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romanarose · 10 months

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Honest Mistake (Cowritten with @missdictatorme)

Santiago "Pope" Garcia X Fem!Reader

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Birthday fic for me and Dolli! Her's was the 18th, mine is the 20th (TOMORROW AT LEAST IN THE US!!!) so we whipped this bad boy up together! It was a lot of fun, we worked well together and have similar humors. I think some parts you'll be able to tell who wrote what, but others it could honestly be either. I hope you enjoy, bc I think this is pretty stellar!

Fluff

5k words

Summary: Santi goes into a panic one morning when he realizes it's your birthday, the first since you and him got together at Will's engagement party... and he forgot. In a hurry, he calls on his team to pull off a special day in order to make it seem as if he this all planned out ahead of time.

Warnings: some smut (fingering, oral), uuuhhh that's it? Content warning implied/referenced Nicolas Cage.

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“God baby, you just woke up this soaked?”

“It’s doesn’t help you’ve been grinding your morning wood into my ass the last hour.”

Santi had his finger down your Star Wars pj pants as the two of you laid in bed on this sleepy sunday morning, Santiago spooning you. Santi loved how you looked like this. Don’t get him wrong, he loved how you looked in business casual for work, he loved how you looked when he took you out on a fancy date and you got all dressed up, but something about this drove him crazy. Maybe it’s because only he got to see you like this, or maybe it’s because he got to see this so often instead of the one night stands he was used to. There was something so fucking intimate about it.

And it just turned him on like crazy.

“Not my fault you look this goddamn good”

“I literally have drool dried to my cheeks right n- oh” There it was. Santi curled his fingers and hit that perfect spot inside your gushing core.

“Only way I can get you to shut the fuck up, huh? Make you moan like a little whore?”

“Hmmmm I think you should be just a little bit nicer to me considering it’s my birthday.”

It took all his will power for Santi to not stop finger fucking you right then and there, his face hidden behind you hiding the horror at himself. BIRTHDAY?!?! It can’t be your birthday. That was tomorrow, wasn’t it? No, no it was a Sunday… next Sunday? No, next Sunday was Will’s wedding- oh fuck it’s your birthday.

“Sure is, hermosa” Santi mumbled into your neck. “And I have a great day planned for you, starting with…” Flinging the blankets off the bed, Santi scrambled his way down your body, sliding off the pants and diving in, large nose and all, into your cunt. Santi put every goddamn ounce of energy he had into making you scream, licking and sucking away, only breaking away to nibble on your thighs for a breath while he finger fucked you, never once letting up on the sensations he was giving.

“Fuck! Fucking hell Santiago, what’s- uuugghh, fuck, what’s gotten into you today?”

“Just trying to give my girl the best birthday ever!” He said, perhaps too enthusiastically. Only Ben get’s that fucking excited. Still you didn’t seem to find it odd because you were moaning his name as you came on his face, Santi lapping up every drop until he drew a second, smaller orgasm out of you. “Just lay here, princesa.” Still in a panic (and fucking hard, on top of it all) Santi went and drew you a bath. The perfect excuse to leave you alone with a towel, face mask, candle, and music going so you didn’t have to hear him hyperventilating.

How could he do this? How could he forget your birthday, his perfect fucking girlfriend who remembers every date from his birthday, to Frankie’s daughter Yasmine’s recitals to the anniversary of Tom’s death. And he couldn’t remember this? It’s a week on the dot before Will and Lana’s wedding, how could he forget! Between the wedding, the bachelor party, groomsmen duties and not to mention last month he signed Yaz up for a soccer camp which meant committing to picking her up from daycare for a few hours every day for the last week and of course he had to take her out for McDonalds after like the good uncle he was… you had just gotten lost in the flood.

This would not stand. He’d give you the best birthday he could pull together last minute or so help him god! He just needs a few reinforcements.

Benny’s Boys 😎

Pope: I fucked up.

Ironhead: You forgot her birthday, didn’t you.

🐟: How the fuck do you remember, Will

No Call Sign: Will drinks respect women juice for breakfast

Ironhead: It’s a week before my wedding. How did you forget?

Pope: I don’t know! But I need your help to fix this!

No Call Sign: Have you tried eating her out? That usually fixes things when May is mad

Ironhead: Jesus Christ Benjamin. Have some class.

Ironhead: Have you, though?

Pope: GUYS

Pope: Also, yes.

🐟: What do you need, Pope.

After a four way call on the balcony and planning that rivaled what it took to almost pull off Colombia (Why does Will have a white board and a corkboard with pictures of them all, you, Yazmine, Lana and red strig just ready to go?), a preliminary plan was made. Santi would start by taking you to brunch where Will would just have enough time to bring over a bouquet of flowers and put their names in for a table without being seen. Meanwhile, Frankie and Yaz were going to be working on a cake and Benny called up everyone you both knew (why does he have everyone’s numbers?). Lana was their man on the ground, updating the boards in an organized fashion she knew Will loved and keeping everyone on track. One task each would not be enough to get this done, they’d have to hussle the whole day to pull off what the 4 men had planned in an effort to make it seem like Santi scheduled this out ahead of time.

When Santi finished the calls and the grand plan was made, he walked back to the bedroom, just in time to see the bathroom door open. He quickly dove onto the bed, landing on top of the covers and he propped himself up on one elbow, acting relaxed.

"Enjoyed your bath, mi vida?"

You lifted an amused eyebrow, seeing that he bounced a little on the mattress and looked a bit out of breath, but you nodded.

"Yes, baby, it was perfect, thank you." - you blew him a kiss and walked to your closet to dress up.

He had a big house, much bigger and much nicer than your flat, but last night was spent at yours. When you two first dated, Santi set the rules by saying that he wants to keep things slow and casual (like with all of the women he had in the past, he loved fucking them, he respected them, but he wasn't the type to spend most of his free time with them).

You agreed, not wanting to complicate things. The sex was great and he was fun to hang out with, and because of that you didn't want to rush things in case you get bored with each other too soon.

This plan flew right out the window when both of you spent your nights in separate beds, thinking about the other, missing the other.

The next time you had sex, Santi pulled you closer when you wanted to get up, get dressed and leave, asking you to stay the night, kissing your neck. You melted in his arms and cuddled close to him, and after having the best sleep of your life next to each other, it was almost impossible for both of you to let go of the other from then on.

Santi was surprised you and him were still together. Not because you two together weren't perfect. He just… never met someone who made him feel this… happy. Now he felt even worse for forgetting your birthday.

He watched you dress up with a soft smile, loving the way your body looked. When you were done he got up too, lifted your face up with one of his fingers and kissed your lips sweetly.

"How about I'll take you to that restaurant you eye fuck everytime we pass it? For brunch?"

Your eyes widened. That restaurant was… expensive.

