago #jay ninjago #kai ninjago #cole ninjago #jay walker #nya smith #ninjago fandom #ninjago #zane ninjago #ninjago fanfiction #ninjago seabound #ninjago benthomaar

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i haven't been remembering my dreams for about 2 years. even more rare is when i have the epic -- be it good dream or nightmare -- Whole Sleep Dream. the kind where, even hours after you wake up, you remember EVERYTHING.

last night i had both, & it went a little something like this:

CW: animal death, SA.

your usual apocalytic setting. the weather was frightening & gorgeous. the sky was a juxtaposition of sunlight & storm. snow came. falling ice shards. so much snow & sunlight; it can't possibly be so hot & cold at once, but it is.

my house is some hybrid of my house, my mom's house, and the basement of shy's grandfather's house, where we lived briefly in 1996 in a moldy, spider & ant infested room, with an even worse bathroom on the other side of the basement.

keith is keith, but keith doesn't look like keith? it's a male, same approx build, but i never see his face, either because of a face shield/ski mask/scarves, etc. the voice isn't right either.

people are frantic. the snow is piling up & the hot hot sun won't melt it. planes in the air are crashing, falling. news can't keep up, but towers that carry signals are exploding by the second, all over the word, so we're all on our own.

i'm trying to figure out how to get shy, J, & my mom back to our house. keith tells me to start reinforcing windows & get the girls food, needs, 1st aid stuff, basic food, water, & everything gathered. we decide given the pace & direction of the weather that our bedroom will be our hole up spot.

we are a solidified unit, a team. we got this.

i do this, he takes the blazer to fetch the family, chilly, ruby.

4 hours later, keith returns. they only live like maybe 2 or 3 miles away, and it took 4 hours. by now, there are a few more people in our house bc i can't say no. people who i let in, had something to contribute: food, radios, flashlights, water, blankets, etc.

i go into hyperfixation mode & get everyone organized with a little spot, that still leaves room to quickly move around, etc.

it takes forever to get the door back open against the snow & ice over it, that the sun is somehow still not melting. (yet how did i get people in? idk, dream logic) vehicles are smashed & on fire here & there but it isn't melting anything either.

as we're getting everyone in, some monster truck comes flying through out of control, having hit an iceblock in the road. it smashes into our blazer. 'fucking hell,' keith says, & then magically sparrow is there, runs out frantically bc she's confused, & gets hit by another car flying through.

i lose my shit. keith says to stop being emotional because there isn't time for that. i feel my heart both shatter & flare with anger at those words. i say nothing, & help get everyone inside as 2 more planes crash in the air, & pieces fall down.

chaos at hume home across the street. half the building is smashed from airplane parts. 'can you come cook a few meals to get us through a couple days? we'll send you home with a few huge cans of veggies, milk, cooler boxes...' (we don't have cooler boxes IRL, but sure.)

it takes me about 25 minutes to get over there (2 mins IRL), over all the ice chunks, busted cars, bodies, airplane parts. i do the cooking, they tell me cleanup doesn't matter but i do it anyway (???), and then i work on making the trek back home.

i see keith talking to the dude with the monster truck who hit our blazer. i call out for help dragging these cooler boxes full of shit, but they both just look at me. 'you've been doing kettlebells,' says monster truck driver, looking me up and down, creepy. 'you can handle it. it'll keep you warmed up.'

'for what?' i ask. i need to know what's coming. i need order. i need... something, here, bc so far i've been doing a damn good job at not losing my shit, especially with sparrows body getting covered up by ice that the sun won't melt, 15 feet away in the street.

they don't answer. when i get to our driveway, keith grabs the boxes, says thanks, kisses my forehead and adjusts my hat and scarf, then gets inside. confused, i go to follow him, but monster truck guy grabs my arm.

'just be quick,' keith says to monster truck guy, then goes inside and shuts the door.

s*x traded for the truck.

'it was you or your kid, i mean... it's a monster fucking TRUCK!'

so, that happens. on a jagged pile of snow & ice that the sun won't seem to melt.

when i get all my layers put back on, wipe my nose, ignore all the cold/hot cuts on my back, & get inside, i start to cry.

