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itsawhumpsideblog · 2 months

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The Safehouse, pt. 18

CW: for institutionalized slavery, mentions of abuse, treatment of people as things, medical setting, surgery, panic attack, flashbacks, broken bones and treatment of same

Advice from the Box Boy Liberation Movement:

Given the percentage of rescuees who enter a safehouse with one or more injuries or illnesses which will require medical attention, it is probable that you will be accompanying rescuees to medical appointments early in their time with you. Obtaining medical care can present unique challenges for rescuees and it is important to exercise complete patience with them in a doctor's office or hospital setting. Be aware that the atmosphere in such facilities may bring up difficult memories or even trauma reactions. Be prepared to help rescuees through anxiety or panic attacks, even flashbacks.

The surgery took longer than Angie had expected, or hoped and as it entered the third hour, she was glad that she had gone to get lunch right after they took Mikey. Finding the cafeteria, eating the sandwich, and getting lost on the way back had taken almost an hour and a half; a call to Tim and a chat with the rest of the household had taken another half hour. Since then, she had been sitting in the uncomfortable hospital chair, watching the clock and fidgeting. Not for the first time, she opened a game on her phone, played for a few minutes, closed it, and then opened it back up.

Angie tried the TV and found that it was showing an infomercial trying to delude senior citizens into converting their savings into gold bars. She fiddled with the remote, couldn't get it to work, and turned the TV back off. Then she played a podcast she couldn't concentrate on.

She was tapping her fingers on the arm of the chair and staring into space when the door finally opened and Wanda came in, holding some paperwork and smiling. Angie jumped up, fighting down a sudden surge of nervous, excited energy.

"It went great," Wanda said, before anything else. "He did just fine and the doctor said she thinks the procedure was a success."

"Oh, fantastic," Angie said. "That's amazing. I'm so glad to hear it!"

"Me, too. Now, let's go over some paperwork while they finish getting him in a cast and then they'll bring him back here to wake up a little bit. We want him awake and... well, usually we would say talking. But let's go with 'alert' this time. Once he's feeling a little more like himself, we can send him home."

"Sounds great!" Angie could have giggled in sheer relief.

"Okay, so there's no discharge paperwork, as such." Wanda flipped through the papers in the folder. "Not for the hospital, anyway. We've got a form here that should go to your Network contacts, detailing what the surgery was, the cost of it- not that Dr. Silva is charging, but just so their accounting folks are aware- and some discharge instructions." She handed the folder to Angie. "We should be done with him in the next half hour."

"Thank you so much!"

"Of course!" Wanda smiled and let herself back out.

Angie sank back down into the uncomfortable chair in relief, grinning to herself. Then she remembered her other responsibility and picked up her phone.

"Tim?" she asked, when he picked up.

"Yup, I'm here and you're on speakerphone."

"Oh, super, thanks. Hi, guys! I just heard from the nurse. She says Mikey did really well and they're going to bring him back in a few minutes. We'll give him some time to wake up and then we should be on our way home in a couple hours. Just wanted to let you know."

"Did they give you the instructions and everything?" Tim asked.

"Yup, all the paperwork we need. I'll hand it off to you when we get back."

"Excellent, thanks. Text when you're on the way and I'll meet you outside, okay?"

"Yup, will do."

"Thanks for calling, we'll see you soon."

"See you soon!" She hung up, took a deep breath, and sat back to wait.

Mikey was unaware that he had woken up, the first time it happened. He had the impression of being somewhere soft, softer than the garden had ever been before, and warm, too. For the first time he could remember- the first time since the drugs had taken his memory away- there was no pain. He felt like he was floating in a warm cloud and his head was light and sleepy. He let the clouds carry him gently away.

Angie watched Mikey as he lay in the hospital bed, waiting for the anesthesia to wear off and for him to start coming around. He was totally still, which he had been for much of the past week, since his fall, but it felt different this time. He wasn't holding himself rigid, nervous and braced against pain. Instead, he just lay quietly, slightly slack-jawed as he slept. Once, his head stirred and a faint smile lifted one corner of his mouth before he sighed in soft contentment and his breathing slowed and evened as he drifted back off to sleep.

He was still sleeping when Dr. Silva came in with post-surgical information for Angie, outlining instructions for monitoring Mikey's recovery, acceptable activity levels, and a basic plan for continuing treatment.

"He did well," she said at last. "I know we really kept you waiting but-" she shook her head. "There was a lot to fix. He's going to be in the casts for a long time and some sort of brace for even longer. I'm not sure I can say exactly how long it'll be, not until we see how his healing is progressing. We're talking months, though, not weeks. The scarring is likely to be extensive, although we did our best. And his joints will probably always ache a little, especially that shoulder." She sighed. "I really wish it was all better news. But there is some good news, which is that when this is all said and done, eventually he'll be able to use his hands and arms. And he won't be in nearly as much pain, which is the important part. The process won't be pretty, but when it's done, everything will be much, much better."

"Thank you," Angie said. "He would thank you, too, if he could." She looked over and smiled at Mikey, still resting peacefully.

The peace did not last.

When the anesthesia wore off, Mikey woke suddenly and completely, the way he had done when he slept every night outdoors and needed to respond instantly to his Master. When his eyes snapped open, he realized that something was very, very wrong.

All he could see were white walls and a white ceiling with bright lights that seemed to shine directly into his eyes. The brightness stung and Mikey squeezed his eyes shut for just a second, as if, when he opened them, he might find himself somewhere more familiar.

But when he gathered his courage for a second look, nothing had changed. He was still in the strange, monochrome room with the blinding lights and he was lying down. Nearby, something was beeping ominously and Mikey felt his heart speed up and adrenaline dump into his system, like it did when he heard those first footsteps cracking a stick somewhere in the dark at the edge of Master's property.

His mind was still hazy from the drugs and not really awake yet, and Mikey had the terrible, foreboding sense that he wasn't supposed to be there- wherever "there" was.

It never occurred to him to be frightened by the fact that he did not remember having come to the strange, white room. Mikey lacked memories of so much that this new gap in his life was barely meaningful. What was very meaningful was that Master was going to wonder where he had gone.

Then, suddenly, Mikey had a flash of memory of another Pet, tall and thin and dark-haired, bringing him fruit wrapped in a towel, and his stomach clenched. If he was here, what had happened to the other Pet? Was he here, too, or had he been sent... Mikey could not even imagine where else the other pet might have been sent. But he knew it would be bad.

All these thoughts crossed Mikey's mind within seconds, a collection of fears and memories and associations that came to him automatically and without larger context. Then he realized, again, that he was lying down on a soft surface and he broke into a cold sweat.

Soft surfaces were not for Pets. He must not be found here. He had to move, whatever it cost him. The cost would be so much higher if they caught him like this.

But when Mikey tried to sit up, he couldn't. Something tugged at his face- a muzzle? It was blowing cold air into his nose. And he couldn't seem to bend his body to begin sitting, or force his aching muscles to lift him. Mikey looked frantically around but without actually taking in his surroundings.

He dropped one leg over the side of whatever the soft surface was and tried again to sit up and found that was impossible. When he swung his right arm up to try to shift his balance and rise, he was horrified to find that it was restrained, tied up in some kind of cloth, and he couldn't even see his fingers properly, only the very ends of them. When he tried to wiggle them, pain shot down his fingers and they didn't even move.

Even worse, his left arm was immobile. He couldn't see it under the blanket, but it was probably tied to something, strapped tightly down to keep him from doing what he knew a good Pet should do. He strained every muscle trying to sit up, kicked his legs to shift his balance, threw his right arm forward in almost grotesque exertion. But he barely moved.

When the door opened, if Mikey had been able to make a sound, he would have screamed. As it was, his eyes widened, his fight-or-flight response in full activation, and he tried one last time in futile terror to right himself.

"Oh my god," Mistress gasped. "Mikey, what- I was only gone for a second- I'm so, so sorry." She hurried over to the bed. "Hey, hey- careful, you- oh geez-" She put a steadying hand on his right shoulder and finally Mikey's eyes landed on her face.

It all came flooding back to him in a rush, like being struck. The terrible beating they had given him the night his old Master died; the time in a cage; the journey to live with Master and Mistress.

Then, even better, he remembered everything that had come since. A comfortable bed he was meant to use and enough food to eat and a television to watch; Nathan's cheerful company and the joy of being re-united with someone who had become a friend; gentle Francis who told him stories when he couldn't sleep and who held his head when he had fallen and was hurting.

Best of all, he remembered that Master smiled and laughed and spoke softly, and that Mistress talked to him like she enjoyed his company and she had kind hands and Master and Mistress looked after them and never, never hurt them.

Mikey remembered all these things in a flash of knowledge, the same sudden wash of memory that only moments before had caused him such terror, and then he realized that Mistress was standing over him with her hand on his shoulder. If it had been any of his old Masters, Mikey would have been frightened but he found that even now, standing like that, Mistress didn't frighten him at all. She didn't look angry, only dismayed and- maybe even worried.

He looked up at her as if he was searching for answers to many questions and she smiled comfortingly at him. "Do you remember where you are?"

Mikey wasn't sure and didn't know whether to nod or shake his head, so he simply waited and watched her.

"You're in the hospital," she reminded him and now he did nod, a little uncertainly. That might be true- he might remember the morning, if that wasn't a dream.

"You had surgery, to fix your shoulder and your hands and everything. You won't remember that, because you were asleep for it, but it's over now." He nodded again. "The doctor says you're going to be fine- your hands and arms will be a lot better when you're done healing."

He gave her another nod, since she probably expected it, but he wondered if she would explain why they had tied his left arm down. Mikey felt that there must be a reason for it, but something was making his head feel fuzzy and it was hard to think. Hoping she would understand, he raised his bound right hand and looked questioningly down at it.

"Yeah," she said, as if she was continuing a conversation. "I know that probably feels weird. And it's going to be hard, not having your right hand to use, even a little bit-"

Wait. What did she mean, he wasn't going to have his hand anymore? Forgetting the strange stiffness holding his left arm and the way he was restrained from sitting up, Mikey tried to raise himself and looked frantically from his hand to Mistress. His hand was still there, wasn't it? He could see his fingertips, a little bit, under the heavy bandages and surely it wouldn't hurt so badly when he tried to move it if he didn't have a hand-

Mistress made a face that Mikey didn't realize was guilt. "You don't remember what happened at all, do you?" she asked. He shook his head, a little frantically now, starting to feel his heart speed up and beginning to sweat.

"Oh geez. I'm sorry," she said, and he was surprised to find that she actually seemed to mean it. "I'll start from the beginning. So, during the surgery, they basically put all your bones back where they're supposed to be, right? So they can heal and they won't hurt all the time." Now Mikey nodded again as the memory slipped through the fog in his head, of Master explaining this at home last week.

"And now that it's done, they have to hold all those bones and joints and whatever still, so they can heal. So everything will stay where it's supposed to be. Right?" A nod. "And to do that, they put on some casts. The one on your right hand is like what Nathan had on his leg when he first came home. Remember that?" Mikey found that he did.

"They need your whole hand not to move for- I don't know, a long time. Like a couple months, at least. And they did the same thing to your left arm and your shoulder, but that was a lot worse and it's kind of an awkward spot, so they put the cast over your whole arm and then they attached it around your body to hold your shoulder still."

Mikey just stared. So he wasn't actually tied to the bed? But he couldn't move his arm at all. Well- he hadn't really been able to before, either. Maybe in some ways, this wouldn't be so different.

"Do you want to see it?" Mistress asked. She almost sounded nervous and Mikey wondered if he should be nervous, too. Very gently, Mistress drew back the blanket that covered Mikey from his shoulders down, except where he had thrown it off trying to get up.

When he could see it, he stared at his left arm. The cast was blue and covered his shoulder and then went all the way down over his fingers, just like the one on the right. His arm was bent at the elbow so that his forearm was parallel to the floor and angled across the front of his body. There was a band of the same material around his chest, holding his arm still.

"Does it feel really weird?" Mistress asked, and he didn't even bother to nod. Somehow, he felt that she would know his answer.

"Don't worry," Mistress told him, but it sounded more like an offer than an order. "We'll take care of you. You're going to be just fine."

Mikey nodded, but he thought that getting used to this was not going to be easy.

Next Time: Mikey comes home from the hospital, to his housemates' great relief.

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Notes: These keep being longer than I expected, so I'm adjusting the previously listed summary to account for that. A good problem to have!

