#because car is in the shop for a month and school is annoying and work is basically just me yelling at cops

[deathtodickens]

#bering and wells #warehouse 13 #dickens draws #endless wonder wives #it’s me hi I’m so stressed the fuck out #but mini thriving #very mini minuscule just barely alive thriving #because car is in the shop for a month and school is annoying and work is basically just me yelling at cops #and now my kitchen is being demo’d because of a leak under the sink I didn’t see for months #I can feel the ulcers growing lol #anyway I finished another chapter of ages #not posting until the final short short conclusion is done #and then zooming into part two which has been half written for years

[maliciouslove]

𝔼𝕏𝕋ℝ𝔸ℂ𝕌ℝℝ𝕀ℂ𝕌𝕃𝔸ℝ 𝔸ℂ𝕋𝕀𝕍𝕀𝕋𝕀𝔼𝕊

NSFW—college AU, aged up characters (21+) || minors, ageless and/or empty blogs DO NOT INTERACT!

pairing // itadori yuuji x professor!reader 

summary // you’re having a particularly rough week and your student yuuji’s childish and nonchalant behaviour towards his failing grades and missing assignments is simply the last straw, forcing you to snap and teach the brat a lesson. for some extra credit, of course. :)

word count // 5.1k

tags // power imbalance, mean dom!reader, sub!yuuji, dubcon (tagging non-con just in case), forced masturbation (m!receiving), blackmail, recorded masturbation (m!receiving), cockwarming a dildo (m!receiving), little to no preparation penetration (m!receiving) sexual favours for extra credit, oral (f!receiving), dacryphilia, slight degradation, humiliation, praise, use of the title ‘professor’,  hair pulling, spit as lube, cum play, unprotected sex, creampie

AN // and the reposting continues! reading this again reminded me that i love writing submissive men. a very long time ago @/cyancherub beta read this for me, and I am still eternally grateful :) <3

You’ve been having a very shit week so far—your car broke down on Monday and the guys at the repair shop told you it’s going to be at least three days before it’s fixed, and the price they charged for their services also didn’t help with your mood. 

Furthermore, on Tuesday you found out your health insurance claim didn’t go through, adding yet another expense that you have to worry about. Your poor wallet can’t handle all the damage it’s taking. 

You would think you could’ve gotten some peace and quiet when you got home on Wednesday, but no—you walked into your apartment only to find your new couch and all the pillows completely destroyed by your dog. Pillow filling and pieces of cloth scattered all across the living room as your dog was now laying in his bed, looking up at you innocently, as if he didn’t just destroy an extremely expensive couch. 

Thursday was no breeze either, as you started your day by spilling a venti sized caramel macchiato all over your white dress shirt. Walking into your meeting with the dean of the school covered in coffee was embarrassing enough, but when he started chewing you out for the low grade point average in your class, you were just about ready to cry. 

But you clenched your fists and bit your tongue, refusing to show weakness to anyone. It was just a bad week, it too would pass. 

There is only one day of the week left, and after that, you can indulge yourself over the weekend and take time to relax and de-stress. Only Friday left… but boy, you’re not looking forward to this Friday. Why?

Because you have to teach a class with him—Itadori Yuuji, your most annoying student. Yuuji is by no means unintelligent or incapable, no—but he is, however, an asshole. A petulant child that firmly believes he can get away with anything simply because he is handsome and charming. He is the type of guy to enter the classroom 20 minutes late and simply smile and wink at you; no apology, no explanation. Just a cocky 24-karat smile. He talks loud, voices all of his opinions, and doesn’t really care about anyone or anything. 

Now apparently he has decided to stop handing in his assignments, which in turn creates another problem for you. You could, of course, choose to ignore him and simply let him flunk, but that would mean two things: first, he would have to repeat the class, meaning you would have to see more of him, and second, it would give the dean one more reason to be angry with you and punish you for “bringing down the grade average of the entire institution”. 

So this Friday you’re planning on pulling him aside after class and having a serious discussion with him about his grades and work ethic. You have been lenient enough with him over the past few months, choosing to ignore his attitude and simply focus your attention on the students who actually wanted to be there, but that has to come to an end. What you’re less willing to admit to yourself, is that you’re very anxious about the conversation you’ll have with him. What will you say? What if he mocks you? What if he keeps that irritating everything-is-a-joke attitude? But the scariest thought of all: What if I finally snap? Maybe I should teach that little brat a lesson. 

So here you are, laying in your bed awake way past your bedtime, anxiously pondering over the events that might unfold tomorrow. It’s going to be a long day. 

2:37 PM

The days are surely growing shorter and colder. Grey clouds are hanging heavy over your head, ready to rain down on you any moment now. There are 23 minutes left until class begins, so you grab a quick cup of coffee to go and you head on over to the classroom, mulling over what to say to Yuuji, practising different scenarios in your head. For some reason, the majority of these scenarios end up with Yuuji tied up and sobbing, spanked raw and begging for forgiveness. You shake your head, trying to get rid of these thoughts. Trying to shake away the urge to break the strawberry-haired man. He would look so cute crying though. 

By the time class starts at 3:00 PM you’re halfway through your coffee, slightly starting to regret having more than two cups that day because it’s making you antsy. You take a final sip and greet your students, making a mental note of the fact that for once Yuuji is on time. The lesson goes smoothly, but you can’t help noticing that Yuuji never seems to be paying attention; never really even looking towards the big screen behind you where important slides containing assignment details were shown. Almost like he’s avoiding looking at you. 

Finally, class is over, the room filling with the sounds of chairs being pulled and students chatting amongst each other. You call Yuuji over, secretly glad that none of the other students are paying attention and simply rolling out of the classroom one by one. Itadori slings his backpack over his shoulder and saunters over to your desk, hands in his pockets, a certain pep in his step. 

“Whaddup, Y/N?” he grins, not a care in the world.

“It’s miss L/N to you. And I need to speak with you about your last assignment, the one you never handed in.” You don’t even look up from the pile of papers on your desk that you were busying yourself with in an attempt to remain composed. 

“Oh yeaaah, there was an assignment, wasn’t there? Oops.” His stupid smile never falters. The irritation is bubbling in your chest and it tastes bitter in your mouth; the papers in your hands crinkle under the force of your fingers. 

“Yup, there was, and it was worth 40% of your final grade. That means you are facing the possibility of failing this class, Mr. Itadori.” Your voice is cold and calculated, all traces of irritation erased—you’re all business. You are his teacher, you need to keep things professional, no room for emotions, especially emotions that will not improve the situation in any way, such as anger. 

You finally look up at the strawberry-haired boy, only to find him staring, but not at you. His brown eyes were fixated on the collar of your tight shirt, the top two buttons undone, showing off your soft skin and collarbones. The shirt itself doesn’t reveal a lot, but it’s tight, the outline of your bra quite visible up close. He swallows and looks away quickly, but not fast enough for you to not notice his quite obvious interest. 

“I’m sorry Mr. Itadori, are my breasts more interesting to you right now?” You arch an eyebrow, the irritation that was growing inside of you finally reaching your voice too. The audacity this brat has.  

“I- no... I- m’sorry” he stutters. Yuuji Itadori, Mr. Charming and Almighty, was flustered. How interesting. The scenarios your mind conjured earlier are suddenly flooding your brain again and you can’t help but wonder… could you make him even more flustered? 

“Listen here Yuuji, this is basically sexual harassment, you know. I’m trying to help you here, have a serious conversation about your situation, yet all you can do is stare at my tits. Now, what do you think I should do about this, hm?” 

He opens his mouth in an attempt to say something, to argue, to come up with some witty comeback—yet no sound comes out. After a long, uncomfortable pause he finally mumbles a barely audible m’sorry, fixating his gaze on the floor. Some sick, twisted part of you finds this adorable. The corners of your lips curve upwards just barely. 

“What exactly are you sorry for, Yuuji?” There is a teasing lilt to your voice, the use of his first name completely throwing him off guard. He looks at you with big eyes, once again unable to form a response.

“For, uh- … for always staring at you inappropriately.. a-and fantasizing.” He gulps loudly, mouth suddenly feeling all too dry. His little confession is a surprise to you, but you don’t let it show. You maintain a neutral face, studying him closely. You can see him get even more nervous under your gaze. 

“Always?” you pause, eyebrow raised quizzically. “Fantasizing?” tilting your head slightly to the side, your eyes never leave his. Your presence only grows, asserting its dominance over his. The boy that usually towers over you and always has a carefree, happy-go-lucky attitude, suddenly looks very small to you. A blush is creeping up his neck and cheeks, proof that he really is feeling flustered. 

“Huh.. so you fantasize about your teacher?” you smirk, several sinister ideas flooding your brain as you look at the boy in front of you shrink even more. “You can get in a lot of trouble for this… Mr. Itadori.” Gracefully you get out of your chair, moving to sit at the end of your desk, shortening the distance between you and your student. “If word got out, administration would have to remove you from my class—you would lose all credits you’ve obtained thus far in my class and you would have to pick a different course in order to obtain those credits again.” Your eyes travel up his body, slowly, undressing him in your mind. “That would be a lot of work, Mr. Itadori. Don’t you think?”

Not trusting his ability to speak right now, he simply nods. There is apprehension in his eyes, but also curiosity.  

“Perhaps we can work this out? Resolve our… conflict, as to avoid getting administration involved.” 

You hear the gears turning in his head, mulling over all the possibilities, mind racing and his heart pounding loudly in his chest. “Resolve… how?” 

You can barely contain yourself at how small his voice is, how unsure. The boy that usually gleamed with confidence and strides down the corridors as if he owns them is suddenly unable to look you straight in the eye. 

“Well, Mr. Itadori, I am a teacher after all. I think it would be best if I teach you a lesson about how it feels to be objectified. To be seen as nothing more than a pretty face, or hot body.” Your hand darts forward, now toying with the hem of his shirt. Yuuji is holding his breath as if the tiniest movement could drive you away. “Relax, Mr. Itadori, it’s just a lesson. You will benefit from it. Just do as I tell you and this little incident will be forgotten.” You pull him in by the collar of his t-shirt, his face now inches away from yours. A coy smile plays on your lips as you practically feast over the expression painted on his face at this moment. Surprise, desire and fear mixed all together, making his coffee-coloured eyes water slightly. But a breathy okay leaves his lips, eyes transfixed on yours as you push him backwards to sit in a chair. 

“Clothes off. Don’t talk unless I ask you a question. Understand?” 

Yuuji mutters a quick “yes,” fingers already hooking under his sweats, pulling them down as you lock the door to your classroom and make sure there is no way to peek inside the room. Lucky for you, most classes also end early on Friday, so the building is surely almost completely empty by now. 

Yuuji’s heart rate picks up with each clank of your heels against the wooden parquet as you head on over back to the desk, once again sitting on its edge, arms crossed over your chest. Here he is, strawberry hair dishevelled, chest exposed and if you look closely enough, you can see the vibrations on his skin as his heart hammers wildly against his ribcage. All he has left on were his over-the-calf white Nike socks and his banana print boxers. The outline of his dick making your mouth water, already semi-hard even though nothing has really happened so far. 

“Show me what you do when you fantasize about me. Tell me what you think about. I want to know how exactly you objectify me… how often.” Your voice is quiet but commanding, distant yet curious. It takes him a moment to gather the courage to go through with what you ask of him, but he finally palms himself over his boxers, not daring to look at you, but opening his mouth to speak. 

“I- I often imagine what you look like under your clothes. What kind of l-lingerie you wear...” his voice falters at the end, the blush creeping up his face betraying him. But quite visibly, blood isn’t rushing only to his face. His eyes are shut and eyebrows pinched together, but he keeps on talking, just like you asked him to. “I think about you masturbating… Like I do almost every night. I-I think about eating you out and I imagine how you taste, what you look like.” He is gripping his now fully erect cock under the cloth of his boxers, and the whole view is just so delicious. His little confessions go straight to your clit, desire taking you over. You take your phone out and quickly open your camera, switching to video and turning it on.

“Go on, don’t hold back.” 

He keeps his eyes shut, but his hand movements get braver. In an instant, his big calloused hand dives under his boxers to pull out his heavy cock, the elastic band of his underwear resting under his balls. He’s already leaking, a pearly bead of precum sliding down his shaft, right next to a big juicy vein. You zoom in with your camera, making sure to catch all the details. 

“I imagine how tight you’d feel when you cream around my cock.” At these words he squeezes his length harder, a tiny whimper escaping his lips and it makes your heart twist and your insides burn. You just know the stretch of his cock will be delicious. You know he’d feel so good. The thought alone has you clenching around nothing and you slide a hand under your skirt, fingers pressing over your clit as a shudder travels your spine. 

“Yeah? You wanna do all those things to me, Mr. Itadori? You want to see me naked, taste me, feel me? Tell me how much you want it.” You’re focusing the camera on his face now, capturing his face contorting in pleasure and need. Hand stroking his dick faster now, smearing the pre all across his length. He doesn’t really need to say how much he wants that as it becomes evident from the vigour in his strokes, but you want to hear him anyway. “Tell me, use your words, baby boy.” The nickname sets him off, all the moans he’d been staving off finally surfacing. 

“S’much… it’s all I can think about. Every time I come to class my mind… w-wanders, mmgh.” His chest is heaving, beads of sweat forming on his forehead as he fucks his fist wishing it was you, eyes still tightly shut. “Even now… I really am imagining that you’re jacking me off… it’s so fucking h-hot.” 

It would be a lie to say that your hands weren’t itching to touch him, to make him writhe and squirm and beg. But that would have to wait. Right now, you just want to see him cum. 

“Mmm, and how do these little daydreams of yours end, hm? Wanna show me?” It takes Yuuji only a few more strokes before his orgasm washes over him, abdomen muscles tightening, hot thick cum spurting over his chest and tummy, some even landing on his chin. His breathing is erratic and his heart feels like it's trying to break a hole through his ribcage. Finally, he cracks an eye open, gaze immediately landing on the phone in your hands. 

Stopping the video and tossing the phone aside, you stride over to him and card your fingers through his hair, slightly pulling his head back to look him in the eyes. Amongst all the emotions he’s feeling, fear is the most prominent right now. His eyes are watering again, and you quiver at the sight. 