You opened your mouth to protest and Santi smiled wider, putting his forefinger against your lips.

"Not that you get any say in the matter, I'm gonna spoil my perfect little princess on her birthday and you can't do anything to stop me."

You mock pouted and bit his finger making him laugh, then you hugged his neck and kissed his lips.

"Okay, Mr. Kidnapper, I sure as hell don't wanna go to that restaurant I've been dying to try since I first saw it. And just for your information, I'm gonna be all grumpy and shit the whole time while we're there!" - you said as you turned to walk out the door and Santi's heart fluttered at seeing the excited bounce in your steps as he followed you.

You kissed his cheek when he opened the car door for you, making him grin widely; you were so sweet, so good to him. Just when you were driving near Santi’s house to get to the resteraunt, you spotted a car similar to Benny's as it turned in the street.

"Isn't that Be…?"

"So are you excited to try this restaurant?" - Santi asked all too eagerly.

"I think that was Be…"

"You must be so curious what I brought for you as a present, carino. I can't wait to give it to you."

You frowned a little then started talking about the reviews you read on the restaurant and started listing him the stuff you'd be happy to get as a present.

When you were looking out the window while you were rambling on and on, Santi quickly reached for his phone and started a voice recording. He sent it to William so he'll know what to buy.

As Santi took you into the restaurant, he got nervous since it was packed. How was he supposed to make it look like he had made a reservation? “Sit here, amor.” Santi directed you to an open chair and went to talk to a host. As he walked away, he heard you call his name, and when he turned around, he saw you in your pretty white dress making a heart with your hands. Santi made his best attempt at a heart back (it looked terrible.) and went on. You were so perfect, so pretty… how was he supposed to give you the day you deserved?

“Hi, uuhhhhhh call ahead for Santiago Garcia? Or maybe it’s under William-”

“Yes! Mr. Garcia! Your friend put your name in. Luckily we just had a bunch of tables get up, so as soon as they get bussed off, we’ll seat you. Maybe 10-15 minutes?”

Santi breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank you, that’s perfect.” He turned to go back to you when he realized a weak link in this plan. The hostess. This was not a military operation and he couldn’t ‘take care of it’ the way they used to… lucky for the hostess. “Hey uh… can you maybe not mention my friend to my girlfriend? Or that this was a call ahead instead of a reservation?”

She smiled knowingly. “Of course, Mr. Garcia.”

When he got back to you, he told you the wait time. “Sorry baby, they said they had some tables stay longer than expected.”

“Oh that’s okay!” You assured. You used to work in a restaurant and know how it goes. When the hostess came to seat you, she made sure to tell Santi his “reservation” was ready.

Brunch was… expensive. But it didn’t matter, you were worth it, and you smiled so brightly at every bite and every sip, he wanted to take you here more just to see you so happy. Just when he thought Will couldn’t swing the flowers, the hostess brought up a bouquet and Santi watched in delight as you beam at him.

Next on the agenda was a picnic. Driving home, Santi prayed for the first time in half a decade that the Millers had gotten their next part done. Ben came over to start decorating and prepping the picnic basket. Will had to bring the physical basket and blanket… and glasses that aren't plastic.

“BEEEEEEEENNNNNNNNN”

“Relax!” The younger man shouted back as Santi entered the apartment. “We’re way ahead of schedule” Ben had stopped at the store to get a cheese and meat platter and was adding the finishing touches. Will had already left for his next part; buying a gift in which Santi would venmo the cost back. He didn’t care how much, just make it good.

“Tio!!!” A little brunette ran up and hugged her uncle, covered in flour.

“Mija, what are you doing here?” He asked as he greeted his goddaughter.

Frankie round the corner from the kitchen. “Yasmine, you just got him dirty!” He scolded. Santi assured him it was fine and wiped off the flour, and Frankie explained. “We figured we’d make the cake here instead of risking transportation.”

With hugs and thank you’s all around, Santi grabbed the finished basket and dashed out the door.

When he got back in the car, you looked at him curiously. “Is that Frankie’s car down the street?”

Santi gives a noncommittal answer and mutters something about Frankie having ladies in every zip code, then drives away, quickly changing the subject to the new Barbie movie you wanted to see so badly as he took you out to the park for a picnic.

Santi found a nice spot under a tree where the shadow was big enough to cover the big blanket from the heat of the sun. He made you sit down and you watched with a smile as he pulled everything out of the box. While he did that, you decided to pull off your sandals and removed Santi's shoes and socks too, making the man chuckle.

He opened the bottle of wine while you picked some cheese on your plate and you beamed up at him.

"Today is going great Santi. Thank you for this."

Santi smiled back at you and leaned over to kiss your cheek.

"You deserve the best, baby."

You shook your head, feeling your cheeks heat up.

"Still… No one put this much effort into making me feel special, like… ever."

Santi's smile faltered a little and you thought it was because of sympathy. But he felt shame envelope him. He shouldn't have forgotten your birthday. If he would've remembered he would've made you take a week off from work and would have taken you to somewhere nice. To Spain maybe, or Guatemala or Italy, maybe Greece. To somewhere beautiful where you always wanted to go. To make you feel like the most special girl in the world. Because you were the most special! At least for him. What would you think of him if you knew his friends were helping him, because he forgot your birthday? Did he really deserve you?

You pulled him out of his thoughts when you leaned your head on his shoulder as you were watching the lake where ducks and swans were swimming peacefully.

"You always make me feel special though. Everyday. Sometimes I feel like I don't thank you enough." - you said quietly.

Santi looked down and kissed your head several times, until you chuckled.

"Don't be silly, baby. You're the best thing that ever happened to me. There are times when I just look at you and wonder how you ended up being in my life."

You grinned.

"It was one of Benny's parties where you were drunk as hell, grabbed his guitar and started to serenade me, singing about how I am the most beautiful woman you've ever seen."

Santi started to laugh.

"Well, you are!"

"I just finished throwing up, and was trying to wipe my makeup off with little success."

"Still. I was watching you since you entered the house and was drinking cause I was trying to get enough courage to go over to you."

"This is such bullshit!" - you said, looking at him.

"Que?!"

"Benny told me you are the biggest womanizer he ever met, why did you need courage?"

"Because…" - he started as he booped your nose with his fingertip gently as he leaned closer. - "You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, and I didn't want to fuck it up." - he said and kissed your lips softly.

You snorted and kissed him back.

"So your grand plan was to get shitfaced and serenade me with silly lyrics you made up on the spot."

"Well, I didn't mean to drink that much, but Will just told us he got engaged and we had to celebrate." - he kissed your cheek again, then your neck. - "Besides… it worked." - he grinned.

"It did." - you laughed and kissed him again.

Benny’s Boys 😎

🐟: Booked you a couples massage. Consider it your birthday gift. And christmas. Y Dia De San Jose.

