#I have to start now or I won't finish by Tuesday but I just CAN'T

[roosterforme]

It's Okay, Daddy's Here | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Even after your honeymoon is over, you find yourself needing your husband all the time. One Saturday, when Bradley is out with the guys, you have an itch you just can't scratch by yourself. When he comes home and finds you a desperate, horny mess, he assures that "It's okay, Daddy's here." 

Warnings: Smut and fluff

Length: 2200 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots and other series! (But it can be read on its own) Check my masterlist in my profile for the reading order!

You couldn't understand what had happened to you since you stopped taking your birth control pills, but you'd been insatiable for the last month and a half. The ten day honeymoon you and Bradley had spent in Hawaii had been pure perfection. And now you'd been enjoying your husband as frequently as you could get your hands on him since returning home.

"What do you mean you're going golfing tomorrow morning?" you asked Bradley as you got undressed for bed on Friday night. You paused, naked with his tee shirt in your hands, and gaped at him. "Roo. That'll be hours. And then the guys will want to go out for drinks," you whined. "You won't be here to fuck me."

He groaned and patted his lap before he reached for you. "Tee time at the country club is Javy's Christmas present to all of us, so I agreed to go." You tossed the shirt aside and climbed up onto the bed to straddle his thighs. "But I can cancel, Baby Girl," he grunted, palming your tits as you leaned in closer to kiss him.

"No," you moaned against his mouth. "I don't want Javy to be mad at me. But you better do me so good right now, Roo. Seriously."

"Don't I always?" he growled, flipping you onto your back and running his fingers down along your belly and over your tattoo. "Don't I always take care of you?" 

"I have the best husband," you whispered as his lips connected with your neck. Then his fingers met your clit, and he eased his body weight down on top of you. And it was heavenly. And he fucked you hard into the bed until you came, screeching his name. And then you slept all night long, curled up on his warm chest in a state of satiated bliss. 

But as soon as you woke up to a cold, empty bed late Saturday morning, you flopped onto your back and tried to coax yourself back to sleep once more. But you couldn't. The need was almost immediate as you sat up. The bedding smelled like Bradley, and you knew you needed to go into the other room. 

After you grabbed your glasses and pulled on his soft UVA shirt, you went to make some coffee. But as it brewed, your mind wandered to how good he looked in his white golf pants and polos. You hoped he was wearing that deep blue floral print shirt that hugged his biceps. 

"Good Lord," you gasped, fixing your coffee the way you liked it and walking out onto the back patio with Tramp. But even the chilly December San Diego air couldn't cool you down. Bradley was probably getting all sweaty right now, gripping his nine iron and wearing those soft gloves. 

"Jesus," you whined, pacing around and sipping your hot coffee. "Just chill. You made it through work all week without him." But that wasn't exactly true. On Tuesday, you'd fucked him on your lunch break in the backseat of the Bronco in the parking garage. And on Thursday afternoon, he'd come into your office reeking like jet fuel and fucked you up against your file cabinet.

Tramp looked up at you when you let out a noise close to a whimper. You finished your coffee and went back inside to start packing for the Christmas holidays, but as soon as you opened your underwear drawer, you caught sight of all of your wedding lingerie, and you had to leave the room again. 

A shower. That would help. But you tried hot water and then cold water, and you just ended up with your back pressed against the tile wall, stroking our fingers over your clit. You must be ovulating. That would explain a lot right now. But as you tried to get yourself off, you kept coming up short. 

"No," you whined, dipping your fingers into your own slick before bringing them back up to your clit. When you managed to get the tiniest bit of relief, you finished up in the shower and went to get dressed. 

But you ended up pulling out your vibrators only to glare at them, because they did not look as appealing as Bradley did. "Fuck," you grumbled, tossing them back where they belonged and kicking your drawer closed. 

How much longer could golf possibly take? You'd be fine until you could get the real thing. You could wait.

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Bradley rushed through the eighteenth hole, hoping to get back home to you faster, but the guys weren't having it. 

"Let's hit up the bar," Hangman drawled. "Drinks are on me."

Bradley opened his mouth to protest, but Jake cut him off and said, "And don't even try to use your wife as an excuse, Bradshaw. You and Angel can go a few hours without your hands all over each other. The honeymoon is over."

But it wasn't. It really wasn't. Bradley wanted his hands and mouth on you at the moment so badly, he hoped the honeymoon would never end. 

"Fine," he grumbled. "One drink." But one turned into two, and the jukebox at the Hard Deck was playing Christmas music, and Penny got him to dance with her before he was able to sneak out. He had been gone most of the day.

As he walked back to the Bronco late in the afternoon sunlight, he texted you and let you know he was finally on his way home. Your response was almost instantaneous. 

Baby Girl Bradshaw: Hurry

"Damn," he muttered, starting up the engine and rushing home to get to you. He thought maybe you'd be waiting for him in bed, wearing that little red lingerie set he liked so much, but what he discovered was even better. 

"Holy shit," he muttered as soon as he walked inside the front door. His golf bag clattered to the floor as you turned your head to look over your shoulder at him.

"Roo," you moaned, and it was the neediest, most beautiful thing he had ever heard in his life. And before he knew it, he was palming himself through his white golf pants at the sight of you naked, straddling the arm of the living room couch. Your back was to him as you rubbed your bare pussy up and down the arm, back arched and whining softly. 

He stumbled closer to you, his eyes glued to your ass as you moved in the most appealing way. You were leaving glistening streaks of your slick along the upholstery, and it was so fucking hot. 

"What's going on, Baby Girl?" he managed to ask as you looked back at him again.

"I can't help it," you gasped, your voice bordering on pitiful as you sucked in a deep breath. "I'm so fucking horny, Bradley. I've tried masturbating all day, but nothing feels as good as you do." 

"Oh, Sweetheart," he rasped, unzipping his pants and getting himself ready. "You should have called me."

"Please! I need you. Make it go away."

You were almost in tears now as Bradley put his hands on your hips, helping you rock your soaking wet pussy against the couch. "Shh. Daddy's home now. It's okay, Daddy's here." He stood behind you and kissed your bare shoulder, letting his fingers skim up your belly to stroke the undersides of your breasts. 

"Oh! Your fingers feel so good," you groaned, planting your hands on the back of the couch and rocking your hips a little faster.

"How did you get like this, Baby Girl?" he whispered next to your ear, pressing the front of his body to your back as you rocked your pussy along, trying to find some satisfaction. "You're like a dog in heat," he groaned, squeezing your nipples. 

"I know," you keened, head tossed back to give him access to your neck. "I'm ovulating."

"Oh, hell," he grunted. That was music to Bradley's ears as you bumped his hard cock with your ass every time you rolled your hips. "You need me to fuck you?" he asked softly, licking a stripe up your neck. "You need my cum?"

"Please, Daddy," you begged softly, but he could hear the desperation there. "Fuck me."

Bradley eased away from you and lifted you up a bit by your hips as you whined. "Aww, Sweetheart," he said, stroking his fingers along your ass down to your soaking wet pussy while he admired the wet spot on the couch. "You need me."

You looked back at him and nodded as he palmed your ass up in the air. "I need you, Daddy," you said, your voice breaking with tears in your eyes.

Bradley stroked your soft skin and asked, "Do you know how bad I want you knocked up?"

You nodded again, practically on the verge of tears. "I know it."

Bradley set you down gently on the arm once more, tipping you forward slightly so your clit was rubbing against the wet spot you made. Then he grabbed his cock as you wiggled your ass at him, just begging to have him fill you up. 

"I got you," he promised, rubbing himself through your wetness. "I'll take care of everything."

With one steady thrust, he filled you and bottomed out. A sound of relief escaped you as you moaned, "Daddy." Bradley pulled you snug to him by your hips, and with each fluid thrust, he helped you rock your clit against the couch. 

Bradley kept you going at a steady pace, fucking you nice and slow as he guided you along, praising you for being the perfect wife. "You always look so good for me. With your pretty pussy and that ass on display. You know how much I like coming home to find you ready for me?"

"Tell me," you whispered, starting to clench around him. 

He kissed along your neck as you jerked yourself along a little faster. "I love it when you're waiting for me to fill you up. I love how needy you are."

Bradley knew you were close now, so he let you ride the arm of the couch and bump back along his length while he held himself still for you. And then you were cumming, shaking against his body, reaching back for his hands as you clenched around his cock and sobbed softly. 

"You feel better?" he asked, still fucking you slow and steady. You were like a feral animal that only he was able to tame. 

"So much better," you whispered, turning and licking his bicep. "You're all sweaty, Roo. You smell so good."

"Damn it," Bradley grunted. Now he was starting to feel slightly unhinged over you. His wife needed him so badly around the clock right now. He expected that your body would start to adjust to being off birth control, and this extreme need for him would start to ease up. But for now, he didn't mind one bit. And he wanted to keep you filled up with his cum until it took.  

He slammed into you a little harder as you gazed lovingly at him over your shoulder. "You can do it, Daddy." He reached for your chin, grabbing you and kissing you a little rough. 

"Oh, fuck." Then he was filling you before he collapsed against your back. Bradley ran his hands along your pristine skin, paying extra attention to your tits as he caught his breath. "I can't believe I found you riding the couch like this."

"Nothing would even take the edge off, Bradley. Just you."

He squeezed your tits and ran his nose behind your ear. "I love you. Next time, you call me. I drop everything for you whenever I can. You understand me?"

"Yes." Your voice was soft and calm now, and he could tell you were feeling much better. 

"That's my girl." When he withdrew from your pussy, and his cum leaked out onto the arm of the couch, Bradley whispered, "Don't move."

He dug his phone out of his pocket and took some photos of you turning to look at him with a sweet, fucked out expression on your face and a messy pussy. He knew those images would keep him warm when he was deployed. Then he helped you stand right in front of him, and both of you admired the soiled arm of the couch together.

"Beautiful," Bradley murmured next to your ear, stroking his fingers along your belly and wishing. 

He watched you run your finger through the mess before licking it and turning to kiss him. You traced his lips with your tongue and he tasted himself before you said, "I'll clean up the couch."

"No, you're going to go get in bed like a good girl. And after I clean up out here, I'll be ready to take the edge off for you again. Okay?"

You threw your arms around his neck and hugged him, and then he watched your ass as you headed to bed to wait for him to take care of you again.

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[nolita-fairytale]

burn your life down | chef luca x fem!reader | chapter six

summary: you go to luca's place for the first time and talk about what you might want to be.

warnings: fluff, eventual smut, eventual angst not use of y/n, conversations about divorce, slow burn, baby, second person pov, swearing, danish inaccuracies, very little connection to the world of the bear.

word count: 3.8k

listen to: the playlist is finally ready, though no promises that i won't add to it down the line! you can listen here.

a/n: i have a busy week ahead of me so i wanted to get this chapter out as soon as possible because leaving you guys with a kiss and no resolution is just cruel. that and i just can't get them out of my head. i promise that chapter two of 'don't want to walk alone' is coming. let me know if you'd like to be added or removed from the taglist!

part five | masterlist | part seven

Luca doesn’t work nights – not on Saturdays, anyway – his hours are boringly predictable, starting at five AM for his daily pastry prep, while the rest of the kitchen – the ones that work on the line at least, take his dishes all the way to the finish line. 