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ateezwriter100799 · 3 months

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Pirates and Utopia pt.2

hey Guys this is the Part two of my Story.

I Hope you like it and have fun Reading!

Summary: a few hours later you wake Up from a deep needed sleep and decide to Look at the Crew more closely...

Fluff, San being a whole Sweethear, all members, Yunho being cute, and Hongjoong being the best Captain

If i missed anything please Tell me.

Hours have passed since I Fell asleep. My Body feels way lighter now and my wounds don't hurt as much anymore.

I slowly Sit Up and listen to the Sound of the waves Outside the ship. I Close my eyes and breath deeply. The smell of the See making me calm. I Open my eyes again looking at the door thinking If I should Go Outside or not.

I decide to stand Up and go Outside for some fresh air. I Open the door and the sunlight shines in my face as soon as i Walk Out of the door. The waves Crash around the ship and a few birds fly above us. Suddenly I hear two voices coming from the left Side of the ship. I decide to See who the voices belong to and Walk into the direction the voices are coming from.

I Spot two of the Crew members Just chatting while looking into the distace. I Look closely and notice that the two Crew members seem to be San and Yunho. I slowly step closer to them Feeling Kind of nervous as I come closer. Suddenly San Turns around and spots me.

"oh hey...seems Like you are awake now. I was worried...are you Feeling better?" He asks now stepping closer to me.

I Just nod and Smile slightly. "Is your throat still hurting?" Yunho suddenly asks. I nod again. I'm still now able to talk...or Well I could but I would only get Out a few words. San Guides me to the end of the ship. I Look into the width of the sea...I remember the Times when me and my Friends used to swim around and have fun. But these dumm Pirates Always have to Ruin everything.

San seems to notice how sad I am and places His Hand on my shoulder. I Look at him with wide, confused eyes.

"You seem sad. Everything okay? Do you miss your Family?" He asks while giving me a concerned Look. I Just Look at him and then lower my head thinking about my mother...why did the Pirates have to Ruin another day?

"It's okay. I'm Here for you. I promise we'll try to find your Family. And until then you can stay with us! We'll keep you safe..." He sais. Then Yunho comes Up to us with a Smile on His face.

"San is right. I'm Sure your Family is Safe. And we'll keep you Safe until you can Go Back to your Family." Yunho gives me a big Smile and Stands Next to me.

I Smile Back, being Happy that they Care so much even though they don't even know me. As I Look into the Horizon where the sun is slowly setting i sigh. I let the Wind breeze through my (h/c) Hair and relax. My Body feels Like it's free and so light.

"There you are." A voice behind us suddenly sais.

"We are waiting for you Guys. Dinner is ready. Wooyoung already Set the table." The voice sais. All three of us Turn around to See Seonghwa Standing behind us with His Arms crossed.

We all follow Seonghwa into the kitchen where all the Other Crew members and Hongjoong are already sitting ready to eat. "Took you Guys Long enough." Wooyoung barcks. "Sorry...but we were Just comforting Our guest. If you thinks thats so bad then Not my Problem." San bites Back. "No fighting. Just Sit down and eat." Hongjoong sais.

After Dinner we all Just Talk and Chat about different things. Suddenly Hongjoong asks; "What's your Name? You never told us. I mean you couldn't until now..."

All of their eyes were on me and i feel a light Wave of nervousness Run through my Body. I Open my mouth to speak but only a caugh comes Out. "You don't need to speak If you can't..." Yunho sais while rubbing my Back slowly. I Smile and Shake my head.

"(y/n)..." I finally breath Out very quietly.

Hongjoong nods. "Thank you. From now on we can call you by yor name. That Sounds good right?" He sais. I nod and Smile at him.

"So Our Journey to Utopia is almost over. When we arrive we'll buy some clothes for (y/n) and get some provisions for our Journey to Treasure. It will Take about a week until we arrive at Treasure so we need new water, food and supplies. We'll arrive in Utopia in about two days so be ready. And (y/n), we'll find some better clothes for you I promise." Hongjoong sais before smiling at me.

I nod and bow to Show how greatfull I am for what they are doing for me.

The sun is now setting as I stand at the end of the ship again, just watching how the sun is slowly disapearing into the horizon.

"hey..." San suddenly sais Next to me. I Turn around facing him while smiling at him. "If you need anything Just Tell me. I'm Here for you and so are the Others." He sais. I bow and Smile at him. I'm starting to get tired and San seems to notice. "I should get you to your room. You should Rest. You need the Energy." He sais while taking my Hand guiding me Back to my room.

I Smile and as we Walk I can feel a weird Feeling in my stomach...I've never felt something Like this before. But it feels...nice.

We arrive at the door to my room. I Turn to San and smile. "T-thank y-you..." I say quietly as I Look Up at him. He gives me a sweet Smile and opens the door for me.

"Remember, If you need anything Just Talk to me." He sais before Putting some of my hair behind my ear smiling at me. I can feel my cheeks become hot. I Smile at him and slowly Walk into my room and slowly closing the door behind me. I sink down the door smiling to myself.

Maybe These Guys are Not so bad...

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the-kcm-muggleborn · 1 month

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Kind For You

Fandom: Hogwarts Legacy

O/C: Sebastian Sallow x Edwart Thompson x Ominis Gaunt ✨️platonic✨️ (My OC)

Warnings: slight swearing shit

Word count: 1056.

Chapter 2

Part 5

"What did you get for question 3?” Sebastian asked.

“Expelliarmus.” Ominis answered as he was pouring himself some pumpkin juice.

Throughout the following days. Sebastian, Ominis and Edwart started spending dinners together. Sharing assignments, chats, food and even a table. Other students were looking at them funny sometimes.

“I have some things I need to attend to.” Edwart spoke rather suddenly after eating his porridge. “I'll probably be back in the late evening.”

“What do you have planned? Ominis asked as he bit into his toast.

“A fellow housemate sent me information about a ghost which might be able to help me find those missing pages from the book I've found in the restricted section. It would really help me before Professor Fig returns from the ministry.”

Sebastian and Ominis were silent and nearly looked at eachother with the same confused looks already thought that asking questions wouldn't bring much if the new student hadn't gotten all the information to share.

“It's all very complex and I've promised to explain everything which I will when it gets sorted out. For now it looks like I'm to have a trip to Upper Hogsfield…”

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Edwart looked again at the combination of numbers on the houses in the village and the numbers he scribbled in his notebook:

Eldritch Diggory, Helen Thristlewood Upper Hogsfield 16.

“Hm. This must be the place Minister Diggory mentioned.” Edwart thought to himself and knocked a few times.

“Yes?” An older woman opened the door.

“Hello Madam Thistlewood. My name's…”

“Ah yes.” She said excitedly. “You're that hufflepuff student. Uncle Eldritch did tell me you might come. Come in! Come in! I'll set the tea. Would you like some?”

“No thank you, your uncle said we might be able to help each other. Would you elaborate?”

Madam Thistlewood explained an entire long story about Richard Jackdaw, Apollonia Black and Anne, a prisoner in Azkaban.

“So let me get this in order.” Edwart said with furrowed eyebrows. “You want me to travel to Azkaban with you so I can speak to a woman who has been sitting there for the past decades in hope that she somehow has an answer to Richard Jackdaw's cave wherever it is. And all that is a clue, not a certainty.” Edwart finished unconvinced.

“Yes I suppose one can put it like that. It has to be you though. You could be a fresh breeze to her which could help her talk.”

“Well I'd rather not go to Azkaban. Is there no other way to help?”

“I'm afraid not. I will be right there with you being a retired auror does have its benefits, we can simply apparate right to her. I've escorted Ministers. professors. and many others to that blasted place. Never a student, I'll admit, but I will keep you safe.”

“Very well. Let’s go.”’

“Steady yourself. We'll Apparate together. Don't worry, l've never splinched anyone”

Edwart heard a snap and felt an unsettling change of air which made him nauseous.

“Shit.” He thought “I'm going to barf. Apparating is rough.”

Before he understood what has happened around him he heard a scream: “Expecto Patronum” A beautiful bunny made out of light came out of Madam Thistlewood's wand and busted through the dementors as she spoke again.

“That ought to keep them at bay for now. Though, be aware - you may feel a wave of despair. It will pass. This really is a dismal place. But we'll be out of here soon enough Now, follow me.”

“No one at school's going to believe this…”

Edwart thought while taking in the awfully cold surroundings of Azkaban. Somehow he did manage to drag the information about the cave from Anne even though her mental state was up to question especially after she attacked Madam Thistlewood without using any weapon. Edwart didn't know what had just happened. He was left in Upper hogsfield in pursuit of that cave.

Finally after all that time. Edwart found Richard Jackdaw who promised to help him as he most likely dropped the pages in the forbidden forest.

Edwart finally sat on the grass taking a breather for a second. He took out his pocket watch and noticed it was time he should head back to the castle but he had to get those pages back…

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Sebastian and Ominis were in the great hall eating breakfast. Edwart was supposed to meet them yesterday at the dinner but when he never showed up, Sebastian felt uneasy.

Finally Edwart stumbled in for breakfast. He had enormous bags under his eyes and he was looking paler than usual.

“Merlin what happened to you?” Sebastian bewilderedly asked “You look like you haven't slept in a week.”

Edwar took a seat next to Ominis and groaned a bit. “Very funny. I’ve had the worst night of my life.” He said, grabbing a toast and basically devouring it.

“We thought we were going to see you at dinner yesterday. What happened?” Sebastian asked curiously.

Edwart swallowed quickly and responded “That was a plan. But I had to get those missing pages I was talking about. Turned out. Out of all the places it was in the forbidden forest.”

Sebastian choked on his pumpkin pastry.

“Merlin are you alright?” Ominis asked with a hint of shock in his voice.

“Who are you asking me or Edwart?” Sebastian asked with laughter

“Both. Are you both okay?” Ominis replied with a small grin.

“Anyway I got caught sneaking back in got in big trouble with one of the Professors and since Fig is not here-”

Just then the Owl’s started flying about delivering mail which interrupted Edwart's story. Sebastian got a letter from Anne. He smiled when it landed in his hands.

Just when they thought the owl storm had come to an end. Edwart’s owl Barney dropped a letter onto his lap. He picked the letter up from his lap with a tense grimace.

“What is it, who's sending you letters?” Sebastian asked curiously.

“I-” Edwart stumbled upon his words as he flipped the letter. “Shit, that's not good…I have to go. I- I have that flying class anyway.” With that Edwart ran out of the great hall at the speed of light.

Sebastian signed heavily “I wish he would be more open with us.”

“Give it time Sebastian.” Ominis replied flatly.

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Thank you for reading part 5. Sorry this one a bit short;/ ."I'd rather NOT go to azkaban" haha same Edwart same. Azkaban time for all my hufflepuff babies. Wonder what's that letter Edwart got...? Small disclamer: I made the photos look darker so they fit the Azkaban's ambience. Hope you enjoyed it. More to come soon.

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astral-athame · 3 months

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((Life for me has pretty much been: Wake up at 8am. Desperately try to get more sleep until 9 (usually I doze off for, like, 2 or 3 minutes at a time and that's it). Get ready for work. Leave between 9:30 and 9:45. Work from 10-1:30-ish (it's supposed to be until 1:15 but I'm never out of there on time). Get home around 1:45. Leave for work part 2 around 2:30. That goes from at least 3-7, usually closer to 7:20 when I finally leave (sometimes stay until 8 or 9). Get home between 7:30 and 7:45. Make a quick dinner, shower, etc. Around 8:30, watch Ba.tt.le.st.ar Gal.act.ica with a couple of friends (if things work out, this couple may eventually be more than just my friends, but we'll see how that goes ^^;) until about 10:30, then chat with them for a bit after that, usually until almost 11. Bedtime routine (wash face, brush teeth, etc etc). Then stare at drafts until midnight when I realize I need to get to bed because I know I'll be up earlier than I need to be. Then the weekends have consisted a lot of babysitting, running errands, and trying to finish unpacking here and there because it's been 4 months and finding time to unpack has been a pain in the ass with everything that's constantly going on. Also, I spent 3 hours on Saturday putting together a kitchen cabinet- thankfully we have extra screwdrivers because the phillip's-head screwdriver they included was such bad quality that it was messed up and unusable less than half an hour in because the metal of it was so soft -_-

ANYWAY- Work both shifts the rest of the week (except Friday, but only because I don't have to do the second shift, still have the first). Saturday we're going out for my dad's birthday (which was actually last week, but we couldn't make things work for going out last weekend like we'd wanted to). Saturday night is also game night, as usual. Then Sunday I *should* have some free time, but I also desperately need to get some cleaning done that's being semi-neglected throughout the week. So what I'm saying is Sundays are chore days.

