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melanieph321 · 2 months

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Ruben Dias/Trent Alexander Arnold x Reader - Dark Rivarly Part 6/15

Here we go, part 6. Featuring a very cute scene where Ruben worries about reader because she is drunk.

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Reader is Trent Alexander Arnold's twin sister. The two have been inseparable since childbirth, more so now when Reader is fresh out of university looking for a job, crashing at her brother's place whilst doing so. One day Reader gets a job offer that she cannot refuse, however it would mean working for her brother's biggest rival in football, Ruben Dias.

Enjoy!

"Grandma, you stabbed me!"

"Then hold still." She grunted.

Trent was right, she had been happy to get rid of you. Telling Grandma that you got fired from your new job earnd you nothing but a thirty minute tongue-lashing and a stab with a needle. You were at the shop, making last minute corrections to your pencil skirt. Your job interview attire.

"What kind of job are you interviewing for anyway?" Jennifer asked, as she helped Grandma take your measurements.

"I dunno, some assistant job at a law firm in town."

"Fancy."

"Not really. It won't have anything to do with marketing. I'm probably just gonna run coffee errands all day."

"Then why apply? Aren't you free to go back and live with your brother again now that the two of you have made up?"

It was true. You and Trent are good now, however your time apart has taught you a valuable lesson. A lesson that independence was key to a less stressful life. At least until you could find a hubby to provide for you in the future.

"There." Grandma said, having fitted the skirt with its finishing touches.

You were taken aback. The fabric felt coarse and scratchy against your skin, and the seams were uneven and puckered. You looked in the mirror and saw that the skirt was much shorter than you had requested, revealing your legs in a way that was not appropriate for a job interview.

"Grandma, this is not what I asked for."

She looked up from her sewing machine, a look of confusion on her face. "What do you mean? This is the pattern you gave me. I thought you wanted something simple."

You sighed. "I did want something simple but not one that looks like it was made by a blind person."

"Come again?" Grandma's face reddened, as she set down her needle and thread. She looked ready to jump you.

Then came Jenny.

"A coat!" She exclaimed, popping up between the two of you. "I'll lend her my coat. Okay?" She gritted her teeth at you.

You rolled your eyes. "Fine."

Grandma fell back on her chair. Lucky for you.

The job interview went well, perhaps because the owner of the law firm was a man in his fifties, who's eyes wandered freely to your leg set over the other, not at all minding the length of your skirt.

Afterwards you texted a friend to meet you up for drinks, since returning to Grandma's apartment was more depressing than getting drunk on a Tuesday.

"I'm surprised you reached out." Your friend Ashley, said. "We haven't heard from you since you moved from London back to Liverpool. You should have told me you're staying in Manchester with your nan."

"Grandma." You corrected.

"Right, how are they, your grandparents?"

"Well, my granddad has been dead for years, but I guess he was great before that."

Ashley looked stunned. "Right, I'm sorry."

It was depressing, how far away you had drifted from your university friends, if you could even call them that these days. They didn't care about you and you couldn't care less about them. Ashley had only agreed to meet up with you because her cousin was in town and she wondered if you could hook them up with tickets to Liverpool's next fixture.

You left the bar having gotten what you wanted. However you only made it halfway home, walking unsteady on your heels. You settled on a park bench to call for a taxi, but accidentally dialed the wrong number, a familiar voice sparking through the phone.

"Hello operator?"

"Y/N?"

"Yes, who's this?"

"It's Ruben."

"Ruben?" You hadn't heard from him since he fired you two weeks ago. "What do you want?"

"Um, you called me."

"I did?"

"Yes."

"Oh."

You pulled back the phone, squinting at the screen, confirming that you had indeed dialed the wrong number.

"Are you okay?"

"What?" You pressed the phone to your ear.

"I asked if you're okay, it sounds like you're shivering. Are you outside?"

"I am. I just came from a bar. I was actually trying to call a taxi, not you."

"Are you drunk? Do you need me to pick you up?"

"What, no." You frowned.

"Your not drunk?"

"Drunk, yes. But I don't need you to come and get me."

"Why not?"

"Why not?" You chuckled. "You fired me Ruben, remember? Besides, I'm not too far from my grandmother's shop, I can warm up in there."

"Great. Wait for me, I'm coming."

"Pardon?"

"Stay put Y/N, I'm coming to get you."

You thought it was a joke, or at least that you had heard him wrong. However, ten minutes after arriving at Grandma's shop, a car pulled up outside of it, with Ruben stepping out onto the street.

"Well this is awkward." You said, as the door shut behind him, the two of you reunited in the exact same place that you first met.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, Ruben. Why are you here?" He was dressed so casually, wearing sweatpants. You started following him on Instagram after your first encounter and there was not a single picture of him where he didn't look pampered up by a professional or dressed to perfection.

"Y/N." He sighed. "You told me that you were drunk, what was I supposed to do, not come?"

"Yes, you don't owe me anything."

"What does that have to do with anything? I'm here because I want to help."

"Why?"

He smiled. "I don't know? Maybe because I like you."

"If you like me, why did you fire me?"

"I...." That got him. He fell quiet.

It was hard for you to admit how much it had hurt you. Those three weeks working as a stylist for Ruben had brought you more joy than any other occupation you've ever had. You never wanted to study marketing, or become a seamstress. Those were someone else's dream, forced upon you. You weren't like Trent, you weren't destined to do anything. You had no talent, or so you thought. Being a stylist, it was different, it brought you joy.

"Hiring you in the first place was a mistake." Ruben said, hands in his pockets.

"Then why did you do it?"

He smirked. "Like I said, I like you. But I knew you would be trouble."

"Trouble?" You frowned, more than insulted. "How am I trouble, you don't even know me?"

"Well that's the problem then, don't you think?" Ruben stepped forward, closing the already small gap between you. "You're some random girl I met in some old lady's shop. I don't even know you and yet you're the only thing on my mind."

You drew a breath, stunned by his words.

Ruben shook his head, eyes looking to the floor boards. "I fired you because I couldn't stand the thought of not knowing where you are and with who. Hiring you again would mean trouble."

"For who?"

You regarded him thoughtfully. Despite what you told his assistant she was right to warn you, warn you that getting involved with someone like Ruben could only mean trouble for you. But there was no denying it, the strength of your attraction for him.

"I need you, Y/N." Ruben shuffled his steps. Brave enough to reach out and caress the sleeve of your coat. "In more ways than you know."

"Ha!" You blurred out. "Why don't you get down on your knees and beg while you're at it."

"Fine."

You let out a low shriek, seeing Ruben do exactly what you told him to do. Stepping up to you, standing really close. It aroused something within you. He crumpled to the floor, getting down on his knees, only to find himself level with your stomach.

You looked down at him. "You're crazy."

He grinned. "Crazy about you."

His hands grabbed your waist, forcing you to take a step forward towards his satisfied face. You stiffened.

"Ruben?"

His chuckle was heard beneath you. "Don't back out now, querida. Isn't this what you wanted?"

"No." You attempted to fight him off with your hands, ultimately failing as your hands got tangled up in his hair, his thick brown hair. Ruben tilted his head back, closing his eyes as your hand ran through it. "You sure?" He grinned.

Your heart was beating violently in your chest. Your breasts heaving up and down.

"Just know that I want you so bad right now." Ruben's hand slipped down from your waist, cupping your ass. "So fucking bad."

His eyes opened, staring intensely into yours, challenging you.

"What's it gonna be Y/N? I'm on my knees for you."

You crumbled. "Just shutta fuck up and finish me off."

With one tug from Ruben, your coat dropped to the floor. He then got busy with your skirt, pulling down the zipper with one defying motion.

"Fuck." You let out a gasp, loud enough to echo throughout the room. There was nowhere to go, nowhere to lay down. Ruben had you back up against a wall, panties pulled down to your ankles as he licked you clean. You pulled his hair, wanting him to stop. The pleasure was too intense, spilling you over the edge too fast.

"You don't like this?"

You looked down to see Ruben frowning like a puppy dog.

"I haven't shaved. Isn't it better if a girl is shaved?" You replied.

The look that came across his face was profound and questioning. Ruben's hands traveled down your thighs, rubbing them up and down. He leaned forward, kissing your leg before he spoke against the skin. "I want you like this." He whispered. "Any man should want you like this."

Ruben stood. Your shoulders fell back against the wall, eyes now level with his chest. He tilted down, kissing your lips, your first kiss. Your hands wrapped around his neck, fingers finding their way through his thick hair. The smacking of your lips was loud, interrupted by the occasional gasp for air. Ruben had your legs wrapped around his thighs, lifting you up like you weighed nothing. By now your trail of thought had vanished, leaving the regrets for tomorrow. Your skirt was already rolled up to your waist, with Ruben's erection pressing hard against your belly. Once he pulled down the hem of his sweatpants you were already trembling, eager to have him inside of you. He came with force, pressing into you deep. He held your body against him, fucking you against the wall, the loud pounding increasing with every thrust.

"Ruben, I'm....I'm gonna..."

"Yes, come for me Y/N. Scream my name."

It was embarrassing, how fast he made it happen. How hard your grip around his waist was. It was terrible, the noises you made, moaning and groaning against the crook of his neck.

"Ruben."

"Yes, baby. Let yourself go, come for me...." You grip around him tightened, the clenching of your walls. Ruben was right behind you, trembling with the next sloppy thrusts. You slumped down against the wall, plotting down on the floor like the heavy bodies that you were. You were still breathing heavily, with Ruben's head resting gently against your heaving chest. With hearts slowing down he lifted his head, looking at you with the hint of a smile. "I guess this means I've got you back?"

You chuckled. "I'm back, but you don't have me, Ruben."

He frowned. "What do you mean?"

"I'll never be yours. If I'm gonna work for you this can never happen again."

#fanfiction #football imagine #ruben dias #man city #manchester city #footballer imagine #footballer x reader #ruben dias x reader #football angst #ruben dias imagine #trent alexander arnold x reader #trent alexander imagines #trent alexander arnold

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lpsotd · 5 months

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hopefully this isn't too weird to say but - i read the tags on your last post, and you said you were on your last year of childhood – don't worry about that!

im currently 25 and im starting to collect lps again, and ill tell you, even though there's more responsibilities, you still get to be a kid! no one ever truly grows up! my 67 year old grandma keeps one of her ragdolls from when she was a kid and always sews it new dresses. one of her favorite hobbies is watching anime with me! my 46 year old mother loves tv too, but one of the things she's crazy about is boardgames! we have a big collection and we all always play together. (she's got crazy competitive spirit btw. i never win). my 28 year old sister goes out with her friends just to wander around town and eat fast food like she did back when she was a teenager. you're never too old to have fun :) you just gotta let yourself have it. <3

thank you for this !! tbh it's kinda hard to let myself be a teenager when i seemingly have so much to do kgjdnbkjgb, and it doesn't help that i have less-than-supportive around me (not friends. i mean family) who are quick to belittle me or dismiss the things i'm interested in. i just can't stop thinking about the time my aunt saw my lps collection and started laughing, it hurt a lot especially since she's (usually) the more understanding one, and it may have been a "woah??" kind of surprised laugh instead of a "i'm making fun of you" laugh, but it felt that way kjgsnbkjgsfbn

i did have friends who actively made fun of me for what i was into (i no longer associate with them, so phew), and they're one of the main reasons i'm always so hesitant to share and infodump about the stuff i like kjgnbkjdbnkdfgjb

i feel like kids shouldn't be pressured to grow up fast. like, once you reach a certain age, you shouldn't have to stop playing with dolls or watching cartoons. you can stop doing those things when you aren't interested in them anymore, not when people tell you that you should stop, because they don't know anything.

in february i'm gonna be 18 and it's a tough concept for me to grab. i've always been told that i am ""mature for my age"" (i am not, by the way.), and i think that also kinda warped my perception of myself, because i've always felt like i Had to act a certain way, or else people are gonna see me as childish instead of this serious and mature person, but i was only like, what, 14, 15 ?? i should not have felt that way !! i should've been doing what young teenagers usually do, not feeling the need to impress middle aged adults.

it's only now that i feel like i have a sense of self because i'm trying to distance myself from certain people (ahem. family) who made me feel that way, and i'm trying to embrace who i really am: i am not mature or serious at all. i'm 17 years old who enjoys toys, cartoons, coloring, and playing video games with my friends. but i'm also ready to embrace my up and coming adulthood, and i'm serious when i need to be. i'm me and i think that's good enough.

very sorry i went on a bit of a mini tangent there. your ask made me very happy, so thank you !!

#🍭.asks #rant #heehee hoohoo how did that happen

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ladyzamos · 1 year

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At some point when little Willy Murderface was in elementary school, friendship bracelets made of embroidery floss became really popular. It started with just the girls, but the hype was so big that even the boys got into the fad, of course only using ‘masculine’ colors and not putting on any ‘girly’ beads or charms. It seemed like everybody in his class was making and swapping bracelets all day and some kids had dozens on each wrist. He really wanted to do it, too, to be like the other kids and show them that he was cool just like they were. The problem was that he didn’t know how to braid anything, and he didn’t have any friends to teach him. He couldn’t ask his grandmother; that would be too embarrassing and she probably wouldn’t help anyways. So Willy would stare at the girls who made the best bracelets at recess while they braided, trying to understand the mechanics of what they were doing (and effectively creeping them out).

Over a weekend, he found some string and practiced and practiced for hours until he finally figured out how to make a braid, or something close enough. Then he raided his grandmother’s dusty sewing kit for thread. He painstakingly made a bracelet for everyone in his class, even trying to use their favorite colors if he knew what they were.

On Monday he took all the bracelets he’d made to school with him in a paper sack. All morning he felt sick and nervous, but when recess came around, he stayed behind and put a friendship bracelet on each of the other kids’ desks. When the class went back inside, the others were all surprised and started trying to figure out who’d done it.

It didn’t take long to puzzle out that it was Willy since he’d been weird all day and was the only one late to recess.

At lunch one of the most popular kids in class was bold enough to walk right up to him while he was eating his tuna sandwich, drop the gift on the table and tell him that they didn’t want a friendship bracelet from him and he hadn’t done a very good job, anyway. It started a wave of returns. A few people gave the bracelet he’d made for them back, a lot just shoved them into his desk, but he saw a few in the trash can. The other kids laughed at him and made comments about how ugly his bracelets were.

He was so hurt and humiliated that he begged his grandma not to send him to school the next day, even told her that he was sick, but she made him go anyways.

So, I was having a bad hair day, which got me thinking about hair textures and wave patterns. This made me think about my mtlOC, Emie. I always depict her with wavy hair. I got to wondering if it just grows like that. I decided that, yes, she has naturally wavy hair, but that she likes to put her hair in a braid at night just to make it easier to style in the mornings and to help her hair not get crushed flat while she sleeps.That made me think about Murderface. Murderface has that gruff exterior, but we all know he’s clingy underneath. He’d definitely hang around her while she gets ready for bed, watching her braid her hair. I like to imagine that they do a lot of physical care for eath other, lots of intimacy in non-sexual ways. I wondered if he’d ever try to help. This thought got in my head that wouldn’t go away and made me sad so I decided to share the misery. Sorry this isn’t really written in a creative way. If anybody wants to roll with it and take it somewhere, please feel free.

#william murderface #rough #dethklok #metalocalypse #story #little willy was just trying to be included but he made himself a target for ridicule #feels bad man #bullying #exclusion

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dandyshucks · 2 months

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okay okay here we go - very messy off-the-cuff oc intro under the cut with some design sketches + doodles (IT'S KIND OF LONG):

random other doodle (another system member's self portrait i think? idk djfkdl) for the last pic there sorry fhdksl it was just a handy photo i had on hand that had almost the same dimensions for tumblrs cropping shenanigans (also that one emoji is there in the first pic bc i couldn't get that eye to cooperate fjkdkl)

anyhowdy uhhmm heres Theodor and Philby... Theodor uses he/she and Philby uses they/it and I'm literally just now realizing that they cover the main four bases wtf ... that was not intentional but it is funky and fun !! Theodor has a few nicknames like Teddy, Dory, Theo, etc, while Philby is is just Philby (their full name is Philbert but only their parents call them that LOL)

Theodor has a port wine stain birthmark on his left cheek ! and Philby potentially has rosacea but I'm still looking into that to make sure I'm not pulling any shitty moves if I'm going to have that be a part of their character. they (Philby) use mobility aids occasionally, generally just a cane, sometimes crutches, but they also have a wheelchair on hand for more difficult days.

Teddy is an interesting mix of very patient and loving while also sometimes cocky and impulsive, so he sometimes say things that are unintentionally hurtful or offensive (but is learning to apologize swiftly to help mend his mistakes). to people who don't know him well, he might come across as arrogant occasionally. he enjoys designing clothing items that Philby will often sew up for him, as well as experimenting with different coloured art mediums (pastels, paint, chalk, etc) and makeup (he is absolutely a skincare girlie fjfkdl). he comes from a family that's well-off (definitely upper class but not necessarily wealthy) so he's used to having money to throw around and doesn't quite fully grasp what it's like to be poor or working (or even middle) class, so there's some butting of heads there.