He feels lucky, as he makes his way home from your restaurant, that he doesn’t have to do the late night thing anymore. Most of his colleagues get off of work around two, maybe three AM, before the restaurant closes from Sunday to Tuesday, and he doesn’t miss that schedule one bit. 

He’s also feeling pretty lucky because he hadn’t expected his conversation with you to go the way it had. Luca thought he’d come to your restaurant in an attempt to mend things, to reassure you that you could be friends and that the two of you could take a few steps back. Really, he thought that it may be easier that way –  perhaps the most realistic expectations for him to have considering it didn’t seem like you were ready. 

But then you kissed him. 

And he really, really hadn’t expected that.  

It’s not that he doubted your feelings for him – he can’t imagine that you’d spend all of this time with him, make such an effort to keep in contact so frequently if you weren’t feeling the same way – but Luca felt like the message was loud and clear the night of the ballet when you’d rejected his ask to keep the night going. He couldn’t hold it against you. You had only been divorced for just under two years, but it didn’t take the sting out of it – not even a little bit. So Luca had come to the restaurant this evening, sure that your answer would be no again: that you weren’t ready, that you just needed to be friends – something he’s willing to, something he wants to be able to give to you.

Luca had agonized over it all yesterday, and most of today, really. He knew that you’d panicked on Thursday, and he was eager to reassure you that you had nothing to worry about when it came to him; he didn’t want you to have anything to worry about it when it came to him. So he pushes the thought to the back of his mind, that one day, maybe a friendship with you won’t be enough, but he figures at best, that it was a problem for a future version of him. 

But the kiss changed things – or at least he hopes it does. He knows he can’t force it, but god, does he want you to be ready. As Luca enjoys his walk home from your restaurant – one that’s quickly becoming a well-known neighborhood spot – he heads in the direction of his Norrebro flat, deciding that he’ll just embrace the joy for now; embrace the fact that you kissed him because it’s not like he can predict what happens next. 

He replays the moment over and over in his mind: the way that you kissed him when words failed you, the feeling of your lips on his, the way his heart fluttered as he moved in closer towards you so that he could kiss you back. 

Before he gets home, he’s got a text from you, confirming that it’s alright that you come over later and he’s quick to reply yes, sending his address along with a ‘just text me when you’re on your way.’ Luca spends a little time tidying up his place in anticipation of your arrival. He makes a quick dinner – something simple, easy, a childhood comfort bowl of aglio e olio – before putting something old and familiar on the telly for background noise. 

By the time he’s managed to settle in for the evening, it’s a few hours later, and a ping echoes through his Copenhagen flat, alerting him that he has a message. Luca glances over at his phone to see that it’s a message from you, letting him know that you’re on your way.

His heart skips a beat. Luca takes a breath, before setting his book to the side, and makes his way to the kitchen so that he can put on the kettle. 

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It only takes a few moments after knocking on his door that Luca answers, all smiles and nervous energy as you stand in his doorway, with a similar nervous energy. 

“Hi,” he greets you softly. 

“Hi,” you smile back at him, unable to keep your heart from melting. 

It’s now or never, sister, you think to yourself as words of encouragement. 

The soft golden light of his living room lamps bring a warmth to his already welcoming-persona, as you step inside. You’re not sure whether you should kiss him or not, the question hanging over both of your heads in a tenuous way, so instead, you let him pull you into his arms for a long hug. 

“I’m glad you came,” he begins, his lips moving against your hair. 

“Think I’d chicken out?” you chuckle in response, with your teasing question as you pull away from your hug. 

He laughs, locking his front door as he says back, “I… think that’s a trick question.”

“Fair enough,” you concede, because you’re not going to make him answer it anyways. 

The kettle he seems to have put on whistles, signaling that it’s ready, as Luca hurries towards his kitchen area in the open-concept space. You take this as a chance to look around his living area before you get to talking. 

“So this is your place,” you observe, speaking loudly enough that he can still hear you. 

“Uh, yeah,” he calls back to you as he fiddles with the knobs to his gas stove, cutting the heat. 

You hear him ask you how the restaurant was, how the night went, and you reply, exchanging small talk as you take in the scene. He’s got one of those places where everything has its place, everything has a home, yet it’s warm. Your eyes glaze over the grey couch that maybe seats three, that sits across from a simple, yet stylish coffee table. His bookshelf is bursting at the seams with cookbooks, copies of classic literature you grew up reading in school, and a photo of him and a woman that you can only assume is his mother. 

“Tea?” Luca asks you with a raised eyebrow. 

“Please,” you answer as you watch Luca moving around his kitchen. 

You take a seat towards the center of his couch, picking up one of his coffee table books so that you can flip through it. You run your fingers over the spine, making a note in your head that he seems to have a thing for trainers, examining Luca’s copy of Nike: Better Is Temporary that’s been thoughtfully placed on his coffee table. 

“How do you take it?” he continues, eyeing you carefully as you flip through his coffee table book. 

As you look up, your eyes easily find his, and there’s something in the way he looks at you, a coquettish glimmer that matches his crooked smile so well that it hurts, and it makes you glad that you’ve already made up your mind about what you want to happen after tonight. 

“Just a little honey,” you reply, watching as he drops a sugar cube in his own mug, adding a splash of milk. 

He hums along with the lo-fi hip hop playlist that plays softly in the background as he finishes up with both cups of tea, so comfortable in his own space – so comfortable around you. Holding tightly onto both mugs, Luca makes his way over to you placing your mug down on the coffee table in front of you. 

He smirks, glad that you’ve chosen to sit more towards the center of the couch and not at the opposite end, taking this as a good sign. You exchange a few more words back and forth, more of the ‘how are you’ and ‘how was your day’ and ‘what’ve you been up to’s’ as you drink your tea. 

Really, you’re just biding your time, dancing around the thing that you came here to talk about as you make small talk instead that seems to die out before it’s really had a chance to get anywhere. 

You and Luca settle into a pregnant silence once again, before you open your mouth to speak, mustering up the courage to be the first one to bring it up. 

“So,” you start, and all of a sudden you feel like a blushing schoolgirl with a silly crush all over again. 

“So,” Luca repeats, raising his mug to his lips before taking a sip. 

“You kissed me.”

You giggle, rolling your eyes playfully, as you reach for your mug like it’s there for emotional support. 

“I kissed you, yeah,” you echo, unable to hide the way the corners of your lips turn up into a smile in response to your admission. “Did you… like… that I kissed you?”

“Oh, yeah. No, it was great,” Luca rallies, enthusiastic yet somewhat clumsy. 

“Yeah, that’s… great,” you reply, less than gracefully as well. “Why is this… so hard?”

“I don’t know, love,” he empathizes, his eyes soft as he embraces the awkwardness with open arms. 

The two of you exchange a look – one of ‘what the hell are we doing’ – and a quiet laugh acknowledging that you both feel quite silly. Your heart swells, and the fact that you feel joy instead of panic is a greenlight as you decide that you might as well speed through it before it has a chance to change. 

“Luca, I-,” you begin, giving yourself time to get the words you want to say out. “I meant what I said earlier – that I really like you – and I do. It’s just….” You pause, shifting your body so that you’re facing him as you confess:

“I sort of… haven’t really dated anyone… not since the divorce.”

“No one?”

You shake your head. 

“I just… I haven’t been ready. Haven’t met anyone that I was really all that interested in either until, well till you,” you explain, hoping that it doesn’t feel like you’ve just raised the stakes with your admission. 

“So does that mean… are you telling me… that you are – open to this, I mean?” he asks, hesitantly, because he really doesn’t want to get his hopes up. 

“Yes. I-, I want to be. I think… I won’t know if I don’t try, you know?” you answer honestly, desperately wanting to make it clear that your hesitancy has nothing to do with him, as you muster up the courage to declare with conviction:

“And I want to try. With you.”

Before Luca can get a word in, it’s almost as if your words get away from you. It’s funny, really, that earlier you didn’t have the words to express what you wanted to say, and now it seems like you have too many. 

“And I would understand if you decided that taking a chance on a ‘maybe’ didn’t work for you because…” you trail off, succumbing to the nervous rambling in your head as the words seem to tumble out of your mouth. 

“Because you deserve a sure ‘yes’ and I-, I think I’m still discovering what that looks like for me. I mean, this is uncharted territory. And like… what if I don’t know how to do this? What if I’ve entirely forgotten how to date? What if I’m bad at it?” 

Luca sets his now half-full mug down on the coffee table before shifting his body so that he’s now a few inches closer to you. 

“Then we’ll both be bad at it… at least for a little bit, until we find our footing, that is…” Luca assures you, placing his hands over yours as he moves one more inch closer to you. 

And then he says this next part with so much confidence that you’re halfway to believing it yourself. 

“...because, I think this might be something we could be really good at.”

“Yeah?” you ask, your voice caught in your throat as you find yourself completely overwhelmed by this man’s kindness, his patience, and his compassion. 

“Yeah,” he nods in response, the corners of his lips turning up into a smile. 

You pull your hands away, just for a moment, so that you can return your mug to the coffee table as well, scooting a little closer to him this time. 

“So… would this mean… that we’re seeing each other?” you ask, contemplating the weight of the words that make up your question. You watch him carefully, searching his face for a reaction as he nods slowly. 

“Yeah, I’d like to start. Seeing you, that is,” he answers, his hands reaching for yours once again. 

Taken aback by his answer – and that it could really be this simple – you nod, trying your best to process as you mutter:

“Okay, yeah. I think-. Okay.” 

“Are you panicking right now?” he asks you softly, a more playful tone in his voice as you chuckle, closing your eyes for a moment. 

“Yeahhhh, a little,” you confess on an exhale, only feeling a little silly. 

“It’s okay,” he says, giving your hands a gentle squeeze. As you open your eyes, you immediately catch his, and you swear you could get lost in how deep and blue they are. You’re sitting impossibly close to him, and it’s taking all of your self-restraint not to thoughtlessly dive in – your head and your heart at a standstill, unable to declare a clear winner. 

“The thing is…” Luca trails off as his eyes flicker from yours to your lips, leaning in. “I don’t think a lot has to change. We already spend so much of our time together.” 

You lean in towards him too, wanting nothing more than for your lips to be on his again. 

“And we can take it slow.” 

“I’m good with slow,” you whisper, leaning in a little closer. 

“I just need you to talk to me, alright? If you start freaking out again,” Luca requests, and you know it’s a perfectly reasonable ask. 

“I will,” you agree with a slight nod of your head. You sink your teeth into your bottom lip, before continuing with your very important question of: 

“But not too slow?” 

