#1067 words today

[kingsofeverything]

10177

[gucciforasushirestaurant]

Jellybean

summary: you are very pregnant and harry can't go a day without quality bump time.

word count: 1067

read time: 5 min

content warning ⚠️: pregnancy, fluffy fluff fluff

a/n: my brain is such an odd place. i saw this tik tok and my brain instantly came up with this haha because...harold absolutely would lol. Enjoy!

You’d been rolling around on your California king mattress for the better half of two hours now. You’ve rolled from your side to Harry’s rearranging the expensive pregnancy pillow that Harry had gotten you the day you found out you were pregnant, and still nothing seemed to get you comfortable. 

Part of it was your bundle of joy, nestled warmly in your womb having a block party for one. But mainly you were just frustrated, and on top of that sleep deprived and, so heavily pregnant. You were about ready to pop any second, and yet your lovely, attentive husband was on the other side of the world, working. And worse of all, you hadn’t spoken to him all day, besides your daily “Good Morning, Lovie” text.  In all your time together with Harry,  it never bothered you. The traveling, or the fact that you’d go all day without hearing from him. He was a busy man, and a hard worker, it’s part of the reason you fell so hard for him, and married him. 

But with the pregnancy hormones, and the fact that the princess treatment that you’d become accustomed to getting from your doting husband over the last few months has been missing in his absence the last few days, it was taking a bit of a toll on you. 

So when your phone buzzed later that night with a text from Harry you couldn’t help the happy and frustrated tears that welled up in your eyes. And when you saw that adorable contact photo of him pop up on your screen with an incoming call, well you started bawling. You answer the phone and instantly your bad mood dissipates when you hear the smooth honey sound of Harry’s drowsy bedtime voice. 

“Hey, Lovie.” Harry coos into the phone.

“Hey, you” you sigh, trying your best to put on a smile, but you’re not very convincing. It only makes Harry crack a smile. He hates how uncomfortable you’ve been the last months, but he can practically hear your adorable pout through the phone and it makes his heart go all fuzzy. 

“How long have you been trying to sleep?”

“Hours!” you whine, slightly dramatic, “They really are your kid, you know? Just bouncing off the walls, when all I want to do is sleep.” You grumble and can hear him chuckle over the phone. “Harry, I’m serious! I feel like I haven't slept in days. If they’re not tap dancing on my bladder, they’re doing somersaults off my ribs.”  

“I’m sorry, baby. I don’t mean to laugh. I’m sorry you're uncomfortable, and I hate not being there to help. Do you have the pillow? Is it helping any?” 

“Yeah, but everytime I think I’m comfortable, Jellybean has other plans.” you chuckle slightly, taking a breath and looking down at your bump, bottom lip going wobbly, “I just want him here, already.” You sigh, whipping a tear that slipped despite your best efforts. “And you, too. I missed you today.” 

Hearing your voice crack with sadness, it was like something grabbed at his heart and twisted it. He hated, despised, being away from you. Especially now that you were so close to welcoming your first baby. But it was ‘unavoidable’ according to everyone he spoke to while he tried to keep the meetings to Zoom. So there he was, halfway across the world while his beautiful, very pregnant, and sleep deprived wife cried to him over the phone. He felt like the world's worst husband, and he hated it. 

But he had to remind himself that you and your baby on the way were what he was doing all the work for in the first place. And in nearly 24 hours, he’ll be right back in your arms, cradling your bump and kissing your plump cheeks. 

“Aww, baby I missed you too. But just think, this time tomorrow I’ll be right there with you. And we’ll be holding our Jellybean in just a few more weeks, yeah?” he lulled. 

“I know…but you know how impatient I am.” you laugh, and he does too. 

“Oh, trust me I do.” he chuckles, remembering all the subtle ‘hints’ you dropped in the years leading up to your engagement. He takes a moment and remembers that there is one person he hasn’t spoken to since he went out of town, “Do me a favor, Lovie?” 

“Yeah?” 

“Put me on speaker, and put me next to your belly. I wanna talk to Jellybean. Set ‘em straight so mama can get some rest.” you laugh loudly into the phone and he smiles, “I’m serious, let me speak to ‘em. They listen to me.” You can’t help but smile, because it’s very true. Your bundle of joy hasn’t even arrived yet, and it seemed the two had already formed a little alliance between them. 

“Alright,” you sigh before hitting the speaker button, “there, you're on speaker.” 

“Okay put me on your belly.” 

“Done.” you chuckle, rolling your eyes. 

“Hey, Jellybean,” Harry coos, and your heart warms at the sound. Your eyes begin to water when you feel your baby, seemingly to respond to his voice. “Your mama told me you're giving her a hard time. I thought we talked about this before I left, hm? It’s late and you both need to sleep. Okay?” Harry stops talking for a second, as if he can hear the little kicks to the speaker. “I know, you want out, but you’ve got a few more weeks. We are as excited as you are. But your mama is too pretty and needs her beauty rest, so let her sleep, and you rest too, okay bubs?” He hears you laugh, and he feels better knowing that even though you're so uncomfortable he’s able to put a smile on your face. “Now hand the phone back to your mother.” 

“Thank you for that,” you chuckle, “They’ve  actually calmed down a bit. May actually get a few hours in.” 

“That’s good. Told you, they listen to me.” 

“Yeah, something tells me that that’s going to be an issue when they’re here.” you laugh running a hand over your bump. “Just gonna be you two ganging up on me.” 

“Maybe.” he chuckles, “Well, I’ll let you sleep while you can, alright?” 

“Okay. I’ll try. I love you.” you yawn, already feeling sleep creep up on you. 

“Love you too baby. Goodnight.” 

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[vodika-vibes]

Congratulations on 650! I have no doubt that number will double very soon.

So, It’s me again with a Darman request.

I’m from Texas so obviously a western AU. I heard Blurred Lines today and cannot get it out of my head. The PG version with “You’re the hottest girl in this place” Darman saying it in a saloon of course. She rolls her eyes and asks if any female really fall for that crap. He stumbles and says that his brothers pressured him into it because he’s really awkward with women.

Any way you want to take it but only if you’re feeling it. If not that’s ok. I love everything you’ve written for me regarding Darman. 💕

Love, Me

Summary: Moving from the city to a small town in the middle of ranching country was not your idea of a good time. If you had your way, you would still be living in the city. But your father said that the change would be good for the family. Now you work at a saloon, getting hit on by drunk men for eight hours a day. At least you have a thick skin.

Pairing: Darman Skirata x F!Reader

Word Count: 1067

Prompt: Western AU

Warnings: None

Tagging: @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: So there's a song attached to this story, and I'm going to give you a spotify link, because it's a really nice, and also old, song. But I'm sorry that it took so long, and if this isn't what you wanted. The song is called Love, Me

It’s not often that the Skirata boys come to the town, maybe about once every couple of months. But when they do, it’s always an affair.

You know that it’s because they’re all bachelors, and that the ladies in town are watching them with diamond rings in their eyes. 

Not you, though.

Oh, sure. The Skirata boys are handsome enough, and when they come to town they’re polite and kind to everyone, but there are only so many of them, and there are a lot of women who have their eyes on them.

So even if you did, the chances of one of them picking you is slim.

In truth, you don’t mind. You have things you need to do, after all.

You must work hard to make as much money as you can to send back to your mother. You just don’t have time for silly things like dating or courting or whatever it’s called.

Maybe if you repeat it enough times, you’ll start to believe it.

“You have no idea how grateful I am,” Your boss says as he wrings his hands, “All of the other girls called out sick.”

“Of course they did.” You reply with a roll of your eyes, “The Skirata boys are in town.”

He bobs his head once, in agreement, “In any event, I’m paying you double today, and you’re going to be permitted to keep all of the tips you make.”

That makes you pause, “Really?”

“Really.” He says with a smile that’s more of a grimace, “Just, do your best and come to me if anyone gives you any problems.”

“I will.” You reassure. Your boss is a good man, he treats his girls like his own daughters and is the only saloon that you know of that has bouncers to toss out men who get too disrespectful to his girls.

