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likedovesinthewindd · 1 year

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a Sunny day

steve harrington x mom!reader (part 2)

summary: steve meets a little girl while working.

warnings: mentions of scars, nightmares, migraines, addiction to pain medication (but no one is), reader has financial issues. reader is a single mom. If i missed anything pls let me know.

wc: ±2590

a/n: I love steve sm omgg so here you go! requests open:)

For as long as Steve could remember, Saturdays were always the busiest days at Family Video. These last few months had been different.

Steve didn't like working on Saturdays, in all honesty, he didn't like working there at all, but since the "earthquake" had destroyed half of Hawkins and left a big chuck of it's population homeless or jobless, he couldn't be picky about where he got his money from. It had been 2 years since everything with Vecna, and everyone had seemed to have moved on with their lives, as difficult as it may have been.

Steve sometimes felt as if he hadn't really moved on at all. The physical scars surrounding his abdomen and neck, as faded as they had become over time, were still a permanent reminder of what had happened in the Upside Down. He had nightmares, awful nightmares that often caused him to wake up several times a night, shivering and in a cold sweat.

The worst thing for him had to be the migraines that plagued him frequently. It was difficult to find a doctor willing to actually help him out; how could you possibly tell your GP that you might have suffered head trauma from being captured and tortured by Russian spies, or from being beat up more times than you could count.

They would always scratch it up to "stress" or "bad sleeping habits", subscribe him a shit ton of pain medication and send him on his way. He didn't really want all the meds, way too scared that he'd become dependent on them, but when the debilitating throbbing in his head would become too much, he'd have to take two or three pills just to be able to function properly for a few hours.

A loud thud on the counter broke him out of his daydream, where he had been absent-mindedly staring at the computer's keyboard. He looked up to find Robin staring at him from behind the giant box she had placed in front of him. "These need to go in the horror section," her gruff voice spoke.

"Can't you do it?" Steve asked, pretending to be busy checking late returns on the computer. "No," she snapped, shoving the box closer to him, "because last week I had to repack the entire left side of the store on my own because you were too busy sucking face with Paige," she said the name in a condescending tone, fluttering her eyelashes teasingly.

The mention of the girl's name caused Steve to cringe.

"What's with the face, I thought you said she seemed like a nice girl?" Robin asked, thinking back to how Steve had been practically gushing about his date for a whole week. "She was, until she opened her mouth," he said, rubbing at his temples. Flashbacks from the previous week's date with Paige seemingly worsening his headache.

To put it nicely, Paige was mean and extremely self centered. If her screaming at one of the waiters because they got her order wrong wasn't enough of a deal breaker, her only talking about herself the entire time certainly was. She didn't ask Steve anything about himself once, opting to rant about how her dad didn't give her enough money to buy the Gucci crossbody bag she wanted, or how the lady at the hairdresser had dared to dye her hair the wrong shade of warm blonde.

The cherry on top was at the end of the night, when Steve had complimented her and told her that she had looked beautiful. She had thanked him, and replied with,

"Well, you're no King Steve anymore, but you looked cute."

She gave him a small peck on the cheek afterwards, and walked off towards her house, over exaggerating the sway of her hips as she went. She turned around one last time, giving Steve a "Call me," in her most sultry voice, and shut the door behind her.

Steve had not called her back since.

"What a shame," Robin said feigning sympathy. "Nothing like some good old labor to distract you from your heartbreak, right?" she added slapping the side of the box. "A little sympathy wouldn't hurt, you know," he said begrudgingly taking the box and moving out from behind the counter. "Yeah, yeah, get to work dingus," she said taking his place and helping a customer who had approached the counter.

When Steve arrived in the horror aisle, he threw the box on the ground unceremoniously and began stacking the tapes alphabetically. By the time he got to Nightmare on Elm Street, he felt a small tug on his pants. Looking down, he found a little girl, probably no older than three, looking up and him with big doll-like eyes and unruly hair.

"Hi," she said softly. "Hello there," Steve said crouching down so that he was at eye level with her, "what are you looking for?" She moved closer until her nose was practically touching Steve's and whispered, "The Last Unicorn," before breaking into a fit of giggles. Steve couldn't help but smile along to the sound of her small voice, standing back to his full length. "I'm sure we have that," he said, "but where's your mom, hm? What's your name?"

Before she could answer, the bell at the door indicated that a new customer had entered the store. A young woman stood at the door, looking around frantically. "Sunny? Sunny are you in here?"

You searched through the various shelves, stopping at the horror aisle when you saw you daughter Sunny standing with one of the store employees. "There you are. You can't ever run away like that again," you said, relief washing over your features. "Sorry mommy," she spoke softly, raising her arms so that you could lift her up. "It's okay Sunshine," you said picking her up and resting her on your hip. You turned around to Steve, you was still standing in the aisle silently watching you and your daughter's interaction.

"Hi, I'm sorry, she usually doesn't run away like this but she was so exited when I said we could rent her favorite movie today. It's not on TV yet but she watched it at school once now it's all she talks about!" you gushed turning towards Sunny, who had her eyes fixed trained on the cover of a Creepshow VHS behind your head. You turned around, quickly covering Sunny's eyes with your unoccupied hand. "Oh no baby don't look at that, you'll get nightmares," you said looking away from the shelf with a big frown. It seemed like it scared you more than it did her.

"Do you have The Last Unicorn available here?" you asked turning back to Steve. "I think so, right this way," he said leading you towards the childrens area. From behind him he could hear Sunny's small voice whispering to you, "his hair is so big mommy!" followed by her giggles. "Not as big as yours, Sunshine," you said pushing the flyaways from her face, laughing at her offended gasp.

When he reached the shelf, he swiftly scanned through the titles until he found the desired tape. "Here you go, would you like to rent it?" he asked.

"Please," you said handing Sunny the tape and following him to the counter. He subtly gestured to Robin to move away so that he could take her place. She rolled her eyes before mouthing "you owe me" and reluctantly moving to the abandoned box of tapes. When Steve got behind the counter he got the chance to really look at the two of you.

Sunny was basically an exact copy of you. Same eyes, same nose and hair (although yours was styled a bit more neatly than hers). You even had the same bright smile.

The name Sunny fit her perfectly too; with her small yellow dress fit with puffed sleeves with little bears printed on the fabric and the sunflower shaped hairclips that tried (and failed) to keep the astray curls out of her face, finished off with a bright pink pair of jelly shoes and frilly socks. She seemed like a sweet kid.

"What's it like, with her?" The question had left his mouth before he had the chance to think about how insensitive or mean it could have sounded. He was getting ready to apologize profusely, but when he looked up from the computer he was met with your smiling face.

"Well, it's not easy. I mean, can you imagine being a single mother living alone when that earthquake hit town? I wasn't planning on ending up homeless with a one year old, but everything's been so much beter since than. Plus, I still have my Sunshine, she's the only family I've got," you said smiling to your daughter.

It was then that Steve had realized just how much the earthquake had really affected the town. Sure he saw first hand when he was volunteering at the temporary shelters and soup kitchens, but hearing your personal account of what had happened made him realize just how bad everything was.

"You alright?" you asked snapping him back to reality. "Yeah, sorry that's just- I'm sorry that happened to you," he said sincerely. You shrugged, looking at your wrist watch for the time. "I'm sorry, the computer's been jamming lately, might take a while to process all the information," he said sensing your slight impatience. "No problem," you said, putting Sunny back down on the ground, opting to hold her small hand. The amount of back pain that comes with having a child is insane.

An awkward silence filled the air between you two, before Steve decided to speak up again.

"You said that you were homeless because of the earthquake, where do you live now?" he asked warily, worried he might have actually crossed the line this time. You looked hesitant before you answered. "At the Motel right outside of town. It doesn't sound very luxurious but it's nice," you replied.

Steve thought about his house, his parents' house technically, but they were never really around. He thought about the big, barely decorated bedrooms and the living area that looked like it came straight out of a issue of Architectural Digest. He considered asking you to come and stay with him; maybe you'd be able to give the house a more lived-in energy, make him feel less lonely there.

That would be weird, Steve thought to himself. Imagine a guy you had just met asking you to move in him, definitely not your best flirting method.

Flirting? No, he'd just recovered from his last love escapade. He couldn't even consider flirting with you, even though you had the prettiest smile he'd ever seen or that you looked at him like he hung up the stars whenever he spoke or that you were so kind or-

The droning sound from the computer rang through the empty store loudly. After finishing everything up, Steve handed you the tape. "Thank you so much," you said handing the tape back to Sunny. "How do you say?" you asked her. "Thank you," she whispered looking up at Steve with big eyes. You picked her back up and as you were on your way out, Steve got a sinking feeling in his stomach. He didn't want you to go, he wanted to keep talking to you, get to know you better.

"Wait!" he shouted a bit too loud, causing both you and Robin to turn around towards him. "Can we talk real quick?" he said approaching you, where you stood frozen with your hand still on the door handle. You furrowed your brows, thinking about what he could possibly still want from you.

"Would you like to go get a coffee sometime, maybe?" Steve asked trying his best to seem cool, even though his heart was beating rapidly in his chest. Your frown deepened, making Steve want to sink into the surface of the Earth and dissappear forever.

"Listen uh-" "Steve," he finished for you. "Steve, you seem like a really great guy, truly, but I'm not looking for anything serious right now, I'm sorry." Before you could open the door, Steve pulled you back by your arm lightly causing you to huff in irritation. "Look Steve-"

"It doesn't have to be anything serious, I just- I wanna get to know you better, I really like you," he rambled out. You seemed conflicted. You really were; you didn't want to start messing around with anyone now. Sunny was at a very impressionable age, and you really didn't want her getting attached to anyone, just for them to leave.

"I don't know If I could find anyone to look after Sunny when-" "Bring her along then," he interrupted you for the hundredth time today, "we could go to the park, get ice cream or something."

"Ice-cream mommy!" Sunny piped in excitedly. It broke your heart to see her so happy about going out, you hadn't been able to get her a lot of nice stuff or spoil her due to financial issues, hence why she had been so excited when you told her she could rent one of her favorite movies for you two to watch together. You hadn't been able to spend a lot of quality time with her either, taking long shifts to be able to make some extra money.

You bit the inside of your cheeck, looking back at Steve, who had been patiently waiting for your answer. You realized just how pretty he really is; with his big brown eyes like a baby deer, that looked like they could stare into your soul, and the various small moles and beauty marks that were littered across his face and arms, or the umber colored hair that he had to frequently push out of his eyes.

"I promise, I don't plan on making this a once off thing, I really do like you," he said softly.

You barley knew this guy, and he was asking you and your daughter out on a date. The one part of your brain was screaming at you to say no, let him down gently and leave, but the other part was curious about him. Maybe one date couldn't hurt.

"Okay, fine, one date," you said, giving him the angry mom voice, the one you'd always use when trying to reprimand Sunny. His eyes lit up at your words, a huge smile stretching across his face. He had to stop himself from jumping up and down from giddiness.

"Okay, great uhm uh, do you have like a phone number I could call or something," he asked sprinting to the counter to retrieve a pen. "We don't have landlines in our rooms, and the phone booth outside the Motel is busted," you said before your face lit up, "But we do have one outside of where I work. You could give me your number then I'll call you."

"Okay cool that works," he said messily scribbling his number on a old sticky note. You grabbed the note from him, sticking it inside your bra. "Alright, I'll see you around Steve," you said walking back to the door. "Wait, you never told me your name?" Steve said. "I'll tell you my name if our date went well," you said smiling, before walking out the door, your daughter on your hip, who waved a small hand at Steve from behind her mom's head. Steve waved back, smiling wider than he had in a long time.

Maybe he did like working Saturdays after all.

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington fanfiction #likedovesinthewindd

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hometoursandotherstuff · 8 months

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JUST IN TIME FOR FOOTBALL SEASON! This 1978 football themed house in Las Vegas, Nevada is ready to go. (And, when I say football-themed, I'm not kiddin') - 8bds, 6ba, $1.5M.

I told you. There are 7,000 helmets alone, on display.

They didn't really care about the rest of the house- it's pretty much a bland beige. A blank slate, really, waiting for some decor and love.

Looks kind of neglected- it was all about football in this home.

Some of the bedrooms have beds, others are empty. Looks like they only came up here to sleep.

The baths are beautiful, though. They look like they were never used.

Isn't this crazy? It's just a place to sleep.

They must use this entrance- look at the statues by the door. The bar stools are even decked out in fanwear.

Talk about a man cave. Look at this place. Can you imagine having to pack all this up, not to mention the holes in the walls.

There has to be millions of dollars worth of stuff here.

Oh, I get it- this is the kitchen they actually use. They definitely live down here.

Closet filled with football jerseys.

And, this is the bathroom they must use.

The pool lights are stunning. Isn't this pretty?

Outdoor bar and kitchen.

They must spend the rest of their time out here.

Upper deck off the primary bedroom.

I can't tell if this is the entrance to the main house or the sports area.

Lot size is .45 acre and it's all fenced in and lit.

It's a corner property and has a whole bank of solar panels on the roof.

#football house #man cave house #unusual homes #houses #house tours #home tour

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mak3itr7ght · 6 months

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Pair: skeleton! Kim Taehyung x fem! reader (Nightmare before Christmas AU)

Words count: 2590

Author's note: I wanted to say that this one-shot is half written by a friend of mine!

Narrator's Pov:

It was a terrible night, the trees were shaking and the cats were whining like they had never done before.. A tall, frail, skeleton-faced man was walking, giggling around the desolate street of the scary town of Breakland.

A little girl was alone, too, that night. She was walking down the street, holding her teddy bear close. She had no idea why her beloved village was so quiet that night, and why it seemed so scary.

That night, the only light was the full moon’s one.

But that light...it looked different...it looked...desperate, angry…sad..

Walking around, the little girl, whose name was Lucy, ran right into the scary, puny man, sobbing through her little nose because of the coldness of that particular night.

's-sorry sir, I live here and.. I like it. B-but, this night, this place, seems different, it seems bad, scary, but also sad.. do you know... why?'

She asked.

The frail man smiled, a smile that took over his entire face.