“Call it an eye for an eye. One video for me to keep in exchange for all the times you’ve stared at me, imagining how good I would actually feel. If you behave, the video stays in my possession only. So be good f’me Yuuji, yea? Can you do that?” 

He nods his head quickly, too quickly for his own liking, but he dares not to disobey. His submission pleases you so you ease your grip on his hair, deft fingers sliding down the side of his face and tracing his sharp jawline. 

"You know Mr. Itadori, we’re not quite done here yet. I still need to discuss the possibility of you failing my class. I was thinking of assigning you some extra credit work to make up for the assignment you didn’t hand in… if you’d like to stay in my class-" 

He cuts you off. “P-Please… I want to do the extra credit work. Please, I-I’ll do good, I’ll make up for my bad grades, ‘promise.” The puppy eyes he gives will simply be the death of you. You smile and rub soft circles with your thumb on his cheek. 

Straightening up,  you walk away from him heading towards your desk, fingers running through the wooden surface and landing on your briefcase. "I really, really dislike brats, you know. And I absolutely will not tolerate more mistakes like this from you, Mr. Itadori. No more attitude. No more slacking off."

There’s an edge to your voice, a coldness emanating from it, and it sends shivers down his spine. Unconsciously he swallows, tongue darting out to swipe at his bottom lip. Even for him, it’s hard to tell if he’s scared or aroused. Or maybe both. But what he is sure of is that you’re commanding all of his attention right now. He would do anything for your approval.

“To ensure you actually complete the assignment and don’t flunk out of my class, I will be monitoring your work. And you will do it right here, where I can see you.” The briefcase is now open, your hands rummaging in it, fingers wrapping around the object you’re looking for. “You’re going to use some tools to further… motivate you.” Your grin is wicked as you pull out a pink silicone dildo from your briefcase. Smiling at your student, your tongue presses itself flat against the dildo, licking a slow stripe from shaft to tip.

"You said you’ll be good, right? Promised you’ll do the extra credit… Still feeling up for the task?" You're now walking back to him and his eyes grow wider with fear. He's never done this before. He tries to swallow the lump in his throat as you sit down on his lap but to no avail. His mind is going completely blank, but his dick is acting on its own accord, becoming hard again pressed up against your ass.

“I want to do the extra credit, professor. Please?” The words are almost a whisper, the sound of his heart drowning out the sound. You chuckle and present the dildo to his lips in a silent command which he obeys, wrapping his lips around the tip of the dildo. 

"Ah, so you can obey orders, well that's a relief. Because I have a tall order coming for you." You shove the dildo all the way down his throat, tears immediately pooling in his eyes, the only noise coming from him being muffled moans and gagging. "So listen up, brat—you're going to take this dildo like a big boy and cockwarm it for me as you write your assignment right here, right now. Where I can see you." 

He can’t verbally give you an answer with the dildo shoved down his throat, so he nods, trying to hold off his gag-reflex, a single tear rolling down his cheek. 

You don’t even think about it as you lean closer, tongue darting out to collect the stray tear, the salty taste of it making you hum in delight. You remove the dildo from his mouth, a clear string of saliva connecting his lips and the pink tip of the dildo, which you simply hand to him. It’s his extra credit work after all, he should do all the work himself if he wants a good grade. 

This time you drag your chair from behind your desk and position it across Yuuji’s, giving you a perfect view of the show he’s about to put on for you. With shaky hands he positions the dildo on the chair, making sure the suction cup at the bottom is well attached. You could see him think through every move he makes, taking his laptop out, positioning everything so that he could attempt to write while he cockwarms the dildo. 

The strawberry-colour haired man takes a final unsure look at you as if seeking confirmation, but even he can’t deny the excitement he feels deep down. The primal need to please you, show you he can be a good boy too, for you and you only. Lifting one leg over his desk, he gives you a perfect view of his round ass, puckered hole already clenching in anticipation. Two of his long fingers push past his lips, tongue sloppily covering them in saliva that he plans on using as lube. Those same fingers, now covered in a layer of spit, rub soft circles over his puckered hole, lightly teasing and prodding while he gets used to the sensation. 

One finger finally pushes past his ring muscle, a wanton moan escaping his pretty lips. The sound is heavenly and you just want to hear more. To see more. Slightly parting your legs, you let your right hand travel up your thigh and toy with the hem of your lacy panties, enjoying Yuuji’s reaction. The little display you’re making for him is really fuelling him further. Not even a minute later, he’s sinking a second finger in his greedy hole, sounding more and more desperate, each moan and whimper a treasure for you. 

Spitting on the dildo again, this time nasty and unabashed, mind hazy from lust, Yuuji finally positions himself over the pink dildo, the tip resting right over his hole. One more glance in your direction and he sinks down an inch, the tip pushing past his muscle, the stretch immediately filling his eyes with more tears. But he ignores the weird feeling, ignores the pain, and simply focuses on the pleasure. The more he sinks down on the dildo, the more you toy with your pussy, panties now pushed aside to give him a better view. Fingers sliding up and down the slit, collecting your essence and smearing it all over, gentle circles with your middle finger over your clit. 

Halfway down the dildo, Yuuji opts to slide back up, and then down again, his eyes rolling to the back of his head, mouth hanging open in pleasure. He was not expecting it to feel this good, the fullness making him slightly dizzy. One hand gently strokes over his sensitive cock, the feeling making him shiver. 

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” In response to his puzzled look you simply nod over to his laptop, reminding him that he is supposed to be writing an assignment. “Just write an essay on any topic that we’ve covered in class… or did you not retain anything from our classes because you were too busy being a pervert?” At these words, you slide two fingers inside you, knuckles deep, pumping them in and out slowly. 

After staring dumbfoundedly for a few seconds, his shaky fingers pull the laptop closer and he begins to type. It’s adorable to watch him struggle to remain concentrated on the task at hand, with the dildo filling him up perfectly and with the sounds you’re making as you fuck yourself on your fingers… poor Yuuji can barely keep it together. Even though he’s sunk all the way down on the dildo and knows he’s supposed to stay still, he can’t help the little thrusts of his hips against the silicone cock. 

Around 10 minutes has passed since Yuuji started his attempt at writing an essay, but it’s becoming more and more difficult for him to focus, not with the tip of the dildo pressing up against his prostate, making his thighs quiver and his breath hitch. He needs relief; he can’t write like this. And you know this all too well, your own desire taking over you completely, temporarily forgetting how you got in this situation in the first place. Screw it.

“P-please, professor.. I need..” 

Before he can finish his sentence you’re already on his lap, lips pressed to his in a heated, sloppy kiss. You can’t hold it in anymore; you want to feel him. His lips feel soft against yours, but his tongue feels sinister as it dances against yours. Moving his laptop to the side, you sit on top of the desk and spread your legs for Yuuji, pussy glistening with your slick and on full display for the boy. 

“An orgasm or two might put you in my good graces?” you suggest and spread your pussy lips with two fingers, watching as Yuuji practically drools over the sight. He doesn’t need to be asked twice, still impaled on the dildo he bends forward, tongue darting out to lick a stripe from your entrance to your clit. The taste of you drives him feral, lips latching onto your clit and sucking hard, mouth hard at work to coax more moans out of you. To taste more of you. To him, you’re truly intoxicating. As his tongue works feverishly against your folds, constant praise falls from your lips. That’s my good boy, fuck yes, right t-there. 

“Move your hips, ride that cock baby boy.” You’re so close to your own release, it’s suffocating you. A few more flicks of his tongue over your sensitive bud and you’re coming undone under him, legs shaking violently as your mind floods with overwhelming pleasure and your pussy flutters. Yuuji’s greedy mouth is ready to swallow all your slick, hungrily lapping at your cunt, the obscene squelch of his tongue against your wetness filling the room. 

Pushing him away just enough to sit back in his lap, your hands wrap around his length, pumping it languidly. His hips slow down but he doesn’t dare stop moving up and down the dildo, he doesn’t dare disobey you. Catching his lips in another kiss you guide his cock to your slit, rubbing it up and down, collecting all your arousal. Slowly you sink down on his cock, eyes rolling back at the feeling of his fat meaty cock stretching you out, your tight hole hugging him perfectly. 

And Yuuji could cum from this alone, from finally feeling your warmth and wetness around him, squeezing him for all he’s worth. You feel so much better than he could ever imagine. With you hovering over his lap enough to give him space to bounce up and down, impaling himself on the silicone cock, and simultaneously drilling upwards into your welcoming heat. The feeling is so overwhelming; his movements are sloppy, and he’s constantly babbling incoherent words, hands gripping your waist tight enough to bruise. And as you look down at him all you can think about is how gorgeous he looks all fucked out.

Your hand snakes down your body, middle finger expertly rubbing tight circles over your clit, pussy immediately clamping down even harder on his dick. A second orgasm was approaching and Yuuji can feel that, the way your walls flutter around him, how much louder you’re getting. All he has to do is hold off his orgasm for a while more. He angles his hips and pistons up into your cavern, the tip of his leaky cock ramming against your cervix in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Right there is all you can repeat, teetering on the edge of your second orgasm, a few good strokes being the last push you need before you stumble over and drown in the pleasure once more. Yuuji follows right after, sinking all the way down on the dildo and pushing you down his length to completely bottom out inside you as he empties his balls, thick cum spurting right against your cervix. You can feel how full of cum you are, the thick sticky substance dribbling down your thigh. 

After a few moments of silence, the two of you just staying close and trying to catch your breath, you finally speak. 

“You know, you will actually have to write at least one essay for me for that extra credit, consider this just your… motivation to actually get it done. At the end of the day, I’d rather you not fail, Yuuji.” 

You did it again, you used his first name. The softness to your voice makes his heart twist, and he knows he has to live up to the promise he made. 

“And this stays between us.” 

You didn’t really need to tell him that, he knows how badly things could turn out if anyone found out, but he gives you his word. He doesn’t dare say anything else out of fear that anything he says might ruin the magic. One wrong move could sully this moment forever, and this is a memory he’ll cherish for a long time. So he tucks his flaccid cock in his boxers and puts on his clothes, gathering his things and heading for the door. He pauses for a second and turns around for one last look. 

“Miss L/N.. uhm, thank you for giving me an opportunity for that extra credit. And uh, I don’t mean the sex. The actual extra credit. I know I can be difficult, so I appreciate this a lot.” 

You smile and wave him off, telling him there’s nothing to be thankful for. You remind him to hand in his essay before the following Friday and you say your goodbyes. 

There’s a slight empty feeling budding inside you, missing the attention of the younger boy, but ultimately you realize you had completely forgotten about the stress of the week; and there was an undeniable pep in Yuuji’s step as he made his way home that night... Today was truly a good day, for both of you. 

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[yourtouchismidas]

Entire World

A little dad!matty piece. 

Word Count: 1448

CW: none

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Matty hasn’t seen his daughter Gigi in thirty one days, six hours and fifteen minutes. He has been on tour on the other side of the world and this time they couldn’t work around school and Gigi’s Mum’s bookshop to get them there for a visit. They have facetimed every morning, when she has been awake brushing her tiny teeth for school and pulling on her little school jumper. She talks to him about nonsense on the phone, stuff he doesn’t quite understand, fairies and monsters and her friends and whose house she has been to play at and customers at the shop he hasn’t met. She holds up pictures of drawings she has done and sometimes, she will read to him from her school book. He doesn’t understand the reading levels, but he knows his kid is smart, and that she is proud of whatever colour level she is on so that’s all that matters. 

He lands on a red eye and immediately gets a car to the shop where Gigi’s mother is. They’ve been fighting. Frustrated. Matty gets annoyed when she rushes Gigi to finish a call with him because they need to get to school, jealous that she gets to spend almost every waking second with her, see her fall asleep, see her the minute she opens her eyes in the morning. She gets annoyed with Matty when he doesn’t understand the pressures of daily life, of what it’s like dealing with tantrums, and breakfast, and washing school uniforms. That he gets to rock up and be the fun Dad whereas she is constantly playing the bad guy, the bedtime enforcer, the one who is always there, always for granted. He gets it. He does. She gets it too. It’s just hard. The lives that have been chosen, have had to happen. 

When he gets to the shop though, instead of bringing it all up, instead of bickering, instead of complaining, he wraps her into a huge hug, smelling the new books and coffee and perfume in her hair and on her apron. He looks at her and she looks at him, but they leave everything behind. 

“Are you okay?” he asks her. And there is weight behind the words. It isn’t casual. It’s everything to him. 

“Yeah,” she says, “Are you? How was your flight?” 

“Shit scary,” he says and this makes her laugh. Then he quietly helps her unpack some books for the shop, and then when the jet lag gets the best of him, he sits in the window seat of the café looking out at the people and cars going by, and she brings him a coffee and puts it on the bench in front of him, and then slides her arms round his waist and sticks her hands in his rumpled shirt to find warmth. He sighs. Leans into her. Closes his eyes. 

“I missed you so much,” he whispers. 

“I missed you too,” she mumbles into his back. 

She has to go back to work and so he drinks his coffee and tries to stay awake, checking the time on his watch over and over as it slowly counts down to three fifteen when his daughter gets out of school. She doesn’t know he is coming. She doesn’t know he is back. Gigi thinks Mum will pick her up as usual. Or maybe Nana. Or Laura, her Mum’s friend. It hasn’t been Dad in a month so she doesn’t expect it. When she asked on facetime this morning where he was, he was in passport control, and he told her he was doing something very important with work. She didn’t question it. She is five years old. And he is always doing something important with work. 

The time finally comes. They walk down to the school together. Mum and Dad. His heart is beating in his chest. He feels dizzy with excitement. His arms feel empty. They need something to hold. They need his little girl, wrapped up in them, his baby. He needs to hear her laugh. He needs to listen to her stories. He needs to watch her skip down the pavement. 

There is a small part of him, that is worried. What if she sees him and her face falls? What if she wanted just Mum? The one who is always there? The one who is there to tuck her in every night? Not him. Not the one who leaves. The one who disappears. What if he is mad at her? Resents her? Like her Mum is? Like her Mum does? He reaches over and grabs her hand, squeezes it. She looks up and smiles at him. Winks. He feels better. 