It’s why you stayed working here.

You watch as he vanishes back into his office, and then you grab your tray and push out of the kitchen, into the main part of the saloon.

It’s already packed.

You can see the Skirata boys sitting at one of the large tables in the back, though their horde of screaming banshees hasn’t arrived yet, so you still have time before you lose your eardrums.

Well, silver linings, you can’t help but think.

And then you push everything to the back of your mind, and you head to the bar. You hand your tray to the bartender, an older man who’s worked at the saloon for the majority of his life, and take the notepad so you’re able to go around taking orders.

“Are you ready for today to suck?” He asks in a low voice.

“Be grateful that the banshees haven’t arrived yet.” You counter with a quirk of your lips.

He blinks at you placidly, “I’m going to take my hearing aids out.”

“You asshole.”

He chuckles, and hands you a new pen, “We have Jacques playing bouncer today, and you know he doesn’t play around with your safety.”

“Good.” You flip the notebook open to a clean page, “Time to get to work, I suppose.”

“I’ll be here if you need me.”

You flash a small smile and then go to work, ducking and weaving through the crowd of men and women to reach the first table, a polite smile plastered on your face. 

It’s about three hours later when the feel of the saloon starts to change, a change brought around due to the arrival of the pianist and the singer. When the music starts to play, the patrons start to get louder, and you can’t help but roll your eyes as the dance floor fills with men and women.

Not everyone, thankfully, but enough that you have to walk around the edges of the room.

And, in truth, you’re not surprised when a man comes over to you.

You are surprised to see that it’s Darman Skirata, though. Handsome and charming, with a crooked smile and an easy laugh, Darman has been the subject of more than one of your daydreams.

Though, so far as you’re aware, he doesn’t know you exist.

“Did you need something?” You ask, running through a list of things that you might have forgotten to bring to his table.

Darman flashes his most charming smile, which is enough to make your face heat and your stomach flip, “I just wanted you to know,” He says, “That you’re the hottest girl in this place.”

You blink at him, twice, and then you fold your arms, “Does that line ever actually work for you?”

His grin becomes slightly sheepish and he rubs the back of his neck awkwardly, “Not yet,” Darman admits, “my brothers say that I’m a bit nervous around women, so they gave me that line.”

At that, you smile at him, “Would you like to try again?”

“Yes, please.” He reaches out and takes your hand, bringing it to his lips and pressing a light kiss to your knuckles, “I’ve been trying to work up the courage to talk to you the last four times we’ve come to town.” Darman says, his gaze locked with yours, “You’re gorgeous, and you're so confident. And you’re so…insanely attractive.”

Your face heats, a small giggle falling from your lips, “You think so?”

“I know so,”

“Thank you,” You say to him, a blinding smile on your face.

“Would you like to dance?”

“I’m working,”

“I can wait until you’re done,” Darman says his gaze intent.

“You’ll be waiting for a while.” You warn him, “I’ve only been here for three hours.”

“I’m patient.”

At that, you smile, “Alright. When my shift is over, then.”

Darman kisses your knuckles one more time, and then releases you to allow you to go back to work. He tosses you a wink, “Between now and then until I see you again, I’ll be loving you.”

Your face flames, and you turn away from him, “You’re impossible.”

He grins at you one more time, and then weaves back to the table his brothers claimed, and you have to fight your flustered embarrassment so you’re able to go back to work. 

But, there’s no hiding the pleased smile on your lips, or the extra bounce in your step.

You’re already looking forward to the end of your shift, though for a very different reason than you originally were.

[thepaperpanda]

I Want To Be A YouTuber || Venom & Eddie Brock drabble

Summary: In response to Venom's demands, Eddie creates a YouTube channel

Warnings: none, just Venom being insistent 😁

Word count: 1067

Authors: Cass & Rouge

Although Venom was persistent, he was the only one who persuaded Eddie Brock to do dumb things. Eddie always listened to Venom primarily to make him shut his mouth and hush him; it never lasted more than a few minutes. Eddie was this time persuaded by Venom to start a YouTube channel.

Venom exhorted Eddie, "We're unusual! Take us to the world. We'll be famous like Kim Kardashian!"

Eddie finally agreed to Venom's idea after almost two weeks. "I can't believe we are doing this..." Eddie muttered as he set up the camera and the background. The youtubers he saw all had nice backgrounds. "I am really unsure about this, V... What are we even gonna record?"

"You must introduce yourself, punk," Venom instructed firmly and loudly. "You must explain who you are and why you are opening the channel," symbiote responded. You wanna get some pussies? Don't get in front of the camera with that stupid grin of yours. You have to present like a cool, bad guy. Girls like bad boys. Say something like ‘Yo, I'm Eddie Brock and I've gotta show you what I got after that fucking meteor hit our planet’, yeah?" Venom joked. "Like cool banditos, yeah?" Symbiote advised. “We’ll be recording us. We’re cool, yeah?”

"There's no way I know how, but I'm gonna say you watch too much YouTube," Eddie pointed out.

As Eddie sat in front of the camera, he turned it on and began recording. "Hello! I'm Eddie, and welcome to my channel! Many of you may wonder why I have a channel, but I'm special in some way since I have this little buddy," Eddie said as he tapped his shoulder.

Out of nowhere, Venom appeared, grinning to the camera and licking his fangs. "Hello there, punks, I'm Venom and I'd love to meet you all, especially your lungs, brains and livers. But that's a story for another time. In today's episode, we're going to demonstrate our awesome abilities by eating bad guys."

Eddie glared at the symbiote. "Venom... Really? You can't be that aggressive. We need to be nice and likable so people will watch us."

"Don't worry, we know our role," Venom reminded and his tone softened. "So once again, we are soft Symbiotes, we came from outer space and we're happy we found him," Venom said, pointing his head to Eddie. "He's a dumbass, but we love him."

As Eddie hugged Venom, he said, "He is an asshole, but I love him so much. He can be rude, but he is a great friend."

Venom's head was petted; Eddie earned a low grunt of happiness from the symbiote.

"I hope you'll enjoy our channel and whatever we do here," Eddie added, smiling to the camera.

As Venom licked Eddie's cheek, he added, "We'll prank people in public."

"I don't think this will be possible, V. I have a job, I can't run around and prank people then upload them on the internet," Eddie said, turning off the camera. "Now I just have to edit it and it will be ready to be posted on our YouTube channel."

In response, Venom nuzzled Eddie and added, "Edit it as soon as possible."

Eddie nodded, "I'll deal with this now. I have nothing better to do," he grabbed his camera and walked to his computer.

Venom asked, "Can you give us that delicious cheese you have in the fridge first, punk?"

"I'd appreciate it if you left me something to eat, too," Eddie gave Venom a careful glance.

In order to get his cheese, Venom disconnected from Eddie and crawled to the fridge

The camera was connected to Eddie's computer when he commented, "You look funny, V." As he waited for Venom to return, he began editing the video.

After gliding back to Eddie, Venom climbed onto his back.

Eddie petting Venom's head asked, "Are you happy now? I am almost done."

Venom held a piece of cheese in his paws and chewed it. “Eddie, you edit it? We'd like to see it. And yes, it's fine now. Cheese was tasty."

"Yes. I am done," Brock presented the video to Venom.

Venom's white eyes widened as he exclaimed, "We can upload it! Look, Eddie, we look like a top model. I meant us, not you, but you do look great too. Upload, upload!"

Eddie laughed, "Yes, we do look like Top Model." He quickly uploaded the video. "Let's go eat something now. We will check the reactions tomorrow morning."

____________________________

The next morning Venom awoke as first, although this time he was disconnected from Eddie. He was still nuzzling the man's shoulder. "Eddie, get up, get up. It's morning! We have to check reactions!" Symbiote licked Eddie's cheek as soon as he opened his eyes.

As Eddie sat up and rubbed his eyes, he murmured, "Wait... Wait... Just let me wake up." In a few minutes, Brock got up from bed and opened his laptop, sluggishly turning it on.