'You see... little girl, this night is different. This night is special. This is the night where I and my people can come down to earth again and do what we have to do, what we LOVE to do: scare little girls like you and all the people who live in this beautiful village..'

He said, his voice full of pride.

He stopped speaking for a moment, only to see fear rising in little Lucy's big blue eyes, then, he continued.

'THIS IS HALLOWEEN NIGHT'

The man said, laughing loudly, and his laugh was as frightening as the first laugh of a newborn baby is sweet. Little Lucy was shaking, holding the teddy bear tighter than ever, wondering how this was possible and then, with all the courage she had in that little body, she asked.

'W- what is your name, sir..?..'

The man smiled.

'As you can see... I'm a skeleton'

He answered, pointing to the visible bones of his face.

'But no ordinary skeleton, little Lucy, I am the most special, the scariest, the Night King... I am Jack Skellington!'

He said, all proud of himself.

Lucy was silent for a moment, then she asked.

'How do you know...my name?'

Jack's expression changed, that smile that used to make even the bravest man shiver, became a warm smile. The skeleton knelt right in front of the little girl, while he placed a hand on her delicate shoulder.

'What kind of father would I be... if I forgot my precious daughter's name?'

'My father died before I was born… this is impossible.. you can't be my dad'

Lucy said, almost crying.

'True, my child, I died before you were born, in a way, just as I will die again, after this night, but that doesn't mean I'm not your father. We're much more alike than you think, darling'

Jack said, holding one of the little girl's small, warm hands. Jack could only remember one other girl with such warm, soft hands, and that was Lucy's mother, Y/n.

Thinking of her and all the good memories of her, a tear fell from Jack's left eye, or well, the hole that was at the place of it. Nostalgia is much worse than people say, sometimes...

'N-no it can't be, I'm not like...you, I'm a child and I'm human!'

Lucy said, trying to escape from Jack's arms. But the latter was faster and blocked her, with just one movement.

'I will show you that we are connected and that you are one of us. Listen to me. Now put your hand under the silver moonlight and look at it carefully'

Jack said.

Lucy did what her "supposed father" suggested to do, only to see... nothing.

'Nothing happened, I don't see anything, I told you I'm not like you'

Lucy said.

'That's because you're trying to see something, I told you to look, try again, concentrate, darling. I know you can’

Jack was speaking firmly, yet sweetly at the same time, to her. That's why Lucy tried again with more concentration and less fear..

Suddenly, she saw that the skin and muscles of her hand were becoming…transparent, until she could only see her bones, as well as Jack's hand, which was still resting on her shoulder.

'B-but how is this possible? I had never noticed it..'

Lucy said, as she looked in surprise at her small hand, which was now no longer warm, and only made of small bones.

Jack smiled softly and looked into her eyes.

'Because you're the daughter of a human, so you're half like your mother, half like me. But, on this special night, you can be a skeleton, too. Even if only for one night a year, all the powers of the Night King are inherited by his dear daughter.'

Lucy was shocked, but also very curious.. in the end she was still a little girl, so she asked, without any fear now.

'If.. you are the king, does that mean I am a princess?'

The blue-eyed girl smiled cheerfully, waiting for an answer. At that exact moment, Jack was happy.

'Of course you're a princess, you're MY princess, so you're even more special'

Lucy smiled sweetly, and asked, moved once again by her curiosity.

'So....are you really my dad?'

Jack stroked her hair and said.

'Do you see that teddy bear you're holding so close to you?'

She nodded as she hugged the stuffed animal even tighter.

'That was a gift I gave to your mother for you. You see, he is my friend, I asked him to always protect you, take care of you in sad moments and warn you when something looks wrong'

The skeleton explained.Then he looked at the little bear and said.

'Anyway, you're doing a great job, Teddy'

And after hearing this sentence, the little bear, named literally Teddy, smiled and nodded towards Jack.

'So.. to answer the previous question... YES, I'm your dad, Lucy Skeleton.'

Lucy smiled like she had never done, but, at some point, tears began to fall from her beautiful blue orbs. She walked over to Jack, hugging him as tightly as she could, with his little body.

'I'm happy to have found you, I always wanted to meet you, I missed you... I love you, dad'.

She said, burying her head on her dad’s black jacket. Jack began to cry with her as he hugged her beloved little girl back.

'I know, darling, I know and I apologize for never coming to see you before, but.. I was scared that you wouldn't accept me or your other side.. I'm sorry.. I was the worst dad ever, but now, I promise you that I won't hide again and that I will be the wonderful dad you deserve to have. I love you too, little Lucy'

'I'm happy you're here with me now, but... Mom? Can we go home together?'

Lucy asked, filled with hope.

'I don't know if your mother wants to see me.. I left her, I ran away and I think she's mad at me now..'

Jack said, whispering sadly.

'It is not true!'

Lucy said, firmly.

'Mom always told me that my dad was the best man she ever met. She said he was good and strange at the same time, but in a good way. She said that he made her laugh like no one ever did, and that he may seemed scary, but he was sweet to the people he loved. So, I guess if she was mad at you, she's not like that anymore."

Lucy said, smiling and caressing her father's bony face.

Jack began to cry again as he listened to what her, her beloved Y/n, told their little daughter about him, remembering all the wonderful moments he spent with her and how strongly he was still in love with her.

After a few minutes, Jack started talking again.

'Okay okay, honey. But first, I want to tell you how mom and I met'

The little girl smiled sweetly and, together with her father, sat under a tree near the road.

As soon as Jack was covered by the shade of the tree, his bones were covered by muscles and skin, showing his dear daughter, his human form. He was probably the most fascinating man who had ever existed since the dawn of time:

He had light skin, but not too much, he was a pinkish white. He had black hair, a little long, black as night and so were his eyes, which however shone, as if some stars had been born in them, he had a mole near his right nostril, one under his lower lip and another under his right eye.

For a couple of minutes, Jack continued to observe his little girl, who had black hair like him and the same porcelain skin.

The man smiled and, putting his arm around the little girl's shoulders, held her close, looking at the night landscape and starting to talk.

Taehyung's POV:

'You know, darling, my name wasn't always Jack, before I died, my name was Taehyung, Jack was.. your grandfather..I was born in the lands of the city of Halloween, and witnessed a real catastrophe..

The one who was the Night King, before me, the real Jack Skellington, almost managed to ruin Christmas!!

I was with the rest of the inhabitants when Jack showed us the objects he had taken from the land of Christmas, and I myself didn't understand the meaning of that celebration.

In the end, we inhabitants of the city of Halloween were born to scare, to prepare for the day of October 31st, like today! We couldn't understand Christmas, come on!

Yet he, that crazy skeleton, was determined in his goal and, despite the warnings of his beloved Sally, he kidnapped that man who managed Christmas... the one there with the beard, plump, dressed in red, who drives the sleigh to bring gifts! I don't remember his name..mh.. I think it was... Sandy Claws? '

The little girl's laugh interrupts my story,

'Dad!! His name is not Sandy Claws!! It is Santa Claus!!' 'oh, I think you're right, darling. Hahahaha Anyway... Jack kidnapped Sandy Claw- I mean, Santa Claus, who ended up in the clutches of the terrible OOGIE BOOGIE!!! And he replaced him, trying to deliver the gifts at his place. But something, as Sally had already predicted, went wrong. Before leaving, Jack gave us some tasks: we had to make toys.

But, obviously, we weren't able to produce them, we weren't able to create something that would make children happy, we wanted to... scare them! So we created toys that reflected our desire. Alas, this cost our king a bad accident, who crashed with his sleigh. As soon as the news arrived, there was immense mourning. Sally, although she was devastated by the presumed death of her Jack, attempted to free Santa Claus, but she too was taken prisoner by the Oogie boogie.

But, fortunately, Jack was alive and managed to get back on his feet thanks to a human, a girl, who was in the cemetery where he had crashed, while leaving flowers on the grave of his dear grandmother. Jack took the human with him to the kingdom of Halloween, he introduced us to each other and so the human, Jack and I went to the Oogie Boogie's fortress to free Sally and Santa Claus.

During the rescuing journey, I got to know that human girl better:

Flashback

'I still can't understand the fact that my father was so interested in Christmas...I mean, what’s so beautiful about it?'

'ahahaha... Taehyung Skellington, Christmas is not just lights and gifts as you think, and I'm sure that your father was the first to understand it, Christmas is beautiful because it is usually spent with loved ones!'

I continued to observe her with a highly confused expression on my face. Back then, I still didn't understand what it meant to really love someone... my father, since my mother's death, dedicated himself only to work, even if... when I saw him with Sally, he seemed quite happy...

Flashback

'The beautiful moments you spend with them are like... hm.. a beautiful painting! While the decorations, snow and gifts are just, a beautiful frame.. I think you will have someone to create beautiful moments with, right? With your father? With some friends? Or with your girlfriend?'

'I don't have many friends, much less a girlfriend'

'Impossible! You're so cute and kind...'

No one had ever told me those things...I remember that, upon hearing those words, I blushed slightly and looked down.. she managed to make me feel... warmth. I also remember her warm hands caressing my cold face. We looked at each other in silence the whole way. I also saved her from one of the traps that were in the castle. We managed to free Santa Claus, and his holiday was saved.

The girl asked Jack, immediately afterward, if I could come with her, just for that night, with the hope of making me truly feel the spirit of Christmas.

We went to his world, I took my human form, for the first time! There was snow, she took me to her house, she introduced me to his family... we had dinner together, and chatted in front of the fireplace until late at night, I made them laugh, I made her laugh with my... strangeness , and I was…happy.

When everyone went to sleep, the girl and I stayed up, in front of the fireplace, looking out the window... we saw Santa's sleigh in the distance, we looked into each other's eyes and, in an instant, our lips were pressed onto each other...

That night, it was the first night I could truly call myself happy and it was also the night we conceived you.. oh yes.. that human’s name was Y/n, your mother. At moonset I had to return to the kingdom of Halloween, where I inherited my father's throne and thus his name, strange custom, isn't it? But we're all weird here, haha.

I found a way to see my sweet Y/n again, even if briefly, where she told the news to me that I was about to become a father. But my task, as well as my nature, tied me, or rather, bind me, to what is a bond that cannot be broken: I can come here, only during Halloween night and, when dawn arrives, I have to return back... but.. there was fear.. which made me move away from you and the woman I love... but as I promised you just now, now I will have more courage and I can't wait to create many more wonderful moments with you, my darling, and with mum.”

I felt my daughter's little body wrappe around mine again... yes, Father, now I understand why you cared so much about Christmas, and for me, that Christmas does not fall on December 25th, but on October 31st.

Narrator's pov:

Then, after a few minutes, Jack stood up, taking his daughter's hand.

'Well... what are we waiting for? Let's go home, darling! Let's go to mommy!'

Lucy smiled, as did Jack, and both of them, together, with Teddy still in the little girl's arms, started walking, heading towards Lucy's house.

This is how the story ends, with a strange father and a loving mother who spent the night laughing and crying with joy, playing trick or treating with their little girl, in which two worlds were united, but both precious and important to her...

#bts au fanfic #bts au masterlist #bts fanfic #bts #bts x reader #bts x fem!reader #bts x y/n #bts disney au #bts x you #taehung #taehyung x reader #taehyung x you #taehyung x y/n #taehyung bts #tim burton #nightmare before christmas #nightmare before xmas

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caramelmillktea · 2 years

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𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐂𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒

paring(s) : tattoo!artist!Vi x florist!reader

proofread : yes/no

Wordcount fic : 2590 words

author's note : chapter one on the Inked flower series. I saw that there was only one fanfic that was a tattoo!artist!Vi x florist!reader. THE POTENTAL THIS AU HAS WITH VI FROM ARCANE IS ENDLESS!!! Also I love Vi so much and I wanted to write a fanfiction about her.

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The clouds were painted a beautiful pink and blue color as the sun shone from the horizons, the early sun rays hitting on your shop, The Flourish Gardens. You were currently taking the sacks of plant fertilizer inside from the truck in front of your shop.

“Thank you so much for helping me with these sacks babe” You said as you wiped the sweat from your forehead.

“No problem!” He smiled, carrying a bag over his shoulders like a sack of potatoes.

You opened the door with your elbow and went inside, your boyfriend following you closely behind. You walked to the counter and put the crate down. You huffed, wiping the sweat off of your forehead. “Man, you weren’t lying when you told me these were heavy!” Your boyfriend complained and put the bag down on the ground.

“You do realize this is just the tip of the iceberg, right” You let out a breathless laugh.

“I know.”

"I'm so happy I'll finally have this shop of my own!" You smiled "and I'll be living just upstairs so I don't have to worry about getting to work on time."

"Wait… you're going to live here? I thought the studio upstairs was just for storage?" Your boyfriend asked.

"It was but after a few changes I managed to turn it into an apartment, in fact it was supposed to be an apartment. Since my parents already had a house, they used the studio as a place for storage."

Your boyfriend made an 'o' shape with his lips. "Oohh, so that is why you have been so busy lately."

"Yup" you replied. "Let's go outside and finish getting those fertilizers inside." He nods and follows your order. When you went outside you grabbed a sack but before you lifted it up you heard a loud engine motorcycle in the distance. You looked towards the sound and saw a black motorcycle stopping in front of the empty building next to you.

Wait… someone bought the empty place next to your flower shop? The place has been empty for over a year. How come you didn't notice it any sooner?

The person on the motorcycle removed their helmet. The girl had a sidecut that was pink and had pale blue eyes. on the side of her neck there was a gear tattoo. Her ears were decorated with two silver pieces on her helix and an one piece silver chained earring on her left ear. To top it all off, she had a silver nose ring whitch really suited her. The new girl was wearing a white tank top with an oversized bordeaux leather jacket that had a black hood. She was wearing black cargo pants along with some black combat boots.

Your boyfriend stood next to you, carrying a sack of fertilizers "Don't make eye contact," your boyfriend whispered, looking at anything but the girl.

"Why? I think she looks cool" you muttered, your gaze still lingering at the mysterious girl while she grabbed her phone.

"Babe, she looks like trouble!" Your boyfriend whisper-yelled. "She looks like she beats up people for fun, I bet she has been in prison at some point in her life. I mean look at her tattoo!"