Philby comes from a working class family, not poor but definitely lower class lol. they have a fair amount of pride and can be kind of prickly, but they're extremely thoughtful and can be very kind and patient when they want to be. they're very practical and well-organized, and is integral to keeping things running smoothly in the household. they're very skilled with sewing and they also happen to be a good cartoonist! it takes a bit for them to warm up to new people, but they're usually just neutral and maybe a bit blunt with people they don't know well. if they dislike a person, they tend to have an attitude of "i don't want to waste any of my time on this person" and avoids the person rather than taking the time and energy to decide if they want to be pointedly rude or remain polite.

both of them are really good with kids in their own way! Philby likes being fun and clownish while Teddy prefers to be more of a comforting ... well... teddy bear sort of presence LOL. both of them are super patient w kids though, and they love to spend time helping out with kids when someone needs a babysitter! (why yes this is almost entirely just an excuse for me to think abt how they'd be so good with the kiddos in our system LMAO) if they ever ran a daycare or preschool together they'd be absolutely phenomenal at it, especially since they make up for what the other lacks in their approaches to interacting with children.

Theo prefers kitschy grandma-type aesthetics in both clothing and decor, while Philby enjoys a lot of bright colours and fun patterns that would fit more into "c.lowncore" and "k.idcore" aesthetics (with some occasional punk influences). Theo enjoys a lot of clothing that is maybe considered more feminine, while Philby just wears whatever is comfortable and brightly coloured, occasionally with some blacks to make the colours pop more!

they have a really interesting contrasting dynamic, Theo being a "gentle giant" while also being somewhat impulsive and more prone to hurting people accidentally with his words, and Philby being smaller in stature and more prickly but also much more thoughtful and careful with their words and actions.

also bonus funny thing: Theodor had a trad g.oth phase as a teen in highschool that lasted a couple years hehe

#me thinking i didnt have very much to say abt them yet and then ... this post comes into existence fjfkfjkl #tag later #i need to come up w tags for them dhjfld #dandy.cmd

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fixfoxnox · 1 year

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please please please PLEASE tell us more about Jackson!! Since he's close to his grandma, did he pick up knitting from her? They sound like they hung out together a lot.

ILY GUYS SO MUCH FOR ASKING ABOUT JACKSON

Paul Jackson HC's Because He:

Absolutely picked up knitting from his grandma!!

He used to hold the yarn for her while they would sit on the porch together. She let him talk to her about his old like while she was knitting

Eventually he asked to learn and she started teaching him

He's, admittedly, not that great at it, but he can make a mean ass pair of gloves

She also taught him embroidery/sewing which he picked up a lot better

I like to imagine that when he and Roach were on their squad together, someone would rip something or get a tear in their clothes and they would immediately bring it to Jackson for fixing

He'd do this big huffing and puffing thing about it and make them give him their desert at dinner for payment, but secretly he liked having something to do with his hands

Roach is the only person to ever call him out on it

Struggles with sudden/loud noises because of the nuke from his first life. Usually has headphones in or earplugs in to help with the noises

Absolutely had a Barrack Bunny phase in his first life. He'd slept with nearly everyone on his squad at one point or another

Didn't in his new life, primarily because the only team member he thought was hot when he first joined was Griggs and, unfortunately, he knew the man was straight

Had his sights on Roach the moment he was put on the team. Like literally was introduced to him and went "Friend shaped :)" and that was that

Notorious for fucking up homophobic members of the squads during training

Like genuinely got to a point where Griggs was literally vetting people coming onto the squad because if he didn't and they said one thing off Jackson would be sending them on leave with an "accidental" broken arm or nose

Never got in trouble for it because none of the other members of the squad were gonna say shit when he was doing it for a good reason

Freaks out anytime he hears Roach call him Paul because, even though its his name, he's gotten so used to just being called Jackson by the man

Jokingly gave Roach his nickname, only meant it as a one time joke when he said it, but he saw the way that Roach's face lit up at the nickname so he kept using it

Terrified of bugs/worms, Roach knows this and used to pick up worms to show him

Anytime there was a bug in the barracks Jackson was on his bed yelling for Roach to get the thing

"ROACH ROACH GET IT OH MY GOD. Thank fu-DONT BRING IT OVER HERE! NO!"

Literally forgets that he was in the military half of the time, especially now that he's back home

"Yeah this guy was talking about how he was military and about how he used to get sent on solo missions. It didn't sound right to me, but what do I know"

"Jackson...literally of course it didn't sound right you were in the military dipshit that shit would never happen"

"Oh yeah, I was wasn't I"

Sleeper Build. Man looks kinda skinny and lanky, but could probably bench press Ghost.

Used to use it to his advantage and literally sling Roach over his shoulder as a joke.

"Well man, I gotta get to training"

"You gonna bring Sanderson with you"

"Naturally"

*literally picks him up and slings him over his shoulder to carry him to training.*

Roach struggled the first few times but eventually just accepted it

He owns his own small gym and works as a personal trainer there now that he isn't in the military. It caters to new people in the gym specifically (but allows anyone in)

His gym has a large population of moms because they all come to some of the classes that he offers cause they think he's hot

He has no idea thats why, he just thinks he's a good teacher

I'm gonna stop for now, but you guys will be getting more Jackson later because HE

#paul jackson #gary roach sanderson #cod #cod mw #thoughts with luke #you asked luke #something in the orange

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veronicaleighauthor · 19 days

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The Great Depression

It’s odd to admit that The Great Depression fascinates me, especially since it was a dark period in American history. But it does fascinate me, enough so that I’ve written several short stories and a couple novels (unpublished) based in the era. How people lived, what they ate, how they entertained themselves – most of all how they survived that period – it intrigues me.

Following WWI, during the Roaring Twenties the economy and America thrived. The present and future appeared bright. A few economists predicted that the good times couldn’t last forever, but the world paid little attention. Throughout 1929, there were signs of a slowing economy, and then on October 24th – what is now known as Black Thursday – the stock market crashed. In the following weeks, it was confirmed that the perpetual party of the 1920’s was over and that a new, bleak era was being ushered in.

For the next decade, America and the rest of the world endured the Great Depression. Images of bank closures and people lined up for soup kitchen often crop up in the history books and on the internet. As well as the famous photograph of the careworn mother and her children. My four grandparents lived through the Great Depression and that part of their lives affected their experiences and behavior. Even late in life, they couldn’t shake off those memories. Growing up, I heard countless stories of those days. My grandmother, Margaret, was very candid about the past. She would have just turned twelve when the stock market crashed and she would have been sixteen in 1933, which was considered one of the worst years during the Depression. Her memories were vivid, painting a picture that the history books couldn’t. She was the third of six children – her eldest brother died as a baby – her father was a boiler maker and her mother a housewife. They were a loving Christian family, which is what I believe brought them through the hardest of times. Grandma and her family never went hungry, however, there were many times they didn’t know they’d make ends meet. Yet somehow, they always did.

Hobos would show up on their back porch. A picture of a cat had been drawn on their fence, signaling to other hobos that a kind lady lived there. And my great-grandmother, Edith, was kind, feeding whoever was hungry. If great-grandpa, Charles was present, the visitor would be welcomed in the kitchen to eat and for a nice conversation. Charles always had a job, unfortunately he didn’t always have work and was often sent home. By 1933, his health began to fail and two weeks before Margaret’s sixteenth birthday, he died. Extended family planned to help, by splitting up the family. So-and-So would take Margaret, So-and-So would take Bettie, So-and-So would take Russel…but Edith was adamant: “We may starve together, but we will stay together.” For the remainder of the 1930s, they banded together to survive.

The weather seemed to turn against the country as well. Dust storms struck all over America, costing lives and ruining livelihoods. It soon became known as the Dust Bowl. Lightening accompanied the storms, and folks would hang chains off the bumpers of their cars to prevent them from being stuck. If caught in a dust storm, one would have to cover their face with a cloth and walk backwards against the gusts. Houses had to be shut up tight, windows closed and key holes plugged to prevent the dust from seeping in. But old houses had their crevices and dust would get in somehow. Decades later, Margaret and others who lived through the Dust Bowl, out of habit would place cups and bowls upside down in the cabinets because that is what they did to prevent dust from collecting on their dishes.

Clothing was rarely store bought. Dresses were made from stylishly printed feed sacks, using patterns, and sewn by hand, or by sewing machine. Sweaters and cardigans were knitted or crocheted. Shoes were worn at work and school, but at home if the weather was seasonable, they went barefoot to preserve their shoes. Clothing was patched and mended and passed from one sibling down to another, then onto another family. Like many of that era, Margaret left high school early to work. She was first a maid, then she worked in a number of factories. Her earnings of $4 a week went to the household. Later during WWII, when she earned $16, she was allowed to keep $4 for herself, and felt she was rich.

Franklin Delano Roosevelt was elected president and was eventually voted into office three more terms, holding the position until his death in 1945. After Herbert Hoover, who was oblivious to the suffering of the American people, many trusted Roosevelt would lead the nation through the dark times. His New Deal, his relief programs, his steadiness, his fireside chats were a beacon of hope. His assurances that they had “nothing to fear but fear itself” spoke volumes. Despite his attempts to alleviate the financial woes and troubles of the 1930s, the US didn’t rise out of the Great Depression until the onslaught of WWII.

Years later, Grandma told me that her life had been a hard one, but it had been good and satisfying. I believe many of that era would say as much. I don’t know if it is the Great Depression that is my favorite era, or if it’s the people who lived during that time. They possessed an indomitable spirit. After the Great Depression, they endured WWII and more or less saved the world. That generation proved to us that whatever trials we may face today, this too shall pass.

#the great depression #the dust bowl #wwii #1930s #american history #family history #family stories

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oldschoolstylez · 2 years

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Dancing in the Dark

Baby John x reader.

Content warning: blood

Word count: 1.5k

Summary: Valentina’s granddaughter and Baby John have been keeping a secret from the Jets and the Sharks: they’re dating.

Note: This is my first x reader ever, so if anyone has any constructive criticism I’d love to hear it.

Early in the evening you sit at your desk, scribbling in a notebook as your mind wanders to the dance later that night. You had picked out your dress days ago and then your grandma disapproved of it, so you picked another one along with a pair of small heels. You'd made a plan to rob your grandmother's jewelry box later to find accessories.

To be completely honest, your life wasn't very exciting. You work at Doc's DrugStore every weekend and after school to assist your grandma. You didn't get paid for it, but you are happy to help out. She had been taking care of you since you were little. Your father works two jobs to provide for you. Your mother passed away when you were 3 from pneumonia. Valentina raised you to be the person you are now.

A dance was something you thought would change everything. It was an escape from the bland routine you repeated every single day without end. It would be a night full of dancing and music to clear your mind. Even though you don't have an official date, it still excites you a lot.

Something hitting its head on the window and falling onto the floor snapped you out of your daydream. You turn around in your chair to see the boy better known as Baby John getting up with his hands stained orange and blood dripping from his ear. His disheveled appearance raised a number of questions you wouldn't even bother asking.

"What the hell happened to you?!" you question, standing up and walking over to him. You place your hand on his cheek and turn his head to the side to get a good look at the wound.

"It was a nail. It's not that bad." Baby John tries to assure you. He places his hand over yours and lowers it away from his face.

"Stay here." you tell him before walking to the bathroom. You run a clean towel under the tap and return to your room. You press the towel against his ear, attempting to clean the wound. Your grasp on the towel softens when most of the blood and dirt comes off. Your eyes trail from his ear to his eyes. Those beautiful brown eyes that you swore you could get lost in. Despite his affiliation with the Jets, they still held innocence, something you don't want him to lose.

You worry a lot for him. It had been a few weeks since you started seeing each other, but he had become one of the best things in your life. whenever he had to sneak through your window or you would meet in secret, you got a rush of adrenaline. If either the Jets or the Sharks would find out about you, you'd both be disemboweled, In a way, that made the moments you shared even more special.

You know Baby John isn't a bad person, just someone who found the wrong crowd. The jets had been coming into your grandparents store as long as you could remember. It was one of the few things left that wasn't being torn down. You grew up around them. You know all of them by name and which ones hang around the store more often than the others.

At some point, Baby John started coming in by himself to talk to you. One thing led to another and here you are.

You two sat down on your bed and you put a bandaid on his ear. "Are you excited for the dance tonight?" you ask him.

"Yeah," he nods. His hand reaches out to take yours, not really caring if he gets paint on you. "I just wish we could dance together."

"Me too." you sigh. "I picked out a really nice dress too."

"Can I see?" Baby John asks eagerly, the smile you love so much prominent on his face. How could you possibly resist?

You get up to open your closet. Your fingers glide over the delicate fabric of the dress, admiring the work Anita had done to shorten the dress a little so it was more comfortable. She is truly a witch with a sewing machine. It's perfect.

You look over your shoulder to see your boyfriend watching you full of suspension. "Turn around." you tell him.

"Right." he nods, turning to face your window and give you your privacy.

You pull your blouse over your head, step out of your skirt and put on the dress. With your back faced to your mirror, you zip up the dress. You turn back to face the mirror and fix your hair. Satisfied with your appearance, you turn around to face your boyfriend. Even when partially covered in paint and dirt, he still managed to look cute.

"You can turn around." you tell Baby John, your hands resting on the waistline of your dress to appear confident.

When his eyes meet yours they light up. His pupils dilate and his lips form into a smile full of admiration that makes your face turn bright red. His lips were slightly parted as if he was trying to find the right words, but remained speechless.

"It's not the entire thing yet. It really comes together with the heels and the jewelry." you promise, rolling the purple fabric of the dress between your thumb and index finger.

"It's perfect." Baby John finally manages to speak. "It's just, uh, you look like a princess."

You didn't think it was possible, but your smile grew even bigger. Baby John offers his hand, which you gladly take, and twirls you around, the skirt of your dress flaring out as you spin.

"It's gonna be hard to stay away from you tonight." Baby John admits.

"Well, you're gonna have to try your best then." you tease with a grin. You lean forward to place a kiss on his cheek. "Abuela wants to see me before the dance, I should get ready."

Baby John nods. "Guess I'll see you later then." he returned to your window, exiting the same way he came to avoid anyone seeing him leave your apartment.

You grab his hand just when he had both his legs out the window, stopping him for one last kiss goodbye. You place your other hand on his face, pulling him in until your lips finally meet. His hands trailed along your waist, being careful not to ruin or wrinkle your dress. He was always gentle with you, seemingly afraid to hurt you in any way. Heat was rising to your face at a rapid pace and you couldn't help but wonder if his heart was beating as fast as yours.

Your lips part, allowing both of you to get some air. You pull back slightly, your hand lingering on his cheek for just a second. "I'll see you later." you smile.

Baby John nods, fully removing himself from your window. "Not if I see you first." he teases, disappearing down the fire escape.

You close your window, allowing yourself to take a deep breath. The one thing you had feared about yourself was just confirmed, you are head over heels for a Jet boy.

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You push open the door to Doc's drug store to find it empty. All the lights are still on, but neither Tony or your grandmother were anywhere in sight. You take off your coat, hanging it over the back of a chair.

Ever since your grandma hired Tony they'd become thick as thieves. She always saw the good in people. So when Tony got out of prison, she insisted on giving him a second chance. Tony had quickly become a friend to both you and her. He's an entirely different person compared to who he used to be. You only hope the rest of the Jets somehow see the same light he did before they end up in prison.

You approach the basement, trying to spot someone. "Abuela, you down there?"

Valentina emerges from the shadows, placing a hand on her heart when she sees you. "Mija," she sighs, walking up the stairs to embrace her granddaughter. "You look just like your mami the first time she came over for dinner." she said lovingly, tears threatening to spill out of her eyes.

"Please don't cry. You know if you start crying, then I'll start crying." you sniffle, wiping away the tears building up.

Valentina hands you a tissue. "I asked Bernardo and Anita to escort you to the dance."

You groaned. "I don't need protection." you protest, taking the tissue and drying your lower eyelids.

"Yes, you do." Your grandma insists. "It's dangerous at night."

You roll your eyes despite knowing she has a point. Police sirens could be heard all through the night. Your dad kept telling you to stay in after dark. Usually you listened, but tonight was the dance so you couldn't care less.

Before you get the chance to argue back, the door swings open. Bernardo stands in the doorpost, Maria, Anita and Chino just behind him. "Why so somber, who died?" he jokes

"My mother, vamos!" you cheer. No time to dwell on the past, it's time to dance.

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ourloveisforthelovely · 3 years

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This or That. Part 8

Harry Potter Marauders Era

Link to Part 7

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader. Sirius Black x Reader

Rating M: Sensitive Themes

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Once Sirius was out of the room you were kneeling in front of Regulus and gently began to unbutton his dress shirt.

“This is kind of a bad time to be wanting to get me naked.”

Regulus said with a pain-filled smirk. You had to fight the smirk that was threatening to take over your face. That sounded like such a Sirius-like comment.

“I need to see how badly she hurt you.”

Regulus winced as he leaned back enough for you to finish unbuttoning his shirt. As gently as possible, you eased the black dress shirt that he was wearing off. The moment that you saw the huge gash on his left arm it took all that you had not to cry.

“What happened?”

You finally were able to ask. Regulus shrugged.

“I’ll tell you later.”

Before you could protest, your mother and father came into the room. Both stopped at the sight of a half-naked boy sitting on the sofa. Your father turned to Sirius.

“This is your brother?”

Sirius nodded,

“And what’s left of his arm.”

Lyall Lupin nodded before turning to his wife.

“Hope, darling, go get some bandages, please. I have a feeling that we will be needing them.”