"C'mon, punk, we can't wait!"

Eddie yawned and opened the page with their video, then scrolled through the comments at the bottom.

Venom stared at the man, asking, "What, and what, do they think we're ready to start yet?!"

Eddie muttered, "Well... The comments aren't really nice... Read them yourself, V."

As Venom read, he became more enraged. “What a nasty, fucking shits. Can we eat them?!"

"No, Venom, just forget about this idea, and let's stick to the newspaper," Eddie sighed.

"No, no, no. We've got to eat them. We've got to eat those fuckers," Venom claimed, showing his fangs.

"No, Venom. We only eat bad guys, not people who dislike us."

"When they don't like us, that means they're mean. That's what makes them haters. Haters are bad people so we can eat them," Venom concluded after a few longer moments.

Eddie sighed and petted Venom's head as he said, "It's not always like that. Maybe they're right. It's not our thing."

With an angry voice, Venom said, "But we love you and you did a great job, Eddie."

"Let's eat something tasty, shall we?" Brock suggested, trying to get Venom's attention away from YouTube.

"Yes," Venom replied, wrapping his arms around Eddie. "We love you."

Getting up from the chair, Eddie said, "I know, Venom. Let's go to your favorite place and order whatever you want."

Venom grinned widely. "Yes, that's a very clever idea."

[q-gorgeous]

Baxter and Mr. Whiskers

fanfiction

ao3

word count: 1067

Danny (as Phantom or otherwise) finally Goes Off™ on Paulina (and/or the rest of the A-listers) for constantly risking their lives chasing him around at ghost fights. @paenling

more dash reveal fic wow who wouldve thought

“Phantom! Wait, wait!”

Danny could hear Dash shouting after him. He was trying to ignore him though in favor of trying to find the ghost that was just attacking him. He didn’t know where it could have gone.

“Phantom, please can I just have a second? I have a party invitation for you!”

Danny rolled his eyes and kept searching. Maybe once upon a time he would’ve jumped up for joy at the idea of Dash finally inviting him to another one of his parties. It always gave him a false sense of hope though. Once he got there everyone just made fun of him. He had no real hope of Dash changing anymore though. 

Where could this ghost have gone, anyways? He was just fighting it in this alley and then it was gone. Why would it just leave like that? Danny was right here. Did it find something else to play with?

A shout behind him sent a spike of panic through Danny’s stomach. He whipped around to see the cat-like ghost stalking Dash, phasing through one of the buildings that lined the alley. 

“Hey, Mr. Whiskers!” Danny shouted, as he tried to get the ghosts' attention. “I’m over here!”

He saw the ghost’s ears turn back but it ignored him. It continued creeping towards Dash and Danny could tell it was getting ready to pounce. 

Danny barreled his way towards Dash. He shoved him out of the way right as the ghost reached its mark and slammed him into the wall. He tried to stand back up but after struggling he fell back down. He saw his thermos rolling on the ground in front of him. It must’ve come loose from his belt when he was hit. 

Then, he felt his transformation rings as they tried to appear. He glanced at Dash to see him staring at him with wide eyes. He closed his eyes and willed the rings to go away, but he tried and tried until he could no longer push them back. They swept over him in a fluid motion, leaving him lying there in his human form. 

He opened his eyes again and Dash was still staring at him but this time his mouth had dropped open. 

The ghost still stood in front of Danny and he could see it now trying to stalk him. It was going in for another pounce when Dash started to move. 

He leapt back across the alley to where Danny was laying on the ground. Grasping the thermos in his hands, he fumbled with it until he pulled the cap off and found the button. 

Dash pushed it, and held the thermos with shaking hands until the ghost had swirled into it and disappeared. He recapped it and sat there for a moment before taking a deep breath and laying down the rest of the way on the ground. 

They laid like that for a while. Dash trying to come down from the adrenaline and fear while Danny willed his body to hurt a little less. Danny closed his eyes and swallowed before speaking.

“You’re stupid.”

“What?” Dash asked. Danny could feel as he shifted beside him and sat up, staring down at him. 

“You and all your friends.” Danny opened his eyes and met Dash’s gaze right above his. “All you do is follow me around while I’m fighting ghosts. You don’t care about your own safety. Hell, you barely care about mine. I got hurt protecting you today because you had to follow me around while the ghost I was fighting disappeared!” 

“But we just-”

“No!” Danny sat up even as his body protested. “There’s no excuse. There’s no reason for you guys to be doing this! What if one of you got hurt? Or died? I wouldn’t ever forgive myself.” 

Dash sat there quietly. Danny was about to get up and leave when he spoke again.

“Why do you even care what happens to us?” Dash asked, looking at him. “It’s not like you like us. We’re not nice to you. At least, not half of you.”

“What kind of person would I be if I didn’t?” Danny looked away. “I’m the only one who can properly protect Amity Park. Sure there’s my parents but they can’t respond fast enough. Or the Red Huntress but she’s too ruthless. She doesn’t care what happens to the ghosts.”

Dash looked down. “I’m sorry for getting in your way today. I didn’t mean to. I didn’t think about it. About the danger. I figured you always protect us, it can’t hurt.”

Danny groaned and rested his forehead on his knees. “It did hurt.” 

“Sorry.”

“Just.” Danny turned his head back towards Dash and opened his eyes. “Stop doing it.”

“I will. I’ll even try to convince everyone else to stop doing it. Paulina’s got kind of a weird obsession with you, though. It’ll take her a lot of convincing to get her to stop.” 

Danny snorted. “Don’t you have a weird sort of obsession with me too? I go to school with you. I know everything you say about Phantom.”

Dash blushed. “No! Her’s is creepy! She’s got like, pictures of you in her locker taped up with a condom. I don’t do anything like that.”

Danny wrinkled his face at that information. “I don’t think I wanted to know that. That’s a little weird.” 

“Yeah! That’s what I’m saying! She doesn’t believe me though.”

“I think we should get up and out of this alley.” Danny said, looking around. I’m starting to notice how dirty it is down here.”

Dash looked around and made a face. “Gross. I was lying in this.”

“Me too.” Danny stood up and looked back at Dash and held a hand down to him. Dash grabbed it and Dann pulled him up. “And thanks. For being understanding. It is annoying being followed around all the time as Phantom, but I really just don't want you guys getting hurt.”

“Maybe I can make it up to you?” Dash pulled a wrinkled invitation out of his pocket and handed it to Danny. He ran his finger over the paper as Dash started talking again. “We wanted to thank Phantom for everything he’s done. That’s what the party was for.”

Danny smiled. “Maybe I’ll have to make an appearance. Or two.” 

Dash smiled back at him. “Yeah! That sounds cool.” 

“Yeah.”

[khaylin27]

It's time for a Teller Wedding!

Part 5 of DODGERS VS PHILLIES BABY!!!

Pairing: Miles Teller x Fem!Reader

Chapter Summary: A couple months after the proposal, you guys decide to have the wedding in the Phillies stadium but have a little Dodger twist to it.

Warnings: FLUFF

Word Count: 1067

A/N: BEFORE Y'ALL COME AT ME, I respect Miles and Keleigh's relationship and marriage. THEY ARE RELATIONSHIP GOALS!!!! I wanted to write this because I love Miles and baseball. If you feel this isn't for you, please don't read it. 

Ever since Miles proposed to you at Dodgers stadium 8 months ago, you guys have been planning. Today is the day you get married!

The theme of the wedding had to be baseball but it was at Phillies Stadium. You were opposed to it at first, but after a little convincing from Miles, you decided to have it at Phillies Stadium. That place was a special place for you guys since that was where you guys had your first date.

Right now you were getting really in the visitors locker room at Phillies stadium. It was all decked out in Dodger decorations since it was the visitor's locker room.

"Are you ready Y/N?" You hear your mother call you from the door. Currently you are finishing your makeup and about to put on your wedding dress. " On my."

You see your Mom about to burst into tears, "Oh mom, don't start crying. I'm not in my dress yet." You give your mom a tissue so she can gently wipe the tears that were leaking out.