"Now you're being dramatic, just because she has a tattoo doesn't mean she is a delinquent or something" you said.

"Ok, maybe that was a little dramatic but you know how I feel about tattoos…"

You rolled your eyes at your boyfriends remark "That sounds like a 'you' problem, now c'mon! Let's go and give her a proper welcome" your boyfriend sighed and surrendered, following behind you.

You walked up to the pink-haired girl that was typing something on her phone. Shit you didn't think this through honestly. "Uhm… excuse me?" You politely asked, trying to get the girl's attention. The girl looked up and made a little 'hm?' Sound. Her pale blue eyes locked with yours.

"Uh hi! Sorry for bothering you but you don't happen to be moving into this empty building." You pointed at the building behind you. "Do you?"

"Uh yeah, why?" She asked, you could hear a lace of wariness in her voice.

"Oh great!" You exclaimed. "Hi, I'm Y/n. I actually have a flower shop right next to this building." you pointed to your shop that was next to the building. "See?Guess we're going to be neighbors from now on…" You smiled and took out your hand for her to shake. "And you are..."

The pink-haired girl took off her gloves and shook your hand. Her calloused hands were decorated with a lot of silver rings, some of them had little decorations on them. The rings that caught your eye was a snake ring and the one with a little red ruby. The girl shook her hand with yours "It's Vi."

"Damn, she is even prettier up close…"

"Why thank you, I'm flattered." She smiled.

"Oh shoot! Did I say that out loud!?" You felt a wave of embarrassment washing over you.

"Yup, you sure did but don't worry the feeling is mutual." She gave you a wink.

Your boyfriend cleared his throat loudly, making you aware of his existence.

"Oh right! I totally forgot to introduce you. Vi this is (boyfriend name), my boyfriend" your boyfriend wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

"Your boyfriend eh? Guess I'm not surprised" Vi chuckled. "How long have the two of you been together?"

"One year," your boyfriend replied curtly. "It's nice to meet you Vi, that is if that is your real name?"

"(Boyfriend name)!" You elbowed your boyfriend in his side.

"You're absolutely right (boyfriend name), Vi isn't my actual name." Vi replied casually.

Your eyes widen from surprise. So she just lied about her name in your face a few seconds ago? Maybe she has changed her name?. You avoid making eye contact with your boyfriend because you know he will give you that 'I told you something was fishy' look.

"My full name is Violet but the nickname Vi stuck with me I guess. Get it? Vi stands for Violet."

"Y'know Vi can also stand for violence right" your boyfriend replied.

"True and Vi can also stand for viciousness but it just depends how you look at it, right?"

"...Right" your boyfriend said before a silence washed over the three of you.

"So…” You began “I'm assuming you're going to open a shop here?”

“You assumed right, I’m going to open a tattoo parlor here”

“A tattoo parlor? That’s so cool!!”

“You can stop by if you want, if you ever want a tattoo you can always drop by.” Vi smiled and turned towards your boyfriend. “Including you.”

“Uh… no thanks…” Your boyfriend replied.

“What? Ya scared of needles?”

“N-no, I just find tattoo’s-” Before he could answer you cut him off. “He means he doesn’t think a tattoo would suit him, right babe?” You gave your boyfriend a look and he nodded. “Let’s go and finish putting those bags inside, ok?” Your boyfriend suggested. you nod.

“It was great to meet you Vi, but we have to get my shop ready for the day. Don’t be a stranger and drop by sometime ok?” You said before your boyfriend dragged you towards the van

“Yeah, I would love that!” Vi called

“Great! see you around!!” You replied and started walking with your boyfriend. “What were you thinking!? You can’t just say to someone that has a tattoo that you find tattoos unattractive!” You scolded your boyfriend when you were far away from Vi.

“What? I just wanted to tell her my opinion on tattoos” Your boyfriend replied, his voice laced with frustration.

“Why do you always have to be like this?” You began “You always have to express your opinion even though nobody asked you to. You are so insensitive sometimes.”

“Oh I’m being insensitive?! You’re the one who cutted me off just a second ago when I was trying to talk!”

“You were literally about to talk trash about tattoos to someone who is opening a tattoo parlor, do you think that is welcoming whatsoever.” You huffed.

“You know who I am. I’m not afraid to express my opinions, besides you’re the one who isn’t using your brain properly. For all you could know she is a criminal or delinquent and all you can seem to do is be dumb and naive and try to be friends with her.”

“I was welcoming her!! That was all I did. She is going to be my neighbor! The least I can do is make her feel at home in the city!” Your voice cracked slightly.

“You know what, I’m going to work.” Your boyfriend said and walked to his car.

“Classic you! always walking away in the middle of an argument. Y’know what? Fine, go!” You called after him while he stepped into his car, ignoring you. You watch as his car leaves the parking lot. Emotions rushing through you. Sorrow, anger and fear.

“Hey… Are you ok?” A person spoke up next to you. You turned around and saw Vi. “Yeah… how much have you heard?”

“Well…” Vi began as she put her hands in the pocket of her jacket. “Almost everything. It was kinda hard not to overhear since the both of you were shouting in an empty street” Your face flushed out of embarrassment.

“I’m so sorry about-” “Your boyfriend? Don’t worry about it. It’s not your fault he is ‘insensitive’” Vi quotted, putting an emphasis on the word . You cringed a bit inside.

“Well…” You took a deep breath “I still have to put these fertilizers inside, before the shop opens…” You looked at the van.

“I can help you, if you want” Vi offered.

“That’s so sweet but you don’t have to.”

"I want to do it, it's no sweat"

"Alright, if you insist. But I have to warn you, these are heavy.”

“I’ll be the judge of that” Vi said and picked up a bag and swung it over her shoulder with ease. “So where do I put these?”

You looked in awe, even your bf couldn't lift it with ease. "Behind the counter"

"Copy that boss." Vi said before she went into the shop.

It was currently 12 o'clock in the afternoon which means that you’re currently on break. You grabbed a basket filled with cupcakes you baked at three in the morning. It was a rather impulsive decision to bake some welcoming cupcakes for the pink-haired girl that opened a tattoo parlor. This was also your way to say ‘thank you’ to her for helping you carry those bags of fertilizers the other day.

You walked out your shop but stopped in your tracks. What if she doesn’t like sweet things? Judging by her physics, she probably doesn’t eat a lot of sugary things. You also didn’t know if she eats gluten. Maybe she was lactose intolerant? Crap, why didn’t you think about this when you were baking them?

‘Maybe you should’ve gone with a nice bouquet… or both! No, that would be too much!’ You thought.

‘No, I’ll be sticking with the cupcakes…. Maybe I can give her a flower too.’

You went back into the shop and looked at the flowers. ‘Ok, now another dilemma…. What flower should I get her?’ You thought.

‘Maybe I can give her a Violet, because that is her name? But what if she finds it lame because a lot of people have given her violets in the past and they had the same thoughts as me?'

“Maybe I’m overthinking it…” You muttered to no one in particular. You suddenly heard a small meow coming from behind the flowers. “Hmm… What do you think Whiskers?”

Your cat, Whiskers, mewled again and went to the bucket with violets.

"Guess it will be violets afterall" you smiled and reached your hand out to pet her. You scratched behind her ears causing her to purr in response.

You plucked a violet from the galvanized flower bucket and put them on top of wood that covered the cupcakes in the little picnic basket.

You smiled and went outside for the second time, you made your way over to the tattoo parlor that was a few steps away.

You actually didn't know if the shop was open, since she just bought the place. You peeked through the see through glass and saw movement. You opened the door and poked your head out to see if you were intruding. You saw moving boxes and the wall and floor were white. You looked at the counter and saw no one.

"Uh… Hello?" You called out, the only thing responding to you was your own echo. You heard footsteps for a quick second. "Vi?" You called out and circled around as you continued to walk to the counter. "Hey… I wanted to properly welcome you and thank you for yesterday." You called out but no one responded. You made your way over the counter and leaned your back against it.

"I brought you cupcakes"

"Oh really!? What flavour?" You jumped at the sound. You looked behind the counter and saw a 15-year old girl sitting on a black stool. She had a highlighter in one of her fingerless- gloved hands and in the other she had a sketchpad. She had long blue hair braided in two dutch braids. She looked at you, curiosity filled her violet eyes.

"Y-you scared me!" You gasped as you tried to regain your composer again.

"Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to, sometimes it just happens y'know?" The blue-haired girl said.

"It's alright, I just was very surprised that's all." You gave her a smile "I'm Y/n by the way" you reached your hand out so the girl could shake it. She looked at your hand and then at you, confusion written over her face. "I'm Powder." She said finally.

You took back your hand, embarrassment washing over you. You really thought she was going to shake your hand.

"So…" you began "Do you happen to know where Vi is?"

"I, in fact, know where she is." the blue girl gave you a smile. A silence wavered between the two of you. You really thought she was going to say where she is, guess not.

"Ok…" you said. "So...where is she?"

"I'll tell you but first you need to answer my question." There was a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Tell me, are you Vi's girlfriend?"

A blush covered your cheeks. "N-no"

"Then why do you have cupcakes for her?" Powder taunts.

"Because I wanted to give her a proper welcome, I actually own the flower shop next door so we're practically neighbours from now on." You smiled sheepishly.

"Ooohhh…." Powder tapped the back of her highlighter on her chin. "Now it makes sense."

Powder took a deep breath "such a shame." She breathed out and got off the little stool "You two would make a good couple."

"O-oh… uhm actually-" "you're straight? Was that what you wanted to say?" Powder cuts you off.

"Uh… not really. I was going to say that I already have a significant other."

"Ahh I see…" she said. "Vi won't be back for another hour, she is currently buying some new furniture for this place."

"Oh… I see." Your mood faltered. "Well thanks for letting me know." You looked at the time. "I have to get going, It was nice meeting you Powder." Before you turned around and walked to the exit, you stopped yourself. "Can I leave the cupcakes here for when Vi comes back?"

"Sure" Powder said.

"Really!? Thank you!" You opened the picnic basket and placed a box of cupcakes on the counter, along with the violet. "My lunch break is over so I have to go, again it was nice meeting you!" You called out as you walked to the exit.

"Bye bye!" Powder gives you a small wave. When you were out of the store she took a peek in the box. "Oh Oh Oh, bet Vi is gonna love this." Powder giggled before continuing her drawing.