"you have to stop being so emotional about this," my mom says, tiredly, from a couch in my living room that's purple now, instead of brown. part of me is frantically trying to point this out to another part of me (forcing lucid dreaming--it's a long explanation), or look for my hands, or something. 'everything's different now, we have to make sacrifices.'

shy & i's eyes meet from across the room. 'wake up,' they said.

there's a pounding at the front door, & someone yelling that i need to get back to work. the sound of collision, an inward sucking of air that pulls everything into silence, & then a crash as more airplane parts drop on the front porch section of the house.

shy's at my elbow now, their little hands curled around my bicep. 'wake up,' they said again.

i woke up, and it was 8.45a, mina was curled against me. i exhaled. i started to just sob, hard, for maybe ... idk, 20 seconds?

but i stopped, bc i was ✨ being emotional ✨ & now i'm just angry & feeling sad.

i guess the gist here is that something in me is damn sick and tired of being pegged as emotional, crazy, or bitchy, when things keep changing with no pre-amble or slight explanation, i get pushed, or etc, & even more sick & tired of having to explain why to save face. i feel like i'm being gaslit & brain-r*ped when people do it.

yeah, i see you out there, i heard what you said, with your MA in psychology. it sure does seem like i'm using my NDs as an "excuse," doesn't it? it's because i fucking have to keep explaining why.

but i'm done! :) i've cared too much about people liking me, or being the one that people DON'T have to whisper about. well, whisper away... cause i can't be myself happily when juxtaposed with having to embarrassingly explain myself too. i'm turning 40-fucking-5 tomorrow. i'm halfway to 90.

i literally don't have it in me to care about people outside my circle anymore, if they aren't even going to take 10 seconds to try to understand someone outside their norm.

& also when the world ends? i hope it's that fucking gorgeous.

#coworkers #actually autistic #actually ocd #adhd inattentive #autistic #autism

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OC Kiss Week / Day Four / Charm

pairing: Nikolai Dragos/Yevgeniy “Geno” Kazimir - Ravnica D&D OCs

Nikolai, historically, had never been invited to many parties; but the moment he’d become the Arbiter of the Lyev Column—one of the three people on all of Ravnica to have Isperia’s ear, one of the most politically powerful Azorius on the planet—he’s suddenly a hot commodity. Every up-and-comer wants his name on their guest list for bragging rights; to try and bend his ear about proposing a policy to the Guildmaster; to attempt to question him on what the Azorius, or the other members of the Taskforce, are up to; to just say that they know him to someone they’re trying to impress.

Add to that the fact that he (and the rest of the Taskforce) had literally saved the multiverse, well… he can officially say that he’s never been more popular.

It’s something so completely alien to Nikolai. To be the center of attention, to have everyone in a place know his name. People wanting to shake his hand and have a conversation—with or without ulterior motives, because some of them actually want to meet him, which blows his fucking mind. He’s never fit into places like this (expensive food, drinks in fancy glasses, paid waitstaff; art and conversation pieces strung through room after room; halls so grandiose his footsteps echo), had barely felt at home in the market district that he grew up on—let alone something so ostentatious, so pretentious.

Geno, on the other hand, blends right in. Like he always fucking does.

Since the almost-end-of-the-world, since Nikolai and Geno had quietly been married aboard the Parhelion II when they weren’t sure if the Taskforce would even make it back from their final mission, the Arbiter of the Lyev Column had publicly married Jon Kuczera, unassuming low-level librarian with curly dark hair and mischievous green eyes. Only the Taskforce and a handful of others know the truth, and Geno has lived under so many different names that one more doesn’t bother him in the slightest.

When Nikolai begs him to come along to another function he’s been asked to so he won’t be alone in a crowd, Geno leaps at the opportunity. He hasn’t fully given up the Dimir life, but now he talks about gossip rather than informants, and that’s at least something.

On one hand, Nikolai thinks as one doorman takes their cloaks and another rushes to announce them, he’s glad of the company (commiseration, at least, if he has to be there at all).

On the other hand, he realizes with a scowl, everyone fucking loves Geno.

His husband’s time is monopolized at every single one of these miserable events because he’s fucking captivating. A natural speaker, charismatic, gorgeous; whip-smart and can read a room like it’s a cheap novel. More often than not, he’s the most charming man in the building.

Tonight, it seems, is no exception.

The big floor-to-ceiling windows are open on one end of the huge ballroom, gauzy drapes only useful as decoration fluttering in the balmy nighttime breeze of the city. A string quartet plays dully against the opposite wall, and some people spin in practiced circles near them. Throngs of people dot the hall, and Nikolai watches them schmooze and gossip as he stands on the landing above. He’s deep into his third sparkling drink, and he is an apparently notorious lightweight.

