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aethelwyneleigh27 · 25 days
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Ex-husband!Simon "Ghost" Riley Drabble
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Hi lovelies! Lia here again, I've been quite busy with school so I hope you guys can be a little patient with content since I've been stuck on a slump and there's a lot of things I'm currently busy with at the moment because of school despite posting so much last week. Here's the weekly content and I hope you all enjoy :)
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Brainrot, Ex-husband!Simon "Ghost" Riley who decided he wanted to get a divorce with you because things weren't working out between the both of you, so you had to share custody of your daughter.
You managed to get yourself together, having no time to grieve that part of you that he took with him because you had a little one depending on you. You loved that girl for all she was, however she brings you and Simon together.
Not that you resent her for it, god no, it wasn't her fault you and your husband couldn't see eye to eye.. that he refused to retire after everything, maybe it was just your paranoia getting to you. You couldn't stand the fear anymore, the fear of one day he's not the one you'll see when you open the front door but Price.
You forgot how difficult it was doing this on your own until now, you could barely get up, your head was actually killing you. You pushed through, making your daughter breakfast.
You felt like you were about to throw up, ears started to ring and everything else felt numb. The next thing you know was your eyes rolling back and everything going black, the last thing you heard was your toddler panicking, calling you over and over on the verge of crying.
All while you were unconscious, your little one runs to your room to look for your phone to call her dad.
"Listen I know we—" Simon said expecting you on the phone before getting cut off by his daughter..
"Dada! Momma's dead, dada. Momma's not breathing!" In a panic, she cried it out like a mantra. Simon was in a panic, he got up from where he was and was speeding towards what used to be your shared home.
The next thing you know, you were hearing the beeps of a heart monitor. All your senses were working, all except sight.. you didn't have enough energy to open them, in the coldness of your whole body from the well ventilated room, you felt warmth on your hand.
It was all too familiar, calloused but so gentle and warm. Simon.. it was Simon. All while processing this situation, all that's going through Simon's head are the what ifs.
"Fucking hell, help her.. My wife, she's been unconscious for thirty minutes. She's breathing but it's faint and she's burning" Simon almost yelled in a full panic, he was doing his best not to snap at the hospital staff but how couldn't he? Hadn't even realized that he called you something you weren't anymore, the title he took with him.
Your little one holding her dad's hand in the waiting room, she was observant, an emotionally intelligent little girl who holds her dad's hand. Simon keeps reminding himself to calm down, how much his bumblebee must be terrified, far more than he was so he takes her in his arms.
Sooner or later they were allowed to enter, doctor said you were stabilized and only collapsed from a horrid fever and so much fatigue. Thinking of losing you, just like that with no warning would be the second time Simon would lose you.
Now watching you unconscious, IV tube connected to you because of course you haven't been eating well either. It made him rethink everything, was it a mistake to give you those papers? Was it worth it losing the one person in his life who he would give his life for with no hesitation?
All he could do for now was sit next to you, no matter how long it takes for you to wake up because he doesn't have the strength to leave, maybe in a day or two but not now..
Part 2 anyone?
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Single mom reader x daughter (5 year old) and Spencer misses her dance recital and when he goes to make it up to her she calls him dad “daddy…I looked for you in the crowd” “why did you have to leave again”
One of the first things you learned about Spencer was how his job worked. It was something he was very clear about being on his list of cons when it came to dating. Honestly, it didn't phase you. Not when there were some men who lived in the same city that would spend less time with you than Spencer. He was dedicated, loyal, kind, funny, romantic, witty, and not at all put off by your daughter.
Maisie fell in love maybe faster than you did. He's so great with her. Always willing to read her stories and listen to her chatter.
At five, she's a little worse at understanding his schedule than you are. Sometimes he'll be at dinner three nights in a row, and other times, you won't see him for a week.
It's why she sobs into your shoulder on the way to your car after her dance recital. "I looked and he wasn't there." She complains.
You bounce her up and down, soothing her. "Baby, it's okay. We talked about how Spencer can't always be here with us, and momma was there."
She nods, letting you buckle her into the car seat. "I know, and he always comes back."
You tap her on the nose. "You're my smart little girl. Should we get ice cream on the way home?"
"Please, please, please!" She cheers, already forgetting about her disappointment. Oh, to have a five-year-old's brain.
She's happier with ice cream, but it might not have been the best time to pump her full of sugar, so you let her race up the stairs to burn off some energy.
She squeals when you round the corner to your apartment door, and you're immediately concerned, quickly speeding up to catch up with her to see what's wrong.
It's not a bad squeal, it's a Spencer's-here squeal.
He looks like shit if you were being honest, sunken features from not sleeping, but he's smiling, and he's got ice cream.
You greet him with a quick kiss after he's finished hugging Maisie before unlocking your apartment. She keeps looking between the snacks he brought and you, gaining the confidence to ask. "Can I have a second ice cream?"
It's already nine, so you shake your head. "You can have some for breakfast tomorrow if you're in bed in 10 minutes." You challenge her.
"Can Spencer read to me?" She asks hopefully, looking up at him with puppy eyes. You can't say no to them usually, and he definitely can't.
"Of course." He jumps in to say. "I missed it."
She beams at him for a second before she races off, leaving you with him, your perfect boyfriend. "Hi." You say, chest to chest with him as he pulls you closer to him by your waist.
"I've missed you, too." He tells you. "And this." You don't have a chance to ask what he means before his lips are firmly on yours.
"They'll be more of that to come after you've had a long sleep." You tell him, winking at him.
He grins happily, nodding. "I'm going to go read a very quick story then." He says.
You go with him after putting the ice cream in the freezer, kissing Maisie on the forehead and telling her you're proud of her and that you love her before leaving Spencer with her for a story.
"Can I ask something?" She asks him, pulling her covers up to her chin. It's after her bedtime story, and he half assumes she's doing it to stay up later.
He nods, sitting on the edge of her bed. "Anything you want, little one."
"Why do you always have to go working?" She asks with a pout. "I wanted you to come to my dance, and I looked for you in the crowd, daddy."
She doesn't even realize what she's just said, and she definitely doesn't understand the enormity of it for him. It's one title he hasn't had, until now. With the perfect child of his perfect girlfriend, life has never been better.
He's tearful at that one word, but he avoids showing it too much to her. "I know, and I'm sorry. Maybe I can get a special showing tomorrow?"
"Yes!" She agrees, like it's the best idea ever she's ever heard. Her little face lights up and it's one of the most beautiful things he's ever seen.
"I can't wait." He tells her. "But you've got to sleep so you'll have energy tomorrow." She nods in agreement and he leans down to kiss her forehead. "Sleep well, princess."
Spencer's upset, almost sleeping already, and he tiptoes out of her room before heading to yours.
Something's wrong when he walks in. He's teary-eyed with a wide smile, looking like something big has just happened.
"What's up?" You ask curiously.
"She called me dad." He says, still in shock.
You open your mouth, mirroring his shock before smiling. "Spencer... thank you." You decide on saying. "You're the best thing to happen to her."
He shakes his head. "No, you're both the best things to happen to me."
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Truck Kun Sent Me to Jesus
Brasko's Badger Kitchen
By Sky or Fire
Of Forest and Fires
I'm still deciding on a title, haven't settled on it beyond the working title, Truck Kun Sent Me to Jesus, the others are ones that I've been mulling over. @harshwrites and everyone else, have fun
Chapter 1
Between Life, Death, and All Things
Finding himself in sudden darkness didn’t alarm him. Nor did the sense of weightless. Or even the strange inkling that he could make direction and orientation be whatever he chose. No, the alarm was caused by the sudden appearance of a cloud the same coloration of the horse head nebula...and its greeting.
“Congratulations! You’ve lost the game!”
“Wait, wait, what?” Benni reeled.
“You’re dead!”
“I’m sorry. What?!”
“You died. And because of your untimely demise-”
“Hold on, hold on, back up because we’re not just going to speed past that. What do you mean, I’m dead?” Though as Benni considered his surroundings, it made a certain modicum of sense, “But...I- I was just...drinking coffee...”
“I know little buddy. Its a big thing to realize,”
The cloud reformed itself into a friendlier appearance. A hand formed creating a tiny little maelstrom in it. A fresh mug of coffee popped into existence and the cloud nudged it towards Bosco. He took it in numb, trembling fingers as the information sunk in. The cloud radiated a soft sorrow and waited as he took a sip.
“So. I’m dead. That’s it.”
“You got hit by a semi truck little buddy.”
“But, I was in a coffee shop...”
“Those trucks can’t stop on a dime, and if one loses control, there's not much that can stop it. With the book you were reading and your music, you didn’t notice till the shadow was practically on top of you. By then, it was done. Over in an instant. Your body didn’t suffer.”
“Oh. I’m dead.
"I am sorry for your loss. But! Good news! You weren’t on the list for the casualty report. Well, you weren’t on our list of casualties. You weren’t supposed to be. And since you died before your time clock was supposed to be punched, the gods have seen fit to reincarnate you.
We’re sending you to a whole new world! Its got magical amenities that mimic the level of comfort you had back home but in a gentle, ish; fantasy vibe. Think the best aspects of cottage core mixed with solar punk.” The Cloud comforted sounding for all the world like they were announcing a prize on a game show.
“I don’t know if I fully understand what that means. Hold on, wait, how was I supposed to died?”
“Let me see,” An immense photo album appeared and the pages opened, flitting rapidly with a whisper of shuffling cards, “Ah, here we go. Death by clown. Looks like you dodged a bullet there.”
“A clown,” Benni thought for a moment, “Do you mean Harry?”
“Yes, actually, I forgot you knew him. He was going to build up your trust in him before making his move. Harry was going to stuff you in his basement while wearing his clown outfit. It wasn’t going to be quick.”
Damn, that's a relief and a half.” Benni sighed.
“For you, absolutely. For us in the Immortal Realms? It’s a lot of paperwork. The Angel of Death doesn’t often make mistakes, but the Angel of Circumstance is a whole other story.” The Cloud sounded frustrated for a brief moment.
“So I’m going to another world. Okay. Okay okay. Can you answer a few questions for me?”
“No harm in it, where you’re heading has a concept of different dimensions. As long as you don’t ask about what happens after True Death, I’ll do my best.”
“Great. Fantastic, awesome. What happens in the book I was reading? I was getting to the climax of the story and I’m dying to find out….” Benni trailed off for a second, “You know what I mean.”
The Cloud laughed for a moment before settling back in, taking a second coffee mug out for Benni before settling back to answer, “I’ll see to it that the book is waiting for you. I’m not one for giving out spoilers. Whats your other question?”
“Even better, I can reread it and find out for myself. Awesome. What happens to the human race? What becomes of them on my home planet?”
“You’re settling in to this new paradigm well. That’s going to help you in the next world. Things can be a little more black and white there. Now, the humans back home, you won’t get to see it, even if you pick one of the longer lived races in character creation, dimensional travel tends to do to travelers what a paper shredder does to your bills. But, they’re on track to grow as a people and they are on track to become an integral part of the greater Galactic Community.”
Benni thought about this. While he did, he took sips of his coffee and floated cross legged in the wide expanse of emptiness. He’d always been the wallflower never the sunflower. If he was heading to another world, maybe he could change that. Benni laughed to himself. No, no, he’d keep his introverted ways. But he could do to make better friends with the booksellers. And he could find work he truly loved. That would be better. This all sounded like a healthy move for him.
“Thank you, that’s comforting to learn about them. I’m glad things get better for the other humans. Will I ever get to see outer space in the next world?”
The Cloud seemed to smile and brushed a hand across his cheek, “That and so many wonders more. Are you ready to get to work?”
“Work?” Benni asked, confused.
“I’m your personal reincarnation assistant. I am both one of the oldest and first members in my division, number thirty four. I am kind of an expert in this field. Ears open and ready to listen little buddy? We’ve got a lot to go through.”
“Oh. Uh, yeah, yeah go ahead.”
The Cloud pulled out a book but didn’t open it yet. It also popped out a pen and clipboard with a notepad clipped in. They set the book to orbit near where Benni had to guess their head would be. Not that he could tell the difference from one segment of cloud mass to another.
“Buckle up little buddy and don’t interrupt. There are a few things that are not within my power to grant, nor the power of the gods. I doubt even the long slumbering Primal Entities from the Beginning of All Things have the power either.
First of all, where you’re heading there’s magic and abilities based on that. Because you were born in something of a magic free world, you’re gaining powers based on what killed you. I understand that’s kind of a sick joke but its a Fundamental Law. Even the oldest in the Immortal Realms understand why that is.
Two, because you’re coming from a science based realm and not a magic based one, you’re about to have a predetermined user interface installed that will help you integrate into the next world until you are fully and truly settled in. That one is something we in the Immortal Realms set up. Its not fair for you to die in your home world and then wake up in the next with little to no buffer.
It will help you to identify things, understand your powers, and translate the world at large. Installing a new language pack is tricky to do without scrambling your brain like an egg. When we set up your new body here in a moment, you will be a walking translator. It’s not going to be part of your six abilities or four boons, its something that will be intrinsically you. Doing okay so far?”
Benni was reeling from the massive information dump. It was just as much to take in as finding out he was dead. He thought about some of the games he used to play between books.
There was one thing that always stuck out to him in the stories, “What about an inventory system?”
“That is pretty much impossible, and a lot more work to put together something even close when dimension bags exist.”
“Oh. Okay, so something I’d have to purchase. Got it.”
“Now don’t you give me that mopey dog face little buddy. Look, let me make a quick phone call, I’ve got an idea I think might work based on your file,” The Cloud dimmed as it reached out to Benni didn’t even know where.
He thought about what they’d said. Gaining powers based on what killed him was kind of twisted but, in a way, kind of cool. The thought about the creation of the universe threw him for a loop but, he reckoned it would be best not to dwell on that.
Benni imagined that going from a magic based world to a science based one would likely be a whole lot worse. He couldn’t even begin to fathom it. At least with his world there were plenty of stories with all their own unique magic systems.
Adjusting to one he himself was involved in would be a lot easier. Benni couldn’t even imagine how to write fiction about a science based world from the perspective of someone that lived in a magical one. Once the science got to a certain point, it was all magic, though, wasn’t it?
The cloud brightened, drawing his attention, “As your Personal Reincarnation Assistance and given the level of my seniority, I can grant you a boon. You won’t have a home or anything like that in the next world so my coworkers and I have worked with some local liaisons to set something up for you. This, is a home pack.”
The pack looked like a mountaineering pack with a number of essentials clipped or belted to it. The strangest part of it was the stove pipe with a conical cap jutting out of it by about three feet on one side. And what looked like the hearing bell of an early telephone clipped to the other. It felt like he was missing something.
“How does it work?”
“That’s a great question, we’ve created a five hundred acre pocket dimension inside that pack that contains a barn, a cottage, and a garden. Complete with garden spirit. Well. Former garden spirit.
You’ll be the only one able to enter the home pack unless you specify otherwise. Once per twenty eight hour period, the days there are twenty eight hours long you’ll have to adjust, while inside the pack you can teleport it to anywhere you’ve been before. While you are in the pack it cannot be moved by anyone, not even people that you’ve invited to enter it.
It is indestructible except perhaps by the inevitable heat death of the universe and as you get stronger up, it will too. Like the armor we’ll set up in character creation. Oh! And despite whatever happens on the outside, the contents inside will never get shaken up. Ready to become the newest version of you?”