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How To Make Dua

How To Make Dua, a basic guide - Praise be to Allah. Du’a is worship Allah loves to be asked, and He encourages that in all things. He is angry with the one who does not ask of Him and He encourages His slaves to ask of Him. Allah says (interpretation of the meaning): “And your Lord said: “Invoke Me I will respond to your (invocation).” Du’a is very important in Islam , so much so that the Prophet (peace and blessings of Allah be upon him) said: “Du’a is worship.” (Narrated by al-Tirmidhi, 3372; Abu Dawud, 1479; Ibn Majah, 3828; classed as sahih by al-Albani in Sahih al-Tirmidhi, 2590) The etiquette of du’a 1. The one who is making du’a should believe in Tawhid with regard to the divinity, Lordship, names and attributes of Allah. His heart should be filled with Tawhid. In order for Allah to respond to the du’a, it is essential that the person should be responding to his Lord by obeying Him and not disobeying Him. Allah says (interpretation of the meaning): “And when My slaves ask you (O Muhammad) concerning Me, then (answer them), I am indeed near (to them by My Knowledge). I respond to the invocations of the supplicant when he calls on Me (without any mediator or intercessor). So let them obey Me and believe in Me, so that they may be led aright.” 2. Sincerity towards Allah Alone in making du’a . Allah says (interpretation of the meaning): “And they were commanded not, but that they should worship Allah, and worship none but Him Alone (abstaining from ascribing partners to Him).” Du’a is worship, as the Prophet (peace and blessings of Allah be upon him) said, so sincerity (ikhlas) is a condition of its being accepted. 3. We should ask of Allah by His most beautiful names . Allah says (interpretation of the meaning): “And (all) the Most Beautiful Names belong to Allah, so call on Him by them, and leave the company of those who belie or deny (or utter impious speech against) His Names.” 4. We should praise Allah as He deserves before we call upon Him. Al-Tirmidhi (3476) narrated that Fadalah ibn ‘Ubayd (may Allah be pleased with him) said: Whilst the Messenger of Allah (peace and blessings of Allah be upon him) was sitting, a man came in and prayed and said, “O Allah, forgive me and have mercy on me.” The Messenger of Allah (peace and blessings be upon him) said, “You have been too hasty, O worshiper. When you have prayed and are sitting, praise Allah as He deserves to be praised, and send blessings upon me, then call upon Him.” According to another version (3477): “When one of you prays, let him start with praise of Allah, then let him send blessings upon the Prophet (peace and blessings of Allah be upon him), then let him ask whatever he likes after that.” Then another man prayed after that, and he praised Allah and sent blessings upon the Prophet (peace and blessings of Allah be upon him). The Prophet (peace and blessings of Allah be upon him) said: “O worshiper, ask and you will be answered.” (Classed as sahih by al-Albani in Sahih al-Tirmidhi, 2765, 2767) 5. Sending blessings upon the Prophet (peace and blessings of Allah be upon him). The Prophet (peace and blessings of Allah be upon him) said: “Every du’a is kept back until you send blessings upon the Prophet (peace and blessings of Allah be upon him).” Narrated by al-Tabarani in al-Awsat, 1/220; classed as sahهh by al-Albani in Sahih al-Jami’, 4399. 6. Facing towards the qiblah. Muslim (1763) narrated that ‘Umar ibn al-Khattab (may Allah be pleased with him) said: On the day of Badr, the Messenger of Allah (peace and blessings of Allah be upon him) looked at the mushrikin, who were one thousand strong, and his Companions numbered three hundred and nineteen. Then the Prophet of Allah (peace and blessings of Allah be upon him) turned to face the qiblah, then he stretched forth his hands and started to cry out to his Lord: “O Allah, grant me what You have promised me, O Allah, give me what You have promised me. O Allah, if this small band of Muslims perishes, You will not be worshipped on earth.” He kept on crying out to his Lord, stretching forth his hands, facing towards the qiblah, until his cloak fell from his shoulders… Al-Nawawi (may Allah have mercy on him) said in Sharh Muslim: This shows that it is mustahabb to face towards the qiblah when making du’a, and to raise the hands. 7. Raising the hands . Abu Dawud (1488) narrated that Salman (may Allah be pleased with him) said: The Messenger of Allah (peace and blessings of Allah be upon him) said: “Your Lord, may He be blessed and exalted, is Kind and Most Generous, and He is too kind to let His slave, if he raises his hands to Him, bring them back empty.” Classed as sahih by Shaykh al-Albani in Sahih Abi Dawud, 1320. The palm of the hand should be raised heavenwards, in the manner of a humble beggar who hopes to be given something. Abu Dawud (1486) narrated from Malik ibn Yasar (may Allah be pleased with him) that the Messenger of Allah (peace and blessings of Allah be upon him) said: “When you ask of Allah, ask of Him with the palms of your hands, not with the backs of them.” Classed as sahih by Shaykh al-Albani in Sahih Abi Dawud, 1318. Should the hands be held together when raising them or should there be a gap between them? Shaykh Ibn ‘Uthaymin (may Allah have mercy on him) stated in al-Sharh al-Mumti’ (4/25) that they should be held together. What he said is: “As for separating them and holding them far apart from one another, there is no basis for that in the Sunnah or in the words of the scholars.” End quote. 8. Having certain faith that Allah will respond, and focusing with proper presence of mind, because the Prophet (peace and blessings of Allah be upon him) said: “Call upon Allah while you are certain of a response, and remember that Allah will not answer a du’a that comes from a negligent and heedless heart.” Narrated by al-Tirmidhi, 3479; classed as hasan by Shaykh al-Albani in Sahih al-Tirmidhi, 2766. 9. Asking frequently. A person should ask his Lord for whatever he wants of the good things in this world and the Hereafter, and he should beseech Allah in du’a, and not seek a hasty response, because the Prophet (peace and blessings of Allah be upon him) said: “The slave will receive a response so long as his du’a does not involve sin or severing of family ties, and so long as he is not hasty.” It was said, “What does being hasty mean?” He said: “When he says, ‘I made du’a and I made du’a, and I have not seen any response,’ and he gets frustrated and stops making du’a.” Narrated by al-Bukhari, 6340; Muslim, 2735. 10. He should be firm in his du’a, because the Prophet (peace and blessings of Allah be upon him) said: “No one of you should say, ‘O Allah, forgive me if You wish, O Allah, have mercy on me if You wish’; he should be firm in his asking, for Allah cannot be compelled.” Narrated by al-Bukhari, 6339; Muslim, 2679. 11. Beseeching, humility, hope and fear. Allah says (interpretation of the meaning): “Invoke your Lord with humility and in secret.” “Verily, they used to hasten to do good deeds, and they used to call on Us with hope and fear, and used to humble themselves before Us.” “And remember your Lord within yourself, humbly and with fear and without loudness in words in the mornings and in the afternoons.” 12. Saying du’as three times. Al-Bukhari (240) and Muslim (1794) narrated that ‘Abd-Allah ibn Mas’ud (may Allah be pleased with him) said: “Whilst the Messenger of Allah (peace and blessings of Allah be upon him) was praying at the Ka’bah, Abu Jahl and his companions were sitting nearby. They had slaughtered a camel the previous day, and Abu Jahl said: “Which of you will go and get the abdominal contents of the camel of Banu So and So and put it on the back of Muhammad when he prostrates?” The worst of the people went and got it, and when the Prophet (peace and blessings of Allah be upon him) prostrated, he placed it between his shoulders. They started laughing, leaning against one another. I was standing there watching, and if I had had any power, I would have lifted it from the back of the Messenger of Allah (peace and blessings of Allah be upon him). The Prophet (peace and blessings of Allah be upon him) remained in prostration, not lifting his head, until someone went and told Fatimah. She came with Juwayriyah, and lifted it from him, then she turned to them and rebuked them. When the Prophet (peace and blessings of Allah be upon him) had finished his prayer, he raised his voice and prayed against them – and when he made du’a or asked of Allah he would repeat it three times – and he said: “O Allah, punish Quraysh” three times. When they heard his voice, they stopped laughing and were afraid because of his du’a. Then he said, “O Allah, punish Abu Jahl ibn Hisham, ‘Utbah ibn Rabi'ah, Shaybah ibn Rabi'ah, al-Walid ibn ‘Uqbah, Umayyah ibn Khalaf and ‘Uqbah ibn Abu Mu’ayt,” and he mentioned the seventh but I cannot remember who it was. By the One Who sent Muhammad (peace and blessings of Allah be upon him) with the truth, I saw those whom he had named slain on the day of Badr, then they were dragged and thrown into the well, the well of Badr. 13. Ensuring that one’s food and clothing are good (i.e., halal). Muslim (1015) narrated that Abu Hurayrah (may Allah be pleased with him) said: The Messenger of Allah (peace and blessings of Allah be upon him) said: “O people, Allah is Good and does not accept anything but that which is good. Allah enjoins upon the believers the same as He enjoined upon the Messengers. He says (interpretation of the meaning): ‘O (you) Messengers! Eat of the Tayyibat and do righteous deeds. Verily, I am Well-Acquainted with what you do.’ ‘O you who believe (in the Oneness of Allah — Islamic Monotheism)! Eat of the lawful things that We have provided you with.’ Then he mentioned a man who travels for a long distance and is disheveled and dusty, and he stretches forth his hands towards heaven saying, ‘O Lord, O Lord,’ but his food is haram, his drink is haram, his clothing is haram, he has been nourished with haram, so how can he be responded to? Ibn Rajab (may Allah have mercy on him) said: Ensuring that one’s food, drink and clothing are halal, and that one is nourished with halal, is a means of having one’s du’a answered. End quote. 14. Saying du’a silently and not out loud. Allah says (interpretation of the meaning): “Invoke your Lord with humility and in secret.” And Allah praised His slave Zakariyya (peace be upon him) by saying (interpretation of the meaning): “When he called to his Lord (Allah) a call in secret.” We have also discussed du’a and specific means by which a person may receive a response, as well as the etiquette of du’a and the times and places when a response may be hoped for, the state in which a person should be when making du’a, impediments to a response to du’a and the types of response. All of that may be found in the answer to question no. 5113 . And Allah knows best. Read the full article

#aunthenticdua #howtomakedua #silentdua

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ao3feed-crimeboys · 1 year

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back to me

by Drhair76

“I love you,” Wilbur sighs. He feels it with his whole body, this love. It’s curled tight around him, as tight as Tommy was just holding him. He has to reach out and cup Tommy’s cheeks, make sure the message sinks in. “I love you, I love you.”

Tommy hums, pleased, eyes fluttering shut, leaning into his palms. “Hm, I know, Wil. I love you too.”

or, Lovejoy leave, but they always come back.

Words: 2590, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 40 of the light pours onto me

Fandoms: Video Blogging RPF

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot, Ash Kabosu (Lovejoy), Joe Goldsmith (Lovejoy), Mark Boardman (Lovejoy)

Relationships: Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit, Lovejoy (Band) Ensemble & TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF)

Additional Tags: TommyInnit Needs a Hug (Video Blogging RPF), Lovejoy (Band) Loves TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot Loves TommyInnit, Sick TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Reunions

#ao3feed #wilbur soot #tommyinnit #crimeboys #crime boys #crimebois #crime bois #mcyt #This is an automated process #If you see any fic that breaks boundaries #or the fic is yours and you don't want it shared send an ask #it will be looked at and removed if need be

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roboticlover20 · 1 year

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6 years ago this blog dedicated to my oc dream demons zizzy and Izzy(isabelle) and any Dream demons or similars alike like Bill Cipher, kryptos from Gravity falls or Cuz and Yv from Nuclear Throne. I haven’t posted here in so long, i even came back when i was 15 yet i never managed to carry out my return promise. Now i am here to carry it on i guess? haha. Anyways most of the blog had these awesome roleplays by me and @voidyfishy, while I don’t think we will continue to do it again im glad to have had that experience with him.

BUT WE ENDED OFF AT AN AKWARD SAD BIT LIKE BRUH i plan to continue this series i love it if you were to experience my childhood with me.

I know it will be a big hassle to find the context for my recent comic I’ve posted, so i have compiled most the roleplays we did together

In a big parts list! So much easier to access! I hope you’ll enjoy my upcoming backstory stuff hahahha

Part 1

https://at.tumblr.com/roboticlover20/ask-kryptos-askzizzyfloweyandbill/2u8646c0fkuo

Part 2

https://at.tumblr.com/roboticlover20/ask-kryptos-askzizzyfloweyandbill/2u8646c0fkuo

Part 3

https://at.tumblr.com/roboticlover20/flashbacks-my-name-is-isabelle/2ss3xobej0y3

Part 4

https://at.tumblr.com/roboticlover20/a-friend-reunion-yes-krytoast-x-izzy-is/dbgoktze5bum

Part 5

https://at.tumblr.com/roboticlover20/isabelle-is-not-what-she-seems-zizzy-is-dead-if/s52g44h10sbv

Part 6

https://at.tumblr.com/roboticlover20/144102954050/eljg0yd0ig4e

Part 7

https://at.tumblr.com/roboticlover20/izzy-having-a-gud-tem-%25E1%2595%2595-%25E1%2590%259B-%25E1%2595%2597spoliers/wwene3emcq7j

Part 8

https://at.tumblr.com/roboticlover20/k-heres-she-is-askerrorbill-and-ask-kryptos-i/f1wfnfmp5yce

Part 9

https://at.tumblr.com/roboticlover20/here-we-have-da-smol-parasite-zizzy-does-izzy/9ec973x78rfu

Part 10

https://at.tumblr.com/roboticlover20/puts-in-front-of-zizzy-and-izzi-alright-axolotl/edik80d6vj4t

Part 11

https://at.tumblr.com/roboticlover20/where-is-he-mih-evas-mih-pleh/7g428t612u8c

Part 12

https://at.tumblr.com/roboticlover20/well-this-brings-back-memories/rvazcsxuipcg

Part 13

https://at.tumblr.com/roboticlover20/charascape-kryptos-is-going-to-run-the-blog-for/5j5wgf0lu20v

Part 14

https://at.tumblr.com/roboticlover20/throws-toast-into-krys-face-aaaaaaaaa/gireemu5dfg6

Part 15 (bit random)

https://at.tumblr.com/roboticlover20/charascape-asktheocdreamdemon-charascape/1dm2z5zeyuel

Part 16

https://at.tumblr.com/roboticlover20/part-1-on-wheres-theres-color-theres-not/p635dy0phst2

Part 17

https://at.tumblr.com/roboticlover20/part-2-where-theres-color-theres-not-flash-backs/x9cqqgqd3kli

Part 18

https://at.tumblr.com/roboticlover20/dis-cuz-is-prety-gud-liek-relly-gud-kewl/q6b4qco7g10z

Part 19

https://at.tumblr.com/roboticlover20/she-feed-up-with-everyones-shit-this-is-zizzy/ydq3fs8kmfzr

Part 20

https://at.tumblr.com/roboticlover20/am-i-cool-now-cipher-charascape-rp/msvud5f9ltkl

https://at.tumblr.com/roboticlover20/she-doesnt-know-what-to-do-now-if-she-cant-be/s5juibb6p1vt

Part 21

https://at.tumblr.com/roboticlover20/welp-charascape/vj8s4rupkd44

Part 22 (THE 2022 RECENT VERSION)

https://at.tumblr.com/roboticlover20/after-all-these-years-im-finally-making-a-follow/5wzr5o4gbnbg

Part 23

https://at.tumblr.com/roboticlover20/whats-up-its-yo-lord-and-master-for-all-of/lxf5hjcqcl1j

Part 24

https://at.tumblr.com/roboticlover20/she-doesnt-know-what-to-do-now-if-she-cant-be/s5juibb6p1vt

Part 25

https://at.tumblr.com/roboticlover20/yv-needs-to-go-outside-and-touch-grass-instead-of/l3lb2mao0vap

Part 26

https://roboticlover20.tumblr.com/post/703518447832858624/mmmmmm-fight-fight-fight

#zizzy #izzy #bill cipher #rp #occ #gravity falls #drawing #dreamdemons #dreamdemonocs #theocdreamdemon #my ocs #ocs #xd #IM BACKK

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wh0re4r0bin · 2 years

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fics for the soul

Hi, my name is Amala and these are my favourite fan fictions. Before I start, all credits to the original writers and some of the content is 18+ so minors do not interact! The warnings are connected to each fic so be sure to look at that before reading. Enjoy!