“Nik,” comes Geno’s voice from behind him, and Nikolai straightens and turns—

And finds his husband arm-in-arm with a young woman in Orzhov black-and-whites. The golden crest is blazing on her circlet, and she gazes appraisingly at him with a church-trained cryptic smirk.

“Lady Vantas,” Geno says as way of introduction (just so puffed up and happy to have met someone interesting), “this is my husband, Nikolai—”

“Dragos,” she finishes for him, holding out a delicate hand. “Arbiter of the Lyev Column, yes, I know. It’s so exciting to finally meet you, Tomik has told us all so much.”

Nikolai looks at her hand like it’s going to slap him, but before his lip can curl in disdain, he sees Geno narrowing his eyes at him. Nikolai curtails his beleaguered sigh and takes her hand—shaking instead of genuflecting, something permitted but not expected. Her smile doesn’t twitch.

“You must come meet my friends,” Lady Vantas coos. “They could hardly believe that such a high-ranking Azorius functionary would join us; we've never had an arbiter attend.”

“And the Azorius champion of the Guildpact,” Geno proudly lists more of his husband’s credentials. “Wrote the laws that helped form the eleventh guild, slayer of the Eternal Dragon—”

“Okay, okay,” Nikolai grumbles, trying not to stare daggers at the man he loves.

They descend the staircase and join the mulling rabble. Lady Vantas’s friends are more shitty bankers, Orzhov regalia gleaming; jewelry strung with more coins than most Precinct Six workers would see in a month just strewn across their bodies. Nikolai’s blood still boils when he sees that insignia, despite all the work he’d put in with Tomik to bridge the gap between their guilds. They all turn and fawn over him when he appears in his full Azorius dress uniform—he’s always a stickler for representing his guild, just as much as they are, he admits—handing him drinks and telling him what a doll his husband is.

And Geno is in his element again. In amongst the crowd of dilettantes, weaving the tale of the journey of the Parhelion II to distant planes in search of the vile Eternal Dragon that threatened to swallow the multiverse. Nikolai’s part in it, his expert weaving of law magic and communing with Azor himself. Nikolai flushes dark red under his freckles, hiding behind yet another drink.

Lady Vantas places a hand on Geno’s arm, his shoulder, sliding it to his back. Another Orzhov asshole smiles like a smitten teenager, listening to Geno talk. Everyone practically drinking in the air his husband is occupying. And Nikolai fumes. Breathes in through his nose and out though his mouth in measured moments, frown biting deep into his mouth.

“If you don’t mind,” Nikolai says out loud, suddenly, interrupting the flow of conversation. Geno halts mid-sentence, seeing Nikolai’s flushed face for the first time. “I need to speak with my husband privately for a moment.”

“Of course, Arbiter,” Lady Vantas says, and the others make a show of nodding and murmuring their apologies for monopolizing his time.

Nikolai takes Geno’s hand and leads him away from the group. Away from the party. Away from the ballroom, out into one of the many halls. The sound of music and conversation dies behind them, and Geno hasn’t said a word since they left the floor.

They finally reach a dimly-lit junction, art too large for the walls they’re hung on cluttering the space. The only sound is the far-off, muffled noise of the quartet.

“Nik,” Geno begins once they’ve come to a stop. “Listen, I’m sor—”

Nikolai grabs Geno by the front of his tunic. Shoves him hard up against the closest wall, rattling the frame of the nearest painting. Stronger than he looks, for his height. Brown eyes burning.

“Shut-up,” Nikolai says, and he mashes their faces together hastily. Takes a breath. “Just shut-up for fucking once.”

Geno doesn’t put up much of a fight. Grabs a fistful of Nikolai’s hair and pulls him back in for more. Hard kisses, half-drunken pawing, and the sound of their harsh breath muffled in the art-strewn hall. A vase jostles as Nikolai tugs at Geno’s hips, which the ex-thief dexterously keeps from tumbling while still keeping a firm hold on his husband.

Nikolai pries himself away, holding Geno against the wall now at arm’s length—catching his breath, red from the drink; from the heavy kissing.

“Wh—” Geno barely vocalizes, dazed by the attack; by the affection.

“She was all fucking over you,” Nikolai breathes. “That fucking… Orzhov… snob—”

Geno almost laughs. “Nik, I would never—”

“I know,” Nikolai reassures him. “I know, I know, but…” He can’t vocalize what he means. He’s not a possessive asshole (at least, he thinks he’s not). He knows that Geno knows he loves him. And he knows that Geno knows that. And… But…

“Do you need to be here for work?” Geno asks (tilting Nikolai’s head back up to look at him, firm and knowing).