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oblakovka · 4 months
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Maybe this will help me get back into writing, maybe not, but I thought I'd tell you a little bit about Regis Unclenched His Hand. Or RUHH for short.
Rating: Explicit: only suitable for adults Relationships: Gen (But that's a lie, I just don't know how to describe it. I'm planning a second installment as well (yes even without finishing the first one) and it will already have explicit M/M) Warnings: violence, rating for violence, rape, cannibalism, crime, gray morals and all the worst you can think of... Here's the gist of it.
World: 2015 or 2017, the action of the fanfic lasts a full year, but its backstory touches on years earlier. The world went on a different scenario than in the canon of development given some cataclysms, so the presence of monsters and in general human progress is highly distorted. Now there are very few monsters left in the world, witches are enlisted as a separate police unit. The higher vampires are registered and all this resembles racial segregation - separate documents, instances, all that, but without direct physical oppression not counting the ban on certain jobs. All intelligent creatures are listed in the registry. Plot: Events and fates of the characters are conditionally moved to a new time, new events are added to balance the resulting time holes. The history and essence of vampires has been reworked, the essence of mutations and adaptations has been reworked. Ciri is in special education, Geralt has never picked up a sword, and Regis has a background of open self-employment but lives mostly on old savings.
Regis and Geralt have been through a lot on their journey, but they don't know each other intimately - Regis has always been there for him when the situation calls for it, Geralt trusts him and leans on him when the troubles of breaking up with Yennefer, Vesemir's death, and other hardships of life weigh on him. Regis watches over his home, work, and life while Geralt comes to his senses. Regis killed Dettlaff five years ago, but Geralt doesn't know the reason. He was only slightly acquainted with Dettlaff, and knows only that Regis was undermined by it. They don't talk about it. A lot of things are taboo, but Geralt tries not to go overboard. Along with a new day begins new investigations and hardships, they go side by side, but soon Geralt realizes that something is wrong. Something is wrong with Regis, whom he cannot read, whose life and past he does not know, and whose thoughts seem like a creepy, scary forest. Now it's a race against time to find out what's going on in Regis's head and prevent something terrible from happening. But will Geralt make it in time? Or will he himself drown along with it? What happens when time runs out and it's too late?
This fanfic plans to be no more no less than 30 chapters + prologue and post-title, and it's all divided into three sections. The dry outline of the first chapter took 20 pages, just a little bit short of the author's page (a post-Soviet measure of text, usually 20-23 pages or 10-12 printer-printed sheets), so the average fanfic should be… 900 pages… yeah… I'm picky. Politics? Yeah. Economics? Yes. Law? Of course. Climate change, biological processes, yes, I've even written up the gut differences between Regis, Dettlaff and the Hidden. Vampire clans and new mutations of old monsters, political and social unrest and huge squabbles in the difference between the work of operatives and cops, who is where, how they work, and I was starting to compile a dictionary of the vampire language (I have problems with it). And I, of course, collected far from all the information - not even 10% of the whole scale. I tried really hard И… I don't know what it's for. I started this fanfic in 19, and all my fervor was used up in abusive socializing, where I was literally FORBIDDEN to write this fanfic. It was originally just a story about Dark!Regis, it had seven chapters tops, and do you have any idea HOW much this story has grown? I wish this fanfic was… I think it's awesome and deep, I'd like it to be my Magnum Opus. But sometimes I feel like I'm just not up to it. That it's stupid. If it were at least in English - it would probably have more weight, but…. here we are. I just wanted to create something I could be proud of. To be proud of. I have a bunch of spontaneous different sketches - here they are. There are sketches and lyrics. I've been trying to close the plot holes that Sapkowski created and that have extended further into the games, but maybe I'm taking on too much. It's not a difficult job - I'm really fascinated at times by the very idea of writing such a piece. It's just really hard for me to find a reason to do it. Here I think… is that it?
I don't even know, ugh… and what annoyed or frustrated you about the books and games? What would you have liked to see in these works, what themes did the authors leave untold and underdeveloped?
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(recently I've been trying to get myself to write more, so I wrote down a bunch of prompts and rolled some dice to get random combinations, and today it's "sakumahi" and "doing chores")
Mahiru is a very normal guy. 
He lives a normal life and has normal interests. He goes to a normal school. He has normal friends, and if there’s one among them to whom this doesn’t apply, he would never know. If Sakuya were to be honest – which he’s not exactly known for – he’d admit that Mahiru’s looks are very normal, too.
Sakuya has not been normal for a single day in his life. He slipped others’ glances when he was younger and demands their attention now; he carries the title of elite in one world and that of class clown in another. He used to disavow normalcy. He remembers, back when Tsubaki first took him home, back when he was not yet strong enough to do anything cool, anything not normal, that normalcy bored him, and sometimes it was enough to drown out the elation of feeling safe. 
Mahiru changed that. Because the thing about Mahiru, the thing that makes him the most basic guy in the world and extraordinary at once, the thing that has kept Sakuya by his side for close to a year now, is that he elevates normalcy into something beautiful. 
Being with Mahiru means paying attention in class, going to karaoke after school if time allows it, being invited over for dinner and sweeping the kitchen while waiting for it to be cooked. Sakuya learns how curry is made, how to hold a broomstick, how to load a dishwasher; things a normal life would have taught him, a life Mahiru makes him long for. It’s beautiful to him. 
(When he goes home after dinner and his throat is dry and his chest tight with desperate bloodthirst, he is reminded that this life will never be for him. But it’s easy to forget, as long as Mahiru is around.)
“Sakuya?” 
Mahiru is staring at him, piercingly enough to take Sakuya back from where his thoughts took him immediately. He’s clutching a broom, he realizes, and at his feet there’s a tiny pile of dust that he swept from the corners of the living room. 
“You’re not being particularly enthusiastic about sweeping,” Mahiru informs him, his voice laced with mock accusation, the kind of silly illusion only Sakuya can make him indulge in. 
“That’s not true,” Sakuya counters, “I am incredibly enthusiastic, Mahiru! Look at this!” 
He swings his broom in an overly dramatic fashion, nearly knocking himself off his own feet. It’s become second nature to hide behind exaggerations and childish antics, even when not telling any lies at all. 
And he wasn’t. He was being entirely truthful. Maybe, somehow, Mahiru knows; because the corners of his lips twitch and a second later he’s laughing that beautiful sunshine laugh of his, and there’s a deeply hidden sense of pride swelling in Sakuya’s chest at having caused it. 
“Dinner is ready,” He says. “You can continue sweeping after that if you love it so much.” 
“Fuck yes,” Sakuya replies, following along to the kitchen, accepting the chiding slap to his shoulder with a chuckle. 
Anything to play pretend a little longer.
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f-lvke · 9 months
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Title: A Bottle of Beer Goes a Long Way
At the bar. Again. But this time, not a drop of abestine had touched Lucas's lips. Instead, his eyes were on Andrew. He knew Andrew; he was Q's kid after all. And the Royal Family was no less than popular. As high as his family title was, Andrew seemed disheveled now.
His black hair was a mess, fluffed up in all the wrong places. The collar of his shirt was tattered. And his gray eyes had long since dulled, from a iridescent light gray to a slightly darker, harder shade. His lips remained in a frown, only moving to accommodate the bottle he kept bringing to them.
Which was another thing; Andrew wasn't here to chat, not in the least. The look in his eyes made it obvious that the bottle in his hand wasn't the first, and certainly not the last. Even Joan, the bartender, gave him a sad look every time he passed by Andrew's seat.
Lucas watched Andrew with keen eyes, only flicking them away when he thought he'd been caught. He knew it would be better to just talk to him, and not just observe. But it was what he was used to, especially with new people. Though, something about him seemed different. Maybe it was just because of the way Andrew just seemed so–
"Hey."
Lucas looked up, pulled from his train of thought. He hadn't realized Andrew had moved his seat closer. Nor had he realized that he wanted to speak to him.
"Uhm- hey." Lucas's cheeks dusted a soft purple as he spoke, embarrassment filling him.
"Can I buy you a drink?" Andrew's words were slurred at the edges, but it was easy enough to tell what he meant.
Lucas shook his head, resting his cheek in his hand.
"I have things to do tonight," he said, stifling a little yawn. "And shouldn't you as well? I mean, you must have someone or something to go home to.. you have kids and a wife, don't you?"
Lucas noticed the way Andrew gritted his teeth at /wife/, and it only made him more curious.
"Kids," Andrew took another sip of his drink. "No wife. Had one, once. But, it was never really… official."
Lucas nodded. "Is she the reason why you're here?"
Andrew scoffed, twirling the now empty bottle in his hands. "Not the only reason," Lucas raised a brow, and it only seemed to cause Andrew to continue. "I have to attend court soon. And I don't have a lawyer."
"What a shame..." Lucas mumbled. "I've been told I have a way with words, perhaps I could be a lawyer."
"You?" Andrew cocked his head with a teasing grin. "You don't even know what I'm in for."
Lucas shrugged. "You can tell me when you're sober. Then we can decide prices, times…"
"You seem very quick witted."
"Alas, I admit it."
"I bet you'll be quite the lawyer."
"So that's a yes?"
Andrew nodded, waving his hand to order another drink.
"And really, you should drink with me. What more could you have to do?"
Lucas gave a little sigh, watching Andrew take a deep swig of the fresh bottle. "The night is young. Many things can be done in the calm light of the moon."
The only response he was given was an eye roll. He let his mind wander for just a few moments more, before deciding. He looked up at Andrew, and snatched his drink from his loose grip. He took a quick gulp, a little shiver going down his spine at the warmth that spread through him as the alcohol slipped down his throat.
He rested the bottle back on the counter when he was finished, a satisfied smile on his lips. Andrew looked slightly stunned, but snapped out of it in seconds. Lucas was given another eye roll as he took the bottle back.
"So?" Andrew questioned.
Just as Lucas was about to answer, a soft voice was heard from the doorway of the small bar.
"Papa?"
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feverinfeveroutfic · 4 months
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hanukkahbingo 2023
Fic or Art/Graphic Title: alone in the dark, chapter four: “Rainstorms” Author/Artist Name: josiebelladonna Fandom: Testament (Band) Jewish or Jew-Ish Character(s): Alex Skolnick (and how) Bingo Squares Being Filled: snow and menorah Rating: Mature Warning(s): Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings Link to Work: x @aimmyarrowshigh
I woke up at some point during the night when the soles of my feet had grown cold. The rest of me was toasty warm under the blankets, but at some point during the night, I had stuck my feet out from under the covers; I shivered as I rolled over onto my back and tucked my feet in under the covers. I had also fallen asleep with my hand down my pants as well, and there was something about that that I found particularly interesting.
I had fallen asleep jerking off to the thought of Christine. I had fallen asleep jerking off to the thought of Christine and the night before Hanukkah.
It was a very warm bed, and one that I wanted to lay in all night and into the morning hours as well. Oh, to lay in bed all day and not think about anything. It wasn't in me to do that all the time, but sometimes I just had the feeling.
And yet, I couldn't seem to fall back asleep. I opened my eyes and looked on at the dark wall before me.
I couldn't stop thinking about it.
The snowstorm that pelted the Rockies and I knew that New York was looking at the same thing in a couple of days. As far as I knew, I was going to be sleeping in that bed for a couple of nights at the very least, at least until the airports opened and the planes picked up the pace again.
I sighed through my nose and rolled over onto my back again. The blankets cradled me while the comforter on top sealed the deal with me.
It was moments like that I wished I was back home and I missed getting a hug from my mom in particular. It was moments like that I felt like a young boy again. Then again, I was always going to feel like a young boy no matter how old I got to be.
I ran my hand up my belly and onto my chest. I was still feeling warm and full from dinner earlier, such that I rested my hand right on my stomach to better take in that warmth.
The night before the first night of Hanukkah and I was already feeling good.
I lay there for a second before I realized that the winds had died down a bit outside, but something else had taken its place. I opened my eyes again, and that time for a look over to the window. I still couldn't see outside, but I could hear it.
And yet, it was hard to tell if it was the real thing or something else.
I lifted my head but I never sat up all the way in bed: I didn't want to leave that warmth.
“Alex?” Her voice whispered to me, and I swore it was her.
How did my ex find me and what did she want from me, especially when she left me feeling so dry all this time. I hunkered down a bit in the bed as I thought about all the little dirty looks she would give me.
Why did I pick such a barren person to be with me for a short amount of time. But I did see the silhouette on the other side of the room. She did find me, the ghost that wanted me to stay with her even after we split. I could see her in the darkness, and especially once she flashed the light on into the window such that it jarred me a bit. I tugged the blankets up as if to hide, but then I recognized that head of red hair.
“Sorry, it looked like you were awake.”
“Jesus, Christine, don't sneak up on me like that. And yes, I've been awake for the past few minutes.”
She pointed the flashlight up to the ceiling so the room was filled with light. I lifted my head out from under the covers so I could better see her, all bundled up in a sweater and a blanket. Even though my body was warm, the tip of my nose felt like ice.
“What're you doing in here, anyways?” I asked her.
“I couldn't sleep,” she confessed. “I also just wanted to be in here with you, because... I kind of like you, Alex.”
I inched up in the bed so I could better see her, the shadows on her face and the reflection of the halogen light on her red hair.
“You do?” I asked her.
“Yeah. Mom wasn't exaggerating when she joked that I have a little thing for you. I like you. Don't know how much but I like you, though.”
A chill ran over me and I pulled the blankets back up over me.
“What time is it?” I asked her.
“I'm not sure,” she replied. “It's dark thirty, I know that much. You know, people are at their most honest after they've had a drink or two or when it's really late at night like this.”
“I'll definitely believe that,” I assured her, and the noise outside persisted. That wasn't snow. I may have grown up in the San Francisco Bay Area where snow wasn't all that common, but I knew it when I heard it, though.
“Is it raining?” I asked aloud, and Christine turned her attention to the window. She shone the flashlight onto the pane, where we made out the sight of pure water falling against the glass rather than wet heavy snowflakes.
“It is!” Christine replied. “It is raining!”
“It's raining after we had a bunch of snow,” I said. “Ho boy.”
“Good thing this place is raised up off the ground,” she told me, “and we're somewhat on a little slope, too. And I don't really know if we had a lot of snow before this, either.”
“I dunno, I saw the pavement quite literally turn white when we were coming home from dinner earlier,” I recalled. “And drifts were forming when we were coming from the airport, too. I feel like that's a good deal of snow. Then again, I'm from the Bay Area, we rarely get snow, even with how cold it gets this time of year.”
I sat up all the way and I leaned back against the wall on the left so my feet were near the edge of the mattress; I kept the blanket and the comforter over my body because there was simply no way I was going to go bare-chested right then, not without a heater switched on in the house. Christine took her seat right next to me, and she rested the flashlight on the nightstand, right up against the heavy brass lamp there to the side, all so we could have a single light there in the house. A single light in the darkness together.
“From the Bay Area, and yet you're flying out to visit your parents in New York,” she muttered.
“Yeah, exactly,” I said with a nod, and she turned around to better face me.
“There's a lot more to your story than I realize, Alex,” she noted.
“Always,” I told her. “There's always so much more to everyone than you might initially know about.” I ran my fingers through my hair, and she showed me a smile.
“What?” I asked her.