Luca chuckles, and he can feel your breath against his lips as you speak, glad you’re thinking the exact same thing. 

“We’ll go at whatever pace feels right,” he declares, bringing a hand up to cup your face, dangerously close to you now as the two of you engage in a game of chicken. 

Luca could care less about who does what first, and he’s more than willing to light the match if that’s what it takes. His hand feels hot against your jaw and you can feel the anticipation between the two of you. 

“Can I kiss you now?” he practically growls, under his breath.

“Please,” you reply, before crashing your lips into his. 

This kiss is different than before – than earlier today outside of your restaurant. It’s no longer a first. And you no longer have curious onlookers, passersby on the street, or nosy best friends who can’t help eavesdropping to worry about. It only takes you a moment to react as you lean into him, deepening the kiss. Luca’s hands are warm against your body, cupping your face, while the other moves to your back, pressing you closer to him – something you’re more than happy to comply with. 

The kiss starts out slow, tentative, as Luca kisses you deeply, more than eager to pick up where you left off earlier, but this time with the confidence of knowing that time is on your side. Luca breathes you in as he sucks on your top lip, before pressing his tongue against the seam of your lips. Your hands slide over his shoulders, snaking one of your hands up and behind the back of his head as you savor the way he tastes like chamomile and mint. 

You’re reminded of how fun this is supposed to be – getting to know someone new, making out like horny teenagers, dating – as your tongue tangles with Luca’s, chasing his lips like your life depends on it. It’s as if all of your worries, all of your doom what-ifs disappear for a moment, when you allow yourself to relax and enjoy what’s happening. 

You said it earlier: you’ll only know if you try, and Luca – and the way you feel about him – really, really makes you want to try. 

You whimper as he pulls away, only to be pleasantly surprised as he begins nipping at your jawline, behind your ear, ghosting his lips across the bare skin of your neck. You feel him smile against your skin as he presses a kiss to the hollow of your throat, earning something between a gasp and a laugh from you. You forget how to breathe for a moment with that way he’s kissing you, but when Luca returns his lips to yours, it’s as if he’s realized that it’d be all too easy to get carried away like a runaway train. 

He places a slow, gentle kiss to your lips that takes up a full beat, then moves to the tip of your nose, leaving a gentler, more playful kiss there that earns a giggle from your lips. Finally, he presses the softest kiss against your forehead – one that seems to say: 

I care about you. 

He’s left you completely and entirely breathless as you begin to blink your eyes open, reluctantly coming back down to Earth as you exhale a:

“Woah.”

“Big woah,” Luca echoes in agreement, as the two of you exchange a laugh again.

“In the name of ‘slow, but not too slow,’ I think this means I should probably go home tonight,” you say reluctantly. 

“I figured as much,” Luca replies, respectfully. 

“But… I’ll call you. Tomorrow. Maybe… we can have a coffee?” you propose, hopefully. 

“I’d really like that,” he agrees. 

You get up off the couch, as Luca offers to take your mug to the kitchen. You make sure you have all of your things on your way to his front door, before you stop, turning to him. 

“Thank you. For being so… understanding, so patient with me,” you say, because it really does mean a lot to you. 

“You make it easy, love. Get home safe,” he replies, kissing you one last time. 

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Like you promised, you call Luca first thing in the morning, unsure if he’s going to be up already. You assume so, considering he’s at work most mornings at 5 AM, but you figure it’s something you’ll learn about each other now that you’re seeing each other. 

Holy shit. 

You’re dating again. 

And this time, as it all hits you, you find yourself more excited than nervous about the idea of dating again. Of course, it’s not like you’ve eradicated every fear, every thought, every what-if you have about starting something new with someone new, but the fact that that someone new seems to be the source of your excitement. 

You don’t spend long on the phone – just an exchange of good mornings, of how’d you sleeps, of you’re on my minds – as the two of you make a plan. 

A proper, yet casual date. 

A coffee date, you suggest, just like you had last night. 

Slow, but not too slow. 

It seems a little silly, considering you’ve been on a date before, but you remind yourself that in the end that date went horribly awry, and that although you’ve been to coffee with Luca before, this time, it really is a date. 

You decide to meet up at a coffee shop in the City Centre, something about pistachio croissants and getting there before they sell out, and before you know it, he’s waiting for you outside of your place, ready to lead the way. 

As you approach the cafe that Luca’s gone on and on about all morning, you spot a certain familiar three people sitting at a table outside, enjoying their morning coffees. You watch as Jesper goes on, animatedly explaining, perhaps this week’s spiciest sexcapade to both Mathilde and her husband, on the edge of their seats. 

Jesper, though mid-story, is the first to notice you and Luca’s presence, waving an arm to grab your attention as soon as he sees you. 

“Hej! Great timing. We were just talking about the two you,” Jesper calls out, as both you and Luca approach the cafe table. 

“Well, well. Where are you two coming from?” Mathilde asks, a smug smirk on her face plastered to her face. “Looks like you two figured things out.”

“Mathilde!” you exclaim as her husband lets out a hearty laugh, shaking his head incredulously at his wife. 

“My wife is a little bit cheeky – and alotta bit mischievous. You’ll have to excuse her from time to time,” the man says, extending a hand out towards Luca. “I’m Emil.”

“Luca. It’s nice to meet you,” Luca answers, as Mathilde shoots you a ‘you better call and tell me everything later’ look, as the boys exchange pleasantries.

Choosing to ignore her previous statement, you turn your attention to Jesper as you ask: “What’s going on?”

“Oh just having a little morning coffee, catching up on Jesper’s wild, single life… He’s trying to rope me and Emil into something this coming Saturday and I know that Emil’s planning on dragging me there whether I like it or not,” Mathilde jokes, playfully nudging her husband. 

“Jesper got put on the list for this club opening next weekend. We were just talking about who might like to join,” Emil explains simply. 

“That so?” you ask with a raise of an eyebrow in Mathilde’s direction. It’s a ‘how do I know that we are about to get dragged along with you’ kind of look, and Mathilde simply shrugs in return. 

“Jesper’s always getting invited to these kinds of things, so we tag along when we can keep up,” Mathilde explains, this time directing her explanation to the newest addition to the group, Luca. 

“Which is rare,” Jesper teases, earning a snort and an eye roll from his twin sister. Jesper turns his attention back to you and Luca with words of encouragement. “No, it’s perfect timing that we were just talking about you and then, here you are! A sign from the gods. You must come – the both of you!”

“I don’t usually work Saturday nights so,” Luca begins, glancing over in your direction to feel you out on Jesper’s request.

“I… could be up for it, yeah,” you answer, hesitantly as you send a small nod in response. 

“Great, it’s settled then. I’ll have them put you both on the list,” Jesper smiles an accomplished smile. 

You’re not sure what you’re getting into (and you’re sure that you’ll have to catch Luca up on Jesper’s wild adventures later), but right now, you think that maybe, you're entering a chapter of ‘yes.’

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a/n: are we doing okay?! did we love the makeout!? are we ready for smut?!? yes, yes, and yes?!

#chef luca #will poulter #luca the bear #the bear season 2 #the bear headcanon #luca x reader #the bear hulu #the bear fx #the bear fanfiction #chef luca x reader #pastry chef luca #burn your life down

[weebsinstash]

I would ruin him. (Clark)

My Adventures With Superman Clark hits me as the kind of yandere where you fuck him after a few casual drinks because he's just so cute and dorky like just the nerdiest shy little hunk you can't help but spank his bubble butt and ride him till he's about to cry and then later on you find out you took his virginity and that casual fucking doesn't exist in his world and he wants you as a serious partner now and won't really take no for an answer

Like lowkey he gives me Izuku energy with how he's, a sweet dedicated uwu baby (like motherfucker LITERALLY makes the cat mouth in one episode) but can be an absolute menace when you upset him or rather, when he's worried for your wellbeing. You can scream and yell and say the most awful things to him and he won't raise a hand against you but if anyone hurt you... well. I mean. They'll be grievously injured is all I'm saying.

Just the idea of absolutely wrecking his shit in bed just like really giving it to him and blowing his poor lil country boy mind as you permanantly punch the hole in that v card of his and afterwards you're just, back at the office like it's nothing, thinking you just got some amazing dick but nothing else, meanwhile he thinks you're like. Dating now 😭 god could you even imagine if you two start regularly getting coffees or like, doing small things together, and you just take it as like hanging out platonically and, he thinks you're going on dates and are officially dating and one day he just outright catches you with another man and is CRUSHED that you basically just say "what??? We had a one night stand, I thought that was just a casual thing?? Bro you thought us hanging out as friends was a date????"

Clark going home taking off his glasses to cry in front of his shrine of photos of you with candles and everything 😭 he's kept receipts from getting coffee or catching a movie together, bought a tube of the same kind of hand cream you use so he can have something that smells like you and also uses it too (it's good stuff, thanks for the unintentional recommendation!), he's got like notebooks with flowcharts and ideas for future potential dates, all sorts of personal notes about you, what you like, plans for the future together, some real over the top shit, bro is practically planning for marriage

You could quit your job to avoid this man and he'd be stalking you as Superman but I think it'd be hilarious if you said "Clark I know that's you :/" just, almost right away. Or, he gets on your good side as Superman while you avoid him as Clark, so, some real miraculous ladybug love triangle shit. LMAOOO imagine going to let Supes get in those guts because you think he's so hunky and cute and he's like absolutely blowing your back out, really taking charge, it's amazing, and you flip him over and it's. Seeing him on his back with his hair all tossled already with him inside of you that THEN you're like "oh shit CLARK???" but like he won't let you hop off until you've both finished either 😩❤️

He's just so. Cute and young in this new show. I want to like. Be the milf neighbor he chases after. I want to invite him in for some lemonade after he helps cut my grass and I suck him off so good he comes back every single week to "help me around the house" 👌 I fix his glasses and ruffle his hair as he leaves my front step with a blush. I wave to him with a wine glass in hand in my fuzzy pink robe and thank him for 'fixing my plumbing' and that I'll see him again Tuesday 💅

#yandere x reader #yandere superman #sinprompts #yandere stuff #going to martha kents bookclub at her house only to sneak off and get railed by her son

[hils79]

Hils Watches Mysterious Lotus Casebook - Ep 34

I realised this morning that skipping watching any of this yesterday means I won't be finishing the drama on my birthday on Tuesday, which is what my schedule would have meant. Probably for the best. I'm sure the end will make me cry and no one wants to spend their birthday crying.

God, I only skipped one day and I have missed these idiots terribly. Onward!

I am weirdly fond of the turtle tank. What if we took a killing machine and made it cute?

Oh my god they gave Xiaobao a giant crossbow

*sigh* Di Feisheng I thought we were past this

He clearly doesn't look happy about what he's doing, and I thought his endgame was just to cure Li Xiangyi so they could fight again. Unless Shan Gudao has the magic healing flower that Di Feisheng needs?