" I know, you look so pretty already. I'm just happy you're getting married" You smiled at her and gave her a hug.

As you were giving her a big hug, your brother came into the room. " Eww you look ugly." Your mother gently smacks Calvin for his comment. "I'm kidding. You look alright." 

"Thanks Calvin. Now I'm going to put on my dress. Get out or else you're going to see me naked." Calvin runs out of the room and you guys laugh. " Let's put on my dress. Can you help me mom?"

Your wedding dress was simple, the top had white lace and the bottom had a fluffy train of fabric. It may be simple but you loved it. You knew that Miles would love it too.

Once you're in your dress, your soon to be in-laws ask to come in. You agree for them to come in and they're in shock.

"Omg! Y/N you look so beautiful in your dress." Miles's sister, Dana compliments you. You thank her as you look in the mirror for the millionth time.

" Is Miles ready?" You ask your soon to be mother in law.

" Yes, he's ready. Are you ready soon to be Mrs. Teller?" 

"I'm so ready." 

Wedding Ceremony

Miles was at the altar waiting for you to come. He was so excited to get married to you, he wanted to get it over with so he can call you his wife. 

All of a sudden he hears wedding music play and sees you walking down the aisle with your father. You look absolutely perfect in your wedding dress.

Once you get to the altar he smiles at you, " You look perfect Sugar."

" You look very handsome Hot Stuff." You smile at him. " Let's get married."

Pastor: Welcome everyone to the wedding of Y/N and Miles. Thank you for being here in celebration of love. The couple has decided to give their wedding vows. Miles, you may go first.

"Okay here it goes." Everyone, including you, starts laughing. "Y/N. The moment I met you I knew you were the one. I may have been drunk at the wedding that we met but you gave me your number." They laugh once again.

"I texted you the next day and asked you out on a date. Thank God it was Phillies vs Dodgers because if it wasn't I would've lost you. Overall, I'm so happy that we got together and are now getting married. I can't believe I get to do life with you. I'm so excited to get to live together, have children, and grow old together. I love you Sugar."

The Pastor tells you it's your turn. You wipe your tears and start talking. " Miles, my love. When we first met we were at the same table. You were drunk and dancing to Single Ladies on the dance floor while I was watching Dodgers vs Angels at the table. You came to the table to get another drink but it turned into us talking. You asked for my number but I was nervous that you would forget me. I took a leap of Faith and gave you my number. The next day I was surprised that you texted me so we started talking. You then asked me if I wanted to go to a Phillies game with you and I asked if the Dodgers were playing. If they weren't I would've not come." The whole crowd plus Miles was laughing with you.

"I'm so glad you invited me to that game. I knew you were the one that day when you were holding my hand as we got out of the car. I love you so much that I can put on a Phillies jersey for you." You laugh as tears come from your eyes. Miles helps you and wipes your tears. 

"I love you Miles. I can't wait to do life with you. To move in together, to have mini Y/N and Miles, and to grow old together. I love you Hot Stuff."

Pastor: By the power vested in me and by the state of Pennsylvania, I announce you as Mr. and Mrs. Teller, husband and wife!

The crowd of people who were invited cheers as you and Miles kiss. You look into each other and smile. This has to be the happiest day of your life.

Wedding After Party

The After party was amazing, all your friends and family were there including some baseball players that you and Miles knew. You guys had a good time dancing and getting drunk, Miles was so drunk that he put on a Dodgers jersey and told you how much he loves you. You had to take a photo of that so you can post it on Instagram.

Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Teller!

Here's to be added to the taglist

Taglist:(crossed out means I couldn't tag you) @eternalsams @angiem219 @mizzysx @xlynnx07 @withakindheartx @lethalbeautiful @atarmychick007 @shanimallina87 @adoringsebstan @mak-32 @nograce-nomercy @brittancqs

[alexblakeisgay]

Between the Blues and the Pinks (Ch. 7)

Ship: Alex Blake/Emily Prentiss

Summary: The Baby Blues: The temporary feelings of sadness following having a baby. Also known as Postpartum Depression. The Baby Pinks: The mild mania experienced following having a baby. Also known as Postpartum Euphoria.

Warnings: Mental health issues, postpartum mood disorders.

Word Count: 1067

"Hey, Tara!" Emily said urgently, jumping up from one of the overstuffed chairs in the waiting room of Tara's private practice when she emerged from one of the patient rooms. "Do you have a second to talk?"

Tara looked up sharply from her datebook, startled. "Oh! Emily... What... What are you doing here? I don't have Alex on the schedule for today, but..." Just to be certain, she flipped through the pages of her datebook again, failing to find Alex's name written that day.

"I know, I just...have a few questions and they really couldn't wait," Emily explained, then paused briefly. "I'll buy you lunch..." she added, hoping to sweeten the deal.

Tara sighed, shook her head, though she did so fondly. "Fine..." She gave her a playful, yet pointed stare. "But talk fast."

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"How's Lindy doing?" Tara asked while they waited for their lunch to come. She glanced over at the baby who was currently sleeping peacefully in her stroller, apparently unperturbed by the drone of voices and the clanking of dishes in the little diner.

Emily smiled down at the baby as well. "She's been wonderful. She's such a laidback baby, she barely even cries...well, except when Alex tries to breastfeed her. Then, it's a battle." She pulled a face at that and Tara could read more from the expression than Emily could possibly have known.

"Oh?" she asked, hoping to get Emily to open up without prying.

"That's actually kind of what I wanted to talk to you about," Emily continued. "I can understand why Alex gets upset when Lindy won't eat, but...it's like she's afraid of her. She almost never wants to hold her. She won't bathe her or change her or even just cuddle her. I'm actually starting to get worried; it's been a week since she's been home, she should be bonding with Lindy by now."

Tara nodded slowly, almost as if she'd suspected as much.

That nod seemed to make Emily nervous. "It's bad, right?"

Tara held up her hands reassuringly. "First of all, you don't need to be too concerned. It sounds like Alex is just dealing with a mild case of postpartum depression. It's common, especially when the birth was in some way traumatic."

"Okay..." Emily said slowly. "So, you can help her? Because I'd do anything in my power to fix this, but I genuinely have no idea what to do and it's so stressful and..."

Tara rested a hand on top of Emily's to ground her. "Emily, I say this as your friend and as a therapist: chill." She kept eye contact with Emily so she would mimic her breathing until she stopped hyperventilating.

"Sorry," Emily mumbled. "I'm just really stressed out right now and I haven't slept in a week."

Nodding, Tara said, "I know, Em. I know. You're dealing with a lot, but this is fixable."

She sniffled then, surprising both of them with her sudden emotional display. "I'm sorry," she said again. "I didn't mean to unload on you like that."

Tara have her a pointed look. "Speaking as a therapist...and your friend, maybe you should see someone too. You've got a lot on your plate and..."

Emily shook her head. "First, I'll worry about Alex. Then, maybe, we can worry about me..."

Tara just shook her head disapprovingly, not surprised by Emily's refusal to seek help, but also not impressed.

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When Emily arrived home, she expected Alex to still be in bed, as she'd spent much of the last week sleeping (Emily had chalked that up to her still recovering from the birth and subsequent blood loss, though she now feared it was something more insidious...).

Instead, though, when she came through the door, she was met with the sound of Alex singing along to the radio. She honestly couldn't remember the last time she'd heard her sing...but she hoped it was a good sign. "Alex?" she called down the hall.

She emerged from the kitchen wearing an apron stained with flour, clearly in the midst of baking something – which was also something Emily couldn't recall the last time she'd done so. "My beautiful girls!" she greeted, a bright smile lighting up her face. "I've missed you!" She proceeded to ease Lindy out of her stroller and bounce her a few times.

"You're in a good mood this morning," Emily said, stealing a kiss. "What changed?"

She shrugged, crossed the room to set Lindy in her swing. "I just woke up this morning feeling good," she said, as if that explained everything.

Emily followed after her, waiting for further explanation. When none seemed forthcoming, she said, "Well, I'm glad."