“I like this,” she remarked with a gesture to me. “The way the light is hitting you just right and the way that the covers are all around you like this. You look like you should be a model for a sexy magazine.”
“A sexy magazine?” I echoed her, and I chuckled at that; I had to keep my voice down even with the roar of the rain on the roof. Christine nibbled on her bottom lip, and she let her blanket fall onto the pillow as she stood up.
“Where are you going?” I asked her.
“Stay right there,” she advised me, and I did all while she left the room to fetch something. I nudged the covers away from my face so I could see her when she came back. I shivered from the cold of the room all around me: I hoped that the power would come back on soon as I had no idea as to how to put a handle on any of this in the meantime. Nevertheless, I let the edge of the covers rest in my lap as if I was in fact something of a specimen. I was going to be a model for her in whatever it was that she wanted to do with me: I may as well let my colors fly, and all for her.
I had no idea as to the time right then, but I was sure I could relish in it all as if it was daylight. The flashlight gave me enough light cast down from the ceiling to make it seem as though I had in fact found my way to the photoshoot for a magazine, everything down to the neon blue light all around me.
Christine returned to me with what appeared to be her grandfather’s camera cradled in both hands.
“Hold up, I thought you weren’t going to use that because it belongs to your grandfather,” I pointed out.
“Yeah, that was Grandpa’s camera,” she said with a straight face. “This is mine.”
I raised an eyebrow at that, but I wasn’t going to question it. It was early in the morning, and I was ready for her. But then she hesitated for a second.
“What’s that look for?” she asked me.
“You are a fascinating person, Christine,” I told her.
“Not as fascinating as you,” she teased me back in a singsong voice.
“Nah, you’ve got more than meets the eye in comparison to me,” I said. “Such that there’s a part of me that wants to photograph you instead.”
“Nah, I should photograph you,” she quipped back to me.
“No, I should photograph you instead,” I joked back to her, and I couldn’t resist the smile on my face, either.
“Here, let me be the one to photograph you,” she insisted.
“You really want this to be true?” I asked her as I ran my fingers through the mop of black ringlets at the crown of my head.
“I do, yes!” She licked her lips and showed me a playful little smile.
“Shall I—take this off?” I offered her with my hands on the edge of the blankets. 
“Please,” she said in a low voice. With that, I nudged the blankets off of me and I leaned back to the wall with my legs open for her. It had been so long since I had let someone see me like this, especially with such lighting over me as well. In fact, when I thought about it, I realized that I had never actually been seen in this fashion before. Granted, there had been times with Testament whereby I stood up on stage with nothing more than my jeans and a leather vest, and I left the latter open to show off my chest and my belly, but that was about it, though. My ex never looked at me this way before.
Christine sank down to the floor into a crouching position with the camera up to her face.
“Do you have enough light?” I asked her.
“Oh, yes,” she assured me. She pushed the shutter button and a bright flash swept over me.
“Whoa,” I breathed out, and I rubbed my eyes.
“Yeah, I forgot to mention that the flash on this thing is freakishly bright,” she declared. “In fact, I completely forgot that it’s as bright as it is.”
“Yikes,” I muttered with another rub of my eyes. “Well, at least it’s not one of those old-fashioned cameras where they have the bulb separate from the actual camera.”
“Oh, one of those old-timey cameras where they hide under a curtain and hold up a flash bulb over their heads?” she chuckled.
“The same! I think my grandpa had one of those, I don’t remember now.”
She inched to the side for a better look at my legs and the exposed side of my body.
“This is such a wonky old camera, it's a miracle that I know how to work it,” she confessed, and the light flashed out again. Like clockwork, the rain picked up the pace on the roof overhead, and I shivered some more. All the while, it seemed as though my nipples were tightening up from the cold.
“You should have like—one of those little black caps that rabbis wear,” she joked with a gesture to the crown of her head.
“A yarmulke?” I said with a chuckle.
“Yeah, that!”
“I have a yarmulke and a Star of David medallion around my neck, and a menorah tucked in between my legs,” I said, and I couldn’t help but laugh. “It’s a celebration of my Jewishness.” I ran my fingers through my hair again, and that time I showed off the entirety of my neck for her. She took another picture that time.
“And your beauty, too!” she declared. I hesitated for a second with my fingers embedded in the ringlets that time, and I looked on at her, and I couldn’t help but feel the butterflies in my stomach.
“How do I look?” I asked her.
“Cute,” she replied in a slight squeal of a voice. “Very, very cute, actually. Let your hair dangle down over your shoulder like that...” I nudged my hair forth, right over my collar bone to give more shape to my shoulder. For once in my life, I actually felt like a model of sorts. Without a piece of clothing on my body except the covers and my pajama bottoms, and I was feeling so good about myself for once in my life. Not even being up on stage made me feel that good about myself in my own skin.
I leaned forward so I was sitting upright in bed. The blankets showed off some more skin around my waist: the band of my pajama bottoms had slid down from my hipbones, but it hadn’t fazed me or her in the least. I nudged the blankets off some more so she could see more of me. Christine licked her lips and brought the camera up to her face once again. Another bright flash of light, and I was seeing spots for a brief moment once again.
I nudged my pants down some more to show off even more skin: I was so close to showing off everything for her. I breathed in deep to show her the entirety of my chest to her. I gave my hair a little toss back with the flick of my head.
“Ooh, yeah, that's kinda...” She paused for a second. I knew what she was thinking, and I knew that she knew what I was thinking as well. One of us was going to say it, if not her.
“You can say it,” I coaxed her. “You've done everything to me and more, so you can say it.” She licked her lips, and then she ran her tongue along the top row of her teeth.
“That's kinda—sexy, actually,” she confessed. “With your hair down like that and your skin all milky. Showing me your legs and your chest. Very up close and personal, I should say.”
“Up close and personal? If this is up close and personal, then what’s this?”
I nudged the covers off all the way so she could see my entire body, but then I nudged my pajama bottoms off my legs and showed off even more skin to her. I nudged my underwear down at the same time so she could see everything.
In the halogen light, her face lit up, and she licked her lips at the sight of me.
“You like what you see here, don’t you?” I teased her as I gave my hair another toss. Christine inched in closer to me with the camera up to her face.
“Ohhh, yes, gorgeous man alert,” she said in a near whisper. “A gorgeous naked man before me and all for me for the evening.” Another picture and another flash, but then I tossed my hair again and brought my shoulder up before my face. I looked on at her as if I was in fact modeling for someone.
Another flash and I turned my chest back into her direction, and I folded my arms over my chest and rested my hands on my shoulders.
“Oh, yes, the camera loves you, big boy,” she quipped in a light voice that sounded like two wine glasses tinkling together; “…big, sensual boy.” I bowed my head a bit to keep everything sultry for her. Another flash and I set my hands down on either side of my hips and tilted my head back. I parted my lips by a mere hair and closed my eyes right as she took another picture of me.
“Phew—boy, you are smoldering hot and raw,” she noted, and she held the camera back so she could fan herself with the side of her free hand despite it feeling even colder in that room.
“It’s funny because I’ve never actually been this way before,” I confessed to her. She looked on at my body, at the rest of me now exposed free from the covers and my pajama bottoms. She licked her lips again, that time at the sight of my middle. I could only assume she was looking at my hips and my legs, that is until she spoke again.
“I like how thick your waist is,” she remarked. “You eat well.”
I took a glance down at my body, at my waist in particular. It seemed like not that long ago I was so skinny there and I only grew fuller with my departure from Testament as well as the breakup as a mark of the loss of what I felt to be my own mistakes and my own second guesses. After the glamour shots, I came back down to earth again.
“You think I look good there?” I asked her in a small voice.
“Yeah, you look like you eat well and take good care of yourself as my grandma would say,” she assured me again.
“Indeed, I do!” I said, and I brought my hands to my waist as if to hide from her, but she had already seen all of me. “I don't make much but the money I do make, I go and eat.”
She set the camera down on the edge of the bed and ran her fingers through her bright red hair.
“I told you my ex was chubby, right?” she recalled.
“I don't think you did,” I confessed with a shake of my head. “I think I would have remembered.”
“Yeah, he was chubby. I mean, he was actually chubby: he had a round belly that poked out and...” She lingered back and cleared her throat; in the dim light, I could see the slight blush on her face. “...and it just looked really cute on him. Ever since then, I just... kind of have a thing for men with even the slightest of bellies on them.” She spoke at such a deliberate pace that I wondered what else she harbored away from the prying eyes of the world. I looked down at myself again: I was nowhere near to being fat, but I still had gone rather soft, however. 
“Some people just look better with a little weight in my opinion,” she continued in a small voice; I shivered from the cold, and I tugged the blankets back over me again. “I like it when they let their bodies grow fuller and thicker, and the next thing they know, they have a little belly going.” She lowered her gaze to my waist and the blanket wrapped around me again; I really felt as if I had just been a part of the set of a porno. “And... I just wanna look at them and touch them there.”
“That is so pure,” I said as I ran my fingers through my hair.
“It's weird,” she continued, that time with a shake of her head. “I just... I feel weird talking about it.”
“Why is that?”
“Because I don't really like to talk about it,” she replied. “I've never felt good enough to share these things out in the open. Not even when he and I were together, either. I never believed that anyone would ever want to know what I was feeling because fuck me, right?”
“So, that's why you were talking so gingerly right then,” I said in a low voice, and she shook her head once again. We fell into momentary silence save for the hard rain on the roof. I wondered when was the last time Reno had a stout rain like this before.
“I've never felt good or attractive enough,” she repeated. “And I've never felt safe enough, either. Like, even when my peers started going out with each other, I felt like I couldn't talk about what I liked because I could feel them judging me. I also never really understood why I feel this way, as well. Like, why can't I just look at people normally? Why do I have to let my own bullshit get in the way of it all? Why am I like this? I'm going to be eighteen soon, why am I just not a sexy person and why don't I have anything to show otherwise?”
She closed her eyes and turned away from me. It almost felt like I had said those things, like she had read my mind before we met with each other. She was silent but for all I knew, she was crying right then. It hurt me to even think about it.
I shivered from the cold in the room, and I thought about putting the blanket back up over me, but I was a shirtless boy sitting right next to her right as she had taken photos of me in the buff. I swallowed and leaned forward so I could be right up next to her face.
“You know, if it's any comfort at all, I feel the exact same way,” I told her. She sniffled and turned her attention back to me: in the dim light, I could see the pain on her face.
“Really?”
“Oh, yeah.” I shivered again, and that time I pulled the blanket up over my chest just so my body was covered part of the way. “Like I said, my ex wouldn't even touch me. I could probably count on one hand as to how many times she kissed me, and really kissed me, too, like there was a shred of passion in there. She also wouldn't really help me get to know myself, either, like I admit that I never knew what I really wanted. I often froze when she and I would try and go a little more intimate, too. I never knew what to tell her because I was often left confused as all hell.” I stopped for a second. “You know, when I really talk about it, in hindsight, I realize that relationship was doomed from the very beginning. I may have been in love but I couldn't seem to get it with her. She only wanted me because I am the lead guitarist of a rock n roll band and I said hi to her after a show, not because she wanted to be with me and love me.”
I closed my eyes and leaned back against the wall. It felt like a dead weight had just been lifted off my shoulders as I wasn’t really able to tell anyone about that in the last three months. I couldn’t even tell my parents about it because I knew they were going to bicker with me about it. I was getting older and I still hadn’t fallen in love with anyone good enough yet. Maybe I was asking for too much, but at least I was asking.
“So, this really doesn't faze you at all?” she asked me, and I could hear that she was slightly concerned. She made me feel comfortable, and thus, it was only necessary that I returned the favor to her in turn. In fact, during that whole entire photoshoot, I had completely forgotten that she and I were nearly ten years apart in age.
“Actually, no,” I confessed to her. “If anything, I kind of… forgot our ages back there. You were just a photographer and I was just your subject. Nothing more, nothing less.”
“And you aren’t grossed out by my sharing my fantasies with you as well as my love of photography?” she asked me in a small voice, to which I cocked my head towards her and raised my eyebrows at the same time.
“Grossed out? Seriously?” And she slowly nodded her head, and I could tell that it was a delicate subject for her. I reached out for her hand rested there on the edge of the bed before me.
“Honey, I'm Jewish,” I told her with a stroke of the back of her hand with the pad of my thumb. “There's a lot that we like to do that would make your fellow gentiles shit their pants. If anything—” I turned my attention back to the door: we were speaking in low enough voices and the rain was coming down in droves to drown out any loud noises that may have emanated from that little room, but I never knew how or if they would hear us in there. But the hallway was still dark and silent, and I returned to her and the slightly down look on her face. “And you heard this from me, too. I'm actually a little turned on by this. By your taking a picture of me. It genuinely made me feel so good about myself for once, and especially after the last three months that I had had.”
Christine nibbled on her bottom lip at that. I knew that this had woken something in her as well, and thus, I had to give her some more space. I had to help her find her own permission to enjoy herself, whether it was my time with me or with someone else in the world. I had the feeling within me, but her happiness would bring a song to my own heart.
“It kind of... makes me feel like a boy again,” I confessed to her with a slight bow of my head.
“You are still a boy,” she pointed out as she reached out and tapped the tip of my nose with her index finger. “Just a little bit older.”
I lowered my gaze to the blankets over my legs and my hips; I still had my pants down over my hips and thighs, but at least I had the blankets protecting her from me. The halogen light, the sole light in the darkness, kept up its bluish white glow cast down on our faces and our bodies, especially my own. She smiled at the sight of my body, especially at my belly and the tops of my hips.
“Just a cute boy,” she remarked in a near whisper: it was raining so hard that her voice nearly floated in on the back of the rain clouds out there.
“Is it okay if I touch your tummy?” she asked me.
“Go right ahead!” I said, and I leaned back against the wall so she could see my whole body. “I still feel warm from dinner earlier, too.” Christine licked her lips and followed me back onto the far side of the bed. She lay on her hip right next to me and ran her hand over my skin: her hands were soft and she moved around my skin so lightly that it made me think of the tips of feathers.
She lifted her palm and stroked my skin with the tips of her fingers. She moved around in small circles all over my belly: at one point, she caressed the rim of my belly button with the tips of her index and middle fingers, one after the other.
“How do you feel?” she asked me in a near whisper.
“That actually feels really good,” I confessed to her, and I let my eyelids droop closed from the feeling. It was the middle of the night still, and I was feeling even warmer from the sensation of her fingers on me. She leaned in closer to my ear and the side of my neck.
“We don't tell anyone, though,” she whispered to me.
“Oh, never,” I vowed to her with a sniff and a shake of my head. “What happens between you and me stays between you and me.”
“What happens here stays here,” she added, and she rested her hand upon my belly, right in the midst of the solar plexus to better feel me. I was a vulnerable boy, and more so there.
“Oh, yeah, you are warm,” she remarked, and she gave me some more strokes with nothing more than the tips of her fingers.
“That kind of tickles,” I said with a snicker. “And I should probably tell you that I'm quite sensitive here. I’m a little delicate in here.”
“I’ll be careful here,” she vowed to me once more. “And can I just say that your long hair is the icing on the cake? Sometimes when I think of boys and their bellies, I feel like they’re missing something, and I now realize that that something is long hair. Long hair and a silky, sensual voice.”
I ran my fingers through the ringlets on the side of my head once again.