Oh he wanted the box! Curse your sudden but inevitable betrayal (affectionate)

Ah, so I was sort of right. He has the flower but Di Feisheng didn't know. Or maybe he does know and he wants to trade the box for the flower.

Haha! Okay, he didn't know

Oh he is going to fuck Shan Gudao up

Is this going to be like The Sword in the Stone? Whoever pulls Li Xiangyi's sword from the cliff is worthy to wield it?

Poor Fang Duobing. Every time he decides to start trusting Li Lianhua again he gets lied to again.

The subs say confidant. I say soulmate.

They should hold hands

I love that it's the same now that he knows who Li Lianhua really is as it was before

Yeah, see, he knows Di Feisheng has some bigger plan

Of course he wants to kill the sect leader who abused him as a kid. I don't know why I didn't think of that. I support you, A-Fei. Fuck him up!

Okay, I am LOVING the dramatic choral music as he slowly walks through the place where he grew up, killing anyone who tries to stop him.

God, I love him

Yeah, death is too good for him

He freed all the kids who were still there. I am bawling.

He's made peace with his shitty childhood, now he's going to make peace with his young adulthood. Love that for him.

Of course she's back right at the worst possible moment

Poor Di Feisheng keeps getting poisoned

Oh shit she really fucked him up! Broke his wrists and his ankles so he can't fight or run.

I know it's because she's evil but the constant cackling is really grating

Remember when I said Jiao Liqiao was the only straight person in this drama? Apparently she wants a wife so I take it back.

Gosh he's so pretty

Swordplay, foreplay, it's all the same thing when you're Li Lianhua

Oh I forgot about his og sword at his old sect. I bet he ends up taking it back. He wants a sword that isn't tainted by Shan Gudao

DO NOT

#hils watches #hils watches mysterious lotus casebook #hils watches cdramas #mysterious lotus casebook #cdrama

[igot-sarang-ggg]

Jolyne's Teacher pt.3 (Teacher reader x Jotaro)

Chapter 3- Coffee

Chapter 2- Panic |Masterlist| Chapter 4- Monday

Small Summary: It's a new school year, you're a third grade teacher at an elementary school in Florida with Jolyne Cujoh being in your class.

It was now Friday, "Alright class see you all on Tuesday. You'll have a sub in on Monday since I have an appointment I can't miss." I really wish I didn't have that appointment, "So, please behave while I'm gone."

"Yes Ms. L/N!" They all shouted, "All right, the bell is about to ring. Grab your things. Those taking the bus can leave once the bell rings." I grabbed my things and waited until the final bell. "Ms. L/n my dad wants to thank you for your help on open house." Jolyne spoke, "You're welcome just be careful and don't do that again, okay." She nodded and smiled, finally, the bell rang. "Have a great weekend guys see you all on Tuesday!"

Exiting the room with the rest of the students I locked the door and headed out with them. As I walked behind them someone tapped my shoulder, "Y/n, you have any plans for the weekend." Ms. Jones asked, "If you don't then we could go out and have a girl's night out. What do you say?" I smiled awkwardly at her, I've never really liked her and neither have the other teachers. "I already have plans for the weekend, sorry."

"With who? Last I checked, you were divorced and weren't seeing anyone." This bitch. "It doesn't concern you who I go out with. Plus, I have an appointment I need to prepare for... So, Enjoy your weekend alone." I gave her a fake smile and continued walking to the car pick-up area and into my car.

Once I got in my car, that's when the tears finally rolled out and I began to cry. Damn it, why would she... There was a knock on the window I quickly wiped away my tears and rolled them down. "Oh, Mr. Cujoh, what a surprise." I tried my best to smile at him but couldn't, "Sorry, didn't know that you were... I just wanted to say hi and I'll call you later today, okay." I simply nodded and we said goodbyes. Closing the window I took a deep breath, tried clearing my head, and headed home. Once I got home I took a shower and started grading some exams from today's test.

Today was a calm day, other than crying in front of Mr. Cujoh I'd say today was a success! It was now 11 pm getting close to midnight, I guess he might have forgotten to call me. I lay in bed getting ready to sleep when my phone rang, "Hello, Y/n speaking."

"Hey, it's Mr. Cujoh," He finally called, "Sorry for calling so late I was finishing up something for work and lost track of time. Is now a good time to talk or do you wanna talk in the morning?... You sound tired... Were you about to sleep?"

I cleared My throat, "No... Well yes, but we can still talk."

"Okay, I won't take up much of your time. We didn't discuss the location we'll be meeting tomorrow morning." I got out of bed, "Give me a moment. I don't know the address by memory." I looked through some draws and found the address to the bakery cafe. "Okay, so the address is..."

"Thank you... Would you like me to pick you up or will we meet there?" I would like for him to take me but I think it's best if we go separate. "We can meet up. Around Ten or eleven. Is that okay?" I put the paper away and sat on my bed. "Around Ten would be fine. I'll get going then, get some rest. See you tomorrow." His voice sounded soft but deep a the same time. "You too, Mr. Cujoh have a great night." I hung up the phone placed it down on my nightstand and stared at it for a moment. Now that I think about it, this would be the first time a parent has offered to take me for coffee to pay for what trouble their kid had caused. Mr. Cujoh seems like a great guy for taking the time to apologize to me this way.

The next morning came I was laying in bed thinking about Monday. I looked at the clock on the wall  I had an hour to get dress to meet with Mr. Cujoh, I got out of bed and headed to the shower. Starting the water I got in the bath and soon felt like someone was watching me. "Y/n, my sweet Y/n." I could feel his arms�� wrapped around me and could hear his voice close to my ear, "Why have you forgotten about me? I gave you everything didn't I."

"Leave me alone you're not real. You're dead." 

"That's no way to talk to your first love that way." His hands traveled to my neck. "There was no love between us. Just fear." The voice stopped but I could still feel his presence and his arms wrapped around me. I turned off the water and stepped out the shower and presence was now gone. I sighed wrapping myself in a towel and exiting the bathroom. He still haunts me even after death. I continued getting ready for today

I arrived at the Cafe, went inside and looked around for Mr. Cujoh... To be honest I don't remember much of his facial features due to being in a state of panic because Jolyne was alone at school, so his face is kind of a blur to me. "Excuse, Ms. L/n." Someone tapped my shoulder causing me to jump slightly. I turned around to see Mr. Cujoh... well more like his chest, "Hi Mr. Cujoh. Thanks again for inviting me for coffee." I smiled at him, "Your welcome, its the least I could do."

"Hi, how can I help you?" The cashier called us over. "Yes, I'll have the Cheese cream Pastelitos." I looked at Mr. Cujoh he seemed uncertain about what to order. "If you don't like Coffee they also have soft drinks, tea, and some baked goods too."

"I'll have the same thing as her and add three muffins." The cashier placed our orders and then we waited for them to be done. After it was done we sat down at one of the tables in the back. I took a sip from my drink not knowing what to say to him or how to break this thick ice in the air. "How long have to been teaching?" His question caught me off guard for a moment. "Since I was twenty years old. I taught in Japan for awhile and then moved to Florida." He raised an eyebrow, "You taught in Japan?" I nodded, "Yes for about two years before moving."

"I'm from Japan... born and raised there actually." I smiled slightly, "Same here, but I was only there until the age of thirteen and soon moved to Italy with my... family. My Japanese is a bit rusty." I chuckled, Mr. Cujoh tipped down his hat slightly. "So, tell me. Are you a marine vet or..."

"I'm a marine biologist. I guess you saw the pictures around the house." Before becoming a teacher I wanted to be a Vet and work with animals, "Yeah, I saw a lot of dolphin picture. I'm guessing you like dolphins huh?" I took a sip of my drink. "I do, they're one of my favorite marine animals."

We spent the rest of the morning talking about his work and research his been working on and about Jolynes grades in class. "It was nice getting to know you Mr. Cujoh." I started getting out of my seat when suddenly I felt as if someone was pulling me back, I lost my balance. Mr. Cujoh noticed and tried reaching his hand out to grab me. I closed my eyes waiting for the impact of the cold ground but it never came. Instead I felt something soft, warm, and a bit firm hit my body. "You okay?" I opened my eyes and was met face to face with Mr. Cujoh, "Y-yeah thank you," I took a step back trying not to panic at the sudden closed distance between us. "I must of lost my balance when I stood up, sorry." Looking at him he seemed to be lost in thought, he looked at me and smiled slightly. "No problem, just be careful next time."

 I nodded, "I have to get going I told Annie's parents I would pick up Jolyne at around twelve." I looked at my watch seeing it was now 11:53 pm. "Oh my, you should get going. Thank for the coffee Mr. Cujoh." 

 "Your welcome..." He walked me to my car, "My name's Jotaro by the way."  He took out his hand, "Y/n." I placed my hand on top of his; he firmly grasped my hand and shook it. "I have to get going. It was nice meeting with you y/n." He gently let go of my hand, "You too Jotaro." And with that he entered his car and drove off.

Series Masterlist

#jjba fanfic #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jojos bizarre adventure #jjba x reader #jjba x you #jojo x reader #jojo's bizarre adventure #jotaro kujo x reader #jjba jotaro #jotaro x reader #jotaro x y/n #kujo jotaro #jotaro kujo #jotaro cujoh #jotaro

[johaerys-writes]

Hello! Can you share some hcs/tidbits of Patrochilles that you choose not to show through the chapters of Disasters!AU? I'd love to see how you imagined them to be outside the picture😁 thank you, and have a nice day!!

Thank you so much for this ask!! I have a lot of headcanons for these two but after writing close to 150k words for this fic I'm not sure there are many I haven’t shared 😅 But there's a few that come to mind (mostly fluffy bc I love them):

- Every year Achilles makes a cake for Patroclus’s birthday. Every year, he fucks it up somehow. Either the frosting isn't right, or it doesn't cook all the way, or it deflates, or he forgets to get one ingredient or other. He has many talents but baking isn't one of them 🤣 And it's almost become kind of a tradition now so Achilles is always looking forward to Patroclus' reaction when he presents him his little fucked up cake. 

- They once tried to build a boat/raft from scraps and bits of wood they found in the garage and the fields. They started the project because a)they were bored, and b) Ajax told them that the Spercheios river goes all the way down to Athens (it doesn't). It took them two weeks to finish it and gather provisions etc for their voyage. They took it to the creek. It sank. Achilles cried for hours. It was wild

- I think this is obvious from the fic but as well as they get on with each other they do bicker quite a lot. Achilles can be deeply annoying and/or set in his ways, and Patroclus is also stubborn, in his own way. He is sometimes hesitant to try new things or might get a little sad and withdrawn or completely tune Achilles out, and Achilles just wants to shake him LOL. Also growing up Patroclus had to sometimes act as Achilles' impulse control, like "no we can't set this random pile of dried leaves by the side of the road on fire" or "no we won't ride to the beach at 3am on a winter Tuesday, we have class tomorrow" etc etc, but more often than not he is following Achilles in whatever dumb thing he's made up his mind to do, and then they bicker when it all goes south instead 🙃

- While they were in Phthia, they actually slept together almost every night whenever Peleus wasn't home. It wasn't romantic or anything at first, they just spent so much time together and in each other’s rooms that it didn't make sense to separate for sleep. Or sometimes they'd just fall asleep while talking/reading/watching films etc. Also like, with no parents or other caretakers in sight they were essentially each other’s source of comfort and affection and sometimes you just want to cuddle up with your bestie under a blanket and not do much else. ALSO also this isn't surprising bc the story deals quite a bit with toxic masculinity and internalised homophobia and how that affects Pat and Achilles, but I have a lot of thoughts about how the pressure to "man up" and "be tough" as they grew up really started to wear on them (especially Achilles), bc like what's wrong with crying or showing emotion or hugging your best friend or holding his hand or kissing him on the cheek! What's wrong with being soft and tender with the people you care about, what's wrong with any of it. So being able to come back home and have their safe space to vent and cry and be goofy and cuddle and not have to act a certain way around each other was such a lifesaver for them.