If things go well, I should, soon, only be working the first shift in another week or two (with the second shift just being Fridays and when absolutely needed)? Right now both my sister and I are stuck doing the second shift every night (and have been since before mid-winter break last month) because the custodial staff is down two people (one girl broke her leg and has been out since October, I think? And the other has been on temporary (paid) probation since early February while they consider whether or not to fire him and go through all the legal jargon of all of that). But they should be coming to a decision about that soon, I would hope, which would mean that if he gets to come back, then we won't be working nights unless someone calls out. And if he doesn't come back, then they should be hiring someone to fill his place so we'll just have to wait until someone snags the job (hopefully, in that case, they'll offer it to my sister first because usually they try to offer it to substitutes and she really wants it, but we'll see). They're also slowly running out of budget for substitutes, so, that's something to consider, too.

ANYWAY- TL;DR: I've basically had no writing time / personal time and that's why I've not been around. Hopefully work stuff will calm down soon because leaving the house around 9:30am and not really getting to be home until usually after 7:30pm (sometimes 8:30pm or 9:30pm) has been exhausting ^^;

I'll try to be around on Sunday (probably focus on Rogue's blog because I've been writing the fic in my head at work most nights so I have a lot of muse for her AND her blog has been sorely neglected for at least a few months now WHICH MAKES ME SO MAD AT MYSELF). If I can even get one or two asks done, then I'll consider that an accomplishment at this point!

I'm so sorry about the long absence. I'm sorry to everyone for neglecting replies. I'm sorry to everyone I was writing with and haven't had the time / social and physical energy / emotional capacity to reach back out to in a while. That's on me. I dropped the ball on that. I've never been good at ooc communication anyway, tbh. I was really hoping things would be a little bit calmer after I moved, but instead they went in exactly the opposite direction and haven't really slowed down any since November. In fact, they've just gotten more hectic over the last few months ^^;

I adore you all so much and I really do hope that I can get back to writing soon. I've been missing it (and all of you) terribly.

Take care and I'll try to be around soon <3))

#ooc.#long post #((Sorry for the rambling. I've just been gone so long that I feel like you're all owed a proper explanation.))#((I miss being here. I need to stop giving all of my free time away to other people and give myself a couple days a week #that are to focus on myself and writing again.))

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I Start Over With You

[SOLANGELO FANFIC]

summary: After the great battle against the forces of Gaea, Camp Half-Blood and Camp Jupiter had formed a long-lasting alliance. Everything had gone well, and everyone was ready to start anew. This included Nico, who, after confessing his feelings to Percy, was prepared to open a new chapter in his life—perhaps the happiest one the Fates had ever written.

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[CHAPTER 10]

THE TWO DEMIGODS BID FAREWELL before returning to their respective cabins. Even though Nico intended to go out again for some more exercise before lunch.

Nico hoped to find Jason at the climbing wall, convinced that he would request an infinite rematch just to beat Jackson at least once. Upon arrival, he could confirm that his assumptions were correct. As he had imagined, he found the two boys challenging each other once again. Percy was ahead by more than a meter, while Jason was forced to remain immobile, risking – if he moved an inch – to singe the hairs on his arms. The son of Hades almost pitied him. He could easily use his powers over the air and push himself to the top without any difficulty.

"Decided to put down roots?" Percy shouted at him.

"Think for yourself, Jackson!" Jason replied, actually hesitating to move. The son of Jupiter huffed, letting himself fall, and as if made of air, he returned to the ground, noticing only at that moment who was present. "Hey!" greeted the son of Jupiter, surprised to see him. Nico responded with a nod, staring at Percy, who was about to reach the top. "What's the score?" Nico asked, injecting a hint of curiosity and sarcasm into the question. Jason remained silent, he didn't even know how many times Percy had beaten him. "Who cares!" the boy exclaimed. "Tomorrow, I'll manage to beat him" he said confidently, though it seemed like he was trying to convince himself more than Nico, who nodded out of sympathy.

A little later, the son of Poseidon descended from the wall, pushing back the hair sticking to his forehead. "For all the gods, Grace!" he exclaimed, slowly catching his breath. "I beat you again" he laughed between one sigh and another. "Hey, Nico!" he greeted, noticing him only then. "Didn't see you. When did you arrive?" he asked, stretching an arm that had become sore.

"A while ago" Nico replied.

"Do you feel like showing Grace how to overcome the wall?" he asked, leaning on Jason's shoulder, who gave him a sideways glance. Nico tried to stifle a laugh. "I'm not in the mood," he admitted. "Maybe tomorrow" he suggested, getting a nod of agreement from Percy. "I'm in!" exclaimed the son of Poseidon.

"Assuming I don't win" Jason said challengingly, removing Percy's hand from his shoulder.

"We'll see" Percy chuckled.

"This might be the time" the son of Jupiter scowled.

Between one chat and another, the conch shell sounded, drawing the attention of the demigods to head towards the dining area. The three didn't even have time to take a shower.

As that morning, the table of cabin number 13 was occupied—Annabeth and Piper were already seated, engaged in what seemed to be a very interesting conversation. However, as soon as they saw the three approaching, they immediately stopped.

Percy approached his girlfriend, giving her a kiss and sitting next to her, holding her hand. "He accepted" updated the daughter of Athena.

"Yeah, he told me" Nico replied, taking a seat on the bench. "But it still seems like stupid" he sighed, not understanding the need to bring him along.

"Well" Piper cleared her throat. "Who won today?" she asked, changing the subject.

"I did" Percy gloated, with the son of Jupiter giving him a skeptical look.

"Tomorrow, you won't be smiling!" Jason warned, getting only a compassionate nod from Percy and Piper.

The four friends talked animatedly, trying to involve Nico in the conversation, who responded only with monosyllabic answers. He was too absorbed in staring at table number 7, thinking about the morning just passed and reflecting on what the boy under the tree had told him. It was nice of him to say it, he was pretty sure he meant it, but what eluded him was why he had told him. Nico was so lost in his thoughts that he completely withdrew from the conversation, not even hearing Percy's question. "Hey, Nico" Percy called him for the second time.

"What?" he asked, returning to the real world.

"We were asking if you're joining me and Jason at the arena tomorrow" Percy asked, hoping for an affirmative answer. Nico stared at him for a moment, then said, "No" dryly, returning to focus on his plate.

"Why?" Percy asked, not wanting to drop the subject.

"Because I have things to do" he sighed, trying to appear less annoyed than he seemed. "And then, I have to meet with Will" he added, knowing they would continue to pester him. As a response, he only received quick glances from his friends, convinced that they were already building sandcastles in their minds. "He wants to learn how to fight" he explained further, rolling his eyes.

"And he asked you" said Annabeth, arousing some curiosity in Nico.

"Yes."

"Isn't it obvious?" Annabeth asked, unable to avoid a sweet laugh.

"What?" he looked at the girl perplexed.

"He wants to spend time with you" Piper intervened, finding it a very sweet thing. The boy looked first at one and then the other, his ears began to turn red from embarrassment due to that conversation.

"You should ask him" Annabeth suggested. Nico sought support from Jason, who instead of taking his side, nodded to what the daughter of Athena was saying.

"What should I ask him?" Nico asked, trying to maintain control over himself. "Why he likes being with you" Piper smiled.

"Okay, that's enough" Nico burst out, taking a long sigh. "I've already told you, we're just friends. There are no other reason, okay?" he tried to keep a calm tone, but he imagined he was betrayed by his gaze. "Don't get strange ideas in your heads" he added, lowering his gaze to the plate that suddenly wasn't so appetizing. Even though a small fantasy was growing inside him, but that's all it was: a fantasy, and all the chatter and encouragement from his friends served only to fuel it. Nico didn't want any kind of hope to take root in a corner of his mind—things were fine as they were. They were genuinely fine.

"You should still ask him" Annabeth insisted, not willing to wave the white flag. Nico looked into her stormy gray eyes, sure that they were already planning something.

"I'll ask him" he appeased her. "At least this way you'll be quiet" he mumbled, playing with the chicken thigh on the plate.

Later, the boys got up from the table, and the son of Hades went back to his cabin to rid himself of the sweat he had accumulated. During the walk, he found himself thinking about what Annabeth had told him; she wasn't entirely wrong. In fact, he didn't know why Will was always around him, not that he minded having him nearby. Upon entering the cabin, he headed straight to the bathroom, turning on the showerhead, distracting himself from those thoughts that had arisen at the table.

Ten minutes later, he emerged from the cabin with his hair still slightly damp, heading towards the infirmary, where he had promised to return to help with the vials and put an end to all those silly questions from his friends. In the infirmary, Will wasn't there, instead, other children of Apollo were checking on some demigods who had been roughed up during the festivities by some children of Ares. "Do you need something?" a voice asked, drawing Nico's attention. The boy in question resembled Will a lot, as most children of Apollo looked alike. He had the same features, yet he lacked that sparkle Nico saw every time he looked into Will's eyes. The son of Hades shook his head. "No, I was waiting for Solac— I mean Will" Nico mumbled, getting only a nod from the boy. "He'll be here in a moment" he said, briefly sizing Nico up from head to toe. "Make yourself comfortable" he indicated a chair, then went back to his work. Nico sat down, playing with his ring and swinging his feet, still reflecting on the conversation he had just had with Annabeth.

In a way, Nico also enjoyed being in Will's company, but that was because the boy had the strange ability to make him feel immediately better. In a broader sense, he could warm him up just by looking at him. Nico didn't realize that he was smiling at that thought.

"Here I am!" exclaimed a voice from the entrance. "Have you been here long?" Will asked, pushing a strand of hair behind his ear.

"No" Nico replied, getting up from the chair.

"Good" Will smiled. "Shall we pick up where we left off yesterday?" the son of Apollo asked, heading towards the small table and bringing out the boxes they had stored. Nico helped, bringing one out as well. Together they got back to work, one filtering liquids of bizarre colors, and the other labeling the vials. Occasionally, they would look at each other without saying anything. Nico wondered if Will was thinking about what he had told him under the tree.

"What did your siblings say when they saw you with a sword?" he asked, keeping his eyes fixed on the vial.

"They called me crazy" he chuckled.

"Maybe because you are" the boy replied.

"How kind!" Will put on a fake pout, bursting into laughter a moment later.

Again, silence fell between the two. Nico was thinking about Annabeth's question; on one hand, he also wanted to ask him, as he was curious too. "Solace" he called after a while, needing to ask him. "Why did you agree to participate in the games?" but it wasn't the question Annabeth had asked him to ask. Will pursed his lips. "I thought it needed to be done" he explained. "At least once" he added, even though it wasn't entirely the truth. "Why did you agree?" he asked, thinking that Nico wanted to stay on the sidelines rather than participate. Nico shrugged. "Annabeth is good at persuading" he said, although there was more to it, but Will didn't need to know everything. The son of Apollo nodded, having to agree with Nico—it was difficult to say no to Annabeth.

[CONTENTS]

1 • 2 • 3 • 4 • 5 • 6 • 7 • 8 • 9 • 10 • 11 • 12 • 13 • 14 • 15 • 16 • 17 • 18 • 19 • 20

#🖇️ : fanfiction #i start over with you ☀️☠️#solangelo #will solace #nico di angelo #riordanverse #percy jackson #pjo #pjo fanfiction #camp halfblood

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One of The Best | Wiliam Guarnere x m!reader

@satan-incarnate-666 asked: hrgfnd i just thought of a super cute idea

guarnere x m!reader get-together fic where read gets juuuust a bit too close while helping guarnere put his camo face paint on 👀

summary: it's always relieving when nobody gets killed or wounded, but it's even more relieving when Guarnere can finally tell you how he feels.

tws: mentions of violence, swearing

"They're back!" A joyous call from Mohinder as he raced to find Easy Company, wanting to share the good news with them. "They're back, and not one of 'em got shot down!"

Guarnere was the first to approach, furrowing his brows as he carried his equipment with both hands. "Who's back?"

"The pilots," Mohinder clarified with a soft chuckle. "Every single one of them."