“About three years ago, before I left my band, I had really long hair—I mean, it was quite long, about halfway down my back. I remember at one point that I had dyed it solid black, too, to cover up my streak. I looked like I belonged in Mötley Crüe or Poison or something.”
“Why do you have that, by the way?” she asked me with a knitting of her eyebrows. “The little plume of gray on your head, that is.”
“I don't really know, to be honest,” I confessed with a shake of my head. “I started getting it about twelve years ago and there have been a myriad of theories surrounding it as a result, like a birthmark or a scar. It ain't fake, I'll say that. But I'm vain, though, I'll admit it. This thing ages me, and it especially did when I was a fourteen-year-old kid with it, too.”
“I like it,” she said with a nod. “It's interesting. It makes you stand out, too, like I can probably pick you out from a crowd of people if it was the case.”
“That's what my mom says,” I quipped to her, and I couldn't help but chuckle at that. I ran my fingers through my hair, and that time I held my hand over the crown of my head so she could see me bathed in the pale halogen light for a good long second.
“You really do have beautiful hair,” she remarked.
“It's what I get for being Ashkenazi,” I told her, and I moved my hand all the way back to the back of my head, and I shifted my weight on top of the bed so she could see me all the way once again, even with the blankets covering up only part of my body.
“A part of me wants to cuddle with you,” she confessed. “Y’know, I don’t really feel like going back to my room.”
I nibbled on my bottom lip, and I lunged for the head of the bed once again. All the while, I tugged my pajamas up my legs again so she wouldn’t be treated to anything surprising under the covers. Without a moment’s hesitation, she lay down next to me, and she tugged the blankets up from behind her. I then reached back for the flashlight and switched it off, and we were swathed in complete darkness. The rain persisted outside, and I hoped that we wouldn’t wake up to any leaks in the house.
But I put my arms around her and held her close to me: the smell of her hair tickled my nose, and I could feel my heart swelling from the feeling as a result.
“This is nice,” I whispered to her.
“Yeah, I like this,” she confessed to me. “I like this a lot.”
She kept her arms around my waist and her head pushed up against my chest. I tucked the covers underneath her some more so we both were warm. Her fingers crept over my belly like the little legs of a spider, such that I wondered if she was tickling me. But she was moving so slowly that I didn’t think she actually was doing that.
If anything, I found it particularly soothing as I dozed off once again.
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dandelion-wings · 8 months
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*kicks legs cutely* torture whump?
I was going to preface with "as you know" and then realized the last two times I posted about it, I prefaced it insufficiently and confused at least one person each (and myself the second time), so. XD The general plot summary is: Jean goes to a secret meeting that Kaeya set up for her with some Abyss Order defectors -> some agents of the Abyss Order capture Kaeya to try and learn where the meeting is, with the intention of seizing or killing both Jean and the defectors -> Jean gets home to find out that Kaeya has been missing for four days -> they eventually find and rescue him -> a bunch of comfort/recovery aftermath.
Now, you can proceed to ignore the whole "plot" part, because this is 100% an excuse to physically torture Kaeya and emotionally torture Jean, then indulge in the post-whump comfort. To the extent that I was a good bit into planning this out by the time poor aromantic-eight woke up to a Discord message of my pros and cons list for "should the bad guys be the Fatui or the Abyss Order?" and the entire enabling plot was back-engineered from there. XD
Anyway I am writing this WILDLY out of order because sometimes I am in the mood for the torture part, sometimes I am in the mood for the action parts, sometimes I am in the mood for the post-rescue comfort, and sometimes I think of a clever idea to write into the setup, so I can't guarantee any particular bit I'm spinning up now will survive the eventual "turn this into a coherent narrative," but I will give you some of the setup I was playing with last time I worked on it!
"That's very impressive," Lisa remarks from the couch where she's positioned herself with a cup of tea, just as if Jean was here to share it with her. "But maybe you could do a little less showing off, and a little more writing with it? We don't want to leave all that work for Jean to do when she gets back." At her words, Kaeya freezes, snatching the quill he'd been spinning before it can fall from mid-air. Here he thought he'd beaten that urge by locking his usual Mora away in a drawer. He smirks at Lisa, trying to cover for his inattentive fidgeting. "We, huh? Funny, I don't see you doing much of the paperwork." "Yes, but I'm not the Acting Grand Master. Everything on that desk needs *your* signature, cutie. I've already done what I can do this morning, while you were out on inspection. Now it's time for a well-deserved afternoon tea." Lisa's smile is benign, but he can see a trace of sympathy in her eyes that makes his skin itch. "*Acting* Acting Grand Master," he corrects her, smirking all the harder. "I can hardly claim Jean's title, even temporarily. She needs it at the moment to prove her bona fides, after all." All his obnoxiousness earns him is a mildly exasperated look. Lisa takes another long sip of her tea, then shifts in her seat, patting the cushion beside her. "Acting Acting Grand Master, then. You know, I think you could use an afternoon tea break, too. Chamomile is wonderful for nerves." The itching sensation intensifies. Kaeya resists the urge to squirm in his seat, uncomfortable with both her keen gaze and her kindness. His mouth is open to make an even more obnoxious retort when a knock on the door draws both their attention.
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onekisstotakewithme · 5 months
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5, 18, 20, 22!
5. What’s a fic idea you’ve had that you will never write?
I was talking to you about this earlier, actually 😅 but the HIMYM story where Ted actually accepts Victoria's ultimatum and moves to (Denver?) with her. Barney and Robin get engaged, and Ted, being Ted, decides to go to Barney and Robin's wedding (to support his old friends? to try and win her back? to let bygones be bygones? who knows!)... and he still meets Tracy there.
(The other fic idea I've had that I probably won't write is a duology where one of Mrs. Landingham's sons survived Vietnam - each half of the duology focuses on one of the twins, and the timeline ripples. it's silly but).
18. What’s one of your favorite lines you’ve written in a fic?
I'm doing two, because I always use the same one but it just makes me cackle every time:
from 'ye who are weary, come home':
“... Fine. Radar and… whoever he wants to bring.” He pauses, and reconsiders. “Unless it’s Randy.” “Randy is… his brother?” “Randy’s a goat.” “Right. So he’s not invited?” “If we bring Randy, Charles will turn himself over to the Chinese,” BJ says flippantly, and Peg, after considering this for a second, nods as though it’s completely normal.
And then...
“Danny, I’m going to run for President.” She sees his eyes light up, and holds up a hand to stop whatever exclamation he’s about to make. “No, let me finish.” “Okay.” "I… I want to run for President. I want to help whoever I can in whatever way I can, and... I guess I’m asking you to jump off that cliff with me.” Danny’s eyes are soft, a familiar smile slowly spreading across his face. “You want to run for President.” “Yes, and I need you to tell me now, right now, if you meant it, if you really think I should do this. Or tell me that you were kidding, and we’ll just forget the whole thing. But if you’re in, I’m in.” “I really convinced you?” “No,” she answers, and it’s the truth. “You just did what you do best – you brought the truth into the light. I did want to do this, on my own. You just helped me realize it. Because… you’re my outside perspective, and my first line of defence, and the last voice in my ear. And you said I should do this, so… let’s do it. Let’s jump off the cliff.” Danny is quiet, his eyes glittering with emotion, and before CJ can say anything else, he pulls something out of his pocket, and presses it into her hand. “I had this made,” he says quietly, bending his head to hers. “I’ve been waiting to give it you, but I just… knew.” CJ looks down at what he’s given her, and feels her eyes well up with tears. It’s a campaign button. Cregg for America. CJ blinks back tears, staring down at this simple proof of Danny’s love, Danny’s unwavering belief in her. “Told you,” he says, humour evident in his voice. “I can be pretty persuasive.” “Shut up.” “I love you too.”
20. What’s a favorite title for a fic you’ve written?
Off the Record (it's the perfect title for a missing scenes fic, imo - it's off the record/offscreen).
happily ever after... and after (evocative, hits the exact theme I want)
Water from a Stone (it's a kidney stone fic... it's supposed to be a LITTLE punny).
22. Do you know how your fic will end before you start writing?
Usually! I typically write long fics with a set ending in mind. Sometimes (*side eyes plane crash*) it's a generic idea but the specifics are open to be explored as I write, but most of my fics, I know where they're going!
... Though not always.
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Wisteria-Quifrey x Reader (Witch Hat Atelier)
Summary: You are a witch without the need of an atelier. You arrive at a small shop meeting a young girl known as Coco and reunite with Quifrey the witch, someone who was once dear to you.
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(This is chapter 1 to a Witch Hat Atelier book I am doing on my Wattpad by the same name as the title. It is an oc x Quifrey, unlike here I did it Reader instead of an oc because we need more Quifrey content.)
Is an Athlete always an Athlete even from birth? What about Astronauts? or Pop stars? You can't know what you're going to be until you grow up, right? So what what about witches, Is it the same for them?
You simply can't become just a witch, many years of training goes into it and hard work. I have been a witch for many years and was one of the best at it, met many friends and rivals along the way but continued my way to explore and help people in need.
Magic is everywhere if if regular people can't see it…
"Will you be needing three sheets of each of these colors, Miss?"
I was interrupted by my thoughts when the lady in charge of this small business came back with rolls of cloth, black and lilac colors.
I smiled through my scarf which I had kept so my face can remain hidden and nodded my head. "Yes, and on second though can I also get a few of the measurements but for a silver color sheet?"
"Right on it ma'm." The older woman smiled and quickly came back with the other colored sheet and began to take the measurements and carefully began to cut it down.
My brown eyes stared down at the woman easily doing her work, though our concentration on it was interrupted when we heard something land near her home.
Three women from what appears to be very high class entered the shop along with some kids. Thing is I hadn't sensed someone else in here with us…
"Mom! Mom! Look outside!" I heard the voice of a girl coming from upstairs. "Mom, where are you?" The voice of the girl was now clear when she arrived.
She seemed familiar. The girl was of short stature compared to me, pale skin and pale lime colored hair.
"Whoa there." Said a gentle voice coming from a man..but that man…
The girl quickly stepped out and apologized looking up at him, "Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't realize you were there."
Neither did I…I glanced back and my eyes widened a bit when I saw him. Quifrey the witch. The tall white haired man smiled down at the girl.
"That's all right. It's my fault for standing by the door. Seems I've come at a busy time." I heard him say. I adjusted my scarf and remained silent.
The royalty looking women remained ecstatic at the many cloths, embroidery and laces. "Bringing the carriage here was a good idea after all."
I heard the girl gasp in excitement as she held her hands together in awe. "They're the ones who came here on the pegasus carriage!" The girl looked to her side at the man.
"Hm? Oh, no I'm not with them…you can stop looking at me like that."
The owner of the small shop was busy attending the rich clients first, i don't blame her if she wants their money. "Coco! Can you give me a hand?" The woman's said staring at her daughter with her hand full.
"And you, sir? What can we help you with?"
"I need a length of smoke colored cloth, but I can come back if you're busy."
"I can cut that for you." The girl known as Coco said."
"Coco knows her stuff." Her mother replied
"Is that so?"
"She's one of the best. But, dear can you help with our other client first. Poor thing has been waiting for her final cuts." Her mother said referring to me.
"Right on it!" The girl said running close to my side and beginning to take measurements again. "Mom, but when I'm done can I go see the carriage?" The girl insisted until her mother agreed.
Coco eagerly began to measure and cut away at the clothes. I shivered when I hadn't realized that Quifrey was now standing close to me. Why did he standing so close?!
"Quite the concentration and steady hands, too. A perfect cut. I had no idea this village was home to such an artisan. This is real magic." He said when Coco rolled up my now thinly cut materials.
"Whoa, whoa! You've got it all wrong! Magic's all sparkly and mysterious and wonderful and.. beautiful and precios." The girl hid her face embarrassed.
I noticed Quifrey smile at the girl. "It would appear you are quite fond of magic. Might I inquire as to why?" He asked.
Coco began to tell her fascination about magic. When she was a girl, her mother took her to a festival at the castle, there she met s mysterious figure her offered to sell her a book about magic.
I furrowed my eyebrows together. A mysterious man?? Maybe he is…
"And ever since then I've just liked watching it, I guess. I couldn't stop hoping that I might be a witch."
I noticed Quifrey not deeply concentrated and looking back at Coco. If you don't mind perhaps you could tell me more as-"
A loud loud was heard from the outside. Everyone ran to the window to see the carriage outside broken. We watched Coco was the first to run outside along with the three ladies who came from the carriage.
"Seems like it needs a lot of work." I heard Quifrey tell me when it was just the two of us remaining inside of the home. He smiled turning to look at me, "It's been a while Amelia."
I stared at him wide eyed and my expression softened a bit when I continued to look at him. So he knew it was me all along. Damn it. I reached to lower my scarf and was now fully face to face with him.
"Certainly it has." I spoke coldly but saw him still smiling. "I may need some assistance in this. Want to join me?" He asked offering his hand which I declined.
"No thanks. I have work to do and I'm already late." I took my cloths and placed some extra money on the table.
I began to walk outside and stopped to glance back at Quifrey. "It was..nice seeing you again." I said glaring at him a bit and I began to leave.
As I continued to walk away I heard everyone behind me running to the carriage and talking about who would be able to fix it. Quifrey will for certain make a nice job at it. I huffed at myself and began to walk away with no where in mind.
I had set camp near the woods, it was getting hard trying to find some sleep. Seeing Quifrey again has been playing with my mind, thing's didn't end well for us, it's the reason why I quickly left the shop since I didn't know exactly what to say to him.
He's been running through my mind but not only him, the little girl known as Coco said about a mysterious man in a mask. I think it might be the same person Quifrey mentioned many months ago before I left.
Sitting back up I stared up at the sky then back at the path I had come from. I furrowed my eyebrows and sensed how tense the air had become, it was too quiet despite the wind blowing.
I waved my hand out and placed the fire out. I grabbed my belongings and began to run back to where I was earlier. I wasn't far away from it so I ran quickly when I noticed some part of the roof missing, I ran closer and saw Coco's mother outside but frozen.
What the hell happened here?
"What did you draw, Coco?! What kind of magic did you draw?!!"
I looked up at the sky and saw Quifrey holding Coco. I jumped up in the air and easily made it up to Quifrey's side.
"Quifrey! Coco! What happened?!" I ask concerned when I saw the girl crying in his arms.
Quifrey turned to look at me surprised still seemed very angry, an expression it was rare for me to see him. Coco turned to look at us and seemed confused by all of this.
"I..I don't know! I just traced one of the patterns in the book and.."
"Is the book still inside?" I ask her. Coco nods once and looked down, not realizing her mom was now a statue.
"Mommy!" Coco cried and tried to wipe her tears.
I placed my hand on the girls back trying to calm her down. "Don't be so harsh on her, she just lost her mother." I whispered at the male witch.
He stared down at the girl concerned still holding her from falling down.
"That's why we keep things in secret, to prevent things like this from happening. The conjuring ink..the patterns for the casting seals. That's all it takes work those anyone can use magic. Hiding that truth is that one great rule of witches..and those who find out must have their memories erased."
In an instant Coco kicked Quifrey's face and trying to get him away from her. "C-Calm down! Quit twisting around!"
"If you make me forget then what'll happen to my mom?!" She continued to cry.
"If you could tell me what kind of seal you drew, I might be able to reverse it,but without that knowledge…oww!"