He arrives at the school gates. They’re cliché, wrought iron, and the school ground is concrete. There are no kids out yet but there is a teacher and the doors are open, ready to greet the children. Other parents mill around. A couple look at him. They are aware of Gigi, apparently, most of them. And her famous father. Someone has even tried to get tickets off her Mum in the playground before. He told them to fuck off next time he saw them.

The teacher side eyes him now. He knows they don’t like him. What they say about him. That Mum is nice enough but Dad, Dad thinks his kid should be top of the class, Dad thinks his kid needs special attention, Dad is a bit over bearing, isn’t he? Dad writes songs that Gigi accidentally sings in school and the other kids giggle. Dad swears in front of her and turns up at parents evening sweating from rehearsals. Dad is late. Dad is trying. Dad is the reason Gigi misses so much school. Is always off somewhere travelling. Dad is the reason her routines are unsettled. Dad being gone is the reason Gigi sometimes comes in crying. 

Here come the children. Running. Screaming. One crying. Uniforms dishevelled even thought they were neatly packaged up for school this morning. Book bags flying. Hair falling out. 

“There she is,” Gigi’s Mum says to him, nudging. He doesn’t see her for a second, in the sea of children dressed the same, but then, there she is. His sweet girl. A part of him. A part of him missing, here now, shouting distance away. Gigi is holding something, a toy, showing a friend, she is in her own world. She hasn’t seen either of them yet. Her book bag is on her wrist, dangling. Her  black hair has made it’s way out of the neat plaits he saw on facetime this morning and curls around her face. Her friend runs off, towards their parents, and she turns. She sees Mum. Mum waves. And then her eyes land on him. 

It takes her a second. To register. To see that he is really there. She blinks. Then she yells “Daddy!” He’s grinning. There is tears in his eyes. She usually calls him Matty, his real name, surrounded by adults most of the time who call him the same thing. The more it bothers him, the more she is does it, sarcastically, poking him, almost like she is telling him off. “For God’s sake, Matty,” she will say. Just like she has heard her mother say a thousand times. But today it’s Daddy. Today he is Daddy. 

She runs. She drops her book bag and the toy. The whole playground turned at her scream and are now watching her, bolt towards him, where he is ready to catch her with open arms. She wraps her legs around his waist and he stands up holding her. She is sobbing. Her little chest heaving against his. It’s hard not for him to do that same thing. She pulls back and looks at him, wipes the curls away from where they got stuck in her tears. 

“You happy?” he asks. And she nods, sobbing still. He holds her for as long as she needs him to. Stroking her back. Kissing the top of her head. 

The rest of the playground goes back to it’s business. A couple of parents wipe away their own tears. Gigi’s Mum is sniffing to stop crying too.  A teacher retrieves her discarded book bag and toy and hands them to her Mum who says thank you. The teacher smiles at them and walks away. 

Yeah okay, they think all those things about him, but they can’t deny. Gigi loves Matty, adores him. And they can’t deny either. That he loves her too. More than anything in the entire world.  

“Let’s go sweetheart,” he says to her. 

“Where are we going?” she says. 

“Wherever you want.” 

#ruins #ruins behind the scenes #matty healy #matty healy fanfiction #matty healy x reader #matty healy x oc #dad!matty

[jake-whatthefisgoingon-kiszka]

Part 3!! I had a good time writing this chapter as well, and it’s another doozy. Hope you enjoy!

Pairings: Jake Kiszka X Danny Wagner ***slash

Warnings and tags: 18+ only please!! Adult themes including: very brief mention of past partner death, very brief mention of marriage problems, some crying, some insecurity, my sad attempt at flirting, very slight suggestive talk, dad Jake AU, uncle Danny

Word count: 5.5k

Mondays were hard for everybody, but this particular Monday seemed to be kicking Jake in the ass.

First he spilled coffee all over his pants so he had to change after already being a little behind on getting up and getting both himself and Luna ready. That made them end up at the back of the line for drop off at the elementary.

He was speeding over to the office after getting her to school. Normally it wouldn’t matter so much if he came in a little late, but someone had the bright idea of scheduling a meeting at nine am on a Monday and he still needed to go over a few things with his team before it started.

They had a big fundraiser coming up soon that he’d spent nearly six months preparing for. One of the local orchestras had offered to put on a concert and donate the ticket sales to the foundation. The event wasn’t going to be too big, but they had managed to secure a guest singer, a couple of soloist, and even a live band to agree to play afterwards while they had drinks and hors d'oeuvres.

Jake was excited about this particular fundraiser because the sales and any extra donations were going to go to giving students private music lessons, a program he’d been working on launching for quite a while now.

Though Jake had been working for the foundation for a few years already, this was the first project he’d put so much of himself into, feeling particularly strongly about the accessibility of musical education for children as a passionate musician with a child himself.

Even after his wife’s passing, Jake’s home was still filled with music to share with his daughter. His record collection specifically ranged anywhere from dusty old vinyls he had inherited from his parents house, to mint condition collectibles and limited editions he probably never would have found without his connections. His prized possessions however, were the first pressings of his and June’s album when it first came out.

The few copies they’d kept for themselves stayed tucked safely away on the corner of the highest shelf where they sat untouched since her passing, Jake still too tender to hear her voice again. Someday though he knew Luna would want to listen to them, and he only prayed he would have himself prepared enough by then.

By the time the meeting was over Jake decided to head back out for an early lunch. With the rush to get out the door this morning he hadn’t packed anything to eat so he decided to treat himself at his favorite restaurant- a spot he didn’t frequent too often since it was in what he considered to be a sketchier part of town.

Since it was just him he didn’t mind making the drive over, at least that was until his dashboard suddenly lit up with about three different warning lights. Of course he would be having car trouble today of all days.

With an annoyed huff Jake pulled over to the side of the road, leaving his car running because he was too scared that if he turned it off now he wouldn’t be able to get it back on. Being a little unfamiliar with his surroundings he pulled out his phone and googled where the nearest service shop was, finding one simply called Rudy’s Custom Auto just up the road he’d hoped would do the trick quickly and without charging too much.

His car managed to make it to the mechanic in one piece- though the sputtering of the engine misfiring was about to give him a heart attack.

The shop was nothing more than two bays behind old garage doors with a small office attached to the side. One of the bays was already occupied by an old body truck stripped of all its paint and covered in multiple patches of bondo. Jake pulled up to the next bay and waited a moment for someone to come out.

When nobody came he braved turning off his car, gripping the keys tightly in his palm as he slowly tread into the open garage. Once he stuck his head in he saw a pair of dirty work boots on the other side of the truck, but the dated stereo system that sat on top the workbench on the far wall kept the person at work from hearing Jake arrive. Jake cleared his throat and called out above the sound of Steely Dan playing loudly, “hello? Are you open?”

“You scared the shit out of me!” The person inside answered him, then their boots started to make their way around the front of the truck.

Jake stood awkwardly at the threshold of the doorway, waiting to see what kind of character worked at a place like this, but oddly enough he felt like he’d heard their voice from somewhere.

“What can I do for you?” They asked with their back towards Jake as they paused to turn down the stereo. Finally he turned around and a huge smile spread across his face when they both realized who it was. Danny was just as shocked to see Jake here as he was, but he also looked really excited.

“You work here?” Jake asked, thinking it was a stupid question as soon as it slipped out. Of course Danny worked here, he was standing inside the shop in a pair of navy dickies covered in oil and white dust with a just as dirty white t-shirt (this one without any modifications to it) tucked into his waistband and tightly stretched across his chest and arms.

“Off and on. Rudy’s a friend of mine he lets me do some body work when I need a job”.

“Oh,” Jake looked around the shop aimlessly, mostly just trying to keep from staring at the tattoo he now knew peaked out just underneath Danny’s sleeve. “There’s umm… something wrong with my car. Could you take a look at it?”

“Well, I’m not much of a mechanic but Rudy is out on lunch right now. For you though I could do some digging around and see if I can’t at least figure out what your problem is”.

Jake knew Danny was giving him special service as he lifted the hood and bent over into the engine. He never once thought having an admirer would come with many perks, but as he stood with his arms folded loosely across his chest as Danny checked hoses and looked for leaks the frustration towards the whole situation started to wear away. By some strange stroke of fate the car he so tediously took care of, nearly never missing an oil change, happened to break down in the same neighborhood he had no idea Danny worked in.

“Hey! Don’t break it any more!” Jake hollered, stepping up next to Danny to see what all the banging around he was doing was.

“I think I might know what it is” Danny popped his head back out, startling Jake as he suddenly came face to face with the other man. Another shock came when Danny grabbed his hand and shoved it down into the engine. “Feel that?”

Jake wanted to rip his hand away, all he could feel right now was the residual heat from the parts around his forearm, his fingers blindly searching for what Danny may be talking about, and the way his chest pressed against his shoulder as they both leaned over so Jake’s shorter arm could reach. Finally he felt the warm liquid and realized the smell he got a whiff of was gasoline.

“Must have a leak in your fuel injectors” Danny backed away, letting Jake pull his own hand out and offered him a rag from his back pocket to wipe it off with. “Gonna be a bitch to get replaced. Let me call Rudy see if he has any spare parts otherwise he can pick some up on his way back”.

Jake wasn’t sure exactly what that meant, not being too familiar with the inner workings of an engine himself, but he figured he should probably start making some calls of his own starting with work. After letting them know he probably wasn’t going to make it back from lunch Danny came walking out of the shop again.

“Good news, he can get the parts and he’s on his way back. Bad news, I could only sweet talk him down to a couple hundred bucks”.

“Right! Of course that’s fine, let me just-” Jake bent over back into his front seat, bracing himself on the cushion with one arm as he searched the console for his wallet. After a few seconds of not finding it he was struck with the realization that he’d had his wallet in his pants this morning. The ones he spilt coffee all over. “Fuck” he grumbled to himself, backing out of the car to see Danny looking away quickly. Was he staring?

“Well actually, I think I left my wallet at home. This Rudy guy doesn’t take ApplePay does he?”

Danny chuckled and shook his head, “no, this is not the kind of place for that. Don’t worry I’ve got you”.

“Oh no, I couldn’t ask you to do that” Jake tried to quickly figure out how he could get the money before Rudy returned. Maybe he could call Josh to swing by his house and get his wallet, or bring some cash. Fuck how long was this going to take anyways? He might have to ask Josh to pick up Luna from school too.

While Jake’s mind was racing Danny turned around and walked back into the shop to get back to work on the sanding he was doing before Jake happened to show up.

“Let me see what my brother is up to right now, he might be able to bring me some cash. How much exactly is it?” Jake followed Danny inside this time, not paying much attention to where he was going as he pulled his phone out.

Abruptly he was stopped when Danny’s hands wrapped around his forearms and pulled him out of the way before Jake could walk into a tool box sitting in the middle of the floor. He looked around the inside of the shop now, seeing the entire place was quite a disheveled mess. Tools were everywhere between the ground and the workbench, and oil pans that looked like they’d been used one too many times were piled into the corner of the second bay. It was like navigating a minefield to get somewhere he could stand and wait.

“I said don’t worry about it” Danny replied once he had Jake situated in a safe place. “Besides there are plenty of ways you can pay me back”. Danny gave Jake a flirtatious wink from where he sat back on his rolling stool on the other side of the truck.

“Excuse me?” Jake scoffed, too astounded by Danny’s suggestive response to focus on making the phone call now.

“Yeah, like a date” Danny continued as he picked up his scrap of sandpaper and started to go over his most recent bondo covered spot.

“A date?” Jake blinked a few times, wondering if he’d heard him right since the radio was still playing quietly in the background. “You want me to take you on a date?”

“Well I was going to say let me take you on a date” Danny chuckled again, keeping his eyes focused on his work, “but if you want to take me out I’m not at all opposed to that either”.

“I- I mean- ” Jake was stumbling over his words, in utter disbelief and embarrassed by his lack of composure right now. He didn’t understand what had gotten into him.

“What? Are you not into guys or something?” Danny let his eyes flicker back over to Jake this time, catching a slight blush creep into his cheeks.

“No, that’s not it…” Jake replied sheepishly. It was true, from a young age he didn’t put much thought into sexuality or gender for that matter. He was always more attracted to the person and how deep of a connection he could make rather than just what was on the surface. Though he’d never actually dated someone of the same sex before, it was never out of the question for him.

“Then what is it?”

The sound of Danny’s sanding stopped as he waited patiently for a response. He had a suspicion he knew where Jake’s reservations were rooted from, having already heard a few details, but he hoped Jake would feel comfortable enough to tell him himself.

“Dates have been hard for me,” Jake began, fiddling with the rim of his phone case to distract himself from mentally screaming stop shut up if you tell him he will only pity you- “since my wife died a few years ago”.

“I know,” Danny replied without hesitation, making Jake realize- of course he knew, his sister was one of Jake’s closest friends, “and I’d respect your boundaries if you said it was still too soon”.

Jake leaned against the work bench behind him and let his head fall backwards, huffing a breath out through his nose, staring up at the ceiling as he thought for a moment. His eyes felt dry and prickly, but he absolutely could not tear up right now. No he’d told himself a long time ago that he was done with that.

Danny seemed to be one step ahead of him on this, already understanding what he was getting himself into when asking Jake for a date. “What if I said it wasn’t too soon?”

“Hmm?” Danny didn’t quite make out his question, either because it was being directed towards the ceiling instead of him, or maybe because Jake was actually only asking himself.

“It’s not too soon” he rephrased as he looked back over at Danny again, a little more resolve in his demeanor. “Are you free this Friday night?”

Danny’s face lit up in a smile, having thought there for a moment Jake was going to officially tell him to fuck off. “I can be”.

A cocky reply, Jake thought, smirking himself a little. “Alright then. Friday night, I’ve got an event to go to. You can come”.

“An event? For your job?” Danny questioned in return as he once again got back to work. “Doesn’t sound like much of a date to me”.

“Look, do you want to come or not?”

“No, no, I’ll be there,” he assured him quickly, “thanks for inviting me”.