Pope: I cannot say thank you enough, you guys

No Call Sign: Once would be great.

Pope: Hey! I said thank you!

Ironhead: Quit texting your boyfriend and woo your girlfriend. If you want her to be your wife you can’t let her think you’re going to ditch her for some blonde bimbo

No Call Sign: Wait. Am I the blonde bimbo?

🐟: Hey! He’s my blonde bimbo

No Call Sign: Thanks baby 😘

This was proceeded by Ben and Frankie ‘homie flirting’ as Ben called it, before Will reminded them Benny has a girlfriend and Frankie still needed to text Santi the details of the massage.

He took his time with you at the picnic, plopping little bits of meat and cheese and berries in your mouth, continuing to woo you with everything he had. He would make you feel like the most special girl on the planet if it was the last thing he did.

“You’re the most perfect boyfriend in the world“ You praised as you laid on this lap as he sat back against the tree. Santi dangled grapes over your mouth, feeding them to you as he fanned you (Will had a fan in his picnic kit? No wonder that man got engaged so damn fast).

“Hopefully I’ll be the most perfect husband not long from now.”

The way you beamed up at him, eyes sparkling, made every worry he had disappear. “You mean that, Santi?” With bated breath, you await his answer. It wasn’t like you hadn’t been serious… but the line between meeting at Will and Lana’s engagement party where Benny brought you along to, where you had both said to stay ‘casual’ to where you were now, with you as Santi’s official plus one to Will’s wedding, spending nearly every night together… you hadn’t really talked about the future. You knew he was serious. He wouldn’t lead you along like this if he just wanted to casually date, and Benny would kick his ass if he thought Santi was being a dick to you (and threatened to do as much when you first told him about his two best friends dating), but you hadn’t really talked about it.

“I mean it, carino.” Assuringly, Santi caressed your cheek. “I know we’ve been moving a little slow, and I appreciate you meeting me at my pace. I know maybe it seems like I’m just messing around-”

“It doesn’t.”

“-but I promise you, I am very serious. And I’d like to take the next step.” He goes in for a kiss, pecking your lips and tasting the fruit on them.

“And what’s the next step, baby?”

“You’ll see when we get back to the apartment.” He did have one gift ready, something he had planned for weeks ahead of time to give today. It wasn’t that he forgot your birthday completely… he knew what day it was, he knew it was coming… it just got lost in the chaos. So yeah, he needed his 3 best friends, one’s fiance and his goddaughter to assist him. “But up next, a couples massage.”

Santiago did not mean to moan. He really didn’t. But between the stress of the wedding and this whole day, he was tense, and the massage therapist was good. Lucky for him, both his and your massage therapist were cool about it, and you burst into giggles, proceeding to tell his masseuse “I never get him to moan like that.”

He’d be humiliated if it was anyone else but you. You made everything so easy. You also mimicked his moan the whole car ride to his apartment as Santi prayed to god Benny had decorated and gathered enough people together to constitute a surprise party. It was definitely a perk that your friend was good friends with your girlfriend; they knew a lot of the same people. Okay, so maybe Santi thought Ben was competition at first! So maybe Santi kinda wanted to steal you from Ben! So maybe the reason Santi brought out the guitar is because Benny had previously played it and was singing ‘baby lock them doors and turn the light down loooowwww’ and Santi wouldn’t be upstaged! So sue him!

As he unlocked the door, he spoke REALLY LOUDLY in hopes they’d here and get into place. It worked. It definitely worked. Until Yaz shouted “DON’T SHUSH ME DADDY” and it was all over.

You looked at Santi suspiciously.

"You are either hiding your side-chick or… IT'S MY FAVOURITE LITTLE GIRL IN THE WORLD!"

In three seconds you two spotted Yazmine sprinting down the stairs and into your arms, giggling.

"No, Yaz, abort mission, I repeat ABORT MISSION!" - you heard Frankie yell after her, still in his hiding spot while Santi facepalmed himself.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" - she shouted excited as you picked her up and kissed her cheek.

"Thank you, honey! So tell me…"

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!" - suddenly dozens of people jumped out from behind different furnitures and you jumped back scared, but then laughed when you recognized the faces.

"Oh my god, guys, thank you!" - you laughed as you put Yasmine down and hugged everyone who came up to you.

Santi quickly searched for his friends to thank them all the effort they put into to make this day special for you. The decoration was done and it seemed like you loved it, if the way your eyes sparkled when you spotted another balloon or a birthday poster was any indication.

You loved the restaurant, the picnic basket Will and Benny put together was fucking delicious, the massage was heavenly and now all of your friends were here to celebrate you.

"Guys, seriously, thank you." - Santi said as he hugged them.

"You better marry this woman one day, since we did all this for you two." - Will winked.

Santi looked over at you with a soft smile on his face.

"Maybe I will."

Frankie, Will and Benny's eyes widened and they grinned, pulling Santi into another group hug. They've never seen their friend this happy and it was easy to tell that it was because of you.

You had a suspicion that it wasn't all Santi. You're not saying he wasn't capable to pull all of this off, but he looked a bit on edge the whole day and he was on the phone a lot more than he used to.

When Santi appeared in front of you with a big gift box, you grinned widely, taking it from him.

“Baby it’s huge!!!” You squeal as you both sit down to tear it open; right away you knew he had sent Will to get it. When you had listed off things you guessed he might have gotten you in the car this morning, you had named several items. A pandora’s charm bracelet, the giant blanket off redbubble with Nicolas Cage’s face all over it, that rose shaped sex toy you were curious about, a new hair dryer since yours had broken, and it was, in fact, the last one. This had Will written all over it. It wasn’t that Will couldn't be romantic; he was, from what Lana had told you and what you had seen, very romantic. However, out of the four, Will was more practical, and absolutely went for the hair dryer. Santi was more fancy jewelry, Frankie would go for the sex toy, and Benny…

The hair dryer was nice, though, very, very nice. It came with several attachments, and Will even managed to put in different hair masks and deep conditioners in there. It was perfect, and you would absolutely be using it on you and May to get ready for Will and Lana’s wedding.

“THANK YOU BABY THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!!!” Jumping up, you tackle him onto the carpet and pepper his scruffy face with kisses as you both giggled.

The night went swimmingly, a fun weekend but nothing crazy since most had work the next day and the real party would be next weekend, but you had such a great time, Santi serenading you with a cover of You and Me by Lifehouse. Benny somehow read your mind and got you that god awful Nicolas Cage blanket you wanted, and Santi he was never staying the night again.

When the crowd cleared out, leaving you and Santi alone, you took both of his hands in yours. “Thank you for today, Santiago. I had an amazing time”

Santi smiled at you, adoration and love spreading across his face. “I’m so glad, mi vida. It took a lot of effort” Now he could honestly say that wasn’t a lie.