"Coco!" I spoke trying to get the young girl to calm herself down.
The girl continued to try and get herself off of the witch. "If you're asking about the picture book, I've read it many times, I know it by heart!"
Quifrey took hold of her which made Coco remains still and look at me and Quifrey. "You could identify the book if you saw it again, yes? If I found another copy and show you the shape.."
"The same one I drew. Could you Dave my mother?"
"There may yet be hope for her, Coco." I reassure her.
"Mister Quifrey please! Please don't take my memories! I swear I'll find the book again, I'll do anything to save her!" Coco said not hugging the male witch tight.
Quifrey and I remained silent, he turned to glance at me and I knew what he had in mind now.
"Can you honor the secret?"
"Yes, I promise!"
"And do you have the will to study?"
"S-Study?" Coco seemed confused by his words.
Quifrey nodded his head. "If you are to retain the truth you have learned then you choose to stand alongside us. That is your only option."
I sighed but smiled a bit and watched as Quifrey held Coco up. "Coco..From now on you will be a witch."
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ARIANA GRANDE X MERCEDES VARNADO LOVE STORY SMUT WARNING ⚠️ PART 18 of the continuation of the she's the one love story
Chapter 43 title: perfect
Mercedes point of view
I'm woken up by a weight on my waist and feather light touches on my neck and jaw, due to the amount of alcohol I had this weekend and how tired I was ,it takes me a minute to realize what's happening, our tour celebration party carried from Friday night all the way to Sunday morning, Friday night everybody was way too drunk to leave so they all spent the night, Saturday morning with their hangovers they stayed for breakfast and most of them went home except for our close group of friends and we ended up having a pool party and we obviously drank at so they stayed the night again, then Sunday morning we calmed down, drinking a little but not too much after which I took Samia home and everyone left which makes today Monday
The second it all organizes itself in my head, I open my eyes to see the forever beautiful face of my fiance "good morning baby says Ariana as she whispers pressing another set of kisses on my neck, this time trailing up my jaw to my cheek and then hovering over my lips "morning as my voice comes our raspy for a number of reasons and Ariana bites her lips ,she loves the sound of my voice in general but when I wake up it has a different effect on her and closing the gap between us, I kiss her, my hand coming up to rest on her hip and when she pulls away her lips hit my cheek again "we have the whole day off says Ariana as she sits up and lays her hand on my chest "so What'd you wanna do says Ariana
***smut***
As she spoke, my eyes trailed over her body, she'd chosen to sleep naked last night which leaves her the same right now, the sun seemingly shines off every inch of exposed skin and I bite my lip. Goddamn she's gorgeous "mercedes says Ariana as she whines "what do you want to do says Ariana "you really wanna know says mercedes and with a nod she says "yes says Ariana and she gives a suprised shriek when I grip her hips and roll us over ,now on top of her, I lean down to her ear "you as I emphasize my point by grinding down into her center and a mix between a moan and a gasp sounds and I smirk, her hands runs up my neck to tangle in my hair "no one's stopping you says Ariana
I pull away completely and in one swift motion, turn her over on her stomach then pulling her hips up so her ass is in the air "don't move a muscle says mercedes smacking her fiances ass before getting off the bed and digging into the drawer where I discreetly keep my straps ,I find the exact one I'm looking for and grab it plus a harness and I turn around after securing it to see Arianas ass shaking expectantly and the closer I get the more I can see how wet she's getting already, if I stand here long enough I'm positive I'm going to see her juices dripping from her but I'd hate to waste that
Without any warning, I slide under her on my back and pull her hips down, the sweetness of her pussy Lands on my tounge instantly and I groan while she moans and she tastes like fucking candy and I will never get enough of it and I work my tounge into her with an expertise that I've learned from over many sexual encounters ,flicking and sucking in the way she loves so much and I bring her to her first orgasm with only my mouth ,a task that I'm incredibly proud of completing, moving under her to kneel behind her as she catches her breath "you get better at that every time I swear says Ariana as she breathes heavily
With a smirk I run my hand down the arch of her back "know what else I get better at every time says mercedes and her questioning hum turns into a long moan as I ease into her, not wasting a second before thrusting into her at a fast pace and admittedly, her ass is getting bigger, she's been putting on very healthy weight and I'm glad about it and I'm loving every curve of her hips ,her thicker thighs and all and I know she was a little insecure about her weight gain in the beginning and still gets those moments so I make sure to praise every inch of her, she's perfect to me and I'll be damned if she thinks otherwise
"You're so beautiful baby girl as I tell her, emphasizing the words with deeper strokes "fuck mercedes, just like that says Ariana as she moans and I can see the way her jaw drops and I angle my hips to hit that spot inside her that elicits them Grammy winning screams "like that as I thrust faster "this what you want says mercedes and her head nods frantically "yes baby, fu- as a silent scream cuts her off and I refrain from smirking and reaching forward, I wrap my hand around her throat and pull her back into my chest "you know this pussy mine right as I say with my continued thrusts as she can't seem to find the words outside of incoherent moaning so I slow down, going deeper for longer periods of time "who's pussy is this baby says mercedes
When I squeeze the sides of her throat a little it seems to bring her from her haze enough to answer "yours says Ariana as she cries and I just know she's Cumming, if the clenching of her walls around the strap wasn't enough the shaking of her thighs give it away "it's your baby says Ariana "damn right "as then I push her back down and return to slamming into her and a long drawn out "fuck" leaves her lips and her fingers grasps the sheets "mercedes i- I'm gonna as Ariana cums again with her eyes screwed shut, back arching so she presses further into the sheets and slowly I pull out ,her body twitching at the movement inside her sensitive core and I roll her over
Hovering over her, I lean down and kiss her, she runs her tounge across my bottom lip and I let her explore my mouth, playfully I bite her tounge as I pull away and she giggles and smiles, pushing my shoulder so I left up and I wink then guide the strap back into her, her hand travels up my back, nails scratching softly as she let's me back in and our eye contact never breaks and that alone gives away the shift of intimacy and she uses her free hand to pull me down into a kiss as my hips rock into her slowly ,my strokes are long and deep, touching every part of her that drives her crazy in the most loving way possible, our kiss breaks with a moan from her so I shift to kissing her neck and collarbone, sucking a mark into the soft skin that connects her shoulder and neck
When we lock gazes again, tears glisten in her eyes ,admittedly I can feel the tug of my heart towards her ,as if our hearts were merging into one, it was a terrifyingly beautiful moment and that, along with the brush of the end of the strap against my clit, pushes me further toward the edge and it's not but two strokes later that we both fall over ,my forehead presses into the crook of her neck, her moan of "I love you" sounding right into me ear "I love you too as I say between quick breaths
****smut ends****
Noticing that she still has unshed tears in her eyes, I give her a minute before asking "you okay " and getting a small nod in response and with a nod of my own, I ease out of her and get off the bed, heading into the bathroom, I take the strap off and place it in the sink to be cleaned later before moving to the shower and I make quick work of washing my sweaty body off and get out then going to the tub and turning the hot and cold water on, checking the temperature to make sure it's perfect, I plug the tub up, looking into the cabinets ,I grab some of her rose oil, bubble bath and some vanilla scented bath salts and generously mixing them into the water ,i let the tub keep filling up and leave out
Ariana is still lying down, eyes moving from the ceiling to me, her gaze telling me she's clearly a little out of it and stepping into a pair of my packing underwear, the pair that has a built in bulge as opposed to a packer, I pull on some black sweats and a light pink shirt from the tour and I give my girl a soft smile and slide my arms under her back and legs and carry her into the bathroom ,a little pout forms on her lips at the bath I ran for her and I gently set her in ,ignoring the bubbles that cover my arms "awe baby thank you says Ariana watching me turn the water off "but why didn't you just take a bath with me says Ariana
"Cause I want to do other stuff for you while you get clean as I tell her ,leaning down to kiss her forehead "now relax, you deserve it after that says mercedes as she teases and smile at the blush that covers her cheeks and knowing she's going to be in there for awhile I set out to get a couple things done. First I strip the bed and put clean sheets on it then I pull out some comfy clothes for Ariana which is literally one of my sweatshirts and some of her biker shorts ,with the rest of my time, I go downstairs and the nice thing about having awesome friends is, I don't have to clean the house much after our parties ,they're grown ass mature adults so they knew to throw their trash away, wash their dishes and pick up after themselves
Not having to worry about that, I focus on feeding all the dogs and piggy ,taking a quick minute to play with them but trying to remain quiet so as not to disturb Arianas peace then I make Ariana some breakfast: crepes with strawberries and cream and tofu scramble (all vegan of course) and I plate it all up and set it on a tray, pouring her cup of a orange juice and fixing her some coffee and as expected she's still in the tub when I get back up, the oils and shit probably helping her not turn into a damn raisin and after setting the tray on the dresser, I go into the bathroom, picking up a dry towel, I walk over to her "you done or says mercedes and Ariana nods and I hold the towel up
She stands up, water pouring off her body and even that looks angelic as fuck "thank you says Ariana as she hums as I gently pat her down (can't be rubbin her skin with a towel, that shit damages and I refuse) and literally wanting her to not lift a finger, I grab her lotion and massage it into her skin, running soft fingers over her body and her eyes follow me with every move, completely filled with love and adoration and thing is, I'm lucky enough to be marrying this woman and while I don't think I'm a terrible person or anything, I know she could do a lot better than me if she wanted to but she chose me so I plan on making every day worth it
Once she's perfectly moisturized, I grav the fluffy ass robe by the door and she shrugs into it, pulling it closer to her body with a happy smile on her face. God she's an angel, taking her hand in mine, I guide her out the bathroom and back into the bed ,not worrying about her clothes just yet and I wait for her to get settled against the headboard and bring the tray over and for a moment I step away, going to drain the rub and straighten the bathroom up and when I come back her face is buried in her hands ,shoulder shaking "Ariana, babe what's wrong as I ask sitting next to her and wrapping her in my arms, careful not to shake the tray too much
She keeps crying and my heart breaks "please talk to me, did I do something says mercedes and she shakes her head, sniffling as she moves her hands "I love you so much, you're so perfect and I can't believe I get to marry you, like- sex and the bath and breakfast in bed and everything in between you're just-i fucking can't says Ariana as she sniffs again, more tears falling and I laugh and she looks at me with a frown "you know I did all this today, well one cause I love you obviously but also cause same as you, I can't believe I get to call you mine and marry you eventually says mercedes and that makes her expression soften and i continue
"I was honestly just thinking you're perfect and could do better, how I'm the lucky one to have you says mercedes and wiping the tears off her cheeks, I kiss her forehead "you know what I think says mercedes "what says Ariana as her voice Is soft, laced with honest curiosity and it's adorable "I think we need to accept that we've both incredibly lucky and instead of being perfect separately, we understand that we're just perfect for each other as I speak as I start to understand more myself "it's not that either of us are actually perfect, it's just that we've spent months learning each other, our likes and dislikes and realizing exactly what it is we deserve from a partner and we act on what we learn, all that is what makes us perfect says mercedes
Ariana groans "your vows are gonna be so much better than mine says Ariana and I give a loud laugh, shaking my head "baby girl you could literally just say you love me and that would top whatever the fuck it is I say ,I could get up there and spill a Shakespearean masterpiece and it would pale in comparison to you looking at me with those beautiful brown eyes and simply say you love me, like- says mercedes and deciding to shut me up, she cups my cheek and pulls me into a sweet little kiss, her lips press to mine naturally and after a second she pulls away and before she can reach for the fork, I grab it ,not lifting a muscle
I cut into the crepe with the side of the fork and lift it to her mouth, a different kind of moan leaves her lips at the taste of it "sweet right as I ask and she nods "that's how you taste says mercedes "mercedes says Ariana as she exclaims, laughing and bumping her shoulder against mine and throughout breakfast we keep teasing each other and talking about nothing at all but I love every second of it and as if knowing we've just finished eating, the dogs and piggy come running in when I move the tray to the nightstand and Ariana instantly starts to coo at them ,her babies crawling over to her and cuddling into her lap in search of scratches and attention, all except one
My buddy Myron crawls over to me, pressing his nose into my stomach and sniffing me before jumping up on his hind legs ,his front paws resting on my shoulders "wassup buddy as I coo, scratching behind his ears and leaning down to kiss the side of his head, his paws stay on my shoulders and I rub the sides of his belly "you wanna go for a walk as I ask and the question gets all the pets attention, ears perk up, tails wag and heads turn to me "yall wanna for a walk as I ask and in answer they scramble over and my eyes move to Ariana and I ask if she wants to go for a walk
She says yes and we both start to get ready, while she pulls some clothes on, I step into my gym shoes and start to leash the pets up, poop bags and treats in hand, we leave out, locking the house up behind us, the walk starts at our front door, heading down the driveway, out the gate and onto our street and the pets are all happily distracted by the outdoors ,Ariana stepping closer to me and wrapping her free hand around my arm "so I was thinking, what if we got married in spring says Ariana and mercedes hums "we talkin California spring or normal spring says mercedes and Ariana chuckles but thinks "California spring i guess, since we're getting married here says Ariana
"Wouldn't you want to do it in Florida though says mercedes "no says Ariana as she answers "don't get me wrong, I absolutely love Florida and it will always be my home but the weather here is more dependable than Florida or New York says Ariana and she's right so I nod "start of spring or end of spring like March or May says mercedes "middle, that way all the pretty flowers are in bloom and the weather is just right as we pause the conversation for a second to wave to a few of our neighbors who happen to be outside, ignoring when a few of them take pictures "okay, April it is though my mommas birthday is in April and ion know how she gon feel about us stealin her thunder says mercedes as she jokes
Knowing my mom, she'd see it as a birthday gift, either late or early depending on the day and Ariana pats my arm "let me talk to mom, I got says Ariana and I smile at that, hearing my girl call my mom mom just set all types of butterflies loose in my stomach and we take our walk to the edge of our neighborhood before turning around and on the way back we stop so the pets can use the bathroom, cleaning up after them when necessary and also ordering some food for lunch and the second we step inside we unleash them and they run off ,toulouse follows Ariana into the living room, the other pets go over to their sleeping area and snape and Myron follow me as I go into the kitchen to put their leashes away and fill their water bowls
Grabbing two bottles of water, I go back into the living room, the dogs all off doing their own things now and Ariana is partly laid out on the couch so I go over, handing her a bottle of water, then spreading her legs and laying between them, my head rests on her stomach and I wrap an arm around her waist, the other hanging off the couch "someone's sleepy says Ariana teasingly, gently scratching her nails on my hairline and if I wasn't before, her soothing ass actions definitely make me but I was a little tired and I hum, tightening my arm around her a little and scooting closer to her "yeah a little, wake me up when lunch gets here says mercedes
She mumbles a quiet okay and I drift off to the sound of her random humming and the feeling of her nails scratching my head even though I'm not asleep for long, the little nap helps me give some more energy ,when u wake up I'm alone on the couch and I hit a good ass stretch, a long groan leaving my lips as my muscles unwind "-just give me my food please says Ariana and my eyebrows pinch together at the sound of Arianas voice sounding less than happy ,jumping up quickly, I head into the entryway to see what's up and standing at the door is my girl, an irritated expression on her face as she speaks to the cocky looking delivery boy and my nose turns up at his wrinkly ass shirt and way too tight pants
I walk over to stand behind her, my hands resting on her hips "everything okay baby girl says mercedes and instead of Ariana responding, the boy does "oh we all good, just trying convince lil mama here to come find out what's it like to fuck with somebody who can actually take care of her says the delivery boy. Bitch what, only thing this lil boy can take care of is his chin whiskers abd chuckling humorlessly, I guide Ariana to stand behind me and cross my arms over my chest, her hand rests on my back and I know that's her way of keeping me from completely popping off "i find it funny as fuck that you thought for one second lil mama wants anything to do with you, had you not caught me on my good day, I woulda laud yo ass out already
But I'm calm and I don't want my girl to see me like that so as I reach forward, snatch the bag from him and hand it to Ariana with a smile then I reach into my pocket and pull out a hundred "if I ever see you again, that's ya ass as I flick the bill at him, watching it swirl in the air and floats towards the ground but i close the door before it can and once it's locked I turn around and take a calming breath in and out "today was Almost perfect says mercedes as she groans and Arianas lip is sitting between her teeth as her darkened eyes watch me, trailing her hand up my chest, her nail traces my collarbone "I think I can turn that last bit around says Ariana as her voice Is low and I know she's turned on by what just happened "oh yeah says mercedes
Ariana nods "but we should eat first, we're going to need all the energy we can get says Ariana as she walks off to the kitchen with an extra sway in her hips that makes me bite my lip. Damn I'm blessed
Chapter 44 title: family matters
Mercedes point of view