Your mother nodded before motioning you to come with her. Your attention flickered to Regulus. He gave you a nod.

“I’ll be fine.”

When you left the room with your mother, Lyall took the place that you had been sitting in so he could get a better look at the injuries the boy had sustained.

“Does your family run an underground fight club?”

Regulus smirked.

“It might look that way but no.”

Lyall chuckled. He had seen enough injuries that Sirius had received when he would sneak to the Lupin family home to be with Remus.

“I’ll be able to get you fixed up momentarily. So you’re the boyfriend? I have heard your name leave my daughter’s lips at least a thousand times since she’s come home.”

Normally this kind of conversation would strike fear in the hearts of most teenage boys but to Lyall, the boy in front of him was eerily calm. He wondered if Regulus was expecting another beating for agreeing to be your boyfriend.

“You can relax, son. We aren’t going to hurt you. You have been through that enough. I have one request to make of you when it comes to my Y/n.”

Regulus nodded. He decided not to reply as he had a feeling that he knew where this was going.

“Yes, sir?”

He questioned softly. Lyall took out his wanted and quietly uttered a healing spell to sew up the exposed flesh and muscle on Regulus’ arm.

“Y/n has been through a lot in her life. She has had to deal with things that no child should. Her mother and I have always had to keep a closer watch on Remus. I think you know why too. Sometimes Y/n fell through the cracks. I’m fine with you being with her but I don’t want her harmed. She doesn’t deserve to have a broken heart when she’s had to deal with those enough in her short life.”

Regulus swallowed back a groan as his arm healed a little quicker than he was prepared for. He shouldn’t have been surprised either. Lyall Lupin was probably a master of healing wounds since he had a son that was a werewolf. The man probably spent the days after the full moon patching his eldest son up.

“I would never hurt her intentionally. Mr. Lupin, I love you daughter.”

Lyall nodded.

“Well, since we have an understanding of Y/n I suppose you’ll see my point when I say that I can’t let you go back to your family. If you get hurt worse, my daughter will never forgive me for allowing you to go back to a viper's nest.”

Regulus was a bit surprised by your father’s proposition. Lyall and Hope Lupin were stretched thin with two children to take care of. How were they going to care for a third? There was no way. Regulus knew that your family was on the poorer end of things. Caring for a third teenager seemed a bit crazy.

Sirius’ voice pulled Regulus from his thoughts of being a major inconvenience.

“Reg, I wrote uncle Alphard. He is going to be dropping by tomorrow morning.”

That answered Regulus’ next question. He knew that Alphard Black had been financially caring for Sirius since his brother left home and had low key offered Regulus the same support should he ever decide to leave “the crazy.”

(meanwhile)

You stood beside your mother as she went through her stash of first aid supplies. Her kind eyes were taking in what bandages would do and what wouldn’t do.

“Mum, you can tell me what you are wanting to say.”

You said softly. Hope looked up at you with a soft smile. She hadn’t stopped feeling “happy” since she saw the way that you were looking at Regulus. In the beginning, when you wrote and told her that you were dating Sirius, she was nervous. While Hope adored Sirius, she couldn’t help but wonder if his younger brother was as reckless and “wild.” Hope had been worried the moment that Remus brought Sirius home but things were different for her son. Remus would be able to handle whatever Sirius threw his way (and he did). Things were different for you, however. Maybe it was a bit of a double standard or slightly sexist but you were her only daughter.

“He is cute.”

You grinned.

“Cute? He’s perfect in every possible way.”

Your mother smiled. She had never heard you talk this way about any boy before. You didn’t even seem to be phased by them. Maybe it was having Sirius, James, Remus, and Peter for friends?

“You’re really happy aren’t you, darling?”

You nodded. Despite all of the bad things that had happened in your relationship with Regulus; you were very happy. You weren’t thrilled that he turned up injured at his parent’s hand but now you wouldn’t have to let him go anytime soon. There would be no way that your father, being the good man, that he was would ever let Regulus return to his parents.

“I am.”

Hope put the bandage that she was holding down.

“Are you being safe?”

Your face immediately went scarlet.

“Oh, mum!”

You whined. The last thing that you wanted to do was discuss your sex life with your mother but this talk was bound to happen.

“Y/n, things are different with you than your brother. I don’t have to worry about him and Sirius. You are different. I don’t want you to be a mother as a teenager. I don’t think Regulus would want that responsibility either.”

You put a hand over your face.

“Mum, I know plenty of contraceptive charms.”

Hope turned with her warm motherly smile.

“I would like it if you would consider taking some other forms of birth control too.”

“You mean the muggle stuff?”

Your mother nodded. She wanted to giggle at the expression of sheer dread on your face. The two of you had never had this clear of a discussion on sex before. Now that the two of you were, Hope could see that she should have had this conversation sooner.

“I’m not going to tell you to stop having sex with the boy. That will be counterproductive because you are going to do what you are going to do. If I know one thing about my daughter, telling you not to do something is the encouragement that you will need to go and do whatever the task is.”

You smiled. Hope was right on that one. If your parents didn’t want you to do something, telling you not to do it was all of the fuel that you needed.

“Mum, I’ll take it! If it makes you feel better, I will gladly take it. Besides, you’re right. I don’t need a baby right now. There’s a lot that I want to do. Getting out of school before I take that step is a big one. I’m sure that you want to be a grandma but not tomorrow.”

Hope reached out and tucked your messy sandy curls behind your ear.

“My sweet wild girl.”

She leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead before placing the bandages in your hands.

“Go patch him up. I think by now you know how to patch people up well.”

You smiled and quickly went back to the room where Regulus sat with your father. His stormy eyes rolled up as soon as you walked back into the room. Your father stood up from his place on the floor.

“I was wondering if the two of you had gotten lost.”

You had to resist the urge to tell your father that you were getting the birth control talk. Lyall Lupin may have been cool in a lot of ways but he wasn’t that cool. He would probably faint at the idea of you no longer being a virgin. Maybe it would be a good idea to tell him so he would come out from under the rock that he was living under?

“Sorry...mum was talking to me about…”

Your father held his hand up shaking his head.

“I don’t want to know. Have a nice night kids.”

Lyall backed out of the room to go back to the book that he was reading. Remus, who had come into the room, was looking as grossed out as his father when you sat back down beside Regulus.

“Merlin, Y/n just scar our poor parents.”

Remus muttered. Sirius chuckled.

“I think they get the idea that you two know what sex is. If they don’t...well Regulus and I need to do our jobs better.”

“Can we not talk about this right now?”

Regulus questioned as you gently lifted his arm to wrap the bandage around his healing skin. Sirius elbowed Remus in the side.

“Let's go back to the party. Prongs will probably be wondering where we have made off to. I think Regulus and Y/n won’t be joining us.”

Remus nodded and looked back at you with a smile. You were gently wrapping Regulus’ arm as you had his multiple times. If you didn't become a healer in the future then you would truly miss your calling.

“Yeah, they are busy.”

Remus said before following Sirius out of the room.

Once the door closed, you finally met Regulus’ gaze. He didn’t have to tell you that he was still in pain. His eyes told you everything that you needed to know. It wasn’t physical pain but mental pain.

“Did she hurt you anywhere else?”

Regulus shook his head as you reached down to help him up.

“Come on, we’ll go to my room. It will be quieter there. “

Stepping into your room, Regulus couldn’t help but smile. This room screamed “Y/n.” Everything seemed to radiate your sweet scent. Pictures lined the wall opposite of a cozy looking window seat. You quickly tugged back the quilt that your mother had made you years ago. Slightly blushing at the realization that your boyfriend was looking at your “pony quilt” was a tad embarrassing.

“I like it.”

Regulus said, softly. You blushed harder.

“You like pony quilts.”

Regulus chuckled.

“Well, it's not really my style but it's all you. That’s why I like it. Everything here is all you and I like it. It's all comforting.”

You smiled before pushing a strand of hair away from your face before taking his hand in yours. The realization that his family ring was gone struck you as surprising. Even with all that his family put him through, this was an indicator that Regulus really had “enough.”

“Tell me what happened. I need to know, Reggie.”

Regulus’ peaceful smile faded and his “Black family scowl” took over.

“I told my mum and dad about us. I told them that I would not give you up no matter what they or any other member of our family had to say about it. My mother had a tantrum. Apparently, she has been diligently working to find a suitable wife for me. She was on the floor screaming like a spoiled toddler because I was marrying a half-blood. She said some crap about Remus and I told her to shut up. After that, my father decided to use the cruciatus curse on me a couple of times while mum beat the crap out of me.”

Your hand had covered your mouth as Regulus quickly took your hand in his.

“Being with you is worth it though. You’re the only one that gets me, Y/n. You don’t care about the depression or the cutting. I know that you don’t like it…”

You shook your head. No, you didn’t like it. In fact, knowing that he was causing himself that much pain made your heart physically hurt. The most that you assumed that you would be able to do was be there for him when he needed you (which you would do with no complaints). If you could help Regulus enough to stop the cutting, you would do anything that he asked of you.

“I don’t like knowing that you are in that much pain that is the only outlet but I know that you are trying to stop too.”

Regulus was silent as he rubbed his thumb over your palm. He wouldn't tell you that he wanted nothing more than to find something sharp to dig into his arm. His brain had gone into overload with everything that had happened that day and he didn’t know how to deal with it all.

Another thing that Regulus wasn’t ready to tell you was the fact that Evan was pressuring him to join the death eaters. At the moment, Regulus had no plans of saying yes. He knew if he said yes to that it would mean losing you. You wouldn't support him with that dark mark on his arm.

Regulus and Evan had words the night before over you too. Evan had told Regulus that he needed to cut ties with you.

“A Slytherin dating a Gryffindor is laughable. That girl is wasting your time. You need to say yes to whatever girl that your mother finds for you. She will find someone who is worthy of you.”

It had taken all Regulus had not to punch Evan in the face. He politely told Evan that he was wrong about you and that there was nothing that his former best friend could say to sway him. It was Barty Crouch Jr who actually saved that day. Barty had followed Regulus after he stormed out of the room and offered his compliments on you.

“Y/n is a nice girl. I don’t care much that she is a Gryffindor either but I like Y/n enough to overlook that detail.”

“You know that I love you.”

You said, gently. Regulus nodded.

“I know. I love you too. I really do. Hey look at that, I was wrong about something. Love is actually a real emotion. Look at you, you perfect half-blood angel, you proved me wrong. That’s a feat in itself.”

You smiled at the comment before gently climbing on Regulus’ lap. Taking extra care not to hit his sore arm, you wrapped your arm around his waist and snuggled your face against his.

“I’m glad that I proved you wrong on that one.”

You said with a smile.

“Me too.”

Regulus replied softly before pulling you into a soft kiss. Wrapping your other arm around his neck, you were desperate to deepen the kiss. Having not kissed him properly since the night before the Christmas holidays, you wanted to take whatever chance that you could.

“We don’t have to say goodbye anymore.”

Regulus said in a soft whisper. His grey-blue eyes fluttered open and met yours.

“Your father said I can stay here if I wanted. Sirius is in touch with my uncle who is supporting him. He’s apparently going to be dropping by tomorrow sometime. We don’t have to worry about my stupid parents. We can be happy.”

You didn’t have the heart to tell Regulus that the two of you would still have to say goodbye at school. Maybe that would be healthy though? The two of you would need to have some time apart. You also didn’t see Evan Rosier being too thrilled to have you tagging along with his group. Something would never change.

“Yes, we can be very happy.”

Regulus gently laid the both of you back. You waited all of two seconds before snuggling back to his side. Both of you lay in silence until you felt Regulus’ even breathing let you know that he had fallen asleep. You sat up enough to press another kiss to his cheek before snuggling back down against his side.

You weren't sure how the meeting with Alphard would go the next morning. Part of you was worried that he would be like the rest of the Black family. So far their reputation wasn’t so great in your eyes. You tried to push the worries from your mind as you drifted off to sleep.

“We’ll be happy.”

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poisonepel · 4 years

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School Uniform Story Notes ✨ (1/2)

this is for the people like me who can never remember which story a certain scene you’re trying to find came from 💢 and for anyone else who just wants to know what happened 😭😭

Part 1: Heartslabyul, Savanaclaw, Octavinelle, Scarabia Part 2: Pomefiore, Ignihyde, Diasomnia (coming soon!)

Riddle 🌹 There’s No Drawback to Not Knowing

Ace and Cater discuss which phone cases are in style right now; Riddle doesn’t know anything about the latest trends but he’s fine with that because it makes no difference to him. When Ace tries to explain them, Riddle repeats that it’s not important and snaps at them to go somewhere else. Once they leave, he mutters to himself that he’ll look into them later.

They mention that a paper talking about new discoveries in the history of the Land of Hot Sands was published (which affected everyone’s history tests) 👀 I wonder if that involved Jafar at all

Riddle doesn’t check the results of his exams because he knows he always gets 100%

Cater’s phone case is considered trendy right now lmaoo

Ace mentions wanting a phone case design featuring creatures with “fuzzy heads and legs growing out of their eyes” (the momeraths??)

Ace ♥ Such an Honest Freshman

Ace helps Trey carry back groceries from the store, under the guise of wanting a piece of pie with lots of cherries on it in return. Trey suspects that he wants more than just some cherry pie—Ace ends up spilling that he wanted Trey to tell him which topics would be covered on their history tests.

Ace’s brother is 7 years older than him, and used to take him lots of places together 🥺

Trey usually reads or does homework to pass time at the dorm; he didn’t slack off even as a freshman because he knew Riddle would be coming the year after and he didn’t want Riddle to be angry with his grades 😂

Trey used to make sweets for his little siblings when they pestered him for them!! And he’s been helping around his family’s bakery since he was little

Deuce ♠ One With the Wind

Ace can’t decide which club he wants to join since they all sound tempting. Deuce mentions he joined track and field because there was no Magical Wheel club, which gets him started on a tangent about how much he loves those motorcycles and how he can’t believe Ace has never even touched one.

Deuce tried to open a Magical Wheel Lovers Club but Crowley rejected it

When he was little, Deuce used to get Magical Wheel magazines and admire all the models 😂😂

Magical Wheels are fueled by the drivers’ magic power 👀

Deuce loves the high-speed feeling of “becoming one with the wind” (ie. going really fast on a motorcycle, also sprinting and things for track and field)

Cater ♦ The Portrait of Rosalia

Cater tries to get Kalim and Leona to join a party to keep the lonely portrait Rosalia company. The truth is, he just wanted to put Rosalia in a good mood so she’d share what would be on the next history test with him.

Rosalia hangs in the west school building (the rose in the west wing??), near the staff room and has been there for years; she knows stories about magift tournaments from the past.

Cater implies he knows some secrets about Kalim 🤔

Mentions that Leona comes from a ‘ladies first’ culture

Trey ♣ Open Your Mouth

The Queen has a rule saying that if you eat turkey for dinner, you must brush your teeth two times that night. Ace tries to get away with only brushing once, but Trey catches him and asks both him and Deuce to let him smell their breath to make sure they both brushed at least once already; then he apologizes because he used to do that with his little siblings and it became a habit. He proceeds to give them detailed advice about brushing their teeth.

I didn’t like this one lmao it felt kind of pointless

But anyway Trey knows weirdly thorough tooth-brushing techniques, a lot about teeth in general, and has multiple brushes for focusing on different parts of his mouth 🦷

Leona 🦁 I Grew Up Spoiled

Vil needs Leona to take some pictures with him for the school newspaper. Although reluctant at first, he eventually agrees because Vil won’t stop annoying him about it. Before they go to the shoot, Vil notices one of the buttons on Leona’s vest is coming off and offers him his sewing supplies to fix it. But Leona says if he wants it fixed he should just do it himself (also Leona grew up spoiled and doesn’t know how to sew). Vil gets really salty with his attitude and says he’ll only do it because he needs “his props” to look pristine.

They’re both super catty with each other 😂

At one point Vil said the button wasn’t the right one and asked for a different one; Leona handed him a new one and said “Oh btw this is a magic button, it always comes back even if it comes off.” Vil was like “????” and Leona explained sometimes he’ll leave his clothes that lost a button in his room, and he’ll find it later with this button sewed back on again

Vil said it’s probably Ruggie who quietly sews them back on for him 😭😭 but smh Leona just replied “Oh well same deal, it always comes back”

Jack 🐺 I’ll Expose Your Crimes!

Jack smells something weird in the cafeteria and decides to go investigate. The smell first leads him to the Leech twins; he wrestles Floyd for this suspicious briefcase that they have (turns out there was just a beauty serum inside that they were bringing to a customer). Then Jack realizes the smell was actually coming from Epel; he forcibly pulls a container out from Epel’s jacket pocket and finds... several types of onion product in there (Jack hates onions). Epel reveals he’s been hiding the onions because Vil is forcing him to eat really bland food and the onions help give them flavor.

Jack suspected the smell was a chemical leak in the school and his first thought was “I won’t be able to get in today’s workout!!” sir,,,,,

His sense of smell gets immensely better in his wolf form

After they sorted everything out, Epel invited Jack to sit with him for lunch 🥺

Ruggie 🐆 In Grandma’s Hands

Ruggie comes down to the cafeteria in the middle of the night because Leona wanted a midnight snack. He finds a bunch of vegetables in the kitchen and decides to make some soup with them. Jade appears and informs him that those actually belong to him; to avoid having to owe him any debts, Ruggie offers to teach Jade some ways to cook them, since the reason Jade had left them there in the first place was so that he could ask the ghost chefs for recipe suggestions in the morning.