It’s not really like I had much of a choice. The truth was he could have declined, could have told Danny to shove it and stormed out of the shop to wait in his car for Rudy to return. He didn’t though, and there was possibly even a part of him who was excited he’d invited Danny.

Originally he was supposed to be going with Josh, but then his brother had something come up that weekend that he couldn’t get out of. Josh’s partner booked them a little mini vacation not realizing the dates conflicted with Jake’s concert, and the hotel and airfare were nonrefundable.

Jake promised him he didn’t mind, ‘It’s just going to be a local group playing a few songs, nothing too special. You guys go have fun’. He was more anxious about it than he’d led onto Josh though. At least now he wouldn’t be going alone and he’d have something to distract him if he got too nervous- Danny being easily very distracting.

“What are you even doing? You’ve been sanding the same spot this entire time” Jake tentatively stepped a little closer until Danny waved him over.

“I may not know too much about engines, but I know a lot about the body” Danny replied with a smugish half smile that made Jake roll his eyes. “Come here, you have to get right up close to see what I’m talking about”.

Jake moved to stand next to Danny, leaning over slightly as he stared at the white blob on the fender of the truck. Danny stood up and got behind him, barely grabbing at his waist as he positioned Jake to get the right angle. Jake’s body stiffened and froze, unused to being freely touched so often without any warning.

“You see how smooth it looks?” Danny muttered behind his ear making the hairs on the back of Jake’s neck stand up. “Run your hand across it now”. Jake did as he was told and placed his palm on the cold metal, feeling a small ripple as he swiped it slowly over the surface.

“You see sometimes things look perfect from the outside, but when you get your hands on it you find tiny little flaws. I’m a perfectionist, I’ve got to get every little dent and scratch out. Sometimes that takes days of just filling and sanding it back down until I run my hand across and it’s smooth as can be”.

“Doesn’t it get annoying?” Jake asked, thinking about how long and tedious that process must be.

“I’m very patient” Danny shrugged, letting go and sitting back on his stool.

Jake couldn’t help but let his mind wander in this moment as he watched Danny from just a foot away now. He wondered what Danny might think if he ever got an up close look at him. Sure maybe from the outside he looked put together, just like this fender solid and sturdy, but once he got his hands on him he’d be able to feel all his flaws- the cuts that dug deep into his very being and had scarred over.

Only about ten minutes later Rudy returned and Danny took a break from what he was doing to help get Jake’s car back in good working order. Thankfully they were done just in time for him to get to the school and pick up his daughter without having to call in reinforcements.

“Wait, could I get your number?” Danny stopped Jake before he could drive off, hoping but also confident that their fix worked. “So we can coordinate the date?”

Jake looked over Danny’s shoulder, seeing his boss tossing more tools around, not even bothering to clean up and not paying attention to what his employee was doing- clearly harassing customers. He gave him his number anyway, finding a text presumably from Danny when he got home. Just a simple wink face emoji.

Before he could save the number in his contact list though, Luna called for his help in the kitchen and he dropped his phone off on the bar. Completely forgetting about the little message left on read.

It wasn’t until Thursday night after he’d gotten off the phone with Josh that he received another text from the unknown number.

What should I be wearing tomorrow?

10:34PM

Jake waited a moment to reply, he’d just about concluded that maybe Danny had forgotten about the ‘date’ because he hadn’t heard from him since leaving Rudy’s shop Monday afternoon. When Danny didn’t show up to Wednesday’s soccer practice either Jake was a little discouraged, but he told himself to get over it. He walked Emma home and her mom looked like she’d had a rough day so Jake didn’t bother asking about her brother's whereabouts. Should he really care anyways?

Something nice but not too formal

10:48PM

No jeans and a crop top

10:49PM

Crop top?

11:00PM

Wait, that’s my favorite shirt

11:00PM

Good to know. Don’t wear it.

11:02PM

Ok I won’t, but you remember it?

11:02PM

Jake panicked for a second as he read the text. Why did he have to bring it up? Stupid mistake.

Danny continued to text while Jake stumbled for a reply, writing something out then thinking it sounded stupid and erasing it, knowing Danny was probably watching him type.

Did Luna see the video I sent her? Of the soccer ball slime? I thought she’d like that one

11:05PM

If Jake didn’t already feel awkward about bringing up the crop top, now he felt even sillier about having thought Danny had sent that video to him. Of course it was meant for Luna.

He debated not responding, just closing the messages app on his phone and going to sleep, but he knew that would be rude- a little white lie might be better.

Yes, she liked it

11:08PM

I’m glad, sorry I wasn’t at practice this week

11:09PM

Danny didn’t offer a reason why he was absent, but at least he’d thought to apologize. Not that he had to, it’s not like Jake was hoping to see him there or anything. Again he didn’t know what to say; it was getting late Danny had to know he was probably in bed right? Before he could reply again another text came in.

I’ll let you get to sleep. I’m excited to see you tomorrow. Good night Jake

11:11PM

Good night

11:12PM

Friday was a frenzy, hustling around between the office, the venue where the orchestra and band were getting to practice with the soloists for the last time before the show, and then home to get Luna ready to stay at Emma’s house while he was out.

The air was heavy at the venue when Jake left, some issues with sound they were able to get a tech to fix, and some tiny adjustments to the breaks in the program had everyone tense and on edge. Jake knew it was just pre show nerves though and he had full faith that the night was going to go over well.

The confidence in his peers didn’t exactly extend to himself however, as he held his breath when he rang the doorbell, Luna standing at his side excitedly.

“Daddy you’re going to a party?” She asked, ever curious about what he was up to.

“I’m going to a work party” he explained to her again, having already told her she was going alone to play at Emma’s house tonight for just a couple of hours.

“Will there be presents and cake there?”

“No presents, but there might be some cake. Do you want me to save you some?”

“Me and Emma?” She asked, grabbing his hand and looking up at her Dad with a pleading smile.

“Of course, I’ll bring you both some” he returned the smile down at her until the front door opened and she bounced inside off to find her friend.

“Thank you for watching her tonight” Jake told Emma’s mom as he waited around for Danny to show. He’d text him when he was on the way, offering a ride since he was coming over anyways.

“Of course any time” she kept the door open, also aware who Jake was waiting on. The silence was a bit uncomfortable, how much did she know about them anyways? The two seemed to be close, but he worried if she thought it was a little strange her friend and her brother were going out together.

“I know someone who gives piano lessons will be there tonight. I can ask them if they have any space for Emma” Jake offered, just to fill the time.

“Oh, that would be nice. We’ve got a lot going on right now though so we might wait until next year”.

“No worries, I can just get her contact information. Has Michael been having to stay late again?” He didn’t want to pry too much, but after a couple of years of knowing them he could tell there seemed to be some new unresolved tension coming from the household.

She sighed and shook her head, obviously frustrated but biting her tongue. He realized there might be a little more to her irritation than just her husband working late, but before she could break and spill her worries Danny finally emerged from the hallway.

“Sorry for making you wait, I was ironing my shirt”.

Jake’s eyebrows shot up when he saw Danny in the doorway, the light from inside the house casting his long shadow across the porch Jake stood on. He was wearing a dark colored button up with a diamond pattern, the sleeves rolled a quarter of the way up his arms with subtle gold chains across his wrists and neck. “Is this okay?” He did a little spin, holding his arms out so Jake could get a good look at his outfit.

“Yeah it’s great. You look great” Jake cleared his throat and adjusted the collar of his own shirt, glancing over to see Danny’s sister watching them with amusement in her eyes.

“Well you two have fun. Jake don’t worry about hurrying home we’ve got the kids”.

Jake nodded and Danny gave his sister a quick side hug before joining Jake on the porch. She shut the door behind him and Danny gave Jake a big eager smile.

“You look great too. I like this” he ran his thumb across the lapel of Jake’s suede coat he’d chosen for the night, already knowing it got cold at the venue they were going to. “I like these too” Danny’s fingers moved next to one of the necklaces that sat against Jake’s chest, picking up the circular charm and examining it.

“Thanks, they were a gift” Jake replied, trying to remain as still as possible and keep his breathing steady.

“Well, shall we?” Danny gently laid the pendant back down and retreated, clasping his hands behind his back like he was reminding himself to behave.

The ride over was nice. They talked about music finding out they had similar taste, Jake leaning more towards blues and Danny towards folk but both sharing a passion for the classics of old rock n roll.

When they arrived at the event Jake had plenty of people to greet and thank for being there. He worried Danny might feel out of place or get bored, but every time he glanced over to him Danny was lit up with a smile and conversing with those around him. Soon it was time to take their seats; Jake showed Danny where they would be at the back of the room, and waited by the stage for his quick speech before the concert started.

Jake held the mic tightly in his hands, not having felt that weight in his grip in years. He’d always had a bit of stage fright, but getting up in front of a crowd with June had never been less than amazing and he tuned into the memory of that feeling when he stepped in front of the audience tonight.

“First of all I’d just like to thank everyone for taking the time out of their weekend to be here with us. For those of you I don’t know, my name is Jacob Kiszka and I work for the foundation who put on this event. All of our ticket sales from tonight are going towards our new program that offers students free private music lessons. I really hope you enjoy the performance. Over the past six months I’ve been overseeing this project, I've gotten the opportunity to know some of these brilliant musical minds and promise they have some treats in store for you. Again, thank you so much for coming and after the show please feel free to check out the live band and refreshments we will have in the conference room next door”.

The crowd clapped for him as he exited the small stage and scurried off to rejoin Danny at their seats. They had the last row reserved to themselves, and with the venue not being close to full there wasn’t even anyone sitting anywhere near them.

As soon as he plopped down next to Danny the lights dimmed, getting darker where they were compared to the stage lights that focused their intensity on the musicians down below and the first song on the program began.

Jake’s focus stayed on the stage, but he felt Danny shift closer to him and whisper into his ear. “You did a good job”.

Just as easily as he’d leaned over, Danny sat back in his seat and enjoyed the performance, letting Jake do the same. Despite any hiccups they’d had earlier, the soloists were flawless, the transitions between pieces seamless, and the audience was loving every minute of it, clapping enthusiastically after each final note.

“Isn’t she amazing?” Jake asked Danny when his favorite performer finished by far the hardest song of the night, The Habanera from Carmen. It was her idea to include it in the program, and although Jake worried it might be too difficult for an intermediate orchestra, he was blown away by their hard work and dedication to the art.

“I actually can't believe I just heard that in real life” Danny’s mouth was agape, his eyes glittering with sheer delight.

Jake’s smile faded as he observed Danny watching the performance now, but it wasn’t because he was upset or anything. Quite the opposite, he was suddenly being filled with an overwhelming sense of relief and reassurance. He expected Danny might like it otherwise he wouldn’t have invited him. Even if he didn’t that would have been ok, but Danny seemed to be genuinely appreciative of his time here and that made Jake even happier he’d come.

Feeling like he was being watched, Danny looked over and made eye contact with Jake who was sitting on the edge of his seat. A shiver broke through undeather his coat when Danny’s eyes took him in next, looking him up and down through hooded lids and finally settling on his hands in his lap.

Internally Jake was screaming at himself to move, say something, do anything, but on the outside he was as calm as ever when Danny reached over and grabbed one of his hands, intertwining their fingers together and giving it a squeeze. Jake let out a shaky breath as his eyes fell to his lap, hoping Danny could not feel his heart pounding in his wrist.

“Jake…” Danny muttered his name in the dark, swiping his thumb over the back of Jake’s hand making him look back up again, only he didn’t look him in the eye this time. Jake found himself staring at Danny’s lips, hoping he’d be the braver of the two again.

Before either of them could make the next move though their moment was cut short when Jake heard someone else start speaking over the microphone.

“This last piece was not included on the programs, it is a special thanks to our Director Jake for all the hard work he’s put in. We hope you’ve all had a great night and be safe”.

Jake snapped his head back towards the stage, shocked and completely unaware of this secret addition to the performance. He gripped Danny’s hand tighter when the song began to play and he instantly recognized it as a rendition of one of his own.

The singer started in after the acoustic guitar opening, and Jake was taken aback when he heard his late wife's lyrics bleeding through the speakers for the first time in over three years.

He could feel the sting but he didn’t even register the tears rolling down his cheeks until Danny sat forward as well. “Hey, are you okay?”

“Yeah, I just-” he felt his voice crack, his face and chest burning hot as he shook his hand free from Danny’s and excused himself.

Jake went out into the hallway to collect himself, furiously wiping at his cheeks until they were rubbed red and drying his palms on his pants. Thankfully he was alone, until he heard the sound of the door behind him allowing someone else out.

“I’m sorry, that just caught me off guard” Jake’s knee jerk reaction was to apologize, suck it up, and walk back in with his head held high. All of that flew out the window though when Danny silently came from behind him and wrapped his arms around Jake’s shoulders, pulling his back against his chest and resting his chin on the top of Jake’s head.

More tears began to pool along his lash line when Jake reciprocated the touch by wrapping his hands around Danny’s forearms and pulling them tighter around his shaking frame.

“Don’t apologize. You’re allowed to feel every emotion coming to you right now” Danny muttered behind him.

Jake shook his head and nuzzled his face into the forearms folded across his chest, waiting for the moment to pass before he popped his head back up and inhaled sharply.

“Ok, I’m going to go to the restroom. People will be coming out soon. Will you wait for me in the conference room?”

“Yeah, I can do that”. Danny released his hold and took a few steps back to give Jake some space now. Though as he watched Jake cover his mouth with the back of his hand and walk away, he wished he’d let him follow.

Tags: @lyndz2names @gracev0609 @lipstickitty @sanguinebats @kultavalo

A/N: So there really is a program called Austin Soundwaves that does offer free private music lessons for children in that area. I was able to go to one of their concerts and the performer really did start belting Carmen, it was awesome. Support your local musicians 👏

#greta van fic #greta van fleet #danny wagner #jake kiszka #janny gvf

[landslided]

lawrusso superstore AU but they’re very much still enemies and all of the karate kid trilogy happened just they end up working in a supermarket and having a terrible time (and falling in love).

johnny ran away from home because of sid and got a job at the first place he could think of. right now he’s living in his car but he’s going to probably soon do some couchsurfing at his friends’ places.

daniel has been working at the store for a few years now, HATES IT, is super competent and cannot fucking believe that johnny has found him here.

ali got a job there a few months ago to pay for college because her parents are not as set on sending her to medical school as she thought they would be but they accepted to finance half of it if she manages to show them she really wants it.

susan and barbara, like daniel, have a pretty steady job there. barbara manages the makeup section but she is not all that good at applying makeup and all her clients leave with neon green cheeks. susan really went up the ladder and she handles the employees and security (like dina).

for some reason the boys also get a job there because i just think dutch having to help a little old lady pick apples would be funny as hell.

im imagining this around the time they’re all 22/23 but im open to suggestions and ideas!