[Also I think their physical intimacy is something that's universal across every possible iteration of Patrochilles out there lol they're just super comfortable touching and hugging and kissing etc and I simply love how it might not even have sexual connotations a lot of the time, it's just something they do. They just like to glomp]

- I think this has been mentioned in the fic at some point, but Achilles often composes incredibly silly songs on the guitar or changes the lyrics to popular songs to tease Patroclus and Laika with. Often extremely early in the morning.

- Achilles has taught himself to knit and crochet as a result of a past hyperfixation over the span of a summer. The bright orange scarf he wears in Chapter 20 is one of his own creations, and Patroclus literally loves that thing. He teases him about it all the time. Achilles has made a few wonky beanies and mittens for Patroclus as well while he was practicing, they're very stylish (NOT lmao)

#thank you for the ask!! #patrochilles #disasters!patrochilles #sorry if none of these are news or if i'm repeating myself lol i hope this was fun to read at least!

[up-to-some-good]

written for @wolfstarmicrofic - November 13th Feeble

It was raining, because of course it was. It wasn't just a drizzle either. No, it was absolutely pouring as Remus walked to Sirius's apartment building. It was like the weather had decided to add some dramatic effect to the moment, as if the ongoing war wasn't dramatic enough.

For reasons he couldn't explain, he decided to walk the whole way and his umbrella had mysteriously disappeared the last time James had been over for drinks, so by the time Remus arrived at the door he was completely drenched and feeling quite feeble.

He took a deep breath and steeled himself before knocking. He heard a thump and muffled curse as Sirius made his way to the door before it swung open.

"What the fuck do you - Remus?" Sirius looked up at him in surprise, wand still pointed at his chest. "What are you doing here?"

It was a fair question. They hadn't seen each other outside of Order meetings since Sirius had moved out of their shared apartment a few month ago.

"I... Ask the security question," Remus answered. "I have to ask you something."

"You have to ask me something?" Sirius asked incredulously. "At 2:14am on a Tuesday. It couldn't wait?"

Remus sighed and crossed his arms, shivering as the cold set in.

"No, it couldn't. Could you just ask the question so I can come in and dry off?"

Sirius waved his wand, casting drying and warming charms on his friend before turning around and walking into the apartment.

"Is this a tea or whiskey conversation?" he called back at Remus.

"You're not going to ask a security question? What if I were a Death Eater?" Remus asked, walking cautiously through the doorway.

"Only the real Remus would have no qualms about walking through a storm and waking me up before dawn to ask a single question," Sirius answered, leaning back on his kitchen counters. "Besides, a Death Eater would have killed me by now. Tea or whiskey?"

"Tea, please."

Remus made his way to the sofa while Sirius made the tea, taking the chance to look at his friend's apartment for the first time. It was awfully plain, no picture hung up or books on the shelves. A few unpacked boxes were shoved into a corner with Sirius's broom. It hardly looked like someone had been living there for a week, let alone an entire month.

Sirius handed him his tea before curling up on the opposite end of the couch with his own cup.

"What did you want to ask me?"

Remus took one sip of the tea before turning to his friend and taking a deep breath.

"It's got a bit of backstory," he started. "So I need you to just bear with me a bit and let me talk until I finish, because otherwise I'll never get the words out."

Sirius nodded, but stayed silent.

"I got a letter from Dumbledore last night. He wants me to go back undercover in the packs and get them to join our side of the war," Remus continued. "I'm not supposed to tell anyone, but I couldn't stop thinking about you, and how you've always been there when I've gotten back, even though I never told you what I was doing, and how you won't be there anymore and I just can't stand the thought. It's incredibly selfish, but I want to come home in the middle of the night and see you there, wearing your mismatched pyjamas and sleeping on the couch because you were waiting for me. But I also want you there when I'm not away. I want to wake up next to you and hold you when you wake up from nightmares and get mad at you for stealing my sweaters. I'm sorry for last month. I'm sorry I rejected you and I'm sorry I kicked you out and I'm sorry I didn't come sooner. I was surprised and I just reacted and I didn't say what I should have said, which is that I love you too and I do want to be together.

So, with all of that said, will you move out of this half-unpacked apartment and move back home with me? Please?"

Remus looked up at Sirius, making eye contact for the first time since he started speaking. To his surprise, Sirius looked completely calm, if a bit teary-eyed.

"Alright," he responded, quietly.

"Alright?"

"I'll move back," Sirius said. "And I'll steal your sweaters and keep you awake with my nightmares and look after you when you come back, but you have to promise me something."

"Anything."

Sirius put his mug down before leaning towards Remus and taking both of his hands into his own.

"You have to promise to talk to me," he whispered. "Even if you think you're being irrational, even if you're not really supposed to. I need to know what's going on with you, so I can be there for you. Okay?"

"You'll do the same?"

"Yes, I promise."

"Then of course," Remus whispered, pulling Sirius closer. "I promise."

Slowly, as if giving Remus the time to stop him, Sirius leaned in and kissed him. It was nothing heated, nothing demanding, just a simple press of lips that whispered I'm here, I love you. Remus sighed as Sirius pulled away, finally feeling his heart rate settle.

"Let's go home, my love."

#wolfstar microfic #remus lupin #sirius black #wolfstar #wolfstar fluff #wolfstar fic #A bit cliché but u needed some fluff #Get together #marauders fic

[love-islike-abomb]

Renegade: part 4

Roman reigns x OC Scarlet

Gif credit: @romanreigns

Warnings: angst, scifi, errors I may have missed

Tag list: @angelreigns444 @acknowledge-reigns

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A few days later

Joe's POV

I hadn't yet told my cousins about the woman who's caught my attention.  "uce,  Woman will only lead them to you faster!" I could just hear them say.

I barely knew her And I was already falling for her. She was beautiful! Her personality was to die for and those eyes! Such beautiful dark brown eyes!!

"Uce! You with us?" I heard Josh say and I snapped out of my trance.

"Oh yeah sorry! Just lost in thought" I said

"About what?" He said crossing his arms "don't tell me it's a woman cause you know better! We can't have attachments! It makes us easily found!" He warned

"Josh how are they gonna find us?! We've been on the run for nearly 300 years! The should have found us by now!" I said

"I knew it! It's a woman!" Josh said rolling his eyes.

"Stop acting like my father Josh!" I glared at him

"Bout time someone does before you get us all killed" I heard him mumbled.

I felt my teeth sharpen and Tried to hide the anger that boiled up in me but it was no use. I ran and punched Josh across the face breaking his jaw only for it to instantly fix itself.  He ran back at me and pushed me causing me to fly across the yard. I stood up ready to fight again but Jonathon stepped in between us. "that's enough! Uce maybe him finding a woman is what he needs! Perhaps you should to! You may not be so grouchy if you got some!"

Jonathon looked at me "does she know uce?"

"No she doesn't" i said shaking my head.

"Keep it that way for now!" He said

I nodded. "I like her a lot!"

"That's fine uce! Just keep yourself and her safe. No one in this town knows who or what we are! Let's stay that way!"

"I'm gonna go see her again later this week" I said.

"Just bring her here!" Jonathan said

"Are you sure? Hot head over there may not like that to much"

"Stop! Just bring her over for dinner! Nothing to crazy" he said. 

"You 2 better behave yourselves and not be the horn dogs I know you can be!" I said crossing my arms.

"I won't" Jonathon said. Josh seemed to be off in his own little world until his brother nudged him "what?" He whisper yelled "oh yeah me either uce!"

I sighed "fine I'll ask her but if she says no I'm not pushing her. I don't wanna make her uncomfortable"

"Alright just let us know" Jonathon said patting me on the shoulder.

"I will"

Scarlet's POV

It had been a few days since I heard from Joe. I figured he was busy so I didn't think anything of it. I was folding laundry when my phone rang "talk about timing" I smiled.

"Hey!" I smiled into the phone

"Hey beautiful! How are you?"

"I'm alright! Just doing some laundry. Gotta have clean clothes" I said

"I get it" he chuckled "hey I wanted to ask you if you wanted to come meet my cousins one day this week for dinner?"

"Your cousins?" I asked

"Yeah I mean if you don't want to you don't have to" he stammered

"What are y'all planning on doing?" I asked

"Oh just a cook out" he said

"I'd like to come" I smiled

"Awesome!" He smiled "well as far as I know it's gonna be Saturday but since it's only Tuesday I'd love to see you before then!" He said

"It's still early in the day so if you wanna come over tonight you can" I smiled.

"I'd like that. maybe 6?"

"Sounds good"

"See you then" he said

After our phone conversation I finished a few things around the house. And around 4 started getting dressed.  I picked out a red dress.

After getting my shower and getting dressed I did a few last things before putting my shoes on. I had somehow managed 15 minutes to spare before he got here. Soon there was a knock on the door.

I took a deep breath and went to the door. "Hey scarl- wow!!" He smiled.

I blushed "you don't look to bad yourself!"

"Is that heart I hear?" He asked

"Oh yeah that's barracuda!" I said

"Nice! You've got taste!" He smiled.

After barracuda was over a song I was somewhat hoping would come in while he was here came on. "Lady in red?" His eyebrow perked up. "I um.... "

"You do look beautiful in that dress!" He smiled. "Come ere" he said reaching his hand out and leading me to the open part of my living room. Putting his hand on my hip and gently pulling me close to him we slowly swayed to music. Grabbing my hand he raised my arm over the back of his neck. "The song isnt lying. You do look gorgeous!" He smiled.

I blushed. I started to say something but he started singing along with the song. "Lady I. Red" he smiled down at me "is dancing with me" his smile started to slowly fade. "You look absolutely beautiful in that dress!" He said.

I smiled "it's been sitting in my closet for almost a year and I never had reason to wear it"

"I'm glad you wore it tonight" he smiled slowly leaning in to kiss me as the song ended.  Hia soft lips connecting with Mine had my heart racing as I slowly pulled away and laid my head on his chest A few minutes later I realized we had been dancing with no music "I've never done that before" I said lifting my head up.