Alex nodded, returning to the kitchen, where she then peered into the oven to check on her cookies.

When she also failed to explain this, Emily asked, "What are you making?"

"Lactation cookies." At Emily's curious expression, she continued, "I figure the reason Lindy is fighting me is because I'm not producing enough...so I went online and did some research on how to increase my production. Turns out, because of blood loss, my iron levels must be low, so foods like oatmeal are really good for that. Also..."

Emily held up a hand to stem the verbal tide. "You've been busy," she agreed. "I'm glad. I've been missing my wife..." She wrapped an arm around Alex's waist, pulling her close so she could kiss her properly. She hummed against her lips. "I've missed this too..." she husked.

Alex grinned into the kiss. "I've missed that too," she agreed. She glanced over her shoulder at the oven timer. "Give me five minutes and we can make up for lost time?"

"I thought you had to wait six weeks?"

She smirked. "That doesn't mean I can't show you my appreciation for all you've been doing for me..." she whispered silkily, fiddling with the buttons on Emily's blouse. She once again captured Emily's lips, kissing her with hunger.

"I don't know what's gotten into you today, but I'm not about to complain," Emily teased.

[tea--brain]

today:

draft questions for survey

rewrite c2 overview

update Zotero references in theoretical framework & methods section

eod word count total: 1067

[nityarawal]

9/27/2023

Surfing Leucadia 

Morning Songs

Sitting At Beacon Beach

Parking Lot

Watching Surfers

Align Harmoniously

With The Waves

Group Consciousness

Better Than Football

Fanaticism-Ness

More Like

Concerts

Synergy 

Sitting At Beacon Beach

Prettiest Beach

Melody Ever Saw

Took Picture Of Me

In Front Of My Old

White Stucco House

It's Brown Now You See

Not Remodeled

By Me

Need It Back

Spanish Style

Now Friends

Never Agreed

To Sell It

1067 Haven

On Neptune

Need It Back

Friends

On The Corner

Of Diana

Need It Back

Friends

Home With

Children

House I Birthed

My Baes In

Turned Putty Brown

Sleek

Modern

Need It White

Again

Spanish

Greek

Accents

To Match Front

Vintage '60's

House

Dreamin' Of Copper

Gutters

Or Both United

In Modernism

Tiled Roofs

Color Palettes

In 2 Unit

Complex

Yeah I'm A Virgo

Homeowner's Association

Anal

Realtor

Mom

And Never

Would've 

Agreed To 

An Incongruent

Model

Home

Functionally Obsolete

Eyesore

Of A Physicists

Court Take Over

Yeah I'm A Virgo

A Maiden Of The Sea

Encinitasbeachhome.com 

Pat@madaboutmermaids.com

Loves And Painted

Me

Anj

Our Libre Legacy

Baby

Once Hung In

My Castles And Homes

Bathrooms

Of My Imaginations

And Reality

Physics

It's True

Yeah I'm A Virgo

Mind You

And Neptune Is

Happy To See Me 

Yeah I'm A Virgo

Back At Home

With Greek Gods'

Hermes

Cloaked In Sea Mist

Cleansed

Of Lymes

Today

A New One

Elon

Made Homer's "Iliad"

Front Page Google

News

Yesterday

And I'm Back

Yeah I'm A Virgo

I Get To The

Bottom

Of It

Just A Mamma

You Come Gawking At

Maybe Nobody

To You

Yeah I'm A Virgo

Like Sofia Loren

Who Died Last Week

Mambo Italiano

Master

Dressed Me Too

Agneta Eckemyr Playmate

Swedish Designer

Made Me A Wardrobe

From New York

Of Wrap Floral

Dresses

For Likeness

To Curvy

Legend

Postpartum Wraps

Tunics

Going With 30's

Post Baby Flow

Vintage

Bring It Back

Yeah I'm A Virgo

Listening

To The Cycles 

Watching The Waves 

Like All My Virgo

Sisters

Clandestine

In Purity

Ephemeral 

Agua Goddesses

You Want Them Bathing

In Their Homes

Believe Me

America's Greatest Muses

Mothers

Swimming On Your 

Beaches

Purifying Your 

Waters

Yeah Virgo Sisters

Hot Encinitas Mammas'

Yoginis'

Stop Us

Where'd All The Virgo

Sisters Go

Prudes Wanted

You Know

This September

Sun Coming Out

Sofia Loren

Went To Heaven

Last Week

Alex Spiros Hasn't Sent

Word

From Elon

Atty

Promises Promises

Lawyers

Redemptions

Refunds

Leucadia Peace

Surf

Hope Had Me Over

For Drinks

On Eve Of 50th

Her 65th

Sunset

To Meet The Girls'

Heather Was Celebratin'

On 15th Too

My Hot Springs Naturopath

With Loads Of Friends'

Moonlight Boat Rides

50th

Reflections For New

Futures

In The Water

Melody Was Best

Birthday Buddy

Could've Wished For

Like Mother Divine

Buddies

When I Was A Nun

By My Side

Riverbathing

With Camp Bros

Mamma Showered Me With

Crystal's

Buddha Art

Love

Bath

Home And Laundry

For A Week

Champagne 

Appeared From Friends

In River

Still Awaitin' Peace Celebrations

With My Family

Mammas' Philipeno Picnics

At Beacons

Clay Vinegar Body

Masks

With A Paralegal

Sunset At Beacon 

New Money Bags

Hand-sewn By Norma

Denim

Holly 

Waiting To Serve Me

With Real Estate Attys

At New Job Last Thursday

Still Waiting

It Was A Good 50th

Quiet And Sweet

Sang Beatles On Beach

With Friends

Speakers

On Blast

Our Own Little

Stage In Green Ivy

Camping Again In California

Know Just What

We Need

Cyber Trucks For My

Ladies

Little Teslas

For X Kids

#Cybertrucks For My

Ladies

Are They Ready

In Carlsbad

Mammas Want To Go

Shopping

Celebrate At 

La Costa Resort And Spa

Even Though

Chopra's Just A Brand

There

Our Kids Like It Alot

Waterside

Poolside Dining

Country Club Bunnies 

Quiet Dinners 

With Bffs

And Kids

How Many Teslas'

Do You Need To Sell

And Give Away

To Justify

One Rocket Blastoff

Oil Gluttony

WW3

We're Wonderin'

And If Nobody

Walks Talk

In Government

Why Aren't They Replaced

By AI

Yesterday

Talkin' To Locals

At Beacons 

Don't Mention Ukrainian

Surrogates

For Gay Attys

One Neighbor Advises

There Are Kids

Who Could Be Listening

Here

Yeah

But We Must All

Work Together

For Mothers

And Vote With Our 

Feet Civilians

We Outnumber Government

Scoundrels 

50 Million

That Don't Call Back

Or Walk Talk

Attorney Villains

A Pretty Politician's

Smile

Over Promises

Another Lie

We Vote For

Never Delivers

Laughs Gaily A Lot

That's Why We Have

Democracy He Says

Walking Away

But We'd Rather 

Have A Sovereign Nation

He Smiles

Agreed

Queen's

Kings

Princesses

Tehrangeles 

Ma California

I Follow The Waves

I Watch The Sea

He Says

Turning To Mother

Pacific

Lapping The Shores

Playing With

Kids

Surfing

Eternally Interested

Yeah I Get It

I Watch The Ocean

I Follow The Sea

A Trinity

I Lived On Neptune

Since 2003

I Was Burned By

The Courts

7 Years Ago

For My Home

Karma Over

At Long Last

7 Year Itch

Purged

Neptune Wants 

Me Back

Poseidon

Rahu Ketu

Diana

And All

The Great Greek

Leucadian

Lords'

Sisters

Mothers

Daughters

Princesses

Writers Strike Over

Thank God

Amen

Peace (Mamma's),

Nitya Nella Davigo Azam Moezzi Huntley Rawal 

[footballffbarbiex]

The Nice Dream Snippet.

Top read The Nice Dream in full, click the link.