(terry silver comes to do his grocery shopping and annoy daniel pretty often and the group comes up with ways to either hide daniel or absolutely ruin silver’s day. barbara keeps dropping products in his coat pockets so he has to get searched at the exit every time)

#this is also my superstore propaganda WATCH SUPERSTORE #lawrusso #ask aus #marie talks

[hypergamiss]

I scrolled through my camera roll to find the text: this is exactly what he said in case anyone needs to hear it:

“You might not wanna hear this, but with you not working and still living with your mom with no goals. The good men won't take you seriously.

You keep ending up with guys who just want some pussy or stringing you along until they find a woman they can build with”.

Gosh, he's absolutely right.

She reminds me of a friend I once had. Let's call her Coco since she lived that designer lifestyle. She landed herself a wealthy provider. Well, technically he snagged her. Initially, she wasn't feeling him, but this dude was persistent AND loaded.

Coco moved in with him faster than you can say "Chanel," and this guy took care of everything. Rent? Bills? Forget about it! He even handed her a magical key to endless shopping sprees–an Amex with her name on it. The gifts? Flowers fit for a runway show, perfumes with price tags that'd make your eyes water, and a closet that morphed into the latest trends overnight.

Their Sundays were legendary. Think less "Netflix and chill," and more "Champagne brunches and jet ski races." Yacht outings, dinners with Michelin-star aspirations... the works. Occasionally, I got lucky enough to be the third wheel, getting a free pass to the good life (sometimes those outings doubled as blind dates with his friends).

This guy even changed out her car every few months, just to ward off boredom! You'd think she'd won the life lottery, right? Free mansion, unlimited shopping…all she had to do was hustle a bit on the side! Have a passion! If she wanted to start a business he would have funded it! Or if she wanted to go back to school? Tuition covered! This guy was basically a genie with a trust fund, waiting to grant her every wish.

Surprise, surprise! Even the most generous guys have a breaking point. He finally ditched her, though he was nice enough to leave her with a designer consolation prize – one of those cars and the house. Karma express, because he swiftly married a woman who had her own hustle going on. Honestly, I can't blame him. He just wanted a partner who'd be present and chase her own dreams. She never had her own thing going on and she acted like he was annoying and nagging when he tried to talk to her about getting her life together.

[rubykgrant]

(This is the beginning of my "merkid" story, that I kept forgetting about, so I'm finally sharing it~)

It was supposed to be an easy security job.

When Sarge first arrived in Hawai'i, he was pleasantly surprised by the way it felt, simply being on the islands; despite what the tourist brochure's tried to trick people into believing, everything wasn't one big beach with a constant party going on.

Towns and cities were here, all sorts of different little communities that could be spaced-out or overlap, hills that rose and fell, deep forests, open fields and valleys, calm little streams and wide rivers... so many things that reminded him of other places he'd been, which in turn were all unique within themselves. In particular, he was amazed by the way he could actually FEEL the ocean, even when he couldn't directly see it. There was a sub-audible quality, a sensation of the waves rolling in then rushing out. The push and pull was always there.

He wasn't here to sight-see, but on his way to his new job, Sarge absorbed as much as he could. Partially to be familiar with the area (because that was part of his training, and he couldn't let go of it. Or, it couldn't let go of him, whatever perspective you wanted to have), and partially to find good places to eat, and other shops that would have what he needed to live. Because he was going to live here now. Not quite retirement, but the military had used him up and thrown him away, so it was time to move on (even if certain things wouldn't let go).

Sarge was here for work. A simple security job for a marine research facility. He should have realized this job had several red-flags... but unfortunately, red was his favorite color.

For one thing, they specifically wanted somebody with a military background for this positions. Somebody who was good at following orders, and didn't ask too many questions. That was a HUGE red-flag. It also described exactly who he was (or at least, who he had been for many years).

When he actually arrived for the official interview, another red-flag was the fact that absolutely none of the researchers and scientists were locals. A few janitors and people that re-stocked vending machines were people who lived on the island, but that was it. The people who did all the research were from other places, like himself. You'd think scientists studying local marine life would want input from the human locals.

A third red-flag was how man NDAs he had to sign, and how secretive everything was within the facility. He wasn't even allowed to enter most areas of the building, which from the outside looked like a big gray brick, but within held multiple levels of mysterious hallways and large rooms... or what he assumed were large rooms. So far, he only patrolled the ground-floor and the outside perimeter. Which was surrounded by several chain-link fences, topped with barbed-wire... and cameras everywhere.

He should have asked why this place needed so much security, and yet restricted him from seeing what they were doing. He should have asked what these people were researching, and why they seemed to be hiding it from the locals. He should have asked a lot of questions, but they wanted somebody who wouldn't do that, which is why they got him.

Any curiosity he did have was quickly forgotten on his second day of the job. There was a distraction. A very annoying and PERSISTENT distraction. One he had not expected to deal with. It continued through that first week, then on into the next month, and eventually it became constant.

This was supposed to be an easy security job. It wasn't.

Instead, he had to focus all his energy into trying to stop one single trespasser.

"Dang it kid, don't you ever go to school?" Sarge groaned, leaning down on his knees to reach under a car in the back parking lot, where the trespasser was currently hiding.

"YOU'RE NOT MY DAD! WHAT DO YOU CARE?!" came the reply. Sarge could tell the trespasser had rolled away, out of reach. Fine, then this was happening...

"I CARE, because then maybe I'd get a few hours of PEACE 'N QUIET, while you learned 'yer ABCs!" Sarge dropped down himself, flat on his belly, and rolled under the vehicle as well. The trespasser made a strangled noise of shock and disgruntlement as Sarge finally caught hold of him. Now came the tricky part, getting them both out from under here, without losing his grip.

"ABCs? What, do you think I'm in KINDERGARTEN?" now the kicking started. Great.

"You sure ACT like a bratty little 5-year-old!" Sarge finally maneuvered to hold the trespasser with one arm, and use his other to carefully move across the pavement, not scraping himself or the "criminal" in the process.

"Well YOU act like an old SONUVA-" Sarge cut him off, being able to finally stand again.

"WATCH YOUR MOUTH! One of these days, I'm gonna figure out how t'get a hold of yer parents, see what THEY think of you play'n hookey, trespassin', and smart'n off to your elders!"

No reply to that. Sarge shifted his grip, now holding the individual in question under-arm, like a football tucked at his side, and began to walk toward the outer fence. It was fairly easy to carry the trespasser like this; the kid was only about 11 or 12.

He was a little short for his age, had a thick build, chubby but with hidden muscle mass in there (Sarge knew this for a fact, because the kid could hold on tight when he refused to be moved, was FAST when he wanted to be, and had even thrown a couple punches that HURT. Not to mention the kicking). Thick brown hair, a little long with wavy curls, warm brown skin, and eyes that were such a dark brown, they almost seemed black. He had a round face, but a little squared chin, hinting at a strong jaw (Sarge tried very hard not to find anything "endearing" about this kid, but he couldn't help but think it made the young man resemble a rebellious hero in some of those old Westerns from his own childhood).

Sarge had spent enough time keeping a look-out for the trouble-making trespasser, he had the boy's appearance memorized, including the expressions; typically a default look of bored disinterest... except when he was shooting glares of white-hot rage at the employees, or getting surprised (almost embarrassed) during the moments Sarge caught him sneaking around.

Sarge glanced down, watching as the kid crossed his arms, as if pouting while being carried off the premises, letting his legs dangle limply. The boy seemed to only have 6 shirts he rotated through, and maybe 4 pairs of pants and shorts. His shoes were old and falling apart. Sarge had seen him every day for three months now. It was impossible not to notice.

The kid didn't get through the fences EVERY time, but he would always show up, perhaps simply walking by... it was fairly far outside the edge of the town, and thus not part of the kid's route home. This also made it hard to figure out where he went to school or who his parents were.

Sarge tried to suggest calling the local authorities a few times, let them sort out where the kid's family was, and leave any discipline to them. His bosses didn't like that idea... mumbling about not wanting to attract unwanted attention or cause any waves with the locals by calling the cops on a kid. Sarge didn't so much see it as getting the boy arrested or unfairly punished; it was more about safety. Whoever was responsible for the kid clearly wasn't keeping an eye on him.

In the end, nothing was done. Sarge tried to get the kid to call his parents once or twice in his office, but eventually just let the kid go. Then the kid would come back. Skulk around. Sneak in. Catch and release.

At the metal gate, Sarge unlocked it, turned the handle, and plopped the kid down on the outside. He was quick to put his hands on the boy's shoulders (he had learned his lesson before, when the kid would just BOLT back toward the building as soon as feet touched ground).

"Kid. I've tried reasoning with you. I've tried threatening you," the little boy snorted at that. Sarge knew he could sound intimidating when he bellowed, but the kid had called his bluff by now, and knew any promises of violence were just bluster. "So now, I'm gonna try BRIBING you. Stop trespassing, and I'll- I'll buy you a medium pizza, your choice of toppings, every Friday. How's that sound? Can you agree to that?"

The kid's eyes lit up.

Sarge had noticed how very... "food motivated" the kid was. He'd raided the vending machines AND the break-room fridge every time he got into the ground floor of the building, and twice when Sarge had the kid in his office, he later discovered his own lunch was gone. He barely left the kid alone, for less than a minute!

Sometimes, when the kid just stood outside the fence to glare, he would have a package of Oreo cookies, open them up, and not leave until he ate them all. It made Sarge wonder how stable to food-situation was for the kid at home... but he couldn't worry about that. He wasn't getting paid to worry about that. This was his security job, and that was what he had to focus on.

The kid looked genuinely distressed as he thought about this offer; as if Sarge had given him a difficult moral dilemma that had dire consequences.

"No. I can't..." the kid finally answered. He was nearly on the verge of crying.

"For Godsakes- WHY? Can you answer me that? Why do you keep trying to get in here? You think we got a petting zoo inside? A waterpark? Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory? WHAT?" Sarge asked.

"You won't believe me," the kid answered, some combination of defiant and determined, and yet also defeated.

"Try me," Sarge insisted.

For a moment, the kid only stared, as if trying to really get a good look at Sarge for the first time; he was in his 50s, with the graying, white-streaked hair to prove it. On the shorter side of "average height", but broad-shouldered and boxy, and he knew how carry himself so he looked ten feet tall. His face had deep lines, the nose and jaw had been broken in the past, and all across his face and arms, little lines and clusters of old scars showed. His rather pale skin had burned his first week here, but he's been better at using sunblock, and it has finally evened-out into a light tan. Sarge was built like a brick, and proud of it. Most people were afraid to look him in the eye.

The kid blinked, a few tears spilling out and rolling down his cheeks, but he didn't look away.

"Those scientist guys stole my friend. He's in there, someplace. I'm trying to find him and get him out,"

Sarge hadn't been expecting to hear THAT, but it didn't entirely throw him for a loop either; kids will say some WILD nonsense, lie on the fly, and not always realize it. They imagine something up, say it, and then just believe it. They commit to the bit without even trying, or fully understanding the concept of being deceitful. Before tricking anybody else, kids will trick themselves.

Who knows what REALLY had this boy so fixated on the building.

"Uh-huh. And why, exactly, do they have your friend?" Sarge somehow managed to avoid sounding too sarcastic.

"B-because," the kid huffed, looking very serious, indignant, and... afraid? "He isn't- he's not human,"

#red vs blue #rvb #rvb fic

[idiopath-fic-smile]

post-W.A.R. Summer ficbit

Still taking prompts for my "donate at least $25 to an abortion-related cause, get at least 250 words of fic" exchange, with the additional caveat that while I can't promise anything, so far I don't think any piece has been under 750 words.

Enjolras’s first job was being paid under the table to move a bunch of old boxes of files at his mom’s office. His second job is working for the same office as a receptionist. The best things about the gig, according to Enjolras, are defying gender expectations and getting to read books at his desk when there are no customers.

Grantaire’s first job is with an aggressively mediocre fast food sandwich place. He wipes counters and applies mayo onto spongy baguettes and has a noticeably bad panic attack following his manager’s half-hearted attempt to teach Grantaire the register during the hellish weekend lunch rush. 

He comes home reeking of cheap bread. He sees shreds of lettuce when he closes his eyes at night. His first week, he made the mistake of mentioning Enjolras during a completely empty night shift — he didn’t even say boyfriend, but apparently they could read it in his tone — and from then on, none of the guys he works with will look him in the eye. 

One day about a month after he was hired, in the wake of another terrible lunch rush, his manager makes a comment that is simultaneously racist, sexist, and homophobic, and Grantaire realizes with sudden crystal clarity that this isn’t like school, where your transcript follows you around with a careful tallying of all your various sins. He can just leave and start anew at a completely different job, reputation fresh, résumé blank as it was before. Unless his new employer randomly thinks to contact one very specific sandwich shop, he is in the clear.

So he does leave. He doesn’t give two weeks’ notice, doesn’t even wait until the end of the shift. He peels off his apron, doffs his uniform hat, and leaps over the counter. He calls Enjolras, who has a license at last, and the two of them get sandwiches at another, different aggressively mediocre sandwich place to celebrate. 

“You jumped over the counter?” Enjolras keeps saying, smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“It seemed like a faster way out than walking around Stephen the Manager.”

“Diving over the counter, like in an action movie.”

“If it was an action flick,” says Grantaire, “I probably would’ve managed to land on my feet.”

Enjolras laughs.

