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Happy First Night of Haunkkah. Go have some Latkes (potato pancakes) and Jelly donuts Bats Day in the Fun Park 23 May 7 2023 Goth Day: The Spooky Trip to the Disneyland Resort Ca. Bats Day / Goth Day - The original #DisneyGoth Est.1999 #haunkkah #chaunkkah #howdoyouspellHaunkkah #dreidel #gothsofdisneyland #gothday #festivaloflights #8nights #mickeymouse #minniemouse #batsday #latkes #jellydonuts #oil https://www.instagram.com/p/CmUZK6dvL1r/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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In light of the antisemitic comments I've received, it's been very difficult to make myself write much of anything, but especially explicitly Jewish stories (I scrapped a whole book I was hoping to release for Hanukkah, because this shook me deeply).
Combined with the total lack of participation from anyone else, I'm not sure there will be any more 8Nights fic.
Some of you have said some truly lovely and encouraging things, but I may be done with this.
I had 3 or 4 fics planned, and I will try to finish them before the new year, but I can't promise it.
Thanks to you lovely people who have supported this effort over the years.
May your coming year be full of light 🩵
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Lucky, Cole x reader
fluff, reader pronouns not specified
song to pair with this: 8NIGHTS
forgive any grammatical errors please <3
divider credits <3
Cole groaned, dropping himself onto your bed. You smile, turning over to him and pulling him close.
Cole was exhausted. Between training, saving citizens, chores and listening to the other ninja bicker back and forth, his energy was completely depleted. All he wanted now was to rest with you.
“Rough day?” you ask, carding your fingers through his black waves. You felt the built up sweat and grime from his days worth of work, but you didn’t mind.
Cole nodded his head against your chest. When everything hurt like this, all he needed was you. He could take medicine or drink a special tea, but he’d rather be layed up with you being given special treatment.
You always drew him a nice hot bath and massaged his sore muscles. You made him take things slow and have him relax for the rest of the day. Cole didn’t often take time for himself and was always trying to push though. He felt like he always had to be the black ninja, Elemental Master of Earth. Always keeping up his appearance as strong and independent.
But with you, he could be Cole Brookstone. He didn’t need to be tough, he didn’t need to be strong. He could forget about his ninja duties and the guilt that came with it.
Cole finds himself being lifted up gently by warm hands. You help him up and begin leading him to the bath.
The sound of running water catches his attention, he looks up to see you picking out a bath salt. You decide on a lavender scented salt, tossing some in before leaving to get clothes for the both of you. You usually bathed with him, washing his hair and cleaning the grime from his skin.
You return with underwear and shirts for the both of you, and a pair of Coles shorts for your self. Cole begins to undress and slip into the tub, and you follow shortly after. You sink in behind him, and rest your forehead against his back. You inhale deeply, smelling the earth on him. After dating Cole for so long, it’s become one of your favorite smells. It always reminds you of him no matter where you smell it.
You exhale and begin to lather him with his body wash, soothing over his sore muscles. You wash the dirt and grime from his skin. Cole relaxes his body, leaning back against you with a sigh. He missed days like these. The days where you coddled him and took such careful care. You’re so delicate with him, feather light touches to his skin washing the dirt and caked on sweat off his deeply tanned skin.
Scars littered his body, which once caused him a great deal of self hate. Through your help however, he began to like his scars.
He thought of that now, as you washed over a particularly raised scar. You handled all parts of him with care, even muttering how much you liked them or how cool you thought them to be.
“What’s wrong love?” you ask, dumping water onto his head, and lathering shampoo in your hands.
Cole had been strangely silent today, not saying anything. At first you assumed he was simply too exhausted to speak but something in you prodded deeper.
He sighs, leaning back into you. Many thoughts ran in his head, most of which being ridiculously cheesy and romantic. He had so much to say but couldn’t articulate it in an understandable way. Even if he could, he was so tired he couldn’t speak that much.