I could write a love song with this shit

STEVE HARRINGTON

“patching you up”

“steve the blanket hog harrington”

“always there to hold your hand”

“shitty parents and kisses”

“fixing him up”

“only you, babe”

“move in with me”

ROBIN BUCKLEY

“I like him but you too”

“kisses in the closet”

“fell for his friend”

A shot of depresso, please

ROBIN BUCKLEY

“till death do us part”

https://at.tumblr.com/songs4themoon/maybe-in-another-life/7nj15ssyl3tf

“he ruined what we had”

https://at.tumblr.com/geekfanficwriter/hate-your-friends-robin-buckley-x-femreader/jjidifncqod9

“ignore me, but never forget me”

https://at.tumblr.com/saralanceswife/lies-rb/xktr6easu7na

Better than 🌽

———18+ MINORS DNI———

STEVE HARRINGTON

“what happens in the pool, stays in the pool”

https://at.tumblr.com/leossmoonn/skinny-dipping/ka7g7yn86x3c

“movies are better when we’re naked”

https://at.tumblr.com/spidernerdsblog/an-my-first-steve-harrington-fic-hope-you/u88on2yx5ar3

“first time”

https://at.tumblr.com/erin-bo-berin/i-had-a-request-for-a-smut-where-its-your-first/qsn0kdp5bcl8

“I’ve never been to camp but damn”

https://at.tumblr.com/msgorillagripcoochie/camp-funtime/43btbduamqa6

“in-character”

https://at.tumblr.com/0anonnymouslyours0/sex-joe-keery/kwe2yimbp0c9

ROBIN BUCKLEY

“can’t wait”

https://at.tumblr.com/ steveharringtonwiki/family-video/7xssa6mwoyx6

“good with her hands”

https://at.tumblr.com/claireunoia/please-please-robin-fingering-reader-i-will-lose/i67gh9gqmc8o

“stay strapped”

https://at.tumblr.com/sarahisgay01/ok-this-may-be-weird-but-i-cant-stop-thinking/x0faj3egsjxe

“what’s my name?”

https://at.tumblr.com/hawkins-losers/could-you-do-a-bottom-robin-smut-with-4-29-and/3a98hbpowont

EDDIE MUNSON

“showering but ain’t getting clean”

https://at.tumblr.com/munsonquinns/i-need-a-shower-smut-with-eddie-munson-not-even-a/6ix7xyowt85q

3SOMES

“literally just steddie love”

https://at.tumblr.com/peterthepark/%25F0%259D%2590%25A6%25F0%259D%2590%259E%25F0%259D%2590%259D%25F0%259D%2590%259D%25F0%259D%2590%25A5%25F0%259D%2590%259E-%25F0%259D%2590%259A%25F0%259D%2590%259B%25F0%259D%2590%25A8%25F0%259D%2590%25AE%25F0%259D%2590%25AD/oxyig0cwwgp4

“here for steddie”

https://at.tumblr.com/wwinterwitch/sex-drugs-etc-part-2-steddie-x-reader/senfxs4aowex

“pass the prize”

https://at.tumblr.com/h3avenguts/blunt-rotation-hawkins-gang-x-fem-reader/dmmgbr3by38w

“lesbian vs man”

https://at.tumblr.com/luvfae/ill-be-the-judge/lw827ipnxmqg

“camp rotation”

https://at.tumblr.com/sunflowersteves/camping-the-fruity-four-authors-note/jyysgftxombd

TO BE CONTINUED…

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santa-ana-first · 1 year

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Santa Ana, CA, Offers A Favorable Climate And Sporting Opportunities

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The No.1 apartment home in Santa Ana, CA, is the Broadstone Atlas. It has various floor plans available from the studio, one-bedroom, two-bedroom, and three-bedroom apartments. I like all these plans – The Harmony, The Aura, The Ascent, The Spark, The Zen, The Balance, The Energy, The Voyage, The Endurance, The Spirit, The Calm, The Intention, The Pursuit, The Vitality, The Odyssey, and The Momentum. All these rooms are equipped with fresh and outgoing amenities and a mix of great spaces. You'll like both the apartment's interior amenities and the community amenities. These are all perfect for making your life living beautiful. For details, call (949) 996-0051.

Bowers Museum in Santa Ana, CA

The Bowers Museum in Santa Ana, CA, offers beautiful exhibitions and programs. It's been over 112 years of the Annual Gold Medal Exhibition. Some upcoming events are Art in Content: The Arts of Venice from Byzantium to Biennale, A Night at the Movies presents Breakfast at Tiffany's (1961), Anne's Treasures – Painted Pots with Succulents, Celebrity speaker series; behind the scenes with the former FBI Kristen von KleinSmid, Chuck Jones Center for Creativity at Bowers Kidseum, ARCE: The Artistic Circle of St. Louis Painter with Dr. Branko van Oppen, de Ruiter, Orange Still Life with Watercolors, Lynds Thomas Distinguished Lecture Series, St. Patrick's Day Festival, Anne's Treasures – Cling Film Art, and more.

Santa Ana police department is looking to recruit more women.

The police department in Santa Ana is looking for more women to wear its badge. Their goal is to have 30% females in the police force by 2030. With this in mind, the recruitment team is tackling the barrier many female recruits often encounter, such as the physical agility test. At the national level, women comprise 14% of sworn police officers, and in Santa Ana, a lesser percentage. I like this move of the Santa Ana Police Department to recruit more female police officers because if not balance the rate of men and women police officers, a considerable percentage will be added. Read more.

Link to maps

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our-flag-means-death-ao3feed · 1 year

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Wise Men Never Try (Thankfully Neither of Them Are)

by milacane

Two lovers (ex-lovers? future lovers?) see each other across a boat. Other things happen too--pirates parry, captured crew members are ransomed and rescued, ships get sunk--but they're not important.

WARNING: heavily inspired by S2 leaks. While I'm looking forward to finding out all the ways I interpreted pixelated photos, cast/production team slip ups, and potential audition reels incorrectly, you have been warned.

Title from the song Some Enchanted Evening

Words: 2590, Chapters: 1/3, Language: English

Fandoms: Our Flag Means Death (TV)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/F, M/M

Characters: Blackbeard | Edward Teach, Stede Bonnet

Relationships: Blackbeard | Edward Teach/Stede Bonnet

Additional Tags: Potential Spoilers, Canon-Typical Violence, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, POV Blackbeard | Edward Teach, Swordfighting, Gun Violence, Arguing, post S1, Blackbeard | Edward Teach Loves Stede Bonnet, Blackbeard | Edward Teach/Stede Bonnet Reunion

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/43889107

#Our flag means death #ofmd

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storiesbyrhi · 4 months

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Witch!Reader x Bat/Vampire!Eddie Munson Series Masterlist The Grimoire The Timeline

Warnings: canon typical violence, horror genre typical violence/some infrequent gore, swearing, animal death, no beta, death in childbirth (mentioned, not described), abusive parents, suicide, spiders/bugs, grief/mourning; light smut; warnings updated each chapter.

Synopsis: No witch has stepped foot in Hawkins since 1845, but when Vecna opens the ground and poisons the town, a voice begins to call to you. Have you been brought back to this cursed place to heal the townspeople’s wounds, to save a hexed bat that always finds its way to you, or to redefine your history with a reunion 150 years in the making?

Chapter Summary: Looming doom. 2590 words.

1986

It was all about intention. When an individual is hexed, they are actively fighting the magic. The violence becomes part of the curse itself, making its results darker and stronger, and making it all the harder to break. However, if an individual invites the magic in… If their intention is to let the magic wash over them like a warm blanket in the dead of winter… Well, then wonderful things can happen.

White baneberry. Powdered tacca chantrieri. A little this. A little that. Spellwork and trust and love.

And there he was. Definitely more stoic than the bat you’d once known, his fur a shade or two lighter as well. But, your bat was back.

He looked at you from the floor before climbing out of the piles of clothing around him, clutching the ring you’d made Eddie wear during the ritual. The moss agate stone sparkled. The bat chittered, no doubt complaining that he should have been naked the whole time.

You held your hand out like you used to. The bat didn’t move.

“Please?” you asked, trying and failing to hold back your excitement. You didn’t want vampire Eddie to get a complex about you loving bat Eddie more.

The bat climbed into your palm. Bringing him up to face level, you smiled widely. He’d taken the same form of species - Eptesicus fuscus – but he was not the exact same bat. The lighter fur was the biggest indicator. The leather of his wings seemed a little thicker too. Eddie was a healthier bat, you figured.

“Hi… How did it feel? Are you you?”

Eddie chittered.

“Squeak once for yes, two for no. Are you you?”

One squeak.

“Did it hurt?”

Two.

“Good…” There were more questions you wanted to ask, but his overwhelming cuteness was making your brain go blank. “Eddie… You’re so adorable. It’s like… Like I need to squeeze you so hard you explode.”

With that, Eddie’s wings branched out and he flapped up and away from you, landing on top of the refrigerator.

You laughed. “I’m not gonna do it! I’m just… complimenting you.”

He stayed where he was.

Laughing again, you bent down to pick up Eddie’s clothes and carefully place the agate ring on your makeshift altar in the living room. As you turned back, you thought to yourself that he looked so innocent. So innocuous. So part of the natural world that-

“Fuck!” You crossed the space and leaned against the fridge, looking up at Eddie. “This is it. This is how you come with me when I go see the coven. Not one of them is going to see a bat in a tree and think ‘oh yeah, that’s probably a vampire…’ Right? This is it. It’s genius!”

He began to talk – to screech and chitter and flap his wings – and you couldn’t stop him. He had a lot to say and you understood none of it. When he took flight, you spoke the spell to undo the transformation.

If it happened slower, it would be horror on the grandest scale. Snapping bones and stretching skin and shedding cells. It was over in a second though, leaving a naked Eddie standing in the kitchen a little shaken.

“Sorry,” you said. “But I didn’t know what you were saying,”

“You need to tell me when you’re going to do that.”

The fear was barely detectable, but it was there nonetheless. “I’m sorry.” You reached out, pulling him into you. “You sure it doesn’t hurt?”

“It doesn’t hurt. But it felt like falling. A long way.”

Nuzzling into the crook of his neck, you nodded. “What were you saying?” you asked, voice lulled.

“I was saying that I do not like the idea of walking into a coven of witches defenseless.”

On paper, it was a valid point. Eddie had no control over the spell. Once you turned him into a bat, he had to wait for you to utter the words and reverse the magic. It was ultimate trust, but also ultimate vulnerability.

“Your defense is me.” Your lips were on him, the words mumbled, only just audible.

“And you have all my faith. It’s not you I worry about,” he whispered back, tilting his head so you had better access to his neck. You kissed him over and over. “You are my favourite witch. You are the witch that saved this town, this world. You are powerful and strong and predictably underestimated by your coven… But we cannot make the same mistake as them.”

You kissed Eddie’s sharp jawline, then cheek. “Say that again.”

Confused, Eddie went to repeat his last sentence.

“No. Not that. Who’s your favourite witch?”

“Oh. Oh.” The grin that split his face was a little evil and it made you weak at the knees. “You need me to tell you that you’re my favourite witch in the entire universe?”

“Mmmhmm,” you hummed, your cheeks burning with beautiful warmth.

“That every single thing you do is magic… That you are my sun and my stars. That I would bleed the world dry for you.”

You nodded, letting yourself go limp so Eddie had to hold you up.

“My favourite witch. My beautiful, little witch. Such a good witch.” Eddie hoisted you up, throwing you over his shoulder, and took you to the bedroom. He dropped you on the bed unceremoniously. “If you be a good witch for me now, I’ll let you do your little spell later and I’ll sleep in your pocket all night,”

“Promise?”

Eddie was on his knees, pulling you by the ankles towards him. He opened his mouth wide, sharp teeth a flash of white before he bit down on the softness of your inner thigh. A gasp melted into a moan, and when Eddie looked back up at you, his mouth was a blur of red.

“I promise. You be a good girl for me now. I’ll be a good bat for you later.”

…

Practice made perfect and after some fine-tuning, you and Eddie had the spell down to a couple of seconds. He wore the moss agate ring around his neck on a chain constantly. That meant the spell could be cast anywhere, at any time. It also made it easier when he turned for him to find it and fly it to you.

A week of testing showed that the potion that needed to be inside his body for the spell to work lasted twenty hours. Every morning when you woke, Eddie would drink a glass of it. Sometimes he’d down another at sunset if he wanted to remain small and cute overnight.

That was Eddie’s favourite part of it – the sleeping. Not only was he immune to the sun’s burn when in bat form, but he could sleep. Although he often stayed up to read and learn, he loved to fall into a soft nothingness with you.

When the ritual of it all became second nature, you decided it should play a role in the protection spell you were writing for when you traveled to the Catskills to reunite with your coven. Potion and agate locked and loaded, all you had to do was speak “sic fiat” and Eddie would be battified.

He could tell, though, that you weren’t satisfied with the process. He would catch you deep in thought, staring almost through him.

“Unburden yourself.” Eddie was suddenly in front of you, hands cupping your face. “Share your troubles,”

“You’re so dramatic,” you sighed, making no movement to push him away.

“But I’m right. Something is worrying you,”

“I’m not worried. I just… I think there’s something we have to figure out before we go see them,”

“Ah, I see. And presumably, I will not like this something.”

The way you were chewing your lip made Eddie sad. He wedged his thumb between your teeth to stop you.

“We need to know if you’re still… the same… when you’re a bat,”

“We know that. We know I’m still me,”

“No, I mean, if sunlight doesn’t hurt you, what does witchfire do? And if you’re hurt as the bat, does that injury stay when you turn back? And then, when you’re the bat again… Do you scar? And what about the-”

“Hey, hey, my love, calm down,” Eddie hushed. He pulled you into him, rocking you gently. “Fate did not disobey all her rules, only to lead us to doom.”

You looked at him through your tears. “But what if she did?” It had taken 150 years to find your way back to each other and the mere thought of losing Eddie again was enough to drive you mad.

“Come on now. Aren’t you meant to be telling me that this is all connected in some mystical and universal way? That all the pieces are falling into place?”

He pressed his lips to your forehead, the coolness of his skin a balm for your hot anxiety. You breathed out as he kissed down your nose, finding your mouth and kissing you deeply.

Eddie spoke softly. “We will do this again and again, until you have filled a book with knowledge. Then, when you are ready, we will face whatever comes next.”

…

The weather was almost as hot as it would get that year. Eddie didn’t sweat. His cheeks never bruised red with heat. He was your own personal cooling system. That is when he wasn’t swooping through Hawkins with one part grace and one part mania.

“I never truly felt the American sun,” he’d told you one night. You were lying on the bed, naked, lazy, in love. “And summer at night is different. Europe is different,”

“You can get sunstroke, so you have to be careful.”

Eddie laughed. As a bat, he could sleep and fly by day, and as your weeks of testing revealed, go unharmed by witchfire. He felt more alive and more unstoppable than ever before.

“Don’t laugh at me! Remember, when you hide your vampireness from magic, your mortality is suddenly seen by everything else.” He laughed again, so you hit him with a pillow and yelled, “Sic fiat!” before he could retaliate.

Eddie fluttered his wings against your hair, causing chaos and knots.

“Nawww. Is my precious little baby bat angry?”

He perched in the corner of the room, aiming for broody and landing on sulky.

“If you promise to be sun safe, I’ll turn you back.”

Eddie chirped with indignation, but came back to the bed. You broke the spell and kissed Eddie on his human and very pouty lips.

“I promise,” he whispered.

You giggled into him, letting him growl and pull you under the sheets.