Grantaire’s second job he gets through Bahorel, at the movie theater on the other side of town. He gives out tickets, listens to customers endlessly complain about the prices, and learns to work a cash register only slightly better than before. The manager is generally not breathing over his shoulder, which means he can do things like give the employee discount to his friends, which is always a highlight. 

Now when he closes his eyes at night, he sees popcorn, which is really just a move sideways. The bread smell is replaced by the overpowering odor of artificial butter.

One night during a slow spell, his fellow cashier tells him her favorite movie is Saving Face, which Grantaire knows through Enjolras is both a rom-com and a landmark movie in queer cinema, and that is how Grantaire manages to make a new friend, right there in the box office, wearing a plasticky vest and a stupid clip-on bowtie. Lin is a good person to know — another ally besides Bahorel when the line of increasingly annoyed customers stretches across the building — and a partner-in-crime when nobody is lining up to see anything and the only goal is to pass the time.

She even invites him to parties, which he mostly avoids because he can tell from her stories they involve drinking and pot, and he’s not sure he trusts that side of himself. But when Who Killed The Electric Car? comes out, she drives out to the city with the rest of the ABC to see it and get overpriced coffees after, everyone talking a mile a minute under the twin stimulants of caffeine and companionship. It’s a good afternoon, a great one, even, and Grantaire marvels at all the forces that brought them all together, from activism to friendship to a desire to earn $7 an hour.

It’s nice to get caught up with everyone, even though it’s also basically impossible to get a word in edgewise.

Combeferre is working at a small mom-and-pop bookstore that is in the process of going out of business due to the huge, shiny Borders right across the street. Eponine continues to sling buttons and fabric at the Joann’s next to the Panera, and Musichetta eventually joins her, mostly out of enthusiasm for that all-important employee discount. Jehan and Feuilly get jobs bagging groceries at the weird organic health food store outside of town, which is one of few places in a fifteen-mile radius where Jehan’s clothing choices don’t draw much hostility. Nobody is surprised when Courfeyrac turns out to be a natural as a waiter, nor are they surprised at the jokes he makes about how exactly he winds up with so much of his money in cash. Cosette gets a fast food job, looking, Eponine notes, unfairly good in the cheesy polyester uniform. Joly and Bossuet both become science tutors to middle schoolers, which they describe as about half teaching and half babysitting.

Marius doesn’t have a job; for reasons that are unclear to the rest of the group, his grandpa disapproves of him working.

Bahorel, the only senior in their bunch, leaves for college in the fall, but in the meantime, there’s still plenty of summer left, and it’s a novelty for Grantaire to be able to go and spend money with friends without first leaving a note begging funds from his parents. They finally go laser tagging together as a group, and predictably, Eponine is lethal at it. Combeferre turns out to also have killer aim.

“If you two wanna go see a movie this weekend,” Grantaire tells her on the ride home, “I can hook you both up with six-dollar tickets. Nothing more romantic than savings.”

“The only thing that’s still out that I wanna see is Snakes on a Plane,” she says. “And I don’t see Combeferre getting much out of that.”

“Maybe he would for love,” he singsongs, and she punches him on the arm.

That’s all he says on the subject for like two months (Eponine punches harder than Musichetta), until a weekend in August, halfway through a shift at the theater, when he spots Eponine and Combeferre standing in line together, just a little too dressed up for the movies. Combeferre is wearing the kind of shirt you have to iron.

“Two for Step Up,” says Eponine. ‘Don’t you dare,’ say her eyes.

“Together or separate?” asks Grantaire.

“Uh,” says Combeferre, “together.”

“Of course,” says Grantaire, smiling widely. “Of course. That will be twelve dollars, please.”

#world ain't ready #making a ship canon after like 7 to 8 years LIKE YOU DO #a massive thank you to everyone still reading WAR fic bits in 2022 #it warms my heart

[ruleofrosethorns]

notes for kuwtm!! (since some of yall seem to really enjoy this au)

the main au takes place a few months after SH3

james is here because harry kinda just felt like visiting sh after a couple of years and lo n behold

CAR IN TOLUCA LAKE FEAT. DEPRESSED WET CAT!!

he saved wittle old james and the rest is history

Harry DID NOT DIE because his protective bf (james) saved his sleepy ass

they decided to go on a road trip to Silent Hill and fuck around for a bit

(i might start writing a separate thing for that hehe)

anyway at some point harry got separated from the gang(tm) and went to alchemilla hospital

AND HOLY SHIT LISA IS HERE SHE IS VIBING

(oh and Maria was out and about terrorizing James like old times <3)

pretty much there's just a group of monsters who are kinda just hanging out and smoking weed

they're cool w/ the gang and through undisclosed plot developments i'm still tryna work out in my brain-

the weed-smoking sh group survives the purge of Harold Mason and move into the human world

not directly next to but in the same area as the Masons (much to their concern (except for Heather))

and thus, the mlm wlw rivalry begins /j

Heather enjoys hanging out w/ them but Harry and James are UNDERSTANDABLY conflicted

like idk bro letting our adopted daughter hang out with the manifestations of my guilt seems kinda wack...

but regardless they all love Lisa because she has never done anything wrong ever

Harry's alright(???) w/ Maria and PH?? James is mostly just annoyed by Maria and PANICKED BY PH

Harry and Lisa are honorary siblings <3 they didn't really get to know each other during SH but that all changed when Lisa moved in

Maria and Lisa are in love and sort of formed a found family with the monsters. co-workers of the otherworld ig

the monsters sort of look up to Maria and Lisa as mother figures, PH being the weird uncle that they all love bc he supplies them weed

James & Harry tend to COINCIDENCELY run into Maria & Lisa whenever they go on a date its an ongoing issue

Most of the monsters can't really go outside?? (y'know because grotesque eldritch horrors aren't "allowed" in public SMH)

So Maria, Lisa & Heather usually go on shopping sprees to get their demonic buddies things that they want

Unfortunately Lisa sometimes starts leaking blood so that's sometimes an issue

(she has to inhale & hold her breath to keep it at bay for long periods of time)

She is like a balloon

ALSO Harry is still an author!! He's moved away from murder mystery's and works on supernatural horror & non-fiction novels about certain cults...

NOT BECAUSE OF SH OR ANYTHING HAHA

James doesn't really have a job.

he just sort of fucks around and gets a new part time job every time the last one realizes he has been legally declared missing for 12-13 years

Heather's still in school (doing her last year), had to repeat once because of SH3 kinda resulting in her family needing a REAL vacation

Maria and Lisa don't have jobs. No one knows how they managed to rent a house. James thinks they probably killed the landlord.

Like seriously, where does their money keep coming from.

Heather asked one day and Lisa spoiled the mystery by admitting they sell random demonic items they find in the Otherworld.

SPEAKING OF HEATHER. she is a girl liker. i don't make the rules (i do)

Harry is also teaching her piano (yknow for puzzle related purposes), James "trys" to help her maths homework to various degrees of success.

James does most of the cooking, but can and will resort to eating dirt if needed.

(He doesn't cook because he's good at it or enjoys it tho. it's not like he is better than Harry at cooking-he just REALLY wants to help out around the house)

Oh also James &  Harry got married a few years before the events of SH3. It was a tough decision for them at first but Heather helped them work things out

(She also hijacked the music at the reception and played My Chemical Romance)

Maria n Lisa had thought about marriage but they're sort of stuck with each other for eternity sooOo

LEMME TALK ABOUT HARRIA REAL QUICK (yes harv i have coined that name it is TOO GOOD)

So Maria is directly, y'know, connected to James' subconscious, so she can go back and forth between the forms

Again, James fell in luv w/ Harry and SH panicked and said "FUCK MARIA CHANGE UR PFP"

At first she didn't have much control over it?? So like a year after SH2, Maria's just chilling w/ Lisa and then POOF

HARRIA. And Lisa's like "AYO :O I KNOW THAT GUY?!" So they found out about the boyfriends PRETTY early on

It took a few months, but she managed to figure out how to shapeshift at will. Turns out shes genderfluid!

But after SH3 she doesn't use it that much (yknow considering harry is RIGHT THERE) but she will shapeshift just to fuck w/ people

James is ashamed to admit he actually fell for it once (he was SLEEPY and half-awake, okay?!)

Harry was a lil bit freaked out at first but now he just thinks it's kinda cool

Heather just thinks it funny that this eldritch demonic horror from another world is basically just a yassified vers of her dad and James' ex-wife

>:3

#OVER 900 WORDS MY LORD I'VE WRITTEN AN ESSAY ON THESE SILLY GAYS #kuwtm #keeping up with the masons #silent hill #harry mason #james sunderland #heather mason #lisa garland #maria silent hill #tw long post

[alias-sam]

Pierced by a Golden Soul

Chapter 1. A Normal Day in a Normal Life

Platonic Jojo's x Reader

Summary: Fate is a bizarre concept with countless more bizarre implications. In life sometimes such extraordinary events happen that the only reasoning left must be fate. The tragedies that constantly befall the Joestar bloodline for example may be the unluckiest series of cards drawn in human history, or perhaps the work of a greater power. There is no way to tell for sure. Had Dio Brando or Jonathan Joestar moved slightly on a divergent path the world itself would be left very different. The fate or luck of the noble Joestar bloodline has led to destruction of evil likes of the Pillar Men and DIO. This story is of a similar caliber to that of the other Joestars (as I am sure you are familiar with them). This is a story of lost souls, compassion, hope, and above all fate.

Word Count: 2,440

(Crosspost from Wattpad, full fic is already posted there.)

Saint Rosewater County Florida 1998. Between one of the oldest cities in the country, and one of the busiest cities in the panhandle, laid an ever-shifting tourist town known as Andorra Beach. Home to many a strange characters and many a stranger spectacles. Local tourist hotspots, including fishing and shopping destinations, had made Andorra quite the attractive vacation area.

Among hustle and bustle from travelers was the daily lives of more permanent residents to the area. This included you. Bordly you continued your trek towards an intersection that led to your high school. It was currently May, one of many hot months of the year where you lived. You wiped some sweat from your forehead, then rifled through your bag to make sure there was an umbrella handy. The gods of Florida weather were chaotic. You had to be prepared if they decided to bless you with random rain around the time you had to walk back home. As your leisurely morning pace brought you closer to the crosswalk, you noticed a peculiarly tall man. His nose was glued to a map and small book he held closely to his face. His staggering height alone did not grab your attention rather it was his flamboyant white jacket and hat.

You were just a few feet from him when you realized he was starting to step off of the sidewalk. The crossing light cleared him to go, despite traffic continuing to flow past the curb. You were oddly calm in this situation, as unfortunately it was one you dealt with every morning.

The crosswalk timer and traffic lights had been broken since before you could remember. Often the light up sign would misinform pedestrians of when it was really safe to cross. Thus began your morning routine of stopping tourists who tried to cross before the traffic lights changed. Occasionally pulling them out of the street before something tragic happened. With practiced movements you sprinted forward, reaching for the back of the man's jacket. Time seemed to slow when you noticed the man was just a hair out of your immediate reach. Before you could do anything else a ghostly hand shot out from your own. It gripped the man's jacket, tugging roughly backwards. He was quite large but the ghost hand managed to make him stumble back onto the sidewalk. A red car speedily zipped through the stretch of road where the man would have been standing. Your grip on the man's jacket loosened while you let out a small breath you had subconsciously held. You looked down to get a glimpse at your arm but the ghost hand disappeared just as suddenly as it showed up.

The man turned. He looked down at you before turning his gaze to the crossing sign and the road. You could see the questioning look gather on his face, just like every time you had this interaction with someone. He seemed to understand the reason you stopped him though, because he didn't look annoyed. You watched the giant tip his hat in front of his eyes and mutter in another language something along the lines of 'Yare Yare.' A phrase you couldn't really decipher.

"Thanks kid." His voice was monotone but you appreciated being acknowledged. In most instances you didn't get anything close to a thank you.

"Someone really needs to fix that light." You mumbled, mostly to yourself but loud enough for anyone around to hear. It was nice the guy was smart enough to figure out the problem, you hated having to explain it. As the light changed and cars stopped you stepped off of the curb and crossed. When you made it to the other side you had to readjusted your bag. There was a weird tugging sensation coming from your back. When you looked behind you there was nothing there. Maybe your strap was to tight or something?

The rest of your venture to school went as it always did, you passed by fellow commuters, occasionally checking your watch to make sure you were moving at a pace that would get you to first period on time.

This year had so far been boring as they come. While you were glad for nothing chaotic per say happening, a part of you longed for some break from the monotony. 1998 marked you entering high school, a change that would shake things up for most teens, however after the first day of school everything fell into a quiet rhythm. You weren't the most outgoing of people, but not a total introvert either, this landed you with a few acquaintances, but basically no friends. After the first few weeks you got marked a 'loner'. The title oddly enough made annoying people want to approach you. Often when you got closer to school a small gaggle of classmates and strangers would start following you. It was up to luck if they were there to try and hang out, or give you trouble.

You picked up your walking pace as you made it to school, hoping to avoid any unwanted attention. Unfortunately, luck was not smiling upon you today. You sighed to yourself as several high-pitched voices called out your name. You walked a bit faster but they just matched your strides.

"(Y/N)! We have a project coming up wanna partner up?"

"Hey! I heard that you aren't in any clubs! You should totally join mine!"

"You're looking nice today."

Any normal person would probably be flattered by all of the attention, but to you most of these people were strangers. You would occasionally recognize people maybe a boy or two from your English class and that girl you accidentally brushed past in the halls one time. Other than slight recognition you had no idea who these people were. It was weird and creepy to be approached like this.

A random brunette who was already walking close by grabbed your arm.

"We should have lunch together! How about it (Y/N)?" You quietly shook the girl away from you before turning slightly to the small group.

"Could you all just let me get to class? This is kind of ridiculous." You watched in confusion as several of them blushed and let out small 'Okays' and 'sures'

Thankfully they left and you made it to class without any other distractions. Classes came and went some feeling gruelingly longer than others. Not many lessons stood out to you today. When you made it to your biology class the teacher showed an article about fish in the area dying of an unknown cause at alarming rates. It was common local news that had popped up recently. Some residents attributed it to the sudden tourist season, others suggested it was pollution of some caliber. You tuned out the rest of class, completely missing when your teacher announced that a marine biologist was going to be volunteering at the school for a few days to give lectures.