“I just..I really love you. Thank you” and he went silent again, relishing in your fingers massaging shampoo into his scalp. A giggle passed through your lips while you wash out the lather. You can practically feel his eyebrow raise, “I thought it was something bad”
You stand and towel the two of you off, standing in front of him and towel drying his hair. “I love you too, sweets” with a kiss on his cheek you turn to get dressed.
Cole stands still for a moment, wondering how he got so lucky to have you.
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MILK AND ROSES (Oz Cobblebot x fem!reader)
Also on ao3
Rated: Mature (they will absolutely bone in the next chapter i swear)
Word count: 3.7k
Never let it be said you weren’t a good friend. You were supportive, loyal to a fault and most of all; terrified to upset plans made weeks in advance by those closest around you. These were the thoughts that bounced around your mind as you took a steadying breath, and opened your eyes.
What greeted you was a multitude and did nothing to qualm the panic bubbling up to the surface. Countless bottles of the dingiest, most expensive Champagne littered the crowded circular table before you. Your flushed face greeted you, looking strained and as anxious as though you’d been given 60 seconds to live – rather than face a night of drinking and dancing with friends. You wished you were different, and sometimes you were. There were few instances in your life where you had actually enjoyed night life, but they were different nights a lifetime ago. Being recently single had brought back all the lurking anxieties, leading you to frequently need a breather like this. You focused on the stiff vinyl seating you felt underneath your legs. The loud thrum of music melting into the palpitations in your chest seamlessly.
Your entire afternoon had spent inside your own head to avoid this very scenario, already knowing deep down this would be the result. The inner saboteur that plagued your life chipped away at the confident demeanour you built as you got ready for the evening’s events. Malicious whispers of self doubt, possible embarrassment and imposter syndrome somehow overpowering the loud chirps of your friends’ birthday group chat. Each message of true excitement of somehow getting an in at the infamous Iceberg Lounge only further solidified the feeling of cement weighing down your shoulders as you chose your outfit.
The very outfit you had been so looking forward to wearing, finally getting “back out there”. You had felt yourself cringe at the phrase as soon as your friend said it. You knew she was right, but you had avoided it for so long by passing off being busy with work or other friends – that the very real prospect of being perceived as a potential fuck made you want to bury yourself back into your decrepit bed. You had spent so much of your life wanting to fast forward to the good parts, straight through exams or bouts of depression that came in stride with living in Gotham.
You despised the talking stage. The same words said over and over on loop that you swore you could predict the conversation better than any AI could. Dating apps had become a new form of casual gaming to you. None of it felt real, these people you knew would never respond back or their excuses for ghosting you. It felt like such a waste. If you could fast forward through the talking stage to exactly when you felt comfortable with someone you swear you’d be a millionaire.
“Are you feeling okay?”
Your head snaps around, meeting the concerned eyes of the birthday girl. Your heart clenches at the knowing look in her eyes. Feeling like you’ve been caught red handed.
“Yeah, just a little overwhelmed. I’ll be fine – Please, don’t worry about me. This is your 8night!”
She simply rolls her eyes, lights hitting her face perfectly as she does so. She had made such an effort tonight, you knew how much she looked forward to this but regardless she made time to check in with you.
“Well, it’s early enough, the others are going down to the dancefloor but I want to be sure you’re okay first. I know this isn’t your scene, and I want to make sure you’re good before I go anywhere”
You feel your eyes water in gratitude, she knows you too well. She scoots in beside you on the couch before one of the waitresses clears it – making note of your friend’s obligatory garish birthday sash before taking both your orders. The lights flash pathetically against the strobing floodlights of the nightclub, but draws sufficient attention from some of the patrons by the bar. The same waitress arrives swiftly with your drinks, gives a sweet smile and leaves without further ado.
“Seeing as you won’t be up dancing with us tonight, do me a favour and get a hot guy’s number”
You break into a wide grin at that, and nod solemnly in agreement as you take the heavy glass in hand. A talk as small and insignificant as this is enough to settle you and remind you why you agreed to go out in the first place. The conversation flows easier this way, nothing strained or forced about it and the memory of your panic is completely forgotten by last dregs of your respective drinks.