Reaching into my pocket, I pull out my keys, switching my phone to my other shoulder as I unlock the door "nah man it's a Lil collab error, no more than six songs of just me singin wit my friends as I tell Anthony as I walk through the house to the kitchen, grocery bags in hand and I quickly switch him to speaker as I unpack the bags "mercedes you just got off tour, literally a week ago, take a break ,relax, Christmas is in two weeks, get back to me wit that then says Anthony with a sigh then his distant voice speaks to someone other than me and I take his distraction as a moment to pull out the pans I need
He comes back "my bad, as I was sayin, just chill ,there's no rush I keep tellin you, yo album still poppin anyway says Anthony and shaking my head, I lay strips of bacon on the heated pan "that ain't the point, I been relaxin thank you and this would be fun as fuck, it ain't even bout tryna stay relevant or money or nothin, I just want to make some music wit my friends man says mercedes and a loud groan comes from him and I smile, knowing he might be about to change his mind, it's taken a minute too, I called him two days ago with the Idea, basically G, meg, cardi and Bruno came over and meg and G had lit a blunt and I smoked a little and we all started creating
That junk was so dope and fun as hell so I came up with the Idea to put those songs on a little ep, as mentioned though, I just dropped an album and went on tour so i would have to convince my label to release it cause honestly, I could work on it at my studio at home so that's not the problem "mercedes what the- as I hold my finger up to the girl who walks in with a sleepy expression then look back down to the phone "come on ant ,you know I need your backing before I can even approach the label with this as I try to push a little more
The next groan tells me it worked "okay as I cheer "ahh ahh, shut the hell up, im not sayin Anything to the label till I hear the complete ep, all, however many songs, need to be finished one hundred percent says Anthony and I smile "I got you bro, thank you, love you boo bear as I make loud smooching sounds when he hangs up and after pocketing my phone, I take the bacon off the skillet ,lay down some more strips a.d turn to the girl "what are you doing here says Samia as she asks walking all the way into the kitchen and sitting at the counter "one: good morning sis as I round the counter to kiss the top of her head and she pushes me away
"Two: I came to see you and momma, spend the day wit yall says mercedes and her narrowed eyes follow me as I move back to the stove to continue cooking "why are you really here, where's ari says Samia. Damn it's like that "that's cold Sam, Ariana is spending the day with her dad while he's in town and he don't like me so I wasn't goin with her and even if she wasn't I would've come here cause yall my family and I wanted to see yall says mercedes and she hums sarcastically then jumps up and comes over to me "what we makin says Samia and for the next half hour we pull together a little breakfast spread: hashbrowns, grits, eggs, bacon, sausage, toast and plenty of fruit
We set the table ,lay the food out and start a fresh pot of coffee before heading upstairs and quietly walking down the hallway, we sneak into my mom's room, with shared expression, we run over and jump on the bed at her sides, yelling good morning and as we dissolve into a fit of laughter, my mom smacking the both of us, I'm reminded of when we used to do it when we were younger and it started with my dad, whenever he wasn't deployed, his first and last day at home, we would make Breakfast and wake my mom up by jumping on the bed and shouting good morning and after he passed I stopped doing it for awhile but then Samia was born
With her dad not being in the picture and my mom doing her best to give her everything she could, I wanted to give her memories like I had, stuff that would matter, this was one of those things "good morning momma as I say pressing a big kiss on her cheek and Samia cuddling into her "whatever, it was good till you woke me up like you lost your mind says y/m/n and me and Samia laugh again "what you doin here girl says y/m/n as she asks and I sit up and face her with crossed legs "just sitll got free days and stuff so I figured we could spend the day together, we made you breakfast as I add the last bit with a grin and a sweet smile forms on her face and she smooths her thumb over my cheek
"Okay, let me get clean and dressed and I'll be down in a minute says y/m/n and nodding, me and Samia leave out, Samia goes to do the same thing and I go downstairs and while I wait for them I text Ariana
Mercedes🌎💞😍: hey babe, how's it goin with your dad
Wifey💍🥰💜: hi baby, it's good, we're getting breakfast now
Wifey💍🥰💜: I miss you 😔
Mercedes🌎💞😍: awe I miss you more baby girl 😘
Mercedes🌎💞😍: and tell him I said hi, I know he hates me but still
Wifey💍🥰💜: he does not hate you
Mercedes🌎💞😍: nah he most def does, he ain't even speak to me when we told him we gettin married
Wifey💍🥰💜: he's just protective and you haven't spent much time together
Wifey💍🥰💜: I know once you two get to know each other better you're going to love each other
Mercedes🌎💞😍: you're so optimistic, I don't wanna bust your bubble
Wifey💍🥰💜: you can't cause it's true, it's gonna happen at Christmas too
Wifey💍🥰💜: I'm calling it now and I want props when it happens
Mercedes🌎💞😍: you can get all the props you want baby girl 😉
Wifey💍🥰💜: that's sexy but don't change the subject
My mom and Samia walk into the room and I make my way over to the table
Mercedes🌎💞😍: we'll see what happens and if you're right, we can do whatever you want
Wifey💍🥰💜: whatever 😏
Mercedes🌎💞😍: smh, just nasty
Mercedes🌎💞😍: I gtg ,text you later, love you ❤️❤️❤️
Wifey💍🥰💜: love you too babe 😘😘
Putting my phone away, I slip into the chair across from Samia and start to fill my plate "so as I start as I jelly my toast "we got appointments at a spa, gon get nice and pampered then we gon do a Lil shoppin as my mom opens her mouth but I stop her "don't tell me it's not necessary, I know, yall ain't gotta go crazy if you don't want to, I just want to treat yall on our day together says mercedes and I wait to see if she's going to deny that but she doesn't, just sighs and tells me to keep going, Samia more than happy about it
"After that, we gettin lunch at this bistro place me and ant found ,food Is good then we can do whatever yall want till like 9, I gotta go get Christmas gifts before our trip as I finish explaining the plan for today and mom nods "sounds good, except that last part, you should have your Christmas gifts already says miss y/m/n and my mom would get everybody's Christmas gifts throughout the year, she knew all the good hiding spots in the house so we never found them and I used to do the same but I had more time back then "I just been busy, haven't really had the chance to go shopping like that says mercedes and Samia adds "i got yall gifts already, even aris says Samia and that makes me smile a little
"Aye as my moms voice pulls me from my thoughts of how close my family is to my girl "I know this is your dream career, I know it's easy to get caught up in all of it but don't you work yourself to death you hear me, just as much as you would take vacations and breaks from your job at the bar, you do the same with this says miss y/m/n and everybody is always telling me to relax and take breaks and I get it, truly, I'm just- I love what I do so much, it's genuinely my passion so it's hard to flick that switch off ,it's hard to want to hit the switch and nodding, I tell her "I know momma I do and I'm not gonna work myself to death, that's a bit much as she gives me a pointed look and I sigh "okay, I'll chill I promise says mercedes
I can tell she doesn't completely believe me but she drops the topic there and while eating breakfast we talk about my moms job and Samias school, Samia tells me there's a winter formal type thing before break and she wants to get an outfit for it which we Decide to do today and once we're all done, we clean up together and they get their stuff so we can go and for the first part of our day I drive us, going to the spa where we get facials, manicures and pedicures and they give us complimentary skincare bags with soap and oils and shit before we leave and afterwards I take us to my house where the car service meets us, my security with them
I've learned that I can't go to the mall without them, disguises work but barely and as expected my presence at the mall grabs people's attention, I take a minute to interact with a few people cause let's face it the fans are a big part of why I am where I am but from there I focus on spending time with my sister and my mom and we stroll around, popping in and out of stores, some we buy stuff from, others we don't and when we find a nice dress shop my mom and Samia find a pretty light blue knee length dress for Sam to wear to her dance plus a pair of heels, something about seeing my sister in heels makes me realize how fast she's growing up. 14 man, damn
I'm gon look up one day and she gon be graduating and heading pff to college or traveling or whatever she wants to do with her life and that sends my ass down a long road of experiencing that with mine and Arianas kids ,my mom tells me all the time how time seemed to fly with me and Sam, said it seemed like a week had gone by and I went from 'wuv you mommy' to working at a bar and thinking about that with my own daughters or sons or whatever is equally as scary as it is exciting, getting to watch them grow up and learn, find themselves and what they love and hate, like and dislike and suddenly feeling all emotional and shit, I send a quick text
Mercedes🌎💞😍: hey baby ,hope you're still havin fun with your dad, I live you so much and I can't wait to spend the rest of my life wit you 🥰
"Mercedes come on as Samia smacks my arm as she walks by and I jump up and flip her braids over the front of her face, I know ot irritates her when I do that and my phone buzzes and I look down
Wifey💍🥰💜: don't make me cry in front of my dad mercedes
Wifey💍🥰💜: I love you more, you make me feel special every second of every day even when we aren't together
All wrapped up in my phone, my dumbass ends up smacking into a pillar and Samia breaks into a loud ass laugh, being extra and pointing at me so people look our way and notice me, I smile politely and wave them smack her hand "the hell its a pole in the middle of the walkway for as I mumble looking around a little embarrassed and momma smacks her lips "it wasn't in the middle but you would've seen that if you wasn't all up in that phone says y/m/n and I look at her like she grew two heads cause she's on her phone right now as we speak, parents really be trippin, Samia gives me that 'yeah I see it too' look and just shakes her head
We keep walking, now heading back towards the exit and I see footlocker even though I have a decent selection of shoes, there's a pair sitting in the window on display that look dope as fuck "ooo I gotta cop em as I say stopping in my tracks, Sam and my mom follow my gaze and my sister agrees "those 6 rings ,they fresh, you tryna match big sis says Samia "all day says mercedes and her excitement shifts like whiplash when I start to walk towards the store and her hand grabs my arm and she tugs me back "actually they not that cool and I got enough shoes anyway you know, no need to spend unnecessary money says Samia
I frown "girl what, they most definitely that cool, so cone on as she resists as I pull her towards the store, confused as to why she all of a sudden said no and my mom just follows us, rolling her eyes at the girls antics ,I just know she textin Joan or one of her other friends about us, stay gossipin and casually, I stroll through the store looking at stuff I don't really need, I grab a couple pairs of socks and then head to the nearest worker in the classic referee shirt and the boy I approach looks up and his eyes go wide at the sight of me and with this not being the first reaction I've gotten like today, I just smile and nod at him, I just to get my shoes first and then I'll sign shit or whatever
"What's up my man, I'm just tryna see if yall have the shoes in the window in a men's 10 and a, what size you wear as I turn to Samia only to see her looking stuck as hell "Sammy as the boy suddenly speaks, a smile pulling at his lips while he looks at my sister then his gaze shifts to my mom "miss y/m/n hi says Calvin "Calvin, boy I didn't know you worked here as my mom steps pass my confused ass and Samia who's still froze to hug the boy "how are you sweetie says miss y/m/n. Sweetie, Sammy, did I miss an introduction or something and with a shake of my head I ask "how yall know this kid as I look at Samia with a raised eyebrow, I'm betting her reaction is telling me more than she would like me to know
But it's my mom who answers "this is one of samias friends from school, he took her to homecoming, what. The .fuck and I can tell when I look at Samia my expression Is a hurt one ,I ain't heard shit about no homecoming date or boy 'friend' ,me and Sam aren't best friends for eternity or nothin but we're close, we used to share a lot of stuff with each other, about friends and relationships and stuff and she knew about my toxic ass relationship before my mom, hell before Anthony and she was still a kid when all that went down, she was the first person to know about Mt true feelings for ari
And Anthony was there in the beginning of it so why wouldn't she tell me about a boy ,did she not trust me, didn't want me to know and not wanting to make some show or something I chuckle humorlessly and look away from Samia, holding my hand out towards the kid "nice to meet you Calvin, I'm Sam's sister mercedes says mercedes and he shakes it, the smile holding a bit of excitement now "I know exactly who you are, I love your music so much, i had no idea you were Sammy's sister though says Calvin "I had no idea you were Sammy's from so the feelings mutual, said you took her to homecoming says mercedes and he nods "what grade you in my man says mercedes "ninth says Calvin
My eyes scan over his face and he does look about 14/15 "that's wassup, bout them shoes though as I raise an eyebrow on question and his eyes widen "right of course, the 6 rings says Calvin and I nod "you said men's 10 and a -says Calvin "7 says Samia, her voice all soft and quiet and a small smile forms and he nods, turns and jogs away and taking a deep breath in, I look back at Samia "so yall just friends or talkin or what as my voice is calm, which I know takes her by suprise based off the way her eyebrows raise and the light blush that rises to her cheeks let's me know the answer "we aren't together or nothin, we just hang out says Samia
I hum and turn away again and honestly I'm trying to get my thoughts together, why she wouldn't tell me is bugging me but I don't want to ask that while I'm thinking so hard cause I might get a little upset or irritated so I keep quiet until Ole boy comes back, orange boxes in hand, he stops in front of us "the 10 and the 7 says Calvin "good looks as I accept the box and sit down and try it on ,u know it's my size but you still gotta try the show on, make sure it looks right and as I step over to the shoe mirror, I hear him talking to Samia "they fit okay, you like em says Calvin abd a glance over and I see a sincere look on his face, like he feeling her or something, he's kneeling in front of her, tying her shoe up and occasionally looking up into her eyes
She nods, that blush still there "yeah they fit and they're cute says Samia and he chuckles "they go wit that one jacket you got, the fresh prince lookin one says Calvin and a look of amazement is on her face, girl's love it when you pay attention to stuff that could otherwise be taken as irrelevant, for him to remember a jacket she wore once or twice, no matter how long ago, is kind of sweet and it's clear as day they like each other which just makes her not telling me that much more sucky ,like what she thought I was gon kill her or Ole boy, forbid her from talking to him or something
With a shake of my head, I walk back over, Samia sitting straight up and looking away from Calvin, I look at him and say "imma take em ,this the only color yall got says mercedes and momma smacks her lips and I chuckle but keep my eyes on him ,who answers "we also have the black and gold and the red says Calvin "can I see the red says mercedes and he nods, looking over at Samia, I look over at her too "you want the red too says Calvin "can I as Samia asks me, uncertain e/c eyes looking back at my own, I nod and Calvin goes off to get the shoes
For the most part I remain quiet, only speaking to Calvin when he asks a question or I have one and once we make sure we have everything we want, Calvin rings us up and I pay, of course I sign something for him and take a couple pictures and before we leave he hugs my mom and tells Samia he'll see her at school and the vibe instantly gets awkward as we step out the store but I ignore it, we stop at a bath and body works so my mom can get the soap and stuff that she like and then we leave the mall and in the car, I pull my phone out, not missing the fact that Sania keeps glancing at me nervously
Mercedes🌎💞😍: Sam got this lil crush and ain't said shit to me
I know my message gon come all out of left field but Ariana Is my person, if I'm upset or figuring shit out she's the one I go to
Wifey💍🥰💜: awe that's cute, did you ask her why
Mercedes🌎💞😍: no, won't lie I'm a Lil upset so I ain't really Said nothin
Wifey💍🥰💜: so calm down and don't be upset with her, I'm sure there's a good reason why she didn't say anything
Mercedes🌎💞😍: like what bruh, we don't keep stuff from each other and now all of a sudden I'm the last person to know
Mercedes🌎💞😍: even momma knew about him, hugged him and everything
Wifey💍🥰💜: you did not just call me bruh
Wifey💍🥰💜: also, again, ask her, if yall don't talk you're going to stay upset and confused
Mercedes🌎💞😍: that's my fault, I meant wifey
Wifey💍🥰💜: I thought so
Mercedes🌎💞😍: I'll talk to her
Wifey💍🥰💜: good now I gtg, see you later baby, love you ❤️
Mercedes🌎💞😍: 😘😘😘
Taking a minute after our messages, I breathe slowly before turning to Samia, her eyes avoid mine but she still looks at my face "why you ain't tell me you was talkin to somebody as I ask keeping my tone neutral and she sighs "I- cause you be so overprotective and I like him, I didn't want you to cut up on him or somethin says Samia. Right "if you think how I act is overprotective, you ain't seen nothin, for one and two ,I'm like that cause you got potential Sam, you ain't like these fast ass lil girls man ,you smart as hell, you're beautiful, got a good head on your shoulders as a sigh falls from my lips as I shake my head
"I done seen plenty of girls like you get caught up wit some lil Boy they like and end up in a situation that jeopardize they future says mercedes and she drops her head "but you and momma raised me better than that, you don't think I can handle myself says Samia as her tone is a little hurt and I have to clarify what I mean and leaning down a little, I catch her eyes "that's that what I'm sayin, emotions and mental ain't always on the same page, I'm smart right, usually maje good decisions says mercedes and Samia nods "yet I was still in a toxic relationship with a manipulative girl cause my emotions got the better of me
It overcame my mental so even when I knew I should've got out of that situation I stayed says mercedes and suddenly momma jumps in "she's right, that heart can get anybody into some mess says miss y/m/n and I point to her in agreement and Samia nods and I know she's actually listening to us "Sam as I reach back ,turn just a little more and rest my hand on her knee "I'm not sayin stop talkin to the boy, he seems ight I guess, just don't lose focus, you know what you want, what's really important, I trust that and if whatever it is wit him is real, he ain't gon take offense to you grindin and tryin to make something of yourself, in fact If he a real one ,he gon be right there wit you workin hard too, doin his thing to reach his goals so yall succeed together and that goes for any dude you get wit says mercedes
"I get it says Samia as sge lays her hand over mine "I'm sorry I didn't tell you says Samia and giving her a soft smile, I tell her "don't worry bout it ,just remember you can trust me Sam, I'm only ever doin what I think is best for you says mercedes and when she smiles back I know we good but she still leans up and kisses my cheek and turning back around, I catch my mom smiling over at me and I reach over to grab her hand, giving it a little squeeze. One thing I'll always do is look out for my family, protect them in every way I can and now that I have the means, give them everything they want and need
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Writing prompt! The Thin Man and the Lady have a fight and he ends up hurting her feelings very badly. Realizing his mistake, he has to resort to desperate measures to apologize. Plenty of fluff and angst please!