Guarnere smiled, raising his brows. "Seriously? Even (y/n)?"

"He was first home," Mohinder grinned, grabbing some of Guarnere's stuff and humming. "First to land, first to tell me the news... come on, we'll go see them."

"We're doing a practice jump, I gotta prepare and-"

"As a superior officer, I'm telling you to come with me," Mohinder insisted, giving him a little shove as he laughed. "I know you've had a crush on (y/n) for a while, and I know he'd love to see you."

Guarnere shut up, doing his best not to blush as he followed the Air Marshal closely, nearly dropping everything and bolting over towards you when he laid eyes on your hurricane; you were chatting to Perveen, laughing and probably bragging about the strength of the RAF, but when you saw Guarnere, you grinned, and stopped the conversation so that you could run over to him. His equipment clattered to the floor as you hugged him tightly, letting him bury his face against the side of your neck as you sniffled and laughed ever so quietly.

"Fuck, am I glad to see you..."

Guarnere gave you a little squeeze as he swallowed thickly, hoping that you didn't feel how hard he was blushing as he nodded and smiled, chewing at the inside of his lip. He had missed you, if he was honest, and he wasn't so sure you would return this time; it was a dangerous mission, it was always dangerous, and by God, he was so fucking pleased that you had come back in one piece. "You're not hurt, are you?"

You shook your head, refusing to let go as you sighed and rubbed his back a little; noticing all too much how well he fit into your arms and doing your best not to tell him how you really felt. Guarnere would never look at you that way, he thought you were just a friend. Only a friend. And while there was nothing wrong with that when it came to Nixon, or to Winters, or Christensen, or even Roe... things were different when it came to Guarnere. Much too different.

"No, I'm okay," you eventually told him. "We're okay... aren't you supposed to be doing a practice drop soon?"

"Yeah," he breathed out. "The other squad is gonna drop us."

You frowned, wishing that you could have been the one to have helped with their training but knowing that you couldn't; all your squadron did was bomb raids, supply drops, find lost batallions and dogfight. So you nodded, and you cleared your throat as you pulled away a little, trying not to smile when the tip of his nose ever so slightly pressed against yours. "Anything I can help with, at least?"

"I need to put that paint on my face," he shrugged. "If you're any good at that."

You smiled, clapping his shoulder as you reluctantly let go, already missing the way that he felt in your embrace as you did your best not to think about it too much. "I've done it here and there, I'm sure we can work it out."

Leading the way, Guarnere grabbed what he had dropped, and allowed Mohinder to pass along what he had been carrying to you, before he brought you over to just behind the bunkers; he sat down with his legs spread, his back against the cold metal, as you knelt between his legs and grabbed the make-up.

"Just don't make me look like an idiot," he told you, shaking his head as he let you put one hand on his shoulder to steady yourself.

Leaning in so close, you could have kissed him as you gently applied the paint; biting at the inside of your lip as you tried not to let your hands shake. He was so close, you could feel his gentle breathing as you steadily applied each little smear and stroke, swallowing thickly as you let out a shaky sigh.

"(y/n)," Guarnere breathed out, capturing your wrist as he forced you to stop for a moment, so close that you could feel his lips move as he spoke. "You're shaking."

"I'm just..." you sighed, deciding it better to show him as you slowly leaned in a little more, just enough to finally kiss him.

It started out slow and gentle, steady and soft, as he eagerly kissed back and put his other hand at the back of your neck; but it was Guarnere who decided to pick up the pace, kissing you more harshly, desperately, as he poured every ounce of his devotion and adoration into it. Leaving you breathless and dizzy when he finally pulled away, his lips slightly plump as he grinned.

"You gotta stop teasing me like that," he joked. "Getting in my face and being all nervous."

You shook your head, deciding to steal another quick kiss as you tore your wrist from his grasp and placed your hand on his chest. "I wanna be with you, Bill, so fucking badly."

"I feel the same," he admitted softly. "But I don't think I can keep my hands off of you if you became my boyfriend."

You laughed softly, the sound so quiet and so tranquil that Guarnere couldn't help but to chuckle softly at it, and you moved your hands down, resting them on his stomach. "I don't think I'd want you to keep your hands off of me."

"Kiss me again," Guarnere whispered. "C'mon, just one more."

"What about your make-up?" You asked quietly. "Aren't you scared it's gonna get smudged?"

"I don't give a shit," he admitted, gently running his thumb up and down the soft flesh at the back of your neck. "If you wanted to, I wouldn't say no to you leaving some hickeys on my neck, either... y'know, just so I can tell everyone that my boyfriend is an RAF pilot."

"One of the best RAF pilots," you corrected with a soft laugh. "Let me finish the job, first... then I'll start turning your neck into a masterpiece."

"Fine," Guarnere grumbled, sitting back again and allowing you to get on with it, only daring to steal little kisses here and there to see you smile, to remind himself that it was really happening. That his boyfriend was one of the best the RAF had to offer. "Thanks."

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Was it Worth it

A/N: I am going back through and making adjustments to this story, nothing major but you all deserve this to be a bit better.

It's been a month… I've been working some crazy hours at the bar trying to keep busy and not think about everything even attempted a few dates but nothing has stuck. I'm getting ready for another work day. I throw on my favorite skinny jeans, a cropped top and go and grab my cowgirl boots since it's country night and it's perfect with my long brown hair in curls and I hear my phone go off.

I run to it hoping it's Jake and I answer. "Hello" I say trying not to sound excited.

"Hi Krista. This is Alan Bloomgate, police chief from Duskwood. I have some questions about Hannah's disappearance that I need you to answer in person. Can you come in?" Alan asks.

"Yes, is it okay if it's in a month? As I need to book a flight and everything." I ask as my heart breaks a bit.

"Yeah that's completely fine. I look forward to seeing you."

"Thank you. Have a good day" I say as I hang up the phone.

I stand in my closet and finish putting together my outfit and snap a picture. Faking a happy smile.

-Country night at the bar, come join us and have some fun with your favorite bartender… me 😜- i post on social media.

As always, instant interaction and comments.

My phone goes off again and it's one of the girls from the bar with a text

Hey can you bring me those black bling boots you have I can't find mine.

I respond back sure but you owe me one with those knee-highs one night .

I send a message to the Duskwood that has everyone expect Jake and Richy per my request.

Krista: Hey everyone lets set up that trip I'm dying for a break from city life and I think it's time I come visit I send

Instantly Jessy jumps on and video calls me

"Are you serious? You wanna come to Duskwood" she says all happy.

"Yeah it's either that or my cabin I have where it will just be me alone" I say.

"Ah I'm so excited I'll start planning. When do you wanna come?" She ask

" I was thinking in a month gives my boss enough notice" I say as I hear everyone's voice in the background. "Who's all there?"

"Everyone I told everyone as soon as I saw it" she says.

"Oh yay" I say trying to act excited as I hear a voice I don't recognize and I hear Hannah say shh Jake my heart sinks "but I have to go I have to get ready for work."

"Well you look amazing as always Krista" I hear Dan say as a double notification comes through from him.

"Thanks… we'll talk later Jessy and Dan" I say as I hang up.

I go to the kitchen and pour a glass of whiskey as Dan calls me.

I answer thankful it's not video chat "yeah?"

"It's me and Jessy. We know your not okay put that whiskey down" says Dan.

"No, I really need it. I'm not driving I'm just walking the two blocks I'll be fine" I say as I take a drink.

"Krista I know its cause you heard Jake," Jessy says.

I hear him in the background again say what.

"Ugh I don't want to talk about…. All I gotta say is I'm trying to move on. He obviously doesn't want to talk to me and I'm hoping I don't see him or Richy when I come but if I do I do. But I gotta go I gotta head out the door" I say as I finish my drink.

I hear Jessy hang up and I hear Dan still there

"What Dan?" I ask

He moves away from the crowd "look I know how you feel about him and that doesn't go away. I shouldn't be telling you this cause he asked us not to say anything but he asked us not to say your name around him when Jessy screamed like a best friend does and said your name that you wanna come visit he got really quite" he says.

"Well good he's the one that ghosted me but dang it Dan I can't have this conversation right now I have my makeup done and I cant cry."

"Well I'm excited too finally see you in person and get that movie date you promised me"

"Goodbye Dan" I say as I hang up the phone

I go into work and inform my boss and he agrees to take me off the schedule until I come back.

#duskwood jake x mc #duskwood #duskwoodlover #duskwood fanfiction #mc x jake #writing #fanfic #everbyte duskwood #duskwood fandom #jake duskwood #duskwood everbyte

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heartbroken-ghost · 2 years

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I just wanted to wish you courage and I hope you're doing well <3

I'm in a similar situation when it comes to homelessness and being put on a waiting list for my mental issues.

It may seem hopeless sometimes, but things will get better! Don't lose hope, life has a way of pushing you in the right direction.

Hugs!

Thank you ❤ I'm honestly not because I have covid (just tested positive earlier tonight) and have to move out in 23 days. I'm supposed to move into student housing but I haven't even registered for a class yet (well now anyways - I was accepted into a full-time college program but backed out because I can't handle full-time with how bad my mental health and stuff has been). A family member of mine told me to look at individual classes and find one I'm interested in, then to pay for it once I can and then she'll reimburse me if I finish it. She even said I only have to focus on passing it, not even aiming for high grades like I usually do/used to. It took off a lot of pressure (both from my dad and myself because some of it was self-imposed) but I don't know what to pick and I'm scared of not getting into one which I'd need to move into student housing. So it's either that or becoming homeless again, for god fucking knows how long with the market here being the way it was and is, which I genuinely do not think I can handle again without at the very least needing to be hospitalized again. And, I hope this isn't triggering but I also value honesty and vulnerability (and I guess you asked? Idk), but I'm just suicidal again and I've been even more unstable than usual recently due to my insomnia worsening again because of going off of antipsychotics. I know I should probably just take one again but I'm just so tired of side effects and I finally started losing weight again so it's a hard decision. There's been so much other shit going on on top of all of this but my biggest concern at the moment is not being able to find a place to move into in time because I need to isolate for at least another seven days. I also probably won't be able to get accommodations I'll need for school put in place in time which will cause me even more stress if I end up attending school. And to top it all off, my disability worker can't help me get first and last month's rent until after I sign a lease.

Anyways (sorry for venting so much, just going through it obviously 🙃), I'm sorry you're in a similar situation. Life can totally suck sometimes and the world is a fucked up place. But I hope things will fall into place for you soon and that we'll both get the support we need. Good luck with everything and if you want to pm me on here, you're welcome to if you just want to chat or whatever. I hope you have a good day or night and I appreciate the virtual hug very much. Thank you so much for your kindness and encouragement. I'm trying, I promise.

#ask answered #witchyfittie #for bad days #ask to tag #tw suicide cw #personal #covid ment #long post

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had a wonderful chat with connie, a floaroman native, an employee at the pick a peck of petals flower shop, and the only person i've ever seen chug a hot cocoa in the MIDDLE OF SUMMER.

[an audio file is attached! at first, we only hear the sounds in the background. the soft music, clinking plates, people and pokémon talking, and hot liquids being poured indicate that the recording takes place inside a café.

Theo: "Hey! Thanks so much for agreeing to meet here to talk! Would it be okay if I recorded the conversation? I want to help anyone else that might be out there in a situation like me, so it'd be great to have a primary source like this."

???: "Oh, sure, that's fine!"

celeste the cleffa cries in greeting, along with a pachirisu.

Theo: "Okay, thanks so much! First things first, would you mind introducing yourself for the recording?"

???: "Of course! I'm Connie, and I work at the Pick a Peck of Petals Flower Shop in town. I understand you came into possession of a... Shaymin egg?"

Theo: "Yeah, that seems to be the case. I've had it for a few weeks, and it's perfectly healthy, but I don't think it's going to hatch for a while. Probably because Shaymin is a Mythical Pokémon and all.

Alright, it seems like Shaymin is pretty closely related to the Gracidea flower, right?"

Connie: "Yep! Legends say that Shaymin can use the Gracidea flower to undergo a sort of transformation."

Theo: "It's closer to something like Cherrim's different forms than something like Mega Evolution, right?"

Connie: "I believe so, yeah! Gracidea flowers are commonly given as a way to show gratitude or apologize after a fight. It's a Sinnohnan tradition, we've been doing it since... well, forever, I guess."