Some of the others from your group have arrived back upstairs to find you both seated and giggling at old stories. You excuse yourself from the table, deciding it easier to order from the bar directly and not disturb the already over worked waitresses. You glance at your phone as you wait, having finally managed to squeeze into a space by the countertop. There’s a few messages from work, nothing vital just the same empty updates as always. You remember why you looked at your phone in the first place, seeing the time as just before 11pm. The endless stream of various conversations around you while you wait becomes hushed and broken when you finally catch the eye of a barman. You think little of it except for when you feel yourself shoved aside by movement.
The huddled businessmen that had enveloped you at the slick bar dissipated, and you noticed the waitresses waiting for drinks and drops for their customers perked up suddenly. Bright smiles painted on and posture corrected. You look down your nose at the man who roughly pushed past you. You take a deep sigh and begin your order of drinks, counting them on your hands as not to forget anyone before you notice the barman has paled and picked up a soaked rag to clean the drinks stand thoroughly behind him. You shout for his attention, watching the tight shirt that hugs his back go rigid. You glance to the mirrored glass in front of him, puzzled as you try to catch his eye again.
“Can I get you a drink, sweetheart?” a bemused and rough voice enquires beside your ear. The hairs on your neck immediately shoot up at the closeness, and you jerk away from the surprise presence.
Your face whips to the left, and you look up and down at the perpetrator. A heavy set guy leans against the bar, a plush velvet blazer tailored to perfection changes colour under the shifting lights. He’s slightly taller than you, but the heeled boots he wears don’t go unnoticed. You give an incredulous laugh, and see a flash of gold as he returns the best shit eating grin you’ve ever seen. He must have three or four gold plated teeth in his head. Who the fuck is this guy?
“That would be great, thanks! I was halfway through my order when this guy fucked off” You throw your thumb accusatorily at the barman trying his best to look busy.
The older man just nods, and tells you good help is hard to get. He raps his knuckle against the black marble twice, a sharp rattle heard as you watch the heavy ring glint under the warm light. Both barmen nearly collide as they turn to face you, you just look to your new companion and roll your eyes. You notice there’s no exchange of cash or even a card. Guy’s obviously a heavy hitter, with the clientele this place is supposed to have its definitely for the wrong reasons. You give your order once again, and watch the second barman silently pass over drinks for your friends and two more for yourself at the bar. You’ve never been one to look a gift horse in the mouth, and raise your drink in cheers with the generous stranger.
His whiskey tumbler clinks against your own as you see your friends out of the corner of your eye. They give a rapturous roar of delight as the trays are settled in front of them.
“Any chance I can get your name, doll?” the man to your left asks. It’s said casually, with no intention of throwing the fact he bought your drinks in your face. You smile and give it, never missing the way his dark eyes move over each feature of your face. You extend your hand in greeting and his larger, warmer one brings it to his face.
“Pretty name, babe. I’m Oz” He smiles wickedly, and grazes his lips along your knuckles before releasing. Did people even do that anymore? While you recover, he takes another sip out of the amber tumbler and makes no attempt at discretely checking you out. You say the usual niceties of meeting a new person, but find yourself actually meaning them this time. The moving lights above begin to shine directly overhead, and you watch them reveal several aged scars and gashes. The longest of which travelling raggedly from his top lip, past his cheek and up towards his right ear. You’re not gonna lie, they’re kind of hot.
“You checkin’ them out?” He laughs, his left-hand gesturing to his face. Shit. Time to think quick.
“Yeah, to be honest. ‘Where’d you get the beauty mark, tough guy? Eating pussy?’” You quote and he actually barks a laugh in response to that. Of course he knows that line.
“Oh, I wish, honey” He smiles, and you do too.
“You celebratin’ tonight, sweetheart?”