Can't tell if you guys like ThinLady prompts/shorts, but sure~ This is more angst that fluff, and it ended up being very long ;w; Enjoy!
Title: I’ll Make This Up to You Word Count: 1663 Characters: the Lady, the Thin Man
Date night was ruined. The Thin Man and the Lady returned to the Tower annoyed and miserable. "Well, that was a bloody waste of time," the Thin Man groaned, shaking out the rain drops from their umbrella.
"I still can't believe they turned you away," the Lady added. She walked ahead of the Thin Man, grumbling in disappointment.
"To be fair, they did ask for reservation first. And here I thought my immense popularity could get us in easily." The Thin Man looked at the back of the Lady sadly. "I'll make this up you to, dearest. I promise."
"Whatever."
The disappointment in her tone hit him hard. It wasn't like her to give him the cold shoulder, even when angered. "I promise!" the Thin Man repeated desperately, "When have I ever gone back on a promise?"
"It's fine." The Lady turned around to face him, hands held up in front of her. "I'm just...tired, and stressed out. I just thought coming over would de-stress me."
"Yes, that's the only time you come over," the Thin Man grumbled to himself, "Whenever work gets to you, I pull you over and try to get you to relax."
"Oh, so it's my fault I don't visit Pale City more often?" the Lady snapped.
"What? N-No? I'm just saying-"
"Mono, it's fine. I'm just gonna go to my lovely pink room you've made for me, and I'm going to go take a nap. It's fine." The Lady turned away and walked over to the elevator.
The Thin Man froze. They never used their real names, unless it was an argument...a bad one. He should have just let this one go, but he was vindictive by nature. The Thin Man followed the Lady into the elevator silently and angrily. "I just want to make this up to you...Six."
The Lady perked up at the mentioning of her name. "It's fine," she answered stiffly.
"Is it?" The Thin Man leaned against the wall with his arms crossed. "This is only the first time I've let you down...unlike you, 50 years ago."
The Lady stared at him with alarm. "We've settled that."
The Thin Man shrugged his shoulders. "Well, you know me: old, bitter, and vengeful."
She didn't respond. The elevator had brought them to her floor. The Lady got out first in a hurry, but the Thin Man wasn't far behind. "You're not really going to bring that up again, are you?" She turned to study him.
The Thin Man held up one finger. "The ONE time I let you down, and this is what I get, you ungrateful wench."
"50 years ago, Mono!"
"Basically yesterday for me, Six! Or, have you forgotten the weird time warp thing that's in this tower?"
"50 years ago is not yesterday, no matter how warped your sense of time really is."
"Oh, I suppose you wouldn't understand it since you weren't abandoned here! You got to enjoy or un-enjoy life, while I was stuck in a lonesome world with nothing by monsters and nightmares!"
"But, I came back!"
"50 years too late, you hateful witch! You might has well just forgotten me, like you do with everyone who tries to help you."
The air between them suddenly went silent and cold. He went too far. The Lady looked at him quietly. She was proud and regal, both of which did their best to hide the hurt in her voice. "Take me home. Now."
The Thin Man wasn't a stubborn man. The second he heard her request, his heart broke. "Fine." He waved his hand high over his head and the corridor changed to a dark room with several floating television screens. He brought down the one that lead back to the Maw and stepped aside to let the Lady go.
Usually, the Thin Man would go through the t.v. screen first and pull the Lady through to transport them to their next place. But by now, the Lady had learned his tricks and changed her magic to go through the t.v. screens herself, if needed. She stepped forward and exited the Tower to her Residency without another word.
When she was on the other side, the Thin Man croaked. "Darling, I-" He looked up and saw the Lady had already moved away from it. The Thin Man flung to his side of the screen. "NO, DON'T UNPLUG THE-"
Bzzt! The screen was gone and the Thin Man stumbled forward. The Lady had unplugged her television set, effectively cutting him off from contacting her. A quick away of panic swelled in the Thin Man. It was easy for him to turn on a t.v. from his side, if it was plugged in. But, if it was unplugged...
The Thin Man grabbed at the buttons on his coat, shaking with anxiety. "No, she's just angry with me," he told himself as calmly as possibly, "She'll come back. She has to...she has to." The Thin Man knew the Lady wasn't just angry with him. She was furious, and hurt. That was more than enough reason for her to never want to talk to him again, and more than enough to let his old fears of abandonment spread quickly like wildfire. He had to go to the Maw and apologize. It was his only chance to fix this.
The Thin Man summoned the other television screens and frantically looked for the other two t.v.s in the Maw. "There!" He found a static screen to a familiar, dark storage room and slipped through the screen without hesitation. Thanks to the Janitor's television, the Thin Man was on the Maw, and he wasted no time trying to get to his beloved; except, he wasn't familiar with the lower regions of the Maw. He got out of the storage and paused. Where was he suppose to go now? He knew he had to go up, but the only thing in front of him was a piano hanging around precariously. There was no way that was going to hold his weight, nor was he going to fit through the peephole on the other side. The Thin Man pulled himself up unto the next level above and found the Janitor.
The Thin Man froze. Roger was blind, but had sharp reflexes and hearing; and most importantly, knew how to get to the upper decks. All the Thin Man had to do was follow the short man with lanky arms quietly, and he'll be one step closer to his goal. He followed Roger slowly and at a safe distance, then tiptoed into the lift with him. Once they were on the next floor, the Thin Man continued his slow and stealthy pace, but Roger shut the gate to the lift before the taller man could leave it. "No!" the Thin Man snarled to himself. "Ffff- Roger, I'm going to strangle you when I get out of here."
The Thin Man looked around for another exit. There was a hatch overhead, so he flipped it over and pulled himself up and onto the lift. Next to it was an air duct which was small enough for a child or Nome to crawl through. The Thin Man stared at it. "The things I do for love..." He took off his hat and tucked it into his suit jacket. Then, he pushed himself through the tiny entrance. Lucky for him, he was skinny enough to pass through the tight, mental space, but only so much at a time. What was worst was that he still wasn't sure where he was going. When he reached the first grated filter he found, the Thin Man had to punch it to open it. He tumbled out clumsily, landing in a sitting position sore and tired.
"Thin Man!?" The Thin Man looked up at the mentioning of his name. It was the Lady, looking down at him, startled and bewildered. "What are you doing here?"
The Thin Man scrambled to his feet. "I'm sorry!" he shouted, "I came here to apologize. I'm sorry! I shouldn't have said what I said. I take it all back."
"How are you-"
"T.V. from storage," he answered before she could finish her question. He took a carefully step forward. "Please, I love you with all my heart. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have said those things. Name it, and it's yours."
The Lady stared at him in disbelief. "You just want me to turn back on the t.v in my room, don't you?"
"I will crawl on broken glass naked if that what it takes to make it up to you," he said desperately.
"No, I don't want you to do that," the Lady sighed, "It wasn't fun the first time. I don't like seeing you in pain." She looked at the pity on his face. All she had to do was give the word and he'll do it with little hesitation. "Two dozen red roses-"
"Done!"
"-and a show and dance number from you, apologizing again to me, in front of my Guests."
That second part shot down his confidence in flames. It wasn't that he wasn't capable of performing arts. He was actually very good at it. His shyness, though, was his Achilles Heel. "...can I just-"
"Bye, then." The Lady started to walk off, but the Thin Man rushed forward and wrapped his arms around her waist.
"No, no, no, no, no! Show and dance, fine-fine! I can...do...that..." His voice trailed off shyly, and his cheeks started to burn, too.
"Tonight," the Lady added the extra condition quickly.
The Thin Man groaned. "I don't like you, sometimes."
"Unfortunate, because I sometimes like you." The Lady straightened up to nuzzle the side of his face with hers. "Apple Sauce..."
He melted at her touch, and his pet name. "Lovely Nemesis of Mine," he whispered sweetly. The two stood there, holding each other. That's all they really needed, and a promised show and dance; but, that will come later.
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Tell us about your beautiful boy Killian... past: 8 and 10, present: 8, 13, 14 future: 3, 6, 8.
Oui oui mon ami
What was their childhood/teenage bedroom like?
One thing i know for sure is that he had/has a canopy bed, or one of those four-posters with the curtains that block out light (is that still technically a canopy bed? google search tells me yes)
it was organized, but like, in a weird way. Like his books were in drawers, organized by like, color, not alphabetically. He kept his school things in his armoire, along with his art supplies, and a fencing saber. There's a reason, surely, but he would get real bitchy if you asked him why things were in certain places.
no posters, because i've decided his parents had a strict rule set about decor, and if it doesn't look regency, forget it.
What did they dream of doing when they grew up? How and why did it change, if it did?
Getting married and having babies lol. That was more what was expected of him and he didn't realize he could strive for something else. Especially once his older sister abdicated the title and the pressure to continue the Magnier line fell to him. Which in part, is why the broken engagement hit him so hard. He was striving for a normal, traditional life, and his ex-fiancee ruined that for him. He thought she was his one chance to achieve his "dream" (chalk that up to high expectations from his parents leading to poor self-worth)
I don't know exactly how or why that changed, but i feel like he snapped one day and went on a bender and decided he would accept the offer to compete on a reality show far far away. Then things sort of just... went from there. Part of him still hopes for a traditional life with a spouse and child(ren) but i think that's leftovers from home, because it's less about love and more about continuing the family line.
What hobby or pastime of theirs do they consider most important to them and why?
His art. It was something he always enjoyed growing up, and because he had access to the best teachers, he really honed his skill and it stuck with him. It's his one outlet where he can do whatever he wants. It's also a great line for seducing people, "You have such lovely features, would you mind if I drew you?" works every time. He's got the skillz babyyyy he'll draw you like one of his French girls and you'll be so impressed you must smash
What’s the worst (in their mind) way their current situation could end up?
He’s a local celebrity, and a lot of what he does is televised, he’s extremely worried about fucking up spectacularly and being humiliated. Second worst thing is he winds up dead.
What matters most to them right now?
Having fun and looking good while doing it.
How would their beliefs or morals change in the future, if at all? 
I don’t know if his morals would change all that much, maybe from morally gray to a little less morally gray? His beliefs are probably where the changes would be. He grows up believing that the most important thing is to uphold tradition, do what he’s “supposed to do.” I think as he matures more, he’ll see that it’s not so much about upholding tradition, but doing what makes you truly happy, whatever that may be. I think also a certain someone will passively teach him that having magic is not the be all end all for determining worth.
Would they become a mentor figure for anyone? 
Only in the parent way. I haven’t decided if he’ll have any biological children, but he’ll certainly be helping out with Rory and Johnny. Those boys are gonna have so many dads lmao
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kiss-my-freckle · 20 days
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Most episodes are written like their seasons - they end opposite how they start. This is the 5th installment of my 14 episode series post. For those who don't know me, you can take and use my gifs any time you want.
3x5: The Reckoning
3x5 opens with Klaus wanting to hurt Elena. 3x5 ends with Klaus wanting to protect Elena.
The title of the episode itself is everything. Best to know why their two council members (Damon and Alaric) aren't in Mystic Falls. The way the writers pulled this off is insane and altogether perfect for Elena's un-fall.