The awkward laugh they shared when Ruggie realized the vegetables were Jade’s tho 😂😂 I wish the side stories were voiced omg

The one who taught Ruggie all of those recipes was his grandma

Also Ruggie sings while he cooks 👁👁💖

Azul 🐙 Just One Die

Idia brings a game called The Magical Game of Life to one of the board game club meetings; Azul gets very passionate about it despite at first turning his nose up at games that only rely on luck. Eventually he starts practicing how to perfectly throw a die to land on the number he wants so he can cheat the luck factor.

Azul.... honest to god he never slacks off 😭

Jade 🐬 A Mindset I Can’t Understand

Jade is making teas in the middle of the courtyard when Kalim stops by to see what’s going on. Kalim ends up talking about teas from his home, and Jade asks if he could show him how to brew the special tea they have for guests. It’s supposed to be super sweet so Kalim insists on dumping as much sugar as possible into the cup, but Jade really hates sugar.

Kalim got so disgusted when Jade was talking about his raw meat diet in the sea 😂😂

But also Kalim 🙏 He tries so hard to help everyone but he always happens to miss the mark

Floyd 🦈 Talk with Me About Something Fun

Floyd gets bored working on a report so he decides to go bug Riddle, insisting that they do their homework together. He helps Riddle find a book he needs but won’t quit playing around with him over it. In his anger, Riddle brings up how differently Jade is compared to him, and Floyd immediately gets bored and leaves.

The book Riddle needed was called “The History of Magic Carpet Weaving”

Kalim 🦂 Let’s Get Along!

Kalim is shopping at Mr. S’s Mystery Shop for the Scarabia 1st years welcome party. Riddle asks him why he’s the one running errands and not Jamil (the reason was that Jamil was stressed with how Kalim was handling the decorations for the party so sent him away basically 😂). Kalim ends up inviting Riddle to the party; he only agrees after he hears there will be a magic carpet there.

Kalim is so rich it hurts 💀 Riddle called him out for yawning during dorm leader meetings and he said “If I yawned at Scarabia, Jamil would just get my bed ready for me!”

When he was talking about the magic carpet Kalim said “Let’s go to the end of the world together” (Was that the name of the wintry tundra in Aladdin??)

This is the one where Kalim talks about how he only eats Jamil’s food because he used to get poisoned as a child; his dad & Jamil had told him “This is the fate of the oldest son of the Asim family”

Jamil 🐍 I Mean It

At lunch, Kalim and Ruggie go get food for themselves plus Jamil and Leona; while they’re waiting, Leona implies that Jamil might try to hurt Kalim someday, much to Jamil’s offense. Later Ruggie and Jamil mull over having to work with their respective ‘masters.’

Leona’s intelligence is often downplayed bc of how lazy he is but he really is good at figuring things out 👁 This was shown in Cater’s story too.

Ruggie and Jamil having that little squabble about how they think each other’s masters (for lack of a better word) would be more difficult to deal with was kind of cute 😂

#twisted wonderland #rambles #THESE ARE SO SATISFYING OMG #you wouldn't believe how many times I think 'lets read some personal stories :D' but then every one I click sounds so familiar #I know I haven't read them all #I just can't tell which ones I already read #lets just go through all of them again problem solved #this time taking notes 🖊

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shortyisweird9 · 3 years

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'Lonely ghost serie'

You don't know how lovely you are.- part VI

Tw⚠️: swearing, medical inaccuracies(on my part)

You moved your hair away as the cold Siberian winds freeze you to the bone. You were anxious to get back home so you can finally talk with Corpse on the phone. You been talking a lot since you last called him, embarrassingly to help you deal with a baby.

This week beat your ass, tests and assignments left and right like they are Oprah. You desperately wanted to go home where is warm and where you can chat your night away with Corpse.

You finally managed to open up a Netflix account so maybe you two could watch something or talk away while you had background noise.

"I swear to God..."

- Ştiu,nu? ("I know right?")

Sabrina said as she sat on the couch, a book in her lap and a hot coffee cup on the table near her.

"Heyyy!"

"Hello,girl!"

She got up to hug you,gasping when her warmth was meet by your cold grey coat , red bare hands and shaking legs dressed in a black striped suit pants and wearing platform heels.

"My , you are practically freezing. Come ,come!"

She grabbed the blanket she's been sitting on and wrapped you with it moving you to sit down.

She left towards the kitchen to your left , you could hear her taking the kettle from one of the cupboards. You shook profoundly as you harshly rubbed your hands, you stared at your dark grey nail polish, twisting it left and right to see the light bounce on it. You lost yourself in thought:

A tattoo on them wouldn't look so bad. Maybe...

"Here."

A cup of green tea, your favourite, was presented before you. You licked your crack lips as you moved your hand to grab it, only to hiss and curse when the heat proved to be double edged.

Sabrina tried to hold her laugh but one look of your pained and disappointed eyes sent her into a burst ,snorting and laughing like a jackass. You began to laugh with her shortly after.

She puffed as she took the armchair in front, the beige coloured of it and the blood red floral blanket draped all over made it stand out. She was so small in comparison with the gigantic size of it. Still you were the shortest of the group.

"How was your day?"

"Switching to English?"

She nodded.

"Hmm..fine.It isn't like I been speaking it for like 6 hours. My day went on,hmmm, ever washed a cat?"

"Ever washed a llama that simply disdain the idea of being even remotely washed?"

"W-What? Nu,deci,nu. You washed a llama?!"

"Yes,ma'am. Got the scar to prove it."

She jumped a bit off her bent leg ,to bring the polar white sweater up , a deep scar healed in a shaky circle stood there. Your eyes blinked in shock.

"Tell. Me."

"Of course, m'lady."

Her cheery tone lighted the grave tune of your morbid curiosity, you did like crime related shows after all.

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"How?!" Corpse said in bewilderment, laughing in between.

"I know right? She said she felt every bone in her body putting itself back in the place. Even those in her ears."

Your hands covered by your oversized warm black sweatshirt went crazy as you said the story, stopping only to take a breath or to let the burst of laughter die down.

"Man, your friends are crazy."

"Pleease, when I was like 11-"

"I'm eleven so shut the fuck up."

"Shh, Corpse." You said smiling. "Anyway, when I was eleven years old, I used to play with some girls hide and seek or v-ați ascunselea and somehow my stupid ass managed to land into a tree branch."

"What?"

"Yeah, but not like with my chubby ass body ,noooo sir. With my eye."

"What the fuck, which one?"

"The right one, I have a scar running down it till the start of my lips."

"Wait,how? Do you still see?"

"Oh,yeah."You dismissed the question with a shake of a hand, getting back into the story.

"My folk were so scarred and they have a huge fight with my grandma who was busy with gossiping her neighbours. "

"Oh my fucking--Did it hurt?"

"Oh ,yeah but luckily it healed pretty quickly and now I got a sick scar."

"Do you have other scars?"

"Hmm, hella. My hands and arms are littered with them."

You laughed but stopped yourself when you didn't hear anything from Corpse.

"Um, my petit orchid? Are you..are you there?"

"Did you do them because you...you w-were.. um...um..." His voice ran on jittery and trembling in panic as he haulted to draw a breath and calm whatever nerves caused him to panic.

"Self harming?"

"Y-Yeah."

"Oh! No ,of course not. I hate pain. I have them because I cut myself a lot with my butterfly knife."

"W-With your knife?" He still spoke in shaky syllables.

"Yeah, I learn tricks like pinwheel , helix aerial, kiss goodbye and such."

"And you didn't taped the blade?"

"...I am a very chaotic and lazy person, Corpse."

You two laughed the intensity of the room. Your heart blooming at the idea that Corpse was genuinely worried about you but you sighed, getting ahead of yourself only landed you for disappointment and realistic bitterness.

"You...You were really worried about me there, weren't you Corpse?" You rhetorically asked in a shy manner, your mind and ,more,your heart needed to hear this for some reason.

"Y-Yeah, goofball. You got me there for a second. "

"Awww, don't worry my petit orchid. I ain't going nowhere. "

Not with my heart beating so fast and the pressure I have on my guts and the end of my lungs.

"P-Promise?"

"I would pinky promise the fuck out of you, my little orchid. Unfortunately ,I cannot. "

"Maybe some time in the future ?"

You could hear the smile in his voice, your own grin becoming bigger because of that. This manz raises my serotonin like no one's business.

"Of course, Corpse. Whenever you are ready ."

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The rest of the night was spent watching cheap movies ,roasting the unrealistic characters and taking occasional breaks to regain your brain cells back.

"You been quiet."

You jumped ,stabbing your pointing finger with a sewing needle. You hissed as you moved to pull it out of your finger.

"Ghost ,what happened?"

"I was...ah shit...this will hurt."

You clenched your teeth and groaned as you pull the long glimmering needle out ,your skin reddening immediately as a bit of blood sprung out.

"Ghost? Goofball,please answer. "

"Y-yeah, I am fine. You scared me when you started to so the needle I am using went into my finger. It hurts."

"I am sorry,but what do you use the needle for?"

"Decorative sewing. "

"And whatcha making?"

"A flower ...for you!"

"Awww....that's so cute. You don't have to."

"BUT I WANT...I mean it's cool ,don't worry about it."

You stupid fucking dinosaur... You mumbled under your breath as you continued on your work, red cheeks of pure embarrassment.

Your pitiful attempt of covering your slip up was rewarded with one of his angelic chuckles, you seemed to make him laugh a lot. That's a good thing,right? Maybe he's just laughing at your clowny ass...

You huffed, eyebrows knitted in annoyance. Oh how you hated those belittling thoughts, they did nothing but ruin everything for you.

Or maybe you ruin them yourself..

"Shut up!"

"What?"

Ah,shit!

"Sorry ,Corpse, not you. I just...I lost myself in thought, hahaha...yeah thought. "

You slapped yourself so hard,your head was dizzy for it.

"Are you sure everything is fine ,goofball. I am always here for you."

Aww...

You sighed, tired all of sudden. "Yeah, orchid. I am fine,thanks for asking. "

"No need.I care about you, you know? A lot."

The last part was said in such a low tone that your ears couldn't pick it up. Unfortunately for Corpse who was busy playing with his sweater paws to calm his nerves.

"I care about you too ,Corpse. I think I will go. Good night !"

"'Night."

The reason why I am so worried about you ,Ghost, is because I don't think you realise ...

"... how lovely you are."

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Hey, guys!💖

Hope you enjoyed the part six of this serie, it's bit shorter but I wanted it to be after the last part.

I am interested in what do you think will happen next.

Stay safe!💗

Tagged💖:@moolujk @magenta-skyline @cherry-piee @yoyoanaria @yikesyikesyikes95 @softboiicorpse @heavenly3308 @simonsbluee @mythicalamphitrite @gaysludge

#corpse husband x reader #fanfic #hopefully not cringy

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rosy-wooyoung · 3 years

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🎄 Day 11 of the Christmas project🎄

pairing : san x fem!reader a/n: ngl i’m quite happy with this one. maybe bc it’s kinda personal? idk

You had just arrived at the cottage you inherited from your grandparents when they passed away, and, after driving for so long, you were happy to finally cut the engine. Months had passed since you last visited this small house filled with beautiful memories, and you had this strange feeling of happiness mixed with nostalgia overrunning in your body. The cottage was a small wooden house at the edge of the forest next to a lake, now frozen, the ground and the naked and lonely looking branches of the trees surrounding it covered in snow. You parked your car in the driveway and slightly shook your best friend's shoulder to wake him from his slumber. After a few minutes of constantly shaking him, San finally stirred up, softly rubbing his eyes as he looked around him.

"Are we already here?" he mumbled and you bitterly chuckled, unbuckling your seat belt and opened the door. "What do you mean already? You've been sleeping since we stopped at the gas station. It's been two hours dude," You poked his ribs before stepping out. San shook his head and got out of the car as well a few seconds later, letting out a sigh before helping you clear the trunk filled with things to get comfortable enough for the long weekend you had planned to stay together.

The end of the year was coming, so that meant a lot of things to do at work: closing cases, checking details before sending files to your boss, preparing some others for the new year, it was everything but calm when you entered your workspace each morning. Fortunately, you had worked quite hard during the week, so today before lunch, San and you took your leave of work and hurried to your car, getting ready for a few hours of driving to get to this beautiful place where you had just arrived.

"Gosh, I've missed this place so badly," you said as you looked around you, eyes roaming as you observed the trees and your surroundings. You started getting a bit emotional as you recalled the hazy yet wonderful memories you had collected while growing up until it was time for them to leave.

You remembered spending some of your Summer holidays here with your siblings when your parents grew "tired" of the three of you. They always claimed to need a break from being parents for at least a week, and so did you from them. When you were at your grandparents' house, more fun was allowed than when you were at home. It was an exciting feeling, and you were always looking forward to coming and visiting them at every opportunity you had. You never truly minded because you loved your grandparents and spending time with them. But for your younger siblings, it was a whole other story: they were constantly yelling about missing mom and dad, while you were just loving being there, catching up with your granddad

You had your little secrets with him, things that you hid from your family and your siblings. For example, you and your grandfather would secretly take two easels, always feeling that rush of adrenaline before escaping from the yells of your siblings to find a good spot to start painting for a major part of the day, hidden in the mountains hovering above the cottage. Each time, you came back from your getaway with a brand new piece of art, and a memory to cherish for the years to come. You entered the cottage, and a wave of nostalgia crashed onto you, a sense of comfort wrapping its arms around your shoulders. In the dark, you could still distinguish some of the pieces of art your granddad did when you were together. You opened the shutters and drew out the curtains your grandmother had sewed by herself, making the natural sunlight warm up the place. You then went behind the house and opened the electricity and water conducts while San took care of putting all the things your truck you carry inside the small house.

"It's a gorgeous little place that you hid from me," he teased, and you gently smiled, elbowing him in the ribs as you kept on putting everything in the right place. "It's my sweet escape," you replied as your best friend rested for a few seconds in the middle of the entrance, hands on his hips as he took in the decoration of the place.

When you had some rough times in your life - which happened more often as your grandparents fell sick one after the other -, you came to this little house in secret to unwind and spend some time alone, crying or just chilling. It was a bit like your secret garden, the spot that you had indeed kept hidden from everyone. Even your parents didn't know that you frequently visited here and spend some time in nature. That's why it wasn't as dusty and dirty as one can imagine an abandoned house to look like. Yes, it was a bit straggly, but to your defence, you haven't come to this place in weeks.

As the day went by, it was finally the afternoon, and it had started snowing as soon as you finished setting in the cottage house. You were quite tired from driving for a few hours, only being used to run a few errands for maximum 20 minutes, so you just wanted to chill and maybe take a nap on the burgundy, corduroy couch. San, on the other hand, since had slept a major part of the journey there, was just a human dynamo. Looking around, all smiley and excited as he watched the snow falling from the sky.

"Do you wanna do something outside? We could make a snowman, have a snowball fight or go for a walk?" he suggested as he let himself fall next to you on the couch, tickling your side with his left hand as the other remained against his chest. You stifled a giggle and squirmed, trying to escape from his touch. He stopped for a while, his eyes lingering on you as you were getting your breath back. "And what about going sledging? I just saw that there's a hill on the other side of the lake, we can go there," your best friend offered, but you shook your head with a pout. "San, I'm too tired for all of this," you whispered, and his eyes widened, taken aback that you declined his offer, again, "and where did you even find a sledge?" you added, not even knowing that your grandparents owned one. "There was two in the small storage unit, but don't try to change the subject. Why don't you want to go sledging?" he said while sitting up, laying a hand on your knee, shaking it a bit. "It's the best thing you could do when we have a type of weather like this!" he exclaimed while pointing outside, making you sigh and as you looked out the window. Yes, it was still snowing, and it looked quite consistent enough to sledge on it, but you could see some patches of blue sky appearing here and there, telling you that the good weather wasn't as far as you thought it was.

"Come on, Y/N, just for me," he said as he watched you stifling a yawn, happy that he managed to catch sight of a small nod in your actions. "Really? Let's go then!" he enthusiastically got up, not even waiting for you to run into the bedroom to get dressed. "The things I'd do for him," you whispered to yourself as you tiredly got up from the couch, making your way up the small stairs as well. Once you had slipped on your fleece-lined pants and warm coats, you made your way out the door, San trotting to the small storage unit behind the house to get the sledges. Those were made out of old wood, a thin rope attached to the tip of it. They looked quite old and dusty, but they would do the trick.

"So Y/N, since you're the expert of the region," San teased as he looked over, only to have you staring back at him with a fake bored look, "how can we reach this side of the lake?" he said as he pointed the side opposite the cottage, and you smiled. That is where you used to go painting with your grandfather. "Come on, follow me," you said as you confidently started walking, the memories colliding in your brain as you trusted your guts to get to this side of the lake. In the course of your walk, with San by your side, you told him some of your memories while pointing at different things.