“Oh, yeah. It’s my friend’s birthday tonight and she’s been dying to come here. The club’s always all over social media!” You explain, gesturing to your friends in the corner who notice and raise their glasses again to Oz.
“That’s good news to me, not that I know much of the online stuff here but still, good news” He huffs in a chuckle but you just stare at him.
“What do you mean, you got shares here or something?” And do your best to catch up with your drink.
“Nah, babe. I own the place”
A beat passes. You must have misheard him, this music is rattling your brain again you think.
“You serious?”
Your voice goes up several octaves at the end. You don’t necessarily mean it in a bad way, it’s just Oz dresses like he should be in Casablanca rather than the most decadent nightclub in Gotham City. You can tell by his reaction that he’s used to it, he simply shrugs his large shoulders and gives a short laugh. An almost inaudible whistle comes through his broken nose as he does so. You take another sip, watching him toy with the glass in his hefty hands. He looks like he’s mulling something over in the corner of your eye. Finally, he takes a deep breath in, before turning to you.
“You wanna go somewhere a little quieter?” He asks quickly into your ear. Your brows shoot up in surprise. The moment he says it, he almost cringes at his own words. Ready to shake his head and bid you goodbye, he starts to push away from the bar. You shake your own head and laugh, touching the arm of his blazer. You rub the smooth fabric unconsciously and feel your face close to his own.
“Don’t be so hard on yourself, Oz. What’d you have in mind?” You smile coyly.
That arrogant smile comes back tenfold, gold teeth on show. He lets you take his arm for a bit as you walk from the bar back towards the entrance. You catch your friends waving wildly to catch your attention as you begin to move through the crowd, you just raise one shoulder in a quick shrug. No reason not to see where this could go, right? Not everyday you get an oddly hot, obviously rich club owner hitting on you. Just as you do so, Oz moves his arm from over yours to the small of your back. Christ, his hands are huge. He sees you watching and stops walking, he moves straight to your ear.
“Is this alright? You don’t gotta come up with me y’know?”
You just shake your head at him, and start to walk again towards the steel staircase he was directing you to. Only then do you notice his walk as he catches up to you, a slow and painful looking gait that’s mainly on one side. You try your best not to look too closely and it works, the bouncers by the stairs move out of the way at the sight of their superior. He extends his arm out in invitation for you to go first, you carefully hold onto the metal railing and make your way up the stairs. Praying your heels don’t lock into the holes of the grate beneath your feet.
When you make it to the top and turn the corner you stand in disbelief. Above the heaving dancefloor you find a decently sized office adorned in retro furniture and lighting. A plush red velvet couch against the glass panels looking onto the ground floor. A well-attended bar and vintage drinks trolley to the left of it. Half empty decanters of undoubtedly expensive whiskey glint under an art deco lampshade. Oz finally meets you in the doorway, head over your shoulder watching you inspect his office.
“You’ve got great taste, it’s not what I was expecting” you say quietly, half to yourself when you feel him lean closer.
“Only the best, sweetheart” you can feel his scarred lips draw back in an almost sickly-sweet smile before he moves around you, hands ghosting over your body. You miss the fragrance of his heady aftershave as soon as he leaves.
He travels the short distance to the drinks trolley and begins fixing you both a fresh drink while you make your way to the lavish short couch. You turn onto your side to get a better look at the view from Oz’s perch. The music of the club below continues to play, and you know your friends are swaying and writhing to the heavy techno bursting from the speakers around the warehouse sized nightclub. It feels like a million miles away from you, as Oz settles onto the couch beside you. He places your drink on the glass coffee table and spreads his left arm over the back of the couch to join your admiration of his nightclub.
“This is crazy!” you laugh and turn to him, noting the pleased look on his face and just how close he had gotten to you while you were preoccupied.
“This? This is nothin’, doll. There’s things I could tell about this place you’d never believe” He waves the hand on the back of the couch up in faux dismissal before settling it back down. The tips of his fingers barely touching against your elbow absentmindedly as he brings his drink to his lips.