Eventually school ended and you were freed from your stuffy classroom to enjoy the day that had been laid out in front of you A dark and gloomy sky replaced the clear one from that morning. Pulling your umbrella from your bag you walked with it in hand, ready to open it up in case any rain started. When you passed the courtyard, several eyes followed you. A thing to note about your school was its hive mind. Indeed cliché, but people who didn't conform to the social norm were targets for rumors. Luckily, none of the ones centered around you were particularly damaging. In fact, some of them were so outlandish it was hilarious. Luck seemed to smile upon you in that aspect.

All of your day did end in a bit of excitement since a massive downpour fell from the skies conveniently right as your commute neared home. You half jogged down the sidewalk, keeping in mind not to slip. At last, you reached the 'Jones Family Bakery' Smiling at some customers who exited before making your way to the back. The delicious and familiar smell of sweets hit you as the door closed behind.

"Ciao señora Jones." You greeted. Out from behind a cabinet door came a short Italian woman. Your adoptive mother.

"Greetings darling, how was school?" she asked while attentively removing a batch of cookies from the oven. You plopped down your school bags trading them for a work apron.

"Do you really need to ask?" was your immediate response. Senora Jones gave a light laugh as she sat the hot cooking pan on a cooling rack.

"I suppose not, you always give the same response." She cleared her throat before doing her best imitation of your voice. "Exactly the same as every day, I'm tired and just want to sleep." You chuckled slightly; her playful nature always put a smile on your face. You grabbed a pair of tongs, preparing to move some baked goods to a display.

"Did you make any new friends today?" Your mother's voice was a bit more serious than before. You froze where you were, and looked at her.

"I-... no." You knew the line you were going to get next. Just like clockwork, the conversation happened every day.

"Look," Jones spoke softly. "I don't want you going through life alone. I get that maybe you don't like everyone at school, but please amour? It would put me at ease if you had someone to rely on." You looked at the older woman and saw nothing but a caring expression. She wasn't mad, just worried. You hated disappointing her, but part of you knew her wishes were a bit hard to carry out. Mob mentality was the best way of describing your school's hierarchy. If someone messed up a wave of sorts was the result. A wave of bullying, rumors, and ostracization. Your method of staying afloat was keeping away from drama and wave makers.

"Yeah." You sighed. "I'll keep trying."

You worked mindlessly on a display in a comfortable silence until the front door bell caught your attention.

Ms. Jones raced you to the counter. She made it there first and kindly greeted the customer.

While you didn't necessarily recognize the girl, you were willing to bet that she went to your school. She had on a backpack and carried a slightly soaked textbook (identical to one you owned). She looked a bit disheveled, likely due to getting caught in the rain. Her platinum blonde hair was dripping wet and sticking to the sides of her face.

As the newcomer gave her order you watched and listened in case you had to get something specific from the kitchen for her.

"I'm here to pick up an order for Jaya Rossi." She politely said. Ms. Jones looked over at you, to which you nodded. You retreated to the kitchen and retrieved a small box marked Rossi, then moved back to the front counter and handed it to the girl.

"Thank you so much!" She seemed rather excited for a simple cupcake order, but you paid it no mind.

Your mother motioned towards the windows and the atrocious rain pouring down outside.

"You aren't planning to walk home in that. Are you?" The girl looked outside and visually sagged a bit.

"I forgot my umbrella at school." She responded bashfully.

"Well that just won't do!" Your mother grabbed a towel off of the counter, handing it to the girl. "You dry off what you can with this while I go find an extra one. Can't have you catching cold walking home in the rain!" She walked past you to make her way to the second floor where the two of you lived. "Please keep her company for a few minutes would ya Y/n?" You gave a nod of understanding to your mother, despite mentally preparing yourself for the awkward silence that was about to ensue. You pretty much knew exactly what she was doing too. Senora Jones was always the type to dote on you, and your stark lack of close friends had led her to put you in as many social situations possible.

She smiled and went back to finding an extra umbrella. You looked over at the girl, noticing her unyielding stare up at you. Paying her no mind you began moving around some of the baking displays and tidying up the front counter.

"So...." She trailed off, drumming a slow beat on the table she was sitting at. "You work here?" While the girl seemed comfortable enough talking to you all you felt in the atmosphere was awkwardness.

"Yes?" It was a statement that came out as a question. You were honestly thinking she wouldn't talk to you.

"That's pretty cool!" A wide grin was plastered on her face as she scooted a chair closer to where you were working. She did not seem to feel the same awkward atmosphere you did. "What's it like? Do you help make all of this?" She pointed to the display case that was filled with baked goods. You hesitated, caught a bit off guard at her forwardness but ultimately decided to humor her.

"I work after school and most weekends, it's peaceful actually. Senora Jones insists on doing most of the baking so I really just tidy up and deal with whatever customers she doesn't beat me to."

"What's your name?"

"Y/n. Y/n Jones." You introduced.

"Im Jaya." The girl held a hand out over the counter. It took you a second to process she wanted a handshake. There was really nothing in particular to talk about, but after the handshake your mother returned.

"Here you go." She handed the girl an umbrella with a warm smile. It unendingly amazed you how caring Senora Jones could be to complete strangers. While she would always care about you more than words could say she had a similar love for people in the community. Much like the current instance she would help passers by and customers at a moment's notice.

"Thank you so much! Ill return this I promise!" Your mother gave her signature laugh at the girl's determined expression.

"Don't worry! Just drop by tomorrow." The blonde girl (Who you had now come to know as Jaya) nodded and thanked your mom before heading out.

Your time at the bakery continued on. The familiar patter of raindrops against glass windows was calming. You reorganized some of the pantry as well as wiped down counters and tables. The normal daily work. When closing time rolled around Senora Jones trusted you to close the shop while she headed upstairs to make the two of you dinner.

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Mixture Of Tropes (2) Masterlist

part one

A Map of My Heart and Mind (ao3) - Cadensaurus (orphan_account)

Summary: Dan and Phil get drunk and wake up married in Vegas, the day after Dan's 25th birthday. Dan thinks they could just get it annulled but Dan knows what marriage means to Phil, how important it is, and he wonders if they can just fake it for a year so it's not a total waste and then divorce. Of course, a year is a long time to pretend to be married and things can always change...

a match and a fuse (ao3) - waveydnp

Summary: Phil is twenty six years old and stuck in a dead end life. He works at Starbucks and may or may not be carrying a torch for his best friend of eight years. He doesn’t know who he is or what he wants–or how to go about figuring it out.

That all starts to change when he happens upon the resume of a certain law school grad named Daniel.

Back to Normal (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: When Dan joins Phil on a family vacation to Florida, Phil's mother thinks they've finally gotten together, Dan panics and goes along with it...

before we turn into a monster (with two heads) (ao3) - blueshirt

Summary: “Once this case is over, I’m getting a new job. Maybe one where I just sit in my bedroom and make videos about my life. That would be nice,” Dan muses dreamily to himself—or rather, mumbles indistinctly to himself, because it’s a little hard to articulate when you’ve been shoved into the trunk of a moving car, bound, and gagged.

Or, the 30K Secret Agents AU that nobody asked for, featuring an undercover mission as husbands, annoying coworkers with a betting pool (Dan is going to complain to HR about Felix), and inevitable slow-dancing to Ed Sheeran.

Charmed (ao3) - hygge

Summary: Dan doesn’t understand Valentine’s Day. That is until he’s given an anonymous card with someone’s phone number in it. It takes months of talking with this anonymous person to learn who they are, and it ends up being the person that Dan least expects.

Communication Is Key (ao3) - philsmeatylegss

Summary: In which au Dan and Phil are friends with benefits despite the fact that neither of them want to be friends with benefits and Dan just sucks at talking about his feelings

Hold the Weight of Worlds (ao3) - letspartyrightnow

Summary: The curse could only be unleashed by a life being taken. Dan still remembered the blood, the screams, the terror in his mother’s eyes. The rush of power and strength that consumed him after, right when the curse was coursing through his body, and how it was unimaginable, painful, yet liberating.

That’s what scared him the most.

Illicit Affairs (ao3) - Yiffandquiff (paradisobound)

Summary: Dan and Phil are negotiating a deal to merge their two successful video game companies. However, stolen glances and secret meetings determine that the two men want more than a company merger: they want each other.

make your own miracle (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: A festive friends to lovers fic featuring ice skating, tree decorating, a power cut and two boys who need to talk about their feelings.

Painting Flowers (ao3) - starrywrite

Summary: AU! Stereotypes insist that tattoo artists are usually terrifyingly intimidating with big muscles and thick accents. And then there’s Phil Lester: lanky, awkward, and ironically afraid of needles, yet arguably London’s finest tattoo artist and manager of the infamous Ink Poisoning. Despite the fact that Phil’s life is considered, by some, to be a bit unorthodox, there’s nothing in the world he’d change about it… except maybe he’d like someone to come home to other than his hairless cat, Dobby. But it goes without saying that after the catastrophe that was his last relationship, Phil can’t help but to cling to the safety net that is remaining single.

And then he meets Dan Howell, the budding florist who takes over the flower shop across the street and soon after becomes “the pastel flower prince of his heart” (as dubbed by Phil’s best mate Katie). Despite insisting that he feels no romantic attraction to the florist, Phil can’t deny that that needles aren’t the only thing that makes his heart race anymore.

Professionally, Yours (ao3) - deletable_bird

Summary: Dan is an overworked, underpaid, very homosexual uni student in need of an easy job. Phil is a successful, rather lonely businessman in need of a housekeeper. This is their story. Fluff/smut, 31.2k, written for the Phandom Big Bang 2016

Ships that pass in the night (ao3) - jestbee

Summary: Dan and Phil are YouTubers. The catch? They’ve never met, and Phil doesn’t want them to.

Steal My Heart (steal my whole life too) (ao3) - auroraphilealis (peachrayne), INeverHadMyInternetPhase (BirbWatcher)

Summary: Captain of the Royal Guard and Prince of Morellia, Philip Lester has never been given the chance to find love. Instead, he’s run from a system that works to end class differences and improve equality for its citizens. Happy as he is to make the world a better place, Phil can’t help feeling bitter towards his ancestors for making it impossible for him to find someone who will actually love him for more than just his title, and strives instead for a life of justice and doing good - only to meet his match in the King of Thieves, a man who will change everything he once thought he knew in life. Together, they must depart on a quest to save the kingdom, and, in the process, destroy their differences and find their own form of love.

strangers (ao3) - waveydnp

Summary: dan is new to london and living in a mostly empty flat, desperate to forget the mistakes of his past. he’s all alone – until one day he gets a piece of mail addressed to someone in the neighbouring flat, one mr. philip lester. he can’t exactly not return it, can he?

The Prince & The Wolf (ao3) - serendipitys (orphan_account)

Summary: Let me tell you about the tale of how a boy who had flowers growing in his soul fell in love with a boy who had thorns trapping his.

The Way I See You (ao3) - INeverHadMyInternetPhase (BirbWatcher)

Summary: Dan’s shocked when he realises that Phil’s self-conscious about the way he looks. Apparently Phil doesn’t know that he isn’t allowed to be sad when Dan’s around. So Dan takes it upon himself to fix the situation - by complimenting something about Phil’s appearance every day. Trouble is, Dan isn’t very good at hiding his teensy tiny crush on Phil.

when i sing, you sing harmonies (ao3) - The_Blonde

Summary: "Dan’s two minute sonatas reduce to one minute and then to a sad thirty seconds of something lilting and beautiful. It’s sad in such a way that Phil, having begged Dan to play, actually can’t stand and listen to something so full of longing. Sad in a way that it could have been written for Phil (but not possible. Dan doesn’t even know Phil). Sad in a way that Dan could just walk over, take Phil’s heart from his chest and say can I have this? and Phil would say of course, it’s yours".

Or: Witch Phils and the Piano Playing Dans that they just want to make happy (with a sprinkling of magic).

(when you gonna realise) it was just that the time was wrong (ao3) - The_Blonde

Summary: Phil works in a coffee shop. Or at an animal sanctuary. Or at a university. Maybe he’s a Youtuber. Maybe he runs an editing firm. Sometimes he’s in the 1920s. In all of these places he has dreams. In all of these places he is in love with Dan. It’s just trying to work out which time is the right one.

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[pbandjesse]

I'm feeling really good tonight. I am tired but I'm also just happy. It was a good day.

I slept alright last night. I was excited to sleep in. And I did just that. I don't even remember James leaving. I woke up around 9 and was sort of dazed. I let myself just drift for a while. But eventually got up because I had things I wanted to go out and do before going to awah.

I really liked my outfit today. My hair was dirty but it was raining out so it wouldn't matter much. I knew I wanted to leave at 10. So very soon I was out the door.

I wanted to try and find a phone lanyard for James. I did not think that would be to hard. I was wrong. I forgot sometimes thing open later on Sundays. And so when I got out to Towson the first three places I tried to go wouldn't open until 11. Annoying.

So I went to Marshalls first. No luck there. I did not buy anything. Next I went to target. No luck there. I also remembered to look at soda stream stuff but they didn't have flavors I wanted.

So I was a little frustrated. And it was raining. And while I was cold outside I kept overheating in the stores.

It was almost 11 though. So to waste the bit of more time I went to Chipotle for chips and queso. And even though they just opened like 5 minutes before I got there there was a line and an online order of 6 burritos. So I was in line for a while. But she only charged me for a small and gave me a soda for free so I won.

And I enjoyed my little meal but I split my lip again and got blood on my hands and was annoyed but it's fine.

I tried five below after that. No luck. I was getting frustrated at this point. I didn't think this was going to be so hard.

I drove back to the other side of the shopping center, around the back, to the bed bath and beyond. Because it's going out of business. And was able to get 4 soda stream flavors. So that was good. But of course the line was wicked long. And I had an hour until I had to be at awah so I was anxious. But it ended up being fine and everything worked out. I got my deals. I got to overhear people's conversations. And then I was out of there.

Except then I was holding all these bottles and couldn't find my keys for a little bit I would find them and everything would be okay. I would just be a little damp.