Looking around, you compliment his work. “The decorations look great” You nod to the streamers that were so high up. “You use a step stool?”

Fake glaring, Santi furrowed his eyebrows. “Oh you’re gonna be a brat now, are you?”

Pulling your boyfriend closer, you look his dead in the eye but keep a light smile to make sure he knows you aren’t upset. “You forgot my birthday, didn’t you?”

His eyes go wide, and immediately he starts stammering. “No! No- why would you- baby I would never- your birthday of all days!”

You cock and eyebrow at him. “Santiago Garcia.”

He sighs. “Fine! So I forgot it was today, but I knew it was coming! I just got so… I don’t have an excuse, baby, I’m sorry.” He genuinely looked so sad, so disappointed in himself.

“Oh Santi.” You lean in to kiss him, caressing his face tenderly. “It’s okay, you made me feel so, so special, so loved, not just by you but by your family, and that means a lot to me. Knowing that they care about me too. So thank you today was perfect.”

His face softens, smiling lightly. “Okay, so I had a lot of help. But!” He departs from you, walking into his bedroom and coming out with a small box. “This is something I made up weeks ago. I didn’t completely forget about your birthday.” He hands it to you.

“Santi, you shouldn’t have! You’ve already gotten me so much!”

“Well, this one cost me like. Three dollars.”

When you open it, you see a small key from those kiosks at walmart that even had a Star Wars design on it. “Santi” You gasp. “Is this-”

“A key to my house, yeah.” Santi stuffed his hands into the pockets of his dark pants, shuffling nervously. “Well, we’ve been dating for a while, and you practically live here anyway” He teases. “I want you to just… make yourself at home. And when your lease is up… and if you feel ready… I was thinking…” The hopeful look on his high-strung face after everything he did to put today together at the last minute… you fell more in love with him every day.

“SANTIAREYOUASKINGMETOMOVEIN?!” You blurt out, practically jumping.

“If you want-”

Kisses. Nothing but kisses and I love you’s and you jumped and squealed in excitement.

When you had settled and confirmed yes, you’d move in when your lease was up in a few short months, Santi took your mouth in his for a more passionate kiss, and a handful of ass in his hand for a squeeze. Sloppily, you two made out on your slow trek back to what would soon be your bedroom (Where the Nicolas Cage blanket was awaiting him, little did he know) he asked you.

“How did you know I forgot?”

“Weeeelllllll” you draw it out as you go for his neck. “There were a few signs.”

He mumbles a few swears. “Was it Benny and Frankie’s car’s?”

“Well, yeah. But there was the fact, and baby I love you very much, but that level of decoration requires Benny’s enthusiasm.”

“Okay, yeah, well-”

“The gift screamed Will, and the massage had to be one of their ideas at the very least because you would never willingly strip for a woman you weren’t sleeping with.”

“Hey-”

“The cake had a chunk of missing frosting that was suspiciously Yasmine sized”

“She takes after her uncle Ben-”

“There was a fan in the picnic basket”

“Okay so?”

“And baby…” You stop right outside the bedroom door, both of you panting and eager for each other. “You never eat me out like that unless you are trying to make up for something.”

His stupidly sharp jaw drops. “Are you saying I’m not a pussy eating champion?”

“Hey!” You raise your arms in defense. “All I’m saying is if Lana and May are correct, you could take some tips from the Miller- AH!” Santi scooped you up, slinging you over his shoulder.

Despite his words, he was clearly smiling, his shoulders shaking in laughter. “I don’t need jack shit from the Millers!”

“Except this party”

“Except this party! Now, let me show you a little hint of what my wifey will get.” With that, he carried you into the bedroom, promptly greeted by a giant blanket collage of Nicolas Cage.

“Babe. What the FUCK!”

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Hope y'all liked!!!!

Dolli I hope you had a great birthday!

Tomorrow I'm decorating my classroom with baby yoda decorations, giving my day care class party favors, and bringing them cookies.

then this weekend thank GOD i have friday off and im going camping

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Ran's Little Dragon

The lady puts me into the playpen that's sits in front of the tv once we arrived at home before walking to her room and locking the door to drink her happy juice in peace, this isn't the first time this happened ever since I had waken in this body. After waking up to this new chance at life I did panic at first until I could finally wrapped my mind around what's happening and embrace it, then I realized that my 'mom' is a alcoholic and doesn't really take care of her child which is probably why I'm here instead of the boy. With my stomach getting hungry I pull the hinges of the playpen apart to allow me to escape from it and walk to the kitchen, where I pull a chair up to the counter so I can climb to it and grab a jar of peanut butter from a cabinet along with the crackers. Knowing the risks of doing this but I rather not starve to death and with my mission complete, I sit at the edge of the counter to eat my 'meal' of the day. Once done I wash my hands before refilling my bento box with snacks for daycare the next day and replace it back into my backpack with a name tag that had Dragen written on it.

'At least my new name is cool.'

With the bento box I put my flip flops at the bottom of the bag since they're basically my everyday shoes since 'mom' doesn't ever bother to grab any of my shoes before taking me to daycare, not that I have many in the first place. Leaving the backpack on the dinning table so she can see it to grab in the morning before quietly walking pass her room to mine so I could get my PJs and go to the bathroom to take a bath, once done I return to my room to get out my clothes for tomorrow before remembering to put a pair into my backpack in case I wake up late and already at daycare in my PJs. Since I want to bed early I woke up two hours before my 'mom' usually does for work and change into my clothes before sneaking into the kitchen for breakfast which is a peanut butter and banana sandwich with a cup of milk. I cleaned up any mess I had made before moving into the living to watch TV on a low volume to pass time for 'mom' to wake up, I'm so invested into the tv show I'm watching that I didn't hear 'mom' moving around after waking up until she turned the TV off.

I can see she has a hangover after seeing the painful look on her face when she picked me up off the couch to place me on her hip after getting everything together and luckily she got my backpack from the dinning table before leaving the house but not lucky enough for her to grab me some shoes, at least I got my flip flops in my backpack. Most of the day after arriving at the daycare I spend it staying away from the loud kids and teaching myself how to read kanji since I never learned how to in my last life, when the usual time for 'mom' to pick me up comes she never turned up but instead a dude appeared an hour later.

"Hey little man." He squats down to my level after he talked to a worker and they called me over to them, the look on his face isn't good.

"I'm sorry but your mommy got into accident and....." He trails off not knowing how to say any of this to a three year old.

"Sweetheart, your mommy is gone." The daycare worker continues on where the dude left off and even though I didn't know her to well or long I can feel sadness in my heart, a child should never lose their parents.

"Now I'm going to take you to a friend of mine that can look after you until I can inform your dad, is that ok?"