Player: Ben Pavard Words:  1067 snippet words: 403

One of the few festive ones that I couldn't fully tweak so have some Christmas fluff in summer. 

This will not be coming to tumblr.

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Christmas in France wasn’t what you were used to. Yesterday brought most of the cooking and eating and your stomach very much knows it even today; the thought of consuming the rest of the leftovers made your stomach groan. Very few presents remained unopened under the tree but the house was no doubt in a state of disarray. Ben had been adamant he’d clean up today, on Christmas morning, and that you should both retire to bed and leave everything as it was.

You’d felt as though he’d rolled you to bed and with a combination of the food and maybe several glasses of alcohol, this had ensured that no longer than 10 minutes after your head hit the pillow you were fast asleep. Today you have a slightly foggy head, feeling in a way it’s filled with cotton wool, while your stomach has a sensation which you’re unsure if it’s a queasy belly from the alcohol or because you need something to eat - not want, need for the sake of your body.

Ben is nowhere to be found - not that you’ve left the bed to search but from what you can see of the bedroom, he’s certainly abandoned you. The bedding beside you is cool, so he’s been out of bed for a while. Turning onto your side, you glance at your phone, checking the notifications and seeing if he’s sent you anything but there’s nothing. Sitting up, you tilt your head, aiming an ear in the direction of the door and listen carefully.

And there it is, the soft sound of Ben humming along to a song you can’t hear. But he’s very much awake and active and there’s a smell of sweetness in the air. Buttery and chocolatey all at once and strong enough to entice you from the bed and pull on some of Ben’s clothes to keep the cool draft at bay.

It’s considerably cleaner than how the two of you had left it last night and the image of Ben being awake and cleaning before you could do the same makes you smile. It’s not only tidier but there’s a lingering smell of disinfectant, of a bleach, beneath it all and so you hug your body a little through his hoodie.

“Good morning handsome,” you say in a quiet voice, but it’s now that you realise he has his headphones in so as to not disturb you.

[m0chisenpai]

Flower Power

Stranger Things

Eddie Munson x black!Reader 

Word Count: 1067

Warnings: enough fluff to rot out those pearly whites ya'll have, a bit of cursing, slight violence

The task was so simple. See Eddie needed this specific pair of dice he used every campaign. He usually kept them in this raggedy brown little pouch he kept in his jacket's vest pocket.But during lunch he went to pat his chest while boasting about this campaign's new adventure he found it to be empty and silently cursed the name Y/N L/N under his breath. 

“Henderson! Wheeler!” The two younger members jumped in their seats at the metal heads hard glare.

“You two find me L/N, she’s got my lucky dice. If you do, I just might consider giving the two of you a head start in this new campaign.”

The entire table's jaws dropped before they were ushering the younger boys to get the hell out and find the girl. A chance like this would never fall into their laps so easily again.

If you were to put Eddie Munson and Y/N L/N in the same room the doe eyed girl dressed in some flowing skirt and macrame top made the freak of the school look normal. He remembers seeing her on the first day dropped off by her mother who for sure was the inspiration for her daughter's looks. 

She had a fair amount of friends and to this day no one remembers how she and Eddie Munson crossed paths and became attached to the hip. There were rumors like he was her dealer from back in freshman year, she had a racy tattoo of the hellfire club somewhere on her body, the two got caught junior year in the trig class which then sparked the new rumor of the year that the two were friends with benefits. 

Every first day back from a holiday break he would tell her the new tall tale of the month and she would push down those giant frames and tilt her head, “they could’ve come up with something better.”

Now Dustin Henderson and Mike Wheeler had heard many stories about the infamous Lady L/N as Eddie so lovingly referred to her but no matter how hard they looked it seemed as though she was nothing but a ghost or tall tale. They had scouted the entire school looking for the fair maiden with one of Eddie’s gaudy rings and dice bag in hand but so far they had only received smacks and punches when they would yank a girls hand or lean over and peek at their hands. 

“L/N? Saw her behind the bleachers sparking with the dope heads”

So the pair ran into the gym where sure enough a pack of dope heads clustered together letting out low puffs.

“Nah man she’s in the art room”

The frizzy haired art teacher pushed back her mop of hair before mumbling incoherently to herself, “L/N….L/N.. was she in here? Yes she was. Ah such good portraits that girl does, oh did you know..” 

The two let out huffs standing outside of school. Dustin took a few puffs of his inhaler looking over to en equally winded Mike. 

“What if this is Munson’s way of testing us?”

“More like he’s screwing with us” Dustin choked out “what if she skipped out on school today?”

“Not a chance, I hear all the seniors complaining about how she never skips a single class, but she’s always spaced-”

“What? It’s just hair, I can't touch it?”

“Not if you wanna lose a finger”

The jock let out a huff and proceeded to reach out to the smoking girls hair. But in the blink of an eye her left hand shot out and twisted the jock's arms sending him to his knees in a yelling fidgeting mess. She leaned down and just barely brushed her lips to his ear mumbling something into his ears. And whatever it was, it was enough to send the giant oaf running with his tail tucked. 

The two boys gaped at the girl who lazily walked over to the boys adjusting the oversized tote bag hung in the crook of her arm. Once she let out her last puff she dropped it to the ground and smashed it under her platforms. 

“Can’t stand asses like him” she smiled down at the boys wiggling her fingers in a lazy wave and sure enough there glimmering in the light was a gargoyle ring resting on her ring finger.

“YOU!” Dusting pointed at the girl who raised an eye pointing to herself. “Me?”

Both boys took hold of her wrists running into the decorated club room where sure enough perched upon his throne Eddie sat twisting his rings. “How is your quest younglings?”

“Oh Eddie Teddy!” 

The boy's head snapped to meet the girl's bright smile. “If you wanted me you know you could’ve just come looking for yourself. Stressing these poor dudes out, not chill at all.” As she walked over she dug around into the bag mumbling to herself not seeing the two boys smirk at the flushed look on Eddie’s cheeks.

“Oh here!” She placed the dice out in front of Eddie and then placed both hands onto her hips like a mother scolding her child. “This is what you get when you head out in such a rush. Did you boys know this idiot nearly forgot these cause he slept through his alarm?”

“Oh? And how did this happen Y/N?” Dustin asked in the most sweetened tone. And from the side of Y/N Eddie mouthed out something along the lines of ‘you both are dead meat’ followed by dragging his pointer along his throat.

“Well someone asked me to spend the-”

“BABY, darling, sweetheart, light of my life” he nervously cooed after tugging her to settle on his lap “campaigns starting soon and I gotta set up”

“I think I’d like it if Y/N stayed” Mike spoke up mimicking Dustin’s sweet tone “after all this is the first we’ve ever gotten to see the infamous Lady L/N”

“Aw thanks boys, I actually got snacks out in Ed’s van, let me go grab those really quick” she hopped up pecking Eddie’s cheek and walking out. 

“Thanks Y/N” the two called. Once she was out ear shot Eddie pointed a finger at the smirking children.

“You get head starts for the next two meetings if this stays between us all.”

“Three and you’ve got a deal.”

[figgy-bug]

Embroidery 101

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Word count: 1067

Characters: ler!bruno and Lee!Mirabel

Warnings: this is a tickle fic, so if you don’t rock with that, feel free to scroll on by!

All interactions are strictly familial and sfw!

A/N: I’m not usually a fic writer and I’m just kinda getting into it, so hopefully this isn’t too bad!

~ Requests are still open! ~

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Bruno was happy to finally be a part of the family again. He was happy to be a part of his nieces’ and nephews’ lives, which he had missed so much of. 

Part of his bonding was taking days and dedicating them to one of the kids - letting them show him their favorite hobbies, music, food, games, you name it, Bruno was up for it!

On the day he spent withLuisa she taught him how to use some of the gym equipment in her room, which proved to be pretty funny, considering Bruno doesn’t have a fraction of the upper body strength of Luisa. Though he was able to do a lot of the leg exercises, thanks to the hundreds of stairs he had to climb every day in his tower

On Isabela’s day, the two spent the hours planting and harvesting from her veggie garden and helping Julieta turn the vegetables into meals. Bruno didnt have much of a green thumb, which was no problem for Isa, who could easily fix his mistakes with a flick of her wrist.