"You see that tree over there?" you gestured to the naked weeping willow a bit further into the stroll, San nodding as his eyes followed your finger, "when it was getting either too hot or too noisy because of my siblings during Summer, I'd take a book and spend the entire afternoon reading underneath that tree," you explained with a soft smile on your face, remembering the great souvenirs as the leaves crunched under your moon boots as you stopped. "And my grandma had a whistle, and she would blow four times when dinner was ready, and I needed to come back," you told your friend, who had a sincere smile on his face. "This is adorable, it sounds like a Studio Ghibli plot," he said while taking your hand, making you walk slightly faster to pass the tree. San knew you well. He knew that if you spent too much time in front of this willow, you'd start getting emotional and probably cry, and that was the last thing he wanted to see.

You silently thanked him with a faint smile as you understood his sudden change of behaviour and you cleared your throat, keeping on telling him happier souvenirs as you finally arrived where San wanted to go. "I can't imagine how beautiful it must look here in Summer," he mumbled as he stared at the cottage on the other side of the lake. "It's even more incredible in fall," you said with a smile, "I came here mid-October and you're just surrounded by yellow and orange trees, you can really feel the fall vibes," you giggled with your friend, letting go of his hand, feeling suddenly nervous. You hadn't even noticed that San had kept your hand in his the entire time, and you were even hotter when you realised that he didn't even look bothered or shy of it.

You took a few pictures of each other going down the sledge, laughing and pushing each other around as the other took an unflattering photo of the other. The powder snow eased your falls every time you pushed the other too hard, sometimes shrieking as you could feel some snow slipping under your clothes and reach your skin. At some point, you were too tired to get up, so you stayed well muffled in your clothes, looking at the sky clearing above your heads. San was also in the snow, ignoring the freezing sensation of water against his neck and the goosebumps travelling his entire body. Instead of staring at the sky as you did, he seized the fact that you were too busy getting lost in your thoughts to stare at you. He loved seeing his best friend at peace like you currently were, it looked like all of your worries had vanished as soon as you pulled up by the house, the stressed Y/N getting replaced by the one that San imagined was the Y/N of your childhood.

The young man shifted in the snow, close enough for his hand to grab yours. As you felt pressure on your glove, you turned your head to the side, looking at him. He was already looking at you with a fond smile decorating his lips, and you raised your eyebrows, silently asking him why he was staring at you like that.

"I wish for this moment to never end," he spoke softly, the density of the snow under you two muffling his words, only for you to hear. "Me neither," you uttered, and San squeezed your hand as an answer, shooting you a wink before looking at the sky like you did just moments ago. He felt your gaze on him, and he started rolling towards you, miscalculating the number of rolls he had to do to come near you, resulting him almost crushing you as he was about to land on his back. You clutched your abdomen, anticipating his weight landing on you, but he swiftly moved around to land on his stomach, his mouth arriving millimetres away from yours.

None of you recoiled, getting lost in the other's eyes. Your breath had quickened up, something going noticed by San. He gulped but kept staring at you, your breaths forming one trail of steam above your heads, unhurriedly vanishing in the atmosphere. San pulled his thoughts and doubts to the side for an instant, his mouth colliding with yours in the gentlest way possible. Despite the dryness of his lips, the kiss released millions of butterflies in your stomach, sending warmth straight to your face. With your mittens slightly covered in snow, you cupped his face, and he groaned into the kiss, the cold against his face attempting to bring him back to reality.

But it wasn't enough to make you two stop kissing each other. You had both been secretly waiting for this for too long, and you didn't want to end the kiss right now. Making the most of it was the key point of the situation, and you let your lips linger on San's as if it was the last time before pulling away. The man gave you mere seconds to catch your breath before pulling you in another kiss, your hearts beating furiously against each other as your tongues danced together, head spinning and getting mushy due to all the emotions you were experiencing.

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alienslikedmyfantasy · 4 years

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Okay, so I haven’t seen a show that I related to legit every character like, ever, and The Owl House hit me like a truck.

As I watched (and rewatched) how each character acts and develops, I look at them and feel a connection.

Luz, the ‘weird’ girl, the outsider, the overly positive, interested, distractible, oblivious, and big hearted character. I utterly love Luz Noceda. Like holy crap. We both find oddly specific things interesting be it a specific topic or the immersion into a fandom. We both make weird jokes and get into pun wars with people (I had one go on for about an hour once...it was glorious). For a person who’s pretty negative about myself, when other people are involved, I lift them up as high as possible, even with weak nerd arms. We both get distracted easily, or are at least oblivious. I didn’t know half of the things happening around me during school, and I honestly still don’t. I’ve watched movies 50 times and realized the actual point/blatantly obvious event during the 51st. I’ve had people like me before and I never noticed until someone told me then I struggled to believe it (”What is it she sees, in this cluster clump of me?”). (Honestly the entirety of ‘Ordinary’ called me out super hard). Luz also does crazy things for her friends with the best of intentions (even if it isn’t well thought out). Her heart is so big and she sees the best in everyone, it’s just amazing. Little things she does and has said, I’ve done too (especially the ‘cool’ scene).

Amity is often misread and quiet, struggling to talk to others. She also doesn’t like others to see her emotions very much, she bottles them up and has a need to be seen in a certain way. She has to be ‘perfect’ (a song which also called me out pretty hard). I feel that deep down in my soul my dudes. I always had to have perfect grades and I still have to be perfect at everything I do on the first try (I’m working on not doing that). I was always quiet, and honestly still am. I definitely bottle up my emotions rather than let others see what’s up and I have a hard time forming coherent sentences around crushes...well...around people in general. I always felt the need to be the straight A student and the rock in my loved one’s lives (which they never expected of me so I don’t know where that came from haha) and I still kinda do. Amity also sacrifices herself for her friends (Grom...sports....must I say more?). And though I may not have sacrificed my body, I’ve protected my friends hard core. No one messes with my buds.

Eda. Oh Eda. The wild witch who ran off to live in the woods because she didn’t like school and didn’t want to commit to one coven in life. The witch who is slow to pick up on things, is chaotic, and completely weird in the best possible way. I always liked school until I was about to graduate, then I realized how it can really mess with people (see Eda running around the school pointing out the strangeness of it all). All I feel that I really learned from school was to take a test. Creativity killer sadly. Eda has a strange sense of humor and is slow to get sarcasm or that it was a joke. Same Eda, same. I also cannot commit to one coven, well, career or job for the rest of my life. I like keeping my options open. Plus I would love to build a house out in the woods nearby and be a witch. I’ve always been weird and chaotic too, but I think Eda’s weird is way more fun than my own.

King is a goofy little dude who usually has weird jokes or points of view, but sometimes is super wise. I know that I have a strange sense of humor that it seems like most of my people don’t understand, and I have been known to be wise when I’m not thinking about it...on the other hand, when I try to be wise, I stumble and say something extremely weird. He struggles with public speaking/putting himself out there (Grom) and is nervous a while before getting comfortable with it. (I hate public speaking says the kid who did musicals for 13 years, writes songs, and thinks she wants to be an author, artist, actress, or musician). I also connect with King with the fact that I freakin’ love rubber ducky stuff. I legit have a rubber ducky bathrobe (of which one of my best friends gave me as a birthday gift...it’s a bit small but it’s sososo soft I love it), I made a ducky pillowcase today to practice sewing (it’s so cute I almost cried), I have a bunch of duckies stashed away throughout the house, and my Grandma made me a ducky baby quilt for the future. Ducks! Am I right? (I’m right.)

Willow is the shy, not-so-confident plant girl. I am too a shy, not-so-confident plant girl. I legit have about 14 or 15 plants (each have a name) that I care about a lot. I don’t really remember being bullied (I know I was at least once), but I’ve definitely had my heart hurt (honestly pretty badly) by people I considered friends at that time (I won’t get into that here). I’m also a shy person who’s been working on being more confident with themselves. Plus: plants!

Gus is fascinated by specific topics and is younger than everyone else, which may make him feel a bit childish. I feel this on a personal level. I’m the youngest child on my Mom’s side and the second youngest on my Dad’s. I was the baby and I don’t think I got to do much with the older kids (you’re too young so we don’t wanna play with you kinda thing, etc. [which is totally fine and I get 100%]) Though I may be older than all of my friends, I still feel like a child compared to nearly all of them. They’re all so smart and put together, and I’m not. I’m also fascinated by specific topics that others may not know or care to know much about (for Gus, it’s humans, for me, it’s a lot of things).

Edric and Emira are pretty similar to my sister and I. We aren’t twins, we didn’t always get along, and we rarely had shenanigans or pranked like these two do, but as we got older, we understood each other better and our relationship is basically being there for one another and really bad puns.

Hooty...well...I suppose we share the fact that we both make up songs and are bored a lot...definitely not that we’re both owl tubes.....*nervous laughter*

Owlbert and I share the quiet helpfulness trait...plus we’re both adorable.

(Some of these go deeper than others but the point is there’s still a connection).

Goodness gracious I love this show.

I haven’t laughed at a show this hard since Good Omens last year.

I love when I can connect with characters. It makes me happy.

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musicfeedsmysoul12 · 4 years

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Never Find Another Like Me

Summary: Adrien and Marinette break up after two years of dating, both seeing each other as friends. This doesn’t stop some people (Lila) from saying that Marinette cheated on Adrien or that she was using him. All Marinette can reply when the class begins to pull away is that they’ll never find another like her, before she heads off for New York for the summer.

She’s right.

Pairings: MC/Hades, past Adrinette, Marinette/Cerberus

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Breaking up with Adrien had been hard. It had been really hard.

They had started dating when they were sixteen and firmly sick of Lila and all the bullshit. They started dating and it was fun and light and… well, charming.

But that was it.

Charming, like a fairy tale. But it wasn’t… it wasn’t romantic. Not really.

It was all the romance of flowers and chocolates and candlelit dinners. Which she did enjoy but then she saw the others in their class

She saw Juleka light up when Rose got her a murder mystery book or saw how happy Nino was when Alya surprised him with tickets to some random indie movie she knew he liked.

Hell- Kim was super attentive to his girlfriend and boyfriend and knew things about them most didn’t. She remembered being weirded out Kim had picked up a bird skull to give to Odine before learning she liked bones.

But her and Adrien? Flowers and chocolates and pastries and the technical movements of romance without actual romance. It was fun. It was light.

But it wasn’t… it wasn’t romance. Not really romance, not the romance of people actually in love.

They broke up age eighteen, both smiling and hugging each other goodbye after they had finally fully spoken to each other.

He knew she liked sewing and cooking and video games but when he thought romance he didn’t think of her interests. When she thought romance she didn’t think of his interests. And that was okay.

“We should have stuck to friends,” Adrien said, hugging her tightly.

“Yeah, but hey- we’re smarter then we were before.” Marinette pulled away with a smile. She gave him a long look before chuckling. “I’m never going to find another like you.”

“I’ll never find another like you.” Adrien shrugged. “It sucks but…” Marinette laughed and hugged him again.

“But it’s the best for us.”

It still hurt. She had held onto her fantasies for years, dreaming of being with him, of dating him and having a life together. But the more time spent with him the more she realized that they were incompatible in many ways.

He was a romantic who enjoyed the big displays and the grandness of romance. She enjoyed a day spent with her partner and having a quiet dinner together. She wanted kids, a family with a pet and to grow old together. He wanted to travel the world and meet new people. He didn’t want kids, to scared to be like his dad- and in a way wanted to piss off his father by never continuing the Agreste line- something he always said in a mocking tone.

In the end, their last few months of dating was more them pretending for the public so people- Lila mostly- would leave him alone. But now, Marinette was going to New York for the summer break. They were eighteen and Adrien was finally allowed to do what he wanted thanks to a clause in his trust fund that let him move out of his house and move into a small apartment. He was allowed to go after what he wanted. She was happy for him.

They announced their break up to the class, and Marinette was not surprised when Lila began speaking in a ‘low voice’ about how odd it was that Marinette was suddenly breaking up with Adrien after getting her internship.

It split the class.

Lila had been a thorn to Marinette ever since they were fifteen and she had not mellowed. Sure, she had stopped some of her lies when it became obvious that the class might actually know better- Lila learning Marinette designed for Jagged and that Rose knew Ali was a highlight for Marinette- but she was still an utter bitch. She also had gotten nasty in her pursuit of Adrien, and it took him going to the police and to social media to tell her off for her to back off.

The class… only Nathanael knew the truth- because he remembered she knew Jagged way before anyone else- Rose and Juleka only knowing because of Ali. The others followed Lila like dogs. It had hurt at first but… well, Marinette didn’t mind it much now. She had come to the conclusion- after losing Fu, after her break down and her parents making her go to therapy- that she didn’t care anymore. She was going to love herself and move on. There was no one like her, she was a ten out of ten and she was done trying to protect people who wanted to paint her as jealous or mean.

Alya had been the worst and Marinette had to really look at their friendship to realize that she and Alya had never had an equal friendship and that both had bigger priorities over each other. It wasn’t like one of them was more important in the friendship but neither had really told each other everything and both were a little focused on their own issues.

It didn’t help that Alya had the expectation that Marinette should always be willing to help her out, even when she was busy. Marinette had finally had enough when Alya tried to dump the twins on her again and she’d gone to Alya’s mother about it. Alya had been furious until she had been told off by almost everyone in the class for her actions in randomly dumping the twins on Marinette. Even Nino didn’t think it was cool. Marinette said she wouldn’t have minded covering a date or two but not as much as Alya dumped the twins on her.

Alya had to face facts after that and the two sat down to finally lay their crumbling friendship to rest, both agreeing that in the end they hadn’t been good friends to each other with Alya ditching her for her blog or foisting the twins off her so much and the various Adrien plots while Marinette admitted her ditching Alya cause she was terrified of Akumas and her disinterest in the blog and Alyas reporting classes wasn’t that great either.

They parted as ex-friends but remained friendly. Alya as well had toned down her ‘Marinette is jealous’ spiel. She still believed Lila but had given up trying to make Marinette like the girl.

She was among the few who didn’t seem to think Marinette would use Adrien, and it was the first time Marinette had seen her and Lila argue. It made Marinette send the Italian a smug smirk before she walked off.

As for the others? Kim, Max, Ivan, Mylene, Sabrina and Nino? Well, she looked them all in the face and told them, loudly.

“You think I’m that conniving? You think I’m like that. Fine, but we aren’t friends anymore. And let me tell you- you’re never going to find another like me. You’ll never have another friend like me. To bad, so sad. Goodbye.” she left with a wave and headed to the airport, Miraculous Box in her backpack.

She was heading to New York- not with the asshole that was Audrey but to intern under someone Jagged knew. It was going to be fun and she couldn’t wait.

She would have to go back to Paris every once in a while to deal with Akumas but Hawkmoth had toned down his actions in recent years. He seemed less into the whole thing honestly. She remembered talking about it with her class and Alya had jokingly suggested he was getting laid.

Maybe he was.

-0-

New York was amazing and Marinette loved her work. Her grandma had contacted the daughter of a friend of her’s- Melody Conners- and the woman had agreed to let Marinette stay with her. Melody was some sort of government person from what Marinette understood who baked for fun and thus Marinette enjoyed joining in when she could.

She saw so many interesting things, ogled cute boys and girls and was just happy in general. Paris and even Lila were far from her mind.

More so when Melody asked if she minded if she had a dinner party at the apartment for her and her coworkers and boyfriend.

“Hades, my boyfriend, is technically my boss but not? I’m not directly under him but he is higher up and has a lot of clout. We’re revealing we’re dating to a few people and his apartment building is being renovated for some reason.”

“That’s fine.” Said Marinette. “Whose all coming? Is it alright if I’m here?”

“Yeah it’s alright and there’s me, May- you’ve met her- Alex Cyrpin who we all call Cyrpin, Suzan, Jeff, Cerberus, Persephone and- okay you’re gaze is weird.”

“Your boyfriend is Hades and you know a Cerberus and Persephone.”

“Hades parents were weird and his brother Zeus- yes I know- decided to name his daughter Persephone. She lives with her uncle though and no they’re not dating they both make faces when the Old Myths are brought up.” Melody put a lot of emphasis on the words old myths for some reason, making Marinette frown and plan to speak with the Kwami. “My brother Josh will be here to.”

Marinette has met May and Josh, and briefly saw Cyrpin one day when they had come to grab Melody for something neither spoke about so it’s not a big deal.

Speaking with the Kwami that night, in hushed whispers, reveals a lot.

Like the fact that the people she’s about to meet, Hades and Persephone are probably actual gods.

“They aren’t like us. They reincarnate into new bodies when their old ones die. The Old Myths were real but it changed over time. Or they were misinterpreted.” Tikki explained. “I know Persephone went to live with Hades to avoid her father and stepmother not to marry him.”

“Is Cerberus human?” Asked Marinette- honestly just curious. Tikki laughed.

“He is. Now. He doesn’t remember being a dog. I don’t know what happened but most of the monsters started reincarnating as humans. They don’t remember their pasts like the gods but they’re around to.” Tikki told her. “Their powers became what they call Auras, taking various shapes.”

“Huh. That’s good to know thanks.” It also made Marinette think she could probably tell them about the Miraculous. She loved Paris but the more time she spent in New York the more she loved it. As well Paris was full of memories of Akumas and fighting for her life. New York wasn’t. She didn’t want to stay in a city that every time she turned around she remembered seeing Chat die or remembered being stabbed. She knew Chat felt the same and so did their fellow heroes. They couldn’t stay.

If she spoke to the gods maybe they would ignore her a little or at least keep an eye on her but not bug her. It was an idea anyway.