"Da? Me have da?" I asked since I don't know anything about my father and this makes the man realize about my home situation.

"Of course, everyone has a dad." After that I let the man take me to the friend he talked about which I stayed with for three days until they bring me to a tall building and put me into a room with loud messy kids.

'Nope with a capital N.'

When no one is looking I slip out the door and into the hallway not wanting to be anywhere near the loud messy kids, I walk down until I hit a waiting room.

'Is that who I think it is?'

My eyes landed on a figure sitting in one of the hard chairs wearing a expensive looking suit with a mullet hair style colored black and light purple, he looks up from his phone when he feels eyes on him only to see me stand before him.

'IT'S RINDOU HAITAN! Wait, that means I'm might be on Bonten timeline in Tokyo Revengers! But that also means I can't do anything to change the story except live my life.'

I give Rindou a smile around the pacifier in my mouth before slowly approaching him until I'm standing between his knees, Rindou's eyebrows frown together in confusion at seeing me. We continue to stare at each other while he waits for me to say or do something but I just stare at him like he's the best thing in the world, which he is to me.

"Wha yo do?" I said after taking out my pacifier and point at his phone while climbing up the chair next to him to seat on the arm of his chair to get a better look at his phone, with quickly fingers Rindou hits the home button and open a random game he has on his phone. I give him a look knowing that he wasn't on that before I looked but let it slide and lean down to watch him play it and a few minutes later I somehow got us watching CSI.

"He and him me favorite." I pointed to Greg and David when they show up on the screen, I was going to ask about his favorite but got interrupted by two figures appearing in front of us.

"I see you already meet your nephew." My eyes widen at the piece of new information along with Rindous.

'I HAVE HAITAN BLOOD RUNNING THROUGH ME!!'

I climbed down to the floor and sit behind one of Rindou's legs feeling nervous and shy all a sudden, at this Rindou rises a eyebrow at my act to hide before Ran crouches down.

"There's no need to hide." He's voice although deep is kind with a smile on his lips as he slowly reach out to gently take my hand off of Rindous pant leg but stopped and frown when I flinched back hiding my face while tightening my grab on the pant leg.

"He was just fine a moment ago?" Rindou voiced his concern at my behavior.

"You'll have to be patient with him, with the evidence we got suggest that he's mother is an alcoholic for sometime which resulted her accident and that she didn't really take care of him with the way the apartment they lived in looked. He's been taking care of himself for who knows how long." I can tell this information angered Ran by his fists tightening with his knuckles turning white but he quickly loosen them when he noticed my gaze on them, now that I know who my father is I can see the resemblance of the blond hair and droopy shaped eyes but are a blue color from my mother instead of my father's lavender color.

'Hell, if you dye my hair a light purple and give me lavender contacts I'm a exact copy of him. I think my brain had noticed the first time I looked into a mirror but blanked it out in denial and now I can't be in denial with the fact staring at me in the face.'

"Hey, there's no need to be afraid when your Papa and Uncle are here. We'll protect you from every bad thing." Pushing the instincts to hide away I let him gently take my hand off the pant leg and lead out from under the chair to stand in front of him.

'He's my dad...MY DAD!?!'

With that thought and a cry of Papa I rushed to into his arms which he gladly wrap around my small body to hold me close and giving my head a kiss before stand to his full height causing me to let out squeak and tightness my grip on his suit coat, he's a tall man but wait until I see Hanma.

'Oh lord, I hope not.'

Rindou leads us out of the building and into the parking lot after being handed a large box which I guess are my things, we approach a expensive car a few spots over where I'm handed to Rindou after he puts the box into the cars truck and we get in.

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#fanfic #male y/n #male reader #anime #tokyrev #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers ran #child reader

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pjs-daycare · 2 years

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Part 1 of 4

♰Halloween special♰

9:30

October 29th, Saturday

All staff members minus the part time workers agreed to meet up on Saturday the week before Halloween, They would go in pairs to get different supplies to make the daycare Halloween themed. Jayden and Paper jam would go pick out candy, Alison and Geo would pick out some Halloween themed decor.Pj drove to Walmart to hopefully find some candy. They both walked in and already they saw a few boxes of Halloween candy empty. "Come on we gotta hurry Pj!" Jayden quickly began to walk through the aisles until he found the Halloween section with Paper jam close behind."is there any left?", "Yeah a few bags... But the candies aren't too good at least not for kids." Jayden sounded a bit disappointed until he noticed a worker that began to restock some candy.

"I think that we should get some skittles'nstuff and then we can get a bag of chocolate, what do you think?" Paper jam thought for a moment "I think that it's a good idea." Once the worker finished Jayden grabbed a bag of non-chocolate candies and one bag of just chocolate. "Is that all we need?" Jayden said as he held both bags of candy, they are a tad heavier than he thought they would be. "Yeah that's all.. Do you need help?", "oh.. No I'm okay!". They both walked to the self check out and began to scan the two bags of candy.

Jayden looked at Pj "so how are we gonna distribute the candy?" Paper jam looked at Jayden back "dunno, we haven't thought that far yet". Jayden used that time to pay for the candy bags without Pj noticing "we could give them a piece or a few when they walk in" he spoke as he took the receipt, slightly glaring at Jayden. "Then we'll still have a lot left." Pj grabbed the bags and began to walk with Jayden by his side. "Oh well, more for us... Oh! Why don't we do a kid costume contest? Winner gets candy.", "sounds like a good idea."

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#error sans #ink sans #undertale #undertale au #writing #horror sans #nightmare sans #pjs daycare #underfell #underswap #halloween #halloween special

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cat3rp1llar-baby · 3 years

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DONT SUPPORT @ rougethegreat (on twitter)

TW// Ins3st, gr00mig, r*pe, s3xually assault and other gross things

Hello, Im Brax and today im telling you all about why you should not support @ rougethegreat (her Twitter @) the very long and gross tumblr post and why am I tagging fnf? She has started to hide in the fnf fandom to get away.

PLEASE HELP THIS AND THE TWITTER THREAD

reasons say in the TW

(this is my twitter thread I made, here is the link to that, the thread has more proof about the things Rouge did and im just sick of her hiding in the fnf fandom >>>>> https://twitter.com/Bunne_/status/1402224461454057479?s=20 )

Rouge used to be in the undertale famdom, she made 3 comics, the NAJ, PJ's daycare, vemprie verse (maybe more I think). Rouge drew a LOT of NSFW, well I mean they are an adult and was an adult in the undertale famdom WELL, the nsfw had UNDERAGED CHARACTERS and sexualize r*pe , insest, gr00ming, and other worse things.