…

What if it wasn’t enough? What if the magic, just the bastard daughter of the forest gate spell and other protection charms, couldn’t shield Eddie from your coven’s craft?

“We may not need it at all,” Eddie offered kindly.

Dramatically, you rolled your head to look at him, dead expression, moody as hell. He chuckled and reached out to boop your nose. You swatted him away and turned back to your altar.

“We haven’t talked about…” Eddie hesitated, ever mindful of how you felt. “…what exactly you want or… need from this… meeting.”

The black cat bone was ground to the finest powder possible, but you continued to aggressively smash the pestle against the mortar. Eddie waited for you to reply, but rather than speak, you began to rip sage leaves apart like a wolf with a rabbit.

It was risky, but Eddie asked, “Do you expect them to apologise?”

“I don’t need an apology,” you snapped.

“What else is there but that?”

The ignominy of the coven finding out what was done. Revenge or retribution. Surely you did not seek these things, for the Wiccan Rede demands peace and healing. An ye harm none, do what ye will.

Pushing yourself up off the floor, you walked too quickly to the kitchen and filled the kettle with water too violently for any of it to be normal. Eddie stayed where he was, giving you space to process.

It hurt so much. Your heart ached and body felt heavy with embarrassment. You wanted justice, although its form you didn’t know. You wanted harmony within the coven. You wanted to feel how you did before 1836, brimming with solidarity and in love with sisterhood. You wanted your mother and aunt to fix what they had done.

The scene was so vivid. A picture of a life with meaning. Eddie and your coven and magic with purpose. It could all happen. It could. But your imagination was writing stories in wet sand, the waves threatening to wipe it clean at any moment.

You felt like a silly, stupid little girl.

Eddie tried your name again, after the first few times fell on deaf ears. You turned around, kettle still in hand. He gently took it from you, placing it on the stove and igniting the flame. Tea would do you good.

“It is not impossible,” he comforted.

“I’m… scared… I don’t want to have to choose,”

“You won’t have to,”

“You don’t know that! We don’t know anything.” The mug you pulled from the cupboard was slammed down hard. You threw a teabag in it, which concerned Eddie. You always brewed a mix of loose leaf and herbs. “We don’t know if they’re going to try to kill you as soon as they see you. We don’t know if they’re going to try to kill me.” The water wasn’t boiled but you took it from the stove and poured it haphazardly into the mug. “We don’t know anything!” And it spilled. “FUCK!”

Eddie caught the falling kettle, placing it back on the stove, while hauling you away from the mess before more damage could be done. He took your hand and assessed the burn. It was red and angry, but not as much as you.

“So fucking stupid,” you seethed, tears running down your cheeks. You forced yourself out of Eddie’s embrace and ran the kitchen tap, placing your hand under it.

He wanted to tell you to heal it, but knew better. You didn’t want to be told what to do. You certainly didn’t want to be told what to do with your magic.

Eddie was easy to read. You sighed and looked down at your burnt hand. “Just… let me feel it for a minute. Before I fix it.”

He nodded, taking a tentative step towards you. “For a minute,” he repeated softly.

You let him press you into the bench, pining you to it. He rested his head on your shoulder and arms around your waist. Closing your eyes, you took a shaky breath in and out. In and out.

After two minutes (he timed it), Eddie reached out and turned the tap off. You complied with the unsaid instruction and healed yourself.

“I don’t know if I’m scared of having to choose, or if I’m scared that I know I’d choose you,” you confessed. What kind of witch doesn’t choose her coven? What kind of woman follows a man over her sisters?

“It won’t matter. I will not make you choose. I will take that burden from you.”

Turning around, you buried yourself in Eddie. He held you tightly, just a little too tightly, just how you liked it, then brought you to the couch. Another film on his list, A Nightmare on Elm Street, was pushed into the VHS player, and not another word was uttered until daybreak.

End Note: Thank you to @deathbecomesthem for help with this chapter (ages ago, so you might not even remember helping hehe).

I am beginning to map out how this story ends, so if you have any requests for things you want to see happen, now is the time to send them in! Ideas for dates you want them to go on? Movies you want them to watch? Any weird little thoughts you’ve got rattling around in that pretty brain of yours? I’d love to hear them.

Fic Taglist: @paranoidmunson @idkidknemore @paprikaquinn @stardustworlds @loz-brooke @wyverntatty @vintagehellfire @dark-academia-slut @scarletwitchwhore @becks1002 @mrsdollardog @heyndrix @luceneraium @rosaline-black @devilinthepalemoonlite @goldencherriess @iamwhisperingstars @wiltedwonderland @blueywrites @breezybeesposts @jadehowlettthewolf @spikesvamp79 @foreveranexpatsposts @tortoiseshellspells @wingedpeachjudgegiant @stardustmunson @live-love-be-unique @fangirling-4-ever @reanimated-alice @b-irock @gh0stlybunnie @myown-worstenemy-2003 @woozzz @cyberxlust @hiscrimsonangel @buckysbarne @m00nlight101 @word-wytch @spicysix @briasnow-blog @goth-cowgirl-03

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#Mine #Burning Yarrow #Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson x You #Eddie Munson/Reader #Eddie Munson x Reader #Eddie Munson/You

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thevouofficial · 2 years

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10 Best Gucci Bags To Invest In, From New To All Time Favorites (2022 Edition)

Most Popular Gucci Bags, from Iconic Gucci Tote to New Gucci Shoulder Bags & Outlet Selections

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EDITOR’S CHOICE

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Shortly after, celebrities flooded the brand’s boutique in Florence, justifying Gucci’s high price and exclusive image.

Gucci was the favorite of Princess Elizabeth, Eleanor Roosevelt, Elizabeth Taylor, Bette Davis, Katharine Hepburn, and Sophia Loren.

Gucci handbags have also adorned the wrists of some of the most powerful women in history, such as Princess Diana, Jackie Onassis, and Grace Kelly, granting Gucci bags a place in fashion history. (adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({});

1/10 Soho Small Leather Disco Bag

Best Crossbody Gucci Bag

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EDITOR’S NOTE:

“Loved by downtown girls and boys worldwide, the Gucci Soho crossbody bag is the ultimate ‘finishing touch’ accessory, versatile for anything Instagramable you have in mind, from disco nights to city breaks.”

FARFETCH | $1490

SSENSE | $1490

When Frida Giannini succeeded Alessandra Facchinetti as Gucci’s creative director in 2012, her first Gucci bag to launch was the Soho Disco bag line.

The ‘camera-ready’ crossbody bag was crafted with pebbled calfskin leather and embossed with the interlocking double-G logo.

And even since, like all Gucci bags, all Soho Discos Gucci bags are crafted in Prato, just outside Florence.

Other Gucci crossbody bag alternatives are the Gucci GG Marmont – with a golden chain-strap, and the Gucci Dionysus range, both on the more selected, dinner-date style.

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2/10 Jackie 1961 Hobo Bag

Best Gucci Hobo Bag

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EDITOR’S NOTE:

“The classic Gucci hobo bag saw many iterations under Tom Ford and Frida Giannini. Still, the 2021 reinterpretation by Michele, adored by Harry Styles and Kate Moss, delivers an adjustable strap, piston closure, and more structure.”

FARFETCH | $2590

MYTHERESA | $2518

Like the powerful woman this Gucci bag is named after, the Jackie Gucci bag is a timeless creation that owns a piece of fashion history.

In 1961, Gucci introduced a Hobo-style bag that caught the eye of Jackie Kennedy.

Jackie was familiar with Gucci bags through her husband, famously in love with Gucci’s loafer moccasins.

Upon seeing a paparazzi image of Jackie Kennedy wearing the Gucci hobo bag (initially called the Fifties Constance), the Gucci family decided to rename it the Jackie line.

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3/10 Dionysus GG Shoulder Bag

Best Gucci Shoulder Bag

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EDITOR’S NOTE:

“Like the Greek deity, the Gucci Dionysus bag is worshipped and conferred an It-bag status as a signature piece of the Gucci bags family. Gucci Dionysus is the must-have bag for entrepreneurs, business people, and successful individuals.”

FARFETCH | $2400

MYTHERESA | $2370

No other Gucci bag encapsulates better the Geek Chic aesthetic of the modern days than the Dionysus, Michele’s first bag for the Italian label.

The shoulder/crossbody bag features a double-flap shape in Gucci’s coated canvas textile, and it is closed with U-shaped hardware that recalls Gucci’s fall 2015 ready-to-wear collection.

In Greek mythology, Dionysus (Dyonisos) is the god of the grape harvest, winemaking, orchards and fruit, vegetation, insanity, ritual madness, religious ecstasy, and festivity.

Michele’s aesthetic creation symbolizes a unique Gucci bag decorated with fantastical, mythical embroideries, eclectic bolts, and patchwork to celebrate fertility and success.

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4/10 Gucci Horsebit 1955 Mini Bag

Best Gucci Mini Bag

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EDITOR’S NOTE:

“The ‘horse bit’ is the mouthpiece used to foster communication between horse and rider, aiming to symbolize majestic confidence, control, and power. With a fast-identifiable design, the Gucci Horsebit bag exudes confidence and has a special seat in contemporary fashion trends.”

FARFETCH | $1050

MYTHERESA | $1037

The Horsebit bag line entered Gucci’s fashionable oeuvre in 1953 after Aldo Gucci realized that the brand’s shoppers appreciate a touch of history in their handbags.

In that sense, Aldo Gucci decided to link the Horsebit line to the myth that the Gucci family had once been saddlemakers to nobility.

As Aldo leaned into the equine concept, the Horsebit line uses top-stitching elements reminiscent of that on saddles-adorned handbags adorned with green and red stripes, which later became a Gucci signature element.

Since 1955, the Gucci Horsebit elegant hardware has become as recognizable as Chanel’s double Cs, a stylistic element incorporated in various shapes by Tom Ford, Alessandra Facchinetti, and Frida Giannini (tote), satchel, and shoulder bag), all unified by the instantly identifiable double D-rings.

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5/10 Gucci Bestiary Belt Bag With Bees

Best Gucci Belt Bag

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EDITOR’S NOTE:

“Gucci fanny packs are ideal accessories for city breaks and festivals. Depending on the collaboration you shop for, you can wear your Gucci bag casually, with athleisure and ‘dad sneakers,’ or a more stylish approach with a boho style dress and a bucket hat as you enjoy the sunny summer days.”

FARFETCH | $1100

Known as Gucci fanny packs, Gucci waist bags, or Gucci belt bags, this is a category apart in Gucci’s arsenal of modern streetwear and casual bag accessories.

The Gucci belt bag releases have been so successful that the Italian label has decided to launch collaborative bags with Disney, Supreme, North Face, etc.

Each collaborative Gucci belt bag symbolizes the connection between two brands with similar histories and values to celebrate the spirit of exploration.

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6/10 GG Supreme Diaper Bag

Best Gucci Diaper Bag

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EDITOR’S NOTE:

“This is the ultimate baby changing bag designed in GG Supreme canvas, complete with multiple pockets, a fold-out changing mat, an adjustable web shoulder strap, leather trims, and the GG pattern placed at the forefront for mothers that do not compromise on style.”

FARFETCH | $1450

MYTHERESA | $1432

As the name suggests, the Gucci diaper bag line is designed for mothers who do not compromise on their style.

Embracing the new possibilities within variations of the Gucci archives, the collection of Gucci diaper bags is designed to provide a fresh look through which to view the emblematic GG reigns supreme.

Already an evolution of Gucci’s bag versatile and easy-to-wear line, Gucci Diaper is reimagined in a series of bright colors as a motif synonymous with Gucci’s Creative Director’s long-term vision.

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7/10 The Diana Bag

Best Gucci Tote Bag

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EDITOR’S NOTE:

“The Diana Bag sports a double-G logo facing the same direction (Michele’s play with the Gucci monogram) and a neon-colored elastic strap, added as a playful and removable reference to the elastic bands used to keep the bamboo handles in shape, but also to lady Di’s headband.”

GUCCI | $3980

FARFETCH | $3980

Bamboo-handled bags have always been part of the Gucci repertoire, since the beginning, as a unique style representing the Italian House.

But what made bamboo-handled Gucci bags famous were Princess Diana’s trips to the gym in biker shorts and oversized sweatshirts, with putty-colored suede Gucci bags.

In 2021 – on the day that would have been Princess Di’s 60th birthday, Michele launched ‘The Diana Bag,’ a bamboo-handled tote much like the version worn by the Princess.

Diana Gucci Tote bag remains one of the best designer handbags, given its heritage, style, and versatility.

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8/10 Ophidia GG Bucket Bag

Best Gucci Bucket Bag

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EDITOR’S NOTE:

“A Gucci bucket bag is a silhouette with staying power. Thanks to the brand’s peerless Italian craftsmanship, the monogrammed Ophidia design will carry you from season to season with the air of an absolute celebrity.”

FARFETCH | $1980

SAKS | $1980

In a unique signature cut and structured style, the versatility of Gucci bucket bags makes all other bags pail in comparison.

As part of the bucket bag style, there’s the classic quilted GG Marmont, the monogrammed Ophidia, and the iconic 1955 Horsebit.

Inspired by an archival design from the ’70s, a hallmark era of the Gucci House, the bucket bag design features a strap and drawstring closure and can be worn as a cross-body bag.

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9/10 Ophidia GG Small Backpack

Best Gucci Backpack

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EDITOR’S NOTE:

“Part of the ever-expanding Gucci Ophidia line, this backpack is crafted in GG Supreme canvas with textured leather trim. The inlaid green and red Web detail and Double G hardware are steeped in the House’s rich history, referencing symbols incorporated in Gucci collections since the ’50s.”

FARFETCH | $1980

SAKS | $1980

Gucci’s backpack brings a versatile style that lets you use them as travel accessories or book bags.

The backpack style continues to be an essential silhouette in the world of Gucci, offered in various sizes and interpretations.

The brand’s collection of backpacks includes classic GG monogram backpacks and GG star-print canvas backpacks, and more.

My favorite is the GG Supreme canvas with ‘Centum’ stars in bright and colorful geometric motifs that recall the uniforms worn by horse riding jockeys.