“Let me guess though, you’d have to kill me?”
“No, I’m sure I can think of somethin’ better to keep you quiet” he says matter-of-factly with a lazy shrug.
You just burst into laughter at his words, not his intended reaction. However, he does catch the blush creeping along your face and neck as you cover your face. Your eyes meet again for a moment, before you decide to go for it. What’s the worst that could happen? A bad lay? As soon as your lips meet, he grins into the kiss. He brings the hand from the back of the couch up to your hair to draw you closer. You taste the whiskey off his lips and remnants of tobacco on his breath as it mixes with your own. You break for a moment and draw slightly back to look at his face. Shit eating grin plastered on as he caresses your face lightly, the cool metal of his garnet signet ring sending a shiver through your heated cheeks.
A low hum comes from his throat at the sight, and he draws you closer once more. You find yourself getting lost in the kiss as it gets more heated, the hand in your hair becoming more possessive in its grasp. Once your tongues meet you move from your spot on the couch fluidly onto his sprawled lap. You don’t miss the breathy curse that leaves him as he moves quickly to set his drink down on a golden side table, knocking over several glass ornaments in his fervour. Neither of you care to check the damage, in the back of your head you already know they’re probably priceless. Oh well.
With both of his large hands free from distraction he grips your hips down onto him, feeling him stiffen underneath you. His hands had felt nice on your lower back earlier in the night but this was heaven. Just the right amount of manhandling without being too painful, he pawed anywhere he could hold onto as you moaned into his mouth. He bucks up into you at that, and spreads his rough hands along the flesh of your ass before squeezing and grinding you against him. You push him further into the couch, pressing your heaving chest against his own. The heat is gonna kill you.
You groan against him as you feel yourself grow wet at all this. You never do shit like this. But you’re getting hot and heavy with a certified mobster Howard Hughes would be jealous of. He breaks the kiss first before moving straight to your neck where he sinks his teeth into your flesh before soothing with his hot tongue laid flat against the broken skin.
“OH, OZ!” A chorus of voices chimes in a truly pornographic tone.
The both of you jump and are snapped out of the bubble you’d enjoyed. Oz looks directly to the right of the room, now seeing about half a dozen of the girls from the club giggling and faux moaning at the sight of their boss and his ‘friend’. He growls and throws the cushion behind him at the window pane looking into their dressing room, he knocks over a tall lamp in the process.
“KNOCK IT OFF, GIRLS” He booms, a comic frown painting his face as he glares at the women. The girls just giggle and run from the glass and back to their business. You bury your face in his neck completely mortified. He cools down and raises a hand to your upper back in comfort.
“M’Sorry about that, babe. The girls just like to make fun with me” He breathes in a light laugh. He feels you shake above him, your own mortification turning to laughter as well. You mumble into his velvet blazer.
“Should probably invest in some good curtains. You could spring for them in the budget I’m sure”
He lets out a deep belly laugh at that and you shake against his rising chest, his hands continuing to move slowly along your back.
“You want to get out of here? I’m a couple blocks away” He offers into your ear, hot breath moving the whisps of hair by his lips.
“Please, I don’t need an audience. As flattering as it is” you smile as you pull back to look at him.
You move off of him, smoothing your dress before you take your bag and phone in hand. He groans as he stands, circulation returning to his bad leg as he joins you at the stairs. Before he makes for the first step down, he throws his head into the dressing room.
“Goodnight, girls!” His voice dripping with sarcasm as he waves them off.
“Goodnight, Oz!” The girls return with harmonious sing song voices, giggles still working through the room.
You thankfully remembered to stop by coat check, winter in Gotham was no joke. While waiting for the man to return with your warm jacket, you saw new faces continuing to stream into the club. Oz has got to be sitting on a fortune here you think. The guy can’t even leave the club without a thousand goodbyes and handshakes to staff or customers. Once he finally makes it through the sea of outstretched hands and arms, his own hand returns to the small of your back. Now though it rests just above your ass as he exits the club. The sky is completely overcast, haze and fog settling over the streetlights of the Waterfront. You see the twin bouncers bid you both a goodnight as they vet and survey those impatiently waiting to enter the teeming club.