“No,” Nikolai answers quickly.

“Then let’s get the fuck out of here and go home.”

They lose each other in another long kiss before they get moving. Grab their cloaks from the front doorman, ignoring Lady Vantas as they head out into the warm Ravnican evening.

#ockiss23 #oc kiss week #ravnica #my sweet bastard nikolai

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leftoverenvy · 2 years

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Tastes Like Sugar (ch. 7)

Summary: India Mae, or Indi, is a music major, struggling to pay bills, tuition, work, and make good grades. Emily Prentiss is a BAU profiler, as well as a DC socialite thanks to her huge family fortune. The two enter into a mutually beneficial arrangement: Emily will pay for Indi's school if Indi accompanies Emily to her social functions for a few months, posing as her girlfriend. As weeks go by, the lines between their arrangement and their true feelings start to blur. But money can't buy love, right?

Pairing: India Mae Banks x Emily Prentiss; OC x Emily Prentiss

Warnings: eventual smut; sugar baby relationships; age gap (16 years - but all over 18)

Word Count: 2.7k

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Chapter 7 - Welcome Home

Emily's POV

Emily: On the jet – I'll be home tonight. Can we move you in tomorrow?

Indi 💘: Can we wait until the weekend?

Emily: Art gallery opening is this weekend, remember?

Indi 💘: You never sent me a schedule…

Emily: Shit Emily: Surprise! Art gallery opening is this weekend! Emily: We need to find you a dress. Move in tomorrow and dress shop Friday?

Indi 💘: I can make that work. Can't wait to see you

Emily: I'm sorry we have to do this in the middle of the week. I want you to focus on classes, but this way you can be settled before the chaos starts. I can't wait to see you either, sweetheart 😘

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On Thursday evening, I was swimming with anticipation. I was nervous she would beat me home. I went to Sephora and Target for her and bought any bathroom toiletry a girl could possibly need. Indi would finally move in tonight and I wanted her to be comfortable. I already knew her to be a girl who wouldn't ask for something she needed, so I wanted to cover all her bases.

I was just putting the last hair cream in the cupboard when I heard the doorbell ring. I rushed down the stairs to open the door. I smiled brightly only to be met by a confused India looking me up and down. Maybe she wasn't expecting me to be so casual, but no one can wear a suit all the time. She shook her head as if to shake whatever thought she was thinking out of her head and walked in.

I welcomed her and took her suitcase. "Let me show you to your room." We walked near each other, our shoulders brushing as we moved up the stairs. "Here you go," I said placing her suitcase at the foot of her bed. "If you don't like anything, I can have it changed quickly. Please don't live in a room you don't like. You won't hurt my feelings."

She looked around wide-eyed. "Em," she said breathlessly, "It's gorgeous! Look at these windows!" she said rushing across the room. "I can't quite tell in the dark…does it face the creek?"

"Yes," I said sheepishly. I chose this room for her because she seemed to have liked the creek so much; I wanted her to have an unobstructed view.

"It's great, Em. Really. Thank you," she said turning around to face me.

"I'll uh, leave you to settle in…" I bit my lip again and shuffled my feet. "When you're done, if you aren't too tired, could we talk about tomorrow?" I didn't know why I was so nervous. I had all the power here. But as soon as the thought entered my head, I knew it was false. This girl already had so much power over me. She could ruin me almost instantly.

I wandered back downstairs, grabbed a bottle of wine, poured a glass for myself, and grabbed an extra glass for Indi. I curled up on the couch with my current book. I had only read a few pages when I heard her soft footsteps on the stairs.

"That was fast," I noted.

She ignored me and asked, "What's up with half the Sephora that now lives in my bathroom?"

I chuckled nervously. "I want you to have everything you need…"

"It's unnecessary, Em. You didn't have to do that." I suppressed the urge to roll my eyes. Would she ever get used to this?

She looked near the piano and I knew she saw her welcome home present when her eyes widened comically large. "What is that?" she asked, a note of admiration in her voice. She moved towards the piano to get a better look.

I stood up to be closer to her. "It's a welcoming present."

"Emily! This is a Gibson!"

"Yes," I said hesitantly. I wasn't sure if this was going to cause a fight like the phone. I hoped the phone incident was just a fluke.

"This is a $5,000 guitar!" she continued. The fact that she knew just how much this Gibson cost told me exactly how well I did picking it out for her; clearly she had done her research and wanted it. I wouldn't deny it so I just looked at her. "I don't even know how to play the guitar," she pointed out.