-0-

The dinner party started out nicely. The apartment was filled with people and Marinette had to put away the cot she used to sleep but it was really nice to meet so many people. And apparently, Cyrpin knew her boss- she was their sister apparently- and enjoyed talking fashion enough that Marinette had fun.

But the real fun was with Cerberus. He was handsome and had been so confused, standing in the middle of the room and obviously out of his depth. Marinette had smiled and gone up to him to see if we wanted to talk about anything. Perhaps video games.

He did but he was also very enthusiastic about her designing when he recognized her name as designing for Jagged Stone. He was a fan apparently and the two quickly began talking about music and video games.

Marinette even found herself agreeing to go frisbee golfing the next day with him after a while after they discussed sports. Marinette had found that while fencing was a bust she loved parkour and frisbee golf- Luka and his sister played- and she was eager to have fun and play again.

“So, do you actually know anyone here?” She asked him, later and when she stole a glass of wine. Though no one actually cares. Jeff- a coworker on the floor of Melody’s - is British and had some truly spectacular rants about how stupid Americans are about drinking. He’d given two already. One when he saw her picking up a glass and another when another person named Mandy egged him on. Everyone else didn’t care and Melody said she was eighteen and could do what she wanted as long as she did it under her roof and not in public.

“I know Hades and Melody. Cyprin a little bit I know their mom more then them.” Cerberus answered. “I’m off duty and Hades likes to have us around when he can.” But he looked happier speaking with her and she really liked speaking with him. They have enough in common it’s fun and enough not in common it’s interesting.

Marinette was about to open her mouth and chat again when the Akuma alarm on her phone went off. She sighed, loudly and pulled it out. “... oh wow.”

“What’s going on?” Cerberus asked but Marinette was to busy checking out the new Akuma. Lila again but… huh. Looked like she had been finally fully exposed by someone.

Marinette looked up to see most of the room looking at her and she made her choice with a quick thought. After all, if there were gods in the room…

“Tikki, can you come out?” The Kwami did and she looked amused as she did so.

“Really?” Marinette shrugged and went to her bag to pull out the box and get the glasses, putting them on as the entire room stared.

“Sorry, have to go save Paris!” She left with a wave and a quick transformation before making a portal and skipping off.

Beating the Akuma was easy. Lila was a common foe and wrecking her wasn’t a big deal. Dealing with Chat as well wasn’t a pain. He seemed thoughtful and quiet. He did ask if they could talk later and she agreed. They would talk in two days. She wondered why he would ask her to chat with him.

Going back to the party, Melody was waiting with a first aid kit that Marinette was thankful for because while the cure took away the big things it didn’t always get the smaller stuff on her and she had some cuts. She got herself patched up and chatted with Hades who was more than willing to add her name to their registry of individuals with magic. He was also delighted to speak in some language with Tikki, Persephone joining in, and the other Kwami coming out of the box to join in.

“You sure you can go frisbee golfing tomorrow?” asked Cerberus and she laughed.

“Yeah, I’m sure.” It would be fun.

-0-

Back in Paris, everything had fallen apart. Marinette was gone for the summer and none of them had really realized what it meant. More so when she broke their friendship.

But they slowly began feeling it.

The bakery didn’t give them discounts anymore which shocked them. They had been getting discounts?

They had known the bakery was pretty well known but not to the extent they learned. It was an incredibly expensive and high-end bakery and they had never known. Why would they? They bought food for the same price as other bakeries.

But learning the truth, and looking it up, they were shocked.

And then came more. Marinette had always been a sounding board for them. She could point out flaws in their viewpoints and offer different ideas. She could figure out how to actually make their ideas work too.

The first time Max tried to text her an idea, she sent back a reminder she wasn’t his friend and blocked him. He never finished it.

The time Nino texted her, asking about where to get cheap clothing for a movie he was directing for fun, he was told his number was blocked.

They felt lost, adrift. But they tried to keep going. At least until they saw the amazing video Kitty Selection did, full of cool clothes and effects, a special mention given to Marinette who helped them out. And then they were lost again.

Alya was the one it all clicked for. It was when Lila fake sobbed Marinette had sent her nasty messages. Alya was the one to stare at her and ask to see them. Lila said she had deleted them had Alya shaking her head.

“You know, the more I think about it, the more I see you always blaming Marinette for everything,” Alya told her. And Lila had sobbed and said Marinette was a bully who had tripped her the day before. The class had been angry until Alya said, dryly and colder than ice. “She’s in New York you fucking moron.”

That shut up the entire group, Lila going pale. Alya walked away without a second thought.

That was the beginning of the end for Lila. They all looked back and ripped apart each lie she had ever told. She was done, ruined.

And when Ladybug came to deal with her, Alya finally got confirmation of something.

“I don’t know her other than the pest who lies every five seconds.”

Lila was done.

And so was the class. They had broken their friendship with one of the most amazing people they had ever met. They had destroyed their friendship with her and now they had nothing. They didn’t have an amazing friend. They instead had only memories.

They were never going to find another like her.

-0-

Marinette smiled as she and Cerberus walked around the park, ice cream in hand and Cerberus pretending his brothers weren’t following them. It wasn’t working.

“You’re adorable,” she told him and he laughed.

“You too.” she giggled and leaned her head on his shoulder. “I’ll miss you when you’re in Paris.”

“I have the Horse Miraculous.” she pointed out. “And I am totally coming here for school. And staying afterwards. Cyprin’s sister knows about me and will totally look the other way when I run over to save Paris, and her employees are mostly monsters or demigods.”

“True.” Cerberus hugged her sideways. “...Uhh Marinette I… ummm…”

Marinette lifted an eyebrow and waited. Cerberus opened his mouth then closed it. He shifted on his feet and looked down.

“Umm… I know you and Chat aren’t together. I mean, you told me about the conversation you two had and stuff…”

Ah yes. That one. After she had gone back to Paris for her chat with Chat, she had told Melody everything but only told Cerberus that she had talked with Chat about not getting together.

In reality, it had been emotional talk filled with yelling and them both unloading their feelings. Chat demanding to really know if she felt nothing, and herself just ripping into him for not listening.

It had been exhausting but it left them feeling better when they finally got it all out there. They both agreed they cared for one another deeply. More than family or friends. You couldn’t fight magic together and not feel that.

But it wasn’t… romantic. Not on her end and she was done with him not getting it. He had backed off in the last few years but she had assumed he was dating and wouldn’t do that to his partner. But now he simply needed to know. Would they have a chance?

“No,” she had told him. “I care for you so deeply, but… Chat you ruined any chance of romantic feelings by not listening when I told you I was in love with someone else. When you threatened to give up the ring when I couldn’t tell you a secret that was not mine to tell. When you agreed to let Alya post that kiss on the Ladyblog without thinking of my feelings. Chat- you are my dearest friend. My best friend. But I’m just not into you.”

It had been raw and hurtful but they ended their conversation knowing where they stood. Friends- closer than most and probably really leaning into platonic partner territory- but just friends.

They still worked well together but it was awkward and probably would be for a while. Like her and Adrien honestly. Sure, they’d been more like buddies then dating but it had been awkward before she left.

“I uhhh, welll…” her mind was pulled back to the present and she chuckled as Cerberus tried to stutter out what he wanted.

“If you’re trying to ask me out, the answer’s yes.” She told him. She heard cheers and Cerberus turned to glare at his brothers while Marinette just laughed before turning his face to her to kiss him.

She would never find anyone like Adrien. And that was okay.

Because she found someone in Cerberus.

And she would never find another like him, so she was going for it.

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I don’t hate Adrien but I really wanted Marinette to be upfront and blunt with Chat that he had ruined any chance of her liking him at all. Because he had.

Look, I know some go oh it’s not harassment but it is. As soon as someone says no and you keep going, that’s harassment. Marinette has said no, that she likes someone else but Chat just won’t knock it off. It’s not okay, it’s not cool and I totally think that Marinette would just full on stop seeing him as an option if he keeps going. Because as a kid, he doesn’t know better. It’s taught by media, by society that a man chasing after a woman should ignore her firm nos. That she doesn’t mean it. So I can make allowances for his actions to a point.

But I also know that as someone who has seen people being harassed in real life, that once the line is crossed it can never be taken back. Marinette stopped seeing him as an option when he wouldn’t stop. She still considered him a friend because the two years he didn’t press were some of the best of her life, spending time with him. And the time she spent with him when he wasn’t hitting on her was amazing.

But romantic? No, that ship sailed.

But I didn’t want to bash him? I admit this started out really salty, but talking with @anastasian-dreamer I changed it so it was less salty towards him.

Also this was mostly me getting a random idea and playing with it. Hope you guys liked it even if most of you probably haven’t played Astoria.

#astoria fate's kiss #ml au #miraculous ladybug #class salt

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Hold My Hand: John Wick x Reader Chapter 87

warnings: nsfw hmh masterlist

It’s the day before your wedding and as happy as you are, you’re starting to get stressed out. John is being an absolute saint and doing everything that you’re telling him to do, but even you can tell that he’s a little nervous. He finished cleaning the living room floors, he swept the patio, and even tested the lights out to make sure they work. You don’t know who is more excited to get married: you or him.

You had ordered some cookies from the bakery down the road that were for your gift bags, and you also had some cupcakes made instead of a wedding cake. You and John will have a small cake that the two of you will cut, of course, but as for the guests, you felt it was a better idea to just get cupcakes.

You’ve just stopped by the bakery with Tess to get all of the desserts, and now you’re on your way to her in laws so she can get Finn. Since she’s been so busy with helping you out, she brought Finn to their house and he stayed there for the night. It’s only been less than 24 hours, but you can tell she misses him a lot.

“Okay, I’ll just go grab him and then I’ll be back out.” she says, hopping out of the car.

You watch Tess as she walks into the house, then you sit back a little and relax, taking a deep breath to try and calm yourself down, “You’re getting married, but there’s no need to be so stressed out. Everything is going according to plan. Mom is here, Tess is here, John is a saint -- how the hell did I get so lucky?”

You feel your phone vibrating in your pocket, and you pull it out to see that John has texted you.

By this time tomorrow, you’ll be Mrs. Wick. I can’t wait. I love you.

You smile as you read the text, then you text John back: I’ll be home in 20 minutes. I demand a big kiss when I see you. I love you endlessly, Jonathan.

The back passenger door opens and Tess hooks Finn’s car seat in, then she gets back in the car and exhales loudly, “I’m exhausted.”

“Good thing we’re done for the day.” you say as you back out of the driveway, “John has taken care of everything already. He’s been up since 5. Actually I’m not entirely sure he even went to bed.”

Tess laughs, “He’s so excited for tomorrow.”

“He is, but he’s also very nervous. I don’t know why, but John can’t seem to wrap his head around the fact that I’m…” you look over your shoulder a little when you remember Finn is in the car, and Tess waves her hand.

“You can swear. He’s a month old, he doesn’t know what the fuck you’re saying.”

“Okay, well, John can’t seem to wrap his head around the fact that I’m fucking crazy about him. I am head over heels in love with him.” you say, letting out a small laugh, “I mean, I get that he’s nervous. Last time he got married, he didn’t really get that life for very long.”

“Yeah, I get that.” Tess nods, looking over at you, “Have you written your vows yet?”

You grimace a little and shake your head, “No. I know that’s terrible, but I sit down to write them and my mind goes blank.”

“You could write them with John. That’s what Jimmy and I did. We riff off of each other, so it felt a lot more natural when we read them.” she says, shrugging a little, “You and John are doing them in private, so I guess you don’t even really need to write them.”

Exhaling loudly, you shrug a little, “Yeah, I don’t know. I’m sure John has his written, and I’m sure it’s beautiful and I’ll cry.”

Tess laughs, “John could read the recipe for how to bake a cake, and you’d cry.”

“Shut up!” you laugh loudly as you pull into your driveway. John jogs over to your car when you park in the garage, then he smiles and opens your door, “Hi, John.”

“Hi, baby.” he leans in the car and presses his lips to yours hard, then he leans back to look at you as he smiles. He laughs, leaning back in again, “One more.”

You rub your thumb against John's bottom lip and smile, “Your lip healed up nicely.”

“Yup,” John nods, leaning in for another big wet kiss.

“God, save it for your wedding night.” Tess teases as she gets Finn out of the car.

You smile when John winks at you, and you kiss him once more before you walk inside to see your mom and Jimmy sitting on the couch talking. He gets up and walks over to get Finn from Tess, then they all sit back down on the couch. John puts the sweets in the kitchen, then he grabs your waist and pulls you into his lap when he sits down on the chair.

“So, baby, do you have all of your little…things? You know, those things…” your mom says, snapping her fingers.

“Really narrowing it down there, mom.” you laugh, and you scoot back in John’s lap a little. “Oh, ‘something old, something new’, yeah, uh, no, I don’t have all of those things yet. Something new, I suppose would be my dress.”

“I gave you something borrowed. I gave you my bracelet that I wore on my wedding day.” Tess says, taking Finn out of his car seat so she can feed him.

Your mom smiles as she pulls out a small box, and she gets up to hand it to you, “This was the fabric from Grandma’s wedding dress. I unfortunately never got married, but before she passed, she gave me this. I figured I could sew it around your bouquet, or even into the bottom of your dress. Tess already had a piece for her dress.”

You pull out the white lace and smile as you rub it between your finger and thumb, “Thanks, mom. I love it. So I have something old, something new, something borrowed, but now I need something blue.”

John sits up and little, then he pats your leg so you’ll get up, “I’ll be right back.”

“Are you getting nervous, honey?” your mom asks, and you nod.

“A little,” you shrug as you exhale, “I just want everything to go well, and I just want John to be happy.”

Looking up, you see John coming back out with a smile on his face, and you furrow your brow a little when you look at him. He gestures to Bleu as he trots over to you, and you laugh when you lean forward to pet him.

“I got something blue,” John laughs, kneeling down in front of you and pointing at Bleu’s nice blue collar.

“Oh, yes, how could I forget my handsome guy?” you say, scratching his ears. “He’s our something Bleu.”

You’ve been clinging to John’s side all day since you know that the two of you won’t spend tonight together. You’re not very traditional and you don’t really care for all that stuff, but your mom said that the two of you shouldn’t see each other before you read your vows at least, so John will be staying with Jimmy.

“I hope the bed will be comfortable enough for you.” you frown a little, “I don’t want you to be in pain tomorrow.”

John turns around and wraps his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him, “I’ll be fine, peach. Don’t worry about me. I want you to get some good rest tonight.”

“I’m going to be home alone.” you lean against John and frown even more. “Just me in this big house.”

“Not so fast!” Tess says, walking over to you, “I will be staying here with you, and you and I can get shit faced and do face masks, and we’ll have a dance party.”

You smile, looking over at her, “Really? You’d stay with me?”

“Of course! We can order a pizza and talk about John.” she says, nudging John’s arm. “You can tell me all of his secrets.”

Nodding your head, you laugh loudly and look at John, “Yeah, definitely.”

“Well, I can’t wait to hear what these two boys will tell me about my girls.” your mom says, and you cock up an eyebrow to warn John not to share too many details.

John smiles a little and hugs you tighter to his side, then the two of you walk down to the pavilion by yourselves to check it out. The tables and chairs that you’ve rented were dropped off earlier this afternoon and they’re already set up, thanks to John and Jimmy.

In less than 24 hours, you’ll officially be Mrs. Wick, and it’s kind of hard to wrap your head around. A year ago, you never even imagined that this is where you’d end up. You met John and instantly fell in love with him, which is understandable. Look at him!

John walks around the pavilion to make sure everything is set up perfectly, and you smile a little when he fixes a chair. He looks up at you and stops what he’s doing, and he stares back at you as you both start to smile.

“Tomorrow, Wick.” you say softly as you begin to tear up a little.

There’s a bit of pep in John’s step as he walks over to you and throws his arms around you. He lifts you off the ground and you wrap your legs around his waist as the two of you kiss passionately. You cup John’s face in your hands as you lean back to look at him, and your heart nearly bursts when you see the tears in John’s eyes.

“I can’t wait to marry you.” he whispers, then he kisses your cheek and sets you back on the ground. He pulls you closer to him, then he slides his hands into your back pockets, “I can’t wait to see you in your dress. I’ll never be able to keep my hands to myself tomorrow.”

You cock up an eyebrow, “Who says you have to? I’ll be your wife. Can you believe that? John, you’re getting married. I think I’m more excited for you than I am for myself. Well, I am pretty excited for myself. I can’t believe I’m getting married, and on top of it, I’m getting married to you. Jackpot!”

John cups your face in your hands, then he tilts your head back a little, “I can’t believe I get to marry you. I really lucked out this time.”

“I’m gonna miss you tonight.” you whisper as you stand on your tiptoes to kiss John, “Wish I could sleep in your arms. I hate that my mom convinced you that we shouldn’t see each other.”

“Well, we’re not doing anything the traditional way, we might as well have one tradition.” he laughs.

“We are doing plenty of things the traditional way, but I get it.” you roll your eyes playfully as you look away from John.

“I should go pack my bag.” John says, and he holds tight to you as he starts to walk back to the house. He turns around for you to hop on his back as the two of you laugh, and you bury your face in the crook of his neck, kissing him and tickling him.

You start to get off of John when he gets to the stairs, but he keeps a tight grip on you to keep you from getting down. When he gets into the bedroom, he finally plops you down on the bed, then he widens his eyes when he sees your dress is in a black garment bag hanging in the closet.

“Don’t peek!”