Oz points out his car that was brought round by a gangly man, barely out of his teens that seems to shake as Oz approaches him. Oz hands him a hundred-dollar bill and thanks him while you eye the vehicle. A no doubt custom Maserati in violet with gold trim. Jesus. While you ogle the choice of car, Oz opens the passenger side for you to escape the cool rain that began to dissipate. The interior is even more lavish you initially thought. Heated dark leather seats and a flat screen for a radio system. It suits Oz you realise, as if he was going to be driving an 80’s Cadillac with leopard interior. The driver side door opens, and Oz grimaces as he puts his bad leg in before shutting the door. The pain immediately swapped out for delight as he starts the car over, the screen flashing to life as he pulls out of the spot expertly and makes the short trip to his apartment. Shit. you had better text your friends before they get worried.
Okay don’t be mad. I’m going home with someone
OMG
Fuck off who
Girl…
Stop, not the guy from the bar???
Yes lmao
PLEASE SAY SIKE
GIRL.
Get it I guess… :/
You better give us all the nasty details tomorrow
The messages continue to flood in, you silence your phone and leave it on your lap. You are going to get so much shit for this you already know. Oz brings you back into the moment as he slides a hand onto your thigh when you pull up to a red light. He gives a firm squeeze that makes your toes curl in your shoes as he begins to drive through the wet city streets. This is gonna be good.
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Songs that Remind Me of Mammon <3:
Bad Habit - Steve Lacy
Stick - Ravyn Lenae
8NIGHTS - Dafna
golden hour - JVKE
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J&E in Cancun
just the most lovely vacation to go in April when it’s getting warmer in nyc but still cold. as soon as i arrived, i felt so sad it was ending soon. we were there 6n/7 days. so- note to self, try to stay around 7/8nights next time.
it was so chill and so american!
1. very tropical
2. solid 80s with a soft breeze, so still hot. def socal weather
3. the buses were so sketch whenever we explored out on the hotelstrip lol. 1$ cash or 18 pesos and some buses they just pickup/dropoff at random places, very abrupt
4. also sketch to just jaywalk the hotel strip. no traffic signs really haha
5. massage on the beach was so special and the best. never knew u could do that.
6. super american. and touristy. i was shocked. it was like i was in LA lol. everything in english, almost everyone from america... disappointed tacos weren’t as delicious but apparently cancun is all about the seafood.the only joint we thought was solid was la perilla. our fave restaurant was porfirios (contemporary mexican). didnt rly feel i got the full “authentic” expeirence but i think that’s just cancun
7. we exchanged more pesos than we needed. almost everyone took card
8. only excursion was the cenote, snorkeling w/ turtles which was soo worth it to us! but omg getting to cenote was like indiana jones ride except way longer and bumpier and gave me hella motion sickness. will do tulum next time. seeing a turtle was just sooo cool.
9. timeshare presentation - next time maybe opt out haha. we got discount excursion but not sure if it was worth it.
10. traffic can be awful to/from excursion bc there’s rly only 2 lanes
11. beaches are BEAUTIFUL. i’d rate it a top beach. so far.. i’d say maldives, then hawaii+cancun are tied. santorini was beautiful but not a beach u can jump into
so thankful we had a getaway for ~7 days. it was so relaxing. a lot of doing nothing, chillin on the resort. next time, i hope to stay in the resort more and maximize resort time. we also didn’t exercise at all. meep. next time, maybe try to be more active, but being a lazy potato was also super nice.
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Happy first night of Chanukah. 8 nights of oily foods. Had a box of latke mix. Will do the shredded potatoes after I go shopping.
Hmm maybe I should make a matzo ball soup. 🤔
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