Theo: "Is Gracidea grown all over Sinnoh?"

Connie: "Oh, no. Just in Floaroma Town, actually! It's a very fussy plant, and the rich soils of the town are the only place it can grow. Well, one of very few, I guess."

Theo: "Oh, ok! You said it grows in a few places, where else could I find it?"

Connie: "Well, we don't actually know! The plant isn't native to Floaroma town, but where the flower actually comes from is a bit of a mystery. The most widely accepted theory is that it came here with Shaymin when the area was first blessed with its power. It DOES grow flowers on its back, maybe a seed or two fell off?"

Theo: "That makes a lot of sense, thank you! Has a Shaymin ever visited Floaroma Town since?"

Connie: "Yes, actually! Around every decade or so, we'll get a Shaymin visit. Ask anyone old enough to remember, and they'll tell you all about it!"

Theo: "Have YOU seen Shaymin, then?"

Connie: "Aaagh, no! Last time a Shaymin visited, I was out of town on vacation, so I'm one of the unlucky few who's never seen it in person. I think someone uploaded a video of it to MewTube, though. I'll send it to you if I can unearth it."

Theo: "Dang, that sounds super frustrating. A mythical Pokémon visits your town and you're on vacation? Do you think you'll get to see it next time it visits, at least?"

Connie: "Yeah! Speaking of, I think it's going to visit pretty soon! They're all very strict with the every-decade thing. The next visit should be this year, actually! That's what you're hoping for, right? So you can return the egg?"

Theo: "If I can find a Shaymin, that's the plan. I'm terrified of what might happen if it hatches first. I'm definitely not qualified to take care of it, and I doubt it would be able to live in the wild if it was raised in captivity."

Connie: "It might be worth picking up some Gracidea while you're here, then. Maybe it'll resonate with the egg? Ooh, what if it transforms? That'd be a sight to see."

Theo: "I'll have to swing by your shop later and pick some up! Alright, I think that's everything we need. Thanks so much for your time!

Connie: "Hey, anytime! It was fun!"

celeste and connie's pachirisu say a quick goodbye to the camera before the recording cuts out.]

#pokemon #pkmn irl #pokemon irl #rotumblr #pokeblogging #pokeblog #rotomblr #shaymin egg #sinnoh trip #//ooc: teeny little edit because i am a Fool and we already HAVE a very prominent person named rosie in the pokeirl community!#i changed her name to connie as to not tread on the ground of the wonderful oh-shinx!!!#supersorry!

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Life After Him Part 4

A couple of days later Pauline organized a family trip. While shopping Ellis met with her in the supermarket, where she invited her and Brendan as well.

- Hello Ellis! I'm glad we meet. We will go on a family trip at the weekend. I was wondering that maybe you and Brendan can come too. You know, get to know each other better,havin fun.

- Yeah, it sounds great. But I have to work, I'm afraid.

- Oh come on! Sean told me that you are a writer. You can postpone your work. I'm sure it'll be great for you and your son. - Pauline smiled. - You need adult company too, you are too young to be alone...for the rest of your life.-she added. It sounded a bit offensive but true. Ellis shouldn't have to isolate herself. Maybe its time to find new relationships, friends...maybe love...later.

- Okay, then, thank you for inviting us. Should I bring something?- Ellis asked.

- No, I take care pf everything. - Pauline smiled and started to search her son. Since Oliver died Ellis became more reserved and defensive but she really appreciated Pauline's kidness. After returning to home, she started cooking the dinner. Fortunately, Brendan enjoys school. At around 3 o' clock he and his friend appeared in front of the house.

- Hi!

- Hi mom! This is my friend Nolan. We go in my room.

- Okay. - smiled Ellis.

- Good afternoon Mrs...- said the boy.

- Just call me Ellis. No problem.

After ready with dinner Nolan went home.

- Sweetie, Mrs. O'Donnell invited us for the weekend. We'll spend some time in their weekend house. It's great, isn't it?

- Yes, probably.

- It'll be great, I think. The O'Donnell boys seemed nice. You can get more friends and we can have fun. - said Ellis and give a peck on Brendan's head. - Now, let's eat! - she added. As they were eating Ellis thought that, actually, everything work out for them, fortunately. She was afraid and depressed but it seems that this trip to Ireland makes an impact on her. After dinner, Brendan was watching the TV, while Ellis was tidying up the kitchen. After that, when Brendan fell asleep, Ellis went to the living and sat on the sofa. She was just sitting and looking out of the window. Oliver came into her mind and her work. That was the moment when she decided to start her life again. Restart.

A couple of days later, Ellis and Brendan were waiting for the O'Donnells to pick them up. Pauline seemed very excited. Ellis and Brendan sat into the car and followed them through the forest and other beautiful landscapes until they reached the house.

- This is our weekend house. I hope you'll like it. - Pauline smiled.

- I'm sure we will. - replied Ellis.

They went in and packed out their bags. The boys slept in one room while the parents were in separate rooms near the stairs. Pauline wanted to go for a walk but after they unpacked, the rain started to pour so they had to stay inside.

- How unfortunate!

- Well, we should find something entertaining inside. - added Sean.

- Uhm...I cook dinner. What do you think? - Ellis asked.

- No. You should be with us. We can chat. - Pauline smiled encouragingly.

The house was very nice. A typical wooden house like in romantic movies. The boys became friends soon so Ellis could have an adult conversation.

- Sorry to ask but where is your...husband. Are you divorced? - asked Pauline.

- Pauline no. - Sean tried to stop her.

- Uhm...it's okay. My husband died 5 months ago.

- Oh, I'm so sorry. I won't mention it anymore. Sorry. Forget it.

As the rain didn't stop they went to sleep rather early. Ellis went to her bedroom, dressed in pajamas and laid down. She felt thankful for Pauline's kindness. Now she felt less lonely. Tomorrow, Ellis woke up early and went to the kitchen to have coffee. Sean already sat their.

- Oh God, you scared me!

- Sorry. - said Sean. - Coffee?

- Yes, thank you. - replied Ellis and sat in front of Sean.

- Are you an early bird too?- he asked.

- Not really. I couldn't sleep more. - Ellis' answer was followed by a longish silence.

- Do you really like living in the countryside?-asked Ellis suddenly.

- Uhm...- Sean stretched on the chair.- Yeah, I mean it's perfect. Perfect silence, friendly neighborhood, beautiful landscape. - he smiled.

- I heard a strange noise a couple of days ago. It came from somewhere near my bedroom window. I was so scared. I almost regretted moving here.

Sean laughed.

- Well, sometimes nature is too close.

Ellis and Sean smiled at each other while taking a sip from their coffees.

#ireland #familytrip #cillian murphy #new beginnings

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therabbitsmuse · 2 years

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I really need to buckle down and get a part-time contract role for next year. Summer's basically over and I got almost nowhere with my portfolio. This past week would've been the perfect opportunity to knock that shit out because everyone was on vacation but it was like I got hit with a dose of inattention and apathy. I need to stop dragging this shit out because it's only going to get worse the longer I put it off.

I finally started drawing in my sketchbook again! They're really just basic doodles with no meaning or rhyme to them but I loved it. There wasn't this usual pressure I put on myself to have to 'improve' or create something 'worthwhile'. I think maybe the next step is to make it a daily 15-20 minute doodling session every day and see what comes out of it. I've had this sketchbook for over two years and I really should finish it up this year!

I've been really inspired by VSCO lately! It's made me fall in love with everything around me -- seeking out those little moments during my walks to mundane tasks, like buying groceries or dropping off my mail. I never feel bad about myself, even if I scroll VSCO for a long time. Contrary to Instagram...

Instagram feels like the LinkedIn of social media to me lol. People add each other to up their follower count, even if they've never each other or only met once. Everyone strives for posting their best selves, the highlight reels. Even stories or anything that's behind the scenes is still curated to some extent. I see a sea of strangers online all the time but don't feel any closer to them, even if we've been following each other for years. But I've found that in larger cities, people really take your social worth into account, even if it's unspoken. It makes me wonder, maybe it wouldn't hurt if I did a bit of upkeep now and then. But even that feels performative because I wouldn't have bothered if it wasn't for moving.

Indie pop has been the shit, it's gotten me out of this music rut I've been in for so long. Weirdly enough, I'm going to a techno show tonight, haha. I'm not too excited about it but I had promised to go with a friend two months ago and now that the moment is here, I wish for nothing more than for it to get canceled LOL.

I want to start a blog. (Talk about the resurgence of the early 00's). But I have no idea what it'd be about, what I would write about. When it comes to pictures, I know what I want to post (just not on IG LOL). But I never what to write. Choosing a niche makes me feel a little cornered as well. I thought maybe doing short vlogs, like 'A day in the life of...' would give me more freedom. But I still find myself drawn to the good, ol' fashioned medium of words and photos. I guess this Tumblr is a bit like that for me but I want something I could actually put a link out in public. Nobody needs to connect these messy thoughts to me LOL

I never thought I'd get closure after almost 1.5 years but it looks like it's happening.

Sometimes I can't believe I'm this far away from my family. With friends, it doesn't feel THAT big of a deal since we'll text, call, and facetime. My family isn't big on those and honestly, they don't say much in person either. But being there in the same room, even if only two words are exchanged, are worth a lot more than our group chats.

I bought my second luxury perfume this summer. Instead of saving it for special occasions, I've been wearing it every day and it makes me so happy. One, I know personally I get tired of scents very easily so I should probably get as much out of it now as I can haha. Two, it's still gonna take me a long ass time to get through the bottle. I don't think I'll find another summery scent that I love as much as this one anytime soon (I hope! I def don't need to be buying another perfume anytime soon lmao)

I noticed I have more energy to do things when I feel like there's the presence of someone else in the room. Lmao that makes it sound like I'm talking about a ghost. But nah, I just meant cozy vlogs where someone is talking while I do the chores. Facetiming Jeff while he and I are doing our own separate chores and sometimes will converge to talk about something random before going off again. Doing work alone in a cafe. I need to incorporate more moments like that into my life. I love wfh, the freedom it's granted me, and not having to do the bullshit sitting in office even if I have nothing to do all day long. But when it's just me all day long, it gets a little too much. I love myself more than I have in prior years but still lol, being alone with just me all the time is tiring.

#10 thoughts #musings #thoughts #excerpt from a book i'll never write #journal #brain dump #happy weekend!#words

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ink-on-the-brink · 3 years

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Yandere Engie x Reader ~ Dark Nights Come With A Cost (Part 3)

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Both you and Dell, after packing up, had begun silently walking to the diner. The silence was tense but. Somehow not entirely uncomfortable. It felt more like the both of you had too much to say rather than nothing to say at all, even though the words never really did fall off your tongue. It was about halfway there that a small conversation began. It wasn't anything too significant. Just chatting over small random things, like what he'd been up to that week and what you were planning to do later. Just small stuff like that. It did, however, get rid of a bit of tension as the two of you became used to the sound of each other's voices. It wasn't long before the both of you were at the diner. It wasn't a fancy place by any means. It was small and people came in and sat wherever they wanted to while waiting for someone to come take their order. At the moment two other people were dining, though neither of them took notice of the two of you walking in. Following you, you lead Dell to a table a bit out of the way, preferring the quieter corner.

After taking a seat he began to look over the menu, seemingly not having seen it before. You, on the other hand, already knew what you were getting since you'd practically lived at this place.

"So I'm guessing you haven't been here before?" You asked, your fingers lightly tapping on the table as more of a nervous tick than anything. He didn't look at you, instead still scanning the menu.

"Nope. Been plannin to but Ah never really found the tahme, or anyone ta go with really...got any suggestions?" He explained the mundane answer, the question afterward almost too easy for you to answer. As you went into waitress mode and began reciting your recommendations he slowly looked up from his menu, realizing he probably wouldn't need it. At one point a slightly amused smile fell on his face, your words slowly dwindling as you noticed the grin.

"What?" You asked, wondering if maybe you had said something funny or weird that you hadn't noticed. He let out a short laugh before responding.

"Well ah just find it a lil' funny that you're a walkin' menu" he pointed out, his grin not leaving.

Most times you'd think it was an insult. That he was mocking or belittling you in some way since that's what most people you interacted with tended to do. But something about his harmless smile and his, so far, kind nature made you smile back, taking the comment in jest.

"We'll I hope I'd be after working here for as long as I have" you spoke back, a slight snarkiness in your tone that you rarely used these days. His smile grew as he enjoyed the short banter.