I'm gonna cover the 20s first because it's easier than explaining the necklace. It's because Stefan spent the entire summer lying to Klaus that everyone in 3x5 is reliving the 20s. THIS is the reckoning. Klaus wasting his entire summer with Stefan when he could've been siring hybrids all along becomes the very wasting of Stefan's summer. That's why Stefan flips his humanity switch. Klaus is taking that loyalty Stefan pretended to give him all summer. He feels it's owed.
"There used to be an all-girls high school around the corner, but it shut down for attendance issues. Weird."
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Matt, Tyler, Caroline, Bonnie, and every other student at Mystic Falls High. Consider them students at the all-girls high school around the corner from Stefan's second personality home.
"If you're trying to scare me into giving up and going back, it's not going to work."
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Elena in the 20s would still be a human doppelganger. You basically have to imagine Klaus and Rebekah joining Ripper Stefan at the all-girls high school instead of Gloria's bar in the 20s.
If not for her blood being Klaus' solution, Elena wuld be dead along with the rest of them. Consider Stefan's girlfriend dead at the end of this episode. All that's left is the possibility of friendship for Stelena. Undersand this, you understand the 20s dance in 3x20.
"Welcome back to Chicago, Stefan." "Welcome back to Mystic Falls, Stefan."
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Klaus, Rebekah, and Ripper Stefan are in their 20s shoes. Thats why Damon and Alaric can't be there. They're not only on the council, both on it for the sake of protecting Mystic Falls, but Damon didn't hang out with Ripper Stefan in the 20s.
"What were you doing in the 1920s? Paving the way for women's liberation?" "I was around. Chicago's a big city. Stefan was a cocky ripper douche. But I could avoid him and still indulge in a few Daisy Buchanans of my own."
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This is where Elena's ignorance shines through. She was talking to the brother that waited 145 years to rescue Katherine from the tomb. Yes, Damon was fighting for women's liberation, but there's only so much he can do with the tomb spelled shut. That's why Katherine mentions Pearl, and why Damon and Katherine kiss at the open of the episode. Katherine's comment is necessary because he can't play pretend with her just as he can't play pretend with Elena, so he pushes her off of him. These are Damon's dialogues from 1x14 and 3x4 for the tomb effect...
"You'll bring the walls down if I don't. You think I trust you?"
"Why not. Walls are starting to close in on me around here."
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They end their 20s repeat by pulling in Mikael, that's why the episode ends with Jeremy and Katherine at his crypt. Mikael will come face-to-face with Stefan again, and again... it's when Stefan was already compelled by Klaus.
"I had an hour to realize what a bad idea it was to leave you here alone, process it, and move on. Are you okay?" "I shouldn't have left. I promise you I will never leave you again."
It's because of their 20s replay that you're given a 3x3/3x5 Delena parallel. This promise is the very reason Damon won't leave town in season 4. He uses Connor as an excuse to stay.
The necklace ship-shift
The necklace burns Elena, then the necklace burns Stefan.
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Consider the necklace the straw that broke the camel's back. When Klaus found out about it, he was done with Stefan. That's why Rebekah's scene matters. Katherine warned him. "And I've heard about that sister. Be careful. She'll ruin you." Rebekah's scene was the moment Klaus decided Stefan would bite Elena. He forced him to flip his switch for the very sake of it. The end of Stelena like The End of the Affair.
You can see what they do with the necklace through their Bamon side-by-sides. I'm talking about specific Bamon scene cuts that show Damon is the owner of the necklace.
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Their "potluck" event. Damon chooses the Fell family card. Dr. Fell, who heals Elena using Damon's blood. Like that necklace, Damon has his own magic lol.
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Their kitchen scenes written alongside their "unbreakable" scene. Extremely important as I post this scene cut for Bamon.
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All of which pushes to 3x15. Left just beyond the vampire seal for representation. Elena will become a vampire and Damon will become human. They're unbreakable.
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However, this is the Bamon side-by-side that matters, and it's cut. They don't want fans seeing Elena give Damon the necklace, so fans are left to imagine it lol
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Trust me when I say it's Damon's necklace at the end of 3x5. She gave it to him, period. That's why they show Damon and Elena looking at each other when Stefan leaves, then cut scene.
I'm gonna post my favorite moments of 3x5 separately because I wanna do bigger gifs. I have two favorite scenes.
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softlyspector · 2 months
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Lol, okay, so. Did it take me a long time (I could make a dad joke and say it "Took me a year to practically realize") to notice that rambling I sent about Care did not go through? Yes, indeed. In fact, I only thought about it because you reblogged someone's reblog of the fic! Anyway, I didn't find it fair that I'd be half-assing a rambling review. I whole-ass anything I do. So, I re-read the fic because why not. I would like to apologize, though.
I genuinely adore Grays, and Care is such a worthy sequel/continuation of this world you created. For me, it was oozing (sorry if you hate that word) nostalgia with every snow description. It made me remember happier times in the snow when I was 7 and younger and could toddle around the backyard with my twin. We'd make snow angels and try to make snowballs (we sucked at it, lol), and our dog would watch us carefully bc our parents had to dig out their cars on the street. (No garage or driveway, lol. And I say 7 and younger, because once that winter after I turned 7 came along, I ended up helping them, and never got to play in the snow since.)
I remember the drenched gloves and puddles we'd leave by the door with our very flushed hands gripping our little bowls of soup because my mom didn't want us to get sick. Truly, that is the core memory that came out when I read this story. If anything, this proves that the story is worthy of its title. (And honestly, I've never met a story so worthy of its title.) Everything about this story is warm, like that fresh burst of heat you feel after you come in from the cold.
The first moments when the Reader comes home is what I see as the overall tone of the story, in how it illustrates the comfort and care given to Joel. (Lord knows the man deserves it!) Honestly, I felt warm while re-reading this fic, and that was a little nuts imo because I was in my room, with the very crappy heater that doesn't like to work all the time. (And of course, while I was reading it decided not to work.)
Anyway, here are two moments that were just lovely, and that became my favorites.
He catches at your wrist before you can turn away, thumb rubbing slowly over the inside of your wrist. “You really don’t gotta do anything for me.” 
“I know it, Joel. I want to.”
Now, I know I said I had read this before and everything, but I figured I'd add this fun fact: this moment was also my favorite during my first read-through. (I know this because I always take screenshots of my favorite moments in fics, so I can directly quote them later.) I knew it would stay as my steady favorite during my second go through. I adore the idea of the "You don't have to." "But I want to.", trope. I love that idea, and I always will. I think that's one of your best tropes that you've written.
I do have to say that I'm confused about the Sprite mention, lol. Maybe that's because I live in the North. (Tbf I was always given cranberry juice or orange juice. But when I was real little, I was given warm milk with honey in it because my throat would get really bad whenever I was sick.) ANYWAY. I love the details, especially about what the Reader would have done and what they're doing to take care of Joel now.
SPEAKING OF DETAILS, this is my second favorite bit:
This winter he’s come to realize that taking care of people is important to you too. You do it in a different way than he does. Feeding folks mostly but it’s also—wrapping a scarf around his neck, mending Ellie’s jacket with needle and thread, making sure he and Ellie have eaten and rested, cooking things from your memories of home for him and his and no one else, sharing that very secret part of home and of yourself—so he’d better learn how to get on with it or risk running you off.
I love how Joel sees that they both care for people and that he knows the Reader's care is different from his. I love the examples, too. Again, each word feels warm with comfort. (I don't know how you do it!) It just holds me like a caregiver does with a baby. It makes me feel fuzzy and relaxed.
(Another side note, but lmfaoooo did I laugh when Joel paused and went "What?", after the Reader said they want him to drink something gross. What a mood, oh my gosh. I feel like we've all had that moment, except we know what we're getting because the antibiotics/cough medicine/Whatever other medicine tastes disgusting.)
Overall, you literally made me feel as though I was warm and safe with this fic. I've never felt this way about a fic before, so honestly?? Congrats, here's a trophy (this is not sarcasm, btw. Everything I say is always what it is, I promise):
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(Can you tell I have time in my hands? Thanks, winter break. I don't wanna go back to school lol)
But yeah. I'm coming back to this fic every winter, I know it. I know that's what'll happen. Thanks for always writing, and just for having these ideas. I love seeing what you come up with. You're amazing!! Hope you're well. Have a good day/night :)
Hi! So sorry its taken me so long to get to this! I'm glad you liked it and that it could give you so many nostalgic feelings. I love writing about snow in fics and the feeling of coming inside to get warm after being so chilly is so so so good.
I adore the idea of the "You don't have to." "But I want to.", trope. I love that idea, and I always will. I think that's one of your best tropes that you've written.
It's just such a good trope that Joel fits into so perfectly. I love getting to make the big, strong caretaker be care taken, y'know? And I like giving him this familiarity, that he can accept being taken care of. I mean, he gets stabbed and can barely walk in the game, and he won't let Ellie help him walk, so like, huge character development there buddy.
I do have to say that I'm confused about the Sprite mention, lol.
That's crazy! I though Sprite when sick was a universal thing (at least in the States lol) Everyone I know got Sprite and saltine crackers, because its supposed to settle your stomach if you were nauseous and couldn't hold anything else down. I also got honey and milk as a kid, but that was for sore throats.
Thank you so much for reading and sharing all your thoughts!!! I'm really glad you liked this fic and could get so much comfort from it <3
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marvelobankspdrescue · 11 months
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Title: Trouble
Age: 16
TW: drugs,
Requested: yes
Caitlin's pov
Friday
I wake up to my alarm screaming at me and quickly shut it off. I roll over on my side, and not even 2 seconds later, I hear Dad yell, "You better not go back to sleep," I groan and roll over and get out of bed. I grab my clothes and go into the bathroom to take a quick shower I hop out put my clothes on put my hair in a bun grab my backpack, phone, and my homework I walk downstairs and Dad's in the kitchen plating my food. "I've got to go to work," he tells me as he kisses me on the head. "Can Eva come over after school," he stops for a moment before answering "Yeah that's fine."Ok, then I'm gonna ride home with her," I say. "Alright, text me when you get to school," "I will love you, be safe." I say, "Always am love you to don't be late," he calls before he shuts the door. I finish my breakfast and head to the bus. I get on, sit down and put my earbuds in, and turn on some music as I stare out the window. When I get to school, I head to my locker, put my things in, and text Dad. I glance to my left and see Eva walking toward me. Eva's my best friend she's 17 and a grade above me, so I only really see her in the hallway. She walks over and says, "Dad says I can come over."Yes, we haven't hung out in forever," I say. "I know, so what are we going to do." She asks. "Marvel movie marathon, duh." The bell rings, and we go our separate ways.
Time skip
Me and Eva are currently sitting on the couch in comfy clothes with pizza and popcorn watching Captain America: Civil War when her phone buzzed she picked it up and read the text from her friend Lauren she said, Hey I'm at that party everyone's been talking about and I need your help, please. Eva quickly replied, and we ran to my room to change. I grabbed us both a hoodie, and we ran out the door and got in the car, and we drove that way. When we get there, we push through the crowd and find Lauren dancing with her friends. Eva grabs her and pulls her to the side as I follow. "What's wrong? Are you ok," Eva yells over the loud music. "Yeah, I'm fine. I just wanted you to come to the party," she laughs. Me and Eva look at each other shocked, and Eva says, "What the heck is wrong with you? You gave me a heart attack. I thought something was wrong. We're leaving."No, stay please," Lauren says. Eva looks at me, and I shrug my shoulders. "Fine but just for an hour," Eva says. "Yay," Lauren squeals, and we all start dancing.
Hank's pov
With the Intelligence Unit
Antonio and I have been working undercover trying to get information on drugs being sold to teenagers. We got a tip about a party being held downtown tonight. We are currently walking around the party trying to find out some information on the case.
Time skip
One hour later
We get the information we need and are fixing to leave when I see a familiar-looking girl I walk over to get a better look and realize it's Caitlin. I scan over the group of friends she's dancing with and see Eva I call for Antonio to come over and he does. When he sees Eva he is not happy. We start to walk over when they see us they quickly turn around and start walking away quickly. When we finally catch up I grab her arm she looks at me with shock and fear. I quickly ask, "What are you doing here" "We were just leaving," she replies nervously. I grab her arm and start to cuff her, "what are you doing," she asks as her eyes widen. "You want to act like a criminal and run. I'm going to treat you like a criminal and cuff you." I say sternly. She puts her head down and I lead her to the car and put her in. Shortly after Antonio comes over with Eva who is also in cuffs and puts her in. When we get back to the district we get the girls out and walk them up the stairs I have already called Jay and explained everything to him. Antonio tells Eva to go wait in the break room and everyone looks up. Jay walks over and grabs Caitlin and walks her to an interrogation room.
Jay's pov
"What the heck did you do," I yell as soon as the door is shut. I already know but I want to hear it from her. "I was at a party." She mumbled. "What," I asked even though I know exactly what she said. "I was at a party," she said louder. "What were you doing at a party? I thought you and Eva were going to be at home watching movies." I yell I didn't even see the tears rolling down her cheeks as I explain why going to a party is dangerous I'm pretty much yelling the entire time and she whimpers, "Please stop yelling Dad." I freeze when I hear the brokenness in her voice I forgot how much she hates yelling because of her mother. I walk over and kneel in front of her and pull her into a hug. When she calms down I pull away and ask her, "Are you ok?" She nods her head slowly and says, "Can I please explain why I was at the party." I nod and sit beside her. "so me and Eva were at home watching a movie when she got a text from her friend Lauren. She looked at the text and Lauren said she needed help. So me and Eva quickly got changed and left. We got to the party and found Lauren and asked her if she was ok she said ya and Eva asked why she texted her saying she needed help if she didn't and she said I just wanted you to come to the party. We tried to leave but she wouldn't let us. So we said we would stay for an hour. We were leaving when Uncle Tonio and Hank caught us." Man, she's been hanging out with Will too much she just said that in one breath I thought as I processed what she just said. "You can ask Eva she'll say the same thing," she added. "Alright then I'm going to talk to Eva and I'm sure Antonio will want to talk to you," I say as I walk out and I was right cause as soon as I shut the door I saw Antonio walking my way I ask him if I can talk to Eva and he asks me if he can talk to Caity we both say yeah. I walk into the break room and see Eva with her head on the table. I ask her what happened and she explained. I walk out and walk to my desk I look at the time and see it's 12:46 am I walk back into the interrogation room and tell Caity to come on. She stands up and follows me out we say goodbye to everyone and we head to the car. When we get in the car and get buckled I start to leave and Caity says, "Am I grounded." "Do you think you should be grounded," I ask as I glance over at her. She replies, "Kinda." "Why," I ask. I was planning on grounding her for about a month for sneaking out to a party but now that I know why she snuck out I changed my mind I don't know how long I should ground her so I'm hoping her answer will help me decide. "Because I broke the rules," "Which rules," I ask wondering if she broke rules I don't know about. "sneaking out and going to a party." She replies. I laugh a little I have a good kid. "Tell you what. since you know what you did was wrong then I will ground you for two days. One for sneaking out and one for going to a party alright." I ask. "Ok," she replies tiredly. When we get home we change clothes and sat down on the couch and eat the pizza that they ordered earlier. I turn on a rerun of a Bears game as Caitlin puts a blanket over us and lays her head on my shoulder.
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