"Well now you can learn," I said nonchalantly.

She closed the distance between us by launching herself into my open arms. Though unexpected, I couldn't help but be delighted at her embrace. She fit perfectly in my arms, and as soon as our skin touched, that addicting energy pulsed between us. It felt like the last piece of the puzzle clicking into place.

I was stunned by how quickly she accepted the guitar. Maybe the trick, like with the phone, was just to buy and ask for forgiveness, not permission. Or maybe, she had finally gotten over whatever aversion it was she had to being spoiled. Who would have thought? A sugar baby who didn't want to be spoiled?

"Can I get a tour of the house?" she asked, still in my arms. I nodded and let her go, albeit reluctantly. As we moved around the house, I was always too aware of where she was. Some invisible force pulled me near her. It was like she was the sun, and I was caught in her gravitational pull. It was like my body was begging to touch hers.

I placed my hand at the small of her back as I directed her around the downstairs to show her the library and my office. I couldn't help but remember how it felt to ghost my fingers down her back when we were at the restaurant. It was so possessive of me, but when I saw men staring at her on our first date, I had to do something to claim her. It was like my hands had a mind of their own. Regarding touch, my rights were limited, so I had to settle for a hand on her back. I had to constantly remind myself that a simple touch had to be enough.

But we weren't at the restaurant tonight. There were no men leering at my India. I should have been more in control of myself. I had no excuse to touch her. But my fingers nevertheless ached when they weren't touching her. So I gave in; I was weak. But at least I was touching her.

"Woah!" she said awestruck by the library. "Can I read in here?"

"That is what it's for," I teased.

She bumped her shoulder into me. "Don't be smart. I don't want to intrude in your spaces."

"India," I turned her to face me head on, to look me in the eyes. "For the next four months, this is your home. I want you to be comfortable here. There aren't restrictions on where you can go or what you can do." I stopped myself. "I take that back." She smirked. "Maybe don't reorganize my office."

"I think I can handle that."

"The only 'rule,'" I said putting air quotes around it, "Is that I'd like to know when you're having guests. Not that you can't, I'd just like to know." She nodded. "So read away my little book worm."

When we got to the garage, her eyes widened again. Admittedly, the garage was huge. I had a whole, separate building specially built and then a connecting, covered walkway to the house. "So," I said a bit shy. "Uh, this is the garage…I, uh, maybe have a thing for fast cars."

"I'll say! These are all yours??" she asked, her eyes sweeping over my four cars.

"Yeah…" I cleared my throat. "Anyway, I cleared a spot. That one there," I said pointing. "You can park there. I'll leave an opener to get in on the counter for you tomorrow."

When we got back inside, we flopped on the couch and I handed her a glass of wine. I was pleased to note she hadn't sat as far away from me as she had the first night she was here. Any progress, no matter how small, was a win in my book. "So…" I started. "I was thinking maybe we should craft a story about how we 'got together.' You know, just in case it comes up."

"I think that's a sensible plan, Ms. Prentiss." My stomach tightened at her formality. "Did you have something in mind?"

"Well," I wasn't sure how embarrassing it would be to admit I had thought about this a lot. I didn't want to freak her out. "I guess it depends on how much of yourself you want to be?"

Her brow furrowed in that frustratingly adorable way. "What do you mean?"

"Uh, well. Some sugar babies want to craft a different backstory than their own. I wasn't sure if you wanted to do that…"

"Do YOU want me to do that?" she turned it around.

I was rather partial to her true background. "No."

She breathed a sigh of relief. "Good. I don't know if I could keep up with being two people." Oh, if only she knew how difficult it really was…

"So then maybe I met you at school?"

Her brow crinkled again, this time, her nose scrunching up with it. God she was cute. And she had no idea what an effect she had on me. "What would you be doing at Georgetown? A lecture?"

I shook my head. "I was thinking more along the lines of a benefactor being at a recital to see how the Performing Arts Department is doing…"

Her eyes narrowed and her mouth raised in a smirk. "You sure you want to admit to being infatuated with me so early on?" she teased.

"I can think of worse things," I admitted sincerely, my eyes staring into hers.

"I assume it's safe to say you are a benefactor for the Performing Arts Department, and that isn't just for the story?"

"It is safe to say that, yes." I gulped. I didn't want her to think I was encroaching on her space.

"Thank you for supporting my education before you even knew me, then," she joked, raising her glass as a toast. I laughed – she never ceased to surprise me. "So at this recital," she continued.

"Mmmhm?" I took a sip of wine.