“I won’t, I won’t. I want to, but I won’t.” he laughs and pulls out a duffle bag to pack some things that he’ll need.

You watch John as he grabs out some boxers and a nice pair of dress socks, then he walks over to the closet and pulls out the garment bag that his suit is in. He opens it to make sure everything is okay still, then he squints his eyes at you a little when you lean over to look at it.

“Hey,” you whisper a little and look up at John, “Where do you want to read our vows? In here? Or maybe somewhere else?”

John sits down next to you and puts his hand on your thigh, “I was thinking that maybe we could do it down by the lake where I proposed. No guests will be here yet, so it might be kind of nice down there. The weather is supposed to be really nice too, so Tess can get some pictures.”

“Yeah, I want her to get some pictures of you seeing me for the first time.” you smile, feeling your cheeks turning red, “You’re gonna cry, I just know it.”

John nods his head, “I will, without a doubt.”

You lay back on the bed and close your eyes, and you feel your head spin a little. The bed shifts as John lays down next to you, and you open your eyes to look at him, holding his gaze for a moment before he leans over to kiss you.

“I wish I could marry you this very minute. I don’t want to wait any longer.”

You laugh, “Well, Jimmy is just downstairs.”

John immediately sits up and widens his eyes in shock, “Wait, can we?”

“So, you don’t want to have a wedding? You want to just sit on the bed and say ‘yes, Jimmy, I do take this wonderful woman to be my wife’?”

John flops back next to you and looks over at you again, “No, I want you to have the wedding of your dreams. I know you want this.”

“I do.” you nod, looking over at John, “But I would also be more than happy to sit on this bed right here and marry you.”

As fast as he can, John gets up and lays down on top of you, and you grunt a little under his weight. The two of you start to laugh when you hear the noise you’ve just made, and you’re almost in tears because you’re laughing so damn hard. John puts his forehead against yours as he laughs, then he presses a kiss to it as he gets off of you when he hears people coming up the stairs. You and John are still laughing as your mom and Tess walk into the room, and Tess looks at you both and smiles.

“What’s so funny?” Tess asks, and John begins to laugh again as he stands up to finish packing his bag.

“Just John being a goof.” you say as you sit back on the bed a little, “We were just talking about where we want to read our vows, and we decided on the lake since the weather will be nice and you can get some good pictures of us.”

Tess nods, “That’s a great idea. I’ll get some pictures of him when he sees you, then when you do your vows, I’ll just…back up a little to give you two some peace, but just know that I will still be taking pictures.”

“Sounds good to me, Tess.” John says, then he zips his bag shut.

“Got your toothbrush?” you ask, and John nods. “Toothpaste? Deodorant? Shampoo?”

“Baby, I’m just across the street. If I need anything anyway, I’m sure Jimmy would let me borrow something.” he says, cupping your cheek.

You lean into his palm a little more and smile when you look up at him, “Okay, just making sure.”

“And I’m not leaving yet, it’s 2 in the afternoon. I’m just packing my bag.” he says, sitting down next to you. “I actually was wondering if you wanted to grab some dinner tonight.”

Looking up at John, you smile and nod, “Of course.”

John smiles as he leans down to kiss you, “It’s a date then.”

Your mom is standing in the doorway with her hand over her mouth to keep herself from sobbing uncontrollably, but she sniffles and causes you to look over at her, “Damn! I said I wasn’t going to cry yet.”

“Mom!” you laugh as you walk over to hug her, “Don’t cry.”

She shakes her hands a little and laughs, “I’m sorry, I just can’t believe my girls are both married. Tess has a baby, and I’m sure you won’t be far behind.”

“Well,” you shrug a little, “We hope.”

“They’re definitely trying, mom.” Tess says, and you jab her with your elbow, “What? God, you act like mom doesn’t know that you have sex.”

“Tess!” you shove her again and look over at John, who has hidden in the bathroom. You look back at Tess and give her a disapproving look, “I know you just do that stuff to embarrass John.”

She laughs, “It’s just so fun.”

John planned a nice romantic dinner for the two of you to help take your mind off of the wedding planning, and the restaurant he chose in the city is one you’ve never been to before. The atmosphere is nice and romantic with candles and dimmed lights, and there’s even a little dance floor with a band. Your booth is tucked away in the back to give the two of you some privacy, and instead of sitting across the table, John is sitting right next to you.

“This was really good.” you say, relaxing back against the booth. “Thank you.”

John nods as he continues eating, “Sorry, I’m starving.”

You laugh as you lean forward to take a piece of bread from John’s plate, “It’s okay, keep eating.”

“Here,” John cuts a piece of his steak and feeds it to you, then he presses a kiss to your lips, “It’s good, huh?”

You nod, “It’s very good.”

John continues eating for a few moments, then he sits back and looks at you, “Would you like to go for a walk down by the river?”

“Where we went on our first date? It’s not far from here.”

“Yeah,” he nods, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, “What do you say?”

Looking up at John, you pop the piece of bread in your mouth and nod, “Sounds perfect.”

You and John are walking hand in hand along the river, and he stops to lean over the railing and look down at the water. There are a few boats on the river still and since it’s getting dark out, they all have their lights on. There’s one boat that’s lit up pretty brightly, and you smile as you nudge John.

“Looks like a wedding.” you look up at him and laugh, “Should have done a wedding on a boat.”

John laughs, “Someone would end up getting sick and throwing up all over everything.”

“Probably Jimmy.” you say, and John laughs quietly as he nods his head.

Leaning against John’s shoulder, you wrap your right arm around his bicep and intertwine your left hand with his. He leans over to press a kiss to your forehead, then he smiles when you look up at him.

“I can’t believe we’re getting married tomorrow.” he says quietly, keeping his gaze straight ahead. “I can’t believe you haven’t run away yet.”

“John,” you say with a sigh as you nudge him, “I’m not going anywhere.”

He nods his head, then looks down at you, “I know, I just…still think this isn’t what I deserve sometimes. A nice peaceful life. A nice peaceful life with you most of all. I’ve always had this sense of normalcy that I’ve craved, and even when I was with Helen, I still didn’t quite have it because I never told her about my life.”

“Yeah, I understand that.”

John turns to face you and reaches for your hands, “You’re not a replacement to me, you’re not just someone I picked to help replace the life that I had with Helen. You’re someone who I want around, you’re someone I want to share my life with, you’re someone who I want to bring children into this world with.”

You smile as you nod, “I know, Jonathan.”

“Those five years that I had with Helen were amazing, and I can say that I really did love her. I did. I loved her so much, and I loved the life that she and I were building together. But she’s not here anymore.”

You look over your shoulder at the bench behind the two of you, and you pull John to sit down, “John, why are you saying all of this?”

“Because I want you to know that I’m marrying you. I am all in.”

You chuckle a little, “I know that, babe. Of course I know you’re all in. I don’t think you’re the type to do something if you’re not all in.”

John nods, then he looks up at you, “I know you sometimes wonder if I think about Helen and how my life would be if she were still here, but I don’t think about it. I know you very well, and I know you’re too good of a person to ever bring it up because you’d never want to hurt my feelings.”

“Well, yeah.” you shrug.

“I love Helen, but it’s not the same anymore. I can look back on my years with Helen and think about what a great time we had together. Even though I was with her for five years, it flew by. It was a fleeting glimpse of happiness, which is now proceeded by my endless happiness I have with you. And…” John looks down and takes a deep breath, “This might sound…bad, but here goes, I guess. If Helen…hadn’t died, I wouldn’t have met you. So, in a way, I’m thankful that that happened, and now I know how that sounds…”

You nod as you look at John, “I get it. You went through a lot, and it hurts and it sucks, but everything you went through, it led you to me.”

“As time has gone on, I think about her less. I still love her, and I always will. That will never change. Her passing seemed like the death of me as well, and the death of a life I so desperately wanted, but I walked outside one day and I saw the most beautiful woman,” he says, rubbing his thumb against your chin, “And I realized companionship, family, happiness, it was all something that I could still have. And I have it all with you.”

Sniffling a little, you look up at John and smile, “I love you.”

“I love you.” he says firmly, almost like he’s trying to get it through your head -- as if you didn’t already know John loves you. “I love Helen, but it’s nothing compared to how I feel about you. If all that has happened in my life hadn’t happened, you and I wouldn’t be here, and we wouldn’t be bringing a child into this world. We are together because we’re meant to be together. We are meant to bring a baby into this world. No matter the time, no matter what universe. You and I are meant to be. There’s no other explanation.”

You laugh a little, “Pump the breaks there, Wick. We’re not bringing a child into this world right now.”

John laughs as he leans back on the bench, “Well, we will eventually.”

“We have been having a lot of sex lately.” you say, sliding your hand up John’s thigh as he looks at you. “Yeah, we’re not pregnant, but we will be soon. I feel it in my bones.”

Chuckling softly, John wraps his right arm around your shoulder and pulls you closer to his side, and the two of you look out across the city at the skyline.

“I know that you love Helen and I in different ways, and I’ve always appreciated how you’ve always made me feel special no matter what.” you smile at John and turn to him, “You’ve allowed us to create the relationship that we want. You’ve allowed us to fall in love in our own way. I have never felt like you didn’t love me, and I’ve never felt like you loved Helen more. To be honest, I never really thought about who you loved more, because I never felt like I was in competition with her in that way. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I totally felt a little competition.”

John laughs, “Oh, I definitely remember the night you found the picture in the safe. Very dramatic, Mrs. Wick.”

Looking down, you let out a small laugh, “I really love how much you loved Helen, and I know how big her impact was on your life. She helped shape you into the man you are today and I’m forever grateful for that. I wish she could be here to see how happy you are, which makes absolutely no sense, because if she was here, I wouldn’t be here, but you get what I mean.”

“I get what you mean.” John laughs, and he looks over at you and tucks your hair behind your ear. “She really would like you, baby. I think she’d be very happy for me.”

You nod, “There’s no doubt in my mind that she would be happy for you. I love you, John, so fucking much. I truly appreciate you, and I’m proud of you.”

John pulls you back into his arms and leans his head against yours as you look out at the horizon again, “Yeah, I’m proud of me too.”

After you and John got done with dinner, he went over to Jimmy’s house for the rest of the night, and he’s been gone for a few hours now. Tess came over to spend the night with you, and what started off as one glass of wine ended up as several glasses of wine and maybe a shot or two of John’s expensive whiskey. You’ve prank called John and Jimmy four times already, and Tess was laughing hysterically when you came out of your bedroom in one of John’s suits.

Your phone ringing catches your attention and you shuffle over to grab it to see John facetiming you, “Hi, John.”

John cocks up his eyebrow and laughs, “Are you drunk?”

You laugh and shake your head, “No, definitely not. I mean, I had two glasses of wine and a shot of whiskey, but I’m not drunk.”

“She’s love drunk, John.” Tess says, then she laughs hysterically at her own joke.

You look back at your phone and laugh, “Tess, on the other hand, will wake up with a massive headache.”

It’s almost midnight, so you’re sure that John is probably going to bed soon. You grab your phone, then you walk into the kitchen for a little bit of privacy.

“I was just thinking about you.” he says, trying his best to whisper so he doesn’t wake up anyone in the house, “I was hoping you’d be up so I can see you.”

You smile and nod your head, “I’ll meet you outside.”

Tess is laying on the couch as she falls asleep, so you tap her leg and wait for her to open her eyes, “Go lay in my bed. I’ll be up in a minute.”

You watch Tess as she slowly walks upstairs and into your room, then you turn around to head out of the front. It’s only been a few hours since you’ve seen John, but you’re more than a little excited to see him since you’re getting married tomorrow. You slide your feet into your sandals, then you almost run down the driveway to see John. You smile wide when you see John standing at the end of the driveway waiting for you, and you run a little faster to jump into his arms and wrap your legs around his waist.

John laughs as he stumbles back a little, “You look so small in my suit.”

“I was being you.” you laugh, then you kiss John, “I was pretending to be Mr. Wick.”

“Yeah? And what does that look like?”

You puff out your chest a little and walk around, then you try your hardest to talk in a deep voice, “I love to bind books. My dog? His name is Bleu. He’s a good dog. Have you heard I’m engaged? She’s the love of my life. I call her peach all the time,” you stand on your tiptoes and put your arm on John’s shoulder, “Let me tell you, her ass…it’s out of this world.”

“Okay,” John laughs as he shakes his head, “I would never say that to someone. You look pretty cute though, peach.”

“Ah, I can’t take it anymore.” you whine loudly as you jump up so John can hold you, “I miss you.”

“You’ve been very clingy lately.” he laughs, and you lean back when he tries to kiss you, “No, no, I love it.”

“This is the first time in a long time that I’ve had to sleep without you.” you lean forward to kiss him, then you wrap your arms around him tighter, “Tess is actually sleeping in our bed.”

John laughs, “Figures.”

“I don’t like to be alone!” you laugh as you get down, “I’m gonna sleep on your side though. I can’t wait to snuggle into your pillow and smell your cologne and shampoo.”

The way John is looking at you right now, you already know what's going through his head: he wants to have sex with you. He always gets this certain look in his eyes.

Reaching out for John's waist, you pull him closer to you and tilt your head back so you can kiss him passionately and tide him over for a few more hours. The problem now is that you're getting turned on when his hands begin to explore your body. He wraps his arms around you and carefully tries to lay you down on the ground, but you stay frozen in place.

“Lay down,” John whispers as he kisses your neck.

“On the grass?” you ask, and John nods his head. “Isn't it wet?”

John sits down on the ground and puts his hand in the grass, “No, so come here.”

You hold John's hands as you straddle his waist, then he immediately starts to unbutton the front of your shirt. He pulls it open to see you're wearing a lacy black bra and your breasts are nearly in his face, which John loves. From the light of the moon, you can see John just enough as he pulls down the lace of your bra to expose your nipple. He kisses down your breast to your nipple, then he flicks his tongue over it slowly, and it elicits a small moan from you when he sucks on it.

“You love them, don’t you?”

John smiles, looking up at you, “You have amazing tits.”

“Tits.” you laugh as you look down at him sucking on your nipple, “I love that you always say tits.”

Keeping a tight grip on you, John lays flat on his back and moves your hair out of your face so he can look at you as you slowly grind against him. Placing one hand in the grass and one on John’s chest, you maintain eye contact with him as you slowly rub yourself against the growing erection in his pants. His hands move from your thighs to your ass, and he pushes you down on him so he can feel you more. You're not going to have sex with John on your front lawn, though it's very tempting. You press a kiss to John's lips, then you sit up straight and smile when he stares blankly at you.

“I should probably head inside.” you say, and you start to laugh when John pulls you flush against his chest again.

“Don't go yet.” he says, bucking his hips a little. You sit up as you roll your hips against John, and he closes his eyes and bites his lip. “No one can see us, it's pitch black out. Keep going.”

“And what? You're just gonna come in your pants?” you ask, and John smiles at you, bucking his hips under you. “Oh, you are? Okay, well, I can help with that.”

The friction between you and John as you roll your hips is turning you on even more, and when he slides his hands up your chest and onto your breasts, you begin to roll your hips faster. He pulls the lace from over your other breast and sits up to suck on your nipple as you continue to grind on him.

“Fuck,” you push John down and scoot down so you can pull him out of his pajama pants. You quickly pull his cock free from his boxers as he watches, then you pull your pants off and move your underwear to the side so you can sink down on him, “Yes!”

“Oh, shit.” John moans, then he shakes his head, “You're killing me, baby. You're killing me.”

It’s quiet outside, which means your voices will carry -- which means your moans will carry. As you continue rolling your hips, John sucks on his thumb, then he reaches down to rub circles on your clit, and you immediately press both hands to your mouth to muffle the moans.

“You wanna scream, don’t you?” John asks, sliding his hands to your waist to help you bounce up and down on him, “Fucking scream for me.”

“I can’t.” you manage to choke out, squeezing your eyes shut as the pleasure begins to take over. “God damn, you feel so good between my legs.”

John chuckles softly, “You know the best thing about it being so quiet out here?”

“What?” you ask, breathlessly.

“I can hear how wet you are for me.” he says, and your eyes roll shut as you tilt your head back and moan.

Holding tight to your waist as you roll your hips, John bends his knees and begins to jerk them with no restraint. The sound of John's hips slapping against your ass gets louder the faster he moves them, and he wraps his arms around you tight as he lets out a thunderous moan and spills inside of you as you come moments after him.

You lean your head against John's chest and laugh, “That was the last time we'll ever have sex as an unmarried couple.”

“It was good.” he says, leaning up to kiss you.

“I did not think…” you swallow hard to try and slow your breathing, “We’d have sex in our front yard, but there’s a first time for everything.”

Wincing a little as you slide off of John, you hold tight to his hands as he helps you stand up, then he keeps his hand on your thigh so you don't fall over when you put your pants back on. He stuffs himself into his pants and groans loudly as he gets up, then he laughs when he sees the grass has an imprint of his body in it.

John looks down at his watch and sighs a little, “I’m gonna let you go so you can get some sleep. I can’t wait to see you in the morning, and I can’t wait to hold you and kiss you. I can’t fucking wait to marry you.”

“This is where I say something cheesy like, ‘I’ll be the one in white’.” you laugh as you lean up to kiss John. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Jonathan. I love you.”

“I love you more.” he says, and the two of you slowly back away until your fingers lose touch. “I’m gonna wait here until I know you get in the house safely.”