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10/10 Dionysus Dog Embroidery Hobo Bag

Best Gucci Vintage Bag

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EDITOR’S NOTE:

“Although described as classics, Gucci bags have a modern, eccentric flair, mainly seen in Gucci Dionysus hobo line. Embroidered with references to Greek mythology, such as Zeu’s tiger that crossed the Tigris river and Cerberus, the dog of Hades, these bags are the perfect definition of vintage.”

FARFETCH | $2212

STOCKX | $2060

Despite Gucci’s long history as a creator of leather goods, the double “G” s and the signature red and green web have carried the brand well into the twenty-first century with great success and worldwide renown.

Gucci bags reflect a unique reputation for cutting-edge designs and bold branding, celebrating the house’s cheerful Italian roots.

Nowadays, the brand is represented by an international crowd of trendsetters who patronize the brand on every social media platform.

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Conclusion

From classic style to American style and ‘geek-chic’ style, all Gucci handbags in this article were selected for availability and as the best representants of the House of Gucci in 2022.

Also, all Gucci bags in this article were checked for classic design elements and item details such as:

1) the ® authenticity stamps and authenticity certificate service. 2) the authentic Gucci font. 3) ‘made in Italy – in lowercase letters.

…as the brand’s trademark symbol approach that ensures authentic items.

Gucci Bags FAQs

How much do Gucci bags cost?

Most Gucci bags �� available for the mass market – cost between $1000-$7,500, depending on the style, edition, materials, etc. However, Gucci also launches limited editions, rare releases, and seasonal bags, often priced above $3500, going up to $100,000 for a limited edition timeless piece.

How do you tell if a Gucci bag is real?

All genuine Gucci bags are serialized and recorded in the brand’s database. The serial number is located on a dark brown leather tab (authenticity tab) inside the bag. The leather tag should also have an authenticity heat stamp with the brand’s trademark symbol, the brand’s double G logo, and the words ‘Made in Italy.’

Are Gucci bags still handmade?

Every Gucci bag is handcrafted in Italy or Switzerland by the brand’s expert artisans, known for their craftsmanship and meticulous attention to detail.

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Captain Obvious, Captain Underpants, and Captain America are triplets born on the Fourth of July. Their father is Captain Crunch.

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What Should’ve Been

Summary: Mobius is showing Loki what his life should’ve been had he not taken the Tesseract and jumped. But there are some events that Loki feels were not worth giving up.

Warnings: Just putting our poor Loki through even more trauma/Implied Smut/Death/Pregnancy & Children/A bit of harsh language/Italics are flashbacks

Word Count: 2590

A/N: I think I might start posting at least one fanfiction a day, if not every other day. I love writing these too much :)

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“What now? You going to show me more of my ‘dead mother’? I’m done with this,” Loki hissed.

“Sit down!” Mobius instructed.

Loki scoffed before pulling his chair back out and sitting, “Go on then. Show me what else was supposed to happen in my lifetime.”

“Alright. But remember, you asked for this,” Mobius warned before he hit the play button once again.

“Marry Y/N?” Thor appeared on the projection.

“Yes, Brother,” Loki nodded, pulling a ring from his pocket, “Do you think she’ll like it?”

“She’ll love it,” Frigga had stepped into frame, beaming as always.

“I never took you for the marrying sort, Brother,” Thor teased.

Loki laughed , “Neither did I. But Y/N...she’s just different, I suppose. And this feels right.”

“Well, if it’s any consolation, I really like her,” Frigga grinned.

Loki smiled, “I don’t know if I can wait any longer. I wanted to plan a romantic evening or something.”

Frigga giggled, “Well, if you’re not in a waiting mood, I did happen to hear that our young Y/N was taking an afternoon stroll through the palace gardens with some of the school children.”

Loki smirked, placing the ring back in his pocket, “Thank you, Mother,” he gave Frigga a hug and his brother a curt nod before running off.

“What is this?” Loki asked, “How’re you doing this? This already happened.”

“Like I said, the TVA knows everything. Past, present, and future,” Mobius answered. He pressed a few buttons on his computer. The tape skipped ahead, stopping on Loki dressed in his formal attire standing in the throne room.

The sweet music of an organ filled the throne room. Nearly the entirety of Asgard gathered to witness the event. The aisle leading to the throne was decorated with vibrant Asgardian wild flowers that little school girls’ had scattered. All eyes fell to the entrance of the throne room. Loki’s breath hitched and his eyes watered as he watched you walk down the aisle, Thor escorting you.

“She looks absolutely beautiful,” voices of the crowd murmured.

“Maybe Prince Loki is the more lucky one after all,” another voice added.

Loki couldn’t agree more. He had never seen anyone as breathtaking as you. His palms were growing sweatier by the minute as you walked towards him.

“Hi,” you mouthed as you approached the end of the aisle.

Thor smiled down as he handed you over to Loki, “Congratulations, Y/N. You look amazing.”

You grinned, “Thank you, Thor.” you gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before Loki pulled you to join him.

“Looks like you still got to marry her, don’t know how you pulled that one off,” Mobius commented, “Seems like you turned around quite a bit. I’m thinking she had something to do with that.”

Loki couldn’t help but chuckle as tears welled in his eyes, “Y/N always has a way of seeing the beauty in everyone. Suppose that’s why her and Mother get along so well.”

“Seems she saw something in you too,” Mobius added, “I daresay you look genuinely happy, Loki.”

“I do,” Loki muttered. Mobius again forwarded the tape. Loki was approaching you from behind as you placed flowers in the reflecting pool.

‘’Surprise!” Loki smirked as he wrapped his arms around you, revealing the beautiful bouquet of flowers he had gathered.

You turned and revealed a very swollen belly, “Oh, Loki,” you chuckled, “You scared me half to death!”

Loki chuckled, “Sorry, darling. Just thought I’d come surprise my two favourite girls.”

“Keep up your tricks and you might send me into labour quicker than you’d really like,” you teased.

Loki’s hand softly caressed your belly, “The quicker she’s here, the better.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his naivety, “You say that now. But just wait a week into it when we’re both sleep deprived and knee-deep in dirty nappies.”

“I think I’ll love every minute of it,” Loki grinned.

“You think,” you chuckled.

Loki rolled his eyes at your comment, “You know we still need to decide on a name for her.”

“I think I have one,” you smirked.

“Oh do tell, darling,” Loki grinned. You leaned over and whispered it into his ear. Loki’s grin getting impossibly wider, “Perfect.”

“I thought so too,” you smiled before giving Loki a chaste kiss, “Now, can we please go find some lunch? Little miss is getting rather hungry.”

“Whatever your heart desires, my love,” Loki kissed your hand before intertwining your fingers and escorting you towards the palace.

“Children too?” Mobius questioned, “Seemed you had quite the nice little life with Miss Y/N.”

Loki, for once in his whole life, was utterly speechless. He had no memory of any of this and yet there it was all in front of him. Him and you, happy and starting a family.

“Play the clip,” Loki demanded.

“Alright, hold your horses,” Mobius chuckled before forwarding the clip more.

“Shhh, it’s alright,” Loki cooed at a whimpering infant as he rocked the bundle back and forth in his arms.

He looked over at your sleeping figure in your bed as he tried his best to keep the infant from crying too loudly.

“You’re going to wake your mother and she needs her rest,” Loki whispered. The infant still fussed, “Alright, how about some fresh air?” Loki walked carefully to the balcony. The baby began to quiet a bit, “Knew that would work,” he smirked proudly. And just as he said those words, instant regret as the infant let out a loud cry.

Loki’s brow furrowed and his eyes widened as he began to rock the infant a bit more vigorously. Peeking over at your still-sleeping figure, you stirred a bit but never woke up.

“Okay, okay,” he tried to calm the infant, “How about?” he thought, “In stormy black mountains,” Loki began to sing softly in Asgardian.

“I wander alone,

Across glaciers,

I make my way,

In the apple garden,

Stems in the end, waiting, and singing,

When are you coming home?”

“That’s beautiful,” a voice snapped him from his singing.

Loki turned around to you with your shawl wrapped around you, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.”

You smiled, “It’s alright. Had a hard time sleeping anyway. I was wondering when you were gonna get ready to pass her off for me to deal with. But,” you motioned towards the now peacefully sleeping infant, “Seems I should be getting used to full night sleeps again.”

Loki grinned down at the sleeping bundle, “I didn’t think it’d actually work.”

You chuckled, “Where’d you learn it?” Loki handed the baby over to you as you both walked to the cradle at the foot of your bed, laying the sleeping baby to rest for, hopefully the rest of the night.

“My mother,” Loki answered as you both peered down at the baby, “She used to sing it to Thor and I when she’d put us to bed. Father always insisted on night maids to do it but Mother was always too stubborn. Now, I think I understand why.”

You smiled at the little bundle before meeting Loki’s proud eyes, “I’m glad you see things from her point of view.”

Loki chuckled as he tried to hold back the tears in his green eyes, “I love you both so much.”

You put your hand to his cheek, “And we love you.” He brought you in for a soft, loving kiss. As you both watched as your daughter slept.

“And you sing?” Mobius grinned, “Wow! What can’t you do?”

“Shut up,” Loki spat, “I want to keep watching. Play the damn tape.”

“Alright, alright. Give me a second, sheesh,” Mobius scoffed before forwarding the tape a bit more.

Loki’s hands were over his eyes as he counted, “7...8...9...10! Ready or not here I come!”

You, a small boy and a slighter larger girl were crouching behind a bed. Each of you shushing each other as Loki wandered around the room, seeking you.

“Shh or he’ll hear us!” the little boy whispered rather loudly.

And before you knew it, Loki magically popped next to you, “Found you!”

The girl and boy squealed as Loki went to catch them, “No fair! We said no magic Daddy!”

“What’re you talking about?” Loki laughed as he picked the kids up and wrestled with them on the bed, “I’d never use magic!”

“We just saw you do it,” the older girl giggled.

“Remember, children, your father is the God of Mischief,” you chuckled.

Loki narrowed his eyes before playfully pulling you into the pile, tickling your sides, “And the God of Mischief strikes again!”

“Loki! Let me go!” you giggled, fighting him off. There was a toll of a bell, “The children are going to be late for their lessons.” The fighting slowly but surely ceased as you straightened your children back out.

“Awww, Mummy, we were having fun,” your son huffed.

“Are you saying magic lessons aren’t fun?” Loki asked.

“No, Father, they are the most fun. My little brother just lacks the respect for magic,” your daughter beamed as she threw on her coat.

“Sounds like someone I know,” Loki muttered.

You hit him in the chest as you wrapped your son’s coat around him, “Know your way?”

“Yes, Mother,” your daughter nodded.

“Alright, go on then,” your daughter took off, your young son trying to trail behind, “And mind your brother, Frigga!”

“Probably already out of earshot now, darling,” Loki chuckled.

You laughed as you sat next to him on the edge of the bed, “They don’t even need me to escort them to their lessons anymore. They’re getting too big.”

“Bound to happen eventually, my love,” Loki teased, “We should be glad they’re getting more independent. Less work for us, right?”

You huffed, “But I liked all the work, Loki. I just wish they were babies again.”

Loki thought to himself before smirking, “How’s this sound?” he kissed the skin on your shoulder that your dress revealed, “We can,” kiss, “Try for just one more baby.”

Your eyes lit up as you turned around to straddle Loki, “You mean it?”

Loki chuckled, nodding, “I do.”

You grinned widely, “Well, then we better get started.” You began kissing Loki passionately. Both of you giggling as he turned you over onto your back.

“Three kids?” Mobius chuckled, “You had your work cut out for you. That daughter of yours, looked just like her mother. Bound to be a heartbreaker, I’d say. And your son? Spitting image of you.”

“We named her after my mother,” Loki muttered to himself.

“Huh? Oh yeah, I thought that was quite sentimental. Shall we continue?” Mobius resumed the tape.

This time a blood curdling scream ripped from your throat, “NO! Please, please! I beg you! Please don’t do this!”

Nothing but debris and bodies littered your surroundings as the titan,Thanos had Loki in his hard grip.

Thor was bound beside you, only his mouth was gagged. You, however, did not hesitate to use your voice.

“You loathsome, evil-”

“Quiet!” Ebony Maw snapped at you, “Unless you’d like to be gagged like your brother-in-law there.”

“I beg you please! W-We have children, a family. Just let us go!” you begged.

Thanos quirked a brow loosening his grip on Loki’s neck a bit, “I know what it feels like to lose family. My own daughter loathes me.” He still didn’t let Loki go, “Maybe your children will do better without a compulsive liar raising them.”

“No, please!” you cried, “Please! Take me instead! Please, I beg of you. Take me instead.”

“Y/N, no!” Loki struggled.

Thanos re-tightened his grip, cutting off Loki’s protesting, “You’d give your life for this wastrel?”

You nodded, “Without question.”

Thanos let out a low chuckle, tossing Loki to the ground, “Never thought an average mortal could have so much compassion for a conniving god like this one.”

Thanos nodded for Ebony Maw to release you from your bindings, “Say your goodbyes,” he hissed.

“Make it quick,” Thanos grunted as he cracked his knuckles and turned to his adviser.

You limped over to Loki, collapsing next to his bruised body, “Loki, my love, can you hear me?” you pushed back his tangled hair from his face.

“Y/N,” he groaned, “Please don’t do this.”

“I-I have to. I can’t let our children grow up without you. They need you,” you sobbed as you continued to run over his hair.

“They need us, Y/N,” Loki insisted.

You tried to put on a brave front, “I’m afraid that’s just not an option, my love.”

“Times up,” Thanos turned back around.

“NO! NO!” Loki protested, attempting to get himself up.

“I love you, Loki,” you whispered, kissing his forehead before Ebony Maw dragged you off him.

“STOP! LET HER GO!” Loki’s voice hoarse as he scram.

Thanos wrapped his hand around your neck, same as he had did to Loki only moments before. Not yet squeezing as he smirked at the pleading god, “If it’s any consolation, this proves that she really does love you, doesn’t it?”

“Just kill me,” you muttered, “You’ve made us suffer enough.”

Thanos chuckled, “As you wish.” Crack.

Your body fell limp in his grasp.