"What's that?"

"Danced with no music! I guess the song was still in my head" I smiled.

"Or you're comfortable and relaxed and you didn't need it" he said.

I smiled "I know we just met a few days ago but I feel drawn to you already and I don't know why"

"I don't know either but I'm glad" he said

Slowly leaning in, our lips met again. A soft gentle kiss yet needy enough to leave me wanting more. A soft moan escaping my lips making me smile "you're a good kisser"

"Glad to know" he smiled "have I told you how beautiful you look?"

"Only hundreds of times" I smiled

Grabbing my hand in his and bringing it to his lips to kiss it again... I'be always wanted someone to do that and him doing it without me having to say made it even more romantic. His phone chimed randomly and he looked over at it "it's probably my cousin's wondering where I am. Let them wonder" he said leaning back in to give me another kiss only to stop a few seconds later with his phone ringing.

"Hello" he said sounding irritated

"Are you sure" his attitude towards the person suddenly changed, almost as if he was hiding what they just told him. He hung his head "alright" he said, hanging up his phone. He started to walk away but I grabbed his arm to stop him..

"What's wrong" i asked confused

"I have to go" he said, His facial expression sad.

"That's it no explanation?" I said

"I can't have you involved in this!" He said

"Involved in what? Joe what are you talking about?"

"I'm not who you think I am Scarlet!" He said

"Great... just as I start to like a guy he pulls the "I'm not who you think is am" card! Typical" I said rolling my eyes "let me guess your married and have kids already right?"  I yelled.

"Scarlet it's not like that at all" he said

"Then what is it like Joe? You come in here sweep me off my feet with your romance and because I won't jump into bed with you... no you know what just go! Get out! Gone with your wife and kids or whoever else you have! I'm such an idiot!" I said putting my head in my hands.

"Scarlet I -"

"OUT!!"

He turned to walk out the door and turned around  "I'll always be here"

#Spotify #Roman reigns #wwe fanfiction #roman reigns x oc #wwe x oc #roman reigns fanfiction #scifi

[9tzuyu]

sick days

req: i was wondering if you could do a nat x daughter reader fic where we are basically overworking ourselves with school and our first job, and get really sick/depressed and nat notices and helps? cuddles and just support and fluff please?

hope this is ok, req is currently my situation and need some nat comfort for it :)))

notes: yass slayy another request down. idk how to feel abt it but i hope this was okay and i hope you like it!!

warnings: none? sickness, semi proofread, lazy title.

mama!nat x adopted daughter!reader

🏷: @c-is-writing yasss

. . .

monday started with a sore throat, but you ignored it thinking it would disappear on its own.

tuesday ended with a pounding headache and a bottle of tylenol by your bedside.

wednesday hit you with on and off waves of nausea, the night ending with you curled in a ball with your arms tucked into your side.

thursday you could hardly move out of your bed, but you trudged through it not wanting to worry about the consequences of not getting up.

the urge to fall in your mothers arms grew stronger every second you were awake. you'd been so stressed lately and she could tell. natasha tried to help in small ways as much as she could, but it only went so far when you were crammed day in and day out with work and school.

you had almost no time for yourself, let alone any time to spend with friends or hang around the house with your mom. it was no surprise natasha had no idea you were sick when you'd been leaving the house before she got up and coming home to her already asleep on the couch, clearly trying to stay up for your arrival.

friday though, was different.

natasha was up before you with breakfast ready on the kitchen table, something you typically didn't have time for before school.

"good morning." she greeted you with a warm smile on her face.

her red hair was tied back into a messy bun and you watched her for a quick second as she finished cleaning up her mess.

"morning." natasha was quick to raise her eyebrow at the sound of your voice.

"you okay?"

"mhm." you nodded, closing your eyes as you took a seat at the table. all you had to do was get through the next two days. that's it.

"you don't sound okay."

"i'm okay mom, promise." you mumbled, forcing yourself to take a bite of the food on your plate.

normally you'd be ecstatic that your mom made breakfast because she always made it well, but you didn't have the energy or the appetite to enjoy her cooking.

natasha watched as you shoved the food around on your plate and frowned. "i think you should stay home, you don't look too good sweetheart."

you were quick to shake your head in protest, "no mom i can't. i have school today and work after. i just have to wait until sunday and then i can rest."

"it won't kill you to call in, you know. i'm sure they'll understand. and you can always catch up on school, i'll help out with what i can." she tried to push.

"i said no." you snapped, despite that being the only thing you wanted to do.

"watch your tone," she warned. "and i'm not asking anymore, give me your keys."

"seriously? i have school-"

"and i'll call them and tell them you're absent."

"and work?" you huffed.

"it's a thursday night at a local craft store, they'll be fine. now hand me your keys."

"this is so stupid. i'm going to get behind and it's going to be all your fault." you rolled your eyes, shoving the keys in her direction before angrily getting up.

you didn't mean what you said to her. you were just so overwhelmed and tired, you couldn't control yourself when you snapped at her.

the next few hours were spent in your room. your muscles ached, your head was pounding and you felt like you were going to throw up any minute.

your only saving grace was the fact that your boss understood your situation and gave you the next couple of days off. now your mind was primarily focused on school and the work you were going to miss. it was only one day, but with AP classes it felt more like three days worth of work to catch up on.

natasha knocked on your door a little past noon with a bowl of soup. "here, it'll help your throat."

you didn't answer her out of guilt from earlier in the day, but when she left you didn't hesitate to turn over and try to provide some relief on your throat. plus it was good, natasha knew just the right seasonings to use that wouldn't bother your throat.

when you finished you tip-toed your way down the wooden floors of your hallway, careful not to make too much noise when you set the empty bowl in the sink.

before you could go back to your room you stopped to see your mom sitting on the couch, blanket wrapped around her body while she watched tv. she looked cozy, safe even.

it was because of that you went over to her, sneaking your way under the blanket and resting your head on her shoulder.

"i'm sorry mama." natasha snaked her arm around your back, gently guiding your body down so that you were laying on her stomach. her fingers found their way in your hair and began massaging the crown of your head in hopes of easing the headache she already knew you had.

"it's okay baby, i know you're sick." she reassured.

"i'm so stressed and i don't know what to do. and i'm so exhausted from everything, i barely have time for myself and i miss you and i can't-"

"hey, hey, shhh slow down. you're okay. take a deep breath for me." she rubbed her thumb over your cheek. "there you go sweetheart, you've got it."

when you managed to calm down a bit more natasha brought up the topic again.

"do you think dropping out of AP classes would help?"

"but what about college?" you mumbled softly. "i don't want to be a failure."

"you're anything but a failure, little lady. and most colleges don't care about AP classes anyway."

you sniffled, "they don't?"

"nope. it's mostly just a thing snobby kids use to boast about on their applications. you're only doing more work than necessary when it's not towards any kind of college credits." your mother confirmed.

"what about work?" natasha tilted her head, "can't you always adjust your availability? you don't have to work every single day of the week, especially not when you're still in high school. i don't like it when you're out so late every night anyway."

you nodded, "i missed spending time with you more than anything. i hate feeling this way."

natasha gave you a small squeeze, "i'm always here. we've got all the time in the world. now lets get you feeling better before we do anything else, okay? c'mon, i'll carry you to my room and we can watch a movie."

"mom i'm 17, you can't pick me up," you giggled as you hopped off the couch.

"you seem to forget that i have a serum running through my veins." she kissed the top of your head before picking you up and bringing you into her room.

you snuggled into her side, the feeling of sickness already starting to become less miserable.

everything would be okay as long as you had your mom around.

#natasha romanoff x reader #black widow x reader #avengers x reader #natasha romanoff x daughter!reader #mama!nat

[spockandawe]

Pathetic whininggggg

1) second time in three months i have a multi-day visit with these two specific toddlers. Both times i have learned after arriving they were sick (as is the way of toddlers). Both times, they have immediately steamrolled my innocent, child-free, unprepared immune system (as is the way of toddlers). In july, I was flattened for a week and had a gross cough for a literal month. If this happens again, with my brother's wedding around the corner, I am going to SCREAM.

(i also need to find a way to politely tell their parents that pls, im dying, you can't keep doing this to me)

2) end of the week is end of the fiscal year! Tuesday begins vacation time relating to my brother's wedding! I have so many deadlines, which were rough as hell even before i started wasting all my energy SNIFFLING, but now I'm moving slower than ever and the deadlines are getting real spicy

3) I get a reduced buff from creative work that is assignments and not just Personal Whims. And... it's been all assignments lately, at a slower pace than usual. I know that getting frantic and anxious over how long it's been since I posted anything exciting is silly and unproductive, but it's still HAPPENING. And the real metric of concern is the frequency with which I make things, and i finished the blanket and second guest book a while before i shared them.

I know that realistically, what I need to do right now is hurl myself into a project or three to restore my mental equilibrium, but even in the most, MOST optimistic case, I won't be able to start until tonight, and I really OUGHT to wait until Thursday/Friday. I think that if i stick to my strengths, i have time for some good work before the wedding runs me over, but part of this includes boring work to prepare notecards for the first guestbook, which.... bluhhhh. And of course house things are ramping up overall anxiety levels and i need a repetitive craft to self-soothe. This is killing me. I can recognize this flavor of seething dissatisfaction, but external pressures and stupid health shit are stopping me from applying corrective measures. If I can lean into deadline anxiety with my meetings today, that might help me accelerate towards breathing room, but... ugh.

#no worries this isn't actually about anxiety to be a constant content machine #secretly it's All About Me #uwu #wouldn't be a bad time to curl up in bed and motor through a long comic #continue my op reread or maybe another old fave #but i need to hit deadlines and make SOMETHING first

[carrickbender]

Sonntag seiben

1. September in the PNW means harvesting and putting in things for the winter that give hope that, at some point, we will see the sun again and taste the sweet goodness of the gifts of nature. This year is special because another generation of our family gets to decide their fate as either pickers or non-pickers. I've always been a picker since I was probably a bit older than Henry; My grandmere and I would dutifully pick the tiny delicious huckleberries right on the border of Idaho and Montana, and one of our favourite patches was yards away from where one of her relatives surveyed in the state lines of Montana(plot twist: it's backwards). My mom, on the other hand, was born a non-picker who often loved finding a nice shady spot with a book. Thankfully, as she and I were both raised as only children, she has become a picker because berries won't pick themselves and blackberries are awful to pick. And Buggy was such a trooper: he started off picking berries but then he just wanted to eat berries even double fisting them. Tradition can be so delicious.

2. I finished my 2 weeks at Medline on Saturday, and they were absolutely good people for whom to work. And on Tuesday, I start with a municipal organization in emergency mitigation services, which should be a good job. Its a serious pay cut from Cosmo, but I cant wait any longer. And with graduation looming for me at CWU and my MBA application submitted, my options are expanding by the day. I refuse to be blind to the silver lining to my loss of my job at Cosmo, and I am open to the lessons that the universe is teaching me.