You let out a small laugh and blow a kiss to John before you turn around to head up to the house. You get to the door and look back at the end of the driveway to see John still standing there watching you. Since it’s a little after midnight now, you don’t really want to yell, but since it’s so quiet out, you can hear John as he whispers loudly.

“Goodnight, baby. I love you.” John whispers loudly, and you smile as you wave. “Make sure you lock up.”

“I love you.” you blow him another kiss, and he waves as you close the door and lock it. You head upstairs to find Tess sprawled out on your side of the bed, which you’re more than fine with since you want to snuggle with John’s pillow.

After heading into the bathroom to go pee, brush your teeth, and wash your face, you change into your pajamas and carefully crawl into bed so you don’t wake up Tess. You pull the blankets over yourself, then you bury your face in John’s pillow and inhale deeply, smiling to yourself because tomorrow…you become Mrs. Wick.

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Emerald Tree Boa [Izuku]

Naga!Izuku Midoriya x Reader

It wasn’t often that people got the chance to meet a naga, humans were often hostile towards things that were unknown to them, and nagas naturally liked to be left alone to their devices. Though nagas understood that humans were different from one another and varied with different ideals, it never meant that they should underestimate them nor see them all as being the same. Humans were definitely weaker than nagas, but what they lacked in strength they made up for with craft and strategy. While one half of humanity agreed that nagas were monsters that should be wiped off the face of the earth, the other side that was more understanding towards these creatures denied the statement, nagas were living beings just like them and they had no right to decide which creatures or beings had the right to roam the earth.

When you were young, you could remember asking your grandmother about her old childhood friend that she once had. Whenever your parents were busy with something you’d peek in on them to make sure they were really busy before running over to your grandmother, your little legs carrying your small body through the house until you found her. Sometimes you caught her reading in her bed, sewing on her rocking chair, or baking some goodies in the kitchen, and no matter what she was doing you’d give a light tug on her skirt and ask ‘Grandma, can you tell me that story again? The one with your childhood friend that had a long body?’.

She’d always laugh jovially and say “Again? Are you sure (Y/n)?”, and when you gave an eager nod she’d pat your head before leaning down to kiss your forehead and lead you towards the nearest chair to sit you down.

She would smile at you before going back to what she was doing, and a distant look would manifest in her eyes as a gentle warm smile made its way to her lips, then she’d begin to tell the story.

“It was a sunny bright day, birds sang, children played, and the town was full of cheer and chatter. But yet, I couldn’t find it within myself to put on a smile, for you see I overheard some other little girls say mean things about me the other day and they were planning on pulling a mean old trick on me that day. It made me very sad and very, very, afraid. So I left my home and ran to my hidden little treehouse, I remember crying into my rag doll because I hardly had any friends and I was fearful of telling my parents, afraid that they would shrug me off because they were already busy with my wild little brother.

I also couldn’t find it within myself to bother them, they had enough work as it is, so I kept the fear hidden and tried to make it seem like I was okay with the other children. So I sat in my little treehouse and I cried and cried… until I heard a twig snap, with fear now instilled in me my first reaction was to freeze up and stop my breathing, I was afraid that those mean girls have found my little treehouse somehow, but then a different girl that I have never seen appeared.

She looked very curious, but also worried, that was when she first spoke to me, “Are you sad?”, she asked. While stunned for a moment I couldn’t help but nod as she asked again, “Why are you sad?”, I then told her about the other little girls that were being mean to me, she frowned and told me, “That’s mean! You seem like a nice person to be with, they don’t need you”. And her words immediately cheered me up, I couldn’t help but already feel so close to the girl, but when she came closer to be that was when I noticed the long tail she had that made up the lower portion of her body, I was so in awe that I didn’t notice how nervous she got by revealing herself to me she when she asked if I was scared of what she was I said, “Oh no! Not at all! I am just very memorized by your beautiful tail”.

It was from that day forward that we became the closest of friends, she was a beautiful creature of nature, and I am so grateful that I got the chance to meet her. We’d make games together that would fit both of our skills together, we’d brush each other’s hair, sing and tell each other the latest gossip of our homes, she’d let me lay on her tail and I’d let her rest her head on my lap. It was like that as we got older too, but one day I was sadly being sent away to get married to a man by my aunt when my parents passed away when that disease was spreading throughout the country.

She said that since I was at the right age to get married, I should just stay a housewife and get married to a stranger, that man was older than me and he was a mean bully. I told my friend about this and she was so angry that she told me that I should come with her in the heat of the moment, I was so distraught that I told her I couldn’t leave my younger brother behind no matter how much I wanted to leave, and she sympathized with me and told me if I knew where the man lived, I told her everything in detail. I never knew that she’d hatch a plan to get me and my brother out of the town.

I had to stay at the mean man’s house for a while, a long while until the day we were to wed, in the duration of that time he would always yell at me and hurt me, but I endured it for the sake of having my young brother under my aunt’s roof. Then the day before the wedding my friend appeared in my window, in a panic I asked what she was doing here, and she told me, “I’d never leave you behind Lidiya”. She had me hurry and pack my stuff so that I could run away, I was also surprised to learn that she also had my brother with her and during the time I was trapped in the man’s home she was trying to befriend him so he could leave my aunt’s house and run away with me.

She made a plan just for me to get out of the man’s clutches and free my brother from our aunt’s home, she lead us away from the town to a railroad, and gave me the box of money I had stored for my brother, she told me to leave and never come back to the town. I remember asking her; “Aren’t you coming with us?”, and she told me that she couldn’t, the season in which animals hibernate was coming soon and she wouldn’t be able to travel far. It was a bittersweet moment we shared, I couldn’t help but look back at her when we were leaving….

It was the last time I ever saw her, but I keep our memories close to my heart”, she would finish her story there. Her eyes always looked glossy, but she had a content smile on her lips as she stared off in a distance. You always had a feeling there was something more in their relationship, but you never pried into it.

Now as a young woman you occasionally wondered if you’d ever get the chance to meet a naga, while you were curious about them, you also couldn’t help but wonder if you would have the chance to form a relationship with a naga the same way your grandmother did. In the town you grew up in you didn’t mind the fact that many of the youth your age saw you as an outcast, in fact if gave you more time to divulge in your devices and be yourself as they left you out of many activities they participated in. It left your parents worried for a while, but your good impressions with the older generation quelled their worries for a while, most were around your grandmother's age and they were often kind to you since your lively and youthful energy impressed them for the most part.

But after picking up your grandfather's skill in making glass art pieces, you became a bit well known in your town alongside your grandfather, you were becoming his protege for his little shop. It was all going nicely, and today was your day off, still though you felt a little restless. You nodded silently to yourself as you walked to the little shack that your grandpa had around near the river. In the back of your yard was a little dirt road that led to it, in the shack was the same equipment your grandpa had in the shop to make the glass pieces.

You were greeted with quite the surprise when you approached your shack, there was a long huge tail, green in color and as you followed the tail it led to your eyes landing on the top half of the tail. It was then where it clicked in your mind that this was a naga, and it was a male, but rather than panic you carefully watched. He didn’t seem threatening, he looked more curious if anything, and his hair was green and well as his eyes, you also took note of the freckles on his cheeks. He was looking at one of your glass pieces, a bunny that had green speckles all over it, he was also mumbling to himself, eyes glistening with curiosity and awe, you smiled at his seemingly gentle nature as he carefully held the glass piece.

“You can have it if you want”, you suddenly say, making the naga jolt with a yelp as the glass bunny slipped from his fingers, he made a sound that was between a wheeze and his as he frantically tried to catch the glass.

You watched with worry as a hand raised to your mouth until the naga firmly grasped the glass bunny and turned towards you, “U-Uh IMSOSORRY”, he quickly apologizes, you give a relieved smile.

“Sorry that I scared you there, I should’ve announced my presence in a different manner”, you chuckle as you rub the back of your neck.

“Um well, I was intruding on your property”, he sheepishly says as he looked down at the painted bunny in his hands, he slithered up to you, passing you your mini artwork, “Here, you made it right? I should give it back”

You silently stared at the glass bunny, before smiling up at him and closing his fingers around the object before gently pushing his hands towards him, “Like I said, you can have it if you want, my little pieces in there were me practicing different techniques”.

The naga blushed as he began to stutter, “A-ah! A-are you sure? I mean, you probably spent hours on these things!”.

“It’s fine, I can make plenty of more”, you chirp, before stretching your hand to him, “I’m (Y/n) by the way, (Y/n) (L/n)”.

He stared at you for a bit before smiling and taking your hand in his and shakes it, “I’m Izuku, Izuku Midoriya”

It was the start of a newfound friendship.

~~~

You smiled as you set down the newly made glass piece, it was a gift for your newly made scally friend Ochaco, “Do you think she’ll like it Deku?”, you turned to the emerald boa as you wiped the sweat off your cheek.

“I am sure she would, I mean you did go as far as to ask me what she would like, I’m sure she’ll appreciate it”, Izuku smiles.

While Izuku was a bit nervous about introducing his naga friends, but you encouraged him to let you meet them, they also did the same thing when he told them about you. Ochaco Urakra was a Slaty Gray snake, and Tenya Iida was a Blue Racer, you were in awe of their appearance and couldn’t help but compliment them about it, they also returned the gesture despite not really grasping human terms well. Still, you became fast friends with the two and you kept them hidden from anyone who visited your home and work shack, it has been months now.

So when you heard that it was nearing Ochaco’s hatching day, you decided to make her a glass piece since she always loved watching you work on them. You were also mildly surprised that they could still go out during the winter, but Izuku informed you that they would have more restrictions on how far they could go out and how far they could go after telling you.

So with a smile you carefully moved the glass in your hands, it was a star mimicking one that shined, it was transparent for the most part but it did have sprinkles of pink dots here and there. “Yeah I did, didn’t I, still I really hope she likes it”, you hum.

“She did say she liked stargazing that one night you decided to work late”, he points out.

“Ah~ you got me there”, you both laugh as you set down the gift carefully on the shelf before putting other glassworks in front of it to hide it.

“Uraraka is also pretty excited, I know Iida got her something, I also have her gift ready for her back in my den, I just hope they don’t make a surprise visit there since I am still trying to wrap it “, Izuku sheepishly admits as you chuckle.

“Speaking of Iida, how is he doing? Last I heard from Uraraka his brother was in a scuffle before he too got in touch with the perpetrator along with yourself and another friend of yours”, you say, a hint of worry seeping into your tone.

“Oh, yeah, that… Well Iida is improving now, and his brother is doing better, still he can’t exactly move his tail though and usually needs help getting around, the other naga that was causing the problems”, he explained, momentarily recalling your worried state when he came back from the incident with a few scrapes and bruises.

“That’s good! You guys had me worried ya’ know”, you tease as Izuku began to fluster.

“A-Ah I’m so sorry (Y/n)! Oh geez!-”

“Izuku it’s fine, you’re forgiven silly, but~... promise to come to be when you get into scuffles alright? I worry about you, ya know”, you pout, Izuku gave you a sheepish smile as you stretched before looking up at the sky. “I better get home then, it’s getting late, good night Izuku”, you waved at the naga who waved back.

“Night (Y/n)”, he smiles.

“Hmm~ Oh and Izuku…”, you call out to the naga once more, making him raise his head at you, “...stay safe, yeah?”, you smile as he chuckled lightly.

“I’ll try”, he finally says, making you grin before walking off, when you left a frown formed on his lips as he felt a small tug at his heart. Something about you leaving always bothered him.

As he left your home he made sure to do a quick search around your house for any pests or strangers before leaving to group up with his friends. Upon arriving Ochaco and Tenya greeted Izuku cheerfully, “Deku!/Midoriya!”

“Ah-! Oh Hi Uraraka, Tenya, where are the others?”, Izuku asked, looking around the meeting area.

“Mr. Aizawa said that some might come late since some of our fellow members are dealing with gathering resources or trespassers”, Tenya explained.

“Yeah, from what I heard; Shigaraki and his league have been snooping around our borders, it’s kinda scary~”, Ochaco pouts before looking at Izuku who was looking at the ground. Frowning at her friend's mild distress she asked, “Are you worried about (Y/n)? I know her village is near the borders right? I worry for her too...”, Ochaco frowned at the thought of her human friend being hurt by the rogue nagas.

“W-...Was it that obvious?”, Izuku asked as he looked between the blue racer and slaty gray nagas as he crossed his arms around his face.

“You did reveal your affections for the human awhile back, so it did become easier to tell when you think about (L/n), Midoriya”, Tenya points out.

Izuku felt his face warm up as he looked away, “Ah-ha, I forgot I did that~”, he dryly recalled before looking down again, “Still though, I just… don’t know if I can tell her…”, he sadly frowns.

Ochaco smiled as she shook Izuku, making him yelp, “You won’t know if you don’t try! Besides, I’m sure (L/n) likes you too! I know it, call it a woman’s intuition!”

“I don’t think that’s how it works Uraraka!!”, Tenya panicked while he tried to stop Ochaco shaking the poor emerald boa.

Once she let go Izuku’s world spun before he fell back.

“Midoriya!”

“AHH! DEKU I’M SO SORRY!”

~~~

Izuku was determined today, for he finally decided that today was the day he would confess to you. “What’s the worst that could happen…”, he thinks before he recalls Tenya’s words.

“If all else fails, she is likely to reject you Midoriya”

Izuku mentaly cried at the thought of being outright rejected as he inhaled deeply before looking down at the tulips in his hand, Shoto helped him make a bouquet of them, and while the majority consisted of red tulips there were some yellow ones included. With one more deep breath he appeared from behind the rock formation that was a few feet away from your work shack, “H-hey (Y/n), how was you-”

“Oh I’m sorry Izuku but my granddaughter is not here”, a kind voice speaks as the elderly woman’s eyes crinkled as she smiled, “I have to say though, it feels like history is repeating itself in a better way”, the elderly woman jovally laughed as she looked down at the scarf she was knitting.

Izuku nearly jumped out of his skin, but her words about history repeating itself caught his attention and well as the revelation of her being your grandmother, “Wh-what? So you’re (Y/n) grandma?”, he says absently.

“I am, it is great to meet you Izuku, (Y/n) has talked about you so much you know~”, the elderly woman smiled as she continued knitting.

Izuk blushed before recalling her words, “If I may ask Mrs. what do you mean about ‘history repeating itself’?”, he asked.

She smiled as she explained, “You see, when I was younger I made friends with a naga called Lidiya, we grew up together you see, and she saved me from an awful place but in the act of doing so I was forced to leave her behind”, she still smiled kindly as she spoke, “I dearly miss her, sometimes I wonder if she still alive… but I am content with my life and all the memories I had with her, and now that I see what my granddaughter has been up to I feel happy for her!”.

Izuku stared in awe at your grandmother her laughed jovally before gesturing to the bouquet of flowers behind his back, “Those flowers are for her yes?”, she asked.

“Y-yes~”, Izuku admits sheepishly before perking up as your grandmother gently pats his head.

“Don’t worry too much Izuku, I know she’ll return your affections”, she says as she stands up.

“How do you know?”, he asked, genuinely curious and slightly anxious.

“It’s in the way she talks about you, how she talks about you… but most importantly it’s in the way her eyes twinkle when she speaks about you Izuku”, she smiled, and then they heard your footsteps as you called out.

“Grandma! Do you need help getting back home- Huh? Oh Izuku you’re here!”, you chirp as you wave at him, Izuku waved back as he hid the bouquet behind his back before you turned to look back at your grandmother who was already walking to the house.

“I’m fine dear, Izuku is such a nice boy, you should’ve introduced me to him sooner”, she chuckled as you blushed.

“Grandma!”, you panic before sheepishly smiling back at Izuku, “She didn’t say anything too embarrassing did she?”, you ask.

Izuku only smiled, “She didn’t”.

“Great!”, you smile before getting inside your work shed, the routeing continuing as you and Izuku spoke about what has been going on and about your days until Izuku remembered the flowers.

“Hey, (Y/n)...”, Izuku called to you.

“Yes Izu- Oh!”, you gape at the bouquet of tulips shown in your direction as Izuku hid his face behind them.

“I-... I’ve been meaning to tell you this for a while- but I- I didn’t know how to get around it so…!”, Izuku looked up at you with a very red face while you stared at him with wide eyes, “(Y/n)... I- I really -REALLY- l-love you!”, he squeezes his eyes shut, waiting for your response.

“Izuku…”, you trail off, seeing him flince made your heart race as you smiled at him, taking the tulips you grin when his head shot up to look at you,”... I love you too!”

Izuku stared at you, blown back by your answer before tears filled his eyes as he went to hug you, “(Y/N)!”, he cried as he nuzzled into your neck. You laughed as you hugged him back.

~~~

Extra:

After the revelations of your shared feelings for one another you decided to show Izuku something, “Are your eyes closed?”, you ask.

“Yep, I promise”, Izuku assures you as you pull down the cloth on your masterpiece.

“Okay… now open them!”, you smile as Izuku slowly opened his eyes before gapping at the art work before him.

It was a coiled up Emerald Tree Boa coiled that was around your height with green speckles all over it.

“I’m not exactly done with it, but it’s a gift I was crafting for you for when I confessed, but you know, you beat me to the punch”, you chuckle.

“(Y/n), it’s amazing”, Izuku assured you as he held your hands.

A smile formed on your lips as tears filled your eyes, “Thanks Izuku”.

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