I went to awah and it would be an excellent class. My GPS took me a very strange way but I got to see a lot of really pretty houses and it was a good drive. I was in a very good mood. And the project would be very fun!

Paris and Naomi would come soon after me and we talked. And got everything set up. Mary Ellen was not there today but we would figure it out without her. And they were all so lovely.

We had a few new friends. And I got to talk to them about the honeymoon and how I hope to work with them again. I also got to show off my tattle shuttle because it was in my bag. Not that I've really gotten any better at it but I was having fun doing it. It's a very good fidget.

Those two hours really went fast though. I would exchange Instagrams with Paris so we can keep in touch when she moved back to Colorado for medical school. And I told Naomi I hope to see her at the training next month. And then it was almost time to go.

I went to go and alarm the building but a parent was waiting while their student was using the bathrooms so I chatted with them a bit. And before they left the student made a big effort to wish me safe travels. He struggles to talk so it meant a lot to me. I'm going to miss everyone.

I would sit in the parking lot doing my class notes. And then I went home. I was pretty emotionally drained. And cold. I was happy to be home.

Before I went in the house I cleaned up the car a little. And packed up s totebag with my purchases. And once I was inside I had the rest of my chips and waited for James to come home.

I would mostly be in bed this evening. Sometimes James was with me. Sometimes not. It was just nice. My dad called and we talked for most of an hour. He told me about when he was a teen and he asked me excellent questions about the groups I'm working with. It has always been something that I admire about him. He's so ready to listen and learn. Even if he doesn't get it. He wants to try and that means a lot to me.

James made me a little sandwich. And they did the laundry. I fed the fish and washed my hair. The rain continues outside.

I am super ready to go on our trip. I'm nervous!!! But I'm also really excited. We figured out there is an app for the cruise so that's very cool. And we are mostly checked in. So tomorrow hopefully we will finish that. We are just missing a few little pieces of information. But a Monday phonecall will fix that.

I have my last shift of work tomorrow before our vacation. I am very excited. Also very nervous!! It's going to be a very good week. Or it'll be a good story. Either way I am looking forward to it.

Goodnight everyone. I hope you are warm and dry.

[system-splintered]

I think I officially became Disabled™️ this weekend. Finally got my first "but you don't look disabled" at my partner's birth giver's funeral, from her mother's foster mom.

It was absurdly annoying. I told her I left my cane in the car because it'd be in the way inside this house with twenty freaking people in it and I didn't have to walk far.

Putting my rant under a readmore so nobody has to see it.

I wish I didn't feel like I have to justify the fact that I can't work a normal job. I can't talk to strangers for more than two-three hours anymore, I get paranoid and angry and my PTSD + AVPD flares up bad; if I'm forced to stay out past my limit I will have to isolate myself for days to get back to normal, and usually have to double up my antipsychotics for a dose or two to get the paranoia to go away.

That's not even touching on the fact that I literally can't stand for more than maybe an hour, hour and a half on a great day with all potential pain meds stacked, and a 5 x 5 area to move around in.

I can't walk more than a half mile at most without sitting for 10-30, and with each break the distance between just gets shorter and shorter, by a factor of 1/2. And again, this would be on a great day with lots of energy, all the pain meds I'm allotted, and probably an absurd amount of caffeine. I can shop by myself at the neighborhood market but not the big Walmart, if we're talking a full grocery trip ($60-$100 of groceries, maybe 8-10 bags). If I need to go there I have to have someone with me to push the cart. My cane is a lot more supportive than leaning on the cart.

This doesn't even touch on being autistic+ADHD, which makes all of this so much harder because pain is a stimulus that can quickly become overstimulating, especially in places with bright lights and lots of vivid colors. The cereal aisle gives me a headache sometimes. But going from overstimulated to understimulated sucks for my ADHD because it's instant boredom city, even if I'm in a ton of pain with a migraine, having to lie down in the dark, I'm bored out of my skull the whole time. Can't even sleep without something playing in the background to distract me enough to sleep.

I can't live alone. My back basically decides I'm dead and goes into rigor mortis(/hj) if I haven't had a back massage in three days, with big hard knots that feel like having someone pinch my nerve endings and twist to rub out. Or sometimes just like I've been stabbed through with dozens of needles, all the way deep into my back muscles. It's miserable. My back is literally fucking broken in the one spot that keeps it stable while you're standing up.

I need someone to help me take care of myself. If I'm alone for too long I stop sleeping, eating, showering. It gets bad. With someone else I have some motivation to eat because I'm feeding them too, or on bad pain days, my partner cooks for me, even if it's after she's worked a full shift. Without someone talking to me daily, the paranoia gets bad really fast. I would need a lot heavier dose of antipsychotics and pain meds without having someone who loves me living with me.

I can't stand still more than five minutes without the pain steadily increasing. It gets past a five in just a few minutes of standing still and straight. I doubt I could last thirty minutes. I couldn't when I was "abled" (it took me a while to realize I never was, I was just significantly less disabled than I am now). I worked as a cashier for a few months in high school and literally had to just keep switching which leg I was holding myself up with, leaning weight on my other knee to take the weight off my feet, ankles, and shins. It was painful long before my first break 2 hours in.

But because I don't "look disabled" I'm not, right Karen? Fuck off and eat my crippled ass. I shouldn't have to justify my disability to anyone, much less her. Not getting into the drama there but let's just say, to keep it brief, my partner met her mom as an adult after not seeing her since she was 7. I sincerely doubt these foster parents were good ones. Good parents don't have meth addict kids 9/10 times (edit to explain this a bit more-I'm blaming the parents for making her mom's life so miserable she had to resort to that, I have no problem with people addicted to drugs, just doing drugs isn't wrong on its own. It's so often an ignored symptom of trauma and that's what I wanted to say by this)

Casual ableism is fucking annoying.

[waywardkrypton-blog]

AITA???/ MASSIVE FEELING POST

So me and my husband bought a new house (about 40 minutes from where we lived before) about a month ago. I have a really good friend who lives in our old town. She’s incredibly busy because she owns a candle shop and it’s Christmas time. Her and her husband were supposed to help us move, but then had to back out because of work. (That’s understandable) but then we kept inviting them over for dinner, and inviting them to come see the house but they never would come until about a week ago. (My husband had to call her and say hey my wife is getting her feelings hurt) (which I was but I got mad at him for telling her that cuz why would you tell someone that 😭😭) Anyway they finally came over, and we hardly talked at all :( like I don’t understand cuz I was trying to talk :( like we wrapped a couple presents then she took a nap on our couch for a little bit and then they had to go back to their house.

But then she drove all the way to Texas to help one of her other friends.

But anyway my feelings are hurt because I feel like we had to beg them to come over, when they’ll go out with other people all the time no problem. And I know that even if I was super busy and my freind bought a house, (major life milestone) I would make time to go see it before the week was up, like I would go early in the morning or late at night even if I would be tired.

But then she asks me to do stuff for her since we live closer to a bigger city now. And I didn’t reply to the text because it feels like I’m being used. But my husband thinks I’m being petty and over reacting. Which I can kinda see. But idk something doesn’t feel right.

But also she even told me, when y’all move I’m not going to drive all that way to come see you all the time. Which is fine. And I understand cuz I have freinds that live about an hour away and it’s hard to find time where our schedules line up to where we can hang out. And gas is expensive and I don’t have a car right now. But if I could afford gas and had a car I would go see them all the time :(

Maybe I’m dealing with a lot more emotion as well cuz my dad has been over here at the house helping me and Husband clean up the yard and trim trees and pressure washing everything for the past month (it was a dump when we bought it) and my mother hasn’t even come down one time :( and that really hurts my feelings cuz her oldest daughter and first son in law (me and Husband) just bought their first house together (major life accomplishment right??) and she won’t even come see it :( like did I do something to make her mad at me?? And I’ve invited her and dad has asked her to come and everything and she just won’t come :( and I feel like I’ll never be good enough for her or anyone

Cuz none of my other friends have come to see the house either but they’re all farther away which is fine and they have school stuff which I understand but the freinds I have that are local haven’t even come over :( and I feel like everyone secretly hates me and thinks I’m annoying or something but I try so hard to be nice to people and always be there for them like I used to get up at 4:30 am to go see people because I had work during the day and a curfew at night :( like I don’t understand why people can’t put in just a little bit of effort to go out of their way to make someone feel wanted :( cuz I would do anything for any of my freinds but the ones that have it easy won’t even come see my house :( and I decorated for Christmas too :((

idk I just feel so lonely and left out :(

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There’s a woman who works at the donut shop up the street every day, until noon. I drove there today when I wasn’t sure where else I could go. The library is closed on Sundays, and no one’s ever been nicer to me than women, especially women who work in donut shops. Like the one by the mall that I worked in at 17, the woman who always gave me something for free, a handful of donut holes, sometimes a full sized donut. She would round down everyone’s change as well, $4.50 is $4.00, $6.85 is $6.00. How could she afford that, I wondered? In a time when everyone’s pennies we’re precious for buying that carton of eggs, that tank of gas. I was in cosmetology school at the time, cutting hair for 10 hours a day 3 days a week. My wallet was always overflowing with $1 bills, tiny cash tips that I wasn’t quite sure how to use. I always made sure to stuff a few dollar bills in her tip jar. It was all I could do to say thank you.

The donut shop woman I go to now is always happy. Always smiling in this way that actually, really reaches her eyes. This morning I felt like I wanted to disappear, like I couldn’t stand to see my family at home, couldn’t exist in public either and money, money, money, am I really gonna be able to handle all of this? I ordered donuts and sausage rolls and I ate them in my car. I drove around my neighborhood. They renovated the old elementary school, the one I went to not 10, 12 years ago. It’s so different now, I’m so happy that the kids have somewhere so pretty to spend all their time. The small horse ranch that sits right up against the main road is up for sale. I got scared because I couldn’t see any horses, until drove further along and spotted them in the back. In one month I’ll be moving. I wonder if they’re all moving too.

I cried. I wondered if there could ever be a time where I enjoy things like a normal person. I barely survived the weekend. It’s the first hotel room I’ve ever paid for all by myself. What a waste of money. I spent last night drinking as much as I could safely stomach to mute the loud laughter of my neighbors, wondering if I would be less annoyed if I had someone to laugh with too. I passed out in bed without even realizing it. Lets not make that a habit.

#writing #my writing #diary

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Background

Jared Manning Background Jared Manning; he came from a small family; with being the only child. His parents were Violet and Micheal Manning. They met when they were in college; according to his mom it was love at first sight; although his dad did try to  resist the attraction. But by the end of college at Yale they were happy and more in love than ever. They started dating their second year of school. My mother had studied to be a teacher wanting to teach young minds, as for my dad he studied to be in law enforcement. After much debate the couple had started to make a life in California. With my dad getting into one of the best police academies in the country. And my mom believed she could find a job anywhere as long as she was with Micheal; she was very  optimistic. They had gotten engaged on the day my dad graduated from the police Academy, and a few short months later with only close friends and family they said I do. My mom loved to tell the story over the years. 

 A few years after being married Violet and Micheal had found himself fortunate enough to find themselves pregnant; it was unexpected. At the time neither wanted a baby; but knew if god decided to give them a child now it meant they were ready for this next step in life. Both adults had a strong connection with god; both going to church every Sunday; and even on the holidays for a special gathering. For the most part the pregnancy went smoothly; the worse was all the morning sickness in the first few months. A week ahead of Violet’s due date she  fell into labor; scared out of her mine; but Micheal had been by her side every step of the way. She had the baby at the local hospital. That day became one of the best days of their lives because when they held their baby boy for the first time; they fell  instantly in love. Jared Connor Manning.

The fear slowly disappeared with time. Violet had taking time off from the school system deciding she didn’t trust a nanny to take care of Jared. And she was a firm believer in her husband’s dreams of being a cop; she didn’t want him to stop saving innocent lives. So Violet had spent the first 6 years home with her son. Which was why Jared was closest to his mom, he was a momma’s boy. Mom was his first word; he started walking to her first. A mother and son bond it couldn’t be broken. When Violet felt it was okay she trusted herself to go back to teaching young minds when her son was in school. She was the annoying parent; always checking in, she cheered him on at the basketball games. His dad would show up; but one  thing or another always pulled him away. Jared almost felt abandoned from his dad; like he wasn’t a good enough son for him.

  That was until Jared was 20; he followed the footsteps and went to Yale. He was far beyond words of smart; he was top of his class through the years. But one night he was walking back to campus after having a late dinner with his friends off campus. It was dark; the wind was blowing in the air. Sirens could be heard in the distance. It was luck that night; but Jared was in the wrong place at the right time because when he heard a crash; he stopped real fast that night. He hid behind a trash can as he noticed the lights inside one of the jewelry shops going off; followed by a man in a black mask. A robbery. Living with a cop; the 

young adult knew the signs. He was quick he called 911 and within minutes a car showed up. It was amazed seeing how fast the cops moved; and even with resist from the robberies; they were caught. It’s what changed his course of life. It was that night that  Jared decided he was going to be a cop. He was lost until that night. He put in the work; he went to the same academy as his dad a few years later.

The difference was the male didn’t stay in the same town he grew up in. He got offered a position in  Seattle. It was a year that he was there the park right by his apartment where he jogged or ran every morning before his shift at the station that he met Clara. Nearing bumping into her; when he had his music in; he tended to lose himself. It was awkward but she was nice. Laughing it off. She had this smile he remembered to this day. One conversation left him breathless; it was so easy to see her as someone he wanted to know. Jared dated before; but Clara was different which was only confirmed a few days  later when he was called to a crime scene. Note pad in hand with his lucky pen when he saw her. She was working the case? What were the olds. It felt like fate for him and the rest was history. He stood by the fact it was love at first sight for him. Just  like his parents. One date led to another. And well the pair were now married with a daughter Lola. She had a image of both of them. Smart like both her parents; she had the sense of humor like her dad. Her smile was splitting image of Clara. Life almost felt perfect; having a stable job, and home. Both doing their part to be good parents to Lola. Jared didn’t think anything could ever burst the bubble they were in, almost as if a shoe would drop.