3. So for a long time I couldn't wrap my head around affirmations, but now that I'm doing them, I feel different. I think maybe, just maybe, the reset has begun and I'm looking at how I reclaim grace. To all who helped: much love.

4. To all of you who do online tutoring, what do you think of it? I have some expertise, and I think I could parlay it into a little more income and use it for the benefit of others. Thoughts?

5. We find out this week what sort of pre-k/transitional kindergarten programme Buggy will be in this fall. And, cool thing: H was also accepted into our local college and is going to be finishing her degree in Chemical dependency counseling. Her sobriety not withstanding, she is so smart and if she wouldn't have had her oldest son so young she could have done anything. She was studying to become a nurse when "life" and a few other things got in the way, and I think how much of a loss it was, truly. So having her go back to school is truly making sure the smartest person in this house gets to use that amazing brain for good of others and not just making good stuff like the boule in the picture.

6. Jimmy Buffet and Bill Richardson, on the same day? I got to meet Bill and hear him speak, and he was truly a champion for the forgotten and unjustly imprisoned. And Jimmy... I heard so many stories of him playing the Elbow room in Dutch Harbour and Tony's in Kodiak that, turns out were all true. While he might have been seen as a brand, some of his lyrics really hit my old broken down ass self pretty hard. And like his lyric said,

"I hope you're enjoying the scenery

I know that it's pretty up there

We can go hiking on Tuesday

With you I'd walk anywhere

California has worn me quite thin

I just can't wait to see you again"

Peace be with them...

7. The agates and the quartz glass are from a local beach, and 3 generations of hands have touched them. 3...Somewhere, my father figure is proud and glad it took(and that his great grandson loves rocks and getting dirty, just like him).

If you are still reading this, don't labour tomorrow. Rest. Relax. It's been a hard 9 months, and judging by our mountain ash bushes here, it's going to be a long miserable winter. Many blessings yall, and be kind to yourselves and take a moment. If my stubborn ass can finally say, and mean it, "I love the person I am becoming", you can too.

Much love!!!!

#me #this is my life #singer songwriter #dadlife #exhausted #henry adam #washington state #in repair #blackberries #huckleberries #daniel hickey

[fairykukla]

This is why I don't do weddings.

I had a customer/student who I really liked. She was an old, crotchety retired battleaxe of a nurse who still went square dancing and thought her family were all jackasses. There was one exception; her great-granddaughter, whom she called Angel.

Angel and Grandma came into the store for my help on a wacky wedding project. Angel had been gifted a gorgeous wedding dress like this one, but in a size 12.

That was years ago, now.

Angel was staying with Grandma and taking care of her when Covid-19 hit. They lost Grandma in the fall of 2021. Angels other relatives shoved her aside and took all of grandmas things, including the sewing machines and embroidery machine because they're valuable. (Not because they sew.)

I agreed to handle the embroidery for the project, because of my love for her grandmother and because she had no way to do it now.

HOWEVER, I got swept into alterations and a bunch of other mess as a result.

I've had to take out the visible facings and replace them with another color. Remove a few pounds worth of beadwork. Remove and replace the bow on the back. I only needed to cover the two "ribbon" details on the back, and finish the embroidery on the train.

She came for her final fitting.

The last time she put it on, it fit. I go to put it on her, and it's 4 sizes too small. She's 22 weeks pregnant.

She has no back up plan for the dress.

I can't turn a 12 into a 16. If it was a bit too small we could have put loops in the back and laced it up but no. None of the seams sit in the right places and it looks ridiculous.

This happened over the weekend. I was off Sunday, Monday, Tuesday.

I just spent the last two days trying to find her something that would fit, but the thrift stores have limited options and she refused to wear lace or tulle. I have sympathy for her texture issues, but finding a 16 in satin is... Not going to happen at the last minute.

I offered to work on a simple dress for her this afternoon, but she didn't answer. I told her I *had to know* by 6pm, so that I could start cutting fabric. Offered two patterns I had on hand. I have some fabric from her that I could work with.

She called me after 9pm last night to try to get me to make her a dress.

She wants a white dress. She's hung up on the dress she had. Ironically, we found That Dress, in a 16, being sold on the FB marketplace.

But that's not perfect either; it would require removing the beadwork and replacing the facings. it's The Perfect Dress except that she hates beadwork and won't wear the burgundy. Then, I guess it's not The Dress, is it, Honey?

She also has self esteem issues and wants to cover up her arms, so she's begging me to make sleeves for strapless dresses.

So, yeah.

Fucking weddings. This doesn't even get into the problems I have with the institution of marriage, the antiquated traditions of a wedding ceremony, or my attitude about the predatory nature of the Wedding Industry.

I broke my rule for this sweet girl and now I'm not happy about it.

I will not sew for weddings.

I will not sew for weddings.

I will not sew for weddings.

#2023 #stupid weddings #sewing projects #i will not sew for weddings

[lifeinkinder]

Accomplishments:

Hospital bag packed

Luggage pulled out so next weekend I can pack my extended stay at RMHC while little man is in the NICU bag. I'm still hoping I won't really need it, but I gotta be prepared.

Diaper bag packed just in case Little Miss & I are at RMHC and her brother is still in the NICU

Rug rolled up and waiting to go outside to the trash on trash day since I finally bought a new one that should be here on Tuesday

Nursery finished! Except for hanging curtains which will happen this week. I also want to buy a few storage cube bins & another cube storage shelf but I'm not worrying about that until the babies are here and I've healed from surgery.

All copies for leave except for like 3 activities and some write the room cards are made and filed in the cabinet at work.

Plans are finished (except for math because my student teacher didn't plan math through the end of his takeover like he was supposed to and while I could look back and where he is now and figure out where he'll be when he's finished with takeover, I'm not going to) through the end of the year.

I have a glider, but it's lopsided and I finally flipped it over to see why and the wood is split on the base (not upset about it. It was given to me for free by a coworker and she had it for the last 8 years). I found a glider on marketplace that is double wide, but now I need to see if I can hire someone to pick it up and deliver it since for obvious reasons, I can't.

To Do Still:

Wash & sterilize pump parts

Wash and sterilize bottle pieces

Put the infant insert in the 2nd car seat

Mop the whole house

Prep grab and go freezer sandwiches for breakfasts/quick meals

Put together diaper/nursing cart with supplies (snacks, etc)

Actually pack extended stay at RMHC bag (need to account for at least 2 week stay once I'm cleared to drive, will likely commute to visit if little man is still admitted).

Write a message for families to let them know about the official start of leave.

#adventures in life #science twins

[running-in-the-dark]

I'm gonna go to bed now. I did not get very much done, again. but I guess it doesn't really matter since its definitely too late to get a meeting appointment with my advisor tomorrow anyway (since its 4:00 right now...). so I just have to hope that I'll actually be able to finish it tomorrow. or on Friday. I don't know.

I'm hoping I'll still be allowed to register my thesis application. my advisor said if it's any later than the end of October I'll have to talk to someone higher up at my uni. so, since October doesn't end until Tuesday.... well I'm hoping it'll somehow work out.

there's nothing I can do about it right now anyway - I'm simply not anywhere near done with my exposé, so I'm not able to send it right now. and I realised last night that it's a very bad and pointless idea to try to keep going until I physically can't stay awake anymore. especially since I slept for like 11 hours after that. so, I'm going to bed. maybe I didn't overdo it tonight and my brain will work better tomorrow.

I didn't write that much tonight, so it feels like I didn't do anything. I did, though. I found a lot of really good new articles (most of the sources I already had are from 2021 and earlier), I started printing out some of them (which feels very wasteful and also ironic since my topic is sustainability reporting.. but I realised I just can't work with digital files only, not even if they're on my iPad), I read quite a bit, I got closer to having a usable topic.

it's okay. it's okay. I did enough. I did as much as I was able to. in the end, all I need to do is just enough to pass. I don't care about my grade. it doesn't matter. my average is pretty good, and this won't affect it too much - even if I got the worst passing grade. I also don't care what my advisor thinks about me and how much effort I'm putting into this. obviously, I don't want to seem lazy. but beyond that, why should I care? no matter what happens I'll never see any of these people again after February, I'm not going into academia, I'm not getting my masters, it does not matter. I just have to finish it somehow and pass.

it's really hard to be productive when you constantly have to take breaks to have a meltdown 🙃

#yeah I am very much losing my mind here #this is not good for me at all #but I'm hoping I'll be able to get through it. it's ok if I need like six months to recover. whatever. that's still better than not getting #my degree #I'm gonna see my psychiatrist tomorrow about increasing the dose of my meds. it'll only be while I'm trying to get through this. I hope #he'll say its ok because I can't cope like this #personal #posts about my thesis

[timelessdp]

Holiday Truce

This year I was @tidehopper gifter

I liked your prompts and I put together the Cujo and the Vlad showed up in dinner. I hope you will like it.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43867041

A black and white blurred figure flew in the night sky at Amity Park.

—I can't believe you Cujo! This is a the seventh times in this week to came to the real world, and it's still Tuesday. What could I do with you?-Phantom rolled his eyes.

—Woof Woof! -answered the miniature dog.

—Hey Phantom!- his dad shouted after him. —Can I help you?

—Oh hi Jack! What are you doing outside this time of the day? It is almost midnight.

—You know I always loved the filed trips. And now that we have a truce we can finally work together!

—Sure. But I actually finished for today. Although...

He flew closer to the ground, and stopped in front of the other Hunter.

—I know you don't keep animals. But I think Cujo would be a nice exception. He is a ghost, so he just need some ectoplasm to live peacefully. I would be grateful if I don't need to chase after him every day.

—So do you want me to watch out for your dog?

—Argh... Why do everybody believe that he is my dog?!

—Isn't he yours?

—No, he isn't. So would you like to know him better?

Jack nodded.

Phantom handed Cujo over to his dad.

The ghost licked the man face.

—Be good! -the ghost boy smiled and left alone them.

Danny lied down to his bed as he would be a sack of flour. He immediately felt asleep.

He woke up for somebody licking his face.

—Stooop. I am still not awake -he rubbed his eyes, then he noticed the ghost dog. —I have never thought in my dreams, that you will be the one who wakes me up.

—Woof!- he was wagging his tail.

—Could you go out until I dress up?

—Yip...-whimpered.

—Okay. Okay... At the least stay beside my bed.

Danny finished the morning rutin quickly. Then he went downstairs. Cujo followed him.

—I see you two already like each other -his father said.

—He is very sweet if you know him. I mean Phantom intruduced him to me.

Daniel took his cereal, and started to eat at the kitchen table.

Cujo hopped onto his lap and spilled the milk everywhere.

—Cujo! Bad dog! -Danny put up and put him to the ground. —Stay there- the boy sighed and looked at the clock on the wall. —OMG I will be late- he picked up a toast which had been made by his father. —See ya!

—Bye Danny!

The boy had the luck with the ghost shield on around the Fenton Works.

He had an ordinary school day.