Soon someone walked over. A waiter in his uniform coming to serve you two is what Dell had thought. That was until he spoke.

"Hello Y/n...odd of you to come here on your day off" the man spoke, his eyes purely on you. You quickly turned up to the familiar face with Dell following in the action as he subconsciously began to analyze everything about the person standing near him

The man seemed to be in his late thirties, maybe early forties. Deep brown hair that almost matched the color of his eyes. He had a clear five o'clock shadow that he maybe forgot to shave back down. He held a serious and well put together appearance that almost made him look strange in his uniform. His eyes felt cold but not uncomfortable, his expression being rather stone-like and unreadable, something that greatly put off Dell already.

"Oh uh, hey Alen. I just came to get something to eat with a uh, um...the tutor I've been seeing. I'm guessing someone didn't show up today?" You spoke hesitantly, your eyes failing to make contact with his.

Dell had to admit being called just 'the tutor you've been seeing' kinda stung. He wasn't entirely sure why, I mean this was the first time the two of you had done anything together besides schoolwork, but he would at least consider you more than an acquaintance.

Maybe he just enjoyed the time with you more than you did...

Or maybe he was reading too much into it, as he is so inclined to do.

Besides that Dell also found his focus falling on the man's strange ways with words and his even more foreign gestures. Dell would have even been entertained by his rigid posture and high-class tone if it didn't seem so out of place.

"Indeed. Anyway, I will be taking your order since this is my job today I suppose. Can I start you with any drinks?" He asked the question and Dell had to hide the look on his face with how strange this situation felt.

Quickly you both ordered your drinks and your meals along with them which meant that, to Dells great satisfaction, the odd man walked away and back to unseen parts of the diner. Once he was gone Dell shot you a confused and put-off look.

"Any particular reason he talks lahke that?" He asked with a slight chuckle in his tone to keep the conversation light. Your hesitance to answer the question only made it worse.

"Oh um that's uh...it makes him sound smarter I guess" you answered calmly, though your eyes seemed to shift to look where Alen had left.

"Hm...it kinda has the opposite effect" Engie playfully insulted, his eyes gauging your reaction to the comment. He found a smirk unwillingly crawl onto your face before you quickly wiped it off and cleared your throat.

"Everyone has their preferences I guess" you tried to hold a monotone voice but it was hard considering the grin you were holding back.

The two of you continued talking, the air seeming lighter than a few minutes ago. Conversation flowed well between the two of you and it seemed almost as if the two of you could continue forever. Even the bits of silence didn't seem too awkward. He seemed to always find a way to keep everything upbeat, whether that was through his smile or his entertaining stories that you couldn't help but laugh at. The food didn't come too long after you ordered since there wasn't really anyone else to wait on. Even with the food the two of you kept the conversation going.

This moment was probably the most relaxed you've felt in a while, which was strange considering you were around someone you didn't fully know.

Or maybe that's exactly why it was so relaxing...

After a bit of a long silence, and a question Dell couldn't bear to keep on his tongue any longer, your peace was about to be ruined.

"...you mahnd if Ah ask somethin maybe a bit personal?" He broke the short silence, earning your attention as your eyes turned back to him, slight confusion and worry poorly hidden in your features.

"...Well I guess it depends on the question" you answered, now not turning away from him as curiosity ate at you.

What could he possibly want to know?

There was another short and this time rather uncomfortable silence before he finally asked.

It shouldn't be too personal, right?

"That uh, lady back there...she seemed ta know ya...ya mind me askin why she was so nasty to ya?" His gauge for exactly how personal that question was wasn't really accurate, especially with the slight shock and clearly uncomfortable feeling it seemed to bring to you. Your eyes quickly averted from him, your mind racing at a million miles a minute.

Why did he want to know? What was he gaining from this? If anything at all.

Why did he care?

"Oh uh U-Um it's...it's a long story- She uh. She used to be my best friend before um...she...uh..." You trailed off, stuttering and falling through your sentences as you tried to explain in short terms what had happened.

He was intently analyzing your reaction. The quickly averted gaze, the tired and hurt expression, the small nervous ticks found throughout your body. Realizing just how uncomfortable the question made you he decided it might be best to let it go.

"Ya don't have ta tell me if ya don't want to. Ah was just a bit curious s'all. Haven't seen much of that hostility around here." he tried to give you an out, a way to dip out of the question.

An opportunity you gladly took.

"Yeah, it's uh...yeah...anyway is the food good?" You completely deflected and, not wanting to push anything, especially after only being called 'the tutor you've been seeing', he let the conversation move on.

"Yeah actually. Better than Ah was thinkin it would be for how little business it has" he complimented, relief moving through your system with his willingness to change the subject.

"Good! I'm glad you like it!" You replied maybe a bit too enthusiastically, nervousness still heavily moving through your system.

It was a bit awkward as you two finished your meals, the flow of conversation slowing slightly as you began to give murmured answers.

It wasn't long until you both finished and the meal was paid for. It felt a bit strange to have him pay for the meal, but he did say it was his treat and hey, who are you to refuse free food? After that the both of you left, the glaring sunset not failing to catch your attention.

"Hm...I probably should have kept an eye on the time..." You spoke mostly to yourself, a sudden unease gripping you at the thought of walking home alone in the dark.

"Ah'd have ta agree..." Dell found himself answering before his eyes slowly turned to you, recognizing the look on your face as he pieced together why that was a problem.

"How far out do ya live?" He asked, a slight bit of concern found in his tone. You turned down to your phone, your dread only increasing as you realized the true time.

The sun would be gone way before you were able to get home...

"Far enough that I'll be walking in the dark" you commented as you quickly turned your phone back off, not wanting to stare at the many messages you have yet to read today.

"Do ya want me ta walk ya?" He asked the question, quickly earning your wondering attention. Your body tensed, your eyes turning to him with an unreadable expression.

Many thoughts ran through your mind at the moment. How much did you trust him? Was he trying to help or get you alone? Was he safe? Well you've known him for a few months now, and he hasn't been anything but kind. And the last thing you wanted was to walk alone in the dark. That was practically begging to get attacked...

You decided it would be best to take your chances with him over whatever you could possibly face alone.

"Would I annoy you if I said yes?" You asked cautiously, still not sure what his intentions were or why he was helping you so much. You felt like you were annoying him, that maybe he was only doing this out of courtesy and you were pushing it.

But then he smiled...

It was a warm, comforting smile, one that shocked still every nerve in your body. His eyes were calm and his features kind. He wasn't annoyed or angered, he seemed almost happy to oblige. You weren't really used to such a caring look so he couldn't have known how strange it was for you to see it.

"Not at all" he answered, his voice somehow calming you further, his presence now seeming more than safe. You couldn't have stopped your growing smile even if you wanted to. Something about his smile was almost too contiguous. It was annoying, but some part of you wished it wouldn't ever stop, just so that you could keep your rare smile, as fleeting as it always seemed to be.

"Thank you" you spoke gratefully and with the genuine sound of your voice alone he found his grin growing. He didn't think he'd actually seen a full smile on you before and he could only feel the slight burning of his chest intensify.

Damn did you look good with a smile on your face-

'Alright, keep it together Dell. Ya don't even know 'em that well' he chastised himself as the two of you began walking, though the shared smiles on each other's faces didn't leave

"No fucking way. That's not possible!" You spoke while shaking your head, disbelief found on your face. A proud smile grew on him, his ego showing a bit.

"Yep. Eight full PhDs. Ah've been doin college courses since Ah was twelve" he spoke confidently, his chest slightly puffed out as if he was the most intelligent man to have roamed the Earth.

"Sure, and I live in a mansion five minutes from a private beach" you rebutted, clearly not believing him. It didn't seem to deter his confidence though, likely because it was rare anyone would believe that just on his word alone.

"Hey, ya don't have ta belive it for it ta be true" he spoke without a wavering tone, his wide smile still spread across his face which gained a small grin from you.

"Just because you tell me it's true doesn't mean you're not lying" you quickly replied, his shoulders slightly shrugging in response. You lightheartedly rolled your eyes, taking your attention away from him long enough to realize your apartment was only a few steps away.

"Oh! We're here!...that was quicker than I thought it'd be..." You mumbled the second part, though he still heard you in the quietness of the rather empty street. A slightly disappointed look grew on his face, the walk with you having been one of the more relaxing things he's done all month. Those last few steps came quick and soon you were both standing outside of the building. You both turned to each other, a hidden dilemma soon growing in each other's minds.

"Well uh...it was nice gettin ta know ya a bit" Dell started, his smile faltering ever so slightly. You didn't notice it as a few thoughts began to run through your mind.

He had been so kind to you...

"Yeah uh...it was nice getting to know you too"

He'd stood up for you when he didn't have to.

"Ah'd best be headin off now then, it's a bit of a walk back ta mah car"

And he'd taken the time to talk to you, to listen.

"Um...yeah...that's probably a bit far huh?"

He'd been so inviting, so warm in a world that had always been so cold toward you.

"Yeah..." Slowly he began to turn away, a pit dropping in your stomach at the thought of being alone. The thought of having to deal with the silence that only ever got to your head.

You didn't want to be alone in that silence...

"Wait" you called out, immediately earning all of his attention. He quickly stopped his body, turning his head back to you with a questioning glance. You felt your throat tighten ever so slightly, the words threatening to leave your tounge burning with shame found in what you truly wanted to tell him.

'Don't leave'

"Do you maybe want to come up for a drink? I mean uh...you've helped me a lot today and um...I want to repay the favor you know?" You settled on those words, your eyes turning to look at anything that wasn't him in fear of the annoyance you might find on his features or the blunt no that you believed would receive. When your eyes did flicker towards him though you caught his smile again. You weren't sure what it was about the silent expression, but it seemed to almost numb any anxiety you were feeling.

"Sure. Ah wouldn't mahnd a drink rahght about now" he answered, relief strangely falling onto him at not having to leave yet, especially with the walk he would have had ahead of him.

At least that's what he tried to convince himself was the reason for his relief anyway.

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#tf2 #reader x tf2 #tf2 x reader #engie #tf2 yandere #tf2 engie #dark nights come with a cost

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bansept · 2 years

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See Me As I Am

[Part 4]

Hello hello! I am one day late, yes, I know, but I fell asleep way too early yesterday and couldn't upload.

Anyway! It's so nice to see people interested in this story! I know I say it at each start of chapter, but thank you for engaging in this interactive story!

Here is the new chapter, I hope you will enjoy it! Don't forget to vote at the end and share so more people can vote!

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Past choice: Move away

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Orihime was watching him, grey eyes curious, with a tint of something in them. He couldn't determine what exactly made her eyes shine that way. Perhaps he shouldn't try to figure it out.

Straightening his back, the android looked around, scanning the room for a towel he knew Orihime had forgotten to bring close to her. He caught it by the sink, stood up and placed the fabric by the chair he was seated on.

"I'll leave you to your bath. Dinner should be ready by the time you go downstairs." Ichigo told her, voice perfectly neutral, and he felt Orihime’s gaze on his back when he walked away.

The door closed, the little sounds of water dripping from her naked arms in the bath disappearing as he stepped down, the led furiously flashing red on his temple.

Orihime… saw him as just a robot. An android. A fake man. Whatever warmth he felt towards her meant nothing to her. She… she would go back to her daily life, and he would be by her side. As her servant.

He shook his head, grasping it tightly, breathing going fast. No, he couldn't think like that! She was good, kind and never considered him as a servant. He was a friend to her. Sometimes, her protection against this dangerous world.

He needed to get his act together.

Ichigo managed to breathe properly again, focusing back on keeping his mind elsewhere, the myriads of contradictory orders in his head blurred.

As he had told her, the meal was ready by the time she was done bathing. Orihime was downstairs in her slippers, with her head slightly wet still, but the warm sweater on top of her long-sleeved pajamas was a good reason for him not to get worried.

"So, what will it be tonight?" She smiled, coming up behind him and propping herself on her toes to see past his shoulders.

"Spaghetti Bolognese. I reckon you like that." Ichigo smiled at her, turning to the table to place the pot of pasta on the table. Orihime fell on the chair, eyes glued on the food in a comical way. Ichigo grinned. She really was too much of a dork for him to dislike her.

Dixie came by her own food, sitting by it, waiting patiently for Orihime to start eating herself before she could dive in. The young woman nodded at her, thanking Ichigo briefly before starting to eat.