“NO!” Thor’s yell still muffled by his makeshift gag.

Loki’s heart felt as if it had stopped beating and his breath was caught in his throat, “No,” he muttered as the tears ran down his face, “NO! You bastard! I’ll kill you!” Loki didn’t hesitate to charge towards the titan.

Thanos had already anticipated the action and Loki found himself in the titan’s grasp once again.

“For someone with such a sly and clever history, you really do lack the element of surprise, don’t you?” Thanos mocked.

“You will die for that,” Loki gasped as Thanos tightened his hold.

“Maybe,” the titan shrugged, “But you won’t be the one to do it.” Crack.

Loki watched the projection in horror as Thanos threw his deceased body next to yours. Then disappearing before Thor could even get a chance. Trying to hide the tears as Thor cried over both of your bodies.

“Had enough?” Mobius let the tape run through as it finished.

Loki swallowed harshly, “N-No. That wasn’t real. None of that ever happened.”

“Not to you,” Mobius repeated what he had told Loki earlier in their session, “This was your future, Loki.”

“Enough,” Loki hissed, “Where is she? Where’s Y/N? Where’s my mother? My brother? My family.”

Mobius shook his head, “Gone, Loki. You can’t get to them from here.”

“You tell me where they are or so help me-” Loki grunted as he stood from his seat.

“You gonna kill me?” Mobius chuckled, “Go ahead and try.”

Loki wasted no time in charging towards Mobius. But then he found himself back in his original seated position.

“Enough of this. Let me out and let me go home,” he threw his chair back as he stood.

“Not a chance. You don’t have a home to go back to. All that that you just witnessed is never going to happen because of you,” Mobius explained, “No wife, no children, no happy ending.”

Loki scoffed, “Happy ending?” he shook his head, “T-That was not a happy ending.”

Mobius sighed, “I’m sorry.”

Loki sobbed as he fell back into his chair, “So, I’ll never get to see her again?”

Mobius shook his head, “I’m sorry, Loki.”

A cold feeling swept over the God of Mischief as he swallowed his agony, “Alright, what do you want to know, Mobius?”

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day twenty three: “don’t leave!” | a.b. & s.r.

summary: everything is falling apart, and sarah doesn’t know how to cope with all of this

pairing: ava bekker x sarah reese

warnings: season 5 spoilers, canon character death (cornelius rhodes), murder, threats, angst with no happy ending

word count: 2590

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When Sarah’s phone lights up in the middle of the workday with Connor’s number on it, she knows it can’t be good. Ever since she’d left Med behind, transferring to Lakeshore and continuing her residency there, she’d had very limited contact with her friends from Med. Not for anything bad, just because they were all busy people, and she barely had enough social battery left at the end of the day to be with her girlfriend.

She answers the call on the third ring, putting the phone on speaker as she potters around the kitchen and finishes up baking dessert for her and Ava to eat later. When Connor speaks he sounds angry at her, and at first she blames it on his father’s death: it’s all over the tabloids and even Ava had mentioned it to her. But then he starts hurling accusations at her, demanding that she tell him if she knew.

“What is there to know Connor? I don’t understand.” She says calmly, hoping that he’ll do the same.

“Ava. She’s the one who killed my father.”

“I’m sorry, you what?” Sarah asks, a high pitched ringing in her ear making itself known to her.

“She killed him. Overdosed him on insulin, hell, she even made out to the cops that I was the one who did it!”

“No, there’s no way.” Sarah’s voice cracks, her free hand flying up to tug at her loose curls. “Ava would never do a thing like that. How can you be so sure?”

“Because the moment that Latham said the police were tracing the chromium in the insulin, she took off, and the cops haven’t seen her since. They’ll be at your place in no time, I’m so sorry Sarah.”

“No, don’t be, I’m sorry. If Ava really did what you’re saying she did then, I, I’m really sorry. Did the police say when they’d be here?”

“Just that they’d be going to your apartment to have a talk with you and to stake it out in case Ava returns.”

She nods to herself before hanging up on Connor, apologising once again. Surely she wasn’t capable of this, surely she wouldn’t have done such a thing, she’d sworn the same Hippocratic oath as all of them had, and it’s not like she’d ever exhibited any symptoms before; homicidal tendencies or otherwise.

God, is this what she would become to Sarah? A bunch of missed symptoms and heartbreak? The first time she was truly in love with someone and they wound up being a killer (maybe like attracts like). Except she can’t think like that, not when there’s not even any proof that she did what she’s being accused of, and maybe there’s a perfectly reasonable explanation as to why her innocent girlfriend is a fugitive of the law.

But when the front door flies open and Ava is right there; her hands shaking (her hands never shake, not even at her most anxious), her eyes darting over her shoulder as if she’s expecting someone to be chasing her (who would be chasing her?) Sarah can’t keep up the act. Ava barely gives her a second glance as she tears about their apartment, going into the kitchen and grabbing their sharpest knife and waving it at Sarah whenever she’s at arm's length.

“Aves, what are you doing?” She sobs, begging her to stop for a moment. “What the hell is going on? Why are you waving a knife at me? Please baby just put it down.”

“I have to go, Sarah. I can’t stay here and drag you down with me, they’re already looking for me, it’s only a matter of time before they get here. This way-” her voice cracks as she speaks, and all Sarah wants to do is tug her into a tight embrace, “this way you don’t have to lie when you say that I threatened you with bodily harm when I came back here.”

“Please Ava.” Sarah cries out as her girlfriend tears their home apart, turning the place they’d fought so heavily to make warm into an icy cold box. “Please we can sort this out, you’re clearly not well, we can get you help, just don’t do this. Don’t leave me alone, I can’t bear it.”

Ava smiles sadly at the brunette, lowering her arm so that she can kiss her on the crown of her head one final time.

“Move on for me sweetheart. It’s okay, I’ll love you until my dying day, my lovely Sarah May.”

Slamming the door behind her, taking the knife with her, Ava leaves Sarah still sobbing in the kitchen, curled up on the floor for Kim and Jay to find her a quarter of an hour later. She doesn’t see the saddened looks that they exchange, nor that Kim puts away the handcuffs she had taken out to escort Sarah down to the precinct. In fact she only notices their arrival when Kim crouches down to her level and places a comforting hand on her shoulder.

“Sarah, we need to take you down to the precinct for a little while, just until CSU has processed your apartment, is that okay?”

“I can’t-” is all she manages to say before another round of tears start streaming down her face.

“Hey, hey, that’s okay. Come on, let’s get you off the floor and then we can take it one step at a time.”

Carefully, they lift her off of the floor, sandwiching her between them and slowly guiding her through the destroyed apartment. All the little tchotchkes they’d furnished it with had been strewn everywhere, as if Ava couldn’t leave them where they were when both of their lives were being torn apart forever, and their photo frames were smashed, glass painting the ground.

By the time they reach the squad car, all of her tears have dried up completely, and she spends the entire journey back staring blankly out of the window, not making a sound despite the visceral shivers coursing through her body. When they’ve made it to the precinct, Jay has to tug Sarah’s limp body from the car, instructing Kim to get a foil blanket and to warn Trudy about the brunette’s state.

As he escorts her through the building, carrying most of her weight as she leans against him, it’s virtually empty, Trudy clearly having worked her magic, and when they get to an interrogation room, and the desk sergeant sees her distraught face, a deeply saddened look makes itself known on all of their faces. Moments later Kim comes in, armed with a bottle of water, a snack bar and the blanket, draping the shiny fabric over her shoulders and quietly sighing with relief as she tugs it closer on instinct.

“You’ll want my statement, won’t you?” Sarah’s voice is dull, no inflection of any kind even as she asks the question.

“Yes but we don’t need to do this now, Sarah.” Kim says softly, eyeing Jay and Trudy who both seem equally concerned for her.

“I know. But what’s the point in waiting, it’s not like I have anything to go back to.”

Just as Kim goes to try and persuade her to postpone it until she’s not in shock, Trudy holds her arm out to stop her, shaking her head and telling Sarah that they’d be just a minute. Leading the officers out of the room, Trudy gives them strict instructions to let Voight know that she would be running the interview and that no one was allowed to do or say anything to Sarah without her approval first.

Taking a steadying breath, she gestures for Jay to go to the other side of the glass and start recording, so that they could write up a statement for her to look over once she’s gotten over the initial shock. Sarah hasn’t moved, and it’s surprising to see her look so small and fragile. While Trudy hadn’t seen the young girl outside of brief interactions at Molly’s, she’d always had this light about her, even when the truth about her father came out she’d still maintained it.

“Okay, so Sarah, if you’re okay to start, could you please state your full name and date of birth for the tape please.”

“Dr. Sarah May Reese, 19th of May 1989.”

“In the room is Sergeant Trudy Platt, and observing is Detective Jay Halstead. The time is now 17:33, and this interview has now begun. Now Sarah, in your words can you describe what happened in regards to Cornelius Rhodes’ death and your girlfriend, Dr. Ava Faith Bekker’s suspected involvement?”

“I didn’t know she was involved up until tonight. When I found out that Cornelius had died, it was through the tabloids. I asked her about it when she got home from work, and all she said was that it was a heart attack and that Connor wasn’t coping too well. It wasn’t until tonight that I…”

“It’s okay, take your time.”

“It wasn’t until tonight that I was made aware of the nature of Cornelius’s death and her involvement in it.”

“And how were you made aware?”

“Connor called me. He was so angry and I just didn’t understand why. He kept accusing me of being involved and I didn’t know what I was supposed to be involved in. And then he told me that his father’s death was being classed as a murder, and that Ava had disappeared when Dr. Latham had disclosed the fact that the crime lab was tracing the chromium in the insulin she used. To kill him, that is.”

“What happened after that?”

“Uh, Connor hung up and a little while after that, Ava came home. I tried to talk to her but she was just, she was tearing up our home. She grabbed a knife from our knife block and started waving it at me whenever I went near her, and kept telling me that she had to leave. She didn’t say that she killed him, not explicitly, but it was there, she said she ‘couldn’t drag me down with her’, and not long after she left with her things and the knife.”

“So, just to clarify, you’re saying you have no idea where she went, nor did you know about her involvement in Cornelius Rhodes’ death.”

“I do not and did not. Sorry.”

“No that’s okay, thank you for your time Sarah, it’s over now.”

“Can I go home Trudy, please?”

“I’m sorry kid, not yet. You can sleep on the couch in the break room, come on, I’ll take you up there now.”

Trudy helps her stand up from the cold metal chair, hovering close by in case her legs give way, and she guides the young woman through the precinct, catching a glimpse of Adam and Kevin wandering through the halls before retreating back to where they came from. As they ascend the stairs to the Intelligence Unit’s floor, Trudy following behind Sarah, the conversation there grinds to a halt as all of them witness the distressed state she’s in.

Hailey and Kim quickly rush over to her, guiding her into the break room, Vanessa heading to her locker to grab some clothes for her, while Kevin and Adam stand directly in front of the whiteboard with Ava’s hospital ID picture on it. Meanwhile Trudy makes a beeline for Hank, following him into his office and shutting the door behind her.

“So?”

“She didn’t know. Honestly Hank, I don’t think Bekker would’ve ever let her know, not after everything with her father. There’s a reason she used insulin, she didn’t want it getting back to Sarah as suspicious in any way. Any leads on where she went?”

“CCTV caught a woman matching her description entering a bar not long after she left their apartment but she hadn’t been seen since.”

“Okay. Well, we’ll see how Sarah is doing in the morning and see about getting an official statement from her, but in the meantime, please hide the boards. The last thing she needs to see is the woman she loves’ life disseminated to find a shred of evidence connecting her to the crime. Lock them up in your office so she can’t see them when she gets up, I’ll take care of her in the morning.”

“You got it Trudy. Take care of the kid will you?”

“You know I will.”

Walking out of the office, she finds Adam and Kevin still guarding the board from wandering eyes, and when Hank calls out for them to bring it into his office, they hurry to do as their boss requests. In the break room, all of the lights have been dimmed, and Hailey and Kim are hovering over the young girl, Vanessa keeping her distance due to not knowing her as well. Trudy sends them on their way, leaving her and Sarah alone in the room, Jay hovering by the closed door.

“Are you going to be okay with sleeping here?” Trudy asks, eyes softening as she looks down at the young woman. “I’m sorry it’s not the best place, but I promise you that you’ll have a bed to sleep in tomorrow.”

“I’ll be okay.” She says softly, her voice barely louder than a whisper. “Thank you Sergeant Platt.”

“Of course. You try and get some sleep, okay?”

As Trudy turns to go, she hears an almost silent murmur coming from Sarah, and when she asks the girl to repeat herself she flushes bright red.

“Don’t leave! Please. I just can’t be alone right now.”

Nodding along, Trudy grabs a chair from around the table and settles by the end of the couch where Sarah’s head is resting. She smooths the woman’s curls down, slowly but surely lulling her to sleep, a sad smile tugging at her lips as she watches her curl in on herself, tugging the blanket around her even tighter. As soon as her breathing evens out, Trudy slowly gets up off of the chair, careful not to make any noise and wake up the poor girl.

When she opens the door, Jay is still hovering, almost crashing into Trudy as she walks out into the bullpen. He looks down at the ground in guilt before apologising, peering his head around to see if Sarah was still asleep.

“Text Will and let him and Connor know what’s going on before you go in and sit with her.”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“Sure you don’t Chuckles, just look after her, okay? She’s fragile and she needs people she can count on, you got me? So if you upset her in any way, just remember I can make your life a living hell.”

“Understood Trudy, but I wouldn’t hurt her, she just needs a friend, and I don’t think she’s got an awful lot of those right now.”

“I know that, and I didn’t think you had any other intentions with her, but my point still stands. Good night Halstead.”

“Night Trudy.”

And as the door shuts behind him, Jay taking Trudy’s place on the chair, Trudy makes her way back down to her desk, itching to call Randy. Tonight had been awful, and she’s not sure that tomorrow would be much better, but she’s sure she could convince him to let a certain curly haired psychiatry resident come to stay until things get easier. And so help Ava Bekker if she ever shows her face again, because Trudy would be front and centre getting her jabs in, protocol be damned.

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