In the NAJ au Goth r*pes Palette and later on has Palette says that he was glad he got r*pe. They also have Killer s3xually assualt Nightmare by kissing him without consent.

on to VampireVerse.. oh geez

In VamprieVerse PJ gets Fresh drunk so PJ can r*pe Fresh while he is drunk, Rouge draws it like its a cute little ship but it just fucking R*pe.

Now PJ's daycare.. Rouge ships Bluescreen and Gradint WHO ARE BOTH ERROR SANS' KIDS. Yes I know In daycare the kid's parents are the creators but still. there is also a part were PJ says to Fresh (who is like 4) that when Fresh gets to be 18 that PJ will marry him, which is gr00ming. there is a part where geno is going to jump off a clif to join his dead brother Error (he is just sick) then PJ yells at him to quite it and scolds Geno on way he shouldn't do that which is not the way to talk to someone who is suicidal.

I forgot to talk about Jammy's Love which has the most of the ins3st and ped0philia. PJ is the son of Ink and Error is married to Ink, Error's brother is Fresh and Fresh is dating PJ.

wanna add the fact that she made a small comic of PJ getting arrested for being a ped0 in the daycare au and also add some racism, I cant find the comic but In one of the videos there is a little bit of it. I think in Dreamer's video the comic is there. ( What the comic is >>>>>>) PJ gets arrested and officer said "Do you know why you're getting arrested and PJ says back "Because Im black" Then adds "Thats PJ!"

I wanna add that in R0uge's pinned tweet she tries to justify the shit she did, how do you justify drawing children getting r*ped, gr00ming, ped0philia, and ins3st!?

Now. please go watch this video by Dreary.Dreamer https://youtu.be/TzSw0zNFb-8 It gose into more detail and gives picture.

https://youtu.be/L4vIa-UEZgg

https://youtu.be/fDQAu-ZfD10 two more videos to watch

#FNF #friday night funkin #friday night funkin mod #fnf mod

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achillesmercury1996 · 3 years

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About Me Tag

Rules: Answer 17 questions and tag 17 people (sorry for taking ten years to get around to this)

Thanks for the tag, @bowtiescarves I love these so much!

1. Nickname: Mimi, Meg, Megs, Meggie, Meganstein, Mimsicles

2. Zodiac: Gemini

3. Height: 5′4.5″

4. Hogwarts house: Slytherin. High key, we should all collectively come up with a different question to ask that isn’t about HP just because JK Rowling is a dumpster fire of a human being, and there’s better franchises with better creators we could ‘sort’ ourselves into. Like ATLA for instance. I’m an airbender!

5. Last thing I googled: How to cure migraines because I had a killer migraine yesterday that made me so sick to my stomach

6. Song stuck in my head: One More Time by Daft Punk

7. Number of followers: 133

8. Amount of sleep: Okay, ya girl has ~crippling depression~, so I legit sleep 12+ hour a night...I don’t work at the moment due to said crippling depression, so instead I sleep, read, and go to ~Therapy~.

9. Lucky number: 7 and 28

10. Dream job: I don’t dream of labor, so I don’t have a dream job. There’s jobs I’d like to do though. Like being a makeup artist at a morgue, being a makeup artist/teacher at youth shelters or LGBT Centers, working at a doggie daycare, and owning my own bookstore would be legit.

11. Wearing: PJ pants with Dalmatians on them, and a really old Les Mis shirt from Broadway in the 1980s

12. Favorite author: I love Madeline Miller, J.C. Lillis, Gita Trelease, W. Bruce Cameron, and Casey McQuiston

13. Favorite instrument: I always wanted to learn how to play piano, and it soothes me so much

14. Aesthetic: I have so many. I fuck very heavily with cottagecore for someone who owns nothing cottagecore, bohemian, 80s, military fashion, comfy oversized clothes, vintage/antique clothing too

15. Favorite song: Me by The 1975

16. Favorite animal noise: Any noise my dog makes!

17. Random: I have a Freddie Mercury saint candle, and an Elton John one too

I apologize in advance for not tagging 17 people, so my b.

I tag: @dearscone @blueeyedrichie @stressedinadress and anyone else who wants to do this, too!

#thank yooouu #I love these tags so much #they really let me reflect and such

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bethelwrites · 4 years

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the new normal

trigger warnings for: suicide, blood, guns

January 9, 2018. It'd started out like any other day, their alarm clock going off at 0600 hours sharp, the shrill sound alerting them that it was time to begin their day. Jason hit the snooze button and pulled his wife closer, the couple savoring the few moments they knew they had to themselves before their door opened and their two year old daughter, Gabriella, came running into the room with her camouflage clad teddy bear wrapped securely in her arms, climbing up onto her parents' bed as she asked what was for breakfast. It would be another half an hour before their son came crawling out of his room to almost fall asleep in his cereal bowl before heading off to catch the bus to school. It started off as a day just like any other, and if you asked Savannah now, eight months later, if there had been any signs of what she'd find in her backyard that afternoon she'd both be able to name so many but so few at once. The kiss she'd given her husband as he left out into the grey morning, his uniform causing him to bare a strong resemblance to the teddy Gabby had tucked beneath her arm at the breakfast table, was far too short to be good enough for goodbye. However, looking back, it was longer than their usual forehead kiss and hurried 'I love you's as he flew out the door, breakfast sandwich and protein shake in hand as he headed to base.

That morning it was a lingered kiss, a longing stare, a quiet and purposeful 'I love you', before he gave each of the children their own, seemingly sentimental goodbye. If they hadn't already been running late maybe she would have picked up on it, but if JJ didn't leave within the next two minutes he would have missed the bus and Gabby was still wearing her PJs, a cause for concern since Savannah herself had to leave the house within the next fifteen minutes in order to drop her daughter off at daycare and make it to work on time for her first client of the day. Looking back, she regretted not noticing his subtle nuances, because maybe if she'd taken a second to actually look at her husband she would have seen the way he paused in the doorway, looking back on his family with a sad smile as they went about their lives. He'd already made his choice and made peace with it, a choice that Savannah wouldn't have been privy to until later that afternoon.

1237 hours. 'Hey, was able to get away for lunch. Meet me at the house at 1, I'm getting your favorite. I love you.' The text had elicited a wide, excited smile to form on Savannah's features and she finished with the client currently in her chair hastily before grabbing her purse and keys from her drawer and running out of the doors of the salon, simultaneously telling the shop manager she'd be taking an extended lunch as she unlocked the doors to her 4Runner and climbed in. If the lights cooperated, it was a 20 minute drive from work to the home they'd made eight years ago after their return stateside from Germany, and as luck would have it she hit every single red light on the way there.