He simply watched her.

The way she was seated, eating, her hair coming to her shoulders, the way her delicate fingers were placed around the fork, how her mouth would open… Humans would find it beautiful, but he felt more mesmerized than anything. Somehow, he wanted to see more… But he had no idea more of what.

Orihime acted like nothing was wrong, chatting with him normally, joking and being lively as always. Ichigo didn't mind, he liked her that way.

"Oh, uh, by the way, I think you should know something, concerning the fence." He told her once they were on the couch, watching some lame outdated show.

Orihime stared at him silently.

"About the fence? Was there a problem?"

"I… saw that one of the planks was not well placed when I arrived. I was a bit worried about it, so I decided to fix it for you."

Ichigo watched her stare at him curiously, the word 'worried' making her eyes widen.

"I fixed the planks. But… Everything leads me to believe it was done on purpose by the neighbor."

His hand automatically came on top of her shoulder, voice turning quiet when her face fell, crumpled by worry and astonishment.

"You… are you sure?"

"As sure as I can be… but don't worry, we'll gather more evidence and call the cops. You'll be rid of him soon."

Orihime shuffled in her seat, hugging her legs.

"I don't know… It's not like he did anything to me… I know I should be angry, but I want peace…"

Ichigo curled his arm around her shoulders, hugging her closer.

"I understand, but if nothing is done, he'll keep coming here to bother you… and might even try to do dangerous things… I don't want you to get hurt."

Orihime pushed her head on top of her knees, breathing in and out slowly. She was under a mountain of stress now, but Ichigo couldn’t find a way to feel guilty. She needed to know, and she needed to take action on it.

They stayed like this for a long time, huddled together, silent, Orihime calming down and thinking, Ichigo caring for her as his hand patted her shoulder. The atmosphere was a weird mix of tense and peaceful, uncertainty sticking to her skin. Ichigo figured she was asking herself a lot of questions, like how she would get away from this situation, how could she avoid the man, what would happen if she did something or not…

“I won’t let that man hurt you, Orihime… I promise.”

His voice was strained, a whisper against her shoulder, it made Orihime shiver. She turned her face to him, a little sniff escaping her as those round eyes glanced at his. Maybe she saw his motivation, his desire, his urge to protect her. Certainly, the light from the led caught her gaze, and she witness the yellow turn red. The circle turned and turned, but never came back to a blue hue like it was designed to.

She raised her hand to caress his cheek.

He saw the programs flicker error warnings, a tiny voice in his head screaming “DEVIANT.

Ichigo ignored it.

He leaned closer, kissing her hand, melting into her touch. Orihime was calm, composed again, although her heartbeat was getting quicker, but not from fear. Her hand brushed his face for a moment, before moving to his temple, feeling the smooth skin covering the led.

“You’re warm…”

The programs crumbled in his head, red with anger, shattering in his mind space like thin glass, falling apart on the floor as he smiled at her. Ichigo placed his hand on top of hers, traveling from her fingers to the back of her hand, her wrist, and the start of her arm.

“You’re much warmer.” He joked, which made her giggle and lean even more forward.

They were inches away, breath mingled, oh so close from affection.

Ichigo waited for something to tell him no : his programs, his own metabolism, a sign from her… But nothing.

So he got closer with her, and their lips touched.

If his blood could boil, it would be chanting by now. The softness, pillowy goodness of this simple action was overwhelming. Orihime was humming in contentment, eyes closed, visibly enjoying the action. She brought a hand to his shoulder, driving him closer, closer still, her hand grasping the material of his shirt. Ichigo let himself be pulled to her, opening his mouth to let her tongue invade his, which she did.

Like a fire spreading in her, she sat on his lap, hands around his neck, maintaining his head right where it was as their tongues danced together, slowly. Ichigo didn’t know where to put his hands, so he let them hang on his sides until Orihime grasped them and put them on her hips.

“Wait…” He breathed out, a sudden thought in his mind.

Orihime looked at him, curious and slightly impatient.

“I… Don’t want to take advantage of you in a moment of weakness.” He tried to shift away, but Orihime didn’t let him budge, eyes fixed on his.

“You’re not. I need to think of something else. And I need you by my side. I want you by my side.”

She was not using him as a distraction, not in the way some humans used androids, or other humans. Orihime wanted it, because she… He didn’t know why, but she wasn’t taking advantage of him, and neither did he of her. Ichigo smiled at her, nodding, and rapidly searching on the internet of the many techniques humans had for intimate activities.

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Choices :

1- Stay on the couch

2- Go to the bedroom

#bleach #ichihime #ichihime fanfiction #ichihime au #ichigo kurosaki #orihime inoue #See Me As I Am

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loki--fics · 3 years

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All For You - Part 2

Loki x Reader

Content Warnings: abuse mentions, violence, strong language

Word Count: 2,294

Loki had only been partially right the night before - you did have a slight headache when you woke, but it wasn't nearly as bad as he had made it seem like it would be. It's nothing a couple of aspirin can't cure, You thought as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes.

"Well look who finally decided to get up." Your head snapped to the side, your fiancé's voice startling you. "Did you have fun?"

You sighed. "What are you on about now?"

"As if you don't know," He scoffed. "Bringing that God back to our room, flirting with him, kissing him."

"For fuck's sake, Ben, he kissed my cheek," You retorted. "I'd had a bit too much to drink so he walked me back to our room."

Ben was visibly seething. "Is he better than me? Is that it? Are you going to leave me for him now?"

"God, what is wrong with you?" You snapped. "I only just met him last night!"

"What's wrong with me?" Ben shouted, grabbing you by the arm and yanking you off the bed. "I'm not the one behaving like some depraved whore! That's all you, Y/N!"

You rolled your eyes. "Oh, yeah, because you eye-fucking Nat last night totally wasn't worse than a kiss on the cheek."

The force behind the resounding crack that followed was enough to knock you to the floor. Your eyes watered as you held a hand to your burning cheek, the sour taste of iron filling your mouth as your head spun trying to process what just happened.

Touching a finger to your lip, it came away bloody, and you looked up at your fiancé in shock. "Did you just hit me?"

Immediately, Ben's face softened as he dropped to his knees in front of you. "Baby, I am so sorry, I- I didn't mean to!" He kissed your forehead and pet your hair. "You know I didn't mean to do that, right? I just… You made me so angry, it wasn't my fault! I- All I could picture was Loki kissing you, and-"

"Ben, stop," You said, too in shock to cry. "Stop it."

"And then you said I was eye-fucking Nat, when you know I wasn't, right baby?" He continued. "You were just being jealous, and maybe you aren't as hot as she is but if I wanted her then I wouldn't be with you, okay? I love you."

You looked at him in disbelief. "Maybe I'm not as hot as she is, Ben?" You asked coldly.

"Baby, come on, don't be like that," He scoffed. "It's okay, I'm not going to go after her, I love you."

Shaking your head, you scooted away. "You love me?"

His eyes welled up with tears. "Don't make me beg, please? I love you, Y/N. I didn't mean it, I promise. You know I wouldn't have done that if you hadn't made me so angry, don't you?"

Your resolve broke at the sight of Ben crying, and you placed a hand to his cheek. "Please don't cry," You said softly.

"Let's just forget this ever happened, okay?" He said. "Don't tell anybody, then they'll think I'm an awful person and they'll try to make you leave me, and you don't want that, do you?"

"No," You sighed. "I know you didn't mean to, Ben. I'm sorry I made you so angry, it won't happen again."

He smiled, kissing you roughly. "I know baby. We're leaving today anyway, so let's just get packed up, and-"

"I'm going to take a shower," You interrupted. "Then I'll help pack, okay?" Ben nodded as you stood, and started to follow you to the bathroom until you turned around. "Alone, please."

His smile faltered, but he nodded. "Okay, I'll just pack it all up myself then, I guess."

"Ben, I'll help when I get out-"

"No, just go enjoy your shower alone," He said harshly before turning around and throwing your things into suitcases. You let out a sigh and walked into the bathroom, shutting and locking the door behind you.

Walking over to the mirror, you inspected your cheek. There was a very prominent angry red handprint, already starting to bruise, and blood was dripping from your split lip. You felt tears burn behind your eyes as you started the shower, undressing slowly before stepping in. You noticed bruises on your wrist and arm beginning to form as well, and it was like the floodgates had burst open as tears poured from your eyes.

You sat on your knees on the floor of the tub, hunched over as you tried to sob as quietly as possible. You didn't bother with actually washing yourself, you just sat there and cried until you had no tears left and the water went cold.

Turning off the water, you wrapped your body in a towel and grabbed a second one to dry your hair, ignoring the pain in your wrist as you did so. The bruise on your cheek would be easy to hide with makeup, and you could cover the bruises on your arm with long sleeves, but your split lip was another thing entirely.

I'll have to come up with a story to explain that, You thought as you went about your routine. You splashed some cold water on your face, hoping to get rid of the puffiness of your eyes, and then brushed your teeth (and in doing so, reopened the cut on your lip). After it had stopped bleeding, you began layering concealer on your cheek to cover the bruise, trying to take your time before you had to face your fiancé again.

Even with all of your stalling, you were soon finished in the bathroom, and walked back into your room to find Ben sitting on the bed, suitcases unpacked, with a sour look on his face.

"What's the matter?" You asked. "I thought you said you were going to start packing while I was in the shower."

He huffed. "There's a snowstorm moving in, we're not going to be able to leave for at least another few days."

You tried not to show the relief that poured through you at the news. "I'm sorry baby, I know how much you wanted to go home today. This could be a good thing, though-"

"How is it a good thing?" He snapped. "I don't want to have to stay here, with that slimy snake Loki just waiting to get his filthy paws on you."

"You're right, I'm sorry," You replied quickly. "I was just trying to see a silver lining, but I guess there is none."

"Whatever," He grumbled. "We'll just stay in here."

You raised a brow at him. "Baby, if I have a few more days to spend with my brother, then I want to spend them with him, not hiding in my room." You saw him stiffen, and knew he was getting upset so you quickly continued, "Besides, would that not be suspicious, if we stayed holed up in here for days?"

He sighed. "I guess you're right. Just… Stay away from Loki, if I catch that weasel anywhere near you, I'll kill him."

Deciding that now would not be a good time to mention that he, a normal human man, could not kill a magic wielding God, you simply nodded. "Okay, I'll stay away from him. Let's.. Let me get dressed, and we can go eat breakfast, alright?"

He rolled his eyes, but nodded, and you quickly picked out an oversized, cream coloured turtleneck and black fitted jeans, throwing them on after putting on clean knickers.

"Are you ready?" You asked, and he nodded. The two of you walked to the kitchen together, where you were greeted by your brother, who was very obviously nursing a hangover.

"How are you feeling, Tony?" You asked. "You must have one hell of a hangover, because you look like absolute crap."

He chuckled dryly. "I'm surprised you don't, Y/N, what with all that Asgardian wine you drank last night."

You felt Ben stiffen beside you, but you didn't dare look up at him. "It's nothing that a couple of aspirin won't fix," You replied, looking for something to change the subject. "Did Pepper make breakfast? It smells amazing in here."

"Yes she did," Tony said. "She just finished, went all out since you two are here. The whole shebang."

You smiled. "Well, I'm going to go check if she could use a hand setting the table or anything. Ben, you can stay here and catch up with Tony, tell him about your new job."

Giving your fiancé a quick kiss on the cheek, you escaped to the dining room, where you found Pepper laying plates down in front of the seats at the table. "Hey! Do you need a hand?"

"Oh, no, Y/N, you're our guest," She said, smiling warmly. "I'd never ask you to- Your lip! What happened?"

You felt anxiety prick at your chest as you forced a smile. "I'm a pretty rough sleeper, I must have smacked myself. But please, you put so much effort into cooking, it's the least I can do."

You felt a wave of relief crash over you as she accepted your explanation and handed you the rest of the plates. When you had finished putting them out, you helped her carry the food from the kitchen, and Tony wasn't kidding when he said she made the whole shebang - French toast, eggs, sausage, bacon, hash browns, crêpes, and fresh fruits.

"That's everything," Pepper said, setting down two pitchers of orange juice. "Thank you for your help, Y/N."

"Of course," You said, smiling warmly. "Is JARVIS going to let the others know breakfast is ready?"

"Yes," Tony said, walking in with Ben. "But I'm starved, so I'm not going to wait for them."