—Danny we should start our History project- Valarie started —Who knows when I will have enough free time again.

—You are right Valarie. Do you want to come over? I think I have never introduced you properly to my parents.

—Maybe because everybody know your parents.

—That is true, but they don't know about you. And I have some books for the project.

—Well I am in.

—Yes! We should order food too. Because I don't want to poison you.

—It takes more than a little ectoplasm. I think most of the population of Amity Park resistant against it.

—Believe me, when I say it isn't a little bit. Last time a ham attacked us.

They reached the Fenton Works very soon. Danny opened the front door just to face with the huge Cujo.

The boy stood as a surprised Pikachu, frozen. Somehow he forgot about him.

Valerei raised her hand with a gun.

—What are this monster doing here?!

—Err... -Danny shook his head. —Phantom left him to us to avoid your kind of problems. It just completely came out of my mind. Cujo be small!

The animal shrinked to a size of a puppy and jumped into Danny's arm.

—He doesn't bite.

—So that means Phantom left his dog to your family.

—He had never been Phantom's dog.

—Woof!-Cujo agreed.

—Do you promise that he won't cause any more difficultness?

—Until the shield is on, Amity is safe from him.

They heard tramples. Cujo jumped down. Danny's mom was that.

—Come inside.

—Alright- the youths agreed.

—Mom I don't know if you have ever met Valerie in the proper way yet.

—You are the Red Huntress. Danny told about you so much. Thank you for your help.

Now it was Valerie, who froze.

—How do you know?

—You have her gun in your hand. And the heigh is the same. Also you just given away yourself.

Danny made a facepalm. As a secret identity would be this easy to tell.

—I should be more careful...

—Do you wanna see our newest arsenal?

—Technically I came to learn with Danny...

—No worries, I will get the books until you get the tour. Be careful.

—It would be fun. Finally somebody who can appreciate our work. My children hate ghost hunting.

Danny just rolled his eyes.

—Ten minute and I will join-he went forwards.

—Can I ask what was the reason to start hunting?

—This little monster -Valarie pointed to Cujo.

—Woof!-the dog stepped onto the girl's leg.

—Leave me alone!-she swung his weapon.

Cujo became a big and growled at her.

—There is no need to attack. Please put your gun down.

She listened to Maddie, and in that moment the dog transformed into a puppy again.

—Long story for short. My dad worked for the axion lab as security. But he wasn't ready for ghost attacks, and this beast ruined his work. We lost everything. I started to work at the Nasty Burger. And one day I got a packet from Vlad Masters and there was a suit. That is how I started hunting. But I don't really care about the engineering.

—But you need to know how to works to use it safely.

—Not really. Since Technus boosted my suit, every piece is like a second skin to me.

—Hmmm... I am curios how high is your ectocontamination. We should check it up in the lab.

— Won't it hurt?

—It isn't dangerous to humans.

—I am not convinced. In regard of everybody in Amity have a higher level, than an average human has.

—That is true.

When they arrived to the lab, Valarie's bracelet started to beeping.

—I gotta go. Tell Danny, I am sorry.

—What is that?-Maddie asked.

—It is a ghost detector.

—Interesting ours haven't shown anything.

—Maybe because it is off? Let me see it. Hi Mr. Fenton!- she greeted the man, who was tinkering something.

—Hi! Maddie give me the torch!

—Right away sugar cube!

The barcalet became quiet.

—It seams like Phantom finished already.

As a soon as she said out loud, the ghost boy showed up.

—Hi Val! What's up Mr. and Mrs. Fenton?

—I am working on the Fenton ghost detector. I don't want to register Cujo as a treat.

—Cool! I caught some ectopus- he stepped beside the portal and flushed the thermos's content. —Have a nice day -Phantom waved then flew up.

—So... Where is the ectocontamination measuring device?

—At the back off the room. Come with me.

The walked beside computers, huge weapons, tubes with colorful substances, weird household utensils.

—There are lots of weird thing.

—It happens when you are an inventor. Oh I found it.

The device looked like a modern thermometer.

Maddie raised up the tool into Valarie's forehead, but before she could start the process Danny appeared and push away her hand.

—Sorry Mom, but you had said if the identity reach rate three in the danger scale the gun part is activating. And It would be a bad idea to use it on Val, before you uninstall that function.

—Ups. You are right. We could check it latter. I am going to repair it. Have fun kids -Maddie left them.

—The last time when she wanted to use it, Jazz was the one who saved me. I shouldn't left you with them.

—I knew the danger of this place...

Danny lowered his voice. He didn't want to his father hear it.

—I ordered Pizza. I know what is your favorite. It is already in the kitchen.

—Then what are we waiting for? I haven't eaten since morning, because of the Lunch Lady.

—Yeah I know.

They went upstairs. Just to find Cujo eating one of the Pizza from the box.

—Bad dog! Why do you want to eat my food? It isn't for you! -He picked up the dog and put down on the floor.

But Cujo didn't listen to him and flew up to the table.

—You don't want the thermos, do you?

Cujo looked at Danny and continued to eat.

—Argh... At the least Val yours is safe- he held out the clear box.

The girl wasn't as soft-hearted as the boy, and she put the dog onto her own thermos.

—You are very thin already. I don't want to you to starve.

—I am not starving. But thanks.

—So where are we should start the project?

—Hmmm... Well we have to stay in the middle ages. And we had got Japan for the project. I don't know. Maybe the Shintoism? I mean our books are highlighting the religions.

—I always loved the Samurais. They are very strong and brave warriors, who are commitment for a case and doesn't stop until they reached it.

—Just like you Red -Danny said moonily.

—It is weird to hear from your mouth. Phantom the only one who call me Red.

—It slipped out my mouth...- he scratched his head.

Valarie leant close to Danny's face.

—You are sus.

—Me why? I didn't do anything!

—And now you are panicking -she rolled her eyes.

—I am not!

Valarie give Danny a peck.

—What a nice couple- Vlad stepped inside the kitchen.

—Vlad what are you doing here?

—This day is the anniversary of the ghost hunting club, and Maddie invited me.

—I didn't know what is missing.

The girl grasped the boy's hand.

—Danny, can we continue this conversation upstairs?

—All right! Vlad I don't want to hear anything about you.

—You won't.

Valarie suddenly opened her thermos.

—Ups my hand is a bit slippy.

Cujo showed up.

—Please pay attention to Vlad- Danny asked from the dog.

—We are playing open cards, Daniel? You are not afraid that our little secret accidentally came into light?

—Vlad Masters. I know your secret. And I think the Fentons would listen to me if I reveal that their "friend" truly a ghost!

—Ghost?! Where?- Jack's voice came from the basement.

—As you have a chance against me, mademoiselle. I know where you live.

—She have my protection. As well Cujo's -Danny showed the scary eyes.—So behave, or leave.

—Hmmm... I see I am not welcomed here. Maybe next time- he disappeared in his pink fog.

—That wasn't a wise move.

—Then it is true - Valerie looked at Danny's eye.

—I didn't want to know this- he looked away. —Plasmius and I have an agreement. Because the knowledge about halfas put in a great risk. The government, the ghost zone. I have too many enemies.

—But you knew my secret all along. It isn't fair.

—My life never was. Sorry to rope into this mess.

—Yowl... Yowl...

—Cujo regrets too.

—Those puppy eyes. I can't believe he is able to do that. We are not friends yet.

—Yowl...

—Sign... So I guess the goth girl and the geek guy, know about this.

—Yes, they are. And my sister Jazz.

—You need to tell your parents too.

—I am not ready.

—Have you ever told somebody?

—No. Everybody figured out themselves.

—Then understandable. Maybe some clue would help and your mother will figure out.

—Nope. Their equipment targeting me since I became a ghost. And they couldn't put the pieces together.

—Before we start to studying let's to collate our timetable, which time is available for us patrolling the city.

—You are a genius!- Danny give a pick onto Val's cheek. —This way we both have enough time to sleep.

—That's the plan.

Jack came up.

—As if I heard Vlad in a moment ago.

—Actually he was here. Just got a call for an urgent conference.

—That is sad. We would have celebrating. Anyway, the ghost detector is finished.

—You are great Dad!

—I check on your mother how the ectomeasuring works.

—Okay.

—So the timetable...

—Oh yes... I almost forgot about it...

#Cujo #danny phantom #Fenton family #valerie gray #2022 holiday truce

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Weekly Writing and Reading Update

Hello I went blue-water kayaking for the first time in AGES (and the first time in my kayak) today and of course I pick a delightfully windy-ass day to do it, lolsob. I managed about 40 minutes and succeeded in not capsizing which was my only goal. I can't wait to do it again, just maybe on a calmer day (and with floats and maybe a spray skirt, but I have the floats on hand, at least). Also I am unbelievably, unspeakably tired.

Also I have still not quite made the time to watch Good Omens, I blame the Tour de France Femmes (avec Zwift iykyk), but now! today! I have to put my kayak back together (it's a folding kayak and is currently drying on my dinky patio) and then! FINALLY!

Of course I have a busy week this week and probably won't have time to watch Tuesday/Wednesday/Thursday, but my goal is to finish the series Friday night so I have all weekend to write.

Okay Saturday at least, since I want to do a big hike on Sunday.

Also Worlds begins next weekend at least for the ones I want to watch/catch up on

Writing

Honestly nothing worth noting, I'd started a bit of indulgence but there's so much more to chew on. It feels apropos to note that I read like three spoilers and basically write a little one-shot in my head as I was falling asleep last night, so safe to say I'm back on my bullshit.

(I do really wish season 3 would come out during winter, I have...not so much time indoors right now when I'm not working, lol.)

(Am I thinking about where I was summer 2019 as opposed to now, and how much busier and richer my life is not in Seattle? Yes, but that is babbling for another time.)

Reading

I finished Big Swiss which is one of those books I ought to hate, but I was...not necessarily loving it, but definitely fascinated as hell with it. It's such a gross book, and Greta is so majestically self-destructive, I actually could not look away. Magnificent, 10/10 would watch barely-likeable protagonists fuck their own lives up again.

Also, not a book, but I finally read Blackmun's dissent in DeShaney v. Winnebago County, a landmark case that essentially determined that the government is not actually expected to protect you. (Skip noted segregationist Chief Justice William Rehnquist's ruling, but the Wikipedia article on the case breaks it down well.) You can read it here -- scroll down to the very bottom, his dissent is only 4 paragraphs, and it is beautifully, wonderfully written. The 'Poor Joshua!' paragraph is the most famous, but I return again and again to the passage Justice Blackmun quotes from Stone's Law, Psychiatry and Morality, and particularly the line "What is required of us is moral ambition."

(I learned about the case and Blackmun's dissent through the podcast 5-4, which is both excellent, and a good antidote to growing up in the shadow of the Warren Court, as I did. The Supreme Court has always sucked, it turns out. Seriously, it's one of my favorite Supreme Court podcasts and I subscribe to, um, a lot.)

#weekly update