1314 hours. She pulled into their driveway, the lifted black Silverado already neatly tucked into the right side of the concrete space. Traffic was horrible and she now only had 30 minutes to spend with her husband and eat lunch before she'd have to venture back out onto the road to finish her shift. Rushing through the unlocked front door, she called his name and was met with silence. The smell of Proletariat's 'The Favorite' pizza wafting through her nostrils as she entered the kitchen. There was an envelope on the counter with her name on it, set nicely down on top of the pizza box, but she didn't notice it. "Jason?" His name left her lips for the sixth time since she'd walked through the door, a hint of panic beginning to creep into her tone and her gut. She spent the next ten minutes looking all over the house for her husband of 10 years, only finding his green beret set neatly on their bedside table. She has a faint memory of the words 'this isn't funny anymore' leaving her lips as she descended the stairs, heading for the kitchen once more, hoping to find him standing at the counter, piece of pizza in his hand and a wide grin on his features. So when she reentered the kitchen and found it, once again, empty, she could feel her stomach drop. Call it women's intuition or a simple gut feelings, as soon as the brunette's gaze turned towards the french doors leading to the backyard she felt her heart drop into the pit of her stomach.

1339 hours. The sounds of sirens filled her ears as the police and EMS came racing down their street, the first responders listening to the instructions she'd provided just minutes ago to a 911 operator to simply come through the unlocked back gate. She was on her knees, blood stained hands gripping at her thighs as she watched paramedics move in what appeared to be slow motion. If she'd been rational she'd have known that anyone could see that the man she'd loved for the last 10 years had no sign of life, the handgun that lay still half in his hand having taken him away minutes after he'd sent the text. This wasn't how it was supposed to be.

August 27, 2018. The new normal, if you could even call it that. Her alarm went off at 6:30AM, but she was already awake, cradling Gabby in her arms as another sleepless night came to a close and she was forced to begin a new day. It was JJ's first day of school and her parents were coming over at 7:00AM to pick up Gabby so that Savannah could take him. This was the new normal, she had to remind herself as she climbed out of bed and made her way out into the small kitchen of her houseboat to continue with a tradition that Jason had started four years ago on JJ's first day of kindergarten. Waffles on the first day of school. It'd been four months since the grieving family had moved from their spacious Seattle home to the small houseboat in Wrightsville Beach, one that Savannah's parents had occupied years prior while their home on the beach was being built. JJ had wanted to stay in Seattle with his friends, but Savannah had uprooted the children due to her inability to stay in a town that held so many painful memories, and now, as his alarm went off in the bedroom upstairs, Sav knew that the somewhat new routine they'd cultivated since their move was about to be tossed about once more. This was a day they'd all feel his loss more than they normally did, a day where Jason Bishop should have been there but instead of his presence they had the dog tags that hung around Savannah's neck and the patch JJ kept nestled snugly in his pocket at all times.

7:05AM. Her parents knocked once before walking onto the small houseboat, all smiles as they greeted their granddaughter with excited hugs and kisses. She was the least affected by this day, still not understanding the gravity of the words 'Daddy's not coming home'. But as JJ slowly descended from the spiral staircase, dark circles under his eyes and backpack dragging slowly behind him, Savannah knew that she had to put her own feelings aside and put on the brave face she'd mastered eight months ago as she picked her son up early from school to deliver the news that had torn both of their worlds apart.

7:32AM. The waffles sat untouched as she put her arm around her son's shoulders, the 10 year old softening for a moment as he leaned into his mother's embrace. "It's just school." He said as he pulled away from her to climb into the passenger's seat of the SUV.

7:49AM. "Are you sure you don't want me to come in with you?" She asked, hand coming out to smooth down the child's dark tresses. He looked so much like his father. "I'll be fine, mom." His voice wavered and the shattered pieces of her heart crumbled a little further. "I know you will, bubba." Offering him the most encouraging smile she could muster, she leaned over and pressed a kiss into his forehead. "I love you." She said, the smile on her features finally feeling a bit more genuine as she peered down at her son. "I love you, too. See you later." His tone was short, words spoken as the door was shutting behind him and he made his way into the school. This was their new normal.

#savannah 002 #thread: savannah #getting ready to delete this blog #so i needed this somehwere #my bby girl :(#tw: suicide #tw: blood #tw: guns

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errinkgarbagedump · 5 years

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Hey I'm kinda of new to your au (I think its a au ) but I'm a bit confused about the whole story could you maybe explain a little bit? ( its Alright if you can't)

the story tag is ‘resurfacing past’.buttttt it’s inspired by pj’s daycare in a way. except only error and ink grew up under pj’s care. the story is years after all thatright now there’s an event where the roles are swapped, but you should probs read the original first :v-Mod Trash

#ask #blocksterwolf

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lorig11 · 7 years

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Maybe a new story coming...

I’m re-blogging this because there are quite a few (like 3 of you, but who’s counting) new people “liking” this post, and I wanted to shamelessly plug my other story on Ao3, “Clexa Goes to Hollywood,” under my pseud ivywoman63. So there it’s been plugged. Some found it funny.

so, my few followers, I have a couple little snippets of conversation that I wrote that may turn into a new story. Let me know your thoughts. I only have 50,000 more words to go. These will be two separate conversations. So this is your perk for following my boring ass. this is a rough draft people! things could change.

Sleepless in Seattle Clexa Style

“Yeah?”

“Why hello to you too bestie, why so pleasant?” Raven asked.

“I’m late, and Finn left early, and I’ve got this damn dog to take care of, and one of my patients had a reaction to some meds, and what the hell else is new in my life?”

“I think you secretly love the chaos.”

“I think you’re secretly a pain in my ass,” Clarke said as she was pulling on her shoes.

“I’ve solved your dog problem.”

“My dog problem? It’s Finn’s goddamn problem, that trickles down to me when he leaves. It’s been 3 days and half our furniture is destroyed.”

“I could solve your Finn problem too.”

“Shut up.”

“You still engaged?”

“What? Yes, god what kind of question is that?”

“Ok, you say that like you’ve never called it off before.”

“I called it off once.”

“Twice, actually.”

“Well, twice. Ok, yeah. How did you solve the dog problem?”

“O met some chick at the bar the other night, someone she knew in high school. Next thing you know, they’ve facebooked, twitted, and whatever else.”

“You mean twitter?”

“What the fuck ever.”

“I assume this is leading somewhere?”

“Patience Prudence. So this chick owns a doggie daycare service.”

“Yeah, so? When do I have time to drive a dog to doggie daycare, I barely have time to put my bra on.”

“Ah, you see, she has a service where they drive and pick up your dog, take them away for the day, and deliver them back to the house later.”

“Keep talking,” Clarke looked down at the dog, he was chewing on Finn’s slipper. Served him right.

“That’s it, she’ll be there in about 5 minutes.”

“What? Today?” Clarke asked incredulously.

“Yeah, so get that pooch ready.”

“Jesus, I don’t have time for this, I’m late already.”