The day before today was Dolores’s day, which was spent in her room meditating, drinking tea, and just having quiet conversations.

And today, it was Mirabel’s day!

Bruno stepped out of his room and headed down the balcony hall, greeting family members as they passed by.

With a sudden thud, he collided with someone who was moving quite swiftly, going in the opposite direction. 

“Oof- Oh! Good morning Mirabel!” Bruno smiled, helping his niece stand back up straight.

“Oh! Good morning tio!! I’ve been looking all around casita for you!”

“Have you?? A-am I really that late..?” Bruno swerved his head around to a nearby clock, noticing he was in fact, 15 minutes late.

“O-oh gosh! I didn't realize it was so behind schedule!! Go on, go on, lead the way! I don’t wanna waste any more of your time!!” He spun Mirabel around and patted her shoulder, signaling her to start moving.

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“Ok tio, come pick what fabric you want to use-” Mirabel gestured to the corner of her room, where a large basket stood carrying rolls of multicolored fabrics neatly wound and standing straight. 

“Pick some fabric..?” Bruno asked, hesitantly walking over to the basket, still unsure of what they would be doing for the day. “Yeah!! Pick some fabric! I’m gonna teach you how to embroider today!” Mirabel swiveled around in her chair, offering her uncle a pleasant smile.

Bruno wasn’t really one for finer arts like embroidery, but he was absolutely willing to give it a go, especially if it was something his niece enjoyed. He returned Mirabel’s smile, then turned back to the basket of fabric. 

Something immediately to his left caught his eye, however, and he smiled, picking up the blue fabric laid over a dresser.

“How about this one-?” Bruno walked over to the table Mirabel sat at and placed the material down in front of her.

“ My… skirt..? You want to embroider something  on my skirt?” Mira couldn’t help but smile- 

She had something to represent every member of the family on her skirt… all except Bruno… so why not let him make a symbol for himself?

“I-if its okay with you of course- I- uh- sorry- I can just pick a fabric scrap- I wouldnt want to ruin your skir-” Mirabel raised a hand “I’d be more than happy to let you make a pattern on my skirt!”

She took the garment from her uncle and laid it out on the table. 

“Ok, come here and watch close, I’m gonna teach you how to thread the machine.” She directed as she grabbed a spool of green thread from a small box off to the side.

Bruno shuffled right up behind where Mirabel was sitting, leaning down over her shoulder to get a good look at exactly what she was going to do, and lazily resting his chin on her shoulder,

“Ok, so fihIHIRST-” Mirabel suddenly shouted, tensing up- Bruno’s eyes widened, but he stayed in place, almost frozen.

“A-are you okay?! What was that?!” he asked with a twinge of concern in his voice

The vibrations of his words made Mirabel snort and scrunch up her shoulders, dropping the thread onto the table. “Tihihihio!! yohou’re tihickling mehe!”

Bruno stood up with a puzzled look. “I- I was..?” he touched his face with his fingers, brushing over his chin. Then it clicked ‘oh- my,,, my beard-’ he thought, a smile growing on his face.

“I’m sorry Mira, I didn’t mean to! I was just trying to get a better view! See?!” Bruno resumed his position leaning on Mirabel’s shoulder. “Now go on! Go on! What’s step one?” he asked innocently. 

Mirabel’s laughter restarted as every vibration of Bruno’s speech sent a ticklish wave through her body. 

“I cahahan’t! Ihihi cahahan’t fohOHOCUS!!” Her laughter pitched up at the feeling of something against her side. 

“Oh, my bad! There was some scrap thread on your shirt-” Bruno lied, poking at the girl’s ribs “Stop moving! I cahan’t grab ihit!”

“THEHEHERE ISN’T AHANYTHING THEHEHERE! AHAHA!” Mirabel doubled over on herself and kicked her legs under the table. 

“There is! I’m sure of it! But I just can’t grab it while you’re moving!” Bruno laughed along with his niece, pretending to pick something off her shirt.

“TIHIHIO PLEHEHEASE!” Mirabel threw her head back, bubbly laughter spilling out as Bruno switched to scribbling along his niece’s sides, dropping the act, and just having fun. 

It had been a long time since he was able to see Mirabel- any of his nieces and nephews- laugh like this. He felt a little closer to them every time they felt safe enough to just let go.

“I don’t remember you ever being this ticklish! Not when you were little at least-” He commented, slowing down enough to give Mirabel a chance to breathe. “I wahahasn’t! I don’t know what happened! I guess I’ve just never been tickled much since then.” She said with a slight flush on her face.

“Well I think it adds to your…whimsical-ness! Is that even a word-?” Bruno stood up and adjusted Mirabel’s glasses on her nose, to which she offered a shrug an a giggle.

“Nevermind! Let’s get this sewing lesson going!” The prophet rolled a nearby stool over to the table and sat down, hands in his lap, ready to listen.

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I DID IT!! G O D THAT TOOK SO LONG- IM SO SORRY CFGBHJNIGUVFYCDXTGH

Please enjoy!! I might make a non tk fic about them actually embroidering the skirt bc i think its cute- 

ANYWHO!! I have some hcs on the horizon for y’all, then after that, I’m pretty much all caught up on asks! So do feel free to drop some if you have anything you’d like to see/say!!

[laurenairay]

#7 with Freddie Anderson

7 - "I know you lied to me." – Freddie Andersen

1067 words.

One of my favourite fridges, my heart, my ultimate ginger king. I rewrote this one three times because I couldn’t decide which way I wanted to take it lol – it’s a little angstier than I expected but I hope you like it all the same.

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The transition from living with Freddie in Toronto, to attempting long distance between Raleigh and Toronto was difficult. Far more difficult than you’d ever expected, to be honest. Each day was an uphill struggle, your heart aching for the man who was no longer by your side, only his voice over the phone taking the edge off the longing.

But today, and tomorrow too, Freddie was in town visiting. He’d gone out with some of the Maple Leafs after the game last night, dragging you out with him, a mini reunion for everyone really, and the two of you had stayed up until the early hours after returning from the bar, getting reacquainted with each other over and over again.

It was everything you had been missing, everything you had been needing, and you were trying desperately not to think of the short time you had together until he had to leave again. Freddie was still fast asleep when you woke up, so you’d snuck out into the kitchen to make some coffee, getting easily lost in your thoughts.

“I know you lied to me.”

You flinched at the sound of Freddie’s voice – good morning to you too - but froze as his words processed, your heart seizing in your chest. What?

“What are you talking about?” you said, voice cracking slightly.

Freddie’s frown didn’t falter – in fact, if anything, it looked more resolute, only sending a sickening feeling into your stomach. What the hell was going on?

“You lied to me,” Freddie repeated, “Every time we spoke on the phone and you said you were fine. You’re clearly not fine.”

Oh fuck.

That’s what he meant.

Was it really a lie though? Or just a method of getting through the day?

“It’s not like that,” you murmured.

“Not like what? We knew this long distance was going to be hard but we agreed on honest communication! You insisted on it!”

Ouch.

“I was as honest as I could be,” you said quietly.

“What does that even mean?”

You scowled slightly as his voice raised in volume, everything you had so carefully hidden away threatening to break free.

“You wouldn’t have been able to handle everything I was going through on top of your own shit, Freddie. I was trying to do you a favour,” you said sharply.

Freddie laughed dryly, only setting your hackles even further. “Oh yeah? How’s that working out for you?”

Fine. Fine.

“You want to know why I didn’t tell you I wasn’t doing okay? I was falling apart, Freddie! We talk every day for what, maybe an hour? That’s it? Texting sure, but that’s not a replacement for being in your arms, talking about my day with you, hearing you talk about yours. I was falling apartand you were thriving down with the Canes. I love that for you, so much, I really do. You deserve being valued like that again. How could I bring down your happiness, hm? What could you possibly do about me not being able to sleep without you? What can you do about the pitying stares my colleagues give me when I go to company socials alone? What can you do about all the jealousy and bitterness I feel when all those gorgeous girls comment on your Instagram photos about how you’re clearly alone in Raleigh? What could you do about my heart aching every time I thought of you? Everything good in my life was crumbling away and there was nothing I could do about it! And there was sure as hell nothing you could’ve done to change any of it!”