"Did you simply have to come talk to me? Did you woo me? Sweep me off my feet?" She was laughing at herself. Her tone was joking, but I couldn't stop staring at her in wonderment. She looked so pretty when her eyes sparkled like that. Even though she was teasing me, I couldn't help but be grateful to hear such a beautiful laugh. "Did you see me and immediately fall in love?"

"Yes," I answered softly. I wished I could take it back. I prayed she would understand it as only answering for our crafted story. I prayed she would ignore the weighty double-meaning of my response. I had to quickly change the subject.

"What were your past relationships like?" Great. As if that topic of conversation were any better than this one.

"I see we aren't done playing 50 Questions," she joked. I quirked an eyebrow at her. "I've only had one girlfriend," she answered reluctantly. "It obviously did not work out."

"You sound upset about that…"

"Not at all. I mean, of course I was hurt at the time, but she wasn't right for me."

"How so?" I had to know. My sense of boundaries was completely erased with this girl. I wanted to know everything about her.

She averted her eyes, obviously a bit uncomfortable. "She just wasn't supportive of my studies." I frowned.

"Were you in love?"

She looked me straight in the eyes. "No."

"You've never been in love?" I asked in shock.

"Not yet," she said softly, but her eyes were boring into mine. I felt something shift in my chest. Hope leaped inside me, keeping time with my pounding heart. Before I could admit I loved her again, I had to change the subject.

"So you've mentioned books several times now…" I said, lightening the mood.

She rolled her eyes. "Yes. Let me just showcase what a nerd I am by talking nonstop about books and drooling over your library. I'm sure that's so attractive."

"It is," I assured her sincerely. She scoffed. "I'm serious! I'm a big nerd too. I love to read – always have. Even as a kid, I always had a book in my hand. I mean, I have a library in my home for god's sake!"

"Who's your favorite author?"

"Only one?!" I asked outraged. She giggled at me and I willed myself to commit the sound to memory. Her laugh was infectious, precious. I wanted to hear it every day.

"Mmmhm," she affirmed, "Only one."

I sighed. "Kurt Vonnegut then."

"Ahh Mother Night."

"You've read it?!" I asked far too excitedly.

"Of course I have. Maybe the best book I've ever read."

"Yes!" I nearly shouted. I couldn't believe how excited I was letting myself get over a book. The last time I talked about Vonnegut on a date, I didn't get a call back. But this wasn't a date, I had to remind myself. "And Slaughterhouse Five."

She grimaced. "I have to say, I didn't love Slaughterhouse Five."

"What!" I gasped. "How?!"

"I don't know. It just didn't speak to me. It was too jumbled for me, the organization and timeline."

"But that's the point," I argued.

"I know," she teased back. "Doesn't make it any easier to read."

"Well who's YOUR favorite author, then?" I asked slightly put out.

She blushed and bit at her lip. "Would it be terrible for me to say it's impossible to answer that question?"

My jaw dropped. "After you made me answer it?" She nodded, her lip still caught between her teeth. It was quite distracting. "And after you said Vonnegut sucks??"

"I didn't say Vonnegut sucked," she corrected, exasperated, "I said Slaughterhouse Five sucked." Her foot darted out across the couch to nudge me, her lips now twisted into a teasing smirk. I wanted to wipe that smirk off her face and had to resist the urge to grab her foot and pull her onto my lap so I could do just that.

"Anyway-" I had to change the subject before I did something stupid. I would never forgive myself if I did anything to cause her to end this agreement before it had really even begun. I threw back the rest of my wine as if it were a shot. "We should go to bed. Sleep in – no rush to get up early. But we need to shop for a dress for you. Saturday's the gallery opening. You need a nice cocktail dress."

"I left your schedule on your dresser. I don't know if you saw it" – she nodded – "but everything marked on there is required. And don't worry, we'll make sure you get appropriate dresses before each event. Do you want me to hire hair and makeup for you, too?"

"No, I think I can manage. If you disagree, we can talk about it?" She looked nervous.

"I'm sure that won't be the case, India. You're gorgeous no matter what." I was really going to have to learn to develop a filter if this was how it was going to be from now on. I needed to get out of there. I was already so gone over her.

"Okay!" I said, getting off the couch. "See you in the morning!" And I walked briskly out of the room. Once I was out of her sight, I ran as quietly, but as quickly, as I could up the stairs into the safety of my room. She was dangerous, fluttering and stirring feelings in my chest I hadn't felt in years. I berated myself because she wasn't mine to have. I was only renting her for a few short months.

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