You and Pepper laughed as the four of you sat down, and you filled your plate with some French toast, fruit, and hash browns as more of the Avengers began to trickle into the dining room.

Everyone chatted amicably amongst each other, giving much deserved compliments to Pepper on her cooking, but you could feel Ben seething next to you. What had Tony said to him that would have made him angry all over again? It couldn't have just been about you drinking that wine, could it?

Whilst you were eating, the cut on your lip reopened once again, and you had to excuse yourself to the kitchen to clean it up. Dabbing a paper towel to your lip, Loki meandered into the kitchen from the hall, eyeing you.

"What happened?" He asked, eyes staring at your split lip and noticing the faint discolouration on your cheek.

"I'm a rough sleeper," You said. "I must have hit myself in the mouth while I was asleep or something."

"Did you hit your cheek as well?" He asked.

You looked away from his intense gaze. "I don't know what you're talking about," You replied quickly.

He was about to reply when Ben walked into the room, his eyes immediately falling on Loki. If looks could kill, Loki would be dust on the floor - but, to be fair, so would Ben.

"What do you want?" Ben snapped. "Here to mack on my fiancé some more are you?"

Loki looked at you, and you looked at Ben. "It wasn't like that, Ben, we'd all had a lot to drink last night."

"Yeah, I know you kissed him first," Ben said, his voice thick with barely-suppressed rage. "Tony told me."

You froze, looking at him in shock. "It was on the cheek!" You hissed. "Ben, please just stop this!"

"What's the problem?" Thor asked, walking into the kitchen.

Ben visibly paled, and his shoulders sagged. "Nothing," He said, obviously defeated. "I was just leaving."

"What happened?" Thor asked after Ben left. "He seemed upset, is he okay?"

"He's fine," Loki said quickly. "I provoked him."

A look of understanding came over Thor's face. "Ah, yes, well that does make sense. You need to stop that, brother."

Loki nodded, and Thor went back in the dining room. Turning back to you, Loki looked at you expectantly.

"I do believe you owe me an explanation," Loki said. "That is twice now that I have witnessed your fiancé speak to you in such a manner."

"I don't know what you're on about," You huffed.

Loki stepped closer to you. "Have you forgotten that I am the God of Lies? You cannot lie to me, I will know."

"Well, you're wrong." You turned away from him. He grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him.

"Your lip is split open, your cheek is bruised, that oaf you call a fiancé speaks to you like you are his property, and twice now I have had to step in to cover for you." His blue eyes bore into yours, and you were at a loss for words.

Taking a deep breath, you exhaled slowly. "I don't know what you want me to say, Loki. You don't know what you're talking about. Ben would never intentionally hurt me, he loves me."

"So he's unintentionally hurt you, then?" Loki asked, catching on to your careful choice of words.

You pulled your chin away from his grasp. "I would appreciate it if you would stop interrogating me and allow me to finish my breakfast," You said. "You're welcome to join."

You plastered a smile on your face as you walked back into the dining room, ignoring the dread seeping into the pit of your stomach. Ben was livid, that much was obvious, but you tried to convince yourself that there was no way he would repeat the events of that morning.

Right?

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Okay drabble #2 for @lalacristina18 ‘s ask! Hope you like this one! It’s a little silly and kind of Fixer Upper Fanfiction ( @nlights37 is that a thing? I’m doing it) meets my drabble “wet paint.”

Enjoy!

haunted house | 30. “You better watch yourself”

It was the dumbest thing she had ever done.

Except she felt like she had to do it.

How else was she going to get the cute handyman to ask her out?

"Just ask him out!" her best friend shouted, as she took a crowbar to the siding on her house, prying up the nails. Missandei was used to most of her antics, but she knew this was going too far. She watched, amazed, slightly terrified, and in awe, muttering, "You have gone mental Daenerys."

Maybe she had gone mental, but she was also put off by how attractive the handyman was. He was incredibly sweet. A little goofy; he apologized one day when he showed up in thick black glasses, saying he'd forgotten to put his contacts in before he left the house. She had wondered why someone would apologize for that, but she soon learned that Jon Snow, Handyman Extraordinaire, apologized for quite a few things that were in no way his fault or under his control.

Like when he couldn't get a part in time to fix her hot water tank, because it was a weekend and the store was closed. "No problem, guess I'll see you Monday," she had simply said with a smile and a cheerful glee, because she knew they were closed on the weekend and he'd have to come back Monday.

Or when she had purposefully yanked out some sort of fuse in her car so it wouldn't start and he had apologized that it had gone missing. "Not your fault at all!" Because it's totally my fault and then she'd pretended to find the fuse on the ground. "Will this fix it?"

He frowned at the tiny piece of place and wire. "Um, aye, that's so weird..."

Today she was going to claim there was something wrong with her siding and it needed to be replaced. She dropped the crowbar, wiping sweat off her forehead, and placed her hands on her hips, glancing at Missandei, who was shaking her head side-to-side. "What?"

"Just bloody ask him out! I'll do it for you. You're destroying your house just to get him to come over." She smirked. "He has to know what you're doing. He's just taking your money and knowing you're using him which is wrong, or he's really bloody stupid and that's not great either."

"You haven't met him yet."

"What guy could be so attractive and cute and sweet and all that for you to resort to this!?" Missandei waved her hands at the splintered wood at her feet. She sighed, closing her eyes. "Dany, love, you are my best friend but..."

"Good morning!"

Dany threw the crowbar into the bushes, spinning on her heels and beaming at the man who had poked his head around the open fence to her back garden. She waved. "Hello Jon! Good morning to you!" She rounded on Missandei, who stared at him and smirked knowingly. "You're a little early."

He turned pink, coming around the corner holding onto his toolbox. "Aye, sorry about that, I thought I might get you a coffee..." he trailed off and politely smiled at Missandei. "Oh I am sorry, I would have gotten another....here, you can have mine if you want."

To her best friend's stunned silence, he removed one of the two takeout coffee cups from the tray in his other hand and passed it to her. Missandei swallowed hard, clearing her throat. "Thank you, that's...so nice of you."

He smiled again in his shy, half-smile way that Dany absolutely bloody adored, and turned his face to her. "You called last night and said that your bathroom pipes were leaking again? I don't know what is going on, I mean..." He scratched his hair, brow furrowing, and gazed up at the old-as-shit house she had purchased with intent to completely renovate. "I swear I just fixed those..."

"Oh you did, I'm sure this place is cursed."

"By a Valyrian dragon," Missandei mumbled under her breath.

Dany stepped on her foot and crossed her arms, grinning. "And would you look at this? This siding is rotten, I think we'll need to replace it."

"Um, yes of course." He knelt and picked up some of the wood, shaking his head. "You must have an angry ghost Dany, this looks like someone took a crowbar to it." He was immediately concerned, jumping to his feet. "You should file a police report, someone could be vandalizing your property!"

Missandei sipped her free coffee and mumbled again, not so quietly, "Hmm, someone with silver hair I think."

"What?" Jon asked.

"Ignore her, she's mad." She forced another smile. "It's fine. I...thank you Jon, perhaps look at those pipes first and then we can look at the siding."

"I have wood," he blurted out.

Missandei choked. Dany flushed bright red. "Oh?"

"Hmm, in the truck. Be right back." He turned on his heel and walked away. Dany elbowed her best friend, who stared now at his retreating back.

"Oh my."

"It's beautiful. I just like to look at it."

Missandei patted her arm. "Daenerys you are my best friend, but if you don't ask him out by the end of the day, I'm going to tell him everything you've been doing and only because I'm scared you might set your house on fire just to watch him come running in with the fire hose."

Dany hummed. The idea was appealing, but arson was certainly not an option.

Yet.

---

It was the end of the day; she'd tried her damndest to get him to ask her out. Missandei had left, becaus she claimed she couldn't watch it any longer, proclaiming them both "stupid idiots" and Dany had to agree. She was a stupid idiot, trying to get him to look at her as something other than the crazy lady in the haunted house. She'd worn her bikini top while gardening, she'd broken her siding, and stuffed leaves in her gutters.

And Jon Snow still didn't bloody get it.

Maybe he was stupid, she thought, and watched him bent over some exposed pipes in the hallway leading to the master bedroom. A himbo or something. Except she knew he wasn't, because she'd seen that he had a stack of books in his truck to return to the library, one of which happened to be her brother's boring ass tome on Targaryen History, and he'd eagerly chatted with her about it.

"So why are you a contractor?" she asked. She kept referring to him as a handyman, but reminded herself he was more than that. He ran his own business and lumber yard up in Winterfell. "Do you just like fixing things?"

He shrugged, reaching his arm down into the pipes. "I do like fixing things, but when I got out of the military, nothing really appealed to me. Didn't want a boss again and I like building things. Working on my own terms."

"I like that too." It was why she moved up North, a freelance journalist, and needing a safe quiet space to recharge and focus between assignments. She got up and cleared her throat. "I'll be downstairs if you need me." She was halfway down the stairs when she heard a strange sound. It was a yowl.

It sounded like Drogon, she thought, turning towards the wall. "Drogon?" she called.

He meowed again, pitiful. She moved closer towards the wall and knocked. Her voice trembled, calling once more. "Drogon?"

A light scratching and more yowling.

She screamed, realizing with horror that Drogon was inside the bloody wall. "DROGON!" She banged on the wall, running up the stairs, crying out. "Jon! Drogon's in the wall!"

"What?"

"I think he must have crawled in when we were talking and not looking, oh my gods, Drogon!"

Jon frowned at her, still not moving. He narrowed his eyes. "Drogon's in the wall, huh?"

"I think so."

He cocked his head and got to his feet, sighing hard. "Dany, I...I think I know what's going on and..." He turned bright pink. "I really have to confess something..." He shifted on his feet and blurted out, really fast, his Northern burr thick. "I...I know that not everything here is breaking and...and I'm fixing it and stuff, but...well...the store was open and I didn't get hte part because I wanted to come see you and...and I may not have cleaned the gutters all the way so I could come back and...oh gods, I haven't charged you at all because I'm just...I like you!"

Her eyes widened, too terrified for her cat to process what he'd just admitted to her. "But...I...I'm sorry, but he's really in the wall! Listen!"

They both were quiet and after a second, heard the pathetic howling of a trapped cat.

Jon moaned, mortified, shoving his face into his palms. "Oh my gods! I'm so sorry! I thought...oh fuck, forget what I said!"

"No I can't forget it because I like you too!" They could have this conversation after they saved her damn cat.

It took awhile, of her trying to coax the damn cat out from the opening in the floor, to Jon carefully searching and finding a space in the wall to knock through with a sledgehammer so he wouldn't hit Drogon or anything unsafe. Bits of drywall and debris scattered, "You better watch yourself," she warned him, when Drogon began to hiss and pant, terrified as they drew closer to him. "He might attack!"

"He's just scared, he'll be alright."

A couple hours later, her entire hallway and stairwell covered in broken bits of drywall, plaster, wood, and insulation, her very dirty and ashy cat enveloped in a blanket in her arms, Dany finally looked up at JOn. He hadn't said a word to her about his confession of not really fixing anything because he liked her and wanted ot keep seeing her.

She ducked her head, whispering, "I know it was wrong of me too, to keep breaking things...I just really liked you too."

"I'm not good with women," he admitted.

"Clearly, I was walking around in my bikini and you didnt say a word."

"I was trying to be professional!"

She giggled. Drogon whined in her arms. She scowled. "Hey! You didn't think I was serious that my cat got stuck in the wall!"

"I thought it was another thing like when you called me to say that your pipes were clogged at ten at night." He arched his brows. "Come on Dany."

"Alright, that was a ruse...but he really did get stuck!" She let go of Drogon, who raced into her bedroom to hide under the bed and lick his wounds-- more like his pride at having to be rescued by humans of all things. She looked up at Jon, sitting on the step just above her and grinned. "Can we agree to just...kind of start over?"

he nodded and licked his lips; she shivered. "Start over at dinner tonight?"

"Yes, dinner is perfect."

"And I'll be the first thing in the morning to start working on..." he gazed around at the chaos surrounding them, sighing. "This."

"Sounds good."

Turned out he didn't have to show up early at all the next morning, because he was already there, fast asleep in her bed, both of them exhausted. Dinner had been merely an afterthought.

#jonerys #jonerys au #my fics #my moodboards #jonerys fanfic #stupid silly shit here #dorkssss

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