Freddie’s face grew more and more devastated with each admission, until his eyes were filled with so much anguish that you just wanted to look away. But you couldn’t. You knew you couldn’t.

Eventually, in a quiet voice, he murmured. “I could’ve helped.”

But you laughed bitterly, shaking your head. Everything was out there now, the anger and resentment and fucking misery, and there was nothing you could do to take it back.

“No, you would’ve felt guilty, and only sent it all full circle again. So no, Freddie, I didn’t tell you the truth because it wouldn’t have changed a damn thing. I worked so hard to be able to function up here in Toronto by myself, without you, and now I’m going to have to build those defences back up after you forced me to crash them down. Are you happy now?”

“No I’m not fucking happy! Why would I be happy with you being miserable?” Freddie snapped back.

“Please, continue missing the point here, it’s going so well,” you scowled.

“Baby, come on, please,” Freddie groaned, “I hate this. I hate us arguing like this.”

You swallowed heavily as tears pricked at your eyes, looking away from him with a racing heart. What was happening? What was happening to all these years together?

“Elskede, please,”

“Not fair,” you croaked.

Bringing out the Danish, so not fair.

Freddie took a hesitant step towards you, before stopping again, the metaphorical gap between you feeling just as big as the distance between Raleigh and Toronto. He opened and closed his mouth, seeming to be trying to figure out what to say, before his shoulders slumped.

“So where does this leave us then?” he said softly.

You sighed, running a hand through your hair. “I don’t know, Freddie. But clearly things aren’t working between us anymore. I can’t…I can’t go on like this.”

Freddie inhaled sharply, lips parting in surprise, before his hands reached out to cup your shoulders, making you look up at him.

“We can work this out. Please don’t give up on us - I’ll be better,” he pleaded, eyes wide with worry.

You just shrugged a little helplessly. “It’s not about being better. I just don’t know how we can work when we’re so far apart. I tried so hard, but I can’t. I can’t keep doing this to myself. It isn’t fair, to either of us.”

“If you still love me, then give me a chance to fix this. I know we can fix this,” Freddie said firmly, “You still love me, right?”

How could he ask you that?

“You know I do,” you whispered.

Freddie let out a shaky breath, nodding as he smiled softly. Had he really been that worried?

“Then we’ll figured this out. I promise.”

[ninja-go-to-therapy]

The Climb

Merry Christmas Eve babes :)

Summary: Pet doesn't know what his kidnappers' end goal is. But he intends to find out.

Trigger Warnings: kidnapping, pet whump, mentioned drowning, dehumanization, referenced physical and mental abuse, general Damage warnings

1067 words

They weren’t letting him go.

The strangers kept him locked in a room — a person sort of room — coming in every so often with their manipulation tactics and trying to convince him that they were trying to help.

Yeah, right.

It had been so long. He’d lost count of the days, he didn’t know — and that frightened him.

He missed Master dearly. He hoped, prayed that he was alright, that these people hadn’t hurt him. The thought haunted his nightmares.

He just needed to wait it out. Master would come for him. As long as he kept being good. As long as he didn’t give in to these people.

Pet curled in on himself, facing away from the door that he knew would open soon.

He missed the chill in the air that always came with his room. This room was too — he didn’t know. It wasn’t warm. It wasn’t cold. It just was. The lack of discomfort was discomforting.

Somewhere behind him, the door creaked open.

“Cole?”

Pet stayed perfectly still, refusing to face whichever one it was today. It sounded like the red one.

“Hey, bro…”

Silence.

“I brought you some food. Do you think you could try to eat it?”

He hated when they brought him food. It was so conflicting. Master would hate him for accepting such a thing from an enemy, but at the same time, if he didn’t eat, he would die. Master would be devastated if he died.

Begrudgingly, Pet sat up to face the ninja.

His face brightened considerably. “Thank you. I mean it.”

Pet glared at the floor, crossing his arms. He hated these people. He wanted them to leave him alone.

The ninja was sitting opposite him on the floor. He slid the tray of food over to him.

“Do you remember the time Sensei Yang turned you into a ghost?” he eventually asked.

He didn’t like that name. He didn’t understand why.

“We were trapped in his haunted temple all night, and we had to face our worst fears.”

Pet gnawed on the food anxiously, trying to drown out his words.

The ninja laughed sadly, though somewhat fond. “I remember we scared you, we made you think there was a ghost in the clock.”

Shut up.

“My fear was drowning. Water started spilling out from a painting and filled the whole room.”

Shut up!

“Cole.”

Something about the severity of the word made him look up, meeting the boy’s eyes. In this moment, he didn’t look like the evil person he was.

“I have a new fear, now. It’s this, right here. It’s you hurting like this. It’s me being unable to help.”

Why was Pet getting almost emotional about this?

The boy took Pet’s hand in his. “I would drown a thousand times if it meant I could keep you safe.”

Pet stared at him for a long time before having the sense to yank his hand away. He wasn’t to be touched by anyone other than his Master.

He needed to get out of here.

Because for the briefest of moments, he’d almost felt something for this boy sitting across from him.

He’d almost succumbed to his lie.

He needed to escape from this place. Immediately.

———

Pet waited until nightfall, and then some, before eventually working up the courage to open the weirdly unlocked door.

Master never left the door unlocked.

He thought a group of thieves like them would have the common sense to lock their doors, but maybe they were stupider than they seemed.

As he shut the door, he turned to face the hallway — only to come face to face with the green one.

Pet froze, unsure of what to do. He’d been caught.

“What are you doing?” the boy asked, eyes narrowed.

Pet bolted.

The green one shouted, chasing after him.

Shit.

He didn’t know this place well enough to navigate anything.

He threw open a door, only to find that it was yet another bedroom, where the girl ninja bolted upright at the intrusion.

“Nya!” the green one yelled as Pet frantically backtracked and raced down the hall. “I need your help now please!”

By some miracle, Pet managed to make it outside. Maybe he could make it. Maybe he could — wait. The doors to the courtyard wouldn’t — they wouldn’t budge.

No.

He pounded his fists against the doors, but they just wouldn’t open.

Please, he just wanted to go home — the two ninja had him cornered.

“Cole,” the girl ninja instructed, “we don’t want to hurt you. Just take some nice deep breaths, okay?”

There was nowhere he could run.

The two of them approached him slowly.

What were they going to do to him? They were going to be furious that he’d tried to escape.

“It’s okay,” the green one said, his hands up in the air. “I promise we won’t hurt you.”

That wasn’t right. Of course they would hurt him. He’d tried to get away from them. They were going to punish him severely for that.

The girl gently touched his shoulder. “You’re okay. You’re okay.”

Nothing about this was okay.

He didn’t fight as they took him back to the room. Whatever punishment was coming didn’t need to be made worse by his struggling.

Pet sat on the floor, staring down numbly as lazy tears blurred his vision.

“Listen to me,” the green one said softly. “I love you. I know you don’t believe me and I think that probably hurts more than my dad not loving me anymore — that’s not the point. I love you. We all do. We just want what’s best for you.”

Pet glared at the floor, his tears escaping and rolling down his face.

“What’s best for me,” he muttered, not bothering to look at either of them, “is letting me go home.”

He shouldn’t have said that. They were going to be so angry that he’d said that.

The silence dragged on for too long.

“Try to get some rest,” the girl eventually said.

The pair didn’t leave, like they usually did. Probably to ensure he didn’t try to run again. But they did stop trying to talk to him, and that was… not much.

But what was weirder? They didn’t hurt him.

They didn’t shout at him. They didn’t hit him. Nothing.

That wasn’t right. That wasn’t right at all.

What kind of game were they playing?