“She’ll be there any second, for god’s sake. It won’t kill you to be a couple minutes late. Well, it might kill your patient. But it won’t kill you.”

“Jesus christ, ok, i’ll wait.”

“Good, she’s been taking our two monsters the last three days and they come home all tired and shit, it’s a beautiful thing.”

“How much does this doggie chauffeur service cost?”

“Just give her your credit card, you can afford it, it’s worth every penny.”

“Ok, I have to go, the hospital’s on the other line.” Clarke disconnected Raven and answered the other call, just as her doorbell rung. “Yeah? did someone give her the shot?” Clarke went to the door and opened it. She barely looked at the woman who was at her front door, “Sue, can you hold on a sec? Thanks.” She quickly looked at the brunette on her front stoop, “you here for the dog?” she asked the woman.

“Yeah, Octavia and Raven told me to come over and get him.”

“He’s over there somewhere, chewing on something I’m sure.”

“What’s his name?”

“I really don’t know, I have to take this call,”

Lexa stared after the blonde, must be a doctor she surmised, since she was in scrubs. Or they were pj’s, maybe she was a housewife who just got out of bed. She looked up because the blonde was snapping her fingers at her and pointing under the dining room table. Lexa hated to be snapped at. She went over to the table and looked under it. There was the dog in question with stuffing hanging out of his mouth. “Do you have a leash or something?” Lexa asked the blonde? She was rewarded with an eye roll, and another point while she continued her conversation on the phone. Lexa followed the point to the kitchen and looked around. She saw a leash and collar hanging off a hook by the door. She grabbed both and went back to the dog. She pulled a treat out of her pocket and he came over to her eagerly, at least he was food motivated. She gently collared and leashed him and looked back to the blonde, she cleared her throat, “Uh, how do you want to pay for this? We take credit cards, check, cash?” Again the annoyance on the blonde’s face was evident. She continued her conversation, which sounded very medical, so she must be a doctor, and went into her briefcase. She pulled out her checkbook, yanked out a check, signed it and handed it over to Lexa. Lexa looked down at it. What kind of person hands some stranger a blank check? She’s either stupidly trusting, or so rich it just didn’t matter. Lexa was going with latter. She folded the check and put it in her pocket. “I’ll bring,” she looked down at the tag on the collar, “Oliver back around 5, is that good?” She got a nod and figured she was dismissed when the woman turned her back on her. “Nice to meet you,” she mumbled under her breath as she left the house.

Lexa walked Oliver out to her van and loaded him up. She was done picking up and was heading back to the farm. She briefly thought back to the blonde she just met, well, they didn’t really meet. Shame she was so rude, because what little she saw was attractive. Probably born into money. How could you not even know your own dog’s name?

And this would take place later in the day:

Lexa brought Oliver back to Clarke’s house at 5pm. She rang the doorbell and was surprised when the blonde opened the door. She had imagined all sorts of scenarios where she would be stuck with the dog, or would have to wander around the house looking for an open door or window to crawl through, which probably would have led to an alarm going off, and the cops showing up, and on and on.

Clarke watched the dog walk in the door with the brunette holding his leash. She watched as the woman took a treat out of her pocket and made the dog sit while she removed the leash. The dog stayed put until he was told “ok” and he went over to his bed and collapsed. She wasn’t sure she ever saw him actually lay down before, and she had to begrudgingly admit she was a little impressed with the sit stay.

Lexa took the blank check out of her pocket and showed it to Clarke, “I’m Lexa, didn’t really get a chance to introduce myself this morning,” because you were were a rude bitch, but she kept that thought to herself, “and I brought this back, since we didn’t talk about costs. Your dog’s name is Oliver by the way.”

Clarke looked at this woman, and felt she was being judged. The tone was definitely judgey. And it rankled her a little. She didn’t usually care what people thought, so she was surprised that it bothered her a little. “We just got him 3 days ago.”

“We?” Lexa asked.

“My fiancé brought him home. Unexpectedly.”

“Fiancé? Where’s your ring?” Lexa was observant, and she had noticed this morning that the woman wore no ring.

Clarke was a little taken aback. “I don’t usually wear it to work. I’m a surgeon, I don’t really need to be losing it inside a patient,” she said condescendingly.

Lexa smirked a little. “Whatever.” It was the first chance she got a really good look at the woman. And the first thing she noticed was her blue eyes. They were the color of the sky on bright clear day. Shame, she really was a looker, until she opened her mouth.

Clarke rolled her eyes a little, this woman was annoying, and she had half a mind to tell her to go pound sand, but then she looked over at the dog and saw how he seemed exhausted, which meant she could actually get some work done tonight, without the constant interruption of chasing him around because of what he had in his mouth. “He seems pretty tired.”

“It’s called exercise, all dogs need it.”

Clarke just looked at her, trying to convey her annoyance. She quickly weighed the pros and cons of having to deal with this chick: getting judged every day, tired dog sleeping all night, getting aggravated by the brunette, not pulling things out of the dog’s mouth. “How much we talking here?”

Lexa wanted to laugh, she saw the dagger eyes she was getting right now, but she kept a straight face. “The cost for pick up and daycare is $40 a day.”

“Jesus christ, is child day care even that much.”

“It’s a half hour ride out here to get him. Then a half hour back to the farm.”

“Yeah, but you’re already at Raven and Octavia’s, which is 15 minutes away.” Clarke needed to make a point. Her hackles were up a little. She was being judged by a goddamn dog walker.

“Look, it is what it is,” as Lexa walked away she put the blank check on the table that was in the foyer and headed for the door.

Suddenly Clarke had visions of chewed shoes, ripped up pillows and stuffing fluff all over the house from a crazy dog. “Wait.” The woman paused at the front door and looked back at her, “how about I try it for this week, and we’ll see how it goes.” She picked up the check and walked it over to her.

Lexa took the blank check, “do you want to fill it out?”

“No, you can fill it out, thanks Linda.” Clarke called a truce in her head and tried to be nice.

“Lexa.”

“What?”

“My name is Lexa.”

“Oh, sorry, Lexa.”

“Your dog is food motivated, he’s easy to train if you take the time, might make living with him a little easier.”

Aaand, the truce was off. “I’m a little busy, what with doctoring and surgery and all, so I really don’t have time to spend with the dog,” making sure her tone matched the silent fury in her head.

“Oliver, his name is Oliver. Maybe you should start with that.” Lexa was secretly enjoying baiting the beautiful doctor.

“Very funny. I’ll see you tomorrow, Linda,” and with that Clarke turned her back on the woman and walked into her kitchen.

Lexa shook her head and laughed to herself as she opened the door and headed back to the van. She was never this combative with customers, but the blonde brought something out in her. She was already looking forward to tomorrow morning.

well? any thoughts? should I continue? let me know peeps.

#CLEXA AU #clexa #